The Gates of Hell, Chapter 9

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The Gates of Hell, Chapter 9

The Damned Thing

By William W. Kelso

The rift that opened between worlds was small, and did not last for very long. A yellow tinted mist leaked thorough; reeking of sulfur, and the only other thing was a small slug like creature about four inches long. It had curled up into a ball as it tumbled through, and remained motionless for awhile. The sudden temperature change, and brighter light stunning it momentarily. But it soon recovered, and slithering quickly moved to find a safe haven, finally sliding through one of the holes on a manhole cover. It was pleased in a dim kind of way with the environment in which it found itself, and quickly adapted to its new home. Then it began seraching for what it needed next.

There are things in this universe that shouldn't exists, there can be no justification for such pure malevolence to have ever been created, or allowed to evolve, if there is some sort of God or Supreme Being. If there is, he must have been taking a break or lying down on the job. Call it a demon, an alien, a monster, all are probably correct as it certainly meets the description of all three. How do I know? I AM the thing, or at least part of it, or is it a part of me?? But it was in full control, at least at first, but as we become more and more the same thing it's affecting my mind, making me more and more IT. That is the final horror, to become IT and still remember having been something else.

The woman looked at me with dull eyes, but intelligence still shone in them, as I attempted to explain, beg her forgiveness; make her understand I had no choice. That was the first thing taken from me, I no longer have much sympathy or compassion, those were among the first things taken from me by the thing, but I do want her to understand, and maybe, forgive?

My story starts a few years ago, and what seems like a lifetime ago as it was when my old life ended and my new life; if I am truly still alive, began. As I've said I have no idea where it came from. Hell, another dimension, an evil genius's laboratory, a planet far away in time and space, your guess is as good as mine. And why did it have to pick me, out of all the other billions of people on our tiny little world, why me?? What did I do to attract its attention, to deserve this? I guess I was just in the right place, at the wrong time.

I lived in a small midsized city; now in the no-go quarantine zone; because of me and other things like; and different from, me, and was pretty happy, or at least content. I had a decent job, a nice apartment, spending money, and good friends. And a lover, now long gone with so many others. I no longer try to remember her face; if I do it is always twisted in terror. It was Memorial Day weekend, and I had the holiday off as my boss was a vet. And it would turn out to be a memorable day as well in other ways. The day I died, and was reborn as...something else. Or maybe I didn't die, it just felt like it, and I wish I had-and stayed that way. It would be so nice to be dead.

Jean; my girlfriend, and I had gone to a movie, had a late dinner at an all night restaurant out on the highway, and gone to her house for a night of lovely love making. She was slender with small firm breasts, a big pubic thatch, and a nice tight little pussy she loved me to explore and slick up with my tongue before the main event. She was an energetic lover too, bucking and arching under me, clawing at my back and squealing while I fucked her. We were good for each other, it could have worked. That was another thing that was taken from me. The thing I am takes, that's what it does, and in my case a little at a time. Even though we are one now it still relishes tormenting me. It will leave nothing soon enough, and hopefully, mercifully, will finally take my memories as well. But I doubt it; it feeds off of the anguish and pain of those unfortunate enough to become a part of IT. After our night long bout of intense pleasure Jen had to go to work, nurses don't get days off. If she'd stayed, who knows, maybe things would have been different, maybe she could have helped while there was still time.

After she left I got cleaned up, then puttered around her place cleaning up after the night's festivities. Then I headed home to my apartment, for a nice long weekend of doing not much of anything. Jean had to work all weekend so I planned on catching up on some chores, but mainly just goofing off, which I was very good at doing. I took a hot shower since I was still sticky from the previous night's love making, and then sat down on the toilet to get a load off my mind, and as I was sitting on the 'throne' it struck. It wasn't a violent horror filled attack; the horror came later, but it was swift. No meteorite, no slobbering monster in the basement, no mad scientist injecting me, no alien invasion, no tentacled horror from another dimension, it got me when I was taking a crap. How it got in the toilet I'll never know, but I guess it came up through the sewer somehow. It's one of its many 'habitats', it likes dark foul places. I had tucked my penis between my legs to pee; I was taking a dump too, when I suddenly felt something wet on the head of my penis. At first I thought I'd splashed something on it; gross, so grabbed some TP and reached down to wipe it off, and felt something rubbery squirm against my fingers! With a worried 'WTF!" I pulled my penis up, and to my surprised and revulsion what looked like a slug or leech, a rather large one, was forcing itself down my urethra! It was the color of midnight in a cave, a slick pure black, body glistening wetly. As it slid into me it made soft slurping sounds.

With a loud 'SHIT!" I started pulling at it, but it was covered with a super slick slimy mucus like thin Vaseline, and I couldn't get a grip! It was already half way in, the head of my penis bulging painfully. There is no way it can fit in there!! I thought, but was wrong of course. In the meantime my cock had been getting hard, making its intrusion even more painful, and grunting in pain I kept trying to get a grip, sink my fingernails into its soft rubbery body, to try and pull the damn thing out. But soon I watched helplessly as the tip of its tail disappeared into my throbbing aching cock, and I was also hornier then Hell. The damn slime it was covered in was acting like an aphrodisiac, and with a moan I started stroking my shaft, at first to try to force the bulge slowly moving down my shaft back out, but more and more because those attempts became actual masturbation. Maybe I can blast it out, I thought in a daze of painful pleasure. As I ran my hand up and down my cock I could feel the bulge, moving slowly, but surely, down the shaft, but it felt so good now! Of course I realize now that was its intent, to render me temporarily 'cooperative' through extreme sexual pleasure.

I almost forgot it was there as my pleasure increased, speeding up my strokes, and then with a guttural groan of pleasure I orgasmed, grunting as cum blasted from the head of my cock, and then I noticed in horror that it turned red towards the end until I was cumming blood! I staggered to my feet, and whimpered when I saw one of my balls was four times the size of the other one now. I grabbed it and could feel it squirming; the leech was INside my balls! Oh Jesus! I thought, and started to run for the phone, I needed to call the hospital to send an ambulance; some kind of damn parasite was inside my BALLS!

I never made it to the phone, it knew what I was doing, and all of a sudden excruciating pain radiated out from my balls, and I fell to my knees moaning and grasped myself, then came another wave of pain as I had another bloody orgasm, and I fell over on my side and passed out. Things like this shouldn't happen on bright sunny summer mornings, they should happen in dark dank dungeons, crypt, or caves, someplace foul and hidden.

When I woke up I found it was hard to move, my movements jerky and almost comical, like I was drunk or sick. At first I didn't remember what had happened, why was I on the floor?? Then as I managed to sit up I realized I had a raging erection, and looking down at myself gave a moan of horror as I saw what was nestled between my legs. My cock was fairly normal, painfully hard with a thick mucus oozing from my urethra, but my balls were massive, they had swollen to the size of cantaloupes, and were lumpy like they were full of golf balls, and they were moving! Squirming and churning from whatever was inside them! And it felt...wonderful. I moaned from the sickening pleasure as my cock suddenly throbbed, and a gout of the pink tinted 'cum' spurted from it, then it just kept oozing. There was a big puddle of the thick sticky goo on the floor under me, and my nude body was coated in the stuff. It reminded me of the slime trail a slug leaves behind it, and I realized with disgust it was oozing from my skin like sweat.

Got to call an ambulance!! I thought, and tried to get up, and another wave of agony washed over me, and with a gasping sob I sat back down. It was like having your testicles ruptured again and again. As soon as I quite my effort to get help the pain faded, and a short time later I moaned in pleasure as I had another involuntary 'orgasm'. Two more attempts to call for help resulted in agonizing pain; each time worse than the last, and when I stopped trying I'd 'cum' again a short time later, the horrible unwanted pleasure intense. Oh God, I realized, I'm being punished, then rewarded! And when I got up to get a drink of water nothing happened, it was like somehow whatever was doing this KNEW what my intensions were! Later I would realize how right I was. My new 'partner' was making sure I knew who the boss was. And just staggering to the faucet was hard, and I had to cradle my obscene squirming balls in my hands.

At that point; if I'd been able to fight the pain long enough to call for help it might have still been possible to save me. It would have meant castration and emasculation to remove the thing growing; incubating, in my genitals, but at least I would still have been...human. Had it entered my rectum, well, it would have been way too late. But of course I still had no real idea as to what was going on.

The rest of the day, and night, my balls continued to grow as the thing inside them reached maturity. It kept me 'quiet' by periodically giving me intense sexual pleasure, and I would stroke my aching cock moaning in ecstasy as more of the ooze spurted from my cock as I 'orgasmed'. I knew something was horribly wrong; that was pretty obvious, but just thinking about getting help caused intense pain; and when the phone rang once I tried to answer and the pain made be pass out before I could even get to my feet. It was like I was being skinned alive or dipped in boiling water. I could FEEL my skin peeling away or blistering, even though nothing happened. The thing growing in my balls had already taken rudimentary control of my nervous system; one of its first moves to establish dominance over its 'host', and imitated the exact same feelings such tortures would have produced. The pain was very real, but there was no actual physical damage. It didn't want that, after all I was its new 'home'. By the dawn of the second day my balls were almost the size of bowling balls, and they were never still as they squirmed and pulsated, thick pulsing veins throbbing on their taught stretched skin, a sickening pleasure radiating out from them keeping me weak and disoriented.

Finally I couldn't take the horror anymore, and despite the pain dragged myself toward the phone, dragging my obscene loins with me, cradling my aching swollen balls with one arm as I used the other to grip the carpet. Then all of a sudden there was a wet tearing, squelching sound, and I rolled over on my back and tried to scream, but my vocal cords had been deadened and all I could do was hiss and gasp as I writhed in agony. The pain finally faded some and I managed to sit up, and looked in disbelief and incomprehension as my balls slowly shrank, and my abdomen began to swell, and squirm. Oh God, I realized, it's moving from my balls into my body!! Then the pain became too much again as I felt my internal organs being pushed aside to allow whatever it was to move up into my body, and with a guttural moan of agony I fell back over and passed out, which was merciful considering what was coming. The first stage had been reached, the second was starting, and at that point it was irreversible.

I'm not really sure how long I drifted in and out of consciousness, but every time I awoke the pain was there, the horror never ending. I could FEEL it inside of me, rearranging, changing, replacing, my insides, making me its home, its unwilling host in a horrible kind of endosymbiosis. And it was in charge, of that there was no doubt, my body belonged to it now.

Had I been able to see inside of myself, or had an x-ray done or CAT scan it would have revealed that basically my entire insides were no longer human, the 'organs' and contents of my abdomen were completely unrecognizable. For now the thing kept my basic skeletal structure intact, most of my muscles, and little else. It had integrated and merged with all my bodily systems including my nervous system, and more slowly, my brain. There was no hope at this point, any attempt to remove it and I would have died with it. In actuality it was not really a parasite, but more of a symbiotic life form, one that would slowly and completly change its 'host' into something entirely different, but the host would remain horribly aware. It had devoured the host's internal organs and other body parts; those it did not need, to fuel its own rapid growth. It did not devour the entire nervous system, it needed it; most importantly the brain, utilizing that part of the host to give it its own intelligence. Otherwise it would have been no more intelligent than the slug it had resembled in its larvae stage. During this process it kept the host from dying by producing powerful pain killing and other drugs, and replaced the hosts primary support systems with its own, keeping the body healthy, the brain supplied with oxygen and nutrients. But the pain was still incredibly intense, and the host suffered horribly. But for the next stage it needed more nutrients; it had used all the hosts body had to offer, and it needed to feed.

By Sunday evening most of the pain had faded to bearable levels, and was replaced by a ravenous hunger. I had never been so hungry before, and drooled thick mucus just thinking about food. I managed to get up and lurched to the kitchen. Over a period of a few hours I ate everything I could, cleaning out the refrigerator and the pantry. I even ate several cans of cat food left over from a pet that had not come home one day. And despite my bloated belly it wasn't enough, and in less than an hour my bloated stomach shrank back to its 'normal' size. I was 'rewarded' with more intense sexual pleasure, spending over an hour stroking my cock desperately, and even if I didn't stroke myself I was orgasming every few minutes, grunting almost mindlessly from the intense pleasure. What I was starting to realize was my 'master' knew how to render its host helpless and cooperative through sexual pleasure, and/or pain. And it was now much more thoroughly integrated with the hosts nervous system, just the merest thought of seeking help or resisting resulted in immediate; agonizing, pain. The last time I seriously tried to get on the phone it felt like my teeth were being pulled out, one at a time. So now I no longer even dared think about trying to get help. I was being 'trained'.

As the night wore on; the nightmare never ceasing, I begin to undergo more noticeable; at least externally, physical changes. Horrifying ones. My spine began to push out into a stubby tail, and my skin; which had been incredibly pale as the symbiote had absorbed my blood and replaced it with something else, now begin to take on a sickly grayish blue tint, and was getting rougher in texture as it became more of a hide, the texture wrinkled and pebbled. My fingers and toes began to cramp, and it felt like the bones in them were softening as they changed shape. But the worst was a very strange feeling on the back of my neck at the top of my spine, I could feel an opening forming there, and something started LICKING the back of my neck! In horrified disbelief I realized I was growing another mouth! My 'master' let me reach back with a trembling hand and feel, and a soft wet tongue licked my fingers and I could also feel what could only be teeth; sharp pointed ones, pushing through the skin around the slobbering maw. Sobbing I tried to reach the phone again, only to collapse again as the pain returned, tenfold, leaving me writhing on the floor grunting and squealing incoherently. Then the changes stopped for now, more food was needed to fuel the ongoing metamorphosis.

When I woke up again, at least enough to be aware, it was sometime Monday afternoon. I sat up and stared at the wall blankly, I didn't want to look at myself. I could feel how different I was now, and my horrible hunger had returned. With a moan I got up and shuffled into the kitchen again, my tail making me walk a little bowlegged as while it was short, it was thick. I drank water from the spout, greedily sucking down at least a gallon or more as I was dehydrated. Then I looked for more food; whimpering when there was none. The 'master' was hungry, and if I couldn't provide it the sustenance it needed I would be 'punished'. It didn't have to tell me, I just knew. But, I couldn't go outside like this, and it understood that as well. I would have to wait until the cover of night. The horrible organ on the back of my head was longer now, and it came licking over my shoulder to affectionately slobber on my face, making me want to scream in revulsion as it lathered my head with thick slimy drool. It was longer now, and thicker, and I could feel my new 'mouth' still growing, taking form. I felt something tickling my nose, and brushed at it, it was hair. Reaching up I pulled at my hair, and it came out in handfuls, it was falling out, the skin underneath slick and smooth.

"Noooo, please!" I sobbed, but there was no answer, the horrible tongue licking my face again, trying to slide into MY mouth, but I turned away. I sensed amusement, but at least I wasn't punished. But the hunger soon took all my attention, and I rummaged for something, ANYthing to feed that horrible growing need. But there was nothing, I had even eaten the frozen bars of butter and a can of cooking lard. Then the doorbell rang, and I heard Jean call my name. I tried to answer, to warn her, but the pain came again, more intense than ever, but I fought it, and finally collapsed with a moan. Then I heard a key in the lock. NO, JEAN!! I wanted to scream, but could only making a rasping hissing sound as my 'master' deadened my vocal cords again. And I knew what it wanted to do. It knew who Jean was as it has full access to my memories, but to the thing she was only one thing, food.

As Jean entered the apartment and saw me on lying on the floor she ran to my side. I looked at her with my eyes wide and horror filled, trying to warn her, to tell her to run since the power of speech had been taken from me. But it was useless, she loved me and thought I was pain, and indeed I was. And I loved her too, but that made no difference to the thing that was changing me. It can take full control when it wants too, and so it did.

As 'I' grabbed Jean she wasn't concerned at first, just squealed and told me to 'knock it off!' as I started pulling her clothes off. But 'I' just tightened my grip and ripped her clothes off, and she finally started noticing the changes I was undergoing. As I tore her skirt off, she said,

"Jim! What are you doing, not so rough! Oh my God, what's wrong with you!! Your, your skin?! Jim, stop it! No, NO!! Wha...what's that on your NECK!?! Jim, NO, what's wrong with you! Stop it!"

Scream, I thought, scream as loud as you can!! Maybe the snoopy neighbors will call the cops!! But to my horror I realized the thing inside me had known what I was thinking as now that she was nude 'I' grabbed her and forced my lips against hers, and my tongue slide into her mouth and down her throat, much farther than it should have been able too. She tried to bite, and it hurt, but the thing didn't care, all that mattered was she was quiet now. I rolled on top of her and began to force her legs open as I felt my penis harden. It wants to rape her!! I thought, but how?? My scrotum was a wasted, shriveled, empty bag of dying in flesh, I had no cum to give. But my cock was rock hard, rampant and throbbing, much larger then before. With a guttural grunt I pushed myself between her legs, penetrating her and causing her to buck and writhe. And it felt so good, and so wrong.

All I could do was gurgle and moan as I fucked her, taking her with rapid powerful thrusts. But I was as helpless as she was, having no control over my own body, as I raped her. I stared into her confused staring eyes, trying to tell her with my own that it wasn't me doing this, but something else. And then I had my first 'orgasm', because I don't know what else to call it. And I came and came, the pleasure intense as I poured...something into her. Then I paused, and started to fuck her again. And again, and again, pumping more and more fluids into her, the pleasure intense, and I was insatiable. She bucked and squirmed, making muffled 'ah, ahhhh, ohhhh' sounds around my tongue, her eyes rolling up in her head as I realized she was having her own orgasms now, her nipples hard against my chest as I kept fucking her, climaxing again and again. Then suddenly, after a final spurt, I pulled out of her, and my tongue slid from her mouth as I rolled off of her.

Run! I thought, get the cops! Run Jean!! But to my horror she just lay there, moaning and rubbing her sex, her eyes hazed by sexual pleasure. I now know my bodily fluids, saliva and sexual, are a powerful aphrodisiac. She was in a state of sexual bliss, unable to function normally. The fluids also contained powerful deadening and pain killing drugs. Her belly was noticeably swollen from all the fluids I'd pumped into her through my still rampant cock, which I noticed was much thicker and longer now, the shape changing, but my balls were gone almost without a trace. As I watched a little rivulet of greenish goo began to leak from her pussy, but not much, her sex was swollen and tight. What HAD I pumped her full of??? I soon found out, and the true horror began. After about an hour of sitting there looking at her, my cock still erect, I suddenly bent over; the thing still in control, and licked the stuff coming out of her pussy. It tasted...delicious.

With a gurgling hiss I rolled back on top of her and started fucking her again, and slid my tongue back down her throat. But this time I wasn't having sex with her, not really, I was...feeding. The fluids I had injected into her were pre-digestive fluids, and now I began sucking them back out of her body through her sex and her mouth, both my cock and tongue sucking hungrily to feed the thing inside of me, and myself. I could feel her body shriveling under me, her only sounds choking moans of pleasure. That was the only mercy, that she didn't feel much pain as her liquefied insides flowed into my body, a thick nutritious paste, and soon I was bloated like some horrible tick. At this point I could still cry.

When I was done feeding the carcass of my 'meal' was little more than skin and bones, it looked like a desiccated mummy. I just left it where it was. The thing is not tidy, or perhaps it left her in plain sight to torment me, it relishes doing that. And now, with a full meal, my belly bulging and sloshing, it was time for the final change. The thing now had sufficient nourishment.

I lay on the floor writhing in silent agony as my body twisted and changed much faster now. I cursed God, the devil, and anything that might have had anything to do with this obscene travesty, both for creating this thing and letting this happen. I also begged them to let me die. I didn't get any answers, only sensed the amusement of my tormenter and 'partner'.

I felt my head began to change more, my skull collapsing as it became malleable and soft, and I could FEEL my brain moving down through my much thicker neck and into my torso, the feeling sickening and nauseating in the extreme, and at the same time it was spreading out, forming numerous nodes along the main nerve bundle routes. With a loud crack the 'mouth' on my back suddenly opened wide and I arched my back from the incredible pain as my spine shattered along with what was left of my skull. My original mouth and nose disappeared into my swelling neck, but my eyes remained, staring in uncomprehending terror. I felt the now huge tongue in my new 'mouth' licking and tasting the air, the tusk like fangs ringing the gaping maw growing longer and more numerous. My body thickened, my tail growing thicker, but still short and stubby. I gave a gurgling bubbling mewl of pain through my new mouth, my only one now, as I licked my tongue over my fangs, I could feel them now, and had some control.

My fingers and toes grew together and into three digits on each leg, for my arms were now legs, the thick powerful ones of a quadruped. Each 'toe' was little more than a heavy sharp claw, good only for walking, or rending, vicious deadly weapons. Then I suddenly realized I could see up, as well as down, as four new eyes opened on the top, and side, of my new massive 'head', giving me full peripheral vision, the vision sharp and crisp, my new eyesight excellent. But as I couldn't see my own eyes I didn't realize they're all solid black, emotionless, more like an insects then anything remotely human. And there was nothing human left; I was a unnatural beast now, nothing more. An abomination with a human mind trapped inside, a mind that had no control over its own body unless the 'master' willed it so. My so-called head was little more than a thick throat with a gaping maw surrounded by huge fangs, my long prehensile tongue constantly slobbering and flailing as it licks in and out, and I can smell and taste with it. I had no lips, my fangs are fully exposed at all times, my mouth sealing with three large fleshy tight flaps when my tongues isn't lolling out.

With a gurgling moan I rolled to my feet, back in charge of my horrible new body for now, my master taking pleasure from my horror at what I had become. I felt totally strange, alien, with no true understanding as to what I was, yet. I looked at my body, the sickly grayish colored hide, thick with a smooth pebbled texture like rubber, the short powerful legs with the horrendous claws, but by far the most horrible thing was the huge slavering maw on the front. I could flex my fangs, and they would click together, but I couldn't close my mouth except with great effort, and I didn't even seem to have any jaws, my mouth just being a gaping hole surrounded by the tusk like fangs. I slobbered and drooled, dripping thick mucus on the now ruined carpet. Lowering my head I looked back between my front legs and could see a kind of low protruding bump with a vagina like slit between my hind legs, and as I watched it suddenly parted and my penis came slithering out for a few inches, slowly writhing, before withdrawing again. It was a dark red color, the head pointed with a flared corona, the shaft lined with ridges and writhing tendrils, and I could feel how sensitive it was. But it wasn't a sexual organ anymore, and I knew when I fed it would be extremely pleasurable as I 'raped' my prey and injected digestive fluids into their bodies. I raised my head and gave a long mournful moan of utter horror and terror. This was impossible, something like...like me couldn't exist!! And how could my mind still be human, in a body like this??

With a grunt I walked to the bathroom on my four legs, and drank from the toilet, my tongue sucking the water up like a long tube. Then, water dripping from my tusks I returned to the front room again, and felt my belly rumble with hunger, and looked at the corpse lying on the floor. NO!! I wailed in my mind as the thing took control again, and wrapping my tongue around her legs I slowly swallowed what was left of Jean whole, pulling my 'meal' in with my tongue as my tusks/fangs helped grip and hold the body in place. With a final slurp she slid in all the way, and I settled down to 'enjoy' my meal, my belly swollen and full. I could sense the thing was pleased.

That was several...years (?) ago, I don't know for sure, I have no way to tell the time. But I assume it is because of the regular changes in the weather. There are many like me now, other wretched things that used to be human; or other animals selected for hosts, and are now mere hosts for their masters. We have no sexual organs, but are sexual. We can either 'breed' by injecting a prey animal; most often human, with thousands of our eggs; which paralyzes them until the eggs hatch, and the larvae eat their 'mother' alive from the inside out. But most often we just inject pre-digestive fluids into our prey as we 'rape' them, and then swallow them alive as they moan in sexual ecstasy, which aids in the digestive process as the prey struggle in our stomach. The feeling of them moving inside of us is very pleasurable. We are quite ravenous, and eat at least once a week. Everything is digested, we produce no waste products. If a prey has any artificial items such as braces, pins, or other medical implants, we just hock them up. And we grow steadily; I'm almost as large as an elephant now, a ravenous eating machine. I can no longer tell when the master is truly in charge, or 'I' am. I think that now there may no longer be the 'thing' and 'me', we are fully merged now. The thought still horrifies me, but I just can't TELL!!

And we are spreading even though mankind is fighting back, but there are many of us now, and we breed constantly. We produce so many young at one time that a few always survive to find hosts. And we are so hard to kill, though death is what each of us craves the most. I have been shot, burned, poisoned, and suffered other attacks more than once. Poison has no effect, and neither do acids or other chemicals. We CAN die, if you blow us into enough small pieces, or chop us up. But it must be complete, and the parts separated. I have been blown in half and left for dead, only to have the two parts grow back together as tendrils formed to pull them back together. Because our 'brain' is spread throughout our bodies we have no vulnerable spots. If a node or two are destroyed it hurts, but our mind remains intact. Fire has little effect, merely warming us up comfortably. Large areas of the countryside and many towns now belong to us, a wasteland devoid of anything bigger then rats or other smaller animals we mostly ignore, they are too small to be suitable for food. But everything else had been eaten; or undergone metamorphosis, or been used to breed.

We roam in packs, infesting the sewers and any other underground dwellings we can find. We are largely nocturnal, digging burrows with our tusks/fangs in the daylight hours if caught away from our subterranean lairs. And we are spreading, slowly but surely, for every one of us they kill; give the mercy of release, another hundred humans or animals undergo their own hideous transformations. That is the best time to kill us, when we are vulnerable, still changing, or as larvae. But those infected will hide, their own 'thing' in charge. And we are good at hiding. I do not think we are truly intelligent in any way humans understand the term; at least not once full merging is accomplished, we are things of instinct who only make use of human brain and neural tissue to help control our bodies, give them more 'capability' or survival as our 'intelligence' is used mainly for that purpose. We are beasts, but smart, cunning, beasts. And unless a way is found to destroy us we are unstoppable, it's only a matter of time. And if anything we are patient, time has no meaning for us. In the world we came from we were little more than rather nasty pests; our numbers easily controlled, in this world we have no predators.

And all we want to do is die, to end the misery and agony of our own existence as we destroy the very thing we used to be, tear down the civilization we were once productive members of; now nothing more than abominations with human minds and awareness, and the instincts and needs of ravening beasts who exist for only one thing. To eat, and eat, and...

The End?

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