The Gates of Hell, Chapter 4, Morg
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** The Gates of Hell, Chapter 4**
** MORG**
*It was hot summer day with thunderstorms dotting the countryside, and as one storm peaked a great buildup of electricity in the air helped to fuel another rift between the two worlds; or alternate realities, of Hell and Earth. With a crack of thunder the rift opened, a writhing black nothingness that swallowed the very light, and something passed through. It landed with a splat, and rolled down the gentle slope of the hill and came to rest in a puddle left by the storm. With a sucking tearing sound the rift sealed, and things returned to normal, more or less. The "visitor" was anything but normal though. *
*At first glance the Morg wasn't much to look like, it looked like a big glob of tar in the basic shape of a lopsided egg, and it was an egg of sorts. However it did not have a shell or outer epidermis of any kind, nor did it have a recognizable yolk. To describe it as a blob was fairly close as it was; basically, a big glob of organic manner with no central nervous system or organs of any kind. It was the juvenile stage of a creature known as a Morg in its home world of Hell. Humans would call it a demon, which is a fairly apt description. But it was not really a supernatural or evil creature; it was merely the product of the environment in which it had involved. That did not mean it was nice though, it was a very nasty creature. In the current stage of its life cycle it was basically a ravenous eating machine, absorbing anything living it was capable of, including the poor mouse it sucked in despite the poor rodent's desperate struggles. Once inside the mouse was quickly digested and broken down to its base elements to add to the Morg's bulk. It was nearing the point where it needed to start the next stage of its life cycle, but for that it would require a different kind of prey. The Morg began to move in the manner of its kind, slowly oozing across the ground like the blob it resembled, shooting out tendrils to trap and engulf any prey it sensed. It found the feeding quite good, and soon a steady diet of insects, small rodents, snakes, and anything else living had brought it to the size it needed. The last meal of its juvenile stage was a curious rabbit. As it flowed over the kicking animal and absorbed it the Morg became comatose for a few hours as its DNA triggered a change. It still looked the same, but was more aware now, in search of something in particular. It would not feed again until it found that something. For the Morg was a symbiote of sorts, and needed a host. Having finished its metamorphosis's it slithered off to find what would be its "partner" for life. *
*As it happens the Morg was also very intelligent, just not in its juvenile stage. It was one of the truly sentient life forms of Hell, but its intelligence level in its adult form was also controlled to some extent by the host it chose. Therefore it was advantageous to the Morg to try and find as intelligent a host as possible. It made sense in a way, one of the evolutionary paths taken by some of Hell's life forms was the ability to merge with; or assimilate, more advanced life forms in order to "evolve" to the next stage of their life cycle. In addition to "race memories" they would also acquire the intellectual capability of their host. In this way they avoided years of growing up as youngsters in a very hostile environment where only one in hundreds, or thousands, lived to reach that stage. Instead they became an instant adult, with both the knowledge of its parents and its host combined. It was a very successful survival tactic. *
*Trish didn't understand what was happening, but it was horrible and she was terrified. She had gone for a run after classes ended as she wanted to try out for the track team as a distance runner. She took the longer track that ran through a wooded area behind the ball field and track; it was over a mile long and was a good workout. It was hot, so she just had on shorts and shirt, underwear of course, and shoes. She had been running along when she suddenly stepped in something sticky, and fell flat on her face, which stunned her momentarily. As she regained her senses she felt a strange wet feeling on her lower legs, and looking was horrified to see what looked like thick black goo covering them almost up to the knees, and somehow her shoes and socks had been removed. The stuff felt warm and slippery against her bare skin, and it was MOVING as it slithered higher. The glistening slick black surface reminded her of a photo she'd seen once of a leech. She clawed at it, but it was like thick taffy and while she could stretch and pull it she couldn't get it off, and then to her further horror she realized all she'd accomplished was getting it on her hands as well and it now looked like she was wearing black rubber gloves, the stuff roiling and moving up over her wrists now. She cried out, and staggering to her feet tried to move, but her legs felt numb and tingled like they were falling asleep and she could feel something happening to them, and looking down in disbelief realized their shape was changing. Losing track of where she was going as she stared at what was happening she stumbled over the edge of the raised track and tumbled down the slope into the thick brush and bushes below. *
The Morg reacted as soon as the animal stepped on it, and in seconds had confirmed that this was an acceptable host. Had it not been the Morg would have released it and kept hunting. It began to spread over the host's outer surface right away, and then began to penetrate into the host's body as it merged with it. It pushed off some nonliving outer coverings that would impede the changes, and then continued to spread. As it penetrated and saturated the host's flesh it began to reconfigure its DNA and shape to that of an adult Morg. Not yet sentient the Morg was only acting from instinct so far, it would not reach awareness until the host's brain and nervous system had been assimilated, so until then the host was still in charge and aware of what was happening, but could do nothing.
Trish squealed as she rolled and bounced down the steep slope, unable to stop herself because of her numb heavy feeling legs, it felt like she was wearing mud encrusted combat boots. She came to a stop, and immediately tried to get up and climb back up the steep embankment. She could still walk, but it felt strange and clumsy. She felt something warm and wet feeling brush against her inner thighs and saw with horror that the black goo, now with some red mixed in, had reached; and gone under, her shorts. Her exposed legs were now covered in a writhing layer of black rubbery skin like a diving suit. Having to see she pulled her shorts and panties down and moaned in horror. Even as she watched a tendril of the black stuff reached her vagina and began to work its way inside, and she felt similar intrusion in her anus. It had also spread to her elbows she noticed as she clawed at the horrible intrusion into her sex, trying; without success, to pull it out. And clawing was a good description as her fingers now ended in sharp black claws, and her fingers were growing together to from two new much thicker fingers. But it was useless, and she could FEEL it inside of her as it penetrated her and spread her labial lips, then pushed past her cervix and into her womb, and what was even more horrible was it felt good, the slippery warm feeling as it kept penetrating her aroused her and she could feel herself approaching a climax, and a short time later she gasped as the unwanted pleasure radiated out from her sex. And she could feel it spreading inside of her as it filled her womb and moved up her intestines spreading into her other organs, the slick black and red covering was now approaching her waist and flowing into her navel and up the crack of her ass to spread across her lower back. And she could see veins pulsing darkly under her skin and knew it was not only on the surface of her skin, but underneath it as well. With a sob she fell to her knees and watched as it slowly moved up her arms almost to her shoulders, and claws sprouted from her elbows and the back of her forearms. No, nooooo, this is impossible, she thought, this can't be happening! What IS it? She tried to retch from the nausea as she felt her bones and muscles becoming soft and malleable as they moved and changed shape with an aching feeling of discomfort, and she gasped as she felt her spine push out and realized she was growing a tail! Next came a popping sound as spines began to push out of her spine as her tail continued growing, and she felt two large lumps forming on her back like huge boils, and they burst to release thick grayish goo her writhing rippling flowing skin soaked up as two bat like wings unfolded and hung limply like the wings of a new butterfly, but no butterfly ever had wings like those.
With a thin wailing scream Trish kicked off her panties and shorts and staggered to her feet once again, and realized her legs had changed drastically as she balanced awkwardly. They were much more muscular now, tendons rippling under the slick shiny red and black skin. Her feet had become paws, or talons, larger and more splayed with sharp claws on the tips of each of her three toes and heel spurs farther up her now digitigrade legs as she balanced on what had been the toes of her feet in a crouched stance, her ankles now raised and knees with a permanent forward bend, it was now impossible for her to stand upright. She could feel her wings growing as they swelled and filled out, claws pushing out on the tops and edges, and she gave them an experimental flap. I have wings, she thought, she could feel them, they were hers. With a moan she tore off her shirt and bra to reveal the strange rubbery skin spreading across her breasts, and as it covered them they began to flatten and shrink. As the goo continued to force itself into her sex it had almost felt like it was fucking her, and she had experienced several more powerful orgasms as she involuntarily came in response to the sickening pleasure, but was now horrified to find her crotch was slick and smooth with no sign remaining of her sex, and her pubic hair had fallen out. She pawed at the slick skin and whimpered. Because of this intense pleasure she had been distracted, and any chance of finding help, or at least somebody to reveal her terrifying predicament too, had vanished. The spreading skin had now reached her shoulders and she could feel it joining over them as the skin on the front and back began to merge. And she could feel herself changing as her boy literally rebuilt itself from the inside out as well as the outside in, but she had control of it, at least for now. She tried to climb the steep slope again, but unused to her new body kept sliding back down.
The Morg continued to assimilate its host; the animal's terror and discomfort meant nothing to the Morg. The animal would come to understand soon enough. The animal's lower body was almost completely changed now, but there remained one more change yet to take place.
*Trish grunted as she felt a sudden swelling between her legs, and watched as a bulge grew and descended to form a large well filled scrotum, and a very large strangely shaped penis slid out and started to become erect as a sheath formed at its base, and soon she had a completely formed rock hard aching erection, thick pre dripping from the tip of her new male sex. Oh my God, she thought, I'm a boy now! She gasped as the organ suddenly throbbed and began to grow again, stopping when the shaft was a good twelve inches long, and the balls swelled to the size of pool balls, the thick shaft was dark red with a pointed tip with no corona, and it had pulsing veins entwining its muscular length. She could feel it, her erection, rampant and aching. *
Trish felt an overwhelming need to touch herself, or was it himself now? Reaching down she/he began to stroke the new male organ with a clumsy, but slick, paw like hand. She/he forgot about what was happening at the incredibly pleasurable feeling as pre oozed from the tip of her/his penis and lubricated it so she/he was able to caress and stroke the head and shaft of the rock hard erection easily, and the pleasure grew and grew. She/he knew this was horribly wrong, but was unable to resist the need to satisfy her/his new male member. Suddenly she/he felt her/his balls clench and spasm, then screamed in ecstasy as thick ropy strands of cum exploded from the tip of her/his penis to splatter onto the ground. She/he had never experienced anything so pleasurable. And she/he suddenly realized she/he had made a big mistake as the orgasm triggered something inside of her/his body, and she/he felt her/his lovely breasts shrink and flatten even more as the rubbery skin finished covering them and even the nipples disappeared leaving a distinctly masculine chest covered by the rippling flowing rubbery skin, and the wings stretched and grew even larger and she/her felt her tail hit the ground, spines pushing out for most of its length. Trish felt her/his upper body continuing to change, and now it began push up into her head.
The Morg was beginning to become aware as it slowly merged with the host's nervous system, and it experienced the pleasure as the host brought them both to orgasm. As the Morg was male; it's kind had two sexes, it had adapted it's new body to that configuration, the original sex of the host was of no consequence, had the Morg been a female and the host male the male in turn would have become female. It was the first time the Morg had experienced anything like pleasure, and enjoying the sensation it stimulated the nervous system to want more, and helplessly Trish responded to that growing demanding need.
And still her/his penis throbbed and ached for release and her/his lust increased, and with a guttural moan she/he started stroking her/his penis again, helpless to do anything except to try and satisfy that horrible growing lust. And it felt so good it was almost unbearable, and she/he sobbed and squealed as another massive orgasm racked her/his body, and he/she felt something inside become more aware as the Morg responded to the pleasurable stimulation. And still she/her grunted in pleasure as they desperately masturbated, oh God, SO, MUCH, PLEASURE!! And the other presence became more aware and powerful with every orgasm; Trish could feel it but couldn't stop, aware and pleased; soon it would have a body provided by its host. Trish screamed as another massive orgasm racked her/his changing body, and the new awareness felt the incredible pleasure too as its host helplessly stroked their rampant erection to orgasm after orgasm, but none relieved the horrible lust.
*Trish moaned and dropped to her/his knees as her/his body began to undergo even more dramatic and noticeable changes as the change entered its last stages and speeded up. His/her chest and abdomen were flat and heavily muscled now, no trace of his/her lovely breasts or feminine curves remained, he/she was completely male now. He kept masturbating as his new body demanded it and it felt so good, the pleasure increasing with each orgasm, his penis and balls even larger now as his body swelled and filled out. He grunted and sobbed as he watched the thick cum spray from the tip of his penis almost continuously now, his voice still high pitched and female. His tail continued to push out becoming long and thick with spines running along the top and up his back, and his wings grew and grew until they were fully formed, huge bat like wings with talons and claws that stretched and flapped a little as he tried them out. Trish felt the wings, felt his new body entirely, and it WAS his body, but he also felt another awareness growing within the same body, a strange and cold feeling awareness that was beginning to take control. And he knew that the change had not only changed his outward appearance, but his insides as well, that he was almost an entirely new creature, something strange and horrible, and that he was no longer anything remotely human. But he could only sob and keep masturbating desperately even though he knew every orgasm fueled the change and made him less and less Trish. But the pleasure, of God, the pleasure! *
Now his body was almost completely covered in its new skin, only Trish's head remained uncovered, but as another intensely pleasurable orgasm rocked him the rubbery skin began to flow upward and he knew it would be over soon and screamed in terror, Trish could feel the petite young woman she had been fading away as something totally alien replaced it.
*He staggered to his paws as something else began to take full control. He stopped stroking his still rampant erection, but it was constantly orgasming now, the thick cum spurting and dribbling down its length at it pulsed, the waves of pleasure making it easier for the Morg to assimilate the brain of its host while it was awash in sexual euphoria. The Morg stood up and spread his wings, his now fully formed tail whipping back and forth. Trish watched helplessly as a kind of hood began to form around his head and form into a gaping mouth lined with razor sharp fangs, the maw becoming larger until his head was completely inside it. He was suddenly aware he was seeing through two sets of eyes as large bulbous eyes formed on the developing outer head as it grew larger. Trish felt the other presence growing stronger and sobbing and pleading begged it not to do this, at the same time grunting and moaning from the unending pleasure of the incredible continuous orgasm. Trish watched helplessly; the other in full control now, as the gaping jaws finished forming, widened, and then gave one final wailing scream of utter terror as the jaws snapped shut, the wail fading into a grunting bellow. Trish felt his skull liquefy as it merged with his new head, his tongue growing and becoming longer, thicker, and forked. As his skull merged with his new larger heard he also felt his mind merge with another, Trish's awareness joining, merging, and becoming one with the other. With one final gurgling scream it was finished and the new Morg was fully formed. *
*Trish was still there, but was now just a part of the Morg's new mind, it's instincts and personality were in charge, but he could call on her memories. Whether her soul remained, who knows? If she was still aware she had no control, but could see and feel everything the creature she had become did. The mind of the Morg was truly intelligent, but closer to that of an animal then a human kind of intelligence. It was quite pleased with its host, and the level of intelligence it had gained. Due to Trish's contribution to its intelligence it also knew it was no longer in Hell, but had somehow been brought to a new world, one with great possibilities. Suddenly it crouched and folded its wings, and hissing softly watched as several more animals of the same type its host had been ran by at the top of the raised running path. The joggers paused as they found Trish's shoes and socks, but then started running again. The Morg felt a sudden urge to call for help, but ignored it. *
The Morg reached down and stroked it's still rampant erection and gave a shudder of pleasure. It needed a mate, and one of the female animals would do nicely. Once it had mated with her she too would become a new Morg, changing from the inside out, and soon she would lay "eggs". With another hiss the Morg began stalking the laughing joggers. Maybe more than one mate, that would be nice!
** The End**
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