Organism X Ch. 10

At that moment, Cece reached her limit. The combination of the sheer agony and emotional trauma of being invaded short-circuited her brain, causing her to lay back and accept her fate. She could feel the wet, warm mass slithering deeper into her. Would it all fit? Did it matter?

Inch by inch, Cece's former pet worked its way inside of her body. The more of it crawled inside of her, the more she came to accept its presence. Her rapid, shallow breathing slowed, and her eyes turned glassy.

As the last bit of the worm's tail disappeared between Cece's legs, she was motionless and barely conscious. When the sharp, stabbing pain erupted deep within her, she hardly reacted. Pain was just a background noise.

Without understanding the sensation in words, Cece had come to fully accept the creature inside of her. What had been horrible, nasty, and unnatural now felt right. This was what was supposed to happen.

Cece Ramirez lay on the floor of her dorm, her face covered in glowing slime and her legs spread. Slowly, steadily, she fused with the creature she once called Sweet Wormengarde.

4

"When I get my hands on Heather Clarke, I'm going to throttle her," Janet said. "Three and a half hours late to her shift. It's unbelievable."

Jon smiled and shrugged.

"I'm sure she has a good reason. Maybe there was an emergency."

Janet snorted.

"It better be. Anyways, I just wanted to thank you for volunteering around the office. It's been a huge help. How do I repay you?"

"Don't worry about it. It was my honor."

"You are much too selfless!" Janet said.

Yeah, sure, keep thinking that, Jon thought.

"Anyways, Jon, I'm going to run out and get some lunch down at the campus center. Do you mind holding down the fort for a few more minutes?"

"It would be my pleasure!"

Janet smiled, thanked Jon, and walked out the door. As she left, Jon let out a big sigh of relief. Finally, he had some breathing room.

Jon walked to the back office and knocked on the supply closet door. Immediately, the door burst open. Leah and Heather tumbled out.

"Finally," Leah growled. "What took you so long?"

"She wouldn't leave. Anyways, is she ready?" Jon pointed to Heather, who had collapsed on the ground and was now giggling profusely.

"Physically, she's nearly there," Leah said, turning the young woman over with her foot. "Mentally, not so much."

Jon knelt and gave Heather Clarke a closer look. It was remarkable how much the woman's body had changed in just a few hours. Her slight frame had developed lush curves that now strained her professional blouse in a way that made him want to drool. The woman's apple-sized breasts were now a pair of bulging melons. She was prettier too, and that was saying something.

Heather looked at Jon and without warning, kissed him right on the mouth. For a second, Jon let it happen. The woman was intoxicating. Soft, pillowy lips that tasted so sweet. He began to sink into Heather's embrace when he felt Leah jerk him back.

"Remember Jon. Having sex with one of us has its consequences. Besides, weren't you the one talking about being careful."

Jon sat up and brushed himself off, trying desperately to regain a shred of composure. Meanwhile, Heather Clarke giggled like a baby on the ground.

"You taste different than my fiancé," she said. "Come back, I want to taste you some more!"

"What's wrong with her," Jon asked. "Is she drunk?"

"They're kind of loopy right after transformation. She'll get better in a little bit. Until then, you get to babysit her."

"What? Don't tell me you're still going to try and turn Maroney."

Leah shook her head.

"Relax. I called it off. We're not turning her today. I'm just going to scope things out."

"Good."

"Still, you owe us. I know the others are itching to turn more women. They aren't going to wait forever."

"I'll think of something," Jon muttered. "Is this one safe to be around?"

Heather was struggling to her feet, her eyes fixed on Jon. Raw desire was painted across the woman's face. Except, desire wasn't quite the right word. It was more like hunger.

Leah winked at Jon.

"As long as you can keep your hands off of her, you should be fine."

With that, Leah sauntered out of the building, leaving Jon alone with Heather. If Leah was to be believed, the girls' appetites for spreading the worm parasite would become a real problem. He knew they had to stagger their infiltration efforts, but maybe he could offer them someone else? Someone with a lower profile.

Jon pulled out his phone and texted Ellie Thomas. There was a good chance she would ignore him after the stunt he pulled the night before, but of all the girls he wanted to see transformed, she was the highest on the list. He wanted to see what would happen to that delicate, little body with a worm inside of it.

Just as he pressed send, Jon felt hands wrap around his chest and soft lips on his left earlobe. Heather Clarke pressed herself against Jon's body, letting him feel her ample curves. Resisting her was going to be a nightmare.

5

Megan tracked the girl in the sweatshirt, working her way deep into the woods behind the campus center. By the time Megan came to a small clearing, she knew exactly who it was she was following.

Felicia Owens entered the clearing, unaware that she had been followed. On the ground scattered across the clearing were bulging round masses that glowed faintly in the shade of the woods. The objects looked identical to the ones left on the floor of Felicia's dorm room.

However, what was shocking was just how many of these eggs were scattered about. There had to be two or three dozen.

So, she's been laying them out here to try and avoid people, Megan thought. Someone clearly hasn't accepted her new nature.

Felicia tore open the big bag of chips and began to scarf down the contents as fast as she could. She shoved fistfuls of chips down her throat as fast as she could grab them, leaving crumbs and flecks of salt all over her mouth and shirt. It was a disgusting sight.

Felicia downed the candy bars at the same frantic pace, leaving smears of chocolate across her face.

At this point, Megan wanted to look away. She had seen a lot of wild and gross things since being transformed, but this was making her sick.

Then Felicia did something that caught Megan's eye. The young woman yanked down her pants and groaned loudly. She squatted over like she was about to take a crap, and that's when it happened.

Megan watched in disbelief as a fat, squirming tendril of flesh began to emerge from the girl's pussy. It was as nearly as thick as Megan's wrist from the looks of it and its colors were a mixture of neon green and violent red. At first, Megan thought the thing was a worm, but something wasn't quite right.

Felicia groaned loudly, and as she did so, the appendage pointed downward and began to pulsate. Megan watched as a lump formed at the base of the fleshy member and moved its way down to the bulbous tip. Then the fleshy head widened, and a greenish-blue mass slid out.

Felicia gasped as the egg exited her body. With the whole process finished, the fleshy organ retreated inside of the woman, disappearing with a loud, wet, pop.

Jesus Christ, Megan thought. That thing is a part of her!

Having laid another egg, Felicia sat down on the muddy ground and began to quietly sob to herself. Megan struggled to remember a more pathetic sight and failed to recall one.

Still, what potential! There were so many of those eggs lying around and each one would hatch into a worm. Then there was that flesh-rod bulging from Felicia's legs. What was its story? Megan wanted to find out.

Seeing her time to pounce, Megan slipped into the clearing and whistled loudly. Immediately, Felicia bolted upright and looked at her. As the former RA's eyes met Megan's, a cascade of emotions crossed her. Fear, rage, disgust, and finally sadness.

"What are you doing here?" Felicia asked, her voice hoarse.

"That's a silly question. I followed you, duh. A better question is what do I want?"

Felicia rolled her eyes.

"Fine, what do you want?"

Megan chuckled and stepped closer to Felicia. Felicia in turn stepped backwards.

"It's a little bit late to run from me, don't you think?" Megan said, pointing to the eggs.

"What is this? What did you turn me into?"

"I don't know," Megan said with a smile. "You're different from the others. So many eggs."

Felicia blushed and looked down at her shoes.

"I've been meaning to destroy them, but I can't bring myself to do it. Every time I, it hurts me. It's like I'm trying to destroy a part of myself."

That explained why there were so many of the damn things lying around. Megan tried to do a quick count and found that there were at least twenty-five eggs in the clearing. More than enough for her purposes. That is, if Felicia let her walk away with them. That didn't seem likely.

"And what about that big, glowing thing between her legs?" Megan asked.

Felicia looked mortified.

"Oh God, you saw that too?"

"Yeah, it was wild."

"I hate that thing. It's where those eggs come from. I can feel it twitching inside of me all the time. Sometimes it comes out."

Megan edged closer to Felicia. She could tell the RA was terrified of her, but she also seemed starved for human contact. The poor thing.

"And what about the food? I grew up in a house with three brothers and I've never seen anyone put so much food so quickly."

More shame rippled across Felicia's features.

"So, you saw everything. Of course, you did. I'm just so hungry. I eat and I eat, and I eat, but it's never satisfying. God, I'm starting to feel sick. My whole body aches."

She's going through withdrawal just like me, Megan thought. That's useful.

"You need sex," Megan answered. "That's what your body is asking for. If you drained a couple of guys, I bet you would feel just fine."

Felicia suddenly grew angry and stepped towards Megan. At that moment, Megan noticed that the RA seemed taller than before. Her oversized hoodie was clearly hiding an imposing figure.

"That's your solution? Kill someone? I know I killed those boys yesterday. And I know you killed some as well. I'm not doing that anymore. Never again."

Megan rolled her eyes.

"Please. Your urges will get the better of you. It's happened before. I've seen your handiwork."

Felicia took this like a gut punch. She backed away from Megan and slumped down on the ground.

"I didn't mean to," Felicia whined. "I couldn't stop myself."

Megan slipped in behind the girl, making sure to get nice and close.

"I know, sweetie. Trust me, I understand."

This clearly didn't make the girl feel any better. She began to sob loudly, leaving Megan in a painfully awkward position. Still, let no moment go to waste.

Without a word, Megan snaked her hands around Felicia's waist and began to stroke her softly. At first, the RA froze up, but after a few seconds, she relaxed again. For all the anger and despair, Felicia Owens was clearly desperate for affection.

"It's okay, Felicia. All of us are struggling with these new urges. You aren't the only one."

"But it's wrong!" Felicia cried. "I hurt people. I killed some of them!"

Megan slipped her fingers under Felicia's hoodie and began to explore the supple flesh underneath. She was shocked to find washboard abs waiting for her under the bulky garment.

Jesus, Megan thought. Did that worm give her muscles?

"I know it seems wrong," Megan said. "But we aren't exactly human anymore. We need a different standard."

"You're crazy," Felicia muttered.

However, she did not move away from Megan's touch. Megan took the opportunity to push her exploration further. She worked her right hand upwards and was pleased when she felt a hefty bulge of boob flesh. Like all the other sisters, Felicia had ripened exquisitely. The girl had a decent rack before her transformation, but now her tits were perfect.

Felicia moaned softly as Megan began to fondle her chest. Her entire body began to squirm and writhe as she leaned back into Megan's touch. Megan could feel the girl's strength in her movements. Clearly, her worm had made her grow like a weed. The girl was practically an amazon now.

"Call me crazy all you want, Felicia. All I'm saying is that you'll be a lot happier if you just accept what you are."

Without hesitation, Megan slipped her other hand between Felicia's legs. She wanted to meet the beast the RA was packing and thought it might come out with a little touch. Gently, Megan stroked Felicia's clit.

Through labored breath, Felicia tried her best to answer Megan. The girl was clearly struggling to think.

"But, ugh, but if I, oh God. If I accept-shit that feels good. I embrace it, more people will get hurt. Fuck!"

Megan could feel Felicia's juices flowing over her fingers. The girl's abdomen was swelling and shifting and that made Megan very excited. Soon enough, the girl's new part was bound to pop out.

"I know, Felicia. It sucks, but it's what you are. It's your nature. But if you accept it, you'll be surrounded by people like you. All of us are struggling with our urges together. That has got to be better than hiding in the woods, scarfing chips and squirting out eggs all day."

Tears flowed down Felicia's cheeks as she nodded vigorously. Good, Megan thought. She's coming around.

"Now," Megan said. "Why don't you show me your new friend."

Without warning, Megan jammed two fingers into Felicia's pussy, causing the girl to yelp out in surprise.

"No!" Felicia cried. "You're gonna make it come out again!"

"That's the idea, sweetie!"

Suddenly, Felicia's body went rigid. There was a momentary lull, followed by a loud, wet pop as the organ shot out of Felicia's pussy and rocketed into the air.

Up close, the thing was even more magnificent. It had to be a foot long, at the very least. Its body was thick and ridged, ending in a somewhat bulbous head.

Megan recalled a high school science class she took on wildlife and the environment. Certain insects would lay eggs using a kind of shaft called an ovipositor. This thing was practically identical.

"That's the spirit, Felicia," Megan said, grabbing hold of the ovipositor.

"No, no, no! Don't touch it. Ugh."

"What?" Megan asked, giving the squirming, fleshy rod a stroke. "Does it hurt?"

"Not exactly," Felicia struggled to say. "It's just sensitive."

"Oh, I understand."

Megan began to stroke the member even harder, causing Felicia to writhe and babble like mad. The girl wasn't kidding about being sensitive. Apparently, the ovipositor was a part of Felicia's body just like any other part of her. She clearly felt every inch of the thing.

"Please, Megan. I can't control myself when you touch it like that."

"That's the idea," Megan answered.

Megan hopped in front of Felicia and yanked the girl's hoodie over her head before she could react. With it gone, Megan could admire the RA's body in all its nascent glory.

The girl's breasts were massive and perfectly round. Her body was curvy, but also well-muscled and bigger than before. Felicia now looked and felt immensely strong, which only turned Megan on even more.

Then there was the monstrosity bulging from Felicia's pussy. That magnificent organ that wasn't quite male or female. The thing undulated in the air like a snake, its sinewy body searching around for a place to lodge itself. Megan was happy to oblige it.

"Megan, you have to stop. I can't control myself."

Megan ignored Felicia. Instead, she pulled off her shirt and her shorts, revealing her luscious body to the RA. She could feel Felicia's eyes rolling along her curves with fascination and hunger.

"I don't think this will help with your hunger problem, but you look like you need a little intimacy," Megan said. "Now let's test this baby out."

Felicia stared at Megan with equal parts horror and desire as the girl squatted down and bared her pussy lips to the monstrous organ. Without hesitation, the squirming thing shot forward entered Megan, causing the pretty brunette to throw her head back and gasp. It was bigger than she was used to.

Felicia screamed as her ovipositor filled Megan to the hilt. She wiggled and arched her back, flailing wildly as pleasure short-circuited her brain.

"Come on," Megan screamed. "Stop resisting and just take me."

Finally, Felicia Owens broke. She seized Megan with her strong arms and forced her to the ground. Before long, she was thrusting the thick, dexterous ovipositor as deep inside of Megan as she could manage.

The pair went at it for a long time after that, rocking back and forth in a breeding rhythm. When they finally stopped, they lay together in the clearing as the sky turned a light orange with the coming afternoon.

Felicia began to weep again, but this time, the tears were relief. The lonely had ended.

6

Cece Ramirez lay on her bed, naked as the day she was born, reveling in the sensation of being filled. Between her legs, she could feel the twisting, writhing mass of flesh that had once been her pet, Wormy. It was a part of her now. That alone exhilarated her.

Cece's body was wracked with a plethora of strange and delightful sensations. Her breasts, so small and unimpressive beforehand, now ached and itched like crazy. They felt swollen and jiggly and every time Cece glanced down at them, she swore they got bigger.

Then there was the pleasant fire radiating from her pussy. It was like the nerve endings down there had multiplied a thousand-fold. It felt incredible! Cece could not stop touching herself down there.

And by touching herself, Cece had discovered the greatest thing about this strange turn of events. Something was coming out of her pussy. She could feel a pair of fleshy tendrils squirming from her nether lips and when she brushed them with her fingers, a shiver ran down her spine.

Cece sat up, feeling her breasts shift. They were definitely getting bigger. She hopped down from her bed, savoring the strange new power she felt in her body. She felt strong and alive like never before.

Looking at herself in the mirror brought Cece even greater delights. She looked amazing. While not unattractive before, Cece's face had taken on a sharp, surreal beauty that made it hard to recognize herself. From the neck on down, her body was erupting with luscious, womanly curves. Already, her breasts looked like they were pushing a c-cup. From the feel of them, they had a lot more growing to go.

Cece clutched her belly and giggled.

"Oh Wormy, what are you doing to me?" She said. Her voice was sweet and rich - almost musical.

As if in response, one of the tendrils dangling from Cece's pussy flicked upwards and brushed her clit, nearly sending the girl to her knees.

"Oh shit, Wormy. You're so forward!"

Cece posed in front of the mirror, drinking in her luscious, burgeoning curves from every angle. She felt beautiful and strong. Like a goddess.

The best part, however, was the fact that she could feel Wormy's presence within her. The creature that had been her pet for such a short time was now intimately linked with her body.

Cece Ramirez had spent most of her life fascinated by all sorts of creepy crawlies and now she got to be one. This seemed very funny to Cece and so she laughed, enjoying the way her voice tinkled through the room.

Outside, Cece heard a couple of boys laughing and running through the hallways and a new sensation arose within her. It was a strange mixture of hunger and desire.

7

Professor Maroney had been droning on about the War of the Roses for nearly twenty minutes by the time Lindsay came to Leah's rescue.