Living with change (Multi, weird fever dream stuff)

Story by RedSeeds

So last night, while retiring to bed earlier than normal thanks to exhaustion, I ended up having the most bizarre, semi-lucid dream perhaps of my life. At least, that I can remember. I wrote down most of it, and then knocked this story out really rather quickly. It's written poorly, but I needed to write it just so I could remind myself at a later date that my brain did this.

Most of this did actually happen in the dream, but I gave the story more of a flow and an actual ending. Oh, and I refrained from adding some of the changes in the dream, like a dorsal fin (Because I sort of forgot about it) and the shoulder mounted pizza turrets, because I still can't quite translate what those ever were in my brain. I never saw them fire, but I assume they were meant to fire pizza slices. From guns. That grew naturally from a girl's shoulders.

Yeah, a psychiatrist would have a field day with this one.

Oh, and the main pov character is genderless. In the dream it was a woman, and I was outside the dream and observing it, but it was first person from her perspective. So she's obviously an insert.

The scrawlings of a mad person May 17th: Where it all began

It was a day like any other. I had slept through my first alarm, and I was in a hurry to make up for lost time. I was sat in the kitchen area of our small apartment scarfing down my cereal when my roommate’s voice rang out through her ajar door. She was clearly surprised about something, but I didn’t have the time to check up on her. She probably had only just woken up and seen the time. However, she called out to me with a question just as I finished up and made for the door.

“Hey, uh, is it normal for one of my boobs to be bigger than the other?” She asked, her high pitched voice seemingly concerned by something. I shook my head and sighed.

“Yeah, it’s something to do with bloodflow. Apparently every girl has one slightly bigger than the other. Anyway, got to go!” I said, closing the door right as words of thanks followed me from out of her bedroom. I didn’t really think too much on it as I went to work at the coffee shop, and the tedium of dealing with customers left no time in my schedule for my roommate’s health concerns.

When I got back home, I was met with the weirdest sight in my life… Up to that point. The cute girl I lived with was sat with her legs crossed on the sofa, with one boob bigger than the other. Yes, while I had said it was normal for most girls to have a slight difference, nothing about this difference was ‘slight’. It looked like she had one normal boob, and one basketball stuffed in her straining shirt! She looked up to me, and her dazzling smile caught me off guard. What the fuck?

“Oh, you’re back! Thanks for earlier. I was so scared!” She said, oblivious to everything. I flapped my mouth a bit before trying to bring up the fact that her boob was really not supposed to be like that, but she simply hugged me and went back to her own room before I could manage to get my words out. I put the whole thing down to a hallucination, and tried to push it out of my mind.

May 18th: An unbalanced response

I woke up and laughed at the weird dream I’d had. My roommate with a single massive boob? Maybe I needed to get laid. I once again went about hurrying through my morning routine, because as usual, I had missed the first alarm. Perhaps I should just set it earlier, and make my second alarm the time I actually want to get up?

I was brushing my teeth while sat on the toilet when I heard the patter of footsteps outside the bathroom. My roomie was going to the kitchen, and getting some food. As I finished up in the bathroom, I said good morning to my roommate, who had her back to me. She finished munching on toast to talk back, not turning to look at me.

“Oh, my boobs are back to being even again now. I guess it was just a blood flow thing. I slept differently just in case. Thanks for the help!” She said, as she turned and smiled that infectious smile at me again. She was right, her breasts had evened out. Her left was the same size as the right; It was massive. It was also, however, the same size as the second right breast she had, below the first.

I was once again caught in a cycle of my brain trying to force too many words out of my mouth at once. I wanted to scream, show concern and surprise and try to bring my roommate to her senses all at once. Was this all some fucked up prank? I knew I had to talk to her, but once again she hopped of to her room, a blush to her cheeks as her overabundance of breasts jiggled. She clearly had no hope of finding a bra for those things. Especially the third one. I despaired as I got ready to leave for work.

I didn’t see her in the evening. I don’t think my mind could take seeing her again, given how oblivious she was to everything.

May 19th: it’s happening again

I woke up

... more on the forums ...