Be My Fantasy

At first, he had just stalked her. Watched her from the bushes as she took a bath or a shower, her perfect and tanned body, and ivory hair dripping with water.

Sometimes she'd masturbate. It was beautiful, she was beautiful, as she tweaked her candy pink nipples, then stroked her shaven pussy, sometimes finger fucking herself roughly, sometimes gently. He would masturbate too, stroking his throbbing and erect cock to orgasm. He never cried out - knew that if he did, she'd catch him, and he didn't want that. It was a risk... but a risk worth taking.

But soon, Hajime Busuzima wanted more... so much more.

It wouldn't be rape. Not really. She had a lizard, treated it like a baby, and what animal did the crazed scientist share his soul with? She'd love him. He knew.

So it was with great relish that he planned... and with great relief that he acted.

He was quick, too quick for her to try and fight him off. He just came crashing through the door one evening, wide and insane eyes ablaze. He had grabbed her, forced her into her bedroom, and, ripping her shirt off, had used the strips of cloth to tie her hands to the bedposts.

What he didn't expect was the transformation that happened as soon as he had fully undressed her.

When Busuzima became a chameleon, he was half there. It wasn't like a black out. He knew what he was doing, but some things - some inhibitions - were freed.

His pop eyes swiveled this way and that, then landed on her. She was too frightened to scream. Had never seen a Zoanthrope before. He watched her for a moment, wondering if he should bother changing back into a human... then decided against it. Let it be an experience for her. Something exciting she could later tell her friends - 'I got fucked by a giant chameleon'.

He would have grinned if he had the capacity to do so. He slowly clambered onto the bed with her, watched her shudder as his scaly skin pressed against hers. He nudged closer to her, his fat prick pressing against her pussy lips. She looked so frightened and yet... she was so wet. His tail whipped out, curled about her waist, and held her up a bit. His long tongue zipped out, pressed against her nipple for a moment, before disappearing back into his mouth. He moved his hips back and forth a moment, enjoying the feeling of his cock rubbing against her.

Then, with surprising speed, he sheathed himself inside her, and began pumping into her, pounding her cunt. His head began to bob slightly with approval... she was so tight, so wet... and her pussy made such delicious noises as he ravaged her. She herself, was quiet - a few whimpers, but beyond that, she kept silent. For a long hour, he kept a hard pace up, until he felt his cock fattening even further, ready to shoot. She had already cum three times, soaking his prick each time. He slowed a bit and she jerked underneath him -- screaming. "Oh god, no, please no, not inside me, oh god!"

He didn't listen to her. He pressed himself as deep inside her as he could, thick globs of jizz soaking her insides. The moment he was done, a bright flash of light surrounded him, and there he was - human, naked, sweaty, and grinning maniacally down at her. She stared at him, still frightened, still silent. For a moment they just looked at each other. Then she opened her lips and croaked, "You're... you're the man who's been watching me..."

Busuzima looked at her in surprise. "You... you saw me?"

She nodded slowly, casting her eyes to the side, away from his face, as her cheeks burned red. "I... I saw you early on but... I liked it... so I didn't do anything about it..."

The scientist watched her for a moment, then forced a kiss onto her. Pulling away from her, he brushed some hair from her pretty little face and then stood, streching.

"I'm going to take a shower. Then I'll let you go."

He started for the door, but then paused, leaning sideways against the frame and scratching his bare midriff. "Did you enjoy it?"

"Hmm...?" She looked at him, cheeks now bereft of redness, eyes showing no more fear. She thought about it for a moment then giggled softly. "It was... different." She eyed his back, the Zoanthrope tattoo on his ass. "Yes. I loved every minute of it. ...But it was your fantasy, Busuzima. Did you enjoy it?"

"I did."

"Aaaand...?"

He turned his head to look back at her, grinned his insane grin at her.

"You're very good at playing frightened."