Symbiotic Justice (Part 5)

CW: Rape, Violence

Lief’s mind struggled, in the end. It couldn’t help but struggle as the grey matter within his skull was pierced over and over my countless tentacles, and slowly drained away, the new knot of the alien’s thoughts overwhelming him. Lief didn’t exist anymore, not really. There were bits of him, in the beast’s thoughts–the occasional memory, and certainly plenty of the hosts intellect was preserved. The beast was thankful to have found a host with self-awareness. Usually it’s kind simply took over whatever creature happened across it, eventually consuming every lifeform on the planet, gaining sentience as it’s hive mind grew larger and larger. But to have taken over such a intelligent creature to begin with–this world would fall much more quickly than most.

The three wrestlers writhed in agony, and behind the parasite, the coach pushed himself to his feet, jaw sagging, eyes a pale, milky white. The same milky emptiness of Lief’s parents, of all of the new thralls it had made. It was the only fate reserved for those beings too weak to give it much nourishment, but who could still be of use to it, before the culling to come. “Get your car. Be around back, and ready to transport them,” the beast said. The words were no longer human, but the thrall knew what it’s master desired, and left the room, the parasite shuddering, growing, hair filling in across the rest of his body, writhing in delight, jaw cracking and breaking, his mouth widening as more teeth pushed their way through his bleeding gums. Claws long and sickle sharp, bestial feet capable of sprinting faster than sixty miles an hour.

When each young wrestler had been reduced to a husk, barely alive, the beast began to fill them with seed, like it had his brother and the other two jocks now in the basement of Lief’s home–which the parasite had converted into its lair. Half an hour later, the jocks were full, gelatinous and pale, barely able to keep their forms upright, but they followed their master back out of the locker room, and onto the track, where the coach was waiting. Together, they loaded the three into his truck–but it was too small for for the parasite’s now ten foot frame. He gave the coach directions, and bounded off into the evening, heading home its own way–through the field where it had been born.

And there, crossing that field, he found Jimmy. Jimmy, a junior at school, weak and frail, and picked on almost as much as Lief had been. Lief smelled him–no good as food, no good as a thrall…no good for anything…and yet the remaining bits of the host’s mind were clammering at it, demanding…justice. The parasite had no understanding of this concept, but saw no reason why its host couldn’t be granted its desire in this case. Before Jimmy could react, the beast was upon him, wrapping him in his three cocks, stinging and paralyzing him, before hefting his limp, bleeding body up over one hairy shoulder and carrying him to its lair.

The parasite beat the coach there–it took a moment to deposit the immobile, but whimpering Jimmy on the basement floor, and waited while the coach ushered the three flabby things which had been Erik’s best friends down into the dank, quiet space below. Erik–or the thing that had been Erik–muttered and groaned at the sight of it’s master, eager to please it, but it could do little now that the seed filling him had begun to grow. It was eating away at the rest of Erik’s body, the parts the beast couldn’t feed on, Erik’s arms and legs withering, his gut and body bloating, skin growing tough and leathery, head slowly melting into the rest of his body. The other two, Tommy and Mason, Lief had wanted to toy with them a bit longer, and they flailed over to the beast, licking and sucking at it, hungry for more seed, hungry to be completed, and the three wrestlers joined them–but the beast shoved them all away with a roar, grabbed Jimmy by the hair, and dragged him to where Erik’s decaying body was gently throbbing with new life.

It was close now, only a few more hours before the seed would be complete. The beast settled against the opposite wall, and allowed its other seed-carriers to service it, sucking at its cocks and nipples, licking its fur, hungry for the sustenance only it could provide them. Slowly, Erik’s face hardened, the eyes dying away, skin growing brittle and hard, until it cracked apart and crumbled away, leaving just a small, rocky ball where his brother had been moment’s before. Jimmy stared at it–it was all he could do, frozen as he was, and after a couple of moments, the rocky pouch pulsed, and burst–releasing a slimy tentacle which crawled over to him and latched onto his cock.

It would be a couple of hours, while the new beast bonded with his host–in the meantime, the parasite should hunt and bring back some food for them both–it would enjoy watching Jimmy feed, enjoy watching him learn the kind of power they could have now, the kind of power these creatures could give them. Garrett, on the lacrosse team, had always been particularly vicious to Jimmy, as had his father, one of the coaches at school. A bit…old and chubby for a proper meal, but delicious all the same. The beast hefted himself up, and noticed the coach was still there, at the base of the stairs, doing nothing. He could be bait, at least. He whispered in the coach’s ear, caressing him gently with his claws, and then they emerged from the basement and into the night. A new world, the beast thought, and what a delicious world it was.

Symbiotic Justice (Part 4)

CW: Rape, Violence

It had been four days since anyone at school had seen either Lief or Erik. Their parents had called in, telling the school both boys had come down with the flu, and not to expect them for a while longer, but Erik’s friends on the wrestling team, Nate, Ryan and Hyde, sensed that something strange was going on. They’d gone over the day before to check on Erik after school, but when his mother had answered the door, she’d flat out refused to allow them in. Worse…something about her had seemed…wrong. In her eyes, and in her speech. She wasn’t the nice mother they’d known before–she was too cold. They chucked rocks at Erik’s window, but got nothing back–they didn’t even see a face peek out from behind the curtains. Still, none of them had an answer, but the brothers sudden absence wasn’t the only strange occurrence.

Tommy Matthews, the star football player, and another friend of Erik’s who had bullied Lief regularly, disappeared one afternoon. He’d been walking home from school, passed through the field, and never emerged. The police investigated, and found signs of a struggle off the path, along with a strange crater of some kind, but nothing more than that. The next day, another jock disappeared–Mason Clark. People were talking about the possibility of a serial killer, but no one had found their bodies, or any evidence that they hadn’t simply vanished or been kidnapped.

The three wrestlers were on high alert, and agreed that all three of them should stick together, until they unravelled whatever mystery was going on around their school. Hyde thought he’d seen…something watching his window the night before, out on the street, but before he could get a good look, it had disappeared into the shadows. Still, all three of them assumed they were safe while they were in school. When their coach asked them to come by his office in the locker room after school, none of them thought twice about it. They headed down to the gyms, laughing and joking like they always did, but when they got into the room, they realized something was wrong–something in the locker room…it didn’t…smell right.

Not that the locker room ever smelled good, of course, but this–it wasn’t a smell any of them recognized, and it filled all of them with a deep sense of unease. “I…smelled this the other night, when I had my window open,” Hyde said.

“We…we should leave,” Nate added, but all three of them instead walked deeper, the smell growing stronger, all of them feeling it cloud their minds, making everything run slower than it should. Around the corner, they had a clear look at the coach’s office, and he was there–but he wasn’t alone. Crammed inside with him, in the tiny space–none of them knew what it was, to be honest, but it wasn’t human. Or, at least, not entirely human. It’s body was coated with thick hair, some of brown, but much of it, especially growing on his chest and forearms, faded into deep shades of blue and green, the hair seeming almost…alive, or moving on it’s own. The beast had the coach pulled close, face pressed to the side of the older man’s head, mouth open and enveloping his ear, drool dribbling down the side of his face in copious amounts.Seeing the three young men enter the room, the beast let out a strange garbled growl, released the coach, and they watched him slump to the floor, the thing’s tongue sliding free of his ear as it did.

“There you all are,” the beast said. The voice–it was barely understandable as speech, really, but the boys got a sense of what it was saying well enough. “So…little left of me, I have to do you all at once, before I fade. Come closer…”

The beast stepped over the coach and ducked under the doorway into the office, looming over them at nearly eight feet tall. “What…what the fuck are you?” Ryan asked.

“You all know me–I’m Lief. I was Lief. I’m…better now. More now. So hungry, been saving room for you all today.” The three men tried to force themselves to run, but all they could do was come closer, watching as the beast’s huge cock swiveled in the air, examining them with it’s flat, blade like head. With a screech, the head cracked apart in two places, and the tears widened, the beast roaring and screeching as it did, in obvious pain, but after a few moments it had healed, and three smaller rope like cocks waved in the air in front of them. “One for each of you.”

The beast tore at their clothes, ripping into them with claws and teeth until they were all naked, and then drove one of it’s cocks into each boy, pinning them to the floor, drawing in their strength and their power. Mason and Tommy–after Lief had drained his brother, he’d needed more, and each time, he’d…changed. Growing larger, gaining this strange hair and powerful stench that no man could resist. He’d lost more and more of himself as well, giving into the new instincts driving his cock, and his new body. That was what Lief hated the most–that he couldn’t even fight any of this…because he wanted the power, and the parasite–it knew it even better than he did, what he wanted, because it was absorbing the last remaining bits of the young man’s psyche into it’s new, bestial and alien brain.

Symbiotic Justice (Part 3)

CW: Rape, Gore, Violence

“Erik,” Lief said quietly. He pushed open his brother’s door, his cock squirming and writhing towards where he was sitting at his computer, headphones on, oblivious. “Erik,” he said louder, “Erik, you have to get out of here.”

His brother dropped the headphones, “Faggot I told you not to fu-fucking disturb…” his voice trailed off when he spun and saw the freakish, two foot long, muscular tentacle where his little brother’s cock should have been, the skin writhing as sharp fragments of bone pushed their way out of the skin.

“Erik, I can’t…run, please try to run,” Lief said, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t, I’m so hungry…”

Erik got up from his chair and stumbled back, and Lief entered the room, the cock snaking out through the air, lashing at Erik’s ankle and cutting him to the bone. He fell to the ground and stumbled back up towards the window, but the toxin was already spreading through his leg, rendering it useless, even as Lief advanced, his brain shutting down, the only thing that mattered at this moment was his hunger. He lashed out again, feeling a burst of pleasure at tearing into his brother’s flesh again, the other leg now, leaving him crawling along the floor.

He deserved this, for everything he’d done. Yeah, this was right, this is what Lief had always wanted, what Erik deserved. He ran forward and tugged down his brother’s shorts, revealing his ass framed by the straps of the jockstrap he had on, grabbed him by the hips, and directed the spade like head to dive right into his ass. Erik screamed, and tried to keep crawling, but Lief’s hands felt like steel on his flesh, digging in, bruising him, as the thing pulsed, forcing it’s way deep into his body, the shards of bone ripping and tearing at his insides as it fucked him. “Yeah, you fucking asshole, I fucking hate you!” Lief screamed at him, even louder than Erik was crying for help, “You’re mine now, you’re all mine, you hear me? Mine forever!”

Something…changed, about the head of his cock. It seemed to split into smaller pieces, painfully enough to make him grunt in surprise, and Lief felt his cock push deeper into his brother’s body, digging into his muscles, and then, the orgasm struck…but rather than feel like he was ejecting something into his brother, it happened in reverse–his cock pumped, and drew something from his brother back into him. He shuddered with each draw from his cock, feeling whatever it was being swallowed down the length of his cock until it reached the base of his body, and a heat grew from the base of his cock and suffused his entire body. Bones cracked, and began to grow, his muscles were hot, stretched painfully tight until they cramped, but all through the pain, wave after wave of pleasure swept through him too, and he drove his cock in and out of Erik’s bloody ass over and over again, reveling in it. He didn’t know if he was dead or not–most of him didn’t particularly care. Whatever he was, he wasn’t…hungry, anymore.

After an hour, he could draw nothing else out of his brother. He looked like a husk, but Erik was still alive, from the sound of rattling breaths creaking through his parched lips. Lief felt drunk–drunk on power, on food, on conquest. His body had grown several inches taller, and he’d packed on pound after pound of muscle–he looked to be a bit larger than his brother had been, before this, and he felt…so fucking good. But he could feel…other things happening. Hair growing in all over his body, thicker than he’d ever seen on a person before, in patches. His hands and feet were growing as well, his nails thicker and sharper. The light…hurt his eyes, and so he smashed the lamp, discovering it was even easier for him to see in the dark than it had been in the light. He licked his bearded lips, feeling a tongue slip out of his mouth which was too long to be human, and which came to a sharp point, his teeth and jaws aching. He pushed into his brother, to the base, feeling his cock writing about to make space, and then, at last,m he felt the seed squirming in his sack pump out, down his shaft, and begin to fill his brother’s husk like body.

The sensation was different than when he’d fed. Almost relaxing, as he filled his brother’s body. Erik groaned in pleasure, the first sound he’d really made in an hour, and Lief saw his body changing, skin growing pale, but also filling out again, but not with muscle. Instead, his entire form looked soft and flabby, missing the definition he’d had before, and looking…inhuman. Yet the more he changed, and the fatter he became, the hotter Lief found him. He leaned over him, pressing his muscular, hairy body against his brother’s rubbery body, pushed his mouth the Erik’s ear, and slid his pointed tongue into his ear. Erik cried out once, and then said nothing else, Lief’s tongue drooling into his brain, rewiring it, softening it, simplifying it, making it as worthless and gelatinous as the rest of him was becoming. When at last his sack was emptied and he withdrew his cock, Erik’s ass closed up behind him, and his brother rolled over, jaw slack, eyes lazy and unfocused.

“Service me, you fucking piece of shit,” Lief said, his voice…it didn’t sound human either, not with his tongue, and his teeth, and his jaw. Erik just nodded, and crawled over towards him, licking at Lief’s furry feet, eager to serve his master…and Lief watched, horrified at what he’d done, and yet the voices were pleased, and he felt so…full. He beckoned his brother, his thrall, closer, and shoved his cock down his throat, into his belly, fucking him gently, shuddering at the sensation, and when his parents got home from their date, Lief went downstairs, to have a word with them both.

Symbiotic Justice (Part 2)

When Lief woke up, it was dark outside. He could barely open his eyes, and his head was pounding–it felt like someone had scrambled everything up in his head–so much so that it took him a few minutes to remember how to make his fingers work, or perhaps that was just the toxin still lingering in his system. Still, he could move again, in any case. He looked down at his hands, but while they were smeared with blood, there was no sign of any of the cuts or punctures he’d seen when he’d tried to pull the thing off of him.

Fuck, the thing–he sat up as quickly as he could, looked down at his crotch, and breathed a sigh of relief. His cock was there–just like he remembered it, just like nothing had ever happened. He reached down with his hands and ran his fingers along the shaft, feeling the bristly skin shudder at his touch, and he lifted it in his hands, feeling the heft of all two feet in his hands, curling it around them, enjoying the sensation–

No.

No, this…this was wrong. This wasn’t his cock, the thing–the thing had dissolved his cock, it had fucking eaten it. He tried to think back and remember what it had looked like, but the memories–they were gone. All he could remember now, was this…monstrosity attached to his crotch, the heavy sack of fluid hanging below, taut with seed…

The thing constricted, and then unwound from around his hands all on it’s own–Lief couldn’t quite tell whether he was controlling it, like some prehensile tentacle, or if it was doing it on it’s own. The wide, spade shaped head turned, almost like it was looking at him, surveying him somehow, and he…heard something. Almost like white noise at the back of his head, an itch he couldn’t quite sense or scratch. It wasn’t sound, not really, but he could hear it–a voice. Garbled and indistinct, but whatever this thing was…it wasn’t just attached to him, it had dug its way into him.

He needed to get help. He needed to go to a hospital.

Sensing his thoughts, however, he felt every nerve all along his body release a massive blast of pain, and he bent backwards, certain his spine would shatter into a thousand pieces at any moment–but just as quickly as it struck, it was gone, leaving him panting and shuddering on the ground, tears streaming from his eyes.

No help then–he’d figure this out on his own.

He wrapped his cock high around his thigh, disguising the extra length, and then pulled up his boxers and pants, checking his phone. It was nearly eleven–he needed to get home so no one worried. That, and he was hungry. Really hungry, actually, hungrier than he could remember being. He grabbed his backpack and threw it over his shoulder, traced his way back to the trail, and set off for home, trying hard not to think about the strange creature wrapped around his leg.

He got home, and saw his parent’s car was gone–were they out looking for him? He let himself inside, only for Erik to appear at the top of the stairs. “There you are, faggot,” he said, “Mom and Dad went out for a date–they told me to tell you you’re up shit creek when they get home, for not calling them about where you were.”

Erik was a bulky, hairy jock–only around 5’9”, but solidly packed with muscle, and known for his dirty techniques on the wrestling team, techniques he’d honed for years picking on Lief since they were kids. Lief…well, he thought Erik was sexy, but he wasn’t prepared for the sudden rush of…attraction that welled up in him at the sight of him on the stairs. Not just lust, really, but that same hunger he’d felt when he woke up, his cock writhing at the sight of him.

“Yeah…fine, I’m gonna…eat something,” Lief said, hoping his brother wouldn’t antagonize him tonight…not with this…thing on him.

“Whatever, don’t fucking disturb me, I’m playing a game.”

Good–that would keep him occupied at least, while Lief tried to figure this out. For now though, food. He went to the kitchen, found some snacks, but…nothing sounded good. Even when he tried to force himself to eat something, it just…tasted bad. Rotten, even, and he’d spit it out, even as the hunger grew. Oddly enough, he wasn’t feeling the pangs in his stomach, like usual–it felt…all pervasive, a needling, constant pain and tug, a need, a desire. He felt shaky, and sat down at the kitchen table, closed his eyes…and saw something.

He saw his brother, upstairs, playing games at his computer. Then, he saw him on the ground, naked, and Lief was fucking him with his cock, driving in deep, rough, feeling good, feeling pleasure, eating his fill…

He opened his eyes with a gasp. No–No, he couldn’t do that. He wouldn’t do that. He tried to eat again, but nothing stayed down. He held out for an hour, as the tremors and pain grew worse, and then he snuck quietly up the stairs, cock uncurling from his leg, willing to do anything to make it stop.

Symbiotic Justice (Part 1)

CW: Gore, Mutilation

Lief kicked the rock down the sidewalk one more time, and watched it skitter off the curb and into the gutter, before he turned and cut through the field on his way home from school. Today had been a decent day. He’d gotten shoved into a locker, but no one had stolen his lunch money, or given him a black eye. It had been two months since his older brother, now a senior in high school, had started telling everyone Lief, his wimpy little brother, was a faggot. Things had been…awful for a few weeks, but everyone had seemed to move on, for the most part, aside from his brother Erik and his friends on the senior wrestling team. It didn’t help matters that Lief was a late bloomer–even though he was nearly seventeen, he still was only about 5’6” and 150 pounds soaking wet. The fact that Erik, his brother, was so much larger than him, despite only being a year and a half older, didn’t help anything. Still, Erik would be leaving for college in the fall, at least, so maybe next year would be better.

The trail was well worn by years of kids using it as a shortcut between school and the nearby subdivision–Lief knew it well enough that he could walk it with his eyes closed, even in the dark. But that late afternoon, he felt a sudden shift in the air, heard a high whistle, and something flew over his head and smashed into the ground about ten yards away in the field, sending off a plume of dirt and dust. He looked around, but didn’t see anything else. Curiosity got the better of him, and so he cut off the trail and into the grass, towards the smoke, stamping out a couple of small brush fires as he went.

It had to be a meteorite, he thought, when he saw the crater. The rock was about the size of his fist, and looking at it, it seemed to still be pulsing red with heat–but when he stepped closer still, he realized it really was pulsing, and the red color wasn’t heat at all–because it wasn’t a rock. He didn’t know what it was, exactly, but he could tell it was alive. He couldn’t believe it–what should he do? Call the police? Take it home? Take it to the science teacher at school? He inched a bit closer, and saw it was pulsing a bit larger, and with a few disgusting noises it tore apart, and out crawled…something. It looked like a snake, Lief thought, but not like any snake he’d ever seen. He needed to kill it, whatever it was–he’d seen enough horror movies to know you never let an alien escape onto your planet. At least it seemed harmless enough, for the moment. He went to stomp on it and pin it down, but the thing…looked up at him, scooted out of the way, and before he could do anything, it wrapped itself around his ankle and slithered up his leg, under his pants.

It was slimy, and wet, and hot. He dumped his backpack on the ground, trying to swat the thing as it climbed higher and higher up his leg until it reached his crotch, nuzzled under his boxers, found his cock, and with a yelp, the thing…slid itself over Lief’s soft cock…and started sucking. Quickly, he dropped his pants and boxers, and found himself looking right at the thing–it’s pale, veiny body engulfing his cock, and he could feel himself hardening from the sensation of the alien’s guts massaging his shaft. The long end of the beast was still wrapped tight around his thigh; he tried to grip it with both hands and tear it off, but it tightened down hard enough to make his cry out, and then he felt the skin of the beast turn sharp, and he yanked his hands away, seeing a multitude of tiny puncture wounds from where the thing had stung him. In a few seconds, his hands went completely numb and limp, followed by his arms, which hung uselessly from his body–the beast had stung his leg as well, and he collapsed to the ground, unable to move as the alien continued sucking at his cock.

It felt…good for a few minutes. He even orgasmed, and he felt the beast drink it down, swallowing his sperm, and when it did…the thing’s skin…rippled, and changed, the color becoming less pale, matching his own skin tone–and then he felt the teeth. The clamped down at the base of his cock, and he screamed, trying to fling his paralysed limbs into action, but it was no use. The beast clamped down hard, and at the same time, the pleasant sucking on his cock grew more violent, grinding and pulsing against his cock, mashing in and crushing it, and he could feel heat against his skin, a burning sensation, almost like it was dissolving away inside of the thing’s gut. Every nerve in his cock was on fire, and he quickly lost his voice from screaming, until he couldn’t feel…anything, aside from the beast’s teeth latched to his crotch, and then…he felt something pushing its way into his body, drilling and worming into him from the alien’s mouth. Small tentacles, he imagined, like worms, digging into his flesh, making him squirm and nearly throw up in disgust–until one found it’s way to the nerve endings which had led to his cock, and for one brief flash, everything was…pleasure.

He could feel again, but not his cock–he could feel the thing clinging to his body, the entire surface of it, even where it was wrapped around his thigh. It felt…so intensely pleasurable, it was easily five times as sensitive as his cock had been, so much sensation it hurt in entirely new ways, as he writhed and cringed on the ground, the tentacles burrowing deeper and deeper still, down into his balls, where he felt them probing around his testicles…before swallowing them, dissolving them just like they had his cock. The tail of the beast unwrapped from his thigh, and slipped between his legs, probing his ass for a moment before sliding into him. Lief had never been fucked before, but the sheer sensation of the alien fucking him made him orgasm–or what would have been an orgasm, if the creature hadn’t completely replaced his cock. Instead, he felt the tail, the end of his new cock, probing to the base of his spine, and in one blast of terror, it latched onto his spinal cord, making him scream in agony as small tentacles wormed their way up to the base of his skull, to his brain, and then everything went white.

Strange Sketch (Part 2)

WARNING: Still super weird!

I got lightheaded and stopped tugging; the harness relaxed, but the jock didn’t stop milking me. It felt…good, I’ll admit that, but that sure as hell didn’t stop me from freaking out on the inside. I tried to call for help, but each time I tried, the harness would squeeze shut before I could even get a scream out, like it could read my fucking mind. So I stayed there, huddled in this dark, tiny bathroom, my cock being milked by an autonomous jockstrap. Then, I heard footsteps, and a distant voice. The voice didn’t sound like words, or if they were words, it was like the words made by someone choking on something. He crossed in front of the doorway, and I gave a breathless scream when I saw him in the light of day…

The uniform…it was squirming, rippling up and down his body as he walked. His legs were thick, the knees had popped and were bent backwards. The boots…they weren’t shaped like human feet anymore. The boot toes had split into three and had bent out, like their own toes. His cock–fuck, that thing–it was at least a foot long, but didn’t dangle–it drooped, and then arced back up, like a fucking prehensile arm. Shiny black rubber, looking like it should have been pulled tight against the skin, but no sign of veins or anything normal, just a swollen head leaking something black onto the floor as it looked around, like an eye on a stalk. The jacket–his chest looked caved in, his back hunched and too big–he was the same height, so he must have grown taller…but his fucking face…he did have a hood on, or what might have been a hood once, but perfectly smooth, like his cock. No nose…no eyes, no brow, and the hood–it looked like it was digging in under his skin along the line of his cheeks, black tendrils shoving their way down into his jaw around his mouth…and out again. From a distance, they may have looked like a full, long beard, but they writhed and wriggled and…and it was alive somehow, and it was speaking, but it was clear why it couldn’t do so well–it’s tongue was growing and extending out of his mouth. It sounded scared. It sounded like it was in pain. The cock and beard swung towards me, and I wondered if it was looking at me somehow, and then it kept going, pacing, moaning and choking.

It would check on me regularly, cock and tendrils inspecting me, a few more times. I was feeling hungry–or what I thought was hunger…then I started throwing up some strange, grey slime. I tried to spit it out, but it felt like it was coating the inside of my mouth and throat. Then, it came back past, surveyed me, and stepped into the bathroom. I tried to crawl back, but there was nowhere I could go as it came closer, the strange beard worming it’s way over my face, pushing it’s way into my mouth, each tendril with more strength than I thought possible. I tried to bite them, it was like chewing plastic. They forced my mouth open…and it stretched. It stretched wider than I thought possible, like my bones and tendons had gone to jelly. The tendrils gripped my teeth and began tugging them out–they came away so easily, and I heard them bouncing as they hit the floor below me, and I heaved. I heaved, and something came up from inside me, pushing it’s way up through my throat. It felt massive. I thought it would kill me, but every part of me just stretched, as the thing, a strange, goopy ball, hauled it’s way free of my mouth…and then crawled back up over my face, sticking below my eyes and stretching over my entire scalp to the back of my head. There was a sharp pain, and I couldn’t feel my body anymore. I could hear the thing inside my brain, and I fought, I’m still fighting, but I don’t even know what it is.

It was easier when I could still see. For a while, the thing was stretched thin and clear, like a dirty window over my eyes, but it began to darken soon. I thought it was just turning black…but something tells me what I witnessed was actually my eyes simply…dissolving away underneath it. I can’t smell anything. I can’t hear. I can feel–the thing is still with me, and my body is…moving. I just can’t control any of it. I’m just a passenger now, and I don’t think I’ll be that even for much longer either. No, I think…I think I’m going to be…a womb. The thing has been fucking me for a while now–it’s cock is so big…but I’d feel so empty without it inside me, at this point. It kissed me for a while as well–or I thought it was kissing me, but it was shaping my mouth, reforming it into a tunnel, and now it’s burrowing deeper, opening me up even more. The thing holding me to the wall, the web–either it’s tighter, or I’m lighter, because I’m suspended in the air now, tied to the wall where…where I belong. Yes, the seed it’s filling me with, I can feel it. I’m heavy with it, and…I…I can use this. Make more, more…eggs. More eggs for the master. I can’t do anything else, so I will make eggs for the master.