Sweat dripped down from every one of my many glands across my body. The feeling was uncomfortable, causing my clothing to stick uncomfortably to my back.
The human form is so peculiar. So many unimportant and inefficient parts and factors that cause distress.
These breasts on my chest are one of them. I find it truly odd how humans can maneuver around with such weights attached to their physical form.
What I find truly strange is how only half of the population have these flesh bubbles stuck to them.
What's stranger is how even among those with such features, mine are particularly large.
I should've spent more time looking for a more convenient form after the last vessel died. Sadly, this body was of the nearest corpse available, and I hadn't wanted to stay in a spiritual form for much longer. Otherwise, I would attract demons.
What I am most thankful for is that these balloons on my chest don't affect my center of gravity. It isn't much different from my last form.
That's probably help from the flesh counterweight near my backside. It was rather plump and soft, which had caused my corporeal form not to be too disadvantagous balance wise.
Though that isn't the end of my complaints. Most of my annoyance came at the odd shifting of weight that came with maneuvering around. The masses of flesh seemed to want to jump off my body with each movement I make. This is especially bad because it gives a strange feeling when the tips of the fat mounds grazed against my "shirt."
The concept of clothing was foreign to me, but I had learned fron my previous vessel that there seems to be some sort of cultural significance in the act of wearing "pants", "underwear" and a "shirt".
My last form was given something called "boxers" to wear, and I had managed to obtain them from my corpse to wear with this form as well.
All said and done, this form was inconvenient. However, it was not so inconvenient that I would risk exposing my location to hundreds of demons by exiting it.
I continued to walk. My legs felt pain, which was a sensation I did not like.
It was a survival sensation to warn against danger. I shall probably be forced to rest soon, or else I may accidentally permentantly disfigure this forms legs.
I do not know much about humans, so I am not sure if that would even be a possibility. However, it is nice to be safe.
After all, as the saying goes, "better sorry than safe."
I think that was how it went.
I am not completely sure.
I froze, collapsing myself onto the floor straight onto my rear.
At the very least, this form's pronounced hips and posterior had allowed for a more comfortable seating in environments such as this.
I had managed to avoid suspicion because I am sure I ammased it judging by the prominent stares and strange reddening of the faces. I am not exactly sure the meaning of the hue shift. However, I assume it to be negative, so I left to try and get away from prying eyes.
I do not remember my life from when I was a human, which has caused me many great troubles.
I craned my neck upwards, staring at the sky as I judged that rain was approaching.
I had deemed I had gotten enough rest due to the reduced pain in my legs, the speedy relief of fatigue courtesy of the regenerative abilities an angel gives to its vessels.
I don't have much idea where a shelter could be, but I couldn't stay here and die of hypothermia.
I got up and began to walk, my bare feet stepping on rocks and bushes, causing lacerations and cuts that healed in mere instants, allowing me to continue treading on without much worry.
Eventually, I found myself at something resembling a shelter.
Some form of large run down structure built by humans and left to rot in the wilderness.
Whilst I knew I wasn't all that far from civilization, it was a pain to commune with humans so I don't.
I felt discomfort near my back as I reach my arm around towards the shoulder blades.
I feel a small protrusion trying to escape from the skin which cause much pain to touch.
One of the side effects caused by the inhabitation of a vessel are the mutations that occur.
It begins with an increased regeneration and ends with the growing of wings.
The process is quite painful. With my last vessel I had been forced to gag myself in order to not arouse suspicion.
They can be folded away and hidden easily within clothing, so it is only a problem if someone where to gaze upon my body without clothing.
It seems that the cultural significance of clothing in humans is a positive in hiding the mutations.
I am only beginning to develop them though. Soon they will begin to break through the skin and burst of out of my back. I will need to remove my clothes in order to not get blood on them during this process.
I looked once again to the structure.
I had no clue how to enter it, as someone had managed to board up the entrance.
I managed to find a suitable rock for breaking open a window in order to climb inside.
Shards of glass managed to puncture my skin as I came, but it was no matter since it quickly regenerated.
I had released a breath, the dust within the area causing mild discomfort within my dual internal organs responsible for respiration.
I felt an intense cold bite down at me, and had decided to use my arms to help conserve my body heat.
I bring my arms around my chest tightly in order to retain my heat, before strange electric like feeling runs through me.
I feel a pleasurable sensation in my lower half as a strange liquid begins to slowly pour out of my opening.
I had realised this previously, but this body seemed to lack the strange organ my last body had. Instead of a branch, there was a cave. I had no clue what the organ was responsible for, but I didn't matter since it hadn't interfered with any of my actions before.
This is the first time a reaction had come like this.
I didn't know why, but said action had caused a slight upwards tick in my internal temperature, which was perfectly useful for my current scenario.
I had began to experiment, only really realizing that the feeling came when I touched the discolored part of my flesh mounds.
The sensation was addictive and pleasurable, like I had previously said, so there wasn't much for me to lose in doing it to increase my body heat.
The liquid that leaked out of me was peculiar though. It wad slightly sticky, and I didn't know it's use. I had initially thought I had accidentally relieved myself. I did however quickly take off my clothes for the heat increasing ritual.
Having wet clothes would be doing the exact opposite of what I was doing this for, heat.
After a few moments, I had decided I had gained a sufficient amount of warmth to sleep. And so I do exactly that.
I simply lay on the concrete. I had forgotten to put my clothes back on. However, it wasn't that much of a problem considering there was nobody else here.
And so I rested.