New TF Story

SoylentOrange · 10-24-2007

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?

10-24-2007	#1
SoylentOrange Process Disciple Join Date: May 2005 Posts: 4,920	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?