Mummified Remains Ch. 04

Instead, Randy Melnitz, Miranda and Lucy's TA for Professor Watson's class, sat across from Miranda.

"Hey, Mary, right?"

"You're close. It's Miranda."

"Sorry," Randy said. "You're Lucy's friend, right?"

Miranda didn't like where this was going.

"Yes," she answered carefully.

Randy looked around nervously, twirling his thick, sandy-blonde hair with one finger. It was a surprisingly feminine gesture for someone exuding so much masculinity on the regular. It was a little charming to watch. Up close, the boy was handsome in a California surfer dude kind of way. Miranda found herself tracing the curves and bulges of his muscles with her eyes.

"This is going to be super awkward, but I feel like I need to head it off now before it goes any further."

Miranda cut him off.

"Yes, she has a crush on you. No, she's not going to act on it. If you want her to back off, I can try and drop a hint - or you can wait a little while. I can guarantee she'll find someone else to gush over in another week."

Randy smiled and let out a sigh of relief.

"I was expecting a lot more hostility."

"Nah," Miranda said. "You're cool."

"It's just that she isn't really my type and she's a freshman and I'm a senior and -"

"You don't have to justify yourself dude. It's fine," Miranda said, smiling a little.

The boy was clearly very anxious about this and expecting the worst. It was a side to Randy Melnitz Miranda had not seen in the last few weeks of awkward lunches and walks from class.

"Thanks Miranda. You're actually a pretty cool chick."

Randy's eyes flashed over Miranda's body, focusing on her chest for a little too long. Miranda realized she was being checked out and this caused the simmering fire between her legs to flare up once more.

Suddenly, filing the police report was the furthest thing from Miranda's mind. She could see the way Randy was looking at her. This new body of hers seemed to open so many new doors. The old Miranda would have been repulsed by the way people were staring at her breasts and ass, but the new Miranda wanted more.

"Hey, do you want to go for a walk and get some fresh air?" Miranda asked.

"Sure," Randy said with an excited smile.

The pair walked across campus, talking up a storm. It was all small talk and random crap - nothing too deep. All the while, a strange tension developed between the two of them. To Miranda, it felt a little like the electric sensation in the air right before a storm.

Before Miranda realized it, she was standing at the entrance of a townhouse just off campus. In that moment, it all crystalized.

"This is my place," Randy said. "If you want, you can come inside."

And inside Miranda went. Her heart was beating quickly now, and a light sheen of sweat had developed on her brow. He wanted to fuck her - and she was going to let him. None of this made sense. Miranda knew she wasn't the girl to do this kind of thing, and yet here she was stepping inside.

Mercifully, no one else was in the townhouse when Miranda and Randy entered. The last thing she needed was to have a bunch of rowdy upperclassmen ogling her. They walked past a messy kitchen, through a narrow hallway, and finally came to a small and surprisingly tidy bedroom.

"Nice room," Miranda said.

Now why would she say something so awkward and dorky? She couldn't believe this guy still wanted to nail her. She was a complete social dead end, after all.

"Thanks," Randy answered, scratching his head.

The two of them stepped inside the room. Randy shut the door and then it happened. To Miranda's complete and utter shock, she was the first to make the move. Her body moved before she could even process what was happening. She spun around and kissed the boy right on the lips. For a first kiss, it was sloppy and haphazard, a portent of what was to come.

Randy responded immediately, wrapping his powerful arms around Miranda and pulling her tight. For a few seconds, all they did was kiss, but soon they both grew hungrier and more daring.

Miranda felt Randy's hands wandering, one moving down her back while the other played across her shoulder. Soon, both found their targets. The boy groped Miranda's large breast in one and her full, perky ass in the other. The boy let out a groan that was music to Miranda's ears.

My body is doing this to him, she thought. I'm that sexy. Holy shit.

To respond, Miranda slipped her hand down between Randy's legs. Already, his cock was bulging hard against his pants. Good lord, he was massive! Not as big as Professor Watson, but that was neither here nor there.

"How did I not notice you before?" Randy said breathlessly.

How the hell was she supposed to answer that? Oh yeah, I finally hit puberty at the ripe age of eighteen after I touched a mummified penis.

"I don't know," Miranda cooed. It sounded stupid, but at least it didn't make her sound like a freak.

Her answer was enough for Randy, who lifted her shirt up with one fell swoop, revealing her large, perfect breasts in the process. The boy immediately pounced on Miranda's chest, fondling and kissing her tits with abandon. Part of Miranda wanted to lay back and be touched like this all day long. Just feeling wanted and desired in this way - it was so new to Miranda.

Another part of Miranda, the stronger part, wanted to get her hands-on Randy's cock. That part won out as Miranda shoved the boy away from her. For a moment, the lust in Randy's eyes faded and he looked worried, as if he might have done something wrong. What a sweetheart, Miranda thought.

Then Miranda got down on her knees and unbuttoned Randy's fly, causing the boy to gasp in relief and delight. Miranda yanked Randy's jeans and boxers down in one fell swoop, causing his dick to swing to attention.

For a moment, Miranda eyed the throbbing organ. It was equal parts repulsive and enticing to her. On one hand, it looked like an obscene, flesh-colored mushroom. On the other, Miranda couldn't wait to get her hands on it.

Miranda closed her right hand on the shaft, trying her best to mirror what little she had seen in the way of porn and awkward teen sex comedies. With her left, she cupped Randy's balls. Holding him like this, Miranda felt so much power and control. It was like she held his entire being in her hands - she liked that.

As Miranda began to stroke, she felt Randy's body jerk and spasm.

"You okay, big boy?" Miranda asked.

She couldn't believe those words came out of her mouth. They were so hokey!

"Shit, it's really intense," Randy said. "Not usually this hot."

Of course, Miranda hadn't been the first for Randy. A hunk like him had probably bedded dozens of girls. Still, it felt good to be uniquely intense. Even after all the changes Miranda's body had undergone, she still couldn't truly accept that she had graduated up the sexual ladder. However, feeling the way this experienced stud lost his mind with just a few touches of her fingers finally seemed to awaken Miranda. She was hot now. No, not just hot, perfect. Her body had been crafted for this exact purpose.

Miranda giggled and took the head of Randy's cock in her mouth. The bulbous knot of flesh was so wonderfully hot, and the taste was strong - but not unpleasant. Already, the tip was weeping with precum. As Miranda engulfed the penis, she felt the organ seize up and squirt a bit of fluid into her mouth. Did he just cum? No, that didn't seem right. Maybe it was just a little warning shot. Still, Miranda knew Randy didn't have long. The way he was groaning and shaking told her she would have him at a peak in very little time.

Miranda clamped down on Randy's cock with her lips and began to bob her head up and down. It was a strange sensation, feeling the hard, fleshy rod slide over her tongue and down her throat. It wasn't exactly pleasant - not directly at least, but it did make her burn between her legs. Maybe it was the knowledge that she was getting Randy off so much. That her body was so enthralling.

"Oh fuck, head's never felt this good before!" Randy cried.

This only caused Miranda to quicken her pace. She wanted to make the boy cum like an animal. When he did, she would drink up every bit of his essence.

Suddenly, Randy shoved Miranda to the floor. For a moment, panic set in as Miranda wondered if she had done something wrong. Then caught a glimpse at Randy's eyes and saw that it wasn't the case. The lust in Randy's eyes was stronger than ever. He was going to fuck her.

From there, it all happened so quickly. Miranda's jeans came off in a flash. Randy didn't even bother with her panties, instead opting to rip them off. Miranda couldn't care less.

Randy brought his bulging cock closer and closer, ready to spear Miranda. This cock was going to take her virginity and forever transform her into a slut and Miranda welcomed it. That is, until she felt the member press against her entrance.

Things changed in an instant. Miranda screamed in pain as her entire body convulsed. It was like a voice in her head was screaming at her, telling her not him!

"What's wrong?" Randy asked, barely able to control himself.

"Don't put it there," Miranda said.

"Oh," Randy replied.

Miranda wasn't sure if the boy was going to listen.

"Put it in my butt!" Miranda cried out, desperate to redirect the boy's lust.

"What?" Randy said, giggling a little.

"Fuck me in the butt. I want you; I just don't want it there," Miranda said. "Not yet."

That was all the invitation Randy needed. He lifted Miranda's legs, lowered his cock, and squeezed between her full cheeks. Soon, Miranda felt intense pressure at her asshole. It ached painfully and for a moment, she wondered if she had made a terrible mistake.

Then her body seemed to shift to accommodate the invading organ. The boy's cock entered her and pushed deep inside. An explosion of warmth in Miranda's bowels followed.

At this point, Randy was gone. He thrust erratically, his cock pulsing and spraying little warning shots of precum into Miranda's body. Meanwhile, Miranda lay back, feeling her big tits jiggle and the warmth spread inside of her. She was so dirty, but she liked that. She liked being defiled. Besides, what good was this hot new body if she couldn't have a little bit of fun with it?

Suddenly, Randy's pace became even more frenzied. His entire body shook as he screamed, his cock beginning to pulsate. Miranda gasped as a second later, hot liquid began to pump deep inside of her.

I did that, Miranda thought. I made him lose control. I really am hot now. God it feels so good.

The feeling of being desired by another person sexually was exhilarating. Miranda, the invisible girl, was now so hot that men could barely control themselves around her. So hot that she could make a guy cum in seconds. Before Miranda knew it, the excitement had gotten to her too. Her pussy began to twitch and spasm as the warmth in her ass spread to her entire body.

It was a full minute before the two of them came down from their earth-shattering orgasm. Even when Randy stopped coming and the fire inside Miranda died down a little, they both still felt high. They curled up together on the floor with Randy spooning Miranda, cupping her breasts gently. This was a level of intimacy Miranda had never once felt in her life before. So sweet and soft and peaceful.

This was her life now. The possibilities were endless with this new body. No longer would Miranda be a mouse. She would be front and center. People would want her.

Miranda and her lover drifted off to sleep as the hours flitted by. She failed to notice the worried messages from Lucy blowing up her phone. None of that mattered anyway. Not anymore.

***

"You know, many western historians and archeologists overlook the Fangshi," Dan Odenson said.

The old archeologist led Noora Abadi down a long hall to a cluttered room with a cheap folding desk and chair set up. On top of the desk were a large stack of papers and books.

"I have curated a selection of works to start you off," Dan added.

"Thank you so much, Professor," Noora answered.

Dan brushed this off.

"I'm not a professor anymore. You of all people should know that."

Noora smiled.

"I guess old habits die hard."

"Well if you need anything. Coffee, tea, etc., don't hesitate to call for me."

"Thanks, Dan," Noora said.

She sat down at the desk and began to comb through the collection of works, rapidly becoming overwhelmed. A lot of the information was general at best and the stuff that did go into the weeds went way too deep. It was a swamp of information and nothing seemed ideal for the situation at hand.

An hour drifted by and Noora began to develop a terrible headache.

"Am I going crazy? I know what I saw, and it lines up with the scrolls we found, but the more I run through the story in my head, the more insane it sounds. And the implications are even more ridiculous. There are supernatural forces at work? An ancient mummy can just attach itself to a human woman. That's not how reality works."

Noora would have given up completely, but an image was burned into her mind. She could see Beverly, her eyes blazing with unnatural light, a rigid, fleshy shaft bulging from her loins. It looked so real.

"No one is going to believe this," Noora said. "Except maybe that girl from yesterday, but I barely know her. God, it's hopeless."

There was a knock at the door. Noora looked up to see Dan standing there, looking concerned.

"Everything okay? You've been talking to yourself."

Noora looked to her mentor and struggled to find the right words to say. What could she say to convince him she wasn't crazy?

"Dan, you were on a lot of digs," she said. "Did you ever find anything weird."

Dan chuckled.

"All the time! Archeology is all about digging up weird stuff."

"Not like that. I meant more spooky. Not natural."

Dan's expression turned grave and for a moment, Noora feared her mentor was going to have her committed. When he answered, he did so carefully and quietly.

"A few times," Dan said.

"I think I dug up something spooky in China. That's why I'm here. It's a crazy story, you wouldn't believe it. Hell, I hardly believe it, and I saw it with my own two eyes."

Noora waited for the incredulity and the sarcasm. She steeled herself for the humiliation of being exposed as a crackpot to the man who taught her everything. It didn't come.

"Tell me the story," Dan said simply.

Noora did so. She left out nothing. She watched Dan carefully, waiting for him to silently dismiss her, but he never did. When Noora finished, the pair sat in silence for a long time.

Finally, Dan spoke.

"None of those books are going to help you," he said. "It's like looking for a needle in a haystack, only the needle probably isn't there to begin with."

"So, it's hopeless?" Noora asked.

Dan shook his head.

"Here, come with me."

Dan led Noora out of the small office building on Maryland Avenue and across to the mall. It was a bright, warm day, a stark contrast to the cold, clammy feeling in the pit of Noora's stomach. She could see a large group of elementary school kids following their teacher towards the national monument. There were joggers and dog walkers. Life out here seemed so normal - such a far cry from the strange and terrifying events of the past few days.

They reached the Smithsonian Castle, which Noora had been several times before, but this time Dan took them to a side entrance that led into a small basement. From here, they entered an elevator that went down two more levels. The doors of the elevator opened to a large, cluttered basement full of items and books. The air was filled with a musty scent as if this place hadn't been disturbed in quite some time.

"Dan, where are we?"

Dan gave Noora a wry look.

"The Smithsonian's darkest secret," he said. "The institution holds over 154 million items. Most of those are normal artifacts and objects of varying degrees of historical significance. Those go in the museums or in the archives. However, a small subset of those items is strange."

"Strange like how my situation is strange?" Noora asked.

Dan nodded.

The pair walked to the very back of the room to a small, nondescript cabinet which Dan unlocked. Inside was a small black book which Dan carefully picked up and handed to Noora.

"Don't tell anyone I gave you this and please give it back when you're finished."

Confused, Noora took the book in her hands. The cover was soft and velvety and seemed to soak up all the light in the room. When Noora opened the book, all the pages were blank.

Suddenly, Noora felt deeply unsettled. She was trapped underground in a dank basement with her former mentor, who had clearly had some lapse in sanity. Hell, the man had just handed her a blank journal as if it were the answer to all her problems. Was this some kind of sick prank?

Noora looked to Dan for a sign that the other shoe was about to drop. Any second now, he was going to double over laughing and ridicule her for believing in ghosts and goblins and other bogus crap. Instead, Dan simply smiled sincerely as if he had done some grand civic duty.

Oh God, he's serious, Noora thought. I need to get out of here.

"Thank you, Dan," Noora said carefully. "I'm sure this will be a really big help. I would like to get some fresh air now."

Some indecipherable expression crossed Dan's face and then he nodded.

"Sounds good. To be honest, I hate this place."

They walked out into the sun, causing Noora to take a deep breath of relief. Out here, surrounded by people, she was safe. In time, she would mourn the loss of her mentor's sanity. Right now, she just needed to get away.

Noora said some quick parting words and began walking away. Dan called out to her as she left, landing one final, chilling quip.

"Really do bring her back when you're done. We need her in case her sister pops up again."

Noora looked at Dan, her mouth hanging open. What did he mean her?

"The book," Dan clarified.

Noora tried desperately to suppress her fear and confusion. She managed a strained smile and turned away from the old archeologist. She rounded a corner and picked up her pace. She needed to get some fresh air and time to reflect. It didn't help that she was no closer to figuring this mess out.

The young professor finally found a coffee shop several blocks away, ordered the biggest pastry she could find along with a stiff espresso and sat down at a small table by the entrance. She felt like crying, but she refused to do so in public. She wasn't that pathetic.

After several minutes, Noora pulled out the velvety journal and slapped it on the table. This had to be a joke, she thought. Dan was always a little eccentric, but he wasn't a stark raving lunatic.

Noora casually opened the blank journal once more, only this time it was not blank. With a start, she noticed that the book had suddenly become filled with writing. She looked closer and realized it was all in English. Granted, none of it made any sense, but it hadn't been there before.

"This can't be happening," Noora muttered. "It's impossible."

Impossible. Just as impossible as a mummified dick fusing with a grown woman.

"I owe you an apology, old man," Noora said to herself. "You really outdid yourself this time."

***

Scene: Zoey and June talk during work study, butting heads. June is sent to work in the closet as Zoey gets fed up with her. Add a mention of Zoey looking towards the door of the closet when Beverly and Kelsey enter. Also change June's final scene.

NOTE: This will replace the following scene.

Zoey sat at the front desk of the office, growing more frustrated by the second. In front of her sat June Ota, hunched over her phone so that her mess of poorly dyed blue hair hid most of her face. This combined with the pale skin and weird behavior reminded Zoey of the girl from the horror movie the Ring - only Zoey wasn't scared so much as annoyed.