New TF Story
 

I got the bug to write a real story instead of trying to jam one into a comic script. Kooh, I owe you for the inspiration for this, and once the story wraps up it'll be on an open-ended note, where I'll take requests and you can perhaps add your own TFs into the story.

Now, this one starts with a bit of a wind-up, so bear with me for a bit...
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Mary Carver loved her apartment. Some called it small; she preferred cozy. Others said it was too remote, tucked too far into the back of the complex. She found the seclusion peaceful, and while it might be a bit of a trek across the parking lot to the rest of the compound, she liked being so close to the oregon forest that sprang up just behind her property.

Most bearable of all was her upstairs neighbor, Katie. Katie Green was a fellow student, one of Mary's classmates at the local law school where they were both struggling to become lawyers. Katie wanted to get into corporate and patent law, while Mary was thinking of perhaps becoming a public defender. The hours were very long and the workload almost incomprehensible, but the pair were good at encouraging each otherand keeping one another awake during long all-night cram sessions. Had Mary any inclinations to that effect, she might have even been attracted to Katie- her thick, curvaceous body certainly filled out a lawyer's suit more impressively than Mary's lithe, slender figure.

It was on one of these long nights that Mary was startled by a loud crash coming from her kitchen. She rushed out, wondering what in her sparesely-furnished kitchen could have fallen or otherwise created such a loud noise. Her answer came in the form of a small crater on her floor, a green and black rock spiked through the linoleum and sticking out of the concrete underneath.
"Mary?" Came Katie's voice from upstairs. "Mary, you okay, hon?"
"I'm okay," Mary called out as she approached the crater. Looking up, she could see that the falling rock had punched a tea-saucer-sized hole clear through Katie's apartment roof and down to her floor.
"What was that?" Katie asked, looking down at Mary through the hole.
"It looks like a metorite," Mary said, kneeling down to look at the rock. Rather like a lumpy, oversized carrot, the green and black rock tapered down to a point, drilling itself into Mary's kitchen floor.
"Well don't touch it," Katie warned as she got down on her hands and knees to look through the hole, "It's probably a thousand degrees."
"Yeah, I'll give it time to cool off..." Mary said as she stood up and dusted her hands on her pants. "But where'd it come from?"
Katie snapped her fingers. "Oh yeah! I remember there was gonna be a meteor shower tonight. I heard it on the raido coming back from class. I was gonna go out and watch it, but you know..." she finished, shrugging in the direction of her desk, no doubt as piled with books and files as Mary's was.
"So, I get to keep this, right? It's finders, keepers with stuff that falls from space?"
Katie laughed. "We haven't covered extraterrestrail property law yet, but I think so, yeah."
"Speaking of property law, one of us needs to call the landlord tomorrow so we can get this hole fixed before the next big rain hits. I don't fancy a funnel going all the way from the roof to my floor."
"Ha, me either! Tell you what, 'till you can wrangle a repairman here I'll cover the hole with a big cooking pot. Should keep both our floors dry for a while."
"Thanks, Katie- you're the best."
"Don't I know it," she replied, winking. "Now if you'll excuse me, I'm only two pages worth of research paper away from getting to sleep tonight."
"Only two?" Mary whined. "I've got five..."

Late that night, while Mary slept exhausted in her bedroom, the green meteorite began to slowly and quiety crack. As the fissures grew, a slimy green substance began to ooze out of it, until finally the entire meteorite crumbled into fragments, leaving a green, slimy creature on the kitchen floor. It looked much like a slug, if somewhat even less distinct. It was a simple creature, and as it inched itself across the floor it had only one drive- to get somewhere warm. Having no eyes, it could not see that the cold object it was fleeing from was a refridgerator. Having only the sense of touch, it knew that the shag carpeting it moved onto was warmer than the cool linoleum, but it wanted to be warmer still. The creature pressed on, worming its way between the carpet and a large, flat obstruction something with a brain could recognize as a door, feeling the warmer air coming from underneath it. Within the warm air of Mary's bedroom, the creature sensed an area within the room that was warmer still, and began heading towards it. Up the steep slope of Mary's bedsheets, across the uneven terrain of he covered form, until at last the creature found itself perched on the edge of Mary's blanket, reveling in the warm blast of each of Mary's breaths. With one final push, the creature slid into Mary's open mouth, a remarkable change already underway.

"Mary!" Katie yelled, pounding on her downstairs neighbor's door. "Mary, wake up! Don't make me drag your sorry ass outta there!"
Mary stirred in her bed, feeling as if she'd been sedated. "Whuh? Stop pounding..."
Katie opend Mary's door and stepped into the bedroom. "Girl, have you lost your mind? You're going to be late!"
"Ugh... what time is it?" Mary asked, picking up her alarm clock and looking at it briefly before casting it aside and rolling back over, pulling the covers tight around her. "God, no way. Can't make it."
"Awww," Katie said, her demeanor instantly softening. "What's the matter, hon? You sick?"
"Something," Mary muttered, unable to shake off the malaise that plagued her. "my mouth's all dry, my stomach hurts... just really rotten."
"Oh, you poor thing," Katie said, coming to the side of the bed and putting her hand to Mary's forehead. "Well, at least you don't have a fever."
"Listen, can you take my report in for me? It's there in the printer tray..."
"Sure thing, hon," Katie said, going over to Mary's desk and pulling the stack of paper from the tray. "You take it easy and get better, okay?"
"Thanks Katie," Mary said, lifting her hand out of the covers towards her friend. Katie took Mary's hand, giving it a squeeze and smiling before leaving Mary's room and closing the door behind her.

Mary lay there in her stupor for some time, not feeling well enough to get up, but too uncomfortable to sleep. Eventually it was hunger that drove her from her bed, a roiling in her stomach that no amount of wishing would silence. Mary staggered from her bed, past the crater of the now-crumbled meteorite and to her refridgerator. Pulling it open, her hunger assaulter her anew, and she grabbed the first thing that looked edible, a few slices of leftover pizza. She bit into them hungrily, one after the other, and had finished them off before she'd even been able to really register the taste. She moved on to her other leftovers, making short work of those, and when she'd cleaned out her fruit and vegetable drawer after that, she began eating absolutely everything inside the refridgerator. Whole eggs eaten raw, shells and all. Pickle juice and salad dressing drank straight from the jar. It was only when she moved on to the freezer and was stymied by her inability to chew through the frozen food that she abandoned the refridgerator for her cupboards, eating out boxes of cereal, uncooked pasta, anything that was edible. It was hours before she finally stopped, every bit and scrap of food in her kitchen devoured, every ounce of liquid drank. She was positively drunk on food, able only to wonder curiously why she didn't feel any fatter as she staggered back to her bed.

"Mary? Honey? You doin' okay in here?" Katie asked, poking her head in the front door that evening. As she made her way through the darkened apartment, she could make out the overflowing garbage can and sink piled high with dishes from what moonlight came in through the front window. "Mary?" She asked again, cracking open the bedroom door. Mary stirred from her spot on the bed, buried beneath a heaping pile of blankets, sheets, towels, and anything else she could stack atop herself for warmth. She poked her head out, bleary-eyed.
"...Katie?"
"Goodness gracious me, honey, it's a hundred degrees in here. Come on, sit up, let me see you."
Mary lurched sleepiply into a sitting position against the headboard, pulling her massive pile of blankets up against her as she did so. Had she not had so much piled over her, or had mary been slightly more lucid, she might have noticed that the great bulge in front of her was not all due to blankets. Her stomach, somehow able to hold all that food without distending, was now bloated and swollen, easily the size of someone twice or even three times her weight. Unfortunately for Katie, she could only see Mary's head and shoulders poking out of the massive pile of cloth, and thus had no idea of the transformation taking place in her friend, just out of sight.
"You don't feel like you have a fever..." Katie said, putting her had to Mary's forehead again. "But it's like an oven in here."
"I dunno," Mary said, her head leaned back against the wall and her eyes closed. "feels better warm."
"Well, is there anything you need? Anything I can get you?"
"Hungry. Thirsty."
"Okay, I'll go get something out of the kitchen for you. Is there anything in particular-"
Mary shook her head back and forth against the wall. "Nothin' left."
"Nothing left? Where? In the kitchen?" Katie asked, confused.
"Yup," Mary said, eyes still closed. "Nothin'."
"Well... okay, I'll go make something up upstairs if there's nothing good left here. You just sit tight. Anything in particular you feel like?"
"Don't care," Mary mumbled. "Just hungry."

When Katie came back, she had a pot full of spaghetti with sauce and a pitcher of fruit juice, the former of which she set down atop the pile of blankets where Mary was sitting.
"Spaghetti Greenini, just like my momma taught me," She said, handing a fork to Mary. "Great comfort food. And some multi-fruit juice, maybe not the most complimentary drink with spaghetti, but it'll help you get better."
Mary barely managed a nod as she took the fork and started shoveling great handfuls of spaghetti into her mouth, barely stopping to chew as she drained the pot in a matter of minutes.
"Oh lord, honey, you must have worms or something," Katie said, amazed. "I've never seen you put it away like that."
Mary licked the last dollop ou sauce from the pan, discarding her fork inside it and reaching for the pitcher of juice. She drained it in one go, taking long, deep draughts from it until it was empty. Katie watched in amazement as Mary let the jug fall to the side of her bed as her friend leaned her head back and smiled.
"Feels better. Thank you."
Katie sat where she was on the side of Mary's bed, concerned. This wasn't any kind of sick she'd ever seen before, but Mary seemed to be okay. "Well.. I've got another paper to write, so you get some sleep. But I want you to call the doctor first thing tomorrow, you hear me?"
Mary nodded and slid back down into her pillows, already back asleep by the time Katie had re-locked Mary's front door with her copy of the housekey.

Under Mary's covers that night, a remarkable transformation occurred. Her stomach, formerly a bloated sphere of flesh, began to slowly compress back down. Like a tube of toothpaster squeezed in the middle, as her abdomen deflated, a ripple began to expand outward from it, a small wave of the slimy green parasite just beneath the skin. Mary slept blithely through this part, unaware of anything even as her insides began to fall completely to the service of the parasite. As Mary's body regains its original shape, it is now made up of much less Mary and much more of the parasite, her bones, muscles, and organs devoured- assimilated might be a better word- and replaced with the parasite on the cellular level, marking her last day alive as a human.

i like the story but i want more

Well more's coming, duh. I'm writing it now.

I'll guarantee we'll get to some of the good action before the weekend's out.

Updated,probably the last bit for tonight. The good stuff's right around the corner, promise.

lookin good, i like!

First major TF. Should pick up pretty soon.
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Mary awoke to find herself wightless, disjointed, feeling like she was having an out-of-body experience. She floated inside an odd, green-colored chamber, a sourceless yellow-green light illuminating the interior yet casting
no shadows. Mary wasn't even aware of anything that could cast a shadow- she couldn't see herself no matter where she looked. In fact, she couldn't sense anything except the inside of the strange space- she heard nothing, smelled nothing, felt nothing.
"Where am I?" She thought, and was surprised to hear a response.
"You are inside the flesh," a voice returned, reverberating from everywhere and nowhere inside the chamber.
"The Flesh?" Mary asked, somehow speaking without hearing sound or feeling her own voice. She wasn't even sure she had a mouth."We are the Flesh of The Body," the voice said again. "You are now The Mind of The Body."
"What? The Mind? What do you mean?"
"When The Body is new and weak, it seeks out a Mind to join it. Once The Body finds a Mind, they become The Flesh,

and together seek to expand The Flesh and fulfil our great purpose."
"So where are we? Where am I?"
"Your meat has been converted into The Flesh, so that it may better serve our great purpose. We are inside The Flesh, until the Mind makes it into the new Body."
"So I'm... dead?"
"Dead? Death is not known to The Flesh. The Flesh is unbreakable. The Flesh is inseperable. The Flesh is eternal. So long as The Body has a Mind, All Flesh is every Flesh, connected and remembered. The Body remembers a part of every Mind it has ever shared with The Flesh, for one Flesh is All Flesh."
"Every Mind?"
"The Flesh began with simple life. We would become The Body for those that swim in the waters, for those who climb in trees, and for those who dwell on the ground. We have moved from one home to the next, imparting the essence of our majesty and purpose in every seed sent out across the vast, empty ocean. You are the first Mind we have joined with to have the awareness of our glory."
"So what happens now?"
"The desire of The Body is for The Flesh to grow. The task of The Mind is to lead The Body in its desire."
"How?"
"You are of The Flesh now. You will become a more fitting organism to assist in our great purpose..."

Mary woke up from her nightmare, hot and sticky with sweat. She tossed off the piles of covers, feeling herself up and down. "Everything where it should be..." Mary said to herself as she headed to the bathroom. A shower would be good to wash the sweat off and feel clean again, she thought. When the warm water hit her skin, she shuddered as a quick jolt of pleasure shot through her. She stepped into the water full, marvelling at how rejuvenating and energizing the water felt. It was even sensual in a way, like she was re-discovering her sense of touch for the first time, every caress electric and exotic. Mary kneaded her breasts, biting her lip as she squeezed her nipples. One hand wandered down her stomach, pausing only slightly before exploring her vagina as if for the first time. Mary began to feel light-headed, the pleasurable sensations shrouding her in a haze of water and lust.She was interrupted by a loud banging on her front door, the noise jolting her out of her reprieve and inciting her to stumble out of the shower and quickly wrap a towel around herself. She quickly stepped to the front door, yelling "Coming!" as she tried to push all her blonde hair behind her head and out of her face. She glanced through the peep-hole, seeing one of the complex's repairmen outside.
"Hello!" She said, opening the door a crack and poking her head around the edge of the door.
"Oh, hey, did I come at a bad time?" The repairman asked, grinning sheepishly.
"No, no! Come on in," She said, opening the door and stepping back. "Just caught me in the shower, is all."
"I can come back later, if..."
"No, please, it's nothing, come on in," Mary said, forcing a smile. She knew if he didn't do it now she wouldn't see him again for weeks. "It's in the kitchen, just give me a second to get dressed."

Mary quickly darted back to her bedroom, shutting the door behind her as the repairman made his way to the kitchen. She had just dropped her towel to the ground and was reaching for her dresser's door when the feeling of light-headedness hit her again. It grew to fill the whole of her thoughts, a dream-like state where she moved without thinking, opening the door back to the rest of her apartment. The repairman was there, squatting in the kitchen looking at the small crater and the black chunks of meteorite that were still on the floor. Mary saw him, and was overcome with a desire- no, a need- to feel the repairman, to wrap her arms around him and feel his body pressed against hers. She found the desire odd, but in her dreamlike state she could only observe, her body sneaking up on the repairman until she was right behind him. At her touch- the sensation electrified her- he quickly spun around, standing up with a jerk and backing up a step.
"Whoa! Uh, forget something, lady?" He said, confused as he stared at her naked form. She reached out to touch his face, and he backed up a step, pressing against the kitchen counter. "Lady, what're you... uh..."
"Shhh..." Mary heard herself say as she reached for his face, leaning in for a kiss. Mary shivered at the sensation as she pulled his head to hers, a pleasant warmth growing inside her mouth and throat as she kissed him deeply, pushing her tounge deep into his mouth.

It was only when she pulled back from the repairman and saw that her tongue had grown to nearly a foot and was dripping a kind of green slime that Mary was finally able to penetrate the fog in her mind.
"What's going on?!" She thought, and was terrified to hear the voice from her nightmare respond even as she sank to her knees.
"We desire this meat's seed, that we may know its strengths and make them our own." Mary tried to get up, but she was held in place, her arms moving against her will to the repairman's pants. As she unbuttoned his jeans, she was able to glance up at him, where he stood catatonic, a dribble of green slime sliding clowly out of his mouth.
"What did you do to him?" Mary pleaded.
"The secrets of eons of organic live reside within our majesty," The Body replied. "Against our perfection, the meat in front of us is a mere toy, a plaything we can bend and shape to serve the needs of The Flesh."
Mary finished undoing the repairman's pants and paused, licking her lips with her enlongated tongue. Though her rational mind screamed that this was insane, the needs of The Flesh assaulted her sense, instilling a need, a hunger the likes of which she had never felt. As she opened her mouth to take him in, her tounge tingled, and she could feel it split into four distinct organs, grasping and pulling the repairman's flesh into her. Her multi-tongue made quick work of him, the catatonic repairman climaxing over and over in a display that surely would have pleasured him to the point of unconsciousness had he been lucid enough to recognize it. Finally, the repairman spent, Mary withdrew her tongue, though she wasn't sure exactly where to. She stood, looking at the glassy-eyed repairman, and heard the voice of The Body.
"Yes, good. There is little here that can improve upon our majesty, but it is in the tiny sparks of billions that The Flesh shines so radiant."
"So what now?" Mary wondered, increasingly uncomfortable with her inability to fight off the cravings thrust upon her by The Flesh.
"Now you need merely touch him again to give him life," The Body said. "We have all we need from this meat."

Mary reached a hand out to the repairman, wondering what would happen. Would he remember what she'd done? Could he explain it? Could she?
The answer came unexpectedly when a green tentacle shot out of the palm of her hand and into the repairman's chest. Mary felt a squeeze, like the tightening of a fist around a tube of toothpaste, and then the tentacle withdrew, giving Mary just enough tine to see the needle-like fang coming out of the tentacle befor is sunk back into her palm. At once the repairman dropped to the ground, his limbs flopping like a ragdool's as he collapsed into a heap. His skin began to wrinkle and collapse inward like a raisin, taking on a green pallor as Mary looked on in horror.
"What did you do?" She asked, as fissures began to form in the man's limbs and torso.
"We have given this meat life," The Body said. "Life, as part of the glory of The Flesh." The man's body continued to split, long, ropy lengths of flesh seperating from one another and moving on their own, continuing until all that remained of the repairman was a pile of squirming green tentacles. They moved like snakes, thrashing and crawling about until they had freed themselves of his clothes. Mary backed up a step as she noticed they were slithering her way, but she felt a strange attraction to them. Not that she liked them, but she felt they belonged, somehow. One of them caught up with her and twined itself around her leg. Mary thought the sensation was unsettling for a moment, until she realized she could feel the tentacle not as her touching something else, but actually as the tentacle touching her. The other tentacles caught up, twining themselves around her, and she was overwhelmed by the sensation of feeling everything they felt. Even more unsettling was when they began to sink into her skin, setting her nerves on fire as she felt their weight absorb into her.

Mary was suddenly wracked with discomfort, causing her to clutch her stomach and bend double.
"Urgh- what are you doing to me?"
"Now that we have taken in that meat as part of The Flesh, we can improve ourselves to better execute our great purpose." Mary felt her knees give out, and she sank to the floor as her skin began to take on the light green pallor the repairman's did. "It is the way of The Flesh, to grow larger and more efficient. Past bodies have united entire worlds within the vast, empty ocean in a few cycles around their stars."
Mary heaved as her legs swelled up suddenly, her legs bloating as big as her thighs all the way down to her ankles. She felt the familiar splitting sensation again, and her legs each split into four long, fleshy tentacles like an octopus' without the suckers. Her arms were next, swelling and lengthening until they too each seperated into two long tentacles, their color deeping to the kind of green she saw in the evergreens outside her window after the rain. She felt a pulling sensation on the back of her head, and instinctively reached up for her head, her new arm-tentacles clmsily slapping herself in the face. She was able to feel, however, that her hair had been absorbed back into her head, and a new tingling sensation heralded something new growing in its place, a nest of shorter tentacles that probably looked like a bizarre set of dreadlocks. Her skin had turned completely to the dark forest green as she tried to stand, raising herself up wobbily on her eight tentacle-legs. Her arms reached all the way to the ground, tapering to a fine point, and her tentacle-dreadlocks reached down to her shoulders, a living if currently inert mass.
"Now is the time," The Body said, "For us to feed... and grow."

O my. That is not good....

The whole Body/Flesh/Mind mechanic isn't too confusing, is it? Do you guys get how the parasite works?

(About to upload some more, just wanted to do a quick check.)

it a really good story u should make it in to a book

Mary felt her muscles slacken, and tipped forward before she regained her balance, throwing her strange tentacle-arms behind her to counter her balance. She realized as she struggled upright that the Body had left her alone. She was back in control of her body, such as it was at the moment. She brought one of her right "arms" in front of her, looking on in horror at the green, undulating tube of flesh that she knew was now part of her.
"Oh my God..." she breathed as she felt herself, the new tactile sensations coming from her tentacles alien and repulsive. Mary held back tears as she wrapped herself in her tentacles, huddling down against the ground. "Go away... Go away..." She whimpered, trying to banish the sensations of the strange appendages from her mind. A prickling, burning sensation made her unclamp her eyes and look down at herself. Past the shelf of her bosom, she could see that her arms were half-buried inside her abdomen, sinking further into the flesh as she watched. Fearfully, she pulled back, and the tentacle came out of her stomack, but only a few feet, not at all the floor-length monstrosities she had just wrapped herself in. Stranger still, the appendage was still shrinking, pulling back into her shoulder.
"Stop, stop, stop..." She pleaded again, her prior wish to be rid of the tentacles overridden by her fear of being reduced to a limbless stump. The tentacle, amazingly, complied again, the shrinking halting almost instantly. Mary blinked, the strange dots beginning to connect in her head. "Grow," she said, and the tentacle began to increase in size. "Stop," She said, when the appendage seemed to have reached the appropriates size. Mary bit her lip, hoping against hope that this would work. "Fingers."
Mary squealed with joy as five fingers stretched their way out of the fleshy blob- not a proper hand by a long shot, but enough to prop herself up off her carpet.
"It works! It works!" she squealed. "Okay okay okay- Let's get some legs and arms going here." This time, she didn't even have to say anything- her body reacted to her very thoughts, limbs and joints forming and correcting their shape as she willed it. In a few minutes, Mary was back to the right number and configuration of limbs.
"Okay, time to get- uwoohh!" Mary fell backwards as she tried to stand up, her legs folding under her like spaghetti noodles. Mary pulled her legs out from under her, realizing that for all their similarity in shape and size, her legs were still made up of the strange tentacles. No real bones, just a bunch of the ropy tentacles taking on the appearance of a leg.
"Well, okay," Mary said as she put her legs straight out in front of her, "if I can imagine them the right shape, maybe I can make them stronger. I'm training to be a lawyer, specifics are my job..."
At her mental command, she felt her legs firm up, save for a little give at the knees. She experimentally raised her leg up off the ground, giving it a few practice bends before standing up again. This time, she was able to make it upright.
"Okay, now we're getting somewhere!" She said, putting her hands on her hips. "Now let's see..." She looked down at herself, seeing that she'd regained her human form almost entirely. A mental nudge set her skin color fading back to the pale flesh-tone it was originally, and another replaced the tendrils coming out of her skull with her hair.

"You puzzle us," The voice of The Body said, shocking Mary out of her elation.
"Wh...what do you mean?" Mary asked, afraid that The Body would hijack her body again.
"Why do you insist upon this inefficient form? We improve your meat with the glory of The Flesh, and you cast it aside. Are there predators that could harm The Flesh in that form that cannot in this?"
"Uh, yes! Very large predators. Very scary."
"Then we can overcome them," The body said, and Mary felt the same lightheaded feeling that signaled The Body was taking over. She felt herself thicken, muscles bulging on her tiny frame, shoulders broadening as she took on the look of a professional body builder. Sharp tooth-like horns bristled from her back and shoulders, and her fingers grew out into razor-sharp claws.
"Against the purity of our glory, other predators are as insects to our omnipotence," The Body said. "Is this sufficient to ensure the growth of The Flesh?"
"No!" Mary yelled. "I mean, yes, but not like this!" She tried to will the changes back, and slowly returned to normal. She found herself tired by the effort.
"Again you pullze us," The body said. "If there are predators who threaten us, why remain in this inefficient form?"
All of Mary's speech and debate classes sprang to her head. If ever there was a need to win a persuasive argument, this was it. "Because... because the predators that can harm us look like this, and so long as I look like this as well, they won't see me as prey and will not attack. By blending in with them, we can feed as often and as much as we need without them attacking."
"But how can such an insignificant form be a predator? To our glory, the meat like what we first consumed is a helpless insect."
"That one was a weaker specimen of the species," she replied, heading to the kitchen. "The stronger members can, ah, throw horns at great speeds and call down fire from the sky."
"And how do those members of the species appear, so that we might emulate them?"
"They all look the same as the lower orders," she continued, taking the repairman's shirt off the floor and unbuttoning it.
"Then how are we to distinguish predator from prey?" The Body asked, sounding genuinely confused for the first time.
"It is very subtle," Mary said, already setting up her finisher. "If you were to attack the wrong predator, he could call out to larger and larger predators, swarms of them."
There was a silence as Mary put the repairman's shirt on, and then The Body spoke. "Can you distinguish between predators and prey?"
"Yes, I can. And I know exactly what form would be appropriate to avoid the predators attacking us."
"So you can ensure our safety and growth."
"Yes, but only if you allow me complete control over what my body looks like and does at all times." Silence again, this time longer. It appeared that The Body was contemplating.
"This pleases us," The Body finally said. "We have never been as such before, but it is the place of The Mind to lead The Flesh to glory. The Body will comply."
Mary finished buttoning the shirt and looked at the pile of clothes and tools, all that remained of the reapirman. She blanched at the thought of her being a murderer, but she pushed the thoughts away- it was The Body that had eaten him, or transformed him, or whatever you would call being turned into a mass of living tentacles beholden to a parsitic alien life form.
"But what a send-off..." she thought, reminiscing about the extra-terrestrial blowjob The Body had given him prior to his fatal transformation. She caught herself, blushing slightly. It *had* felt pretty good, feeling four tongues at once lapping and entwining...

Mary shook her head, realizing as she did so that she was hungry. She thought to look in her cupboards for something to eat, before remembering her inhuman binge the day before. There wasn't a speck of food left in her apartment, she'd made sure of it. Her eyes wandered to the crater left from the meteorite, then up to the hole it had punched in the roof. Katie's apartment would have food. They were friends, right? Surely she wouldn't begrudge her friend a little snack from her refridgerator. All she'd have to do is get some pants on, get Katie's apartment key from her purse, and that's it. Easy-peasy. But Mary's eyes stayed focused on the tea-saucer-sized hole in the ceiling as a new thought crept into her head.

Would she...? Could she...? But the hole was so small...

i think this story would make a really good sci-fi video

Mary stood under the hole, looking up towards the ceiling. She bit her lip again, then began to rise towards the hole, her legs lengthening at her mental command. She reached up with an enlongated arm, fitting her hand through the hole and grabbing on to the floor on the other side. She drew her legs back into herself, not hanging completely from her arm. The flor creaked in protest as she fit her other hand through the hole, the hand squeezing down nearly paper-thin before popping out the other side.
"Okay, here goes nothing..." She said as she stared at the small hole above her head, already seemingly jammed full with pseudo-flesh. She closed her eyes and willed herself up through the hole, pulling with her arms and pshing with whatever odd force it was that The Flesh responded to. There was a disorienting rush, a sense of everything going topsy-turvy, as if she were being shot spinning through an enclosed water slide. When her sense of up and down returned, she opened her eyes and found herself in Katie's apartment, or at least half-way. Her arms and torso were in Katie's apartment, but her legs were still in her apartment, the hole serving as a pinch and giving her an inhuman wasp-waist. She was also unfortunately naked again, her shirt unable to fit through the hole as well as Mary could and tering off of her. Mary planted her hands on either side of the hole and pushed down, pulling the rest of her through the hole.

"Wow... that was wierd," She said as she firmed up her legs for walking again. She made a beeline for Katie's kitchen, grabbing an apple out of the fruitbasket on the way and popping the whole thing into her mouth, which stretched to accomodate it, swallowing without even chewing.
"Suppose I don't have to worry about a gag reflex anymore..." She thought as she opened the refridgerator door. The sight of all the food inside set her mouth watering, the nagging hunger in ther stomach increasing to a dull roar. She stopped even unwrapping the food, tossing back whole yogurt cups and packets of cheese. Her neck distended inhumanly as she crammed more and more food down her mouth. At her insistence, a second pair of arms grew out from under the first two, to aid in shoveling even more food down her gullet. Around the time the refridgerator was exptied, Mary despaired that she was being foced to eat so slow, waiting for food to go down her throat before reaching whatever passed for her stomach now. In a flash of inspiration, she re-focused herself and a crease began to form through her navel, the line deepening and traveling to her sides before finally opening into a second mouth, a monstous, toothy maw that she began stuffing food into with her second set of arms. She ransacked the freezer, rock-hard steaks and TV dinners and entire cartons of ice cream disappearring inside the large, toothy mouth. Mary could feel and taste the food as it was consumed en masse, broken down nearly instantly in the alien environment inside her, fuel stoking a furnace of unknown design and origin. Even as she began the task of devouring the cupboards, cereal poxes and preserve cans being tossed into her two mouths wholesale, Mary's hunger reached a crescendo, her mind opliterated of anything but the desire to consume.

When the hunger finally subsided, Mary found herself chewing on one of Katie's plates, the hard ceramic crunching like a potato chip between her jaws. A crunching sound made her look down, seeing that the mouth on her now-distended belly was actually chewing through the countertop she was leaning in against, slowly devouring it inch by inch.
"Oh my God!" She said as she backed away, her stomach-mouth taking one last large bite out of the formica. She looked at the wreckage of her friend's ritchen, her mind racig as her second mouth chewed contentedly. The eaten food could be fixed or possibly explained away, but Katie's kitchen now bore the irrefutable and unmistakable marks of the passing of something inhuman. There were half-eaten plates, silverware, even the counters bore the bite marks of an inhumanly large mouth. And Mary was bloated with all that she had consumed, her stomach distended and huge, her four arms puffed out with flesh, her legs and back and everything else swollen like an overstuffed ragdoll. It wasn't fat, she knew- no, nothing so crude and useless- but flesh, or rather The Flesh. She could feel it, if she concentrated- the green ropes of tentacles growing and lengthening inside her. Mary sensed that her lower mouth was through eating, hanging open slightly as it awaited more food. She closed the mouth up, feeling the monstrous teeth dissolve back into the raw material of The Flesh.

As she merged her four arms back into two, she felt a warm tingle spread over her body, and noticed that she was shrinking back down to her normal size, the excess flesh compressing down into her normal dimensions. The tingling sensation seemed to migrate, pulling up her extremeties and intesifying in her torso. Che crossed her arms over her chest, a shiver running through her as she felt The Body at work again. There was a flash of sensation as her breasts began to expand against her arms, the soft flesh pressing against her. The cupper her breasts in her hands, the nipples poking against her palms as the plumped into ripe DD's. She began kneading them with her hands, the burning tingle only intensifying as she tried to rub and caress it away. A pinch of her nipples sent a jolt through Mary her strong enough to send her to her knees. She grabbed her basketball-sized breasts and pushed them into herself, nipples poking out from between her fingers as her breasts slowly and inexorably pushed back. As her breasts filled her lap, Mary grabbed on to the thumb-sized nipples, every pinch and tug sending a jolt through her that caused her to pant and roll her eyes back in her head. By the time her breasts overflowed her lap and onto the floor, her nipples were the size of soda cans, a hand locked around each as she tugged and squeezed hersef nearly to the point of orgasm. Mary rolled forward, her breasts now large enough to support her, and she bucked against them, every thrust pressing her breasts down against the floor sending a jold of pleasure through her.
"Oooooh... Ahhh... Ohhhh..." she moaned as her breasts grew larger still, bringing Mary almost to her tip-toes beside her massive, undulating breasts. Her nipples were now over a foot long, soft, pliable pink columns that Mary squeezed and tugged at like the teats of an enormous cow. Suddenly, the nipples began to stiffen, pulling away from Mary's frantic grip as they became hard and erect. Mary had finally stopped growing, and now, as she lay atop her enormous breasts, pressing down against them dreamily with her arms and legs, she felt something stir deep within her enormous bosom. She felt something stirring inside her breasts, pushing through the mass, a building pressure eventually settling behind her nipples. And then, a sensation of something inside her nipple, squirming and writhing, the feeling driving Mary nearly mad with pleasure as a tentacle wormed its way out of her nipple and wriggled free, landing with a wet slap on the floor. One after another they wriggled out of her nipples, their thrashing escape leaving Mary senseless with pleasure. Through her bliss-soaked perceptions, Mary was only dimly aware of her breasts shrinking beneath her, each squirming tentacle that left her causing her breasts to dip ever-lower to the ground.

When she finally regained her senses, Mary stood up, sweaty and light-headed, her breasts pack to their normal if unfortunately petite size. On the floor in front of her was a writhing mass of tentacles, squirming over Katie's furniture, leaving a trail of slime behind them.
"Oh, no..." Mary said, putting a hand to her head. "What are they doing now?"
"If The Flesh is to feed and grow, we require a Lair," The Body responded as the new tentacles wriggled over to the corner of the room. "As the Flesh feeds, more Flesh is made, and thus The Body and The Mind are kept safe when at rest." The tentacles seemed to flatten out into a mat, a bed of entwined tentacles pressed against the floor and wall.
"So those are... that's... building material?"
"It is what we will it to be," The Body replied. "One Flesh is all Flesh, forever linked to The Mind."
Mary stepped to the living swatch of floor and experimentally stepped on it. Sure enough, she could feel her foot from both sides- feel it pressing down on the tentacles as well as her foot pressing down on... well, her.
The rattle of a key in a lock drew her attention to Katie's front door, where her friend was trying to get in. Mary looked back and forth in a panic, unsure of what to do. Run into the other room? She'd still be found. The hole? No way she could get down there that fast.
As the door opened, Mary felt her arm whip around of its own accord, growing and stretching into a massive tentacle as Katie stepped into the room. Even as she opened her mouth to scream, Mary's tentacle wrapped around her face and neck, stifling her as it dragged her towards Mary. Katie grabbed and clawed at the tentacle ineffectually, her eyes wide as she tried to scream through the rope of flesh.
"No! Stop!" Mary said to The Body as she tried to turn the tentacle back into an arm without success.
"Again you puzzle us. This meet would feed us well- why should we not turn it into Flesh?"
"Not this meat! Not this way! She's my friend!"
The Tentacle that was slowly wrapping around Katie stopped, her arms now bound at her side, only he frantic, pleading eyes moving.
"What is this 'Friend'? Is it a predator?"
"No..."
"Then it is prey?"
"No!"
"How can meat be neither predator nor prey? All meat is one or the other."
Mary thought about that for a second. How could she put it in a way The Body would understand?
"She is... a predator-"
"Then it must be destroyed," The Body said, the tentacle suddenly tightening, Katie yelping into her fleshy gag.
"No!" Mary said, trying as hard as she could to wrest control of the tentacle from The Body. "She is *our* predator! For us!"
The tentackle slackened a bit. "We do not understand, but you sound like this would benefit our great purpose."
"She can help us feed! She can help us grow!" She said, desperate to save her friend.
"This meat can help us in our great purpose... without becoming of The Flesh?"
"Yes!"
"Impossible. That which is not of The Flesh must become of The Flesh."
"Can you at least leave her whole?" Mary pleaded.
"Of course it will be whole. All Flesh is one Flesh."
"No, no, leave her mind!"
"There can be only one Mind for The Flesh." The Body said, sounding more and more confused.
"If The Flesh obeys the will of The Mind, can The Mind make or sustain a lesser mind within The Flesh?"
"A subordinate Mind?" The Body asked, considering. "We do not understand why, but The Flesh obeys The Mind, and if The Mind wishes for some Flesh to obey a meat, it can do so."
"Thank you," Mary said, inwardly breathing a sigh of relief.
"This world is complex," The Body said. "When we have fulfilled our great purpose, the intricacies of these meats will make us more glrious than ever."
Mary tried to release her friend, but the tentacle still held firm. "What now?"
"We must make this meat of The Flesh before it can be released," The Body said. "Fill this meat with our seed, and it will become of The Flesh, even if the meat controls it."

Mary remembered the needle-like fang that had injected the repairman with... whatever it was that had turned him into the pile of tentacles. She looked at her friend, who at this point had stopped struggling and was simply staring at Mary, wide-eyed and tearful. Mary realized that Katie hadn't heard any of her internal argument with The Body to save her.
"Katie?" Mary said, looking at her friend, "Katie, listen to me. I know you're scared now, and this looks real bad, but everything's going to be okay." Katie's brow furrowed incredulously, her breath escaping her nostrils in paniced gusts. "Shh, shh. Trust me, Katie. Trust me."
Mary reached behind her friend's head with her free arm, extruding the syringe-like fang from the tip of her finger. As she squeezed her hand between two loops of the tentacle binding Katie, she culd feel her finger filling with some kind of sludge. She concentrated on it, not knowing what to make it, but just willing it to leave Katie's mind untouched, to let her stay just as she is, or as close to it as she could be while being converted into whatever monstrous form the parasite saw as beneficial.

This is an awesome story Soy, cant wait to see what happens next

Likewise!

WOW! this story is amazing. very descriptive and the story it's self is very interesting. Mary could probably make her breasts bigger if she wanted too though.

Oh, she can, the thought just hasn't occurred to her yet. ;)

Katie winced as Mary poked the fang into the back of her neck, her brow quickly unfurrowing and her eyes softening as she fell into a dreamlike state. The tentacle quickly unwrapped itself from around her, the appendage reforming into an arm just in time for Mary to catch her friend.
"Uhhh..." Katie moaned as Mary eased her friend down to the sofa. Katie's breathing was shallow, her movements labored.
A creaking sound drew Mary's eyes to Katie's chest, where her conservative suit was conspicuously tenting outwards. Mary watched the growth as Katie's breasts stressed the tight fit of the button-up blouse, gaps appearing between the buttons as her bust grew. Mary's brow furrowed in confusion and worry as Katie's bra snapped, unable to contain her billowing flesh. Was The Body wrong? Was this some new transformation? Was Katie going to suddenly start leaking tentacles as well?
Mary's eyes were drawn lower by another stretching sound, and saw a change occurring under Katie's slacks as well. Even as the first button popped off Katie's shirt, exposing the constrained cleavage beneath, her thighs swelled similarly, straining the fabric against her growing voloptuousness. Mary looked at Katie's face, which still had the same spaced-out look on it she did when she'd been injected. Mary reached out and stroked her friend's cheek, frowning. Whatever else happened to her, Mary just wanted her to still be Katie when she woke up.
A plastic button riccocheting off her cheek snapped Mary out of her reprieve. Katie's breasts had swollen to the size of volleyballs, demolishing her bra and most of her shirt in the process. Her hips had swollen similarly, her pants having gone from attractively hugging her lower curves to being desperately stretched across them like plastic wrap, small tears and holes alreadt appearing on the sides of her thight as the integrity of the stitching gave out. Mary also noticed a suble shift in Katie's skin, the mocha-colored flesh darkening and shifting to the forest green of the tentacles. Mary held her breath, fearing for the next transformation, but the only changes she could see were to Katie's bustline, her breasts now straining solely against her jacket, the single large button straining futilely againste the incessant push of breastflesh. With a snap, Katie's breasts were finally free from the confines of her clothes, her breasts dropping heavily into her lap. Mary was amazed, even leaned back in the couch like she was, Katie's breasts filled her lap to her knees, he nipples fat and thick on wide aureolas. Her hips were almost as spectacular, broad and firm as they pushed out from the couch cushions, her shredded pants now little more than a skirt making a pathetic attempt to cover their girth. As a finishing touch, the neat, tight corn rows on her head vanished into her scalp, leaving nothing but smooth green skin.

Mary waited a few moments more, but the transformation appeared to be finished. Katie looked like a bizzare exaggeration of herself, but she still looked like Katie, at least. Mary reached over and shook Katie's shoulder, the motion reverberating and magnifying down the length of her giant breasts. Mary found herself watching the mass of shaking, jiggling flesh, and was surprised to realize she was becoming aroused by it. She shook her head clear of the strange thoughts as Katie's eyes fluttered and she began to stir.
"Oooh.. wha... Mary?" She asked as she tilted her head forward. "What's going- Oh my God!" she yelled as her expansive bosom came into view. She would have jumped back in surprise, were it not for the weight of her breasts holding her in place.
"Katie, Katie, calm down," Mary said, gripping Katie's shoulder and trying to get her attention. "I can explain!"
"Explain? EXPLAIN!?" Katie said, feeling her bald head with her hands. "You're naked, my tits are the size of beacchballs, I've got no hair and green skin! What's to explain?"
"Katie! Calm Down!" Mary said, more forcefully this time, and felt an odd prickling sensation at the base of her neck. She quickly dismissed it though, as her more forceful tone seemed to snap Katie out of her hysteria. She looked at Mary and asked "What on earth is going on, honey?
"Well, you remember that meteorite...?"

So Mary explained the entire situation to Karie, as best she understood it. It was strange to recount all the bizarre thins she had done and even more bizarre things she had become, but Katie had been dragged into all this and Mary felt she had a right to know.
"So this 'The Body' fellow is inside you, and he can control you when he wants?" Katie asked, a blanket draped over her breasts to preserve her modesty.
"Yeah, but I don't like thinking about it like that, heh."
"So where are you in all this? How do I know I'm not talking to The Body right now?"
"Katie, if you were talking to The Body, you'd be a pile of tentacles right now. The Body wanted me to eat you."
Katie shivered. "Well, okay, so why did I end up like this?" She asked, squeezubg either side of her prodigious bustline.
"Honestly, I dno't know," Mary said. "The Body said you had to become 'of The Flesh', hence the green skin, but past that I don't know."
"It is the desire of The Mind that shapes The Flesh of this meat," The Body interjected.
"What?!" Mary silently shot back. "I did not!"
"The Flesh obeys the will of The Mind, even if The Mind does not know it," The Body said simply.
"Honey? You're blushing..." Katie said, startling Mary. "You're not gonna turn into something freaky again, are you? I'm barely holding on to my marbles as it is..."
Mary blushed even further. "N-no, it's just, uhm... nothing, nevermind." Mary couldn't admit that it was apparently her own subconscious jealousy of Katie's curves that had exaggerated them so much upon her transformation...

VERY CREATIVE! Wow I never saw that coming, there is so much potential for cool concepts and ideas here. Keep it going!

You know, if someone wanted to draw out one of Mary or Katie's TFs (And there'll be a lot more to come, I promise you) I certainly wouldn't object to it.. ;)

So basically Katie is now a body made of that "building material" from Mary's breasts, but has a mind to go with it. So as speculation, Mary could will Katie to shape shift into whatever kinda like she does to her own body and like she does to the "building material".

Where did the updates go? I really loved this story. Please keep it going.

"So how come you're not green and huge-boobed?" Katie asked. "Doesn't seem fair..."
"Well, I kinda look like this because I want to," Mary said. "Really, I think I can become anything. It's all just tentacles."
"What do you mean, it's all just tentacles? Where are your guts?"
"Well, it's... here, lemme just show you," Mary said, sitting back and putting her hands on her stomach. She slowly dug her fingers into her navel, wriggling her fingers into the divot until she had buried her fingers in up to the knuckles. Katie watched wide-eyed as Mary began to slowly pull her hands apart, revealing the knotted mass of tentacles underneath. Mary kept pulling, and a fissure began to travel up her stomach, towards where her sternum would be. Katie put a hand to her mouth as Mary seperated her stomach enough that she could see through the gap in the green coils to the upholstery behind Mary. Mary felt the fissure travel up under her chin, and wondered just how far she could take this. She pulled farther, and felt a tingle in her mouth as she tasted the air from inside her closed mouth. Finally, with one last tug, Mary's vision twisted strangely before she once again focused on Katie, her two halves pulled apart like banana peels.
"Oh my God, Mary, are you okay?" Katie asked.
"Just fine," Mary replied, both halves talking at once. "Barely felt a thing." She let her two halves go, feeling them slap back together and fuse back into one.
"You.. you're..." Katie started, before lauging and shaking her head.
"What?" Mary asked.
"Honey, you're silly putty. That's what you are, silly putty."
"If I'm silly putty, you're jell-o," Mary retorted, poking one of Katie's massive breasts with her finger. The impact shook the barely-hidden flesh under the blanket, and katie clamped her arms over her breasts to calm them.

"So is there anything left of you in there? Where's 'Mary'?"
"I honestly don't know," Mary replied. "I know no matter what I still seem to me, but anything past that it's The Flesh, and as far as that goes it's a fight whenever The Body wants to do something with me."
"And that's what made you change me into this?" Katie asked, squeezing and hefting up her breasts briefly before dropping them back down into her lap.
Mary nodded. "It was that or eat you like I did the repairman."
Katie shivered at the thought. "Well, can you change me back?"
Mark blinked. "I... I don't know. I suppose it's worth a shot." She made the needle-fang out of her index finger again, this time concentrating on picturing Katie's dimensions as exactly as she could recall them. "Now sit still," Mary said, and felt the burning tingle on the back of her neck. Katie sat still as Mary poked the needle into her shoulder, abd she felt the transformative ooze rush from her to Katie. Almost immediately the change became apparent; Katie's skin began darkening to its natural mocha color, and her breasts began to deflate to less than freakish proportions. In less than a minute, Katie was back to normal, save for the shredded clothes that marked her previous transformation.
"Phew... that's a relief." Katie said, cupping her normal-sized breasts in her hands. "Never thought I'd be glad to see my darlin's get smaller."
Mary could only nod, her cheeks flushing again at The Body's recrimination that Katies massive breasts were her doing.
"So what now? Is this a phase? Will it pass?"
"The Body spoke of a 'great purpose' it had, but I'm not sure what it is. I'm sort of afraid to ask." Mary had an idea, and it was a terrible one- The Body spoke of 'When we have incorporated all life on this planet'.
"Well, okay, shorter-term," Katie said, getting up and heading for her bedroom, "how are we going to deal with the fact that you- or, The Body- killed and ate the repairman that showed up? Someone's gonna come looking for him sooner or later."
"I- I dunno. I mean, there's no body- not that could ever be identified, anyways- and I could probably eat any evidence, his tools and all that."
"Eeeesh," Katie said as she put new clothes on. "So much for forensics."
"Honestly, I'm more worried about our landlord," Mary said. "The Body wants to make this place its 'lair', and I'm pretty sure I won't be able to convince her the tentacles are adding value to the place..."
"I'm pretty sure we can both kiss our security deposit goodbye already," Katie said as she came out of her bedroom, holding another set of clothes. "Here, put these on. We can't have you running around like this is a nudist colony."

Mary put on Katie's clothes, noticing the bagginess around her hips and chest. She sighed, recalling dreamily how her breasts had expanded so large she could lay atop them and lamenting how plain she looked normally. A thought struck katie and she looked down at herself. If she could make herself small enough to squeeze though that hole in the floor, could it work the other way?
"Hey Katie, watch this," Mary said, closing her eyes and blowing a breath out through her mouth. As she concentrated, she felt her breasts swell, not the massive unrestrained expansion as before, but a gentle push against her flesh, until she had more appropriately filled out the cut of Katie's blouse. Smiling, she placed her hands on her sides and pushed in, her waist pinching in under her guidance. Finally, to round out the changes, Mary filled out her hips and butt, enough to make even Katie's jeans snug on her.
"Damn, girl," Katie said, shaking her head. "Just damn."
"What? I should get something out of all this," Mary said as she slipped on a pair of shoes, subconsiously re-sizing her feet to fit them. "If I have to have some alien parasite inside of me, can't I at least look good?"

Mary and Katie went downstairs to Mary's apartment, where what was left of the repairman still lay in a pile on the kitchen floor.
"Damn, you weren't kidding about 'nothing left'." Katie said as she picked up the repairman's baseball cap off the floor. "Looks like he just shucked all his clothes and wandered off."
"In a minute it's not going to look like anything," Mary said as she took the cap from Katie. "You might not want to watch this, I don't think it's pretty."
"Are you seriously just going to- wow, I guess so," Katie asked as Mary folded down the cap and stuffed it in her mouth. "Doesn't that just taste awful?"
Mary was already biting down on one of the repairman's boots at this point, so she opened another mouth on the back of her head to answer. "It doesn't really taste like much of anything. It's like, once I'm feeding for The Flesh instead of just eating for me, my taste buds die off. All I care about is getting it down."
"And how are you biting through that stuff?" Katie asked as mary moved on to the repairman's leather toolbelt. "I mean, that's- you just bit through a screwdriver!"
"I honestly don't want to know," Mary said through her second mouth. "I can feel my teeth in there, and it's like something out of 'Jaws'. And there's some kind of acid or something in my spit, I can feel the stuff dissolving before I even swallow."
"Hey, wait a sec!" Katie said, grabbing the cuff of the repaiman's pants and pulling them out of Mary's mouth.
"What, you want a souvenier?" Mary said, a flash of anger rising up in her unexpectedly.
"No..." Mary said as she turned the pants around, fishing in the pockets. "Aha!" She exlaimed, pulling out the repairman's wallet.
"Are you seriously gonna steal the guy's wallet?" Mary asked.
Katie shot her a look. "You *ate* him."
Mary blushed, unable to come up with a retort. "Yeah... well... mine was an accident."
"Pfft." Katie shook her head as she fished out all the cash and credit cards in the man's wallet. "Here, catch," She said, flinging the wallet to Mary as she pocketed the money. Mary caught the wallet in her mouth and swallowed it before finishing off the pants, leaving no trace of the repairman having ever been there.
"Damn," Katie said again, shaking her head. "Is there anything you can't eat?"
"Not that I know of..." Mary said, before her stomach grumbled. "Speaking of which, that made me hungy for some real food. Mind driving me to the store?"
"Sure, I guess. I was gonna use this to get some new dishes, considering you ate them all, but I suppose asnack will be fine, especially if it keeps you from eating any more of my furniture."
"No promises," Mary said, and followed her friend out the door.

Sorry for the preponderance of dialogue lately, there'll be some good TFs coming up soon, I promise. Once Mary gets to the supermarket and all that delicious food, things will become interesting again. :)

Is Katie really back to being a human or does she just look like she used to? Is she still made up of the flesh?

Food meaning.....humans or actual consumibles?

I think she's still "Of the Flesh" but just looks like her normal self now.

Mary had only made it a step through the store's automatic door when she was siezed by The Body, a rabid, feral hunger gripping her like a snare.
"What are you doing?!" Mary silently screamed at The Body.
"Food! So much food! We can smell it, all around us, sustenance enough to feed and grow immesurably strong!"
Mary tensed her hands into fists, fighting back the urges of The Body. "Idiot! Idiot! If you start feeding here we'll have swarms of predators on us in minutes!"
"Predators?" The Body replied. "Yes, of course, nothing would leave this much food unguarded. We must act quickly and take what we can."
Mary pressed her feet down into the ground, willing them to stay put with all her might. "No! There is a process! A ritual! If you just let me handle this we can get all the food you want without alerting a single predator!"
"Truly?" The Body asked. "You are capable of such a feat?"
"I am if you just let go of my body!" Mary yelled. "What did we agree on in the apartment? Out here, I'm in charge! Me!"
Mary felt the grip of The Body slacken, then release entirely. "...Of course. We will observe how you serve our great purpose." Mary let out the breath she was holding, then noticed for the first time that Katie was standing next to her with her hand on her shoulder.
"Mary? Mary, answer me, honey, you've been standing there like a statue."
"I- I'm okay now," Mary said, straightening up and adjusying her shirt.
"Was it..." Katie leaned in closer, giving Mary a look. "Was it... you know?"
Mary nodded. "Yeah, but it's okay now."
"You sure? We don't need anything freaky happening here in the store."
"I'm fine, I'm fine," Mary said, pulling a cart out and heading down the aisle.

Shopping with The Body, Mary found out, was like having an insistent, petulant child that would never shut up and could only barely be scolded into behaving. It protested when Mary told it she couldn't buy every watermelon on sale, that she had to wait for the butcher to wrap up her meat, that the other shoppers were not menu items. Always the threat of these actions summoning "Predators" quelled The Body, but mary wondered how long that would hold out. Sooner or later she knew things were going to turn bad; she just hoped she could hold out for as long as possible. There had to be some way to stop this stuff from growing, somehow, but Mary didn't have the slightest idea how to go about looking for such a "cure".
"I feel like I'm shopping with an epileptic, the way you kept starting and stopping," Katie said as the loaded their cart onto the conveyor.
"Yeah, well, you imagine Jiminy Cricket inside your head, only he's a sociopath and can hijack you when he feels like it..." Mary muttered to Katie under her breath.
A slight movement in the corner of Mary's eye caught her attention, drawing her gaze to Katie's chest. Almost at the point where she would dimiss it as a product of her imagination, Katie's chest again surged outward, a definite if subtle movement. Mary's eyes popped open, and she quickly looked around to see if anyone else had noticed. The cashier was occupied with the near-interminable parade of food, and even Katie seemed too busy filling out the check to notice. Another surge, and Mary could see a green tint seeping out from Katie's collar as she slowly turned back into the form she had in the apartment. Mary's mind raced. What could she do? Could she give her another dose of whatever it was that made her look normal? Would it work? How could she give it to her? She certainly couldn't just transform a needle out of her finger in the middle of the store, but shew couldn't just let Katie turn into the voloptuous green monster again, either.
Inspiration struck just as the first creaks of strained fabric could be heard, the kid of insane inspiration that is such close company to desperation. Mary grabbed Katie's head with both her hands, turning her face towards Mary's and practically diving into a deep french kiss even as Katie's mouth opened to protest. Once they'd locked lips, Mary turned her tongue into the needle-like fang, quickly injecting Katie despite her attempts to pull away. Mary held the kiss for a few seconds, long enough to turn her tongue back to normal, before letting go of Katie's head.
Katie pulled away, wiping her mouth with the back of her wrist, staring at Mary incredulously. "Have you lost your head or something?!" She exclaimed.
Mary stammered, unsure of how to explain her bizarre behavior. "Uhm... I'll, uh... I'll go wait in the car."
"Mary?" Katie called out after her. "Mary, what're you- oh, nevermind." Katie turned back around and finished paying for the groceries, waving off the confused looks of the cashier.

"So what was that all about?" Katie asked as she wheeled the shopping cart up to her old green hatchback. "The Body telling you to get freaky on me now?"
"No..." Mary said, putting her elbow on the roof of the car and resting her head in the crook of her elbow. "I just couldn't think of any other way to turn you back inconspicuously."
"Inconspicuousy?" Katie echoed as she opened the hatch and began putting sacks of groceries in. "Honey, I don't know what things are like in Eugene, but where I come from two ladies tongue-wrestling in the express lane is pretty damn conspicuous!" She paused for a second, her head tilting. "Wait, 'change me back'? From what?"
"You didn't feel it?" Mary asked as she helped load the back of the car. "You were turning back into... you know, right there in the checkout line!"
"Turning back?" Katie asked. "You mean, into...?" she trailed off as she cupped her hands at arm's length in front of her, mimicing hefting her previously enormous breasts.
"Yeah," Mary nodded. "You really didn't notice?"
"I guess not..." Katie said as she closed the hatch. "Damn that's a lot of food. I spent three hundred bucks in there."
"I'm sorry," Mary said. "Hopefully it'll last a while."

"So what happened?" Katie asked as she drove home. "I thought you changed me back to normal. Why'd I start turning into boobzilla again?"
"I don't know," Mary replied. "I think... I think maybe that is 'normal' for you now."
"What's normal?"
"Boobzilla. I think when The Body made you 'Of The Flesh' that he pretty much re-wrote 'you'."
"But you turned me back- shouldn't that count?"
"I made you look like I remembered you looking- but I think that's only a disguise, only good for as long as the injection lasts."
"Well can you change me all the way back?"
"I can try, if you want, but I don't know..."
"Well aren't you 'The Brain' or whatever? Don't you have a say?"
"It's 'The Mind', actually, and I only really get a say about things The Body doesn't know about. And the bastard seems to have apretty good idea what he wants when it comes to converting 'meat', as he calls you guys, into something useful to him. I'm afraid if I tried it again he'd step in and make it even worse."
"So my best bet is to just cover it up?" Katie asked as she turned into their apartment complex.
"Probably. Keep in mind I've been at this all of a day."
Katie shook her head. "It's like I'm diabetic. Like I need a shot every day or I'll die."
"You won't die..." Mary chided.
"No, I won't," Katie said as they parked in front of their apartment. "I'll just turn into a martian hooker!"

Mary had to laugh in spite of herself as she went around to the back of the car. "I don't think it looked too bad, really. You should have seen me the first time The Body changed me, all tentacles and slime and ick."
"Honey, nobody needs breasts that big. Not anyone," Katie said as she opened the back. "Good lord, I can't believe I actually bought all this food. What was I thinking?" she asked as she grabbed two bags in her arms and started towards her apartment. Mary started to grab two bags of her own when a thought occurred to her. Taking a quick glance around the parking lot to make sure no one was out, she lifted her shirt up, hefting her breasts up in the hem of the garment. With a mental command, a half-dozen tentacles wormed out of her sides, each wrapping around a paper sack. She lowered her shirt and took two more bags in her arms, quickly carrying all eight of them upstairs.
"How the- well look at you," Katie said as she watched mary approach the kitchen table, laying down her groceries in sets of two. "It's really just that easy for you, huh?"
Mary shrugged. "If it wasn't for the whole 'wanting to eat people' thing I don't know that I'd have a problem with it."
Soon they had carried all the groceries in, and Mary was practically salivating with hunger. She started to open a box of cupcakes, licking her lips in anticipation.
"Damn, girl, at least wait 'till we've gotten it all put away..." Katie said as she snatched the box away from Mary.
"Hey!" Mary yelled. "Give those back!"
Katie handed the cupcakes back, then blinked twice in confusion. "...how'd you do that?"
"Do what?" Mary asked, pausing moments before popping the entire cupcake into her mouth.
"You *made* me give those back." she said, looking at her friend with concern.
"No I didn't." Mary replied as she chewed the cupcake and unwrapped another one.
"Yes you did!" Katie said. "When you said 'give those back', I felt like I had to, like I had no other choice!"
Mary swallowed, frowning slightly. "Sit," She commanded, and Katie dropped cross-legged to the floor. "Stand," she said, and felt that odd burning sensation at the base of her neck as Katie rose. "...Oh boy."
"Mary, what did you do to me?!" Katie demanded, brow furrowed.
"Nothing!" Mary protested, butting her hands up in front of her. "I mean, not on purpose! I was just saying- I didn't mean- it was an accident, I swear!"
"Listen, sister..." Katie said, and Mary gulped. Katie only used "Sister" when she was angry.
"Look, I mean, The Body said you were made 'Of The Flesh', right? And he told me that 'The Flesh obeys the will of The Mind'. That must mean that if I really want it, I can control you like The Body does me!"
Katie's expression turned to one of fear as her eyes widened and he mouth dropped open.
"--Which means I'll never do it!" Mary hastily continued. "Katie, I promise you I'll never do it again. I didn't know I was doing it before, I'd never do that to you. Katie, we're friends, we've known each other since we were freshmen, you gotta believe me..."
Katie's expression gradually softened, until she tilted her head and gave a small smile. "I believe you, honey. It was just, it was a surprise, that's all. C'mere," She said, reaching out and pullng Mary into a hug. "It's been a hell of a day, huh sweetie?"
"You can say that again..." Mary said, before Katie swore and pushed herself away from Mary. "What? What?"
"Again!" Katie fumed, looking down at her shirt, where her breasts were once again starting to over-fill it. "Can you give me another shot of whatever it is that keeps me looking normal?"
"Sure," Mary said, reaching out a hand to form the needle before pausing. "Except..."
"Except what?" Katie said as she tugged at her shirt, trying to keep it loose across her bosom. "C'mon, honey, this shirt's got a load limit on it."
"I just, are you sure it's safe to have so much so often?" Mary asked. "We don't know anything about this stuff. I sure don't. What if it's addictive, or you only get so many uses out of it, or it gives you cancer or something?"
"Cancer?" Katie asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, I don't know," Mary said, exasperated. "But seriously, do you really need it? Are you going anywhere else tonight?"
"I'd rather not have huge boobs and green skin the rest of the night!" Katie complained.
"As opposed to not being able to get rid of them some other time when you're out in public?" Mary countered.
"Okay, okay, fine," Katie said, relenting. "If that's the case then help me get my bra off before these damn things cut me in half."
Mary went behind Katie as she tugged her shirt up over her bosom, revealing the growing and greening breasts that were fitfully overflowing her bra's cups. It was difficult to get enough slack in the straps to un-hook them, but once she did, the bra flew forward as her breasts violently pushed it away from her chest, Katie's shoulder-staps the only thing keeping the bra from firing across the room like a snapped rubber-band.
"Oh, damn, forgot about that," Katie said as she noticed the fabric of her pants creaking. She qickly unbuttoned them, then pitched forward as she bent down to slide them off her legs. Her pendulous breasts carried her down to the ground, the sudden shift in her center of gravity causing her to land in a pile with her rear in the air.
"Katie?" Mary asked as her friend finished reverting to her green-skinned, voloptuous form. "You okay?"
Katie pushed herself onto her hands and knees, the space underneath almost completely filled by her breasts. "Mary, honey?"
"Yes?"
"Is there a way you could maybe turn into this 'Body' fellow long enough for me to smack him upside the face?"
Mary giggled as she helped her friend to her feet. "I think if you want to hit The Body you'd have to hit me," She said. "And even then I doubt it'd do any good."
Katie dusted herself off, then adjusted her panties. "This damn thing wasn't supposed to be a thong," she muttered. She brought her hands under her breasts and lifted them up, feeling their weight. "Damn, girl. Just damn."
"Well, aside from the green skin and everything, how do you feel?" Mary asked.
"Lke a freak," Katie answered, turning to look at herself over her shoulder.
"Katie..." Mary whined. "I feel bad enough about all this already."
"I'm sorry, honey," Katie said. "It feels fine. "It's a little wierd having so much me up here," she continued, giving a jiggle to illustrate, "But I feel okay."

Yeah, that's about the gist of it. Once you're "Of The Flesh", that's your base form. Mary can change you back briefly (And she'll get better at it in the future) but you'll revert to your "Flesh"-form given enough time.

If Katie is of the Flesh then can't Mary just will her to change her shape. Like the tentacles left in Katie's room to build a lair. Also wouldn't it be possible for Mary to merge with Katie and become crazy awesome? I'm sure you want to save that info for later.

Not entirely, because Katie isn't all tentacles like Mary is. Katie's still roughly human, just with enough of The Flesh infused in her for Mary to control if she wants. That also kind of rules out the merging, because in order to do that, Mary would have to convert Katie entirely into tentacles like she did the repairman- in other words, she'd have to eat her, which she's not going to do.

OTHER hapless people, perhaps, but not Katie.

"All right then," Mary grinned, "Let's eat!"

"I still think you shouldn't go hog-wild on this stuff," Katie said, walking over to the table and setting her breasts down atop it.
"Katie, you've never been this hungry, believe me," Mary said as she picked up one of the three watermelons they had bought. Mary opened her mouth, stretching it until she could get her jaw around the melon, and bit off a third of it in one chomp, rind and all. "Mmmph. Oooh, that's good," she said, flicking her tongue down to her chin to catch the stray drops of juice. She took another bite, reducing the melon to about a quarter of its original size. "Why don't you have something?" She asked, gesturing to the food on the table. "Plenty for everyone."
"The way you eat I'm not sure about that, honey," Katie said, sliding over to a chair and sitting down. With her pendulous bosom still on the table, Katie's chin barely cleared the top of her breasts. Leaning forward, she found herself being nearly enveloped in her own cleavage. "Good grief, I could suffocate in these things," she said as she leaned back, dragging her breasts off the table and onto her lap with a heavy slap. Reaching over them, Katie grabbed a package of cheese and leaned back, placing the package on the shelf of her breasts and pulling it open.
"Oooh, I feel a little wierd..." Mary said as she finished a box of cookies. She stood still for a moment, then shook her head.
"What?" Katie asked as she popped the second slice of cheese into her mouth.
"Nothing," Mary said as she reached for a can of spray-on whipped cream. "False alarm, I guess." Mary leaned back and stuck the can in her mouth upside-down, spraying the rich cream into her mouth until the can ran dry.
"Damn, girl," Katie said after swallowig her eighth piece of cheese, arching her brow as Mary tilted her head back forward with a relieved sigh.
"You know, I've *always* wanted to do that..." Mary said, before wobbling to the side. "Woah," she said, putting one hand to her head and planting the other on the table. "Dizzy there for a sec."
Katie's eyes narrowed for a moment before popping wide. "Honey, you might wanna sit down soon..."
"Why's that?" Mary asked.
"Because you're growing," Katie said as she finished off the package of cheese.
"What?" Mary asked, cupping her breasts in her hands. "I'm not- oh," She said as she realized that while her breasts were still in their original proportion to her body, her body was no longer in proportion to the rest of the world. Her shirt had ridden up to become a halter-top, and her calves poked out under the cuffs of her jeans.
"Get those off before you bust 'em," Katie admonished from her seat. "One ruined set of clothes is enough for tonight."
"Sorry, sorry," Mary said as she struggled out of her clothes, her arms bonking against the ceiling as she tried to pull the shirt over her head.
"Did this happen last time you ate?" Katie asked.
"No- mmph- last time- hrrrgh!" Mary grunted as she tried to get her jeans off her growing legs. "Last time, just my- hoomph- breasts grew! There!" She said, finally getting the jeans down past her knees. She sat on the floor to get them the rest of the way off, her head just peeking over the tabletop.
"So what's with the attack of the 50-foot woman routine this time?" Katie continued.
"I don't know," Mary said as she finally wriggled her feet out of the jeans. "The Flesh kind of just does its own thing, so long as I'm feeding it. Besides," she added as she grabbed a box of sugar cubes and tore open one end, "I'm pretty sure I can just change back from whatever if I don't like how it looks."
Katie folded her arms atop her breasts. "Yeah, easy for you to say. Are you sure you can't change *me* back for good?"
"Katie, that's what I was trying to do the first two times," Mary said as she tilted the box into her mouth, chewing and swallowing a dozen or so sugar cubes. "I'm pretty sure at this point there is no 'Back' for you. I'll give it my best shot tomorrow morning, but I think you might need the 'insulin' every day like you said..."
Katie sighed. "Speaking of tomorrow, are you ever gonna head back to class? You at least look normal."
"I..." Mary started, thinking for a moment. "I don't think that's safe, honestly. If I'm in the middle of lecture and The Body decides it wants to eat the professor's brain to get his smarts or something..." Mary shuddered. "No. Defending the people will have to wait until this whole mess runs its course, I guess." Mary finished off the box of sugar cubes, shaking the loose powder in the bottom of the box into her mouth before tossing the box into the gabage can. Mary's head was now even with the light fixture hanging from the cieling, and her legs were longer than the table.
"Damn, honey," Katie said, shaking her head as she popped the lid on a small tub of cottage cheese. "Make those big arms of yours useful and find me a spoon you haven't chewed on, would you?"
Mary blushed a little as she leaned into the kitchen, reaching past the holes she'd chewed in the counter to rummage through the silverware drawer. When she pinched a spoon between her thumb and forefinger, it covered nearly half the spoon's handle.
"Thanks, honey," Katie said as she took the spoon. "So I assume you're sleeping here tonight; you're almost too big to fit through the door now, much less make it down the stairs and back through to your place."
"Yeah, sorry about that," Mary said as she ripped open a package of ground beef. "I'll just get some place on the floor. The Body said it wanted to make this place it's 'Lair', unfortunately, so I think maybe you've got a squatter."
Katie watched as Mary wadded the ground beef into a five-pound meatball between her giant hands and popped it into her mouth like katie would casually toss back an M&M. "Aren't you worried about salmonella or anything?"
"Katie, I don't think there's anything alive that can take whatever the stuff is that The Flesh uses to digest. I ate your counter for goshsakes, a little bacteria is nothing." Mary took a moment to pack and eat another meatball, her hair finally beginning to brush the cieling. "Anyways, The Body being the stubborn so-and-so he is, how about we switch apartments, at least for a while? Mine's okay except for the hole in the cieling, and you'll have a full kitchen again. We pay the same rent, so really it'd just be a day of moving furniture around. Besides," she concluded, glancing over at the mat of tentacles in the corner, "I think things are gonna get kinda ugly here in the near future."

Okay, so here's where you all get to have a part in this. In a few days the police are going to show up looking for the repairman and things are going to go positively sideways. Until that time, Mary is going to add a few more victims to The Flesh, either eating them outright or by "converting" them the way she did Katie.

As for who these people are, I'm willing to accept suggestions, not only on the character and their background, but what they look like transformed. Considering that the forms are based on Katie's subconsious and/or the will of The Body, you can go hog wild on what your character will look like. So what I want from you is a name, brief description, and how Mary meets/transforms them. Could be anything from a Pizza Delivery Boy to a classmate at her law school to the landlord, neighbor, anything. Those that I like, I'll add in to the story in the buffer zone between now and when the police show up, possibly after if the time frame doesn't work out.

Those I don't like, I'll just have Mary eat. :D


(And let me know how I'm doing! SexyJin's pretty much the only one that's given me any feedback...:()

WooH! I still like what your doing! I can't think of anything right now but maybe later.

It'd be nifty if her lair produced a flesh duplicate of anyone that's consumed as to not arouse suspicion. Like Katie, only more submissive.
Kinda like the pod people or bodysnatchers.

Nah, that'd make things too easy. Mary's going to have to find some way to deal with these disappearances. ;)

"Not a terrible idea," Katie said, nodding as she scraped the sides of the cottage cheese tub with her spoon. "Well, that's enough of a midnight snack for me. I should probably get to bed." She stood up from the table, wobbling a bit as she re-found her center of gravity. "Damn," she said, putting her hands on her hips and shaking her head as she looked down on her expansive bosom. "Do you need blankets or anything?"
"No, I think I'll be fine," Mary said, leaning down with her elbows on her knees. "Just leave the heater on for me."
"Sure thing," Katie said as she wobbled into her bathroom. While she got herself ready for bed, Katie tried to contort herself into a laying position without breaking anything, her giant hands and feet easily if gently pushing aside chairs and tables until she had a clear swatch of floor going from one end of the apartment to the other. Mary lay down on her stomach, crossing her arms under her head for a pillow.

As Mary lay there in the dark, she reflected on what a strange day it had been. She was, for all intents and purposes, a carrier of a deadly disease, a parasite that could consume anything, feed off of anything, and grow from whatever it fed on. The Body had spoken of consuming entire worlds before, but it also said it had never encountered a species as intelligent as humans. Mary had managed to talk The Body out of eating Katie- perhaps with some time and effort it could be convinced to ceas its "Great purpose", at least enough so that no one else would share the repairman's fate.

Mary suddenly found herself high above the ground, staring out across a vast green plain. She could feel the ground, feel her feet worked around it and through it like the roots of a tree. Taking a look around, Mary realized she was enormous, the size of a tall building. She could feel things inside of her- walking on her skin, moving through her organs, hundreds of strange and inhuman creatures all working to ensure her well-being. She could feel herself eating and growing and expanding with every breath, the limits of her senses creeping ever outwards as the green plain enveloped the land, foot by foot. She felt at peace, serene, touching with a thought their feelings of unity and purpose. She could feel her arms- no, tentacles- throughous every inch of the organic plains, dozens, hundreds of them, able to do anything, make anything, anywhere. She felt connected to the land, to the creatures inside her, like they were her children and she cared for them as a mother. She realized now what her purpose in the world was- to care for and nurture her children, that they might grow strong and have children of their own some day, all of them connected as a family. It was a great purpose, indeed.

Mary woke with a start at the sound of Katie screaming. She rolled over, noticing that she was back to her normal size, and that she had reverted back to the form she had taken after she had eaten the repairman. Mary lurchedn upright on her tentacles, noting that she had apparently grown another set; now six tentacles made up her legs, and six more for her arms, as opposed to the four each it had been previously.
"Katie?" Mary called as she willed herself back to human, heading slowly for Katie's bedroom. She was just rounding the dinner table when Katie appears in the doorway, or at least part of her did. Katie's breasts surged into the doorway and stopped, their girth being too wide to accomodate the doorway. Mary reached the doorway and saw Katie at the threshold, scowling.
"Bigger! Why on earth would they need to be bigger?!" She spat, trying unsuccessfully to push her breasts through the doorway. Mary noted that they did seem noticably larger. They hung nearly to her crotch, and were noticably fuller.
"And they're leaking!" Katie continued as she pulled herself out of the doorway backwards and tried again, this time sliding through the door sideways. This attempt was successful, but Mary noticed a smear of liquid appearing on the doorjamb where she'd squeezed her nipples past. "Just ruined all my sheets!" Katie tromped over to the sink, her swinging breasts knocking aside a kitchen chair as she rounded the corner. Mary followed, seeing Mary heft her breasts onto the counter by the sink and begin wiping them off with a dishrag.
"...Sorry," Mary finally said, thinking she should say something about her friend's predicament but not knowing what exactly.
"It's not you..." Mary said as she rinsed the dishrag off. "But lord have mercy, if The Body was really a man I'd kick his janglies clear into his throat for this..."
Mary had to smile at her friend's frustration in spite of herself.
"Good grief, they're still leaking!" Mary said as she hefted one of her breasts to the edge of the sink and squeezed it, sending a jet of milky liquid into the sink.
"Katie, wait!" Mary said, diving for the sink and stretching one of her arms to cup a hand over the drain before the milk went in.
"You lost your head, girl?" Katie asked. "Look at me!" She had a fist clamped over each nipple, milk seeping through her fingers and dribbling onto the countertop.
"Katie, this place drains to the ocean. Whatever's coming out of you, The Flesh made it. Think what it could do to the wildlife in the ocean! We could have mutant fish and whales and who knows what else!"
Katie blinked. "Damn, you're right. But then what? I feel like I'm gonna burst here!"
"Ummm..." Mary said, looking around. "Here," she said, opening one of the lower cupboards and fishing out a large cooking pot. "Put it in here for now, and I'll figure something out while you're at school." She put the pot in the sink, and Katie began squeezing her breasts in earnest, jets of milk collecting in the pot.
"This ain't gonna be enough, honey," Katie said. "I can tell just from how these feel that I've got a lot left in me."
"I know, I know..." Mary said, looking around for any more pots she hadn't chewed on the day before. After lining up a few backup containers, Mary quickly threw some clothes on and ran down to her apartment, grabbing a few pots of her own and carrying them back up to Katie's. When she came through the door, she was startled at the sight of her tentacle-mat in the corner. Apparently when she had shrunk back to normal size last night, she had shed the excess mass as tentacles, because her "lair" was now easily twice what it had been before. The tentacles had crawled about four feet up the wall, providing an entire little alcove completely engulfed in tentacles, and the mat on the floor was larger still, enough that Mary could make a bed from it without any danger of her feet hanging off the edges.
"Oh boy..." Mary said as she hurried to the kitchen, where Katie had filled all but the last pot with milk.
"Thank goodness," She said as Mary returned. "I feel like Niagra Falls here..."
Mary set the pots down, lifting one of the larger filled ones out of the sink while Katie pinched her nipples in her fists. Mary slid one of her large pots into the sink and Katie continued milking herself, pushing each breast between her hands.
"Good grief," Katie said, "Where is it all coming from?"
"The Flesh sort of plays by its own rules," Mary shrugged, moving the full pots from the counter and replacing them with empty ones.
"I sure hope you can change me back for good, sister," Katie said as she switched breasts. "Because the huge knockers was one thing, but this, *this* is just not acceptable."
"I'm sorry," Mary said again as she finished putting all the pots on the table and marveled at the amount. Katie must have expressed nearly a dozen gallons of milk.
"It's not your fault, honey," Katie said as she moved to a new pot. "It's not your fault you wound up the cosmic bull's-eye for that bastard's dart." She gave a few more squeezes and stood up. "Finally, I think I'm empty," She said, and indeed her breasts had shrunk somewhat; they were by no means small, but at least they were back to a more manageable degree of huge.

"Okay, you ready?" Katie asked, standing in front of Mary.
"I guess..." Mary said. "I'll try as hard as I can, Katie, but I just can't promise anything. I just don't know."
"I know, honey, I know," Katie said, taking a deep breath. "Just... just give it your all, I can't ask nothin' more from you."
Mary furrowed her brow, concentrating the transformative liquid into her finger again. She felt the digit positively swell with fluid as she tried with all her mental might to program the fluid for a permanent change, to make it as powerful and potent as she could muster. Mary looked at Katie, hesitating for a second before plunging her hand into Katie's cleavage, punching the needle-fang directly into Katie's heart.
"Wh-hurk!" Katie choked out, startled, as Mary injected the fluid right into Katie's bloodstream.
The change was nearly instantaneous. Within seconds Katie had shrunk back down to her normal self. Mary pulled the needle out and said a silent prayer to herself that it would stick this time.
"Whoo..." Katie said, patting herself down. "Man, after lugging all that extra weight around, I feel light as a feather now!"
Mary smiled. "I gave you all I had. If it *can* work, it will work."
"Aw, thanks honey," Katie said, giving her friend a hug before pulling away, seemingly realizing for the first time that she was naked. "Er, suppose I should get dressed now that my clothes fit again..."
"I don't know, I think the other students might like it!" Mary called after her as she escaped to her room.
"Shush, you!" Katie called back as she got dressed. "Dammit, I didn't get any work done last night..."
"I don't know that you have even reached the keyboard last night," Mary said, laughing as she pictured her friend trying to reach over her expansive green bosom to type at her computer desk.
"Lord only knows, honey..." Katie said as she emerged from her room, shaking her head as she finished buttoning her blouse up. "So," She said, smoothing down the tails of her jacket, "how do I look?"
"Normal," Mary replied.
Katie flashed a smile and two thumbs-ups, turning and heading for the front door. "WHoa!" She said, stopping when she rounded the corner. "You weren't kidding about The Body moving his furniture in already. I think we'd better start moving my stuff before he turns them into a topiary." She hefted her bag up onto her shoulder, then turned back to Mary as she opened the door. "Bye! I've got my cell, call me if you've got any trouble!"
"You too!" Mary said as Katie shut the door, leaving her once again alone in the apartment.

all I can say so far, especially after the growth parts is

ah-guh @.@





(... thats a good thing)

Thanks! :D

Which parts and why, if I might ask?



Also, you peope need to get with the characters! I've only had three entries so far, and only one of them looks like she won't wind up getting eaten!

Who they are, how they get involved with Mary and Katie, and what they'll look like after they'be been transformed! Not terribly difficult, is it? :mad:

Mary let out a deep breath, allowing herself to catch up after being in a rush since waking up. She recalled the strange dream, the odd images and sensations returning vividly to her. She shuddered at the sensation of people- all of them transformed into The Flesh like Katie had been- moving around inside of her, like an ant hill where all the tunnels and chambers were made out of her guts. She had felt happy and content, she recalled, but intellectually she couldn't abide by it. There had to be some way, some other way to keep herself alive while avoiding a worldwide biological disaster. The "unity" The Body described was a sham, a lie; bending others to her will the way she had inadvertantly done to Katie was the mental equivalent of rape.
Mary looked at the mat of tentacles, the start of what The Body had called its "Lair". She walked over to it and put a foot down on it, a shiver creeping up between her shoulderblades as the odd double-sensation registered in her mind. She looked at the mat of tentacles, noticing that a few of them had pooled under and twined themselves around one of Katie's living-room chairs.
"Oh geeze," Mary said as she went over to the chair, "If these things start to eat Katie's furniture I'll never hear the end of it..." Mary bent down to pull the leg free of the tentacles, and was surprised when they moved away from her approaching hand, scurrying into a little lump at the edge of the mat. Mary arched an eyebrow at this newest development, 'pushing' with both hands and seeing the tentacle mat react to her command.
"Hmm..." Mary mused, a hand on her hip and the other under her chin as she straightened up. She held her hands out in front of her, like a conductor at an orchestra. She pulled towards herself, and the tentacles slid towards her, coming down off the walls. She pushed back, and they retreated, sliding up the walls until hardly any tentacles remained on the floor. She brought her hands together, and the tentacles gathered in a pile on the floor. She raised her cupped ands, and they rose into a narrow column, a writing, wobbly pillar nearly as tall as she was. She pulled forward quickly, and they crashed to the ground, flowing past her feet like a slipper ocean wave. Mary lost her balance momentariy as she felt one of the tentacles slide under her bare feet, waving her arms and making the tentacles reverse direction. As Mary regained her balance, an idea came to her, and couldn't keep from grinning in spite of herself. She pulled the tentacles around her feet and ankles, wrapping them tightly around her feet until she had formed a kind of tentacle-boot around each foot. She then pulled the rest of the tentacles underneath her, gatherin them beneath her feet until she was lifted entirely off the ground, floating on a puddle of tentacle.
"Okay then," Mary said, arms out at her sides to keep her balance, "Mush!"
Mary wheeled her arms as the tentacles slid across the floor, her 'boots' acting like a pair of roller skates. Mary managed to regain her balance without falling, the tentacles slowing to a stop without her further guidance. She turned around, the tentacle-boots sliding around to accomodate her, and she pushed again, this time managing her balance much better. After a little practice, Mary was able to slide back and forth with ease, skating around the apartment as easily as walking.

"We are pleased to see you communing with your lair," The Body said, the sudden interruption causing Mary to abruptly halt the tentacles and pitch forward.
"What do you want?" Mary huffed as she rose to her feet, the tentacles retreating back to their corner and re-forming the mat.
"We must feed and grow," The Body said.
"Okay, okay, there's still plenty of food-" Mary started.
"No!" The Body said. "It is insufficient. "While your food is nourishing, The Flesh cannot grow without the seeds of others. We require the knowledge of new meat."
Mary gulped. The Body apparently had an appetite for something living, and Mary knew well enough that if she didn't provide it, The Body would just take over and do it himself.
"What kind of new 'meat'?" Mary asked.
"It matters not, so long as it will help to enhance the brilliance of our majesty."
Mary thought a little bit, looking around the room. Above one of the pots of milk, she saw a buzzing fly, and an idea struck her. "Does the kind of meat matter?"
"No," The Body replied. "All life will come to know the glory of The Flesh eventually- order matters not."
"Then I think I know a great place for you," Mary said, putting on her shoes and heading for the door.

The forest behind Katie and Mary's building was a place Mary often looked at but seldom ventured into; From where they lived, it was nnothing but forest for a good twenty miles north, no developments or even roads for miles in every direction. Much of the area was like that- civilization dropped into a sea of trees like a cookie-cutter of asphalt and metal. Mary jogged into the forest, weaving between trees until she could only just see her apartment complex between the pine needles. Mary held her arm up over her head, lengthening it into a tentacle until she could coil it up behind her back. With a mental nudge she felt the tentacle-arm sweat, not normal sweat but a thick, sticky glue. After figuring that she'd properly constructed the appendage, she whipped it forward, the long, loose limb unfurling through the air and landing with a thud against the forest floor. Mary curled the appendage back up, leaves and roots and insects being rolled up with it, held fast to the flesht tube by the sticky, slimy sweat. Mary felt her arm tingle, and knew that was The Body taking over, absording and processing the DNA of whatever living thing she had picked up.
"These are small, but adequate," The Body said. "We require more tastes in order to fuly gain the knowledge of their flesh."
And so Mary repeated the strange gathering, each time sticking a swatch of undergrowth to her arm and reeling it in for The Body to pick and choose what it wanted from it.
"Are you about done?" Mary asked after the sixth repetition.
"Yes, this should do," The Body said as it finished absorbing the stuck objects into itself. "We have learned much, and now must think on it."

As Mary returned to her apartment, she came across her landlord, who was walking away from Mary's door.
"Mary?" she asked as she came up the walkway. "Mary Carver?"
"Yes?" Mary returned, already getting an anxious feeling.
"Did you have a repairman come by yesterday? Marcus?"
"No, not at all," Mary lied. "We asked for one, because we've both got a hole in our roof, but no one's showed up yet." Mary paused, trying to put together how she would have normally acted in response to such a situation. As hard as it seemed to be to believe, her life was perfectly ordinary a mere two days ago. "Why, was he supposed to? It's gonna start getting into the rainy season soon..."
"Your apartment was on his schedule yesterday," the landlord said, putting her hands on her hips. "But you and everyone else except the two jobs in Buildning D has said he never showed up."
"Huh," Mary said, feigning peplexion.
"And he didn't just go home, either," She continued. "His family's been calling me since last night asking where he is, and I don't have anything to tell them."
"Really..." Mary said, her throat tightening. She had a good idea of where the conversation was going, but didn't want to admit it to herself. "Please don't say the police are getting involved, please don't say the police..." Mary throught to herself.
"They said if they don't hear from him by tonight they're calling the police and filing a missing persons report."
Dammit.
"Well, geeze," Mary said, hoping the fear creeping into her features would be construed as concern. "I hope they find him."
"Yeah," The landlord said, tossing her arms in exasperation. "If you see him, let me know, okay?"
"Sure thing," may nodded as they parted ways, Mary heading quickly into Katie's apartment, slamming and locking the door behind her.

"Oh crap oh crap oh crap..." Mary repeated as she sat against the door, sliding down to the floor with a hand over her face.
"What is the cause of this distress?" The Body asked, causing Mary to roll here eyes.
"Great," she thought to herself, "Like this wasn't bad enough."
Mary sighed. "The police are getting involved. They're going to come looking for that man you ate."
"He has become part of the glory of The Flesh," The Body said.
"Yes, I know that, but if the police know that we're going to be in a lot of trouble."
"What are police? Is it a kind of predator?"
"Yes," Mary said, wrapping her arms around her knees. "They are the first level of predator you should be really worried about."
"And they are coming here?" The body asked. Mary could feel her skin hardening, like The Body was preparing for a fight.
"No, no! Not right now, at least," Mary replied, trying to counteract The Body's changes with her own. "But they might."
"What must we do?" The Body asked. "We would have you tell us how to avoid these predators."
"Your best bet right now is to jst act natural," Mary said. "We left no evidence of the repairman ever being here, so if we cooperate there shouldn't be any problems. I hope."
"Act submissive and docile, and the predators... will not attack? Such strange predators on this planet."
"Don't I know it," Mary said as she stood up, wandering over to the kitchen table. "Now, what to do with these...?" She mused aloud as she looked at the pots full of Katie's milk.

Heh, silly Body, will it never learn the consequences of it's actions? :p

Keep up the good work. *thumbs up*

I'm trying to make the dynamic between Mary and The Body an interesting and evolving thing- I want The Body to be a kind of Quasi-antagonist, someone that Mary has to fight against to get her way while not being directly opposed to her. Like a farmer trying to contain and divert floodwaters from his crops, the water doesn't think it's doing anything wrong, it just is what it is and the Farmer has to work to make it work for him instead of against him.

And I'd be able to keep up the work much better if you people would give me some more character ideas! Do I have to do this all myself? :mad:

That was actually a rhetorical question :p

I don't really feel comfortable trying to influence a story by injecting new characters into it, sorry, no suggestions from me. :(

How about some snooty neighbor that Mary has had problems with before, complaing to the landlord about noise and whatnot.
She witnessed the maintenance guy entering Mary's door so she trys to blackmail Mary into do doing some law thing for her or she'll go to the cops.

And then when Mary transforms her, they'll look like...?

I can think up scenarios easy; what I want from you guys is neat ideas for TFs.

I don't know if Mary would bother transforming that neighbor. That just might be a good scene to eat her. I know I wouldn't bother transforming a grouchy neighbor.

My only Idea I can think of is a female student from Mary's school, who has a crush on Mary, starts to realize that Mary's missing class and starts to become worried for her and visits her house to see if she's alright. After a bunch of bumbling around and finding out she's a crazy tentacle monster, Mary transforms her.

The girl herself probably wouldn't mind being transformed. I see her as being a shy nerdy sort of girl that has always be more interested in fantasy than anything in reality. So because of this she'd probably end up being interested in Mary's new form than not.

Can't really think of much for TF though. I'm a big fan of BE and lactation which you've already done. Maybe she can get multiple big boobs or be more accepting of the tentacles. Maybe something from one of her fantasies would influence her TF, a mystic creature or something.

What kind of TF's do you have in mind. Humanoid or maybe more drastic like loosing arms and legs for other organs, or even changing bodily shape all together.

Hmm.. given the fact that the body has learned about insects from the venture in the woods, it might know that they make good maintainers of nests. It could turn her into some kind of ant or termite hybrid.

Really, the sky's the limit. Once they've been converted, a body is little more than sculptor's clay for The Body to do with what it will.

Is Slither one of your inspirations? It certainly looks that way.
Not that that's a bad thing. Quite the opposite really.

A little bit. My biggest influence was a series of images Test-0 did in one of his infamous request threads. After a few people got sent to the "Tentacle Dungeon", I started breaking the rules on purpose just to see what he'd do to me. :D

It culminated in a drawing of a "Tentacle Queen", which had these demi-god-like powers over everything her tentacles could do. The idea fascinated me, and the story started germinating from there.

Slither is somewhat an inspiration, but I think they wasted alot of potential there. Also, way, way too violent/gory for my tastes.

She couldn't pour it down the drain, that was for sure. Dumping it out in the forest probably wouldn't be much better. Maybe if she put it in the oven she could evaporate it? It probably wouldn't do much harm in such a small dosage, evaporated into the air...

Mary turned the burner on Katie's stove up as high as it would go and put the largest pot of milk on top of it. She waited for a few minutes, fidgeting back and forth on her heels as she waited for the milk to heat up.
"C'mon, c'mon..." she urged. "I've got a lot of this stuff to get rid of..."
Losing patience, Mary stuck a finger in the pot of milk and was dismayed to find out it was only lukewarm, despite the red-hot coil underneath it. It also tasted somewhat sweet, and-
Wait. Tasted?
Mary pulled her finger out, looking at the digit critically. She was amazed to watch the beaded drops of milk get sucked into her skin, the snesation of her finger "drinking" the milk causing her eyes to widen in astonishment. She slowly stuck her finger back in the pot, and made as if to suck on a straw, only concentrating the motion into her finger. Sure enough, she tasted the milk running into her arm, quickly being digested into The Flesh before it could get very far. Mary pulled her finger back out and looked at it. She didn't see anything approaching a visible mouth, but she knew that she could drink through the skin on her finger- the skin anywhere, probalby- if she just willed it.
"Hmm..." Mary said, turning her hand over and back. "I wonder what else I can do with this...?" Mary clamped her left hand over her mouth and nose, holding her right hand over the pot. With a little bit of effort, Mary could smell the milk, still only lukewarm but smelling faintly of sugar.
"Okay..." Mary said, removing her hand from over the pot and turning her palm towards herself. "Last one." Mary closed her eyes and focused once more, and suddenly she saw herself, looking up into her own face. Mary opened her eyes in surprise and her vision twisted, her head swimming before she closed her eyes again, only seeing a few trickles of light through her clenched fist. Mary opened her hand again, allowing her palm-eye to adjust to the light, and then slowlu opened her original pair, the two viewpoints fading over one another like a pair of tranparencies being shone through at the same time. It took but a few moments for her vision to equalize the two inputs, giving Mary a faded but complete view both in front of and behind her. She could even move the hand-eye around, though doing so too quickly made her dizzy.
"Okay, enough of that..." She said, willing the third eye back into her hand. She looked at the pot of milk, which had sat heating during Mary's experiments, and Mary once again stuck her finger in it to check the temperature.

Lukewarm? Still? Mary slid the pot to the side, making sure the burner wasn't malfunctioning. The coil was indeed heated, red-hot even. Mary ran her fingers under the sink, dripping a few drops of water on the coil to double-check. Satisfied at their instant evaporation, Mary once again slid the pot back over the burner. She put her whole hand into the pot this time, reaching down until she felt the bottom of the pot. The pot was hot, to be sure, but even lifting her finger the merest distance off the metal the temperature dropped to merely warm.
"The boiling point of this stuff must be crazy," Mary mused to herself as she withdrew her hand. "What am I supposed to do, go find a volcano?" She went to dry her hand off, but as she went for the dishrag she realized she'd already "drank" the milk through her skin once more. Indeed, she could still taste its lingering sweetness.

"You know..." Mary said, eyeing the collected pots of milk, "the safest way would probabgly be if I drank the stuff. Not like it could make me any wierder..." Mary opened up Katie's cupboards and pulled down the largest glass she could find, dunking it in the pot and filling it before pulling it out and bringing the glass to her lips. It was sweet, reminding her of cotton candy and eggnog and a half-dozen other things she liked at once. She drank quickly, loug, heavy gulps escaping her as she swallowed almost faster than she could take. She filled the glass again, feeling her throat change and widen even as she brought the glass to her lips. The milk went down more easily this time, and when she finished, she dropped the glass gently in the sink before grabbig the entire pot with her hands and lifting it to her mouth. She drank and drank and drank, any rivulets escaping her gaping maw absorbed right through her skin. She finished one pot, the second, and still continued, drinking as fast as she could. At around the fourth pot, Mary began to feel the tingle of an oncoming transformation, and her only thought was to hurry up and finish drinking before she changed into something that might make her consumption more difficult. When she finished the sixth and final pot of milk, the tingling had intensified, not centered on her chest like last time, but diffused throughout her whole body. As fary put the pot down, she felt the first effects of the transformation- her neck punched up under her chin when she placed the last pot on the table. Mary felt her neck, or rather her jowls, a squishy pouch of fat between her chin and her collarbone. She looked down at herself, seeing her front balloon with fat, her breasts surging out and downwards to rest on her rapidly-expansing belly, pinching into rolls of fat the sides of her slender frame. She felt another kind of change too, though; even as her front bloated further and further out, her back seemed to harden, thick ropes of muscle pushing out against her skin. Mary felt her arm with one hand; underneath the soft roll of flab atop it, Mary was surprised to feel a stone-hard bicep underneath.

Mary had to laugh as the transformation wound down. She didn't have a word for what had happened to her- becoming strong and fat, all in one stroke? What would you call that? Strat? Faong?

i think species is a little bit like this. where the alien girl has sex alot and tries to have a baby?

(hey my first post on the forum ! hope it's not the last !)

I love your story, it's really good, and you update it quite often, so continue please !

What is the next goal of The Body ? Could it be becoming more resistant to enemies => it's not really fat... Who knows ?

Can I just shut up for a minute?
 

Eh, I guess I'll take a crack at developing characters for this. Prepare to be unimpressed!!

Names will be left up to ole' Soylent. Therefore, I will distinguish them by the name "Random Lackey (RL) #_" I say this because, eh... judging by the effects rendered unto Katie, I'd say they're better than minions, but not as great as goons.

Also, you'll notice my apathy in certain parts not concerning the actual TF. This is because Soylent says he can think of scenarios easily, thus I just use some half-assed frameworks to set the moods and describe how the ideas popped into my head, because in the end SOYLENT ORANGE IS THE FINAL JUDGE!!

Random Lackey #1
Personality: Quite introverted while insanely intelligent, has bouts of stress-induced insomnia, and harboring from her few friends the secret she is borderline paranoid schizophrenic. She dreads her meds because she claims they make her feel wrong. Think someone with the mindset of Gaara. One more bad day, a few more pounds of stress, another week of insomnia, and before you know it, you've got the next Hannibal Lecter or Ted Bundy or Tom Fou (sans the super-cool powers). She is also a major tyrpanaphobe(sp?), AKA needles scare her right the f&%* out.
Appearance: A beautiful girl that doesn't advertise this fact. She's 5' 3", 125 lbs., has green eyes, long brown hair reaching down to her bottom of her ribs and always hanging loose, corpse-like pale skin, and large dark rings under the eyes brought on my her chronic lack of sleep. Her wardrobe is pretty conservative, as to not draw attention to herself.
Association: Linked to the main character in a "six degrees of Kevin Bacon" sort of way, probably just before Kevin Bacon, and probably just after Katie. I don't know. I'm not Soylent here. That's Soylent's decision. I probably see her as being at the college doing some post-grad studies. Whatever. Scenario is irrelevant. We are the Borg.
Moment of TF: When the idea hit me, I saw the moment as when, after Random Lackey #1 has what could be possibly a very horrible day piled on top of her already strenuous studies, Mary found/figured out she was about to flip out and kill herself and/or kill others and goes to stop her. Once there alone with RL #1, the "Flesh" wanted to eat her, and goes to react, but Mary claims something like her "condition" would detract from the Flesh's glory, and as such "give the Flesh indigestion," but she would better serve the glory by becoming a lackey, and then makes it so in order to stop her. However, I'm not the author... The author can bend to thy will.
Nature of TF: The resultant effect of change is that her skin becomes translucent (Light can pass through it, for anyone NOT smarter than a 5th grader) and takes on various hues of green along with sections of variously sized darker spots (like an leopard print with irregularly sized spots) on the outer flanks of her form, as well as miniscule breast growth (About one size higher tops). With the transparency, one can make out her brain, heart, and spine through the skin, but all other internal matter is indistinguisable from the green flotsam of her visage. Another factoid is that all such internal tissue has surfaces that have the wrinkled properties of brain tissue (in essence becoming extra "brains"). Her hands and feet also become endlessly "pruned." These transgressions are minor relative to the primary effects. The real event comes when a tail about as thick as her neck grows from her spine, reaching a length of eight feet. Then, on the other end of the tail is a mass, a mass that in minutes of "the change" becomes an exact double of Random Lackey #1. It possesses all her knowledge and memories of RL #1, in essence a perfect clone. However, it has free will and begins to develop a sense of "self," becoming an individual being that will acquire experiences and wisdom unique to it, or should be said, her. A special ability they possess is that they can seperate, disconnecting at the exact center of the tail, and seperated, they can retract the tail down to eight inches in length, and the tips can interface with technology, like an organic universal USB-FireWire-SD Flash-Coaxial-HDMI-Audio/Video-etc. jack. With the development of the clone, RL #1 is "cured" of her paranoid schizophrenia and insomnia, but if left disengaged from her "twin" for more than 36 hours, their mental states will slowly begin to deteriorate, descending into delusions, hallucinations, and fits of paranoia and/or irrational anger, and only recoupling will restore their minds to normal. Additional abilities resulting from the changes are that she/they can flex their muscles in particular ways to make the light passing through them focus any way they want, allowing something as simple as a flashbang to as complex as the creation of holograms. She/They can also alter her pigmentation like a chamelion as well her opacity, allowing for a multitude of extra hues, including regular human skin colors and virtually "Predator" style invisibility. This is RL #1's method of carrying on regular life, along with dressing to stash away the 8" tail, adamantly refusing the "injections." If an injection is somehow administered, only the one injected will be affected (the "twin" needing a seperate one), and it will cause the tail to fully retract and for RL #1 to fully take on her old human visage (and locking her out from her abilities), but the cosmetic effects only last for three hours. However, the injection cocktail also extends RL #1's lucidity, allowing them to remain seperate without psychological degradation for up to five days. RL #1 also seems to be able to resist the suggestability abilities of Mary. A final note on RL #1 is that she/they can exude aerosol secretions from their skin at will that acts like LSD and tree frogs.

Random Lackey #2
Personality: An individual that has become jaded over the years, she used to be into martial arts and gymnastics before a car crash at 15 paralyzed her and killed her best friend and her mother, who was DUI and feeling suicidal after hearing news of having breast cancer. Now just diagnosed with cancer herself, Random Lackey #2 pushes her cynicism on those around her. It only seems to get worse with each clump of hair she loses, as her hair was one of her few joys.
Appearance: Chemo has rendered her a sickly waif that is now mostly bald, but once she had such long blond hair (reaching her shins if she were standing). She is 5' 7", 123 lbs., green eyes, and flat-chested (since the mascetomy), transported by moterized wheelchair. Before losing her hair, she loved to wear sundry hair berettes(sp?).
Association: After thinking of Random Lackey #1, I figured this living testiment of Murphy's Law could be the link that the main characters have to RL #1, but I don't know. I do know I also envisioned the character as a fellow student.
Moment of TF: I figured this would occur that after a chat with her, Mary would figure that changing her could very well cure her.
Nature of TF: When changed, the first event to occur is a thick red slime enveloping RL #2, an enzyme blob that works on both human and wheelchair. The wheelchair itself would transform into organic materials as it seems to decompile. As she thrashed, her legs would merge into one serpentine limb, reaching a length of over nine feet before all is said and done. She grows a second set of arms beneath the first. Her hair rapidly regrows, easily reaching seven feet in length, is stronger than titanium, sharper than gurotte wire, can absorb & safely destroy radiation, and is prehensile. Along the bottom side of the serpentine limb form wide serrated wheels, four in all, each set progressively narrower the further down one goes. Spines (one can assume derived from various wheelchair parts) extend out her spine and the radii of the four arms (the outside sides of the arms, or on the same sides as the pinkies). Her flat chest distends to that of a borderline H-cup. Two more spine-like protrusions exude out from her hips upward in a diagonal slant. These extremities are actually two alien-looking swords that RL #2 can draw from her hips. Atop her forehead a third eye opens, and all three eyes grow multiple eyelids that impart various extra spectrums of vision (X-ray, infrared, UV, etc.). Finally her skin turns a sheer crimson red except along her front/abdomen/serpentine bottom side, which all retains her original skin color. In addition to all of this, her cancer is indeed cured. While in this form, she can also secrete a sticky regenerative balm and grow fine setae on the serpentine tail, wheels, and her hands for additional adhesiveness. Finally, at will via a specialized electrical charge RL #2 can inflict temporary localized numbness to most anything she touches with her hands by shorting out nerve receptors in the area of contact. Unlike some of the others, she loves to be in her "Flesh" form and laments having to revert to a human form, even though Mary restores her hair to her in human form.

Random Lackey #3
Personality: A very upbeat individual in spite of others, Random Lackey #3 is nearly impossible to embarass, scare, or anger.
Appearance: Possessing a dark tan color of someone of Hindu ancestry, Random Lackey #3 has very short jet black hair, 5' 1", 102 lbs., D-cups, and brown eyes. Tends to like spaghetti-strap tank tops, tube tops, and cargo pants.
Association: This was a more random idea, thus I didn't really have an idea of association. More than likely she could be a party-goer Mary runs into when Mary decides she has to do something to get her mind off the nagging "alien" problems, for at least a couple of hours. Wow, I fail...
Moment of TF: Probably, if using that half-assed idea, in the bathroom of a party, when, I don't know, the "Flesh" gets a little persnickety and tries to get a snack agaisnt Mary's will. I'M NOT SOYLENT!!
Nature of TF: All her hair retracts aways, rendering her bald. In lieu of eyebrows, she sprouts a line of small bone spikes. During the whole transformation, her skin slowly shifts to a rich navy blue. She acquires an extra set of arms underneath the originals. The index and middle fingers fuse together while the ring and pinky fingers do the same with one another. Exoskeleton plates form on her shoulders, thighs, elbows, shins, shoulder blades, biceps, and the backs of her hands. RL #3's big toes pull inward as the other four toes widen and lengthen as the feet get longer. The toes reach 12" long with 8" talons, and the feet itself having grown 8". The big toes re-emerge on the heels and extend to 21", with claws on the ends adding an extra 6". Segmented exoskeleton plates form atop the changed feet and and toes. A thick 6' long prehensile tail snakes its way out the base of her spine. Her breasts just out to F-cup size. Below this, a new set of breasts grow out to the same size. Below that, she grows out an udder to boot.

Random Lackey #4
Personality: Always the investigative, inquisitive extrovert, Random Lackey #4 can be snippy and acts spoiled and immature when she feels "out of the loop," and by the way she acts, she always feels out of the loop, sometimes resorting to extortion to learn what she knows. As such, her life has become a series of natural mistrust of others and quickie relationships. However, answering questions is something Random Lackey #4 dreads, and is a chronic lier and irrationally defensive when interrogated, believing the rest of the world is just like her. Megalomania much?
Appearance: As a woman in her early 40's, she looks very young for her age, with shoulder-length red hair usually in a ponytail, green eyes, light skin, 6', and 136 lbs. She is quite vain, and looks for anything to keep her youthful look as long as she can.
Association: I figure she could be one of the detectives looking into the "disappearances." She manages to catch Mary and co. in the act, however her shadiness and vanity convince her to get them to "change" her too.
Moment of TF: Whatever
Nature of TF: Starting from her hips down, everything first coalesces into one limb. Then it starts to swell larger and larger. Ten tentacles spew out from the mass, reaching 10' in length and up to a foot thick. At the base of the mass just above the tentacles open three giant insect eyes evenly spaced out. From the hips up the woman that is Random Lackey #4 finds herself reverting in age, becoming a 10-year old incarnation of herself from the waist up, while from the same point down, she looks like a 7' tall giant squid. Then her skin mutates into a highly reflective, highly shiny chrome skin. Finally, from her chrome shoulder blades grow four foot long metal tree branches replete with metal leaves and silver flowers.

I hope that even one of these will help you out in some way... Wow, those first two are depressing!!

Sorry I haven't added in a little while- been laid low by a flu bug. :(
I promise more to come- it's going to get worse before it gets better, but it'll be fun to watch either way! :D

Yeah... We all know the joys of the flu. Tripping balls off of cough syrup, that's fun. The vomiting... eh, not so much. And don't get me started on the expenses of the flu!! Six bucks for cough syrup?! Bring on the vomiting!!

Still sick?

Mostly better, though at this point it's all about catching up on everything I let fall behind while sick, leaving me little time for other projects.

3-day weekend coming up, though, so I should have some time then! ;)

I do miss the updates with this. Was good, creative writing! Hope you're having luck in getting caught up, in health and whatever else.

Okay, here we go. Sorry for all the exposition- this is the calm before the storm, believe me. :D
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Mary placed her hands on either side of her stomach and pushed in, the fat flowing into her body and settling in other places as her stomach shrunk. By the time she had reached her muscles, she struck a bizarrely hourglassed figure, fat from her breasts up and her hips down with a six-pack of muscled abs between them.
"Aside from the whole 'eating people' thing, this is kinda fun." She repeated to herself again. She felt a tingle in her arms and legs, and watched as the rolls of fat began to turn green and section off into tentacles, dropping from her and slithering off towards the corner her lair was in. Eventually she was left with nothing but the muscles, a statuesque figure that wouldn't be out of place in a top-tier bodybuilding competition.
"Wow," Mary said, admiring the way her clothes clung to her muscles. "Nice, but a little too much," She willed a little babyfat onto herself, smoothing out the hard edges of her features. She was content to be musclebound, but she didn't really want to look it so much.
"What to do, what to do..." Mary said as she looked around her apartment. Her eyes settled on the hole in Katie's floor, and she thought of her and Katie's plans to swap apartments. For all the trouble she's put her through, Mary thought, wouldn't it be nice if she could get it done for Katie before she got home? Resolving herself to her task, mary put her hair up behind her in a ponytail (Without having to actually touch her hair) and set to work.

Mary found with her new strength that any piece of Katie's furniture was as easy to pick up as a cardboard box. She giggled as she hefted Katie's television, sofa, and bookshelves with ease, her arms able to wrap around them entirely, sometimes twice if necessary, her grip as sure as cast iron as she moved each piece down to her apartment. As she descended the stairs each time, she commanded the lair cluster to slide underneath the next piece of furniture she had in mind and drag it to the doorway so it'd be ready for her to pick up as soon as she got back up the stairs. She kept an eye out for anyone in the parking lot in her short jaunts from her apartment to Katie's- even from a distance, a woman of Mary's stature carrying a kitchen table all by herself would seem dangerously out of place.

As the sun began to set and Mary finished up the apartment swap, she realized that in the hours she'd been carrying furniture back and forth, she hadn't even broken a sweat. Come to think of it, she hadn't felt the need to go to the bathroom since her change, either. Mary shrugged and chalked it up to The Flesh's unequalled efficiency. As mary sat back on the recliner-like blob in the corner of Katie's (Now her) apartment, she wondered if The Flesh had other medical benefits. Would she never get sick? Could she even get sick anymore? What about other diseases? Mary wondered if The Flesh could cure cancer, or it it was indeed a kind of cancer itself, needing to grow and multiply as it did. Mary had never been much for medicine- verdicts could be appealed in a way the life-and-death nature of medicine wasn't as forgiving- but her situation made her wish she knew how to study it. She'd be tempted to go ask someone- a biologist? A chemist? A Zoologist?- if she wasn't afraid of being confined to an airtight box for the rest of her life in the process.
"Well look at you," Katie said as she walked in, "Someone looks pleased with- wait, whoa..." she trailed off as she saw the result of Mary's labors. "How'd you do all this in one day?" She asked, hands on her hips and an impressed eyebrow raised at Mary.
"Easy-peasy when you've got guns like... these!" Mary said, dramatically flexing one of her arms and pumping up her bicep for added effect. Mary paused long enough to catch Katie's eyes pop wide, then returned to her normal shape. "How about you? You're looking good."
Katie smiled and opened up her jacket, showing off her normal-sized breasts. "Not one smidgen bigger," she said, doing a quick turn-around. "I think I can kiss tons-of-fun goodbye."
"Well good, good," Mary said, rising to her feet. "And how was class?"
"Fine, fine," Katie said as she set her bag down and headed into the kitchen. "You leave any food in here? I'm famished."
"Yeah, there's still stuff in there," Mary said as she followed Katie into the kitchen.
"I see you got rid of the milk," Katie siad, nodding her head towards the stack of pots in the sink as she opened the refridgerator door. "What'd you finally do with it?"
"Oh, that. Yeah, I just drank it."
Katie nearly dropped her yogurt cup as she looked over at Mary with a start. "Drank it!?"
"Well, yeah?" Mary said, shrugging. "Not like it's gonna do anything wierd to *me*..."
Katie shook her head as she opened the lid and stuck a spoon down into the yogurt. "I dunno, honey, piling wierd on top of strange seems like a recipie for nothin' good." She ate a spoonful of yogurt, then wagged the empty spoon at Mary. "And besides which, you drinking something that came out of my boobs is just out-and-out creepy, I don't care what you say!"
Mary laughed. "Well, it looks like the injection took, so we won't have to worry about it anymore, right?"
"God I hope so," Katie said, finishing off her yogurt and looking at her wristwatch. "Ah geeze, I've gotta get to work- I'm already behind a day since I didn't get to do any work last night."
"Well, I moved your desk and all your papers and books downstairs, so everything should be ready for you. Pretty easy since we have the same floor plan and all."
Katie nodded as she went to the door and hefted up her bag. "Oh, I've got your paper back, if you want it. Dr. Allen asked about you, I just told him you were sick."
Mary thought for a moment, then shrugged. "Just toss it. I don't think I'll be going back there anytime soon..."
"Aw, I'm sorry, honey..." Katie said as she opened the door.
"Don't worry about it, It'll get fixed eventually," Mary smiled.
"All right, see you tomorrow," Katie said as she backed out the door and shut it.

Mary managed the night without any more dreams, though she found her sheets and blankets unusall itchy. As wary re-adjusted her bedding for what seemed the hudredth time, she vowed to wash her sheets first thing in the morning and see if that helped.

In the morning, Mary heard Katie leave for school once again, but strangely- it took her a moment in her groggy state that she was hearing Katie through the tentacles closest to the hole in the floor. Mary re-focused her senses, bring her back to her immediate perceptions as she dragged herself from bed. She assumed, as she stripped her sheets and pillowcases from her bed, that if Katie had reverted or otherwish showed signs of her titanically-titted alter-ego she would have heard about it, likely through the floor at the top of Katie's lungs. She took the bundle of sheets into her bathroom, in the tiny little washer/dryer nook that sat kitty-corner from the shower, and dumped the load into the wash. As Mary unscrewed the cap from her detergent, she recalled her thoughts from last night. Could she get sick? MAry remembered the time she'd accidentally spashed a dollop of detergent into her mouth- just the taste of it on her tongue nearly made her vomit. As she poured the detergent, Mary stuck a finger under the flow for just an instant, tilting the jug back up and screwing the cap back on with her clean hand. As the washing machine filled with water, Mary brought the soapy finger up to her nose, giving it a sniff. She could smell the soapy detergent, the artificial "Mountain meadow" scent tickling her nose. Her lips parted, her tongue poking out just past her lips. Mary reflected on how dumb this whole idea was for a brief moment before dabbing her tongue with her finger, getting ready to spit at the first sign of distaste. To Mary's surprise, she tasted... nnothing. Well, not nothing. Almost nothing. It was a dull, bland sensation, but not at all unpleasant. She swallowed, and still felt nothing wrong. Feeling a bit of bravado, Mary sucked her whole finger clean of the detergent, but felt no ill effects of it. In a way Mary was unsurprised- she had, after all, eaten a good chunk of Katie's countertop only a little while ago. But people had eaten wood and glass and the like before, she'd seen them on TV. But laundry detergent wasn't just odd- in a human digestive system it was harmful. But apparently anything goes for The Flesh. Mary eyed the bottly of bleach on the shelf over the washer, suddenly tempted. Soap was bad, yes, but bleach- people have died drinking that stuff. But still the question nagged her.
"Just a sip," she said to herself as she reached for the bottle. "If the soap didn't do anything, this won't hurt."
Mary popped the cap of the bottle of bleach and raised it to her lips. The smell was unlike the detergent- this was acrid, caustic, a big flashing olfactory "NO" sign. Mary tipped the bottle further.

Nothing. Again. The same dull, bland taste, like The Flesh was instantly neutralizing anything it construed as harmful. Mary took a bigger gulp, determined to taste something, anything, trying to force her body to acknowledge the clearly insane nature of what she was doing. She got halfway through the bottle before she gave up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and feeling her skin absorb the droplets she had wiped from her lips.
"You really are indestructible, aren't you?" She asked, looking down at herself.

Mary ate what she could from her fridge, taking her growth in stride. It was her breasts again this time, though Mary was able to mitigate the effects by willing the tentacles out of her breasts when they were only around the size of beachballs as she ate. As good as it had felt to have the tentacles squirming out of her freakishly lage bosom, Mary wanted to try and keep herself from such heights again; she got the distinct impression that The Body could very easily take advantage of her in such situations. As the last of the tentacles squirmed out of her, returning her breasts to approximately their original size, Mary felt another kind of hunger pang; The Body needed to go into the woods again. She sighed and headed for the door, noticing that her Lair was beginning to encroach on her furniture again- she gave it a half-hearted mental shove back into the corner as she headed out the door.

Mary inhaled deeply. She'd been in the woods behind her apartment before, but only briefly, and never very far. There'd always been something or other that called more urgently for her time. Now, however, faced with the reality of needing to drop out of law school and sequestering herself away from other people (potential victims of The Body's aggressiveness, rather) she found the solitude without interruption. It was nice to just relax, Mary thought, pushing the circumstances of her freedom from her mind as best she could. As the early morning light dripped through the gaps in the heavy clouds, she took another deep breath, walking farther and farther away from the apartment complex. In a short time, she couldn't hear the cars on the road, not even the big trucks getting off the highway. Mary wondered why she'd never taken a hike back here before. She stood, head titled back, eyes closed, allowing herself to just let nature wash over her.

The reprieve was interrupted when Mary tasted something crunchy in her right foot. She looked down to see a line of ants being happily devoured as their trail went over her skin.
"You just have to ruin everything, don't you?" Mary asked as she looked down.