The Witch's Ichor

Cafeterias & Conspiracies [3]

Ryker's aching body bolts upright as the sound of his alarm rouses him from a fleeting nightmare. His body is slick with cold sweat. He looks down at himself: his breasts have doubled in volume. Ryker swallows a mouthful of saliva whilst staring down at himself in disbelief.

He brings a hand up to gently prod at himself, and the strangely soft squish of his own breast makes him blush. Ryker half expected it to turn him on or something, but it feels just the same as having his arm poked.

It's not as stimulating as I thought?

Ryker's train of thought is derailed when his finger brushes a nipple, and the electric tinge of pleasure mixed with irritation stops him in his tracks. He gently pinches his own nipple between two fingers, and the sensation elicits a quiet gasp of surprise.

Oh, now I get it. Wow...

The oddly fascinating sensation grips Ryker's attention as he starts to poke, pinch, and play with his own boobs. Several minutes pass like this before the sound of knocking on his bedroom door brings Ryker's fun to a stop.

Without hesitation Ryker grasps the fringes of his comforter and pulls it over his torso protectively. The door swings open to reveal his mother wearing a mildly concerned expression.

"Huh. Have you been growing out your hair?" Ryker's mother asks.

There's a brief moment where Ryker's mother traces his body with her eyes as if looking for something. Ryker feels his face grow pale as she follows the width of his shoulders and the shape of his arms. Ryker clears his throat softly while poking at his own hair. It's past his ears now.

"Uh... not intentionally?" He replies, his voice sounding hoarse.

Ryker's mother keeps her eyes glued to her son's neck and face for a few moments. She frowns slightly, and steps back into the hall while slowly pulling the door closed.

"Breakfast is downstairs, I have to head to work a little early." She says, shutting the door.

Ryker listens to the sound of his mother's footsteps receding downstairs. He lets out a held breath whilst glancing down at his frame. The width of his shoulders look narrower, and the bulk of his biceps are almost nonexistent now.

Did I get shorter?

Standing, Ryker walks over to his closet. Inside he can see himself in the mirror. With the right haircut he could pass for a tomboy, especially considering he's been reduced to 5 feet and seven inches-three inches shorter than the day prior. Heat rises to Ryker's face as he stares at himself.

After gawking at himself for far longer than he intended, Ryker grabs a loose baggy hoodie and the same pair of jeans he wore the day before. With a pair of fresh socks and his shoes on, he's ready to start the day.

~

"Dude... look at Tracy..." Derek nudges Ryker.

The nudge takes Ryker by surprise. Derek lets out a quiet whistle while eyeing the aforementioned girl. Ryker follows his gaze to see Tracy Newman, a brunette girl who shares 4th period with Ryker. Judging by the way Derek is staring, he appreciates the amount of cleavage she's leaving exposed with her top.

"Come on, cut it out." Ryker scolds him.

"What? She wouldn't be wearing that if she didn't want me to stare." Derek replies in a sleazy manner.

Derek's comment gets cut short by Theo giving him a kick in the calf and a deadpan look. Derek looks ready to kick back when Theo cuts him off.

"She obviously wore it with someone specific in mind. Not you." Theo says coldly.