Mutant Day (English) by dood07
Summary:

My name is Adrien, and I live in a strange society; a homophobic society, xenophobic, differentophobic (if you prefer). Furthermore, there are rumors about existential mutant lifeforms in our world, which doesn't help to suppress the fear of the other that exists in everyone's mind. After complicated junior high school years, I invite you to come and discover the world I found myself in after awaking in a strange place.

It's a story mainly based on gentle interactions, but there will be passages more violent (sadistic perhaps).

My first ever story !

 

~Thanks to the unbelievable help of a friend, here is the translation of my original story's first chapter : Mutant Day !!
It has always been a dream of mine to translate one of my stories in English, and here we are ! Thank you so much benblue20  !~


Categories: Teenager (13-19), Adventure, Young Adult 20-29, Butt, Couples, Entrapment, Feet, Gentle, Growing/Shrinking Out of Clothes, Growing Woman, Humiliation, Insertion, Instant Size Change, Maternal, Mouth Play, Violent Characters: None
Growth: Amazon (7 ft. to 15 ft.), Giant (31 ft. to 50 ft.), Mini GTS (16-30ft)
Shrink: Doll (12 in. to 6 in.), Lilliputian (6 in. to 3 in.)
Size Roles: F/f, F/m
Warnings: Following story may contain inappropriate material for certain audiences
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 5 Completed: No Word count: 5170 Read: 23799 Published: December 04 2016 Updated: January 05 2017

1. Chapter 1 by dood07

2. Chapter 2 by dood07

3. Chapter 3 by dood07

4. Chapter 4 by dood07

5. Chapter 5 + 6 by dood07

Chapter 1 by dood07
Author's Notes:

Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

This first chapter has been written over than 2 years ago, and I'm still continuing this story (actually chapter 47), so we still have a long way to go... But now that the first is done, eveything is possible ! A dream coming true...!

Please be indulgent my friends, I was still a young Padawan this while ago.. :D

The first chapters written are really short but they get longer as time passes by, don't worry ;)

Have a good time reading :)


-“Did you guys hear? They still talk about them...”

 

-“Ah somehow they seek for him...”

 

-“Of course, they’re very worried… but me, I find it nasty…”

 

-“Everyone finds it unnatural. My parents were telling me this the other day!”

 

-“It’s serious guys! It’s even less normal than being gay, to say!”

 

It’s almost 8 AM and we are waiting in line in front of the Math room. As expected, there’s only one topic for all conversations today. But to understand it, it’s necessary to know a little bit about the world we live in. In its current state, society is split up into two divisions (very irregular with respect to their proportion). There’s the human side and then there’s the ones we call “the mutants”. There’s no point in explaining what this actually entails, but you will soon find out. You’d have also guessed that it’s because of them that my classmates speak at this moment (if I dare to consider them at my classmates).

 

-“You fucking shit!”

 

-“Shut up! Nobody asked you!”

 

-“I was just messing around. I never said that there was a problem!”

 

My name is Adrien. Typical schoolboy, south of France. I’m 14 years old, currently in my third year, and I am, as usual, an introvert. To be quite frank, I was never really sociable. My lack of social skills prevents me from approaching new people; it acts like a repellent to others.

 

-“Pff you guys are complete assholes. I wonder why I even hang out with you lot at times…”

 

-“Ooh come on, stop acting like a pretty little princess. Is it because of your strange tastes that you want to stop hanging out with us? Maybe you want to hang out with Adrien instead?”

 

-“Supporting gay people doesn’t necessarily mean having strange tastes. And I already told you to leave Paul alone.”

 

Paul is someone who we can consider as the leader of the group. He’s nevertheless a real pain in the ass. He’s basically as smart as his feet. I don’t understand why people could find him remotely cool. Maybe just because he’s good at sports and has an egotistic personality? In any case, I hate him to guts. We already had some conflicts (relatively frequent, too). Unfortunately for me, I don’t quite have the physique to defend myself. So in most cases, I let him speak, make

me look like a jack-ass, or anything he finds shitty to throw at me. I don’t see what motivates him in doing that, but whatever floats his boat.

 

-“I don’t know what you find in him. He’s so weak that he doesn’t react when I insult him. Isn’t that right, pussy?”

 

-“Hey cut it out, will ya!”

 

And there’s Alice. She’s a… how you say… heavenly girl. To summarize the term: She has a golden personality and a magnificent body to go along with it. It’s usually her that stops confrontations between me and Paul when she’s around us. We could say that she has some sort of “power” over him (maybe this grunt is actually in love with her?). Who could not be in love with her? Sure I mean, if he loves Alice, it’s the only thing we share in common.

 

-“Pfff”

 

-“That’s quite enough now. Come inside and sit down. Not a peep from you.”

 

***

 

-“As soon as you see this figure, there’s a click in your head that tells you: ‘Thales Theorem!”

 

Pff, it’s seriously annoying. It’s two months that we’re on it and there’s always someone that doesn’t get it – take Paul for example. I’ll take this opportunity to present myself a little bit better. Earlier I said that I wasn’t capable of defending myself, but in fact it’s because I am pretty short in comparison to the other classmates; even smaller than most of the girls (I am 1m63). I also haven’t done any body-building, so I don’t have the strength to compensate for my short height. Something that redeems my dignity is the fact that I can run pretty fast. The reason why I’m saying this mostly for my own ego. I just hate myself really. Short, weak, shy, lonely and a geek – that’s who I am. Being a geek is one of the many qualities of myself that I hate the most because in addition of being totally shy, I’m sure that being a geek deepens the social gap of me and others around me. Anyway, I’m going to stop talking. I hate moping about myself.

 

Looking around me, I notice on my right and slightly behind me. There she was: Alice. She’s a pretty tall girl (around 1m70 I think) with very pretty light-brown hair and eyes. I like to take a peek from time to time at her beautiful face. But best not to look at her for long periods though; I don’t want her to take it the wrong way. Right now she’s more focused on what she’s doing and chewing the end of her pencil. She’s an example of the model student. She bends over and writes on her notebook; most likely to solve the problem the teacher wrote on the board. I think that all these breaks and movements she does… there’s no moment where I find her less attractive than some other girl.

 

-“In any case, it’s well done for them. These pieces of shit…”

-“Paul, I don’t want to hear another word from you. The next time I hear from you, I’ll be sending you to the Principal’s office.”

 

-“What a bitch” he murmured, making sure the math teacher didn’t hear. Although he is a bit hard of hearing and wouldn’t likely know from where the noise came from.

 

Oh man I’m so stupid! Surely you want to know who these “mutants” are, right? Me too, to be honest. From what I know, among the humans on Earth, there exists a race called the mutants. They look roughly the same as us but what appears also to be that their bodies are modified. Thereby entitling that the name mutant is the fact that they are genetically different than us. According to what I understood, there are lots of theories of this subject matter. The most used theories (and likelihood) are that they had a genetic mutation of a human to another and to what is proliferated. Or the carried out experiences went out of control. I will take a closer look at it in a second. It would have taken more mutations between the two generations in order for it to be plausible. And the embryo cells would be automatically destroyed when facing this many mutations, would it not? But another thing that bothers me is that it appears it would not be a hereditary? I already heard that the government were trying to suppress most of their affairs. It’s really something we have little information on. This is exactly the trouble. To be honest, I don’t know what to think anymore. Am I supposed to be afraid of them? We don’t know anything of their intentions. We don’t even know if their power is temporary, hereditary, pathogenic… Can we judge without knowing? All of this just poses a considerable etic for me. I believe I know that there are no other people that think quite like myself. We are living today in a society where the “different” became the source of fear, mockery and discrimination. I don’t consider the gay as being against nature. It just seems so banal to be convinced of such nonsense. By that, I can only thank the education that my parents had given me.

 

*DRIIIING!!*

 

And with this, it’s time to go to French class; everyone packs their stuff. I do the same thing and before leaving the room, I pass by the math teacher. I have no other choice other than to be polite and say: “Good day, sir”.

 

-“See you Adrien. By the way, great work on your last homework.”

 

-“Ah, thanks so much.”

 

While turning my head, I see in the corner of my eye that Paul is watching and smiling like a nitwit. What does this guy want now, I wonder…?

 

Chapter 2 by dood07

*VLAN!!*

 

It’s a few minutes after 5 o’ clock and I just came into my room. My bed is right where it’s supposed to be and I jump right on it after swinging my shoes and throwing my backpack without care. My pillow is always there on the bed, well done for the evening and morning. The reason why the door slammed so hard is simple: I don’t want to be bothered by anyone. I lie myself on my stomach and gently press my head on my pillow under which I slid my arms and began to cry (in peace). Who has never done that? Crying as hard as you want without anyone capable of hearing you? At this very moment the tears flow down my cheeks and I feel a slight pain coming from the side of my face. Many times, as I come home from classes, I feel completely angry. My parents don’t know anything about it, but how can I possibly blame them? Nobody, except me, knows nothing of what I do every evening when I come home. I’m totally calm during the day, being all introverted and indifferent, who could possibly guess that, in reality, I’m so enraged? Now that I don’t have the strength nor the stamina to continue to cry out, I start to sob softly to myself. My cardiac rhythm diminishes and I slowly calm myself down. Why me…? What did I do? How can I manage undergoing all of this? I really hate this life – my life – life in all its entirety. If only all these fuckers could just go fuck themselves and burn in hell! I shoot my fist high up and come down fast, hitting my mattress. Why am I not able to deliver this force to Paul to show my gratitude and love for him? Why am I always inclined to stoop down low to his blows…? Why does it always have to be like this…? Why have I not been spared this afternoon…? So many questions gravitate my mind and it just seems to never go away before I finally come about calming myself down.

 

I get up slowly from my bed – my body aches everywhere. I hope this is the case… I open the door to my room and then roam around the house until I reach the front of my bathroom door. I place myself in front of the door and take a breather. I make the moment much more dramatic than it should be and then brace for the event that I hate. Breathing slowly, I turn the doorknob and enter the room. Just a couple of steps necessary to reach the bathroom mirror of which I see a troubling figure: the reflection of a brown, short boy; even if this is not the first thing that strikes us when taking the first look. Speaking of looks, here’s why the figure is hard to bear: I have, in front of me, a child with a purple left cheekbone and red blistered eyes. Small amount of tears can be found concentrated at the end of his eyelids. His look is stern, sad and full of hate. Every time I have this figure in front of me, I always have a hard time imagining myself. You know, when we look at ourselves in the mirror, we don’t necessarily have the impression of seeing someone who we already know. And as for me, well I can’t get myself to believe that that figure I see in front of me is actually me. My eyes close slowly since I feel tears rise; I think I’ve cried enough for today. My fists clench, lips begin to tremble, and another crisis is on its way… The only thing is that –

 

“Adrien!! Dinner!”

 

And there it is. Looks like dinner time has finally come about. This affects my tears like a dam and gives me a chance to encompass my anger; push it all the way down to my belly.

 

“I’m comin’ Ma!”

 

***

 

“What did you do to yourself?”

 

“Huh? Oh sorry, uh… Well I was playing with my bro and well there was a knock and so… right in the face!”

 

“Oh, is that so?”

 

It’s funny. I got the same question yesterday from my mother, but I said that it’s because I was in a boxing rink. To believe that people could be worried as to the condition of my health. It’s useless to say to you who asked me this question since one person is sufficiently courteous to ask how I am. Unfortunately, Alice seems far to shrewd to believe in any of my stories. She gives me a sort of sad look (almost disappointed?). She later turns her focus on the French teacher. Paul was behind me and the moment I bend down to get my backpack, I see him pass beside me to give me a good shove and laughs his ass off with his so-called friends, embracing the situation. I raise my head and take an accusatory look – black with much contempt. He flees through the door. Good, no time to mourn about myself. I guess I’m gonna have fun scratching away at everything on my papers just to wait for the bell.

 

"Faîtes-moi de la place, juste un peu de place pour ne pas qu'on m'efface,

J'n'ai pas trop d'amis, regardez en classe c'est pas l'extase, J'ai beaucoup d'espace, je suis seul ! Et personne à qui le dire ! C'est pas l'pire, quand la pause arrive, je ne suis pas tranquille il faut que je m'éclipse, ou alors, Accuser les coups, ou dehors, Il faudra que je cours... Tous les jours... Faudra-t-il que je cours..jusqu'au bout...? Je n'ai plus de souffle, je veux que l'on m'écoute, plus de doute, Pour m'en sortir je dois tenir et construire mon futur, Partir à la conquête d'une vie moins dure, sûr que c'est pas gagné ! Mais j'assure mes arrière, pour connaître l'amour et le monde, Il faudra que je cours... Tous les jours...

Faudra-t-il que je cours..jusqu'au bout...?"

 

No, it’s not me who came up with these words; I simply extracted them from an excellent song. I’m telling you about a true song that came from a true band. Do you know it? If so, you are probably someone who merits the category of people with good taste. If not, you do however have the potential to become one, but it’s a pity that you don’t have the chance to know it. At this very moment, I’m singing this song in my head and writing the lyrics as I go along on my sheet with my pencil. As usual, I try to innovate, searching for a new writing/drawing style. I then run

it all later with my black pen. Ah yes, another thing that I forgot to mention about me: Music. Just thinking about it… mmh… just gives me this vibe to write some poems. But you know, I’m not gonna do that. Maybe at this point I’m beginning to annoy you. Well anyway, I’m a big fan of music and I love living in this world; my little bubble that I like to create with my headphones and MP3 player. I only listen to dark music and I don’t give a fuck what other people think – me, I enjoy it. I play these tracks: “Fuckin’ Perfect”, “Welcome to my Life”, Demons”, and “Everybody’s Fool”. But I also like the ones with lots of spirit such as: “Nothing Else Matters”, “Hall of Fame”. You see where I’m getting at here?

 

Anyway yeah, now that you know my best friend and my worst enemy (being what I call “the others”), you know a little bit about everything about me… oh no wait there’s something special missing! Despite the fear and hate I have of others, I want to believe the goodness of mankind. And that’s the very reason why I want to become a fireman. It’s a nice speech to recite over, but more importantly, it’s true imagining saving people’s lives… Yeah I really find that classy. Well anyway, all that to say that I intend to pursue a career of this field. For that I have a slight interest to get myself into sports, maybe I’d even surprise myself!  

 

Chapter 3 by dood07
Author's Notes:

Since the upcoming are still really short, they'll be posted by two !

Wait for the fun to come :D

 

 

 “Klein fighter.”


 It’s me… can’t believe it’s me… anyway, I walk towards them as we’ve learned during this whole summer. It’s strikingly hot here with beaming sunlight. But it’s good weather for this kind of occasion (at least I think). Anyway yeah, there you have it. Here I am. I stand vigilant. I wait for them to call out the two next in line (I barely remember their name) – I’m in my personal bubble. It’s my turn now. Okay! Here we go, we’re all three aligned. They greet us and we return in unison. Graduation and all the hoofta – it’s the colonel himself who hands me my helmet.

 “Congratulations Klein fighter, welcome aboard.”  

 It’s August 2014 and I’ve finally graduated as a voluntary fireman. Even if I’m only considered voluntary status, it’s nonetheless somewhere to start my professional career. I am a major of my staff promo. I feel a bit anxious and I know exactly just why: I succeeded even after the shit I’ve been through to get here. They don’t precisely know how I came into the world of rescuing and they’ll probably never will, but this is only the first triumph – MY first glorious victory. As for my journey, I completed high school three years ago and I head towards the faculty. Three years of high school were thrived from those of college and I can only thank God that I’m better able to integrate myself into society. Deep down inside, I’m still the introverted and timid child, but I still make effort to become much more approachable. I had also passed my Baccalauréat this year with honors. Nobody was surprised (not even me). The craziest thing from all of this is that I had nothing to do with this. I just want to get into college sports, do my three years of college, and take my role as a professional fireman. I’ll get there and I know I’ll get there.  

 If you’re wondering whatever happened to Alice or Paul, I never heard back from them. I just know that they tried their Bac, but I don’t know if they got through it. I lost all trace of Alice since she left to study in boarding school, so she went to a school much different than mine. Since the time we parted our ways, I never found a girl as charming, funny and smart as her. No girl sparked my attention, yet she remains sternly fixed in my thoughts; as far back as my memory can go.  

 What else is there to say other than that I am soon to be a major? Ah yes, I’m one year behind from my friends, so when they’re celebrating their 18 years, I’m just here waiting for my senior year to come.  

 But… why am I thinking about it so early on? You surely want to know what happened to the mutants? Hey, well know that absolutely nothing changed in our world, well, maybe one thing: the fear of anomaly and ignorance has increased. There had been controversies on the subject matter, but the government seems to be holding back a lot of information without any sign of rioting! Some voices have risen, but very quickly they’ve been repressed. Anyway yeah! Once I go through this topic, I can turn out to be very boring and all of this takes me to the highest point. Ah! Also, I just remembered an important thing about my life: Within a week, I will be returning to my faculty.

 

Chapter 4 by dood07

“No! You kidding me right? Haha, well played man!” Robin said, patting on my shoulder.  

“Yeah! Thanks, I’m really glad, too!” I said to him – almost yelling.  

Background noise engulfs us for hours and I manage to see him through the smoke. These spots illuminate so much as I told myself, taking a sip from my drink. We’re in the year January 2015 and we’re celebrating my 18th birthday. My old high-school friends prepared this occasion just for me. A surprise birthday party with lots of food and drinks to go around. Girls dancing and boys drinking – the perfect evening. I see Robin unexpectedly leaving the area with his drink in hand. I’m not too worried where he’s going; this guy always had the urge to drag in girls or to have someone to tell his little adventures with. I sometimes wonder how we became friends. Ah… well as we often say: opposites attract (or something within those lines, right?). Taking another look at Robin, I notice him going behind the DJ’s table and whispering something to him (who is none other than one of our friends, Sam). Something made Sam open his eyes, smiling maliciously. He glances at me before bending over to pick up the microphone.  

“We just gathered something excellent girls. Would you like to know what it is?” Sam said, laughing. The party goers stopped their dancing and faced him.  

“This summer, Adrien graduated! And no it’s not the bloody Bac we’re all going to endure later – no – it’s something much grand!” he takes a short pause before continuing, “What you have in front of you is a recognized fireman!”  

As everyone turn their heads toward me, I suddenly hear an applause accompanied by “Bravo!” and “Yeah!”. Even if these were sarcastic (but remain subtle), I am truly touched. It’s a pleasant sight to see that my friends (or my colleagues) are dazzled by my service; it’s almost reassuring, to say the least.  

“Alright girls, who wants to get into a coma tonight?” Robin exclaims on the microphone. A great, big smile washes his face, almost like one of these characters in manga comics. Some of the girls pretend to have an epilepsy with the little “Aaah…” to make the scene more intensive. The others laugh as I become red like peony… I had told you that I was always timid! As a matter of fact, the girls had the same reaction because I built up a lot of muscle these last couple of years – rock climbing, skiing, kayaking, you name it. It’s that, before others, which allowed me to finish my major last summer. Like I said, my body developed quite well; I could be considered “sexy” conforming to women’s standards. I unfortunately didn’t have any real relationship with anyone. As I had said before, no other girl had pierced my heart as Alice. I never fell in love since. You’d have also guessed that I’m still a virgin… anyway yeah, there’s still this night. I’m really counting on enjoying my time. And who knows, maybe I’ll lose my virginity tonight!  

***  

“Come on! Seventh glass of Get 27, hang on!”  

“Wow… a little bit of hanging on to do, eh…!”  

Whoa, I’m starting to get blurry eyed here… I don’t know if I can hang on much longer. Already feeling as if I can’t feel my legs anymore; I’m feeling chills everywhere around my body (maybe that’s normal when drinking a whole lot?). Oh it’s coming back. We could say that my arms are failing me, hands decomposing, and fingers letting go…  

CLING!!  

What’s that? Was it my stomach? Ugh, I feel terrible. My vision is obstructed. I have the funniest feeling that I’m falling down…  
BAM!

End Notes:

 

Told you they were still really short !

Chapter 5 + 6 by dood07
Author's Notes:

Sorry for the wait ! Still a really really short chapter, but here we go ! It'll get longer with time :)


 

“Aïe…”


… hell, I have the biggest headache ever… what is this buzzing sound I hear…? Where am I? What did I do? I remember something about… what do I remember about anyway?  

I feel ants everywhere around my body and I have the strangest feeling that I can’t even feel my legs anymore… even my arms. Anyway there seems to be a hand below me – looks like it’s mine. Short nails, long fingers, slightly apparent veins… Yes, there it is: the same scars on the back. It’s really bizarre how I’m controlling my hand without feeling it. My vision is blurred and as I concentrate to correct my vision, I realize I’m not at the hospital; otherwise, I wouldn’t be lying on a hard, cold surface – wait, cold? Ah yes, I’m beginning to regain my senses. It’s true that the surface is pretty cold. If I can just concentrate… yes, I can follow the outline of my body. The shoulders and shoulder blades touching the floor. Then there’s this slight rise that goes to the hollow of the kidneys – not in contact with the floor. Another slope that runs along my butt, the hollow of my knee that doesn’t touch the ground, and finally my calves and heels. I think the cold aids me in differentiating what’s touching the ground and what’s not. It’s at that moment that I realize a very important prospect of my situation: I’m naked! My heart beats rapidly against my chest as I stand up hastily. First I see my feet, legs and then my focus turns towards my crotch (already covered by my hands). This reflex doesn’t surprise me. To be honest, I don’t think I have the courage to look at my own dick… it’s so cold. And you know – like me – the effects it has on the male species.  

Yeah um, enough bullshit. What’s going on? Why am I naked in the middle of something so white? And why is it so cold? I’m shivering everywhere and I can’t find anything to cover myself or warm up with, so I’m afraid I might get hypothermia. Now is not the time to stress out for nothing. I feel my pulse is quite higher than usual. A drop of sweat forms around my forehead; I feel it running down my cheek before submitting to the forces of gravity. It’s not after an abnormally long duration that I hear a light plic; more than audible inside this giant empty room. My attention is instantly diverted to the heavy drop. While I was expecting to see a small puddle on the floor, I’m surprised to see a tiny transparent orb.

Shocked by this surprising discovery, I decided to crouch down and “study” this famous liquid orb (not to worry – from the top of my two years of honors, I don’t think I have much to work out here). I approach my finger to the droplet (which is on the floor) and exert a slight pressure on it… well, in reality, all I’m doing is touching this damn droplet. Strangely, it’s deforming, but it doesn’t spread as I would’ve thought. As soon as I removed my index finger from it, it returned to its original form. Despite its tiny size, I can feel, by passing the pulp of my finger, that there is this kind of… skin. In my opinion, the inside looks liquid (like water), but the surface looks more solid. I think the right word for that is ductile (if I still remember anything from my SVT classes). But how is this possible? I know that… there’s a thing that can also hold liquid in the form of droplets, but normally these burst open when hitting the floor at such a force; the force of resistance doesn’t compensate for the shock. If my physics memories serve me right, then this force bears a name of the style surface tension or something like that…  

Anyway yeah! It’s not all of it, but I’m marveling a droplet while waking up in a white room, so I don’t know anything at all at this point. I’m a bit offbeat at times! I decided to analyze this piece in the meantime. Maybe I’m gonna find something of importance or an exit, or maybe I can find some explanations of my whereabouts… I don’t know – whatever!  

However, when I got up, I noticed something particularly strange: the droplet seemed to shake. It was only so timid at first, but I have the feeling that the trembling is increasing in intensity. Another thing, it seems that it periodically rhythms. Suddenly I hear low sounds that resemble that of… slamming. Yes, it does seem like banging, but not any banging. I’d recognize these from hundreds of others: these are the sounds of heels – there’s someone with me. I quickly turn around, but I realize that there’s absolutely nobody in this room. I hear nonetheless these marvelous heel-pounding sounds… uh yeah lovely. I’ll explain later. I could swear that I can hear them coming closer and as I turn around in every direction to search for the source, I notice no trace of human life. Another thing that strikes me dumb: the intensity of the noises progressively intensifies to the point of surpassing a volume that I’d qualify as “normal”. Then out of the blue, nothing more; no sound, no trembling, just nothingness. Everything is the unknown – I stand still.

Unconsciously, this situation makes me hold my breath – surely because of fear, anxiety or apprehension.  

Suddenly, the world around me starts to shake… but much more violently this time. I have the impression that the room transformed into a box. It’s later I find out that the ceiling above me is peeling off from the openings, I can see light washing in form the exterior… greyness. Out of nowhere I see these large, red plates shining through the openings, which are then followed by long… trunks of beige color. If I had to make sense of it all, I would surely presume that these trunks have the form and color of human fingers; the only thing that’s off is that their size are absolutely gigantic. Previously motionless, I now find myself totally incapable of effectuating any movement at all. It’s only when I realize that these intruders start to bend and then unquestionably erupts in my face: these are fingers. I recognize perfectly the phalanges, the three distinct parts, the red nails at the end, the palm that joins them (and I also notice a ring on of them). Unable to get away, I can only find the strength to bring my arms to protect my face in order to face this unknown and terrorizing threat.

End Notes:

The fifth was so short that I had to add the chapter six because "My story failed to meet the required minimum or maximum word count for story submission on this site. Each chapter must be no less than 500 words long." xD Whatever, the true fun will soon begin !

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