Mummified Remains Ch. 04

Zoey Wilson nodded her head, refusing to make eye contact. Ever since Noora had caught the girl having sex with her fellow grad student in the storage closet, things had been weird between the two of them. Noora got it. If she were in the same position, she would be absolutely mortified. Still, she needed Zoey to get a grip.

"Are you sure?" Noora asked.

"I'm sure," Zoey said, her voice tiny and thin.

"Alright," Noora said. "Remember, no funny business during class!"

The comment was meant to be a joke, but it seemed to hit the poor girl like a sledgehammer.

"Professor Abadi, I am so sorry. I really don't know what came over me the other day."

Noora sighed. Perhaps she had been giving Zoey too hard of a time. The girl seemed really beat up about the whole ordeal and all the little jokes and snarky comments couldn't be helping. She made a mental note to drop the subject from here on out.

"It's fine. This stuff happens."

"Not to me it doesn't," Zoey said mournfully. "It was so strange - like I was possessed."

Suddenly, Noora remembered a detail from the other day that had slipped her mind. When she caught Zoey and Arman doing the dirty in the storage closet, she remembered how one item had caught her eye - the mummy. It had been out of its box and lying on the floor.

"Zoey, when that happened, were you and Arman messing with any artifacts that stood out to you. Something that seemed out of place, maybe?"

Zoey grimaced, clearly unhappy thinking back to that day, but eventually she answered.

"Yeah. There was that mummy. The one shaped like an - um, uh," Zoey trailed off.

"A penis?" Noora asked.

Zoey nodded.

"Did you and Arman do anything with the, um, penis mummy?"

Zoey shrugged, her eyes getting a little misty. Noora knew she was pushing the girl too far, but she needed all the information she could get. Things were only going to get worse if she didn't put in the work and get as much information as possible.

"Arman and I pulled it out of the box. It was just so funny looking. I guess we handled it for a little bit before things got crazy between us. Honestly, my memory is kind of cloudy."

Noora felt a pit open in her stomach. She wanted to believe this could all be logically explained, even if that meant her best friend was an attempted rapist and a psycho. Instead, the weirdest possible explanation seemed more and more likely. If the mummy transformed Beverly, then it could probably induce two young people to have sex.

Suddenly, Noora felt even worse about all the teasing she had thrown Zoey's way. If the mummy was behind the girl's incident, she was blameless. Just another victim to this wicked artifact.

"Professor, is everything okay?" Zoey asked.

Noora snapped out of her funk and turned to face her TA with a bright, artificial smile.

"Yup! Everything is fine," she said. "Anyways, you hold down the fort and I'll be back late in the afternoon."

With that, Noora zipped out of the archeology hall, making her way to the campus metro station. On the path, she received a text from Tyler. It was the third unanswered text from her fiancé. All the texts were about their upcoming meeting on the China dig.

Noora shoved her phone in her purse and tried to suppress her growing stress. She couldn't tell Tyler her hypothesis. Not yet at least. She needed more information. More proof. Right now, she just had her intuition, and she didn't think that would be enough for her fiancé.

***

The door to Miranda's room was wide open and Kelsey was nowhere in sight.

"Oh shit," Miranda muttered, taking a cautious step inside her dorm room.

The place was a mess. Clothes and books were scattered all over the place. Everywhere, there were signs of a scuffle. Kelsey's bed was ground zero for the mess. Her covers were tossed this way and that and the sheets were splattered with a dark liquid that smelled musty and vaguely like bleach.

"Jeez, what the heck happened here?" Lucy asked.

Miranda stammered, searching desperately for an answer. She didn't have one. This mess was a nightmare and the atmosphere in the room was only made worse by the complete absence of Kelsey and her boyfriend.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the open door. The sound nearly made both girls jump out of their own skin.

Standing in the doorway was Miranda's RA, who looked horrified.

"Jesus Christ, this is a mess."

"You're telling me!" Miranda answered.

"Well make sure you clean it up," the RA answered.

Gee thanks, Miranda thought. As if I don't have enough problems already.

"Don't worry, I will," Miranda lied.

"Have you seen your roommate? Her boyfriend was taken to the hospital last night. Apparently, he received a pretty bad beating. Campus police are looking for her."

"I don't know where she is," Miranda answered.

"Well if you see her, give me a heads up," the RA said.

Miranda nodded yes and this finally made the RA go away. She and Lucy were left in oppressive silence, surrounded by ruins of the room.

"She came here," Miranda said. "She did this."

"Do you really think so?" Lucy asked. She looked terrified.

"Yeah, I do. And I think she's going to keep coming after me."

Before Miranda had a chance to react, Lucy came in with another one of her trademark hugs. The girl nearly screamed as her friend's arms wrapped around her newly enlarged breasts, sending a jolt of pain through her.

"I'm here for you, Miranda. I'll do anything I can to support you!"

As Lucy held her, Miranda began to feel that same alarming feeling between her legs. Once again, she smelled Lucy's strawberry scent and could feel her supple body pressing up against her. It was too much all at once and it sent Miranda into a panic.

"I need to change," Miranda blurted out. "I want to change clothes. Can you give me a little space?"

Lucy broke the hug and backed away, looking slightly crestfallen. Still, she obeyed and slipped out of the room, closing the door behind her.

Miranda stood in the silence, trying to wrap her head around the last few days. None of it made sense. Everything was different. Her body had changed, her roommate was AWOL, her life was turned upside down. It was an utter mess.

As she wandered over to Kelsey's bed, Miranda eyed the dark fluid on the sheets. It glistened under the fluorescent light of the room. Without thinking, Miranda whisked the tip of her forefinger through the goo, pulling out a dollop. It felt slimy and oddly warm on her finger. As Miranda watched, the fluid seemed to absorb into her skin, causing her to panic a little.

She suddenly felt a little warm and woozy and her body began to tingle.

"Oh no," Miranda murmured, her heart beating faster and faster. "Why the hell did I do that?"

Was this stuff Professor Watson's cum? Miranda had never seen cum in person, but she knew it was supposed to be white. This stuff was almost black. Still, it felt organic. It didn't seem like lube or anything like that - not that Miranda had a lot of experience with that stuff either.

What was up with it absorbing into her finger like that? Why did she feel so warm suddenly?

Miranda stepped back from the bed and tried to focus herself. She needed to change. After all, Lucy was waiting outside for her and she had a busy day. Afterall, she was supposed to report Professor Watson to campus police. Professor Watson, with her big maybe-dick and her strange black cum that seemed to make Miranda's senses go wild.

Miranda let out a soft moan and pulled off her sweater and undershirt. For the first time in a day, Miranda felt cool air on her chest. She looked down at her newly developed breasts and sighed deeply. They were just as astounding now as they were the day before - so full and firm and round. Looking at the perfect, feminine orbs now, Miranda could hardly believe that just a few days prior, she had been as flat as a board.

Without thinking, Miranda's hands rose to her chest and began to play with the soft pliant flesh of her tits. They felt amazing. Soft, yet firm. They were so sensitive, too. Just a little bit of touching turned the embers between Miranda's legs into a raging bonfire.

It was then that Miranda looked back over at the puddle of black gunk on Kelsey's bed and had a dirty thought. If a little dollop of the stuff had such a potent effect, what would a handful do?

Miranda moved as if she were hypnotized, stepping over to the bed and scooping up a handful of the dusky fluid. She held it up and looked at it in the pale light. There was something so strange yet appealing about the stuff. Already, Miranda could feel it seeping into the skin of her palm. However, her hand wasn't where she wanted to put this stuff.

With careless abandon, Miranda slapped the palmful of goop onto her swelling bosom and began to rub it into the pale, nubile flesh. The reaction was immediate, causing the girl to sink to her knees and nearly scream. A blazing heat like the flash of a nuclear bomb opened in Miranda's belly as she came like never before.

Then the moment was shattered by a hard knock at the door.

"Are you okay in there, Miranda?" Lucy yelled from the other side of the door.

Miranda gasped, pleasure juices seeping from her pussy. Her mind was a whirlwind of debauched thoughts. For instance, she wondered what kind of effect Professor Watson's cum, or whatever it was, would have on her perky blonde friend. Perhaps an experiment was in order?

"Miranda, please answer! You're freaking me out!"

Miranda finally snapped out of her trance. What was she thinking? Her body still burned, but her mind cleared enough for her to feel a little shame for what she had done - what she had thought. Good God, she almost tried to use this goo on Lucy. What the fuck?

"I'll be right out," Miranda called out. "Sorry!"

Lucy grumbled, but otherwise left Miranda in peace.

Not that there would be much peace for the girl. Her life was a mess and she didn't even have control over her own mind. What on earth had possessed her to touch the gunk on Kelsey's bed?

Miranda remembered the root cause of her problems. The mummy. It had transformed her body. She wouldn't be surprised if it had done funky things to her brain as well. If the mummy really was bonded to Professor Watson and that goo was her cum, it made sense why it would have such a potent effect on her.

Come on Miranda, just focus on getting changed.

Despite it only being late March, the day was already shaping up to be a hot one. An unseasonably warm spell had come across the DC Metropolitan area and that combined with the fire burning in Miranda's body made a second day with a heavy sweatshirt a nonstarter.

Miranda tore through her dresser looking for something cool that wouldn't make her look like a total slut. Unfortunately, most of her wardrobe was now far too small. Miranda finally settled on an orange t-shirt with soft, stretchy fabric and a pair of jeans that had previously been loose. The shirt left nothing to the imagination with respect to Miranda's new tits, but it didn't show any cleavage, which was a small mercy. The jeans hugged Miranda's full bottom, but otherwise fit fine. It was the best she could do given the circumstances.

"Are you almost done, Miranda?" Lucy called.

Miranda cursed under breath and marched out of the room. She desperately needed some fresh air and space to think about all this crap.

As Lucy watched Miranda exit the dorm, her big blue eyes got big for a second. They were trained directly on her friend's chest.

"Whoa," Lucy said softly.

Miranda looked down and blushed. Now the cat was out of the bag. In an instant, all her arousal died away, giving way to deep embarrassment.

"Uh, um, I'm on my period," Miranda said quickly. "I'm a bit swollen."

Lucy looked like she was about to faint, her eyes still fixed firmly on Miranda's chest. What was up with her? Between the weird looks the girl had been giving her this morning and now this, Miranda could have sworn Lucy was into her - not that that made any sense. Lucy was the most boy crazy girl she had ever met.

"Duh-duh-duh-do yuh-uh-you wanna, um, uh, g-g-g," Lucy stammered.

"Out with it," Miranda said, using a sharper tone than she intended.

"Police!" Lucy squeaked. "Report?"

A wave of anxiety fell over Miranda. If she filed a report, there would be plenty of awkward questions. Besides, she wasn't even sure what had happened. What was she supposed to tell the police? My professor got possessed by an ancient penis and tried to rape me? She would be laughed out of the office - or worse. The only other alternative was to lie, and Miranda didn't like that either.

Besides, she wasn't certain this wasn't some extended mental breakdown.

"Let's get food first," Miranda said. "I'm starving."

Procrastination was something Miranda excelled at. She needed time to mull over her situation. As she and Lucy walked to the dining hall, the burning between her legs and in her chest only got worse. Even worse, Lucy seemed to be peaking at her new curves every few seconds, which only made Miranda feel even hotter and more flustered.

***

Zoey Wilson rifled through Professor Abadi's instructions once more. There were two solid pages of them, and they were all written in messy chicken scratch that was as hard to decipher as ancient hieroglyphs. There were the class instructions for Archeology 101 as well as her tasks as a grad student, and finally, the work study Noora handled. For this, the instructions said, "find June Ota - blue hair, weird."

Great, Zoey thought, real helpful Noora. We're on a college campus, half the girls here have colored hair. Most of the girls were weird.

Not that Zoey had much room to judge. For the last few days, her life had been weird as hell. Ever since that day in the storage room with Arman, things had gone downhill fast. After her head had finally cleared, Zoey had been overcome with guilt and ran to tell her boyfriend what happened. That had ended poorly.

Now Zoey was single and miserable and so very confused.

Then there were the nightmares. They came every night now. In one, Zoey dreamed she was being attacked by a giant, monstrous penis the size of a dinosaur. In another, phallic parasites began to take over the women of Washington DC City college, turning them into man eating monsters. Zoey would wake up from the dreams covered in sweat, feeling terrified and strangely aroused. Pretty soon, she was going to give up on sleeping altogether.

Ever since the day in the storage room, Zoey had felt haunted. It was as if some presence were slowly infecting her life, changing her in subtle yet disturbing ways. She felt watched, especially when she was alone.

A flash of blue in the crowd of incoming students in the history and archeology hall ripped Zoey out of her puddle of misery. She dashed down the hall and caught up to a scrawny, pale girl dressed in a ratty black sweatshirt.

"Hey, are you June Ota?" Zoey barked.

The girl turned to look at her with a pair of large, dark gray eyes. As Zoey stared at the girl, she began to feel a little unsettled. If this really was June Ota, Zoey understood what Noora meant about her being weird.

"Your hair is pretty," the girl answered.

Yup, very weird, Zoey thought, self-consciously running her hand through her curly red hair.

"Thanks. Hey, you're in the work study with Professor Abadi right?"

The girl nodded.

"Great. The professor is out today. I'll be filling in. I just wanted to give you a heads up early on."

June Ota suddenly looked excited. She bit her lip and darted her eyes around the hall.

"She's out?" June asked.

"Uh, yes. She had to do some research at the Smithsonian. She'll be back tomorrow."

June made a strange, guttural sound that may have indicated excitement, although Zoey wasn't sure. The girl was impossible to read. Social cues didn't really seem to be this girl's thing. Zoey secretly steeled herself for a very difficult and awkward afternoon.

"I think I know why she's out," June muttered.

"Well I just told you," Zoey said, quickly losing patience.

"Right," June said before muttering something under her breath.

"Okay then, just be ready for your work study at two o'clock, okay?"

June nodded and scampered off, mumbling to herself the whole way. Zoey watched the girl go, feeling sick to her stomach.

What a freak, Zoey thought. Apparently, her life wasn't getting any less weird.

***

"So, you're not going to campus police?" Lucy asked, slightly disturbed.

Miranda nodded vacantly, her eyes scanning the dining hall. On at least six separate occasions, she had caught a pair of eyes running over her body. Most of them were men, but she had ensnared a couple girls too. That didn't even include the way Lucy would glance over to her chest every few minutes. If Miranda didn't know any better, the girl had a thing for her - as crazy as that sounded.

It was strange, usually Miranda hated being the center of attention. She was an eternal wallflower, always living in the margins. However, today it felt good to be looked at. Desired. It was all so new to her.

"So, you are going to campus police?" Lucy asked.

"What? No. I'm not."

A concerned expression crossed Lucy's face. The girl bit her lower lip the way she did whenever she got nervous, a look that made Miranda's belly swoop a little. The girl was very pretty.

That was the other weird thing. It wasn't just that people were noticing Miranda's new beauty. She was noticing theirs. She would find her eyes landing on a particularly perky set of tits or a guy's toned ass. For the first time in her life, Miranda truly felt like a sexual being.

"I think you should go to the police," Lucy said quietly. "I mean, she tried to rape you, Miranda. And she trashed your room. I don't want to see you get hurt."

Miranda took Lucy's hand, causing the girl to blush hard. The feeling of Lucy's soft skin was delightful.

"I appreciate your concern, Lucy. I really do. But if I go to the police, it's just going to make things worse. I'd rather just live my life and wait for this whole thing to blow over."

"But do you really think that's going to happen?" Lucy asked. "Professor Watson sure seems dead set on finding you."

A dark thought rippled over Miranda's brain. Would that be so bad? She thought back to the way the professor had touched her the day before. She thought of that gargantuan cock. In the moment, it had all seemed so revolting. Now, not so much.

"I don't wanna talk to the cops, Lucy. It freaks me out. Makes it too real."

"Please," Lucy begged. "This is a really serious situation, Miranda. Please just file the report."

"Ugh, fine. But you're coming with me."

Lucy looked like she was about to nod yes when she caught a glimpse at the time on her phone. Her big blue eyes bulged with terror.

"I'm sorry, I have class," Lucy said.

"Then skip class!" Miranda said.

Lucy was bright red by now.

"I can't! I'm sorry Miranda. I'll be here for you as soon as my class is over."

With that, Lucy stood up and scampered off, leaving Miranda alone with her thoughts.

Great, Miranda thought, now I have to go talk to the police alone. She suffered horrendous social anxiety on a normal day, submitting herself before a bunch of scary guys with guns was only going to make it so much worse. Maybe she could take a walk around campus first. After all, she had hours before her first class.

As Miranda stared off into space, a large shape sat down hard across from her, shaking the table. This scared the crap out of the young woman, causing her to yelp and look up, fully expecting Beverly Watson to be sitting across from her, her monstrous dick throbbing and ready to go.