Animalistic | Creative Writing Challenge: Metamorphosis

Those naughty biochemists have been busy again, and have accidentally released a powerful mutative toxin into the water supply by mistake. Result? People left, right, and center are transforming into the animals they most resemble (in character, or looks) by the light of the full moon.Β 

Tell us the tale of a human-animal transformation.



The midnight moon reflected brightly over the water of the river bank, the long reeds gently swaying in the warm breeze. As Anna removed her bikini top she felt alive again. Sure it was risky, there was an element of danger, but that’s the one thing Anna never did…play by the rules. With a cheeky grin, Geoff surveyed her body. His lustful eyes lingering over every curve. As he went to touch, Anna quickly brushed his advances away with a playful slap.

“Not until we’re in the water Mister!…” Anna reminded him, “…and you still have your pants to take off!” she giggled.

As Anna quickly slid the bottom half of her swim-suit off, Geoff fumbled at his buttons. Intoxicated and giddy, it was hilarious to see him make such a meal out of a simple task. Yes, she could have helped him, but where was the fun in that? She thought.

The blades of grass tickled and brushed her feet as Anna lightly skipped down the embankment, taking a momentary glance back towards Geoff as he managed to hook one leg out of his trousers, and then the other.

“Hurry Geoff!”, Anna teased.

“I’m trying Goddamn it!” Geoff hollered back, his deep voice echoing across the water and beyond. “You are in such trouble when I catch you lady!”

The sudden coolness of the still water took Anna’s breath away for a second while she adjusted to the instant change of temperature to her naked body. Not one to tip-toe in, she fully submerged herself underneath the water and let the cold take hold of her. It was pitch black. And silent. Nothing penetrated beneath here. Holding her breath she gently treaded water, her long auburn hair flowing gracefully across her face and shoulders. She was a Mermaid, for those few seconds.

With an almighty crash, the peace was disturbed. Anna quickly bobbed back over the surface of the water to see the huge cascade of water erupt from the lake where Geoff had obviously jumped in. As his head reappeared, Anna gracefully swam over to him. His large, protective arms enveloped her and pulled her close. Their lips connected and so too did their bodies.


It was Monday morning, again, the blinding sunlight streamed through the bedroom window, illuminating every corner. Turning to her left, she observed the empty space beside her. For a moment she paused, and remembered. Geoff.

Unhooking her robe from the bedroom door, Anna made her way through to the kitchenette and began to make herself coffee. Black, extra sweet. If anything was going to shift this awful hangover in time for work, it was that. Tying her hair back into a simple knot, she took her coffee to the table and sat. With a careful sip, Anna allowed the hot drink to do its work.

“Darn, that tastes good”, she muttered to herself.

Glancing across the table she spotted a note, she recognised the handwriting straight away. A knowing smile spread across Anna’s face as she took the letter in hand and read it.

Morning Beautiful, thanks for last night, let’s do it again soon?


It was a nice feeling. To be liked, wanted, adored…but Anna knew all to well not to get her hopes up again. She had seen Geoff less times than the fingers on one hand, and this was early days. The fun times. Feeling like college kids again, getting drunk on Sunday nights and frolicking with each other in the lake behind where she worked. She only discovered that place recently, it was handy having the keys to the security gates,put it that way.

Noticing the time, Anna quickly slugged the remainder of her coffee down and grabbed her uniform from the dresser. Walking in to the bathroom she quickly threw on the clothes in front of the mirror, before running a brush through her hair. As she pulled and teased, and combed, Anna noticed a mark on her neck.

“Oh Christ,” she panicked, “Please don’t tell me I got a Hickey!”

Okay, so she struggled to remember the night before at the best of times, but Anna was almost certain she had not allowed herself to be branded like a cheap date. Thoughts flashed in her mind, trying to recollect. No, definitely didn’t happen, she thought. So what the hell was it?

Pulling her make-up bag across the shelf, Anna fished around and found the small compact mirror. On closer inspection the mark definitely did not resemble a Hickey. Almost green in colour, raised and blistered. No bigger than a coin, but large enough to be noticeable. Curiously, Anna lightly picked at the scabbing forming on her neck, it felt greasy. Maybe it was an allergic reaction to something, Anna pondered.

Realising she was already running behind for work, she grabbed a silk scarf from the closet, lightly wrapped it around her neck and brought her hair forward at the sides, nicely covering up any sign of the mark. Knowing that would have to do for now, Anna picked up her car keys from the side unit in the hallway and made for the front door.


Looking into his rear-view mirror, Geoff could still see the mark on his neck, just below his right ear, under his jaw. He had noticed it in the shower earlier when he had gone to shave. The pain had been unbearable as the blade had skimmed over the blisters. The green, almost scaly texture felt nasty to the touch he recalled, and a vigorous scrub with a cloth and soap hadn’t helped either. An abrupt car horn brought Geoff back in to real time and realised traffic was moving freely again onto the highway. Pulling away, he wound his window down a little further to freshen up the stale air inside the car. Geoff felt clammy, and knew that it sure wasn’t warm enough outside for him to get the sweats.

As Geoff drove up towards the security gates at work, he could see a crowd of people waiting outside. Banners and placards waving in the air. He could hear a commotion coming from the group of what appeared to be protesters. With a deep sigh he gently beeped his horn to alert them that he was coming through. Down to a crawl, Geoff could now see the banners properly as he drifted through the swarm of angry people. One read:

Homeland not your Wasteland!!

Another in big red letters said:


Geoff soon realised that this was NOT going to be just another Monday morning at work.


Frank Dewey was having the mother of all mornings. His tie felt like a noose around his neck, which, if things carried on the way they were today, may ironically come in handy later. Beads of cool sweat escaped Frank’s forehead as he aimlessly tried to mop his brow whilst being interrogated by the CEO of ChemCorp. Spluttering and stuttering, he was unable to get a work in edgeways as insult after insult rained down on him. He had been called useless and pathetic at least 3 times in the past five minutes.

Having such a large overweight frame didn’t help matters, as Frank felt wedged into the office chair, clearly designed for people 100 pounds less heavy than he was. He was trapped.

Frank had always done a great job at ChemCorp, rising from factory worker to department supervisor in less than 2 years. But the constant pressure of cost savings and longer hours had put a real struggle on him and his workforce. To save the company money, Frank had taken it upon himself to cancel the contract for the Toxic Substances Collection Agency, and find a cheaper alternative of disposing with the harmful chemicals that the company produced.

Told to go and wait in his office until further requested, Frank managed to pry himself from the chair and shuffle apologetically out of the CEO’s quarters. As he walked down the corridor he glanced out of the 6th floor window, and down onto the car park. The group of protesters were still outside, and numbers appeared to have doubled, almost trebled since an hour ago. The news had obviously got out somehow and spread like wildfire as a local T.V. crew had now arrived, the main reporter positioned directly in front of the company’s signage with the loud angry crowd behind them.

“Aw Crap……”, Frank whispered.


Anna crossed the car park with her head down. Embarrassed. She had narrowly avoided being spotted by the news reporter just 2 minutes earlier and was almost at the main doors.

“Anna!”, someone called out.

Oh no! She thought, not now! She was almost inside and wanted to just hide away. The scab was now itching like a Bitch and she was desperate to check it out in the bathroom. Plus with everything going on at the gates, she knew there was a hectic morning in the office ahead of her.

“Hey Anna, wait up!”

It was Geoff.

“So, Beautiful, you just gonna ignore me like that? After last night and everything?”, he asked.

Anna turned around purposefully slow. She really wasn’t in the mood.

“Look, Geoff…..”, she sighed, “….I’m just a little stressed right now, and with all that going on over there I just wanted to get straight in and down to business”

With a cheeky grin, Geoff replied.

“Oh, I know all about how you like to get ‘down to business’ now don’t I?”

“Geoff!”, Anna responded in disgust, “Please! Not now ok? I’m honestly not in the mood!”

As Anna turned to go inside, something caught her eye. Normally it wouldn’t have concerned her any, but the recognition made her pause for a moment. Gently pulling at Geoff’s shirt collar she saw the mark. The green, scaly mark with blisters. Looking Geoff in the eyes, then back to the mark, then finally back into his eyes again, she gulped.

“What is that Geoff?”, Anna asked.

“What’s what?”, Geoff replied, knowing full well what she meant.

Anna pulled a face as to say, “Well?”

Removing Anna’s hand from the collar, Geoff ushered her through the company doors and into the large, spacious and modern lobby of ChemCorp. Brushed metal, dark woods, and crystal glass features made it feel more clinical than any of the research labs down the other wings of the building. But it felt instantly cooler as the ice cold air conditioning churned out.

Just as Geoff was about to speak, the figure of a large, plump man, arrived at the foot of the stair way. With laboured breathing and sweating profusely he approached them right away.

“Guys, we got ourselves a big problem”

It was Frank Dewey.


Anna, Geoff and Frank had moved into one of the spare conference rooms on the 2nd floor. It was still only 08.35am so the risk of anyone else coming through was minimal. They were able to speak freely for the time being. Pacing the room, Frank was trying to think of the best way to explain what had happened. Frustrated with waiting Anna chirped up.

“Just spit it out Frank, for God’s sake!”

Geoff pulled up a couple of chairs for him and Anna to sit on. It was evident that Frank was too jittery and fired up to take a seat as well.

“Okay, so, basically….”, Frank began, “….Um, you see, I may have done something really really bad. No, I HAVE done something really really bad. You know how I cancelled the contract with that agency the other week?”

“The guys that took away our toxic waste to be disposed of safely, you mean?” Geoff asked.

“Yeah, yeah, those the ones” Frank admitted. “Well, I kind of used my own initiative to get rid of the waste myself, try to save the company some money…I thought I was doing a good thing right. Um, but it’s all come back on me now.”

Anna looked over to Geoff. He was itching the side of his neck aggressively. The mark she saw, the one like hers. A tickling sensation started under her ear and she couldn’t resist giving it a little scratch. Flakes of dark skin caught under her finger nails. She could feel that greasiness once again. Peering down at her finger tips she noticed a green filmy layer smeared on her skin.

Glancing back at Geoff she found he was staring at her, at her fingers. He could see the green substance all over her hand. As she tried to wipe her fingers clean on her dark trousers she saw that Geoff was doing the same thing.

“I, um, basically dumped all our waste out back…”, Frank continued on, “You know, behind the back perimeter down in the lake. I knew there was nothing in there, and no-one ever goes near it you see, I just figured it was an easy job!”

Anna felt a sense of dread wash over her. The lake.


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13 thoughts on “Animalistic | Creative Writing Challenge: Metamorphosis

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  2. Charles says:

    Nice stuff. And yes, it should be continued. I don’t want to miss it.

  3. mogispie says:

    Ewww! Good story!

  4. mattaspden28 says:

    Thank you very much mogispie! Glad you enjoyed it πŸ™‚

  5. Lori K says:

    I haven’t read a fiction story in a while. Enjoyed this very much. Looking forward to the rest of the story πŸ™‚

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  10. mattaspden28 says:

    Reblogged this on mattsden101 and commented:

    Originally posted 18 months ago, time to revisit one of my more popular pieces.

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