Not Just a Blob Pt. 09

'Nurse, you, get a drip in. I want to flush her veins, full filtration.'

'Alright Doctor. It'll be ready in the ward.'

'And you, I need to stop these damn orgasms. Get me some stronger sleepers.'

'Sir.'

A crowd of about six nurses rushed about a doctor as he pushed a patient on a bed down a hallway in the far side of the hospital's third level. On the bed, covered in a large sheet but with the space between her legs stuffed full with lose towels was Rosie, her face visible past a forced inductive rebreather. Every thirty seconds or so Rosie would shake and shiver, thrashing about on the bed and screaming out ragged moans past the rebreather muffling her voice, jolting and shivering and exploding ejaculate underneath the sheet. Her eyes would roll back into her head and she would grip the sheets, her entire body convulsing and tensing in unison like it was one single, completely linked muscle, every tendon and joint, every bone and muscle straining and relaxing in rhythmic unison.

The doctor rushed her to a local ICU ward and slammed her bed through the doors, spinning her into place In the first free bay and ripping the sheets from her body. She was hot, sweating profusely, and the mattress under her was already slick with sweat. Another violently absolute wave crashed through her body and Rosie tensed up, her thin, child-like arms tensing and bulging with her small muscles. Between her legs the already soaked sheets took a renewed wave as Rosie's red raw labia expanded around a clump of female ejaculate, bursting forth and splatting against the soaked mound of towels. One of the nurses grabbed them and clumped them around Rosie's crotch, absorbing some of the force of her ejaculations but also obscuring the petite girl's private area from view. She blinked in surprise as a round of ejaculate slapped the towels she held with physical force, but held them grimly to Rosie's body.

Some of the nurses the doctor had ordered earlier returned and as one swabbed down two areas on Rosie's arm and attached thin circular metal ringlets joined to tubes to the areas, a second nurse approached from the other side and readied an auto-injector. As the doctor and two nurses held Rosie's neck and shoulders still, right as Rosie's current wave seemed to be subsiding the nurse leant in and quickly jabbed the thin needle into the base of Rosie's neck. It was over in an instant, the tiny pressurised bottle dispensing the liquid in a micro-second, and the four of them released Rosie with a call of "clear!"

Rosie shook again, grimacing whilst also trying to moan. She clamped her legs tight and tried to roll as a new wave blasted through her very being, ripping her to shreds on the inside. As the wave rolled through her, she began to enter cardiac arrest and a nurse on hand applied two soldering-iron-like nubs to Rosie's bare chest. Holding them steadily but not forcefully to Rosie's skin, a gentle thrum followed by a click issued from a small unit by the bed a few times until the last one visibly settled Rosie and the attending medical staff were able to rest her back onto her back again. She still jolted and rolled her stomach in the throes of orgasm, but slowly she settled until at last she lay still, her muscles still tense and bulging but relaxing back one by one, bit by bit.

After she was sure no more was coming, the nurse holding Rosie's crotch drew the towels away to reveal a thickly soaked wetness that clung with strings of silk to Rosie's skin. As she drew it away, she beheld the weight of the ball of towels, towels that felt like they were soaked in water. There were patches of red in the thick wetness and she quickly wrapped up the soaked items and dumped them into a safety bin by her side. She drew out clean ones from a cupboard and began mopping Rosie's body, cleaning away her own mess of cum and sweat.

The doctor turned from Rosie's still form and frowned darkly. 'What the fuck was that?' He muttered to no one in particular.

'I have no idea, sir, but whatever it is it's powerful - and deadly.' The nurse by his side responded. On hand for an order from him, she watched him.

'Get me the Master Doctor for this ward and get him to call the Core. Whoever's free needs to meet us here on the fucking double. Code purple.'

'Right sir.' The nurse was gone in a flash to the nearest phone, and the Doctor strode out of the ward without a look back at Rosie and her fellow nurses attending her stricken body.

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THE NIGHT BEFORE

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Jackie strode out of the room, clipping her com unit into her belt as she went. Already she could feel something deep inside her awakening, something she didn't know, something she didn't understand, but it was good, powerful, exciting, controlling. It sent trills of electricity up her spine and waves of hair-raising sensitivity through her body, making every nerve, every pore, every cell dance with unified delight. Perhaps it was just the thrill of being back on the job, needed and good at what she did.

The shafts weren't far and Jackie took the fire stairs beside the three lift wells three at a time, her nimble thin frame as light and balanced as a cat. It took her seconds to get down from the fifth floor to the ground floor and she opened the stairwell exit to find three male tech crew members standing outside the first lift. The doors were open and around the perimeter of their area they had set up caution tape and hardlight fields to stop anyone wandering into the danger zone.

'What's the status?' Jackie asked quickly. The nearest man spoke up.

'Lift's locked on the shockers in the basement. We just have to disable the shockers and then we can lift it up here and reactivate it from inside.'

'Anyone down there?'

'We sent Ruby down about five minutes ago, but I don't think they're having much luck.'

'Are you kidding? With her' - Jackie motioned to her chest with cupping hands, indicating a weighty bosom - 'frame, I'm surprised they're even trying.'

The men laughed. 'She's the smallest we have apart from you, and she was determined to try.'

'Alright, let me at it. I'll be on the channel if there's any problems.'

'We know. Good luck, Sticks.'

Jackie turned and leaned into the open shaft. Below her, standing on the roof of the lift, one of the techie crew stood with an electric harness cinched to the cabling. Below him, her fire-red hair visible down the side of the lift, Ruby was trying to shuffle down.

'Let Jackson come up and winch you down-' the techie outside shouldn't have bothered wasting his breath on the safety with Jackie. Despite the risk, Jackie leaned forward and sprang out into the shaft easily, clasping her hands around an oily winch cable and sliding quickly downwards. With her legs and arms wrapped tight around it, the oil and her clothes insulated the friction well and Jackie's knees bent easily as she landed effortlessly on the roof of the elevator, a long streak of thick, gelatinous grease marking a tube-line up her legs and shirt.

'Need some help here?'

'Ugh, fuck you, Jackie! Yes!' came Ruby's pissed voice from the side of the lift. As Jackie grinned and watched, Ruby, her nose black and her hair ruined, pushed herself with considerable effort up the side of the lift. She came upwards bit by bit and as Jackie and the tech with the winch helped her, her bosom popped up and Ruby came up more easily. Jackie stepped easily back, but the tech stumbled a little at how much Ruby's body had unplugged once her chest had come above the lift's roof.

'My turn?' Jackie grinned. Ruby punched her arm. 'Go on, Sticks, you shithead.'

The entire thing took five minutes. Jackie slid down the oily lift easily and dropped to the gritty floor underneath the fifty ton moving room. There she entered the release commands and manually disconnected the magnets one by one, releasing the lift, before shimmying up the side of the lift and emerging, greasy but happy, once more. Another minute later, Jackie was upstairs with the rest of the crew in attendance, being hugged and sharing jokes together, her slick oily clothes phasing no one, least of all herself. Even Ruby gave her a hip-bump and bowed to her, saying 'I thought I wanted to look all womanly like this, but now you're starting to make me wish I didn't have them anymore.' They laughed and hugged, Jackie giving her a friendly jab in the boob.

All in all, only about half an hour had passed since Jackie had left the room, and she was still wide awake. As she strolled casually back to her dorm to lie down after a good shower, a movement in a dark room caught her eye. Knowing the room was a storage room that mostly techies used, Jackie approached, prepared to shout at anyone using their precious space for their dirty little encounters.

Jackie opened the door and clicked the light on.

And she froze.

There, spread wide in full view, her body hairless and her lady cave wide and dark, laid a woman. A nurse. Completely naked, she had a shock of springy auburn hair and an enormous, buoyant chest that stood forth surprisingly stiff and rigid for their size. She was wide hipped and had thick, dark makeup on, but something seemed off about her. One of her legs looked more bent, more out of place than the other, as did the fingers and wrist on one hand. One eye also seemed a bit weak, looking to Jackie like it was a little unfocussed and out-of-centre with the other. The lid over it seemed to droop more than its counterpart. Her lips, though soft and painted with lipstick, seemed to lean a little, droopy on one side and taut on the other.

Jackie stood, frozen. Staring. The nurse raised a finger and beckoned Jackie closer. Jackie turned and strode out - but didn't. Even though she was trying, Jackie's body did as it was ordered, stepping calmly and quietly towards the woman on the floor. As she moved, she realised part of her didn't want to leave. Part of her wanted to stay, to come closer. To obey.

She was propped up on some displaced doors and had quite the stable resting place, and as Jackie approached the woman she pointed with the same beckoning finger. Following the motion, Jackie knelt before the woman's spreadeagled legs. As she watched, the red head closed her eyes and leaned back, seeming to channel herself, sucking in a deep breath, tensing. Jackie stared, wide-eyed.

To Jackie's half horror, half wonderment, she watched with fixated eyes as the woman's labia distended and in a wash of foamy white fluid, a creature, thin and snake-like with a carrot-shaped body, completely clear save for a network of white criss-crossing lines and joins inside it's body like a crystal of quartz, emerged from the woman's cavity. It pushed its way forwards, thrusting out of the woman with short, powerful jolts until Jackie could see what were making it move in such a way. The fins on the creature's body emerged and it let it's host's natural contractions push it the rest of the way out. With a long, thin, wiry tail ending in a barb-like fin that could open and close itself, the entire translucent creature was about as long as Jackie's forearm and as wide at its widest point, its head.

Jackie watched it slop to the floor into a pool of creamy fluid that it brought from the nurse's insides with it as it departed. Its tail still licked about the woman's canal and she visibly tensed in evident pleasure at the extricating. Jackie also noticed how close her own womanly parts were to the creature, and as though it could sense it too, the creature began to squirm and wiggle towards her, flicking it's bulbous head in her direction.

This time Jackie didn't even see the motion of the nurse's fingers, she was already standing before she realised it had been sent and received. Within moments she had stripped herself off and stood naked before the nurse, discarding them in a corner. Beckoning her down to her knees once more, Jackie saw the woman indicate her own vagina to Jackie and, unable to look away with her body out of her control, Jackie leaned in and felt her heart skip and her now bare groin begin to vibrate as she began to feast on the woman's fluidic excretions.

The taste was super-sweet and rich, like a foreign chocolate, and there were tinges of things Jackie had never tasted in her life mixed in with the taste of a woman's cum. Within seconds her tensions disappeared and she gorged herself, burying her nose in the nurse's crotch, breathing the musky scent of her clitoris in with every inhalation, swallowing gulp after gulp of the creamy, milky substance as more and more came. Before long, Jackie began to relax, and forget herself. She started to enjoy what she did and put more effort into it, vivaciously gulping down wave after wave of the sweet, sweet secretion which came in abundance and never seemed to stop.

Jackie was wetting herself now and over time her posture had changed from a rigid square shaped pose to a sexy, arched back position, her crotch low to the ground, her ass thick and pouted out, her legs bent low and wide. Between her feet, squirming its way down the length of Jackie's form unnoticed, the freshly ejected creature came closer and closer to Jackie's entrance as Jackie gorged herself on the woman's crotch. She sucked and slurped, scooping every drop of the oh so delightful female ejaculate from the woman, not caring for anything else but that sole substance now. It came and came and filled her up and she willingly and gratefully accepted it, drinking at the fountain of truth that was the strange nurse's vagina.

She mewled when the source seemed to dry up momentarily and in reward an even bigger fresh wave flooded down the woman's passageway, filling Jackie's mouth and mind as one. Jackie barely noticed when a second creature came sliding down the woman's cavity and right into her mouth, the thick form widening her lips further as it entered her, filling her mouth. Jackie did her best to swallow it and when it got stuck it simply opened itself up and began to breathe for Jackie, forcing air in and out of her lungs as it began to dissolve itself inside her, unable to go any further but able to do much good in the woman's system. It hadn't been supposed to exit the nurse's womb but her excitement and excessive secretion had encouraged a second baby to emerge, so it simply adapted itself to the situation inside the suboptimal home that was Jackie's throat.

As she ate, Jackie's dripping sex came close to the ground, her butt against the soles of her feet, and with a mighty lift and an audible suckling sound Jackie's soon-to-be invader suckled itself to her labia and became one with it. Within moments of attaching its mouth to her lips it widened her and convolved itself into her, effortlessly slipping through her thickly lubricated entrance through its own mouth which it used as a controllable, sizeable tubular doorway. Seconds later, Jackie jolted and threw her head high, abandoning Miranda's pussy as her new friend burrowed its way up her insides and sent a crashing, overpowering orgasm through her system as it did.

Jackie's back arched and she flew upright, going as tight as an ironing board, her flat but erect chest beginning to leak as her stimulated mammaries lactated spontaneously. Her toes curled as an utter explosion of pleasure rocked through her core, shaking her, stopping all thought, effortlessly ripping Jackie's inner being to pieces. Jackie toppled to the floor, writhing, shaking, as her new friend buried itself deep in her body and pierced her cervix, preparing to set itself up inside her inviting little internal room made just for it. Already it was beginning to spit out strands of sticky string, roping itself up in suspension inside Jackie's womb, digging its wires deep into the nervous system of her body and connecting itself to her very brain bit by bit, completely and wholly, taking over and symbiotically becoming one with Jackie. Jackie convulsed and screamed out as a renewed wave shot through her, but the creature stuck inside her throat closed itself and her scream died before it could leave her body, leaving Jackie simply jolting and shaking in utter mind blowing bliss on the storage room floor, unable to speak or moan or even breathe until the creature thickly distending her throat opened up again.

Jackie's face was going red when it finally did and she sucked air in, shivering, shaking, sweating profusely, her skin glistening. Time passed. Eventually, when she recovered, Jackie looked at her new Mother and Mistress with utter love, the love her children - Miranda's children, the creatures inside her - felt for her. Wordlessly, Jackie crawled up to Miranda - for it was Miranda, the very same nurse that had given birth originally to the litter of humanity-infused creatures - and began to thank her Mother and Mistress for her gift to her, lavishing her teats and suckling with a baby's delight on the will sapping milk inside them, gorging herself on Miranda's milk until she was full up. When she was, she kissed her Mistress and, standing before her, the tail of her new Friend still just slightly dangling from her love cave between her legs, the tail of the other in her throat hanging out her lips, she gazed down at her Mistress and Mother.

She knew now. She knew the truth. The light was in her mind. She had seen the reality out there, and her old, fake, empty life was gone. Jackie still remained, but Jackie was now a Slave, a loving, adoring, submissive slave to her Mother, her Mistress, and her Master. There for their own use, a mask and a disguise to keep Master's plans secret until time they were hatched fully.

Crumpling to her knees then to the floor once more, completely devoid of regard for the pain the fall might or might not give her, Jackie's eyes rolled until they were ghostly white as, for the first time, her new Master entered her mind and took her to within a millimetre of her life with utter blissful, inhuman orgasmic pleasure. Jackie's pussy visibly squirted odd jets of female ejaculate as she exploded around the mass burrowing up her insides, her sacred liquids discarded down the inside of her legs and the floor under her as she came. Rivulets of thin, watery secretions dribbled from her thick nipples and spit hung from her lips as her mouth remained wide the entire time. When Jackie finished the life-gripping orgasm, she returned to consciousness in a curled position, gripping herself, shaking, jolting, barely able to regain consciousness through the sheer nerve-tearing bliss occupying every single cell of her being.

When Jackie finally left that room, her new friends inside her and her new Master and Mistress in her mind, Jackie would still be cumming, still be jolting and shaking as a constant, unending orgasm rocked her stomach, making some steps hard and nearly losing her balance but thanking her Owners for every single one. She barely had to correct the missteps. Her adoring enslavers sent her even the tiny and mundane commands like how to walk and how to talk, every single one given to her a chance for her to show them her total obedience and receive her rewards for it.

When Jackie dumped her clothes in the bin inside her door, it wasn't Jackie that did it, and so she didn't notice that she wasn't wearing the panties and bra she had had on in the storage room. She didn't notice the smell of her sex or the wetness on the pants. Inside her brain, memories were dying, others fogging up to obscurity, and others still just locking themselves behind impassable doors. Jackie ignored it. If she had to think about something, her Master would tell her. Her Master had told her only to feel bliss and pleasure, thankfulness for him, and those she did. That was all she was required to do, and she did it, her obedience sinking her even deeper into bliss and emptiness and giving her even more rewards, an endless cycle of thankful, blissful submission into oblivion.