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_ asteroid-a2 _

_ / pt. 1 of ? / _

arctophily ?

The sample they'd retrieved from the asteroid had been troubling at best, exhausting at worst. It had taken several government clearances to even approach the exposed rock, which was being kept top-secret so as not to cause mass panic, and the couple that owned the field that it had landed in was all too grouchy about the strange greenish-black ooze that pulsed out of the rock's many cracks.

The ooze itself was another issue, now that Doctor Melisa thought about it, slipping her slender arms into the arms of her white lab coat. It had been oddly compelling to all of the scientists that had approached it, to the point where they began to remove their masks and gloves, eyes blank as they stepped closer and closer into the asteroid's radius. Restraining them had led to violence, and one of her colleagues, Angela Morrison, had clawed her way out of security's grip to lick the slime like a thirsty man being offered a drop of water in the desert. Her pupils ballooned as they finally pulled her away, and she no longer struggled. The last time Melisa had heard of her, she was being kept in quarantine and monitored, probably for the rest of her life.

"Poor Angela," she mumbled to herself, as she was prone to doing. Melisa Johnson wasn't a very outgoing young woman, having earned her stripes through several thousand hours of introspective studying in and out of the lab, but she was only as mousy as she was beautiful. Straightening out the coat around her small, perky chest, she pulled her long brown hair into a ponytail and finished suiting up in the sterilization chamber. From there, she pulled a tablet from one of the charging ports on the wall and scanned her eyes and thumbs to be allowed access into the sample's chamber.

So far, tests on the asteroid specimen had proven to yield some very interesting results. Testing it under extreme conditions, in temperatures that were so hot and so cold that they began to cause irreversible damage to the actual equipment itself, proved no threat. The ooze was just as it had been from the beginning. Getting it under a microscope had shown structures that looked similar to fungi, that same, multi-celled network of singleminded fervor, but unlike fungi it seemed to be impervious to any kind of damage. If it sustained any, it would simply grow back what it was missing. And it stayed the same size, no matter what it was fed, though it absorbed any food it was given.

It made Melisa curious. And it made the government curious, too. That was why, when it came time for her to feed it, she was all too excited to.

"Doctor Johnson recording. Commencing feeding of the specimen Asteroid-A2," she said, into the tablet's recorder. Tapping the window away, she approached the table where the ooze lay dormant in a container that seemed almost like a fish tank. The glass was triple-reinforced, though it seemed to perk up at her presence, a bubble popping lazily on its surface.

She grabbed the pincers and the small bowl of plain sugar cubes she had been given to feed it, picking up a cube. It was blissfully quiet in here, compared to the rest of the labs, which were always hustling and bustling with scientists and specimens and this and that. And for what it was worth, she almost found the little slime...cute. It hugged the cube she dropped into its hatch, pulling it into itself, and began to undulate on it as if it were chewing.

Unfortunately, the downside of being in such an isolated corner of the lab meant that the main alarm system was much too quiet. A red light flashed frantically outside of the sterilization door, well away from where she was, and the tablets themselves were recording devices, not for communication. If she were an inch closer to the door, she would have heard the tense voice of one of the security technicians:

" - Repeat, AA-Morrison has left quarantine. Evacuate immediately, and do not engage."

A few inches closer than that, and she would have heard the yells that cut off into surprised screams, and then into moans.

But no, Melisa was happy just to coo at the quietly eating slime, making observations idly as she tapped away on the tablet. Nothing had changed, as far as she could tell. And nothing would change, except when a very gooey, very determined fist began to dent the metal of the door keeping her from what had befallen the scientists before her.

At the loud sound of the metal crumpling, Melisa jumped up and stumbled back into the nearest wall, green eyes widening behind her glasses. The slime seemed to sense something, climbing up the sides of the tank and ignoring the rest of its sugar, and began to hurl itself from side to side as the door began to crumple in further and further. She wanted to move or scream or do something that would save her, but every cell she had was frozen with fear, including the ones in her brilliant mind.

"Oh, god," whispered Melisa into her breathing mask, as the door was finally wrenched from its hinges. "Angela."

Angela Morrison was there, but she was no longer the woman she had been. Her short black bob had grown long and messy around her shoulders, ones that looked positively puny next to the gigantic breasts that had sprouted on her chest. Naked, swollen nipples dripped with thick white, leaving trails of milk down her tiny waist, and she'd gained curves that seemed almost cartoonish for a woman of her petite stature. Her beautiful blue eyes were now slivers around a completely dark eye, mostly pupil, and her hands dripped with a greenish-black ooze that retreated back into her skin in rivulets that Melisa could see moving underneath. And between her legs was the biggest, thickest erection.

She was beautiful, and Melisa could only stare as she stalked into the room, picking up the cage and throwing it so hard onto the concrete that the concrete itself smashed from the impact. Chips of it bounced off of Melisa's coat, and she whimpered as Angela rounded on her, extending her hand in a come-hither gesture.

Melisa knew she needed to be scared, but she only felt a strange warmth beginning to pool in her lower belly, even more so when Angela came to rip the breathing mask off of her face. She smelled like honeysuckle and roses, and something musky and feral Melisa couldn't place.

"You," said Angela, and pointed to the glass case. "Open."

She scrambled to do so, clicking open the hatch and letting the slime crawl out. She expected it to join its kin in Angela. She expected to be left alone.

She didn't expect Angela to smile and push her to her knees, kicking her legs open and holding her up by the neck. Her other hand extended a long, sharp claw of slime, ripping through the fabric covering her nether regions like a hot knife through butter.

Melisa's head was spinning, and the hot milk that dripped from Angela's breasts was absolutely teeming with that delicious scent. A drop landed on her mouth, and she licked it away without thinking.

Instantly, her pussy moistened, and the slime was at her knee, climbing upward. With the last of her mental faculties not overridden by sex, she whimpered in alarm.

"Loud," said Angela, and pulled her face to the cock in front of her. Melisa groaned and began to shake her head, which only translated to nuzzling that cock, and Angela rumbled in approval. It would only be a matter of time.

The slime was at her inner thigh by the time she took the head of Angela's cock into her mouth, and her eyes rolled back when it entered her, expanding. This was what would make it grow. The hot insides of a viable creature. It occurred to her all at once that this was a parasite, and that it would do as all parasites did - breed, and create more of itself. She swallowed around Angela's cock and felt a hot gush of honey enter her mouth, and knew without seeing it that it was more of the ooze, filling her from both sides.

Angela didn't fuck her mouth, not then, but she pumped more and more ooze into Melisa's mouth as the slime took control of her cunt. Melisa, lost to everything but the pleasure, only twitched and grunted. She continued to twitch as she reached maximum capacity, falling to the ground with the slime still leaking from both orifices, and Angela waited as she stroked her still-hard, eternally hard cock.

The slime crawled inside of Melisa, and she began to change, too. The slime moved under her skin, changing her muscle mass. Her shoulders were thrown back as two huge tits began to balloon out from underneath her nipples, bringing her shocks of pleasure that made her howl incoherently. Yes, they were filling with milk, too! Hot, sloshing milk that made her feel like she was carrying two gallons in each udder, and with her areolas stretching to match them. Her nipples extended almost an inch, swelling and throbbing with the need to be emptied into someone's unsuspecting mouth, and they were so buoyant that they almost stood up by themselves in perfect, round circles.

More slime went to her thighs, and her ass, causing them to swell with luscious, soft flesh. She was becoming infinitely more sensitive now, especially with the skin just over her pubic mound rising to form her own veiny, throbbing cock, even thicker than Angela's. It began to leak, sprouting balls the size of basketballs underneath it, and providing an ample source for the slime cum she would be spurting into her next victims.

Finally, the slime completed her transformation by attacking her brain, reducing it to the feral need to reproduce. She swallowed a mouthful of drool, rising to her feet. She knew nothing but breeding now. More slime, more victims, more just like her. She would never be mousy Melisa again, but a powerhouse of sex and slime.

She nodded to Angela, who had stopped stroking herself and now bowed to her. They were two of many. And they would only keep spreading, and breeding, until the whole world was controlled by the slime that now controlled them.