World of Flesh II: Coronation
World of Flesh Part II: Coronation
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Jessica collapsed onto her bed, allowing her knapsack to unceremoniously slip from her grasp and hit the floor. Everything had gone downhill today, from the unexplained absence of her physics lab partner to the rejection of her offer to go out with Steven this weekend; she had even heard his friends snickering as she'd walked away, crestfallen. She was apparently not shallow enough to gain approval from his clique, or him, for that matter. She brushed a few strands of her long brown hair from the pale skin of her cheek, kicking off her boots and lying back in her bed to forget the humiliation by losing herself in a magazine. Before long, she yawned as the words began to blur, setting her glasses and the magazine on her end table to take a nap.
Awakening came suddenly, as Jessica felt something curl about her ankles, gasping as she tried to get out of bed. Her comforter had somehow become tucked much tighter under her mattress, binding her on her belly. A flood of slick, warm viscous liquid poured from the sheet covering her, soaking through her clothing to her skin.
Jessica cried out, thrashing as the fabric of her t-shirt literally began to melt from her body, shorts, bra and panties all meeting the same fate, leaving her naked, trapped underneath the sheet, which undulated about her.
The comforter throbbed with life as it stretched longer, embracing her with the caress of flesh over sodden flesh. The mattress beneath her dissolved into a sea of slippery heat, her body coming to float within the confines of the vessel her bed had become, a womb to facilitate her rebirth.
She writhed within the prison, clawing at the sides of the fleshy containment with her nails, lashing out with her legs against the resilient walls. She shivered as a slender tendril whipped against her belly before finding her navel, spreading into hundreds of tiny filaments and burrowing into her, binding her for the second time in her life to a source of oxygen and nutrients. She relaxed for just a moment before she felt it; a huge tentacle about as wide as her wrist nudging against her soft sex, then pushing deep within with a sudden surge, breaching her cervix and sheathing warmly within her waiting womb.
Alicia quietly opened the door, suppressing a smile as she saw the soft undulations of her roommate's bed. It would seem that she'd finally managed to woo the boy she'd had her eye on for all those months, and that was a good thing - she'd been without someone for quite some time, now.
Alicia quietly made her way to the shower she shared with the adjoining suite, slipping free of her clothing and turning on the warm spray. She'd let Jessica have her privacy, then make her way out to sleep on the couch in a friend's room, as Jessica had done for her countless times before.
Her eyes closed blissfully as she slipped under the soothing spray of the showerhead, blissfully unaware of the true nature of the inhuman nature of the coupling in the other room.
The thick tentacle between Jessica's legs languidly swelled within her as the birth waters washed over her, making her their own. She felt her fingernails sharpening as thick fur burst from her skin, her breasts swelling with sweet milk, which streamed from her thickening, lengthening teats to mix with the deliciously warm mass moving over her. She shuddered as she felt lithe muscles develop under the pelt where before there had only been skin and bones, a huge soft tail slipping from her spine, curling above her back.
She lurched upward with a violent lunge, obsidian claws slicing through the thick walls of the fleshy pod that held her. Jessica paused for a moment to gather her wits, the umbilicals detaching themselves from flat belly and resilient sex.
She was not a huge, fearful beast by any means- she stood at a mere 5 feet tall, her body far from muscular, instead curved lusciously and covered with a thick pelt of platinum. She had become a sleek, bipedal mink.
Jessica paused as a gradual awareness overtook her - she knew what she was, what she had become. Her friends and classmates had been reduced to mindless animals, where she was aware of every inch of the building, every contraction of soft vaginal walls, every pulse of silvery seed, every tiny new life sliding painlessly from fertile wombs. This was a hive - and she was the queen.
Toe claws clicked against the chitin that now formed the floor as she got to her feet, surveying her surroundings with an animal grin. Her ears perked as she heard the flow of water from the bathroom, and sauntered to the door, her fluffy tail sweeping behind her with each quiet step of wide paws.
The lights in the bathroom had become a dim blue, globes flickering with luciferant light as the living mass of the dorm spread, enveloping and changing brick and wire and tile into flesh and blood and nerve. Jessica watched in amusement as the shower stall began to soften about her roommate, screams muffled as fleshy tendrils oozed from the tile, binding about her mouth and nose, feeding her air filtered from the outside just long enough for the spigot to curl upwards and fuse with her navel, a thick umbilicus drawing out her rich, oxygenated blood, replacing it with the thick, nutrient rich slickness the living hive used.
Jessica purred, a resonating sound from deep in her chest, as soft padded paw-hands wrapped about her immobilized roommate, closing the girl's eyes as her head began to empty, then resting upon the girl's heavy, naked breasts, rolling her nipples between suede-soft, leathered fingertips. "Always were the popular one, Alicia." she murmured. "Not much of anything now, are you?" Jessica's tail raised high, her eyes half-closing as a thick, glistening phallus dropped slowly from a heavy sheath on her lower belly, throbbing as it slowly became erect, sliding slickly over the silken skin of Alicia's naked ass. "Let's see what all the boys see in you." she murmured as she arched forward, her obscenely thick shaft pressing against the softness of Alicia's netherlips. A pleasured growl escaped Jessica's black lips as she vanished into that tight, silken tunnel, stretching the girl as tight as a gasket about the animal shaft. "Change." Jessica panted, amidst the muted, repeated slaps of furred hips against naked ass. "Become what you should be."
The obscuring mask about Alicia's face withered away as the umbilical at her belly surged, ovaries swelling huge with thousands of new ova. Her heart beat in unison with the circulatory system of the building itself, her changed blood intermingling with some of that of all of those that had been changed and that that had transmuted out of water and natural gas and solid brick, a single type for a single organism in many bodies.
A thick pelt of crimson burst from Alicia's skin in seconds, her short brunette locks growing out straight and red and thick, hanging to the small of her back. Emerging black claws of ebony dug into the yielding floor of the tub, a thick furred tail lashing behind her. Mouth and nose stretched forth into a sleek, animal muzzle, teeth sharpening; the foxgirl's maw opening in a howl as pointed ears flicked, screaming in bliss as her mistress, her queen, her reason for living bit down hard on a thick-furred shoulder, filling her unworthy body with thick, hot, fertile seed.
After a seeming eternity of seconds later, that which was Alicia panted as her tight vixen bitch's pussy contracted in climax about the perfect sex of her queen, her fleshy black nipples dripping sweet milk.
Jessica panted, stroking the new vixen's ears. "You're a good girl. Yes, you are." she said, in a soft, approving voice, slowly slipping back to draw the heavy shaft from the bitch.
Alicia yapped, turning about to meet Jessica's soft blue eyes with her own feral, golden ones. She slowly slipped down to nurse at Jessica's spent shaft, cleaning it of the expenditure of the savage coupling mere moments before.
A dreamy, languid smile crossed Jessica's face as she stroked Alicia's mane, feeling the oddly familiar sensation of her penis reaching semi-erection for the first time, oozing a thick, sweet, protein-rich nourishment; father's milk. A paw reached down to rub Alicia's lower belly. The slow, gentle caresses slowly freed the vixen's own shaft, red and pointed, the twin bulbs of a canid knot swelling at its base.
"Neither man nor woman my children be, but the two in one - the new inheritors of the earth." Jessica murmured, the words not her own, spoken by a figure she could not name. No matter; it would come back. "Drink deep, 'Licia. Grow strong. In a couple of hours, you'll have triplets to nurture." she murmured with a grin. "There's a lot more of this campus to share our gift with, girl, and you're going to help me."
The vixen rumbled her agreement with a soft purr from deep in her chest. Things were as they should be.