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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.