Suggested Story - Skin Deep (Sketch)

Sometimes, in science, especially when you’re pushing the boundaries of the human body, things happen that are...inexplicable.

When Thomas had been exposed to the chemical, nothing had happened, right away. But that night, he’d woken up in the middle of the night, wracked with pain. Something was wrong with his arm, or more specifically, the skin of his arm, or something beneath the skin of his arm. He’d rushed into the bathroom, and found that the surface of his skin was bulging and even tearing apart in places. Strangely enough, he did not bleed, but he could see...something else underneath it, another layer of skin, not his own--hairy, rougher, firm and tough--and only by clutching his arm to himself was he able to keep it from bursting out, until the sensation calmed down, leaving him shivering and sweating on the bathroom floor, certain it must have been a dream.

But it was no dream. The spasms kept coming, more and more often, more and more painful, and he was certain, several times, that his arms, or his legs, or his chest, or his neck, would burst apart and something...terrible would crawl out of him, now nothing more than a husk. It responded to pressure, more than anything, and so he went out and purchased a bunch of spandex a couple sizes too small, and squeezed himself into it, and set about trying to figure out how to reverse what was happening to him.

He had to turn to someone for help, and the only person he could trust was his friend and fellow researcher, Anthony. When he described what was happening to him, Anthony could scarcely believe what he was hearing, but when he witnessed an attack himself, he found himself faced with the impossible. They set to work on the compound, trying to understand what might have an effect on it--or at least try to find something that might slow the progress of the syndrome Thomas was facing.

The attacks learned. Even though he was wearing spandex all over his body, as best he could, his body would build up pressure at the weakest points, and expode. He lost a foot, before he found a set of socks tight enough to keep the pressure down, forcing him to hobble around, one normal foot, the other twice as large, covered in hair, with a powerful stench coming from it that Thomas found somehow arousing, though he never said so to Anthony. He lost a hand as well, since he couldn’t very well leave them bound up and still work. HIs new, hairy paw obeyed him--somewhat, but it was clumsy, and slowed them both down. He had to resort of wrapping his entire head in saran wrap, with just a hole for his head, or risk his entire skull ripping apart. He could feel the pressure building inside him, looking for a way to escape, and he was terrified.

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As the days passed by, Thomas, totally wrapped from head to toe, began to bulge and strain and morph from hour to hour, looking less and less human each time Anthony saw him. They knew it was only a matter of time before their safeguards gave way--and eventually, whatever was trying to get out of Thomas learned a new trick. He noticed that he was sweating more than usual one morning, as they worked, but didn’t think much of it, until he heard the first rip. He was sweating, but whatever the compound was, it was working against the spandex, weakening it, turning it brittle. They tried to wrap him tighter, but the pressure was too much--Thomas screamed, and began to bloat, his skin ripping and tearing apart all over his body, faster than it could heal, while Anthony looked on in terror.

After a few moments, all that remained of Thomas was shreds of leathery skin all over the ground, around the hulking, bestial man that stood where he had been moments before. He leered at Anthony, reached down, and groped his massive cock, leaking not cum, but the same strange substance that had begun Thomas’ strange transformation days earlier. “Fuck, I feel so much better,” the new man said, and grabbed Anthony before he could run, and began tearing the clothes off of him, “You’ll feel better soon too bud. I can smell him in you, you know. He’s just aching to come out in play. Why don’t we get you out of that old skin, and we can see what’s under there?”