Change For the Better (w/spaceandwitchcraft)

[kckolbe]

It had been nice to see Mindy again.

Jim hadn't seen much of her since she graduated high school and gone off to college. She'd gotten more attractive since he'd last seen her. She'd never been unattractive, but there was something about her now that made it so that he couldn't stop thinking of her, which was a pretty impressive accomplishment under the circumstances. After all, there were certainly other worthwhile things to be thinking about at the moment.

His day had started off plainly enough, and he still was trying to piece together how he'd ended up in his current predicament. He'd gone to work and done some rounds. When he'd come home, he'd noticed Mindy standing out in the yard of her parents' house, his neighbors. By the way she was dressed, she was clearly becoming a little more comfortable with her body, and he'd had to make a small effort not to stare. She'd said goodbye to her parents and he'd lingered outside to chat with her for a bit before giving her a hug goodbye. She'd always been affectionate, yet her return hug had surprised him, pressing close to him as though unaware that he no longer saw his neighbor's daughter when he looked at her. He must have been hard when he hugged her; he was hard now just remembering it...

Shaking his head, he re-focused his thoughts again. She was leaving...what happened next? She'd gotten into her car and started it. No, tried to start it. The car hadn't worked. He'd offered to take her home and she'd kindly rejected the offer. What a night that could have been...alone with her in her apartment, changing out of her clothes...FOCUS! Instead, he'd ended up agreeing to take her a few miles away to an auto parts place. What then?

He spent several minutes trying to remember what happened there, mental pains and thoughts of Mindy's body complicating the task. We never made it there. He remembered now. Something had intercepted them, his memory had blank spots, but that much he knew. They were alien in the most literal sense. Somehow they'd split up he and Mindy, but he didn't know how. He just remembered being on a table. Several of them were standing over him. There was a pain in his abdomen. He woke up here in some sort of cell, but it was dark and he couldn't see anything. His stomach still hurt...most of his body did. He felt bloated and sore and his head was in agony.

He wished he could see, could find Mindy. He wanted to see her, even if she was asleep. He wished he could see her asleep in bed, pulling away the covers to see her body...feel it. His cock was harder than ever, and throbbed painfully. He imagined it inside her. He blacked out while stroking himself uncontrollably.

 

[spaceandwitchcraft]

Mindy woke up incredibly dizzy, with strange prickling sensations and pains all through her torso and throat. Her leg muscles were sore, a pain that reminded her of the ballet she used to do as a child. As she adjusted to the cold of what she realized was a cell, she tried to piece together the events that led her there.

Even before she blacked out, Mindy had had a strange sort of day. Visiting with her family had grown to be awkward since she went to college, and now that she had her own place and was starting a real office job, she felt that was even more so the case. Her parents had hoped that she would find herself a husband while in school, but all of her relationships had been failures. She had stopped seeking them out halfway through, but no matter what it was the same story. She was so bored by the time they started getting intimate, she had started considering that she might be asexual. In any case, she was more focused on her career, and she had had several fights with her mother about the subject, as if somehow her personal success would be irrelevant until she was married. It infuriated the young woman, and so her car breaking down on top of her having a shit weekend had her wanting to swear up a storm.

But she hadn't left straight away. James, her neighbor for as long as she could remember, had been outside his house. It had been nice to see him. He was always so kind to her, and when she was young and her parents weren't home, she knew she could always come over and feel safe. She had never had any sort of weird vibe from him, which was part of why she was surprised when she thought his embrace was a little too affectionate. He was a kind man, older but not so much for it to be weird, and so they hugged when she saw him. She knew that in recent years he had finished medical school and started off in a rather nice practice for himself, but his busy schedule meant that he usually wasn't around when she visited her family. They had had a nice chat, and he had offered to take her home. It was a perfectly nice offer, but she didn't want to give the wrong impression. She had had plenty of experiences with older men, and she noticed that the way he looked at her now was just a little different than she remembered. In any case, the drive would have been far too long for her to feel comfortable with the hospitality. So he took her to the auto parts shop.

Except that didn't happen. As Mindy tried to quell her headache, and figure out where she was, she remembered bits and pieces of a lost memory. There was white light. A loss of gravity. She had screamed, holding onto James for comfort. They were violently separated from each other as they were flung from the car, and she remembered so much cold. Strange creatures, and she was sure that it couldn't be but they were. Aliens. She hoped that part of her memory was just a dream, but as she clutched her torso, she remembered being knocked out again and again. There was some sort of changes to her. When she looked down, she realized why she was so cold. She had been stripped of all her clothing. On top of that, she immediately saw that her breasts had gotten at least one cup size larger. She crawled to the wall to help stand herself up, and felt and saw the full changes of her body. Her hips were literally wider. She had no idea how that managed to happen, since there wasn't a single surgical scar on her body, but it was clearly the case. She felt more flexible, though with a slight bit of soreness, and she could swear that her neck was a little thicker and longer, as if her throat at been expanded. Mindy was terrified to try walking, but she did so, getting used to the newness of her body. She rushed to the door of the cell, which had what seemed like lasers stopping her from leaving.

"James? James, where are you?" she called out into the echoing metal chambers. She saw a shadow of a figure lying in the cell across from her, but as she looked closer, she realized it was a corpse. It had been a human woman, probably about James's age, but it looked like she had been torn apart. Her jaw had been torn off by something, and there was bruising around her pelvis, as well as another hole in her torso, her organs exposed and dried up. It looked like the body had only been there a few days, but the sight was so terrifying, Mindy could not stop screaming as she retreated back to the far wall of the cell. Then, there was nothing but silence for a moment. She saw the laser barrier of her cell disappear. She crawled toward it carefully, but then saw a large, strange shadow nearby as she did. Something was coming. She froze in fear, watching to see what would approach.

 

[kckolbe]

There was very little to remember.

It remembered feeling weak and scared, inside an alien host incapable of serving him. There was a fight, starting with its mind, disabling it from interfering.

Now able to focus, it went to work on his host. There were loud screams, but it ignored them. They would soon subside. It knew that.

Steps were slow, unsteady. Its tentacles, not made for walking, were serviceable enough, but chasing down prey was not an option. It needed something weak, or trapped. It began searching, the eyes on either side of its head scanning the small room and finding nothing. The room had once seemed much bigger. There were red lights, and sounds coming from somewhere on the other side. The sounds were alien, and sounded afraid. It sounded like prey.

The light means pain. It didn't know how it knew that, but it waited, looking for another escape. The red disappeared. It was free to hunt.

More slow steps, pauses to look around. Depth perception was difficult now, the creature adjusting to having four eyes along the sides of its head. It continued plodding forward until it was out of the cell. Despite its size, the creature moved quietly, its weight distributed among six thick tentacles. There were other cells on either side of a corridor that ended in a dead end. It knew that its prey resided in one of the cells, in the direction from which it had heard the loud sounds earlier.

Ahead and to the right, the red lights disappeared. Pain wall gone now, prey to take. Its lips parted in what could only generously be called a smile, its long jaw split to reveal wide teeth, good for clamping hold of prey. Something inside the cell made a loud noise, much louder than before. It moved faster, clumsily but with purpose, its sound covered by the ongoing screams from inside the cell.

The screaming stopped. It paused again, wondering what stopped the noise. Was its prey dead? Moving into the cell, it noticed a body on the far end of the cell. Instinctually, two tentacles shot forward and grabbed the prey's arm, lifting it to inspect it. Parts of the prey fell out from its middle and plopped onto the ground, and a third tentacle ran down over the corpse, poking at the exposed hole in its torso. Useless. Dead long time. Couldn't have made noise. It dropped the corpse against the wall and slowly scanned the room, its eyes still adjusting.

It saw her. She was near the wall. The creature leered at her, leaning forward, its lower two tentacles spread out to its sides, the upper two waving back and forth with each step forward. It continued until only a few feet away then stopped, examining her as best as it could from a distance. Without warning, it struck. Two tentacles shot forward as before, grabbing her arms and pulling her toward it, her legs scraping against the ground as she was pulled near. Spinning her around until her face was turned away, the tentacles worked together to pin her arms to her sides and slowly began squeezing, making breathing more difficult.

 

[spaceandwitchcraft]

Mindy saw the beginnings of a tendril of flesh, and that was enough to get her adrenaline pumping. She retreated back into the other end of the cell, unable to grip anything on the cold metal of it. The alien creature seemed impossible, unlike the ones she had seen in her vague memory of the moments before awakening. There was no way this was a creature that could function well enough. It was moving lewdly and with purpose, a mass of giant tentacles. It was the most foreign creature the human could imagine.

She jumped at the sight of it lashing out at the corpse, picking it up to inspect it. She realized as it dropped the remnant of torso that it hadn't realized at first that it was a dead body. She shuddered, and then her heart raced again. The way it reached was impossibly fast. If it found her... She tried to be calm, to not make a sound. But it saw her just the same. Her eyes were full of terror, and she tried not to cry from fear. Was that old corpse a prior victim of this thing? Was she next? She did not want to die in such a terrible way.

The creature leered and Mindy let out a blood curdling scream. Before she could even think to escape to either side, she saw and felt the tentacles at her wrists in an instant, and she screamed again as she was pulled toward the creature. "No! No! P-p-please!" she begged, doubting she could be understood, but still unable to stop. Her legs dragged on the cold metal floor, and she yelped as she was spun around. She couldn't see it any more, only feel its odd, warm fleshy tendrils wrapping around her. She struggled in its grip, but it was squeezing her torso so tight, she gasped for air. She hoped then that it would kill her off quickly before tearing her apart like the last woman who was here. She sobbed as she continued to gasp for breath.

 

[kckolbe]

The creature did not know what the woman was called, but it knew what it had to do with her, and that it was to do it the moment that the pain color went away. When it saw her, it knew that she was the one he was after.

It did not understand the sounds that she made, nor did it care to process them. Something else about her was wrong, but the face matched whatever was imprinted in its memory. Having verified what he was looking for, it turned her around, its immediate need not requiring her face.

It lifted her off the ground, suspending her in front of it, and tilted her forward. A new tentacle emerged, as thick as the ones it walked on. Its tip hovered behind her, waiting as the creature used two more of its tentacles to wrap around her legs, drawing them apart and exposing her sex. The tentacle shot forward, stretching her entrance as it buried itself inside her.

 

[spaceandwitchcraft]

Mindy struggled against the creature as it lifted her into the air. She tried to look behind, and felt more tentacles grabbing at her legs, their strength impressive as they forced them apart despite her struggling. She was fully exposed now, and she feared why that was happening.

It was a flash of pain and shock as flesh entered her, her pussy stretched apart to an impossible limit. She screamed anew, blood-curdling as it pressed on into her. She tried to look, tried to see what incredible thickness was forcing its way into her, tears dripping down her cheeks as her body somehow managed to handle this. I should be dead right now, Mindy thought, realizing her hips were wider for this reason. A flashing image of the corpse she had seen gave her a sick realization of what her future could hold, if she did not survive. And yet, she was surviving. She wasn't sure, as she continued to struggle, that she was happy about that.

 

[kckolbe]

The creature didn't completely understand how the woman's body had been altered, but it did know that the insertion was "right." The woman was able to satisfy its need, as the many nerves along its inserted tentacle told it, bringing it joy. It pushed further, the tentacles wrapped around her limbs pulling her to and away from it in time with its thrusts, somehow aware of the give inside her. This one would not end up like the last one.

The screams were heard, but they meant nothing. Empathy was no longer something it possessed. The sensations were too pleasurable. Almost unconsciously, other tentacles began to twitch, moving themselves toward her as though to watch. The tentacles wrapped around her limbs began uncoiling slowly, sliding closer to her torso.