The Overflow (Mass Herm TFTG)
The intersex armageddon initiates.
I'm a picture-perfect face With that wild in my veins You can hear it in my Growl, growl, growl, growl
- K/DA's "POP/STARS"
Bowers tucked his clipboard under his arm and waited for Watts to open the shutter.
Neither of them paid much attention to the shoppers passing by.
Watts muttered "...can't find the key-"
Bowers exhaled. "No hurry," he said, in the way people do when they mean hurry.
Eventually, Watts got the door open, and both men ducked under the shutter. The custodian reached for the switch, flicked it a few times. Nothing happened. The only light came from under the shutter.
Bowers frowned. "Does water damage normally mess with the electricals?"
"Sometimes." Watts reached into his pocket and pulled out a flashlight. He shone it around the empty retail space, noted the dark stains on the walls. "That'll have to be replaced."
"Maybe there's a main breaker switch in the back."
"Maybe. Lets go take a look."
They walked past the counter, and into the stockroom. The shelving units were still there, large and silent, like tombstones. A shiver ran down Bowers' spine.
Something dripped in the dark. Something skittered.
"You people turned off the water, right?"
"Yessir. But if something came up the drain from the sewer..."
More money. "Great."
Watts kept his flashlight beam low, so he was just as surprised as anyone when he lit up a pair of feet.
Followed by a pair of calves.
Then knees, which broadened into hips.
The legs were covered in brown fur, like a rat, which explained the whisking tail.
Not the penis, though.
Neither man realized their jaws were hanging open.
Narrow waist. Arms with claws. Breasts. And a giant rat's head.
Bowers looked into its empty eyes, and swallowed. "M-ma'am?" He held both hands up. "We don't want any trouble."
The woman in the rat costume smiled. It was very realistic. The monster at her crotch twitched.
More rustling.
"Watts?"
"Yeah?"
"We should-"
"Yeah."
Bowers broke for the door. Watts was a second behind. Bowers saw the light through the doorway go dark as something - somethings - got between him and out. The same somethings which ran over the two men like a flood.
Bowers tumbled - was tumbled - over, until the things in the dark seized him, and held hip up. Or maybe down. It was hard to tell.
Something pulled at his pants, his shirt, and soon he was down to his underwear. The arms holding him felt scratchy, like the time he got up in the night and-
No!
He fought back, to no avail. There were just too many of them. They went in straight through the boxers. The sensation of the prick spreading his anus open made him grit his teeth.
Something squeezed his waist. He could feel something reshaping in there, his mass flowing down to his hips, and up to-what?
They let him move his arm, let him feel his swelling chest, his face. He could see better now, in the dark. Could see the moving shapes around her. Could even see Watts' new tail.
Speaking of.
Her own abdomen sprang out of nowhere, and somewhere in the dim, warm haze, he wondered where it came from. It didn't make sense. None of it made sense.
But did it matter?
Pressure on his forehead. Like an injection, but from the inside out.
The carapace grew in over his limbs.
He could smell them. Through her antennae. The miasma of filth and rot and rat and roach and it was glorious. Whole.
The cockroach reached out with all four arms, and pulled her new sisters in much, much closer.
Spread.
-Q-
Altman and Ames Department Store - We made the grade! - sold everything from alligators to zebras, albeit ones made out of polyester and foam. However, they also sold camping equipment, cosmetics, jewelry, and clothing.
Hence the need for a changing room.
And the changing room attendant.
Bella finished her magazine for the third time her shift, and sighed. She had-
She checked her watch.
-she had forty-seven minutes to go.
Maybe I should bring a book next time?
...Nah.
It was be unprofessional to bury your head in your hands and groan, but she did it anyway. Not like the boss was around to see her.
If only they let her bring in a radio. Literally anything would be better than listening to the same canned muzak for hours and hours. Silence, even. Or that clanking noise.
What was that clanking noise?
Bella looked around. Nothing. Not a hangar jangling on the rack. Not a passing rhumba of chain-snakes. She looked up. Not a vent falling o-
Wait, it was a ceiling vent falling open. Over the changing rooms, even. She'd need to call maintenance. Preferably before it dripped onto a customer or, more importantly, the carpet.
In one of the changing rooms, a customer made a noise.
Huh?
Bella turned around. What was that gooshing sound? Was someone having sex in there? Someone was probably having sex in there.
Not again.
Bella knocked on the door. "Sir, are you all right?"
More noises.
Right. Time to retreat and call for backup.
Something wrapped around her leg, and pulled. She hit the ground hard, and something pulled her under the door.
Ow.
Something dripped on her cheek.
She looked up.
The changing room was a lot more occupied than it should be. By both people and dicks.
Well, 'people' was a strong word. They were human - feminine even - in the broad shapes, but certain things were different. Like the tails. And the abdomens. And the empty eyes.
"...Hey?" Bella said, for lack of a better option. Well, she did have a better option; scramble under the door and run. She just needed to buy some breathing room.
But she was pretty certain the only breathing the creatures wanted her to do was through her nose.
In the midst of all the roaches and rats, there was a cat. Something told Bella it was the erstwhile customer. Maybe it was the way it moved, something in the tilt of its head. Maybe it was the boot-cut Levis it held.
They flipped her onto her stomach, and tied her hands behind her. Then the cat thing bent over and-
-licked her?
It felt like sandpaper on her neck. There was a funny warm feeling. Was it acid? Did these things spit acid?
The rats joined in. Careful not to break her skin with their sharp little teeth.
What was that itching feeling? That warmth? The strangeness in her neck.
She felt a strange pressure on the top of her head. Like two nickels trying to escape.
The roaches didn't have tongues, of course. They just skittered over her hands. The muscles in her neck felt stretched, but her hands got stiffer and stiffer.
The hooves might've had something to do with that.
Her wrists lost motion, and strangely, absurdly, her first thought was how am I supposed to hold anyone down?
Oh, of course. Her sisters would always be with her. She wouldn't need t-
What was wrong with her?
She squirmed. But not too hard. Am I even trying to get away now? Do I want to?
She lifted her hand. The golden-ish fur spread down from the wrist. The brown spots followed soon after.
Everything moved away from her. Down, towards her feet.
Wait, no, she was moving.
Wait, no, her head was moving.
The giraffe's nose bonked the lower half of the door, and it flinched. When it opened its eyes, it saw a woman who had just stepped out of the next changing room over.
They stared at each other. The giraffe's ropey tail flicked.
Then the woman looked up at the exit. Then back down. The giraffe could see her thoughts; _Can I make a break for it?_s
Sometimes it's better to act than to think. Like when thinking would give a bunch of strange creatures time to burst out of a nearby dressing room.
-Q-
"Oscar?" Gerald said.
"Yeah?"
"They still out there?"
Both teenagers peeked their head up, so they could see over the counter of the pet shop. They didn't see anyone past the grate Mr. Eaton had pulled down before he left.
"I don't see any," Oscar said.
"Can we make a break for the back room?"
"Definitely."
They scurried toward the swinging door, and through.
"Okay," Oscar said. "They can't see us here."
Gerald's shoulders slumped, and he sighed. "Good thing we were taking inventory."
"Good thing," Oscar said. "But if they get past the gate..."
They both turned to look at the door between the front and the back. And the keyhole. Which they couldn't operate, because the Manager had taken the keys.
Oscar snapped his fingers."We can get out the back door."
Gerald nodded, and headed for the exit.
Oscar caught Gerald's arm, and whispered. "Wait! Check first."
Gerald nodded. "Good idea." He pressed his face to the peephole, and was silent for a minute or so.
"What? What do you see?"
"Hmm?" Gerald leaned back. "Oh, it's not safe."
"What's out there."
"You know Dmitry from the movie theatre?"
"Yeah?"
"They jumped him. Tossed him in a dumpster, held the lid down, and..." He made a familiar motion at his crotch. "Y'know."
"Ew."
"Yeah. Ew. And she came out, like, different."
"She?"
"She."
"Are they really 'she's?"
"Well, they're 90% 'she', so that what I'm going to call 'em."
"Are you going by weight or volume? 'Cause I'm pretty sure it's less than 10%."
"Whatever you say, Tiny."
Oscar picked up the phone. "What should I tell the cops?"
"It's weird people in costumes."
Gerald had pulled out his Nokia 3310. Beep, boop.
Oscar blinked. "Are you...playing Snake?"
-Q-
The local coffee shop was nice. It had corporate-approved music playing while you ate your corporate-approved sandwich and drank your corporate-approved coffee, served in a size that was supposed to be Italian but you were pretty sure it was made up.
It was about to get a whole lot less nice.
The first indication was when one of the bari - sorry, one of the coffee artists - a young woman named Ava walked through the swinging door into the back, and shrieked. The other coffee artist, Burton, looked up.
Ava retreated through the door, followed by a-
Well, it was horny, that much was clear. Some kind of pervert in a rat costume?
Ava grabbed a nearby mug and threw it at the rat. It bounced of the thing's shoulder, but it didn't flinch. It didn't flinch when she threw another mug. Then a packet of tea. Then the blender cup. Then it caught her.
On the far side of the counter, Sheila backed away as the creature shoved Ava onto the counter, knocked the chai tea and tip jar onto the floor. A nickel rolled toward Sheila, hit the toe of her sneaker, fell over.
The soccer mom was never sure, afterward when employee stopped trying to pull herself away, and started bracing herself against the counter to put herself back. She did notice when the dark scales spread over Ava's arms, when her neck stretched out, when a forked tongue flicked out between her lips. And when she moaned and her body curled into an arch, her tail came up too. When her neck came down, her eyes were a reptilian gold, and her underside was the light brown of creamed coffee.
And they met Sheila's.
Sheila's eyes widened.
The dragon smiled.
And then it spread its wings, and launched itself at customer.
Burton yanked the door open. "Everybody out!"
Nobody needed telling twice. Even the people who were staring in horror. Even the ones with their cell phones out. The dragoness was occupied, so they had a few seconds.
Burton split his attention between watching the thing that had been his coworker curl around a customer and wrap her up in its wings and coils, like the worlds most reptilian, gender-ambiguous blanket, and the intruder leaping the counter, heedless of its burns, to go for the slower customers. How long before he could cut and run and still look himself in the eye? How much was he morally required to-
Something grabbed his arm.
Something with claws.
He followed the arm up. The armor plating. Some kind of...humanoid armadillo?
Funny. If you told me yesterday an armadillo would be the most terrifying thing I would ever see-
The creature yanked him out the door.
-Q-
Sheila couldn't move.
It was like she was curling up under the covers with a hot water bottle. Comforting. Dark.
The dragoness's chest - it was a big chest - expanded against Sheila's. It locks its lips against hers, forced them open somehow, and breathed steam, steam that smelled, tasted of...coffee?
Sheila's eyes rolled back in her head, and the heat spread through her head, her throat, her stomach. It moved all the way through her, until steam issued from the hole underneath the little nubbin of a tail. A tail that was a peculiar color, like vanilla. A color that spread all over Sheila. Until it reached her crotch-
Her back bucked, and her new cock slipped right into the darker dragon's folds. just as planned.
As they coupled, the two dragons filled the store with steam. Everyone human groped around blindly with hands which were soon talons, claws, or paws. They didn't find the exits, but they found each other.
There were, of course, an unusual amount of dragons. They spilled out of the store, past a pair of armadillos and what had been the escaped customers. Past a jellyfish and a koi that hadn't quite made it to the fountain.
The reptilian menaces spread their attention between a nearby jewelry store, and Bath and Body and Beyond, and provided both moral and physical support to a pack of dogs that refused to stay off the furniture.
Or the employees.
Mya Ohn curled up in an hot tub and tried not to breathe. She had laughed internally when her boss had told them to sell it, on orders from corporate. It was technically a bath, the boss had said, in the tones of voice someone uses when they don't believe a word they're saying.
Mya wasn't laughing now.
And she was pretty sure she had heard her boss moaning.
And something was sniffing around.
This was like the world's worst game of hide and seek.
Something blocked the light. Mya looked up just as drool splashed onto her cheek.
Oh no.
She lunged for the side of the tub, and the spotted bitch caught her arm. A second later, she landed back in the tub, hard, on her shoulder.
Ow.
She looked up again, and there were the spread legs of the dog-monster-thing. A fat, knotted cock bobbed above her vulva. The bitch positioned its slit above her face-
"Wait!"
-and sat down hard enough to crack Mya's head against the hot tub's plastic. By the time she was through, there was something scaly spreading her legs open, something that breathed smoke or steam into her-
Oh.
Was this what a hot air balloon felt like?
The feeling of being limp, unsatisfied, then spreading into its true shape. Of feeling her legs, her hips stretch. Her teeth growing sharp. Her claws scraping the plastic of the hot tub.
And most importantly-
By the time she stopped coming, both of her sisters were gone. On to the next conquest. To spread.
Seemed like a good idea.
The fire salamander stretched out, and her empty eyes admired its new spots, its slick-looking skin, its fat tail. Some of it was covered in...spatter, but it could take care of that in a jiffy.
If only there wasn't the pressing matter of Cole. He was hiding under a bed, a few meters away.
The salamander slithered out, to give its former co-worker his re-orientation.
-Q-
The dragons tore through the security gate easily. They fell upon the people hiding inside with almost as much ferocity as they pulled the shiny trinkets out of their cases, and sought the ones in the safes.
The manager was reluctant to help, but she soon came around.
And then she just came.
Some of the creatures curled up with their new hoard, and some of the dragons flew to the skylights. After a few seconds of effort, they wheeled toward a nearby bench, and flew it up to use as a battering ram. Glittering shards fell to the floor, and the dragons struggled through, their scales proof against the sharp edges.
Some scientists have observed and studied the way birds move, the way they can make course changes in the same instant without any visible communication.
Perhaps it was something similar that made the dragons wheel toward the vents on the roof.
-Q-
The girl in sweatpants and a hoodie had been focused on the arcade machine for a while, and was well into her flow state. The place was dark and cool and she didn't mind the smell of freon.
Then she lost a level. Fifteen seconds to continue.
She reached into the pocket and pulled out a quarter. Her last quarter. "Can anyone spot me a-"
The arcade was empty.
Everyone had apparently taken their pants off. And shirts. They were just...lying around. Some laid in wet puddles that weren't just the normal spilled sodas.
Okay, fine.
When she cleared the level, she didn't immediately select the next one. Instead, she sniffed out some more quarters in various pockets. That is, she literally sniffed them out. She could smell the metal, somehow. of course, it was a little harder to actually see, since her nose was so big and black now, but she persevered.
Say, that was a good idea! Her sweatpants were baggy, but they were still tight around the hips. She slid them off - after she checked for any stray quarters, of course - and resumed her stance at Polybius.
What the-her tits were in the way! She couldn't see the controls anymore!
Fine. She bent over. This also kept her antlers from hitting the top of the machine. Her hooves felt better, like she was meant to bend over.
Somewhere, at the back of her mind, some part of her was dimly aware that she was supposed to go out, and spread , but...she hadn't run out of quarters yet.
Her cock dripped onto the carpet.
So she played on, with the glow of the arcade machine flickering in her blank, flat eyes.
Unable to move.
Almost literally a deer in the headlights.
-Q-
"If I could be a were-something," Oscar said, "I'd be a chicken, because I get to lay eggs. And nobody would see me coming."
"You'd be a six-foot humanoid chicken," Gerald said.
"Exactly! Who expects a chickenoid to be dangerous?"
The pet shop's back room, it may interest you to know, was on a separate HVAC system from the store floor. A quirk of the building's construction which would save Oscar and Gerald.
Briefly.
There were several noises outside, not unlike a bunch of animals getting bigger, more humanoid, and, of course, much, much more excited.
Both teenagers half-rose from where they had been sitting. They could scurry into Eaton's office, but the door wouldn't keep out a determined chihuahua, much less those...things.
Gerald said "Maybe we could grab a mop from the bathroom and turn it into a spear?"
Oscar shook his head. "Wouldn't work."
"Why not? Because we don't have a knife?"
"Because it's made of plastic."
Gerald blinked. "Oh, yeah."
"If they got past the gate..."
"Can they change pets?"
"Can...can they open doors?"
The door burst open, and the creatures boiled into the background in a tidal wave of lust.
Perhaps, in some dim way, they remembered their caretakers, and wanted to care for them in turn.
Or perhaps they just wanted to spread.
They attacked Gerald first. Perhaps they trusted him more. Perhaps he gave them more treats.
Perhaps they, somehow, knew he was slower.
As Gerald fell to the ground under the flood of fur and talon and claw, Oscar scrambled back, out of range. He edged away as the things ripped Gerald's pants off, ripped his shirt open. They went in straight through his boxers.
He screamed, reached out to Oscar.
Oscar just pressed against the wall, and shook his head.
Gerald said "Help me!"
And Oscar ran. He had once been in track, the things already had Gerald. I'm doing the right thing. I can't save him.
Just before he turned the corner, he stopped, looked back.
Into Gerald's empty, golden, slitted eyes.
-Q-
The black and white Crown Victoria had been sitting in the parking lot for a full minute now.
The two cops watched, with jaws hanging low, as a team of the things worked together to bend a hefty bearded man over his own tailgate. He didn't get any less barrel-shaped, but a close observer might've been able to notice the widened hips, the two bulges in his flannel shirt. But you didn't need to look too close to see the thick fur spouting all over the bear's body.
And it wasn't the only hapless victim. Just the nearest one. They could see them happening all over the parking lot. Several flying fluids had spattered on the closed windows already.
That had definitely not been a prank call.
Unfortunately, the scene was so arresting both cops failed to notice the flock of dragons, birds, and other flying things headed straight for them.
"Kennison?" said the man behind the wheel.
"Sarge?"
His voice was dead level. "Think those people care about regular bullets?"
The younger officer leaned forward, and squinted. Slowly, she said "I...don't think they care about anything but the nearest warm hole."
"Just what I thought. We are not up to this. Let's just back out of the lot before-"
"They noticed us!"
Maher swore, shifted into reverse, half-turned, and stomped on the gas pedal. "Kennison, get on the horn!"
"On it." She called in the 261, then looked up just in time to see two things land on the hood with a series of thunks. Scaly, long, with wings and tails. One was coffee-colored, the other was a creamy vanilla.
Maher looked forward, for half a second, then gritted his teeth and kept reversing.
Kennison said "are those...dragons? What's wrong with their eyes?"
The creatures bent over, toward the bottom of the windscreen.
Maher caught it out of the corner of his eye. His brow creased. "What are they doing? Eating the windshield wipers?"
Kennison's eyes went wide, and she lunged for the AC intake switch, but it was already too late.
Someone took their foot off the gas. The Crown Vic bumped up against a minivan and stopped, its interior filled with steam. The creatures caught up, surrounded it.
Some loped, padded, hopped, or flew off to get tire irons from nearby cars.
A hand slammed into the car's glass from the inside.
It twitched, thickened, grew muscle and pads. The dog's claws scraped against the inside of the glass-
-Q-
The store's bathroom was small. Just a sink that wouldn't stop dripping and a toilet.
Oscar locked the door behind him. Could he get out the window? No, even if he could, there were more of those things out there. He sat on the toilet tank instead, and put his feet on the closed seat.
The cops would be there soon.
...Right?
Drip, drip.
He wrapped his arms around himself and tried to stop shaking.
Something touched his leg.
Oscar dove away. Or he would've, if something powerful didn't wrapped around his body. Like a bridge cable with scales.
"Ossscar."
"G-Gerald?" Oscar threw himself backward and forward, to no avail.
"Not anymore. Now, I'm ssso much better."
It was dark in the bathroom, but Oscar closed his eyes anyway. Something - two things - pressed against his chest.
Drip, drip.
"I really ssshould thank you. If you hadn't run away, I wouldn't get the pleasure of changing you myself."
Two things pressed against Oscar's stomach. Wait, didn't snakes have-
"I alwaysss thought you were hot. Shame you weren't gay."
Something pressed its lips to Oscar's. Something forked flicked into his mouth.
"We are going to make so many eggs. I can't wait to see them spread you open."
Drip, drip.
-Q-
The mall maintenance office was a quiet room with unpainted walls, and a battered metal desk that was probably older than the mall itself.
Silva leaned back in a chair just as old as the desk, with his feet up. He licked his finger, and turned to the next page of a glossy magazine his employers probably would've frowned at.
He had been engaged in this fashion for roughly an hour, since his partner left.
The door creaked open. Silva looked up as he said "are you done checking out that empty..."
The creature was like a rat, and yet...not. Rats weren't about human sized, with human hips, waist, and arms. Rats didn't wear the tattered remains of a janitor outfit with WATTS on the breast, an outfit stained with things Silva didn't want to think about. Rats didn't have those empty, flat eyes.
Doll's eyes.
The nine-mil in the desk drawer was strictly against company policy. So Silva had never told the company.
Problem was, Watts knew about it too.
They stared at each other. A bead of sweat trickled down Silva's face. His heart played a beat he hadn't heard since he came home from Grenada.
Then they both moved.
ENDF
The Overflow 2018 Nequ CC-SA-NC Fan stories and fanart welcome.
Here's a thought; according to most estimates, all the insects on earth weigh several dozen times more than all the humans. And this story's penis-popping, pussy-penetrating plague affects them as well - I'm not sure - we could end up with an insectile apocalypse.
Of course, some kind of apocalypse would happen pretty definitely, since almost every human on Earth will end up an insatiable intersex invader. You think we'll see anyone farming instead of...you know? Stocking the shelves at Kmart? Forcing an ugly shirt on over their massive mammaries?
"Isn't Kmart dying?"
You know what I mean.
-Q-
Other mall stories of mine:
Obeysance: Going Up (Latex hermification)