Corrupted Sol 01

Corrupted Sol 1

I was staring into my empty fridge but my mind was stuck on memories of my last customer. She was a banging hot MILF and I swear she was giving me the eyes. You know the eyes I'm talking about. The ones that dare you to make a move. The kind of eyes that say,slam me against this wall and fuck my brains out.

It was useless to dwell on it though. I must have been imagining it. Fucking the repair guy only happens in pornos.

I shook the thought away and closed the fridge. There was nothing to eat so I would just have to walk down to the store. I headed for my shoes and did a double take out the sliding glass door. The woman across the courtyard was changing again. God, I loved that girl. She knew I could see her. She had to know. How could she not? She could see me too. Our balconies were barely fifty feet away from each other.

She peeled out of her jeans, leaving her in a lacey black bra and a thong, and turned to her mirror. Her tight little ass was aimed right at me while she messed with her thick brown hair and arched her back. She could probably see me in the reflection. It was difficult to tell from this distance but I swear she was smirking. That girl loved to put on a show.

Dinner could wait another minute.

I turned off the lights and sat in my recliner, which was angled slightly more towards the window than the tv. I'd watched this show enough to know that she was hurrying, so I didn't bother pulling my dick out. Barely ten minutes passed before she wormed into a tight black dress and headed out the door. I sighed and put my shoes on. My stomach was empty and the store was calling my name.

I grabbed a six pack of beer and a microwave burrito at the corner gas station. I considered grabbing a cigar, but managed to resist. It was on my walk home when everything went crazy.

I've never had any trouble in my neighborhood, but there was something about this one dark alley that always gave me a weird feeling. Whenever I walked by it I always tensed in preparation to run. This night when I strode past I did my second double take of the evening.

About 20 feet into the darkness was a baseball sized pile of glowing sand. At least that's what it looked like to me. Luminous white sand. I glanced around to see if there was anyone or anything that might be responsible for this odd little sight. I saw nothing. I hesitated before walking in to get a closer look.

The light was pulsing slowly and I had the strangest sense that it was alive. I know that sounds stupid. Why would anyone think glowing sand was alive? But I turned out to be right so fuck you. When I was within 5 feet the pulsing stopped and the sand shot up like a little tiny comet. It hovered about 20 feet up. I stared with a slack jaw like an idiot.

A single particle of light drifted away from it. Before I could react it shot right into my left temple and out the right. I didn't feel a thing but grabbed my head anyway. That single particle shot back to the main cluster and I suddenly felt a strange connection to it.

... Help?...

It wasn't a sound so much as a thought. Almost like something was thinking for me.

... Scared...

I'm not the type to care about adorable stray kittens, but this thing's fear hit me right in the feels. I stammered like an idiot. "U-um uh... okay?"

The glowing sand pulsed and slowly drifted down to hover in front of me. It felt an awful lot like a swarm of bees.

...Okay?...

"I... Won't hurt you," I said.

The glowing sand hesitated. Then multiple particles broke away and swarmed into my head.

"Whoa!" I yelled and swatted at the air. My hands passed right through them. "What are you doing?" I demanded and stumbled back.

All at once the particles burst from my head and returned to the main cluster. "I won't hurt you," I thought.

Except I wasn't the one that thought it. This thing was hijacking my brain and thinking for me. Not cool dude. "Don't do that!" I barked.

"Don't do what?" I thought.

No.

I didn't think it

Itthought it.

"That!" I yelled. "Don't do that! Don't control my thoughts like that!"

The glowing cluster jerked away in surprise. I felt its confusion, followed by its hesitation and something like frustrated curiosity.

It was asking how we should proceed.

I, of course, didn't have a clue.

I stared at it for several seconds, and I got the feeling it was staring right back.

"Can you make sounds?" I asked. "Like I do?"

Big mistake.

Suddenly there was a thunderous boom and a shriek and a squeal and every other god awful sound you can think of. I screamed and clutched my ears. The whole damn city had to be hearing it. I dropped to my knees and legitimately thought I was going to die.

"Apologies!" It yanked at my thoughts, "give me a moment!"

The awful symphony twisted away from hellish torture to something that was only absolutely awful, then to something that was just extremely uncomfortable and finally down to something that was only irritating. It was like a radio tuning into the lesser static of evil. As it got quieter I became aware of screaming and wails of agony from all around. One of those wails was coming from me.

A single particle shot from the sand and into my chest. I was immediately struck with profound relaxation and euphoria. I'm pretty sure my face drooped and I started to drool. "Whuh...?" I looked around slowly. I hadn't been this high since I dropped out of college.

"IsthiSbETteR?" An otherworldly voice emanated from the sand. It shifted through mixes of gurgly, raspy, staticky and musical.

The particle shot out of my chest and the brain melting euphoria snapped away like a rubber band, which was disorienting, to say the least. I started breathing heavily, wiped my chin, and looked at it with wide eyes. What the fuck was this thing?

I still heard the cries of the city around me. I might be a selfish prick but this was just too much. "Can you help them?" I asked and gestured expansively.

The sand hesitated a moment before exploding into a cloud of particles that shot off in every direction. Suddenly I was alone and the cries of fear silenced like an expanding wave. I imagined everyone was being struck with a moment of euphoric stupidity like I had been. I supposed it was better than nothing.

The cloud of particles returned and coalesced back into a baseball sized cluster. "BetteR?" The jarring voice asked.

"Um..." I listened as the murmur and rumble of the city returned. There was still some distress in the air. I could already hear the sirens.

"No?"

This fucking thing... what was I getting myself into? "It's better," I assured it. "But we should probably get off the street," I looked around for something to hide it in. A dumpster caught my attention. I felt it watching me as I opened the lid. In the corner of my eye I spotted a light particle fly into my head. "Stop that!" I snapped and swatted like it was a mosquito.

"YoUwish TO hIdEmE," it commented. "ShouLdI...diSguise?"

I paused before touching anything nasty. "You can do that?"

"I Shall CrafTa flEsh vESSel," it declared.

Before I could ask, it expanded to the shape of a human and grew solid. Within a few seconds I was staring at a perfect copy of me, right down to the black slacks and navy blue Fix-it-ALL HVAC work shirt. I became painfully aware of my slovenly appearance and wondered if that stain had been on my shirt all day. "No," I stated.

It didn't seem to hear me as it looked around in wide eyed wonder.

Please tell me I don't look that stupid, I thought. "Hey!" I barked and waved my hands.

My doppelganger gasped and clutched its ears. It looked at me like I'd just grown a second head.

"Turn into someone else," I ordered.

It giggled, which elicited another gasp as it clutched its mouth, which elicitedanothergasp as it looked at its hand.

PLEASE tell me I don't look that stupid,I thought again. I grabbed its shoulder and shook it, which of course elicitedyet anothergasp. "Focus!" I barked and snapped my fingers in its face.

It slowly grabbed my arm and stared at it. A grin spread on its face and it began to paw at me with both hands. Only then did I realize what might be happening. I calmly took hold of its arms and pulled them away.

"I realize that having a body is fascinating," I said patiently, "but I need you to focus. You have to turn into someone else."

Its dopey grin faded as my words finally registered. It looked around as if peering through the walls. A single grain of light shot out of it and into the building, then returned a moment later. My clone then burst into particles and reshaped into a tiny old woman in a long, silk nightgown. Not the most pleasant thing to look at but it was good enough.

"BEtTer?"

I winced at the garbled, sing-song, croaking voice emanating from its general direction. It didn't even try to move its mouth.

"Don't make any sound," I ordered and took the old lady's hand. "Follow me."

Its eyes went wide and it squeezed my hand. I felt its other hand take hold as I dragged it along. It was rubbing my skin like it was the most amazing thing it'd ever felt. Which maybe it was. As we hurried along I realized itliterallywasn't making a sound. Not even its footsteps. I decided it wasn't worth addressing as people were probably too distracted to notice.

Police sirens rang in every direction and people were gathering on the sidewalk. There weren't a lot of cars in my area but I saw more than a few accidents. Everyone was shaken and I couldn't blame them. I noticed that everyone had blood dripping from their ears and discovered that mine had been bleeding too.

I hurried us down the street and rushed up the stairs to my second story apartment. The old lady disguise was a little ruined by how easily it kept up with me, but I don't think anyone saw. I finally relaxed once I had the door locked.

"Talk with your mouth," I ordered. "Don't do that creepy voice from beyond shit."

It opened its old lady mouth and began to experiment. "Aaahwaabawooonniip," it giggled when it discovered the p sound.

I heaved a sigh. "Do the thing," I gestured to my head.

It tilted its head curiously.

"That firefly thing takes information from my head right? Go ahead. Learn how to talk," I waved for it to hurry.

A single light drifted from the old lady's chest and into my head, then back again. "Am I talk-" it gasped and its eyes lit up with joy. "Talking! I am making talking noise with my face hole like a matter-being! This is awe-some!"

Hearing an old lady croak the word awesome in a robotic tone was just weird. "Calm down," I groaned and went to the kitchen. I took a beer before putting the rest in the fridge. "Have a seat," I ordered and plopped into my chair. I turned the tv on mute and flipped to the news, not at all surprised to see a helicopter's view of the city with emergency vehicles in all directions.

In the corner of my eye I saw my sexy neighbor burst into her bedroom. She was clearly distraught. I frowned as she fumbled with her phone to call someone for comfort. There was nothing sexy about a woman crying.

"So what's the problem?" I turned back to my alien houseguest in the old lady skin. It was wandering around my messy place like a blind man seeing the world for the first time. "Hello?" I asked impatiently.

It turned to me with that big dopey grin. "Matter-being senses are..." it shook its head in astonishment, "you have no words to describe it!"

The cute kitten act on the old saggy broad was freaking me out. I glanced across the courtyard at my neighbor. "You can turn into anyone?" I asked.

"A simple matter," it nodded and giggled. "Matter has many meanings," it commented. "How peculiar."

"Turn into her," I tilted my head towards my neighbor across the way.

The old lady followed my gaze, nodded, and sent a light particle flying. I grimaced in anticipation of her spotting the little light, but it shot in and out before she noticed. My guest immediately burst into glowing particles. A moment later my sexy exhibitionist neighbor was standing in front of me. She was even wearing the same tight black dress and heels. My jaw dropped. She was even sexier up close. I stood up to circle around her.

"You enjoy observing this flesh vessel?" she looked down at herself while I drank her in. Her eyes went to the original copy across the way. "You think she's sexy as hell. What doessexy as hellmean? I don't understand sexy."

I chuckled and slid a hand around her waste. "Let's sit down and talk," I guided us to the couch and sat beside her, rubbing my hand along her bare thigh. I never would have guessed she wasn't a real person. She felt perfect. "Tell me what the problem is," I urged.

She stared at my hand with half lidded eyes. "Touch..." she mumbled and shivered. "I quite enjoy the sense of touch. And hearing... and vision!" She lit up. Her eyes danced over my face like she was memorizing every detail. "I assumed you were lesser beings but now I see-" she giggled, "I see that you are amazing! Matter-existence is so... so... awe-some!"

"So you're not scared anymore?" I smirked.

"Not at all," she declared and let her eyes wander around my shitty place. "Smell is interesting too... but I would not call it awe-some."

I laughed at the unintended jab. She was right to question the smell. "Try taste," I suggested and reached for my beer. I demonstrated drinking before handing it to her.

She accepted with both hands and her eyes went wide. "Cold..." she commented.

"And refreshing," I grinned.

She took a sip and her eyes managed to get even wider. "Taste is awe-some!" She declared and took another drink. She filled her mouth and swished it around. I was captivated by the movement of her lips. Beer burst from her mouth when she yelled, "I love taste!"

I laughed and wiped my face while my gaze went to her now wet cleavage. "So you don't have senses where you come from?" I asked.

"I come from a lower layer," she said as if that explained everything. "I sensed your matter vibrations and I came to.. to..." She pouted and it looked adorable. "Skim?"

"Lower layer stuff," I dismissed. I didn't know what the hell she meant so it sounded as good as anything.

"Yes," she nodded. "Lower layer stuff. Thought-being stuff."

"Thought-being?" I asked. "Is that what you are? A thought?"

She scrunched her adorable face in thought. It made me smile. Who knew the hot neighbor could be so cute?

I glanced out the window and spotted said neighbor staring at us.

"Shit!" I cursed and stood up to shield her view of her clone. I scrambled to draw the curtains and ignored the disturbed look she gave me. As I peeked through a crack I watched her gape at my window until she shook her head. Apparently she was still on the phone because she raised it back to her ear and gestured in my direction. I hoped she was telling the other person that she must be going crazy. She began to pace but kept glancing at my curtain.

"I am like a star," my guest finally decided how to describe herself. "Energy. Raw and powerful. But also not a star. No matter. Just... thought."

"We need to change your appearance again," I ignored her description for the time being. There were police everywhere, probably looking for a terrorist. I couldn't afford to look suspicious.

"A simple matter," she rolled with it. "What form should I take next?"

My place was dark so hopefully my neighbor didn't get a great look. As long as we stuck to a brunette with a similar shape then we ought to be fine. My thoughts naturally went towards the hottest women I'd ever seen. I pulled out my phone and opened my porn file. Only the most stunning women were allowed in my porn file. I skimmed through the pictures and came up with a plan. "This body," I plopped on the couch to show her, "with this face," I swiped to a different picture, "but use these lips," swipe, "these eyes," swipe, "and these tits. Keep the hair for now."

"You want me to craft a unique vessel?" She asked.

"Exactly," I grinned in anticipation. "It will be a body that belongs to you and no one else."

"Belongs to me?" She quirked her head in confusion. "Are you talking about ownership? I don't understand this concept."

"Ownership?" I asked. "It's good to own things," I explained. "A large part of being human is to own as many things as you can. And it all starts with having your own body."

"I see..." she frowned. She obviously didn't understand.

"Just make the body," I said. "We can explain life on Earth later." She nodded and burst into light. A moment later she coalesced into a completely naked and gorgeous woman. "Stand up!" I urged. She obeyed. "Turn around slowly."

She began to turn and giggled. "Your vibrations are... pleasant. You enjoy this form quite a bit."

"I really do," I leaned back and sipped my beer while I marveled at this exquisite work of art. Perfect legs, perfect ass, perfect stomach, perfect tits. The face of a god damned angel. Big beautiful green eyes. Pillowy lips. Sculpted eyebrows. Her amused smirk was driving me wild. I reached out and touched her middle, letting my hand slide while she continued to turn. Her skin was as smooth as marble but my touch elicited goosebumps.

She shivered and hummed in surprised pleasure. "Very pleasant..." she mumbled. Her gaze drifted to my crotch with a curious furrow. "What's happening to your flesh vessel?"

I laughed as a few devilish ideas slithered into my mind. Higher being or not, she was so damned naive she was begging to be taken advantage of. But first I needed to know what I was dealing with. "You can sit down."

Her rigid movements kind of ruined the illusion. I focused on her tits to maintain my enjoyment.

"So you're like a star made of thoughts?" I recalled her previous description.

"That is the closest I can describe it," she nodded. Her eyes examined my relaxed posture and she leaned back to mirror my position.

Seeing her reclined looked awfully inviting. "Will you be staying?" I asked.

"That's the problem," she pouted and it looked even more adorable on that supermodel face. "I'm trapped," she stated. "I got too close to the matter vibrations and I couldn't get back out. I seem to be trapped in the material layer."

"Is that so bad?" I shrugged. "You seem to enjoy the senses of your..." I smirked, "flesh vessel."

She lit up with a radiant smile. "I really do," she echoed my words regarding her body. She even leaned further and sipped a beer while her eyes roamed the room. She shivered with delight as she swallowed.

I furrowed my brow and looked at the beer in my hand. "Where did that beer come from?" I asked.

She took another sip and shivered. "I made it," she said before another sip and shiver.

"You made it out of nothing?"

"Of course not," she giggled. "I made it with the same matter vibrations as yours."

I raised an eyebrow. "And it's real?"

She quirked her head with a confused look. "Can a matter thing be not real?"

I laughed. She had me there. "Switch with me," I leaned over and swapped beers with her. When I took a drink it seemed to be extra carbonated. It even made me shiver. As far as taste goes it was just another Coldstream beer. "Damn," I marveled. "Can you make anything?"