Running from a Maniac

— Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God... — the girl repeated like a mantra, glancing around in panic.

Her breathing was ragged, her breasts rising and falling heavily under the thin, tight T-shirt that clung to her body. The soft, unnaturally sensitive curves bounced with every step, making her... him — Jake — wince at the new, terrifyingly vivid sensation.

Just a couple of minutes ago, he’d been sitting on the couch next to his girlfriend Ashley, laughing out loud as the screen flashed the final scene of some dumb horror flick.

— Seriously, Ash? Who the hell yells "Run!" and bolts straight into the woods where everyone already got chopped up? That’s so cliché. If I were that idiot, I’d...

Then the lights flickered, and the screen went black. In a blink, that very forest from the movie’s ending flashed before his eyes. But now, it wasn’t part of a film.

— ...definitely not run, — he finished his sentence, and immediately noticed his voice came out differently. Way higher. Way softer. And... a wet gust of wind plastered the T-shirt to his body, and Jake felt everything moving — differently. Heavier.

Now he stood barefoot on a forest path, phone in hand, his legs wrapped in obscenely tight leggings. He looked down and...

— Boobs?! — he blurted out, almost hysterically.

A loud crack of a twig behind her made her flinch, arms instantly clutched to her chest — and right then she realized just how soft, huge, and sensitive her tits had become. They sank under her palms, releasing a wave of sensations, like someone had stuffed a bunch of water balloons under her skin.

— Heh... heh-heh-heh... — came a quiet, water-muffled male voice, mixed with birdsong.

Jake spun around sharply, black hair whipping across her face. He — she — couldn’t tell what was worse: the sound behind her or the way her boobs bounced so hard from the movement that she winced again at the painfully vivid feeling of fabric rubbing against her nipples.

— A-a-a-a-a! — Jake screamed and bolted, not caring where she was going.

But she didn’t even make it five steps before realizing just how much she had changed. Every movement echoed through her body in a new, exhausting way: her tits bounced in different directions, the leggings rubbed uncomfortably against the inside of her thighs, and her hips... her hips just got in the way. They lagged behind, jiggling like they had a mind of their own.

— Fuck, I can’t even fucking... — she gasped, stumbling and nearly falling, — ...RUN! I’m running like those... like those... dumb bitches in horror movies!

Meanwhile, in the warm living room, Macy — now in Jake’s body — was gently hugging Ashley, lazily twirling her fingers through the girl’s blond strands. The couch was soft, the lamp cast a cozy glow on the cushions, and the air smelled like popcorn. Not a single muscle moved on the face of the new “Jake” — or rather, Macy in Jake’s body.

— Ha! What a dumbass, right? — she said in a hoarse, unexpectedly rough voice, turning to Ashley with a half-smile. — Calling herself a dumb bitch.

— Well, I mean... — Ashley snorted, pointing at the screen where “Jake” was leaning against a tree with one hand and touching her own boobs with the other, — ...she’s kinda acting stupid. Like, why is she feeling herself up?

Macy, comfortably nestled in Jake’s body, stretched lazily, her new muscular arm wrapping around Ashley’s shoulders.

— Maybe she’s just checking if everything’s still there, — Macy chuckled, her voice rough but confident.

Ashley laughed, not suspecting that the person next to her wasn’t Jake anymore.

— I don’t know. I think it’s dumb. Though if I had tits like those, I’d probably check them too, — she winked.

Back in the forest, Jake — now in Macy’s body — was trying to catch her breath, pressed against a tree.

— What the hell... — she whispered, feeling her new body. — This... this isn’t my body!

Her hands slid over the tight-fitting T-shirt, feeling the softness and firmness of the breasts that now belonged to her.

— Tits... I’ve got tits... — she whispered, eyes wide in horror. — I’ve actually got tits and I’m... I’m that chick from that dumb fucking movie?!