The Incident
Izzy watched so much porn that weekend. She stayed naked. She didn't go out and barely ate; she just had to see more. Her other apps stayed untouched. No returned calls, and texts were left unread. If it wasn't porn, it wasn't her interest that weekend. She didn't care if it was sin, and she didn't care if she was craving the bare flesh of naked women more than men. For the first time she was truly happy. And then, Sunday came.
She had to pretend again. The dread of putting clothes on and going to church after a full day of porn just didn't feel right anymore. But she couldn't give that up just yet.
It felt so wrong to put her hard thick nipples in a bra. It felt alien to cover her throbbing wet pussy. She had spent so many years denying the urges that the very act of living in her apartment naked and throbbing was pure bliss to her mind. Izzy kept telling herself she was not ready to touch yet. But the more she questioned it, she didn't know what she was waiting for.
“I think I should shave my pussy like the porn girls,” she thought to herself. She loved them. She's learned so much about the world through them.
“I think I will be ready to masturbate soon. It's almost time.”
She has really enjoyed these internal thoughts she had to herself since she moved out. She can have actual conversations about her sexuality and her life choices. She doesn't have to obey or please others. It's been liberating for her. She slowly stopped judging herself. She felt lighter.
As Izzy looked at herself in the mirror dressed in her church clothes, she looked wrong. She missed her naked body and the new version of herself so much. She reached over with her right hand and twirled her purity ring and sighed. The light and sparkle in her eyes faded. She had to go to church and face Marco and his fiancée again.
However, Izzy didn't chastise that woman anymore. Her eyes were opened so wide this weekend. It was wrong of her to judge that broken woman. Izzy was just missing what was needed to attract Marco. She can't win him now, but maybe if she kept watching porn, she would find the answers she was looking for. Maybe she would find someone new once she makes a few more changes in her life.
As she sat her clothed body in her car, she was very calm. The naked women she had watched all weekend were so comforting to her. They were carefree, bold, shameless, and liberated. She didn't see sin anymore. She saw sexually charged artistic self-expression.
Each page and each creator had their own vibe and their own way of doing things. Some had goth-like appearances in dim lighting; others had vivid and sharp lighting with professional-level production quality. She loved watching it all. It made her feel closer to being a real woman. Not this sheltered mess of misguided purity that has dominated her youth and her most fertile years of her life.
She had already made preparations to take it easy this Sunday. No Sunday school lessons, no leading prayers, no choir rehearsals. She just wanted to “just be a member” and not have to participate. Unfortunately, that peace didn't last long. Change, no matter how insignificant, goes unnoticed.
Sister Gladice was one of the cornerstone elders of the church. She was wealthy, retired, bougie, entitled, and generally a negative passive-aggressive person to be around. She was literally the watch guard of the church no one wanted. Gladice was a literal black Karen. She always noticed Izzy without fail. Gladice often made comments about the poor women just in earshot, but never to her face. Izzy heard it all.
'Too pure for the world.' 'More holy than anyone else' 'Too innocent to know better' 'So prudish that Jesus couldn't get in.' Those were just some of the comments Gladice made about her.
So when Izzy decided to take a back seat and just enjoy church, Gladice took notice. Comments about 'being lazy' and 'lack of initiative' wafted on the wind. Izzy heard, but she ignored it. Izzy just wanted to sit quietly. In fact, other things were drawing her attention that were more important.
She was actively looking at all the attractive women in the church. Even the preacher's wife in her mid-40s was under her gaze. She scanned the congregation silently, undressing them with her eyes. She wondered what their breasts looked like; she wondered if they liked to masturbate. Izzy could feel a familiar warmth and throb from between her legs. She smiled at all the perverted thoughts in her head as she felt her panties get wet in church.
“Women make me horny now. I like this. I don't care if porn is making me gay; I'm really enjoying my life now,” she thought to herself. Feral and direct thoughts flooding her brain as she saw women in a whole new light.
Then it was time for announcements. Gladice had decided to set a plan in motion that no one asked for.
“Brothers and sisters in Christ! It's another blessed day in the Lord's House!” Gladice always wanted to make a bombastic entrance to something most would consider mundane. Her grandiose introductions lead to most people slowly checking out mentally as their smiles faded and attention waned.
“I would like to congratulate Marco and Jenise on their engagement!” Izzy perked up. This is new. Gladice never did this before. This topic was still a tender point for her. It only had been a week after all. Izzy immediately sensed there was an agenda and began to focus on every word. Then the penny dropped.
“Let us pray for our Sister Izabel!” Izzy blinked in stunned silence; this was it.
Her stomach started to sink out of embarrassment, and her fists started to clench. Gladice looked directly at Izzy and continued her unwelcome public criticism.
“We all know Izabel is our shining light of God-led purity and holiness. Always there to help, always there to brighten everyone's day, our unspoken hero. A light in the darkness!… But please pray for her. She deserves her own companion too. She is a devoted servant to God, and she deserves her king.”
Izzy was furious. She gritted her teeth. And then snarled. An inhuman guttural growl imitated from deep within her throat. People nearby took notice. The only thought in Izzy's mind was to shut this down now before it got out of hand. She rose to her feet. Enraged and unmoved, Izzy quickly retorted.
“YOU of all people will NOT ask for ANYONE to pray for me!!! YOUR character is not of God, and you are NOT worthy to pass judgment on ANYONE or ANYTHING. We tolerate you out of kindness, but I WILL NOT be put on the spot by some old crone like you!”
Izzy's mother knew what was coming next. Her baby's voice was getting deeper. Inhuman. Her mother trembled, visibly shaking. She grabbed her husband's arm so tightly it hurt. Izzy's father felt the fear from his wife. He feared for his daughter, and he finally understood why his wife had been acting so strangely since the move.
At that moment, Izzy turned to her parents. Her eyes were not normal. Almost glowing. Almost reptilian. Predatory. Dark.
“YOU SHELTERED ME UNTIL I WAS SO PURE THAT I WAS UNWANTED.” Izzy's voice had fully changed. That deep dual-tone animalistic growl reverberated from her chest. It traveled through the church as her anger and rage focused right at the source of her crippling innocence.
Izzy's voice brought extreme quiet into the room. What she created was an unnerving calm so complete that even the microphones in the room stopped their audible hiss. The everyday sounds of birds and traffic could no longer be heard.
As Izzy's voice changed, the overhead lights slowly flickered out. Only daylight lit the inside of the sanctuary. No one moved. No one dared to. Gladice trembled. Lower lip quivering. She was terrified because at that moment, she single-handedly unleashed something dark and evil upon the congregation.
They all heard Izzy's voice change. They all heard something that no amount of faith and prayer could ever prepare them for. It felt like something reached across from another realm and manifested something fierce in Izzy. This alien threat came from someone they thought was pure and holy and could do no wrong in God's eyes. But here she is, almost snarling, wielding unexplained and ancient power no one was prepared for.
Her father was wide-eyed and startled. Now he understood why his wife was so timid the past few days. He clutched her arm and rubbed her hand slowly. Clearly something had gotten into his daughter. But maybe it was there all along. Her mom broke the silence and started crying. Izzy wasn't done yet. There was no hesitation. No mercy.
She turned and addressed everyone. 'YOU ALL KNEW I WASN'T NORMAL, THAT I WASN'T BALANCED, AND YOU DID NOTHING.'—that bellowing menacing supernatural tone completely eclipsing her human voice. “I want NOTHING to do with ANY of you!” Her voice was no longer human. Izzy didn't even notice. She didn't care.
Izzy turned on her heels and left. Her whole body was trembling. Her nipples straining against her bra, her pussy soaking through her panties. Rage in her heart. And it all felt good.
Izzy's former classmates knew this day would come. They always talked quietly among themselves. They saw the look on her face, that pained expression of self-domestication.
The braver ones that knew her looked in pity and apology despite their fear. Most averted their gaze as this now seemingly complete stranger carried her unspoken demon out of the sanctuary. No one ever expected anything would manifest like this. This was not taught in the Bible, and no one was prepared for what they just witnessed.
Of all people, Jenise jumped up and ran over to her. Despite the apparent unknown danger, Jenise rose to face whatever Izzy had become. The very woman that won Marco's heart was coming to her aid. The irony cut deep. Izzy lost her composure again. She bared her teeth, and a guttural growl came deep from Izzy's throat. Jenise stood her ground, ready for anything.
With great restraint and fire in her eyes, Izzy snarled. “NO.” Her voice completely deep and demonic.
“I KNOW you mean well. I KNOW you understand, but please...ANYONE but you. ANYONE ELSE. Not you.” The mask was cracking. Tears were forming in her eyes. Her voice was slowly fading in weight and power. It wasn't nearly as harsh as before. Jenise stood there, teary-eyed.
Marco stood up cowardly, legs trembling. He was more concerned about appearances and reputation, refusing to look weak compared to his fiancée.
“You apologize to her… RIGHT… now!” Marco attempted to yell, his voice shaking. Making a feeble attempt to stand ground against something he didn't understand. Izzy stopped and turned her head slowly to Marco. Her eyes had a faint glow from within. It was very visible to all in the congregation. She wiped her tears as her rage welled up again. This was the last straw.
Izzy gently grabbed Jenise by the shoulders and moved her aside. Whatever was about to happen, this woman need no part of it. Izzy walked towards Marco. Her glowing, clearly reptilian eyes were unblinking. Her face contorted into a look of pure pained rage, hate, and conviction. Izzy yelled.
“YOU HAVE NO RIGHT TO SAY ANYTHING TO ME!” She walked up to Marco. The man towered over her, but he felt so small. Her index finger poked the man hard in the sternum, challenging his authority and masculinity. The man's mask of aggression started to crack. He was wearing a white suit that day, and he just visibly wet his pants.
“You lead me on. You LIED to my face. You couldn't even say you were not interested! I poured my heart out to you. I did EVERYTHING I knew to get you to notice me. Then one day, Jenise shows up, and then it's game over. YOU ARE NOT A REAL MAN. You are COWARDLY in your actions! You could have at least TOLD ME THE TRUTH instead of leading me on.” Izzy reached up and slapped Marco. He took a step back. He held his head down and didn't say another word. The shell of a man just stood there in the puddle of his own urine. His head bowed.
Jenise was the next one to speak. Her tone was also different. Heavier. And it was directed at Marco. “Marco, is this true?” she hissed. “You lead this poor woman on without any closure or communication of intentions?” He didn't respond. He didn't look up. Izzy had already turned on her heels and walked out of the church. Jenise threw her engagement ring at Marco without hesitation and turned to catch up with Izzy. Nothing else had to be said.
Jenise tried to get Izzy's attention. Izzy's bellowing demonic howls were nothing to be feared. She knew deep down, Izzy was still herself.
Izzy was on a dark path, and Jenise had to take action. So she reverted back to her old ways of the street, her old skills. In Jenise's drunken states, she had seen so many unspeakable things. Auras, shadows, voices. Jenise was a haunted soul and told no one. Izzy did not intimidate her despite the circumstances. Jenise revealed her true strength with her own voice. It's a card she rarely pulls, but it was needed today. She challenged Izzy.
“Listen to me, Izabel!” “What do you want!?” Izzy responded back, still enraged. Still unnervingly inhuman.
Jenise handed her business card to her. “When you cool off, you call me and we talk about this. I don't care how you feel about me; you have to get your anger out before it's too late.” Jenise carried a firm tone, but Izzy listened. Just because she sounded menacing doesn't mean the real woman was gone. Not yet.
Izzy snatched the business card and looked at it briefly. Jenise was a licensed physiologist. Izzy blinked. Her reptilian eyes slowly morphing back to human. Then Izzy looked back at Jenise, stunned. Jenise nodded.
“Go home now before they try to riot; you did a lot of damage today.” Jenise practically pushed Izzy out the door.
Once the two women left, the church breathed again. Then there was chaos.
Gladice had fainted, hitting her head hard on the floor. No one noticed. Izzy's parents collapsed in on each other. Shielding each other from the mean comments others threw their way. The church was in shambles. The first lady was nowhere to be found.
The pastor tried to call for order. All the recording equipment had failed; phones had been factory reset. Batteries drained. Lights would not turn on. It's as if Izzy's outburst was not meant to be recorded. It was meant to be experienced. Everything electrical around them had failed in unexplained ways.
Someone was frantically screaming, “Dial 911!” out of hysteria. No one could. One of the men rushed out of the building to find a pay phone, if that was even possible. The panicked congregation all heard the deep, menacing voice. Some saw the glowing reptilian eyes. Many started to question their faith. All the while, Izzy and Jenise quickly took their leave never to return.
'I'm so damn horny. What is wrong with me!?' Izzy thought to herself as she sat in her car. She ripped off her dress and panties and started touching herself. No, not here, not yet. I have to get home.