The Secret Ingredient
My stories are copyrighted, so NO takee! Thanks to Mutamancer for the basic idea and use of some of his rather super descriptive terminology.
The Secret Ingredient
By William W. Kelso
Sally waited on her usual corner, it was getting late, but she still hoped to turn a trick or two. Most of the other girls had already gone home for the night, either alone or with Johns, but she could usually catch one or two late "shoppers". She hated what she was doing; she'd never thought she'd end up as a prostitute, but she needed the money to support her habit. She was very pretty and had hoped to get a job as a secretary or something, but things just hadn't worked out that way. Times were hard and she had to eat. She had to admit she kind of enjoyed the sex too, getting fucked by total strangers kind of turned her on. It beat marrying Bobby Joe and making babies back in her dead-end hometown.
Unseen to her a black van parked down the street had an occupant who was watching her intently. He had been looking for a new "volunteer" for his experiments, and he had been watching her and a couple of the other younger street walkers. The rest had gone home, and since Sally was the last girl on the corner he chose her. As soon as the street was clear he pulled out and drove down, then pulled over to the curve. She walked over to window and smiled.
"Hi Honey, Sally said, looking for a little fun?"
He rolled the window down and asked "How much?"
Sally put on her best professional smile, and said "Depends on what you want honey."
She looked at the man behind the wheel of the van, middle aged, balding, pretty harmless looking, probably some poor slob stuck with a nagging wife that wouldn't put out anymore. She liked the older John's, they were usually good tippers and treated her nicer, and some were actually pretty good in bed. They tended to last longer before cumming then young kids. She was pretty sure he wasn't a cop either, he just didn't have that 'look'.
The man said "How much for an all nighter? I have a hotel room nearby."
Sally perked up a little at that. "$300 until morning, another $100 if you want me to hang around until noon."
"Sounds fair", replied the man. "Get in, let's go."
"Impatient are we?" Sally giggled as she opened the door and slid in. He could have argued her down to half that. It was turning out to be a good night after all.
She was totally unprepared when he leaned over and gave her a shot in the arm with no warning. She gave an outraged squeal, and then everything quickly went black.
When she woke up she was strapped to what looked like a doctors; or gynecologists, exam table. She was stark naked, cold, and very scared. Oh God, she thought, the guy was some kind of freak, she'd heard stories about what nuts like him did to women. She lay on her back, heavy leather cuffs on her ankles and wrists, arms spread apart, her legs raised and spread, and some kind of harness had been fastened to her head to keep her mouth stretched open and it was uncomfortably cold. She tried to yell, but could only make croaking gagging sounds. To her surprise when the door to the exam room opened it wasn't the man who had abducted her, but instead a woman in a nurse's uniform. Sally felt tense as the nurse's cold hands ran over her body. The examination was close and intimate indeed, and lasted longer than she had expected, maybe the woman really was a nurse. Sally could not peek at it, but felt it as her sex was widened and stretched, and she had seen the nurse handle a large forceps shortly before, yet could not complain as her mouth had been kept immobile and she only produced muffled noises of outrage at the degrading "exam".
"You're good and healthy, a perfect candidate, it will be over in a minute" said the nurse. "There is no need to worry. You may feel a little pain now."
Sally saw the nurse had prepared a series of syringes, and felt a sting beneath her left armpit and then the other. She tried to yell or scream, but gave only muffled squeals. What were they doing to her, what WAS in those syringes?? The nurse gave her more shots to the armpits, her mouth; which hurt, and chest and stomach in at least four places. The worst was when the nurse gave her shots directly to her labial lips and the inside her vagina. Then the nurse prepared another syringe and gave her a shot in the arm, waited for it to take effect, and then the nurse released her from the exam table and helped her up. Sally wanted to yell and try to run, but she felt strangely numb and disoriented, and her head swam. She could not concentrate on anything the nurse said and her vision was hazy. She had to put up a fight to stay conscious for it felt like her body was being drawn downwards by an invisible force. Sweat was on her brow when she finally had gathered enough strength to fight back the weakness and become fairly aware again. She did not know how long this had lasted but realized she had sunk into a wheelchair and saliva had drooled from the corners of her mouth as she slobbered, she tried to say something as the nurse wheeled her down a hallway, but her words were slurred and garbled by the thick saliva drooling from her mouth, and no matter how much she spit out she couldn't get rid of it, and even worse she coul feel wetness on her crotch and thighs, her pussy sopping wet. The nurse said,
"Good, I see the injections are taking effect already. That was fast."
"Whath haphening tuh me, wud yu give me?" Sally drooled.
The nurse replied, "The viral agent injected into your body is adjusting the production of body fluids to match your future needs. You're being taken to your, um, room to recover and relax. The first part of the procedure may take as long as 72 hours and is prolonged unnecessarily by physical strain; the later stages take much longer. The second shot was to help calm you and keep you cooperative. You're lucky to be taking part in such an important experiment."
"Sperment? Sally slobbered, bud ah don wanna!" But the nurse ignored her.
Sally had really not understood exactly what the nurse said; she heard the words but did not get their meaning. Before she had any further time to ponder their significance the nurse continued down the long corridor and they stopped at a door. Sally was enervated and limp, her face was pale and she was drooling even more and sitting in a large puddle of thick slimy mucus that had run down her chest between her breasts and leaked from her vagina and ass. Her looks had changed from attractive to drooling retard within moments, but she lacked the strength to fight it, and she was still nude. The nurse opened the door with a keycard and gave the wheelchair a push, unceremoniously dumping Sally into the room like a bag of dirty laundry, and left her lying on the floor. Caught by surprise Sally had no time to react, and weakened as she was she landed on her ample chest which left her gasping for air, eyes tearing from the pain. Even worse she choked on the over flowing saliva in her mouth and coughed until it hurt, it felt like her lungs were full of the thick fluid.
It had taken her awhile to recover for her choking fit. At first all her thoughts involved leaving the room and getting help, for there was definitely something wrong. Whatever they had injected into her body, it was making her feel sick and weak. Sally couldn't believe that this was happening. Was it some sort of snuff film, had they injected her with a slow acting poison? Were they filming her to watch as she slowly died?
Gathering her wits she sat up to take a look around. The room was empty, bare of any furniture and very small, maybe 6' x 8'. The only fittings were a metal drain that supposedly was to serve as a toilet and a tap above it with a very large flat handle for turning it on. White ceramic tiles covered the walls and floor, but the ceiling had a large glass pane inserted into it. She saw a young man dressed like a lab technician walk across it and he looked down at her casually, stopping in surprise as if he had not expected to see her. She wasn't that embarrassed at being nude in front of a stranger, but still moved to cover her sex with one hand. Sally jumped at the chance and waving to him tried to scream for help, but made bubbling and gurgling noises instead, thick mucus spraying from her mouth and nose. Oh gross! Yet the man seemed to understand and hurried away, and Sally felt some hope. Seconds that seemed like hours to her passed, but finally the man returned with another, and they looked down at her. She waved and beckoned at them to come to her aid until to her disappointment one of them waved back with a grin, and then they both walked away laughing. Her hopes had shattered in an instant and despair beset her, they were in on this too, what the Hell was going on?
Finally she thought of the door that she had not even looked at yet, and crawled towards it, but found no handle or other means to open it from the inside. Standing up she started knocking feebly, but was soon exhausted and leaned against the wall in a corner, breathing heavily. Every few gasps she had to swallow and cold sweat covered her body from the effort it took her to even stand, she felt horribly weak and drained, and sicker than ever. She closed her eyes to try and calm down and clear her mind, but felt a sensation like something slowly creeping down the insides of her legs. She reached down with her hand to scratch the spot and found her crotch wet, soft, and warm, and when she pulled her hand back it was covered with crystalline jelly, dripping from her fingers. She leaned over and looked at herself and her pussy was oozing thick grey-brown goo which had started to dribble down her legs in trickles, and then suddenly her labial lips widened and a thick stream emptied onto the floor with a splash, and it actually felt good as the warm goo poured from her sex, her pussy amazingly sensitive. Sally was shocked at the sight and sound. Only seconds ago she had not believed it, but the sight entered her brain like a stab, reinforcing her fears that something was terribly wrong. At her feet the puddle spread, fed by thick brownish sludge ozing from her sex, and she quivered in pleasure. She watched horrified as the flow from her vagina and anus was soon joined by slobber that dripped from her gaping mouth in an ever increasing amount as it pooled under her feet. She found it hard to believe the nasty stuff was coming from her own body, and was revolted and disgusted. But it wasn't shit, she didn't know what it was!
The slimy mess covered her toes and it was wet and warm, and in an effort to jerk away from the puddle she jumped, but her weakened legs slipped as her feet could not find any purchase on the slick slimy floor. Landing on her rump she momentarily blacked out from the pain, the tiled floor,;although covered in goo, had not welcomed her gently. Minutes passed until she made an effort to move and rolled to one side. Her butt had gone numb as had her thighs, and she tried to pull away from the slime but it followed her in trails of sticky strands that remained attached to her. She finally managed to reach the drain and the tap above. Huddled beneath it, she turned it on and was surprised to find not water, but a thick sweet fluid flowing from the spout, almost like a thin syrup. The fluid did nothing to help clean her, and in fact made the mess even worse. Her body was covered in slime from head to toe, and yet more was flowing from every orifice, mocking any effort to wash it away. Several attempts and half an hour later she gave up scrubbing her skin, all she had managed to do was cover herself even more as she smeared it around. Not only was it futile but the drain was blocked and started to overflow, flooding the room. She noticed the door sill was raised almost a foot to prevent any fluid from leaking out from under it. Sitting in a corner she sobbed and started crying as the fear overwhelmed her. Occasionally she would give a feeble cry for help, but no one came to her aid and whenever she took a glance at the window above it was empty, like no one would dare look down at her in her misery. Then she noticed a small camera mounted in a corner of the ceiling; way too high to reach, and realized that she was being watched after all, and/or was being recorded. Oh God, maybe it WAS a snuff film! Maybe they'd injected her with the Ebola virus or something equally horrible. Turning her back to the camera she started crying again, and when she finally stopped she fell asleep from fatigue, sitting helplessly in the growing pool of thick slime oozing from her body in slowly increasing amounts.
Sally felt parched and thirst burned in her throat when she woke. Her breath was whistling and she made pained hisses as she tried to move, her whole body felt bruised and sore. She had no idea how long she had slept but the light in her cell had not changed. There was a bitter acrid smell in the air and the slime on the floor had almost dried, much gooier and thicker now, so she guessed it must have been for some hours. The slime had ceased secreting from her body for now, but had dried in a sort of crystalline shell around her legs and glued them and the rest of her body to the floor and it took her quite some effort to break free, although her legs remained partially stuck. At least she could feel them again, and she had recovered some of her stamina. Desperate for water she started tugging at the rubbery substance so she could reach the tap, and finally she wriggled free, one foot remained glued to the ground but she was able to reach the tap with her mouth.
Sally drank deeply, the thick sweet fluid cool and refreshing, and it washed away the dry burning sensation in her throat, but the thirst remained and she turned the tap on as far as possible, fluid gushing down her throat and spouting from her mouth and nose when she had to stop to take a breath, unaware of just how much of the sweet fluid she was swallowing, her belly beginning to bulge. It was like her body needed to be refilled and she was far from wrong as it had become dehydrated from all the slime it had produced. She clung to the tap for several minutes until she let go of it and let herself sink down with a sigh and look of contentment on her face, for she felt she had averted certain death from dying of thirst. At first she did not notice her belly had swollen enormously until she opened her eyes and saw it was now bloated like a balloon, it looked like she was extremely pregnant.
She gasped in shock and felt the tense taught skin with her hands. It gurgled and wobbled like jello as she tried to move, and Sally realized she had maneuvered herself into a most unpleasant situation, with the weight pushing her down and one foot still stuck to the floor she was in an awkward and uncomfortable position. She tried to support her belly with her arms but could not lift the weight as the soft flesh just rolled over her arms and hands. Even worse, when she compressed parts of it the skin around seemed to thin out, and she broke into fits of hysterical laughter when she found that she could knead it like soft dough, and if she looked from the right angle her skin looked strangely translucent and she could see dim shapes and see thick veins pulsing inside. Coming to her senses she pushed a finger inside her mouth and down her throat to try and throw up and maybe get rid of some of the weight. The increasingly wet and slimy insides of her mouth indicated that she would soon be salivating again, and she guessed with the amount of water inside her she would be going all slimy again sometime soon. Cursing her foolishness she pushed harder, until she choked and her throat cramped, but the fluid remained safely inside. In another attempt she pushed her hand further inside, forcing her fingers far down her throat, but the nauseating pain made her cease her efforts, and she realized that all she had managed to do was stimulate her mouth to produce even larger amounts of saliva, and she had to lean to the side to let it flow from her mouth, a sick expression on her face and her tongue lolling as she choked up the thick fluid, and she had trouble pulling her tongue all the way back in her mouth, it seemed to be much longer and thicker than before and she slobbered helplessly, unable to stop.
Before long her bowels were bubbling and producing funny gurgling noises and Sally was hard pressed to free her nose and mouth from the slime and snot that threatened to drown her, and that kept her too busy to care about much else. Her pussy was leaking a thick steady flow of brownish colored slime again, her sex sensitive and swollen. Sitting with her legs spread, the thick goo holding her in place, she began to masturbate with her fingers, her body shuddering in pleasure and she came five times before the horrible lust faded after several hours to the point she could stop. When her panic and lust ebbed she found that she could breathe better if she lay on her side and let the stuff run from her the corner of her mouth and nose, the warm flow from her pussy and ass dribbling over her legs to the join the ever thickening slime on the floor. There was a large puddle of slime around her already and she had no other choice than to lie down in it, but she had almost become used to it, it completely covered the floor and her body and there was no way to escape the nasty stuff. Helplessly she watched her bloated belly slowly shrinking as it pumping fluid into her body - she felt the convulsions across her whole torso - and only now noticed that another major change had taken place, for her breasts were vanishing. The skin across her chest had turned a light-brown color and glistened with slime, turning to a darker hue towards her belly, and except for two large squishy mounds there was no trace of her former impressive bosom, and her nipples were only fading shadows like large freckles. She felt for her aureoles and nipples, but the soft squishy flesh was smooth.
"No..." Sally sobbed, "noooooooooo...glurrgle, gluck."
Mercy. Please show mercy, what, why are you doing this to me, she thought. But of course there was no answer. Fighting the tears welling in her eyes she sat up to scream but instead of words, only a sobering gurgle emerged from her mouth. She tried to scream and yell again, but only produced bubbling mewling sounds that were repulsive, they weren't sounds a human should be able to make. Sally put up a last desperate fight, trying to stand, but she slipped again in the thick slime, and one foot was still stuck to the floor, and her hands could not get hold of anything but the tap, the slick slime covering them making it impossible to hold onto anything, but she finally managed to pull herself up into a squatting position, yet her swollen weight made her free foot slide along the floor until she sat down on her butt with a frustrated sigh. At least the drain had been unblocked and some of the slime was slowly running off with loud sucking gurgles.
Her whole body felt strangely soft and rubbery, and her lust had come back tenfold, so with a moan she spread her legs and started pleasuring herself again, thick ooze running through her fingers as she pleasured herself, to merge with the thick flow running down her flattening chest from her helplessly slobbering mouth and nose. They could at least give me a dildo, she thought as she plunged her hand up to the wrist deep inside her demanding pussy, shocked at how far in it went and how much her sex stretched, gasping in unwanted pleasure as she came again and again, slime spurting from her pussy when she orgasmed, the orgasms frequent and incredibly intense, yet doing nothing to satisfy her aching lust. Finally; after several hours, her horrible lust faded and she looked in disgust at the huge puddle of thick slime that had spewed from her pussy while she was masturbating, and was still oozing slowly from her swollen sex to merge with the thick puddle on the floor. Exhausted from her efforts to satisfy her lust she dozed, napping off and on.
The lights went out suddenly, startling her. Her belly was still slightly swollen, but she no longer looked pregnant, most of the fluid had been like...digested into slime, and a dim greenish glow that still came from above reflected on her shiny, slimy skin. Now that the lights were out her swollen abdomen was only a bulging shadow in the dark of the room, but she had been watching it in horror for hours now, unable to tear her gaze away as its skin slowly turned a pasty grayish-white color with a texture something like a sponge, soft and squishy. She guessed that from whatever sickness or poison had afflicted her body the changes would continue over the night as well, whether she was awake or asleep. The strangely colored and textured skin had slowly spread across her chest with a noticeable line or ridge forming on the edges, and was now creeping along her belly towards her crotch. She rubbed at the thick rubbery skin, and tried to stop it from spreading by pulling at the raised edge, but it was useless. Anything in its path had vanished, her breasts had dissolved into small shapeless lumps, soft and slushy, and the lumps that were still visible were slowly being absorbed into nothingness and her naval had disappeared as well, her chest and belly now almost flat and uniform under the strange skin. Along her thighs and loins her skin had turned rubbery and a grayish-blue color, and developed a meshed pattern with veins, dark and pulsing, visible under the translucent surface. She could feel a growing pressure in her womb, making her feel bloated, and the mound and lips of her sex now protruded several inches, swollen and incredibly sensitive, and to her dismay the horrible unnatural lust was returning. Finally Sally refrained from touching her belly and skin as it began to respond by contracting with muscular spasms, leaving her hunched into a ball for minutes at a time before she could relax again. She desperately began rubbing her aching sex and moaning from the horrible unwanted pleasure, gouts of slime spurting from her pussy every time she orgasmed, and she could feel something soft and spongy inside pushing at her fingertips as she finger fucked herself.
Please God, please, she thought, someone, please help me! She sobbed, making wet mewling sounds as she desperately pleasured herself and massive orgasm after orgasm racked her body. This so wrong, please make it stop! I'm so scared.
As quite some time had passed her hopes that there would be anyone coming to her rescue her had turned to despair, and had undertaken trying to assess her situation and find any means to make the best of it, and to try and escape if possible. So far she had found a position that seemed comfortable enough to retain for some time, which proved to be a hard task given the circumstances. It was hard just to move, the thick gooey slime pulled at her like glue and her muscles seemed to have no strength. She found it was impossible to even raise her arms over her head anymore, the limbs limp and weak. Thoughts of bashing down the door were discarded as ridiculous, and reaching the ceiling qualified for the same. Well, at least she was lying comfortably on her back which had to be sufficient to abate the constant panic rising within her, and the slime almost felt soothing now. She had found if the slime dried on her skin it became dry and would crack painfully, so she lathered the slime over her body anytime she started feeling to dry, Thus she would stay like this until morning, and closed her eyes to sleep. She was totally exhausted and her lust had finally faded again, but the growing pressure in her lower body remained, constant and steadily increasing, her sex slowly stretching from what wanted out, her mound swelling and labial lips protruding more and more, but it felt pleasurable and helped her to sleep.
Sally woke to a tapping sound from somewhere above, and still dizzy from a weird dream she had been having she rolled over and headed for the sink somewhere across the room to splash her face with water, but slipped and fell to the floor with a surprised yelp when she tried to stand up causing her to become fully awake. When she saw white floor tiles instead of carpeting it slowly returned to her mind where she was, naked inside a cell, and it took a few moments of contemplation for her to gather the fragments of memories she had of the day before. She saw that people were walking across the glass pane in the ceiling, but they paid her little or no attention, and she shook her head mumbling. How many people were involved in this? Had they kidnapped other people, were they doing the same horrible things to them? Crawling on all fours she reached for the tap to rinse her thickly encrusted eyes and satisfy her horrible thirst. The cool fluid felt wonderful, but she tried to drink less this time to avoid getting bloated again, and when her vision finally cleared she stared at her arms whose skin had turned bluish grey and deformed looking with lumps and boils that oozed brown goo, and then in growing horror at the rest of her body where she saw that the change to her skin had taken place everywhere except for her front side, which was instead a whitish-beige color with a hint of yellow along the slightly raised sides, and she was covered in slick glistening slime that oozed from her skin. From what she could see of the skin farther up on her sides, back, and ass it almost seemed to have taken on a uneven and smooth convoluted pattern, the rubbery skin soft and flexible, almost pretty the way the slime shimmered on it. Although her body had reverted to a basically female shape it taunted her with its now flat featureless chest and stomach; her breasts were entirely gone without a trace and her chest and belly were covered in a thick pad of slick soft flesh with raised edges, and her grossly swollen mound and stretched gaping sex were obscene, her lust almost unbearable. If someone had pulled this off as a joke, the expression on her face might have been priceless to watch, but it was no joke. But Sally felt far from laughter and sank to her knees in horror, staring at her throbbing sex, the thick swollen dark pink labial lips protruding several inches, the thick flow of slime never ending. What the HELL was happening to her!?! Moaning she reached down and started to stroke her pussy, but she found her fingers blocked by something inside when she tried to insert them to pleasure herself, so instead just rubbed her pussy lips and moaned in pleasure.
And then the skin around her belly started to contract, forcing her into a squatted bent over posture as she moaned in pain, and it almost put her eye to eye with her hideous sex, and she could feel the now unbearable pressure inside building up even more and gritted her teeth, her pussy lips slowly stretching even wider though her legs did not spread. Her anal orifice had bulged into a fat appendage between her buttocks like a giant pimple, and it oozed the same thick slime as her pussy. The skin on her back and sides was slowly turning a darker blue-grey, and segments were lined out on it in a regular mesh like pattern resembling scales. A translucent, resilient layer now covered her head to toe, shimmering, and slimy. Finally her belly skin stopped convulsing and became softer again and she was able to straighten out some, and the pressure inside receded to a bearable level and her sex slowly closed a little. Well at least her bloated belly had vanished, relieving her of a fate as a water pregnant, slime-birthing monstrosity, she thought sarcastically. The thick pad of skin on her chest and belly was now smooth and mostly flat, small muscular ripples running down it in waves every now and then as it kept growing. Thinking of water, she turned to the tap to quench her thirst with the delicious sweet fluid, but she lost control and her belly was already bulging again before her thirst had ebbed and she managed to force herself away from it before she became to bloated to move. She knew the fluid somehow increased the rate of whatever was happening to her, and sat on the floor waiting, and could feel the fluid seep through her body, and then ooze through her very skin to add to the steady flows from her orifices, adding to the ever thickening layer of slime coating her body and the floor. She closed her eyes and cried silently, this was so very, very wrong. What had she done to deserve this?
Her head was balding. What next? She thought. Strands of long black hair clung to her chest, where they had fallen and were stuck to her slimy secretions. She ran a hand across her brow and pulled at the slime soaked sodden strands, and they came off in bunches as she scraped them off her scalp until it was naked and bare to the touch, slick and slimy like the rest of her horrible body. Sobbing as she looked at the gooey wad of hair in her hands that represented a great deal of her former beauty she threw it away angrily, and it landed across the room with a splat and slowly dissolved into the thick slime covering the once clean tiles of the floor. Furiously she managed to stagger up and shook her fists at some invisible foe, then turned her gaze upwards to try and scream profanities and insults, but they stuck in her mouth for a group of people were standing above, watching her and among them was the man who had kidnapped her, wearing a lab coat. Burning anger rose within her and she tried to scream a threat of the untimely and gruesome death she would give him, but produced only a loud wet belch as slime bubbled from her throat. The slobbering mewls and gurgles that followed made it clear that she had lost the power of speech, and Sally desperately tried to force her tongue to obey and formulate words but to no avail, instead it slobbered out of her mouth, impossibly long, and licked at her chest as she stared at it in horror. She looked back up when the man tapped on a microphone, which produced a booming noise within her cell and then heard him say:
"Good morning, I see you're up and well." Blinding light turned on in her cell and her surroundings were white and featureless all of a sudden from the sudden glare, as if the walls had vanished, the sudden bright light painful to her eyes which had adjusted to the dark. Still there was a black rectangle visible in the ceiling, but it hurt to look up and she shielded her eyes with her hands.
"This is Subject 74-C, female. Age 27. She joined our project only a few days ago," The man's voice boomed inside her head as he went on "and is showing the advanced first stages of body modification by a viral DNA altering agent that has been applied through injections. The subject is responding well so far. The form chosen for her is Bielzia coerulans, of the family Limacidae We will visit her again at regular intervals over the next few weeks to get a detailed impression of stages two and three, whereas you may follow stage 4 during the last two weeks of the transformation, and then the subject will become part of our production project. Of course the whole process will be recorded for those who wish to view the process in more detail, it really is quite fascinating. I would like to emphasize the primary aspects of stage one, in which the viral agent develops maximum efficiency on the spots it has been applied to and disperses in the subject's body via circulation and osmosis. As you see the sexual characteristics have changed from female to almost neutral, but keep an eye on the area above the pharynx where an androgynous reproductive organ will develop during stage three as she becomes a hermaphrodite. The organ is incredibly large in relation to the size of the subject's body, and you will be allowed to observe it in action at a later date. You may have noticed that while the pharyngeal structure has changed greatly with the dissolution of the vocal cords and increase in tongue size, the skull and teeth remain untouched for now, and the skull will retain its human form until the bone begins to liquefy in stage three. This is due to the special spinal qualities of mammals; they are among the last human features to change and the nervous system and brain go last. Keep in mind that while the physical appearance of our subjects may have changed dramatically, their mental qualities are nearly untouched and they are to be treated with special care and it would be a mistake to treat them as the animals they have become. However in this particular case the dissolution of neural tissue will have a significant impact on the durability of mental health since the brain and nervous system will be reformed into a primitive ganglia within about four weeks. While the mental stability of our other participants; those undergoing vertebrate or mammalian changes, may remain intact almost indefinitely this subjects human memories and awareness will fade over time, eventually disappearing altogether as the primitive ganglia will be unable to maintain them. However it will be so slow the subject will not even realize it is happening, and it is quite painless, it will not suffer. We expect the subject to retain its approximate body mass, and it may even grow in size which will be encouraged as that will benefit our project. Although the pharynx is capable of processing food its diet will remain liquid for now, the change and rearrangement of internal organs takes place in stages two and three, which is why we will be able to watch food consumption during the final stage only as the radula forms and becomes functional. Let's move on to the next subject, a rare Cyclura lewisi..."
When the deafening noise finally ebbed Sally had collapsed, stunned by the doctor's voice that had roared inside her head like thunder, her ears horribly sensitive, and her brain thereto had sent bolts of lightning into her body, numbing it and rendering her helpless until she managed to cover her ears. She tried to scream from the pain, slobbering and drooling even more as her tongue flopped around, thick strands of slime slinging off of it. She had scraped handfuls of slime from her body and pressed her hands to her ears in an effort to deaden the loud noises. She noticed her ears were lacking earlobes now, and were little more than holes. She had to poke around inside to try to get the slime out of them but finally gave up, in fact all her body had been coated by slime for so long it almost felt normal, and it was unlikely that there would be music playing in her cell or any other sound would be heard that was worth listening to. She sank to the floor and stared at the white tile walls in despair, fragments of the last sentences that he had spoken still lingered in her mind and she thought that she was going insane, she had understood enough of what he said to utterly terrify her. This was totally impossible! Dear God, what was she becoming? How could they do such a horrible thing? And WHY!?!
As the man led his fellow research associates to the next observation window he didn't dwell much on the creature in the cell they had just left. He no longer thought of her as human, after all most of her human DNA was gone now, all that remained was for her to assume her new form. She had just been a common prostitute, and no one would miss her or even care. At least now she would serve a useful purpose, and a most profitable one. The way he saw it he had given her a new purpose for existing, a rather unique one. Most of his associates even thought she was a "volunteer", and if they wondered why anyone would willingly allow themselves to undergo transformation into such a form they didn't ask, and of course she couldn't say. Once the change was finished no one would even believe she'd ever been human. The fact was almost all the other subjects undergoing transformation to the same form were also "volunteers" with the exception of a few actual volunteers, but of course the real volunteers would be returned to their human forms once the experiments they had volunteered for were concluded. They were a smoke screen of sorts though; the other permanent "volunteers" were the big payoff, their transformations would be complete and total, and they would never be human again. There was a way to make sure of that so even if what had happened to them was discovered nothing could be done for them. It was perfect.
Her rage had worn off. Dumbstruck by the appearance of the group above, and lacking any means to voice her anger, she doubted that it would have made any sense to send snot flying from her nose and slime from her mouth if no one could interpret it, it would just make her look ridiculous. With an effort she rolled over on her belly as that position felt more comfortable; thick strands of slime trying to pull her back, which proved to be her next mistake because the thick slime acted like a sucker, and the soft tissue on her belly adhered to the floor with a moist slurping noise, leaving her glued to the spot. It was serious this time, for try as she might her body would not budge, all she could do was squirm. She tried to wriggle free but could not bring any significant leverage to bear on her torso though she slid across the floor for some inches once or twice until her head bumped the wall, then back again, but it wasn't getting her anywhere, there was nowhere to go in the small room. The suction was just too strong, and her arms too weak to provide much leverage, and she could only kick feebly with her legs
To her surprise her arms looked somehow wrong after she had tried to heave up her body only to have the slime pull her back down, and they had bent into an abnormal bowed shape and stayed this way for several minutes before slowly returning to their original shape. There was no strength in them, and they felt strangely soft and almost malleable and the thick slime was making her fingers stick together almost like they were webbed, and to her horror she suddenly realized there WAS a thin layer of almost clear skin stretched between her fingers now, and if she held her hands up to the bright light they were translucent and she could almost see through them. Sally watched the awkward process with amazement as her arms slowly straightened, and decided not to put her arms to any further strain after she had seen what happened, so she let them rest next to her sides as even holding them out or stretching them forward was uncomfortable, if she let them go limp they would just pull into her sides anyway. Besides she was exhausted and started sweating - of sorts - for she now produced slime in ever greater quantities as it seeped from her very skin, yet it was not of any help as she had hoped, on the contrary it seemed to help stick her in this position for good as it thickened around her forming a thick slimy cocoon of sorts.
With a weary sigh she ceased her struggles and let her body sink into the goo below, on, and in fact everywhere around her, there was no escaping the foul stuff. The drain was hopelessly clogged and the stuff now covered the floor to a depth of several inches, but at least the thick turgid mess felt cool and soothing against her slick slimy skin. She had to turn her head sideways to keep from drowning, and she rested her cheek on the slime covered floor; the level almost to her nose, her tongue lolling in the slime as she could no longer keep it in her mouth. Fortunately she was able to reach the tap, and every so often took deep drinks of the sweet fluid that flowed from it, and shortly after she did the flow of slime would increase again but she no longer cared as she tried to slake her horrible thirst. The worst was she was unable to reach her vagina, and it throbbed with need and the lust was almost unbearable. From time to time she would squirm and wiggle, tying to break loose from the grip of the slime, but to no avail. Finally with a slobbering mewl she gave up, resting in the gooey bed of slime that encased her whole body in a thick glistening shroud, breath whistling in an out of her mouth as she drooled and blew bubbles.
Soon she had lost any feeling of her body, apparently the floor, mucus, and her skin were pretty much the temperature, and if she did not move there was no sensation at all, but her body wasn't really numb, she could feel it if she moved or tried to. She closed her eyes in an attempt to flee this horrible reality that seemed a nightmare brought horribly to life, and tried to remember anything that the man had said the day before, so as to come to a conclusion as to what was happening to her, but could not grasp the surreal nature of the matter and her thoughts drifted. At least a day had passed without any noticeable improvement in her situation and Sally passed them dormant for lack of alternatives, helplessly stuck to the floor, and she felt tired all the time now, the slightest attempt at moving leaving her exhausted. Her body made strange noises and gurgled inside, and at times ripples and spasms in her abdomen made her wince in pain and discomfort, and the pressure inside was building steadily, a dull throbbing ache of which she was acutely aware. She ground her crotch against the slimy floor to try and appease the lust in her sex, but it didn't help much though she did reach an intense orgasm a few times, giving muffled mewling squeals as she climaxed. And still the slime flowed from her body, miring her ever deeper in its sticky grasp. She began to fear she would drown in it, having to struggle to keep her face about the surface.
A sudden tingling in her arms like they were going to sleep brought her back to unwanted awareness, and she opened her eyes to see what was happening, but as she saw no apparent changes she closed them again. But she opened her eyes again a short time later as the tingling turned into a strange tugging and pulling, and her arms were twitching and spasming limply, and the strange feeling soon reaching her elbows and proceeded even further towards her shoulders and then faded into numbness. Puzzled, she looked at her arms, but they lay still and were coated in a thick gelatinous layer of slime with a dry crusty shell. She had been pinned and helpless for days now and was entirely covered in a glistening shroud of slime. Yet as she tried to move an arm her forearm would not respond and only her shoulder twitched, but after she struggled a little one arm pulled loose from the slime, and then her limp boneless hand and forearm slowly retracted into her upper arm like a deflating balloon, leaving a dripping stump in place of her limb. In horror she felt; and saw, the same thing happening to her other arm as well, its hand being limp and lifeless like an empty glove and slowly pulling up into a fat stubby appendage, utterly useless and with no feeling remaining and she could see veins pulsing inside the translucent flesh. As she witnessed the changes it sent a sickening feeling through her body, and she tried to deny what she had seen. She tried to move her arms, feel her fingers, but the stumps just flapped weakly. Slobbering she tried to scream, but only managed the now familiar wet gurgles and mewling sounds that were all her throat could produce now.
Panicking she struggled and managed to stir as the slime coating her body and the floor had thickened and dried some over the last few days as it thickened, and the floor finally released her torso reluctantly with a wet tearing sound. Propped up with one stump and wagging the other she tried to push her body ahead and succeeded eventually, but it took her ages to creep along the floor towards the tap, and it occurred to her that this was her new means of locomotion for the future, that from now on she would have to go on her belly like a snake. Was that was she was becoming, a snake of some kind? Then she reached her goal, and fumbling at the tap she managed to open it; understanding what the very large handle was for now, enough that a constant flow of the thick sweet fluid came from it. She could not focus her brain on anything else but the need to quench her thirst and drank deeply, feeling the fluid enter her body cool and refreshing and spreading across it from the inside out as it filled her belly until she sloshed. She wrapped her large soft lips around the spout and suckled at the tap, swallowing until she felt her skin become tense and taught as she swelled, but still kept drinking until she couldn't hold any more without bursting, and then she let the spout go with a final slurp, her tongue licking up the last sweet drops.
She had totally lost control of her senses during the last few moments, driven by a compulsive instinct to satisfy her unnatural thirst that had shut out any other thought. Now she reclined against the wall, breathing heavily and was hard pressed to keep her body from jiggling and quivering like a balloon with every little movement she made she was so swollen and bloated. She felt the pressure inside building again, and her sex began to stretch even more as it increased, and the horrible lust returned, and she suddenly realized what she had done had been a major mistake as she felt a surge of changes ripple through her body, fueled by the sweet fluid she had ingested. Oh God, noooooo, please! She thought, this has got to stop, how can they do this? I feel so strange. Please, somebody, anybody, help me! She looked at the horrible blue-grey rubbery skin covering her body, the stumps of her arms, and starting crying silently. A short time later she lifted her head and watched with tears in her eyes as the doctor and some other people in lab coats stood and looked down at her. The mike boomed into life, and since she couldn't put her hands over her ears this time she had to listen, cringing from the loud booming noise that hurt her sensitive ear holes.
"Ladies and Gentleman, fellow scientists. Here we have Subject 75-C, female, Age 27. As you can see she has entered into Stage 3 on time, her upper limbs are being absorbed to fuel the change, and soon will completely disappear, her lower appendages will follow in the near future. She will also start to form her new sexual organs as well and her body will begin to assume its new form. Once her limbs are gone Stage 3 will have been completed and she will enter Stage 4, the final stage. The large amounts of nutrient she just ingested will help to speed up and fuel the next stage and complete the transformation, and in about two weeks the subject will be ready to begin production. Now on to our next subject, please follow me."
Sally waved her stumps and pleaded with her eyes for help, for mercy, mewling and slobbering, her obscene tongue dragging and licking over her flat rubbery chest, but the scientists just looked at her like she was something mildly interesting under a microscope, and then moved away out of sight leaving her alone again to mewl and slobber in despair. Her swollen bloated gut was heaving and gurgling, and she could feel changes happening inside of her as her insides changed and rearranged themselves, old organs disappearing, new ones forming, and she could actually see some of it happening as her soft rubbery skin was stretched thin and almost translucent in places. Finally she slumped against the wall, and breathing heavily from her exertions fell asleep, her head hanging as her long tongue lolled out as she could no longer keep it in her mouth without constantly concentrating on doing so. But the soft wet appendage looked more like a tube now, and small sharp points had begun to push out from it as it became more muscular, slime dripping from it in thick strands as it curled and flopped aimlessly. As she slept the shimmering translucent skin now encasing most of her body thickened and spread, the two different kinds on her back and underside joining to form a noticeable ridge along her sides as they slowly encased her body. The last bones in her arms dissolved leaving the stumps hanging like bags of jelly, and the rest of her bones began to soften as well, her toes growing together as a layer of skin spread over them until they resembled slimy socks.
She didn't know how much longer it was before the next series of drastic changes began to occur, maybe few days, but not much more. The changes would speed up for awhile, then slow down and stop, only to speed up again a day or so later, but the time between was decreasing. The scientists had come and gone again, but she had not paid them any mind as her total attention was fixed on the continuing and increasingly horrible changes her helpless writhing body was undergoing. The lower part of her body yet had legs though her toes were long gone, at least until one more horrible change started to happen. The swelling in her lower abdomen had finally become agonizing, and she struggled to push it out from her sex, to relieve the horrible pressure. Moaning and mewling she pushed and pushed, her pussy stretching more and more as a thick spongy mass laced with pulsing veins crested and began to push out from her straining body like she was giving birth. She stared at it not understanding, then threw her head back with a gasping moan as suddenly the pressure increased and she gave a shrill squeal of pain, and then it was released with a loud wet slurping sound and she felt a sickeningly pleasurable orgasm rack her body as the mass began forcing its way from her body. She leaned her head back gasping and slobbering in relief, but could feel that whatever had wanted out was still pushing out from her sex, and lowering her head she looked, and her eyes widened in horror. The thick spongy mass pushing out from her sex was thickening and spreading and had made its way down her legs and was at the knees now, and as it went it was pulling her legs tightly together and absorbing them! She watched as her sex finally split open, her pussy lips tearing, but there was no pain, and she felt one last sensation of pleasure from her labial lips as they thinned and merged with the bulging growth, and her sex was absorbed without a trace.
"Nuuuuu, plbsssee, nurgle, glurk, nuuuuuu" she mewled as she struggled to keep her legs apart, to stop the growth of the spreading mass of pulsing flesh that was devouring her and encasing her lower body in a thick rubbery sheath. Her body still narrowed at the hips in appealing feminine curves and her otherwise flat front side showed a buxom bump where her belly used to be in cruel ridicule of her once human anatomy. She shifted a little and saw her pelvic bone move beneath the rippling rubbery skin. Surprised by the fact that there were still bones inside her body; but her legs now felt limp and boneless with no strength remaining. She tried to push up; supported by the wall, and even managed to glide into a more or less erect position. Taking a few steps from the wall she stood in euphoria at her performance, but then her unbalanced and bending twitching rubbery body slipped and she toppled over, it was the last time she would ever stand upright like a human being. The dull thump and wet splat as she landed in the thick turgid slime made her snort in scorn of the exhibition she had made of herself, and she lay on her back propped against the wall, her body twisting and writhing helplessly while she mused about the options that were left to her. But then she turned her concentration to witness a chilling sight as she watched her legs slowly merging and growing together as her thick spongy abdomen; which now ended at her knees in a smooth shape with no sign of her waste, hips, or thighs, slowly crept lower despite her best efforts to stop or slow that horrible growth. She could actually see the skin thickening and rippling as it flowed down her legs. She resignedly accepted that if she was to move about the room she would have to slither on her belly as her feebly twitching legs continued to be absorbed, although she had not the faintest idea how as she had not experienced any control over her new body yet, except for involuntary contractions in places from the sensitive skin on her front as it spread and conformed to her ever changing shape, the lip of the fleshy pad following the spongy growth that was absorbing her lower body. The stumps that had been left of her arms had almost been totally absorbed; only useless bumps remained that she could no longer even feel or move, thus robbing her of the little support they had given and her ankles had grown together and started to vanish into what she now knew was a tail that was quickly covering her feet as well, and it wagged a little if she tried to move her legs, but was immobile otherwise.
Soon every trace of her legs and feet were gone, leaving only the thick tubular tail that twitched at times if she tried to move her legs again, but they were gone, the tail was hers and she slowly started to have more control over it, tried to adjust to the strange feeling. The thick soft pad on her chest and belly had now grown down over her crotch to where her knees had been, forming a ridge as it joined with the bluish-grey rubbery flesh on her sides as it went, completely encasing her body. She felt like she was wrapped in a heavy wet sack, all efforts to move only made her squirm. She had been so mesmerized by the continuing horror that she hadn't noticed she was being observed, but she lifted her head gargling and slobbering in terror when the man started talking again, the room echoing to the loud noise.
Again the loud painful mike boomed into life, and she heard the man say, "Ah yes, as we can see Subject 75-C, female. Age 27, has now completed Stage 3, slightly ahead of time. Her exertions and regular intake of nutrients helped to speed up the changes. At this stage the subject is no longer considered human as her DNA has been totally changed and re-sequenced to its new template, so its designation is changed to "Bielzia Coerulans, No. 25". In a week she will be collected and taken to her new home to lead a productive life, but we'll return for more inspections before then. Now on to the next...."
Sally pondered her situation, trying to understand what had happened; and was still happening, to her. She found it growing strangely hard to concentrate on anything for more than a few minutes. For a day or two not much else happened except for her tail becoming more formed as her remaining leg and hip bones completely liquefied and were absorbed leaving only her spine and skull. She mewled in pain as her head began to throb and hurt, and a strange, but pleasant, sensation was growing inside the upper right hand side of her head and neck, though it was hard to tell exactly where her neck ended and her body began now as she no longer had any shoulders, her body was now mostly tubular except for the flat pad on her underside and a keel towards the tip of her tail. She knew she wasn't human anymore, but what WAS she though? The thick slime continued to keep her stuck helplessly in place and she couldn't even turn her head to look at herself, but she didn't want to, terrified of what she would see. Her body felt so strange, alien and wrong, and she kept feeling for arms and legs she no longer had.. Her body seemed to be nothing more than a heavy rubbery fluid filled sack with no bones or recognizable features of any kind that she could relate to. Mewling, she squirmed helplessly before giving up again, her large slimy body pulsing as the changes continued.
For the first time since she'd started changing the door opened, and she raised her head hopefully, pleading with her still human eyes as a man leaned in. But all he did was make a face as he looked at her in obvious revulsion, and throw the contents of a bucket on the floor, then the door slammed and she was left on her own again. With a sad mewling slobber she looked at what he had brought her. It was garbage, literally. There were orange peels, wilting lettuce, and other leavings. In spite of herself she began to eat the filthy food, using her teeth covered tongue to scoop the garbage into her gaping maw of a mouth. Since she could no longer turn on the tap she had begun to eat even the thick congealed slime covering the floor, so to the thing she had become the garbage was a welcome meal, but tears ran down her slick rubbery face as she slobbered and ate. Was this all she would have to eat from now on, garbage? She realized she couldn't even smell it, her sense of smell was gone and she could no longer breathe through her nose, so knew it was gone too. When she was finished with the horrible meal she hopefully scrapped at the floor looking for more, and when there wasn't any she ate slime instead.
That became the routine over the next couple of days, she was fed garbage at regular intervals, and not much seemed to happen except that that her head hurt more as she felt it changing shape and her teeth receded into her gums as even her jaws softened and reformed into a gaping wet hole. The strange pleasurable feeling in her head neck built until it finally faded, but she was aware of a sensitive opening on the right side of her head now. At times her body would suddenly convulse and powerful ripples would run through it as both her tail and neck pushed out as her body stretched and became more muscular, the pad on her underside spreading to most of the underside of her tail as her new body kept taking form.
And finally she was able to pull free of the slime which now seemed slicker, and flopping onto her belly she could move by slithering easily through the slime with muscular ripples of her belly pad. She was becoming used to her horribly strange new body, but had no idea what she was yet. If she was a snake of some kind, why were her strange mottled thick rubbery scales so soft, and why didn't she have any teeth or jaws? Her mouth was just a gaping slime oozing maw with her horrible teeth covered tongue hanging out all the time as she slobbered constantly. She turned her supple neck and looked at the...shell?, that was growing on her back about where her shoulders had once been. For some time it had been getting harder and harder to breath and she gasped as she tried to draw air into her slobbering mouth, and at one point she panicked as her mouth stopped sucking in air, but suddenly she felt a labored breath suddenly suck in through a hole on her back, and after that breathing became much easier. It seemed her mouth was now only for eating, she thought as she hungrily shoveled more garbage into it ravenously. She no longer cared what she ate. And finally she was able to pull her tongue completely into her mouth and control it, large rubbery flaps covering the slime filled orifice.
She suddenly froze, and pulled her head and tail in as much as she could as a loud booming voice filled the room. She looked up to see the man and other people looking down at her.
"Ah, as you can see 'Subject Bielzia corulans, No. 25' has entered the very final stages of its transformation. Nothing human remains of the lower body from the neck down, and only vague human features remain to the face, but already even the nose and mouth have changed. The tail and keel are now well formed and recognizable, as is the belly pad and fringe, or 'foot', and the mantle is almost fully formed, and it is breathing through its Pneumostome, its mouth now only used for ingesting food. We'll return one more time in about a day, the transformation should be almost completed by then."
The pain and throbbing in her head had been getting steadily worse, and she heard a soft popping sound and the room suddenly started bouncing and rotating and instinctively she tried to stretch out her arms to steady herself as she was still thinking as a human, but managed nothing of course other than just squirming in her slime. While her mind was screaming in fear her body lay in helpless apathy but was obviously safe for it had not been the room that was moving, and now she could see an eyeball had fallen from its socket onto her chest, where it clung to the thick slime leaving her vision distorted in a sickening two-angle perspective, the fallen eye staring at the floor, her other eye staring down at it in horror. It was still attached to her head with a sinewy strand that was slowly fattening and thickening into a wriggling appendage, and soon she was able to raise it and it jutted from her head, a glistening tubular eyestalk easily two feet in length while her other eye remained in place staring up at the bobbing twitching eyestalk in amazement as she tried to control it, and she could see her other eye was starting to bulge from her face already, or what remained of it. A short time later it popped loose as well, and also slowly grew into a long flexible eyestalk.
The new "flexible" eyesight was disconcerting at first, but she soon managed to adjust to being able to look in two directions at once. And it also allowed her to finally get a good look at herself, a thing that she had unable to do; and had avoided so far, but was unable to keep from doing now that she was able to. As she had expected there was no resemblance to her former self to be found, nothing human remained. And she finally understood what she had become, but could only scream silently in her head from the unimaginable horror of it as she could no longer make any sounds other then wet slobbering gargling noises as she extended and retracted her slimy radula. Her head had deteriorated into a soft rubbery mass as her skull liquefied, save for thick fat lip flaps with a glistening tendril or tentacle jutting out and twitching on either side, and she found she could feel and actually smell with them and realized they were sensory stalks of some kind. If she opened her soft flabby lips she could see her mouth was a gaping wet maw, whereas within a coarse tubular tongue lay coiled in a pool of slime that quivered and pulsed as her hideous tongue squirmed. Of her nose and cheekbones there was no sign, and a raised ridge ran up the middle of her head dividing it evenly. She could see a hole near the base of her right eyestalk just under the edge of her mantle, and she felt a spiracle somewhere on the side of her body at the edge of her shell like mantle and she was breathing through it, and it was bubbling and whistling from her rapid horrified breaths as she looked at herself, and her back, sides, and tail were covered in thick glistening rubbery scales, bluish-grey in color with smooth raised convolutions running down its length. There was be no trace left of her human body, nothing to give the slightest hint of the monstrosity's origins other than her still human eyes, otherwise she was a perfect giant slug, over seven feet long.
NOOOOO!, she screamed in her mind, writhing and squirming, trying to deny it, trying to fight her way out of the horrible rubbery slimy shroud covering her once beautiful body. But all the giant slug did was squirm and quiver, its eyestalks desperately waving back and forth with still human eyes staring out from them in utter terror and hopeless despair, it's long slimy radula flailing the air in a desperate attempt to at least scream aloud, make one last human sound, to plead for help, slobbering and drooling slime. She had hoped for some part of her body to remain unchanged, some flaw that might give away that she was once human, not a slimy beast, and that some kind soul might notice and come to her aid. But the fact that there were people above, watching, like they had probably been for hours, reminded her that this was actually well known, they had seen it before, and that the changes her body had gone through were the only reason that the people took an interest in her. No one would come dashing in like Prince Charming to give her a kiss and restore the damsel in distress to her former self. This was a nightmare from which she would never awake. No one here cared, and no one else had any idea what had happened to her. Even if someone found her there was no way she could ever tell them she had once been a human woman. The mike boomed and the slug pulled in on itself from the painfully loud sound, the man's words hard to understand as it no longer had ears, and 'heard' them more from the vibration of the sound waves against its sensitive body.
"As you can see 'Bielzia coerulans No. 25' has entered the very last part of Stage 4, the transformation process will be completed in approximately twenty four hours. The last to change is the brain and remaining nervous system, including the eyes. Once the eyes have become the rudimentary eyes of a slug the change will be complete. Then the subject will be transferred to the production facility. However we are not through with it yet, I have a treat planned for our newest slug, one it will probably enjoy. In three days time we will meet at the production facility so you can view a very interesting event. And now as we move along..."
Sally had been trying to beg for help, slithering partly up the wall, her eyestalks staring with pleading eyes, her tongue flailing, but now that the people had gone she slumped back onto the floor and wallowed in her slime. Oh God no, please! She thought, not a slug, anything but a slug! I don't want to be a horrible slimy THING! She gurgled as her body spasmed again, another powerful ripple running down it as her tail and neck pushed out further. I must be seven feet long, she thought as she turned her eyestalks and looked at her body. The thick rubbery blue-grey flesh covering it was patterned with shimmering scales and smooth ridges with a noticeable ridge or keel running down the center of the back, and the mantle had grown to cover about a third of her upper back. In places she could see thick veins pulsing under the translucent flesh. She tried to get up, desperately trying to stand up like the human she knew was trapped inside the horrible body, but all she could do was rear up, eyestalks waving desperately, thick strands of slime oozing from her body. The door opened, garbage was thrown in, and eagerly she began to feed, shoveling the filth into her mouth with her slobbering radula, tears dripping from her still human eyes, the only human feature remaining.
During the "night" she felt a few final changes happening inside of her as she lay staring into the dark, and slowly the bodily convulsions slowed, and then eventually stopped and she ceased to grow in length at over ten feet fully extended, but could pull her muscular and stretchable body up into a more compact form. But the most horrible were her dulling thoughts and awareness, she still remembered that she was; or had once been, human, but it no longer seemed to matter and she found it increasingly hard and irritating to even try to think. And slowly her eyesight began to change, and turning her eyestalks to look at one another she could see her pupils enlarging to merge with the rest of her eyes as they slowly became mostly black, blank and dull with no intelligence showing in them. Colors became increasingly faded and washed out looking as her eyes slowly became little more than light/dark photo receptors, the primitive eyes of a slug. Nothing human remained now, no trace at all. As her brain; the very last human vestige to change, slowly became the nerve ganglion of a mollusk her human mind was driven deeper and deeper under as the instincts of the primitive creature she had become took over. When the lights came back on the next "day" she no longer responded as anything other than the giant slug she had totally and completely become. Sally was gone, even a detailed autopsy would reveal no trace of human DNA, but her mind remained, horribly aware.
A few hours later the slug was fed again, and it happily devoured the delicious food. Sally knew what was happening as she felt and saw what the slug did, but she had no control over her hideous body, even that was denied her. Sometime later two men came with a low shallow tray like trolley mounted on a wheeled base, and using prods forced the slowly slithering and agitated slug onto the tray. Then they pushed the trolley long hallways as the huge slug waved its eyestalks about in confusion, not liking the movement and bright lights. Sally hoped and prayed they were taking her someplace to help her, to end this horror, to right this hideous degradation of a fellow human, to return her humanity to her, that the atrocity would end. But of course that was not the case. They wheeled her through another door, and prodded the slug off the trolley. It found itself in a large terrarium, with a clear glass wall on one side. It was rather pleased with its new surrounding and slithered off to explore. The ground was coarse granular gravel and dirt with living plants, and there were logs and rocks arranged in platforms to provide climbing surfaces and "hideaways". It moved easily over the gravel and up and over the obstacles, leaving a glistening trail of slime. There was also garbage scattered about, and happily the slug began to feed.
Oh God realized Sally, I'm in a cage like at a zoo. Come see the hideous giant slug! The slug soon finished exploring its new; rather limited, home. It found a shallow pool of water then never went dry and took a drink, and then picked a favorite spot under a large log to sleep and rest during the "day". Desperately Sally tried to regain some control, and the slug would stop and quiver for awhile, but that was all she could do. For two days nothing happened, then a mike boomed into life again; why the hell did they have a mike inside a cage anyway; she wondered, they must want her to hear them. She concentrated on the loud noises, trying to understand.
"As you can see the transformation is complete, 'Bielzia coerulans No. 25' is now nothing more than a common slug, albeit a rather disgustingly large specimen", the man said, which got polite laughter. Now as promised I've arranged a treat; for both us and our slimy friend. Observe its reaction to the introduction of another slug of the same species, one that has been injected with sexual hormones to induce estrus."
The huge slug that had been Sally suddenly noticed a scent in the air, and eagerly slithered from its hiding place to find the other slug it could smell. It quickly found the other slugs trail of slime, excited by the offer to mate included in the new slugs scent. Sally followed the trail and quickly found the other slug, and began to circle and rub against it, both of them licking one another with their rubbery lips and long snaking radula's, their dull eyes staring into one another's with lust showing in them, the taste of the others slime delicious and stimulating. Oh God, thought Sally, what's happening? It feels so good! As she stared into the other giant slugs eyes she realized it must have been human once too, and wondered who he, or she, had been. How long had they been like this, like her? She shuddered in pleasure as she rubbed her own slimy body against the other slug's equally slimy body, it felt sooo good! Oh God, she could feel something stirring, growing inside her head and suddenly realized what was happening. Oh, please NO, not as a slug, please! She moaned in her limited mind. Stop, STOP, NOO! But the slug ignored the irritating itch in its mind as it kept courting its beautiful mate to be.
"Well, boomed the mike, this will take some time; the foreplay can last for hours. Let's leave our lovers to get better acquainted for now, they'll be monitored and we'll be called back once they start to get serious. You're in for a treat; the mating habits of slugs are very unique."
After a long delightful time of caressing and licking one another they began to entwine around one another, rubbing their bodies lovingly against their mate, their bodies quivering in growing lust and pleasure. No, no, NO! Sally screamed in her mind, she had a feeling this was a horrible mistake, for both her and her "lover". But the slug she had become ignored her silent wails, and grasped its lover even closer, their caresses becoming frenzied and frantic as they entwined, the pleasure increasing. Suddenly they froze; their heads close together as they stared into one another's eyes in mindless adoration, brushing their sensor stalks gently against one another's faces. Sally felt a sudden stirring in her head, a pleasurable swelling and thickening, and turned an eyestalk to watch as what was obviously a penis began to emerge from the hole near the base of her right eyestalk, and her other eye watched the other slugs penis beginning to emerge and become erect too. They were a bluish tinted translucent white, amazingly large in relation to their body size, thick and prehensile as they kept sliding out. NO, OH GOD NO! WE CAN'T, IT'S WRONG! WE'RE NOT ANIMALS~! PLEASE STOP! OH GOD!" she wailed in her mind, she didn't want this, it was obscene, but ohhh God, it felt so good! The slug just ignored the irritating tickle in its mind and quivered in building ecstasy as it prepared to couple with its lover.
The mike boomed, but in her throes of lust Sally paid no attention, the pleasure overwhelming even the human part of the slugs mind. "Ah, this is more like it, the doctor said. As you notice they've already begun to extend their penises from their genital gonopores. What follows next is unique and wonderful, nature never ceases to amaze, does it? They will mate as male and female at the same, exchanging sperm."
Sally shuddered as her penis brushed against the other slugs, then they began it tenderly wrap around the other's and she watched in amazement as they changed shape, her penis throbbing as it grew, the tips flattening and forming a kind of frill as they penetrated one another and wrapped tightly together, and oh, oh, it was the most pleasurable thing she had ever felt in her life, and she stopped trying to resist, giving herself over entirely to the slug she now was, her lover the only thing that mattered as they coupled. They shuddered as massive orgasms rippled through their quivering bodies, the first of many as the mating would an hour or longer, intense sexual euphoria washing over them as they pumped sperm into one another.
"Ah! Said the doctor, observe that as the penises make contact the tips began to expand and flatten into frills, amazing, isn't it? Now the frills will begin to unroll for the next stage, and now they're fully unrolled, and, yes, now they are coiling tightly together, look at them quivering, they're enjoying themselves. And now they're penetrating one another, yes, the margins are forming, and now the double margins are fully formed and they are actively copulating. They will have numerous orgasms, or what passes for orgasms in slugs, as they exchange sperm. Because of the size of their penises it's believed slugs experience more sexual pleasure then most other animals, and they can have up to six orgasms in one coupling. In a few days both slugs will lay hundreds of eggs. No. 25 is the last human to slug volunteer, and all of them will be mated with one another on a rotating basis in order to provide a stable breeding population, and they will provide more than enough offspring to meet the supply and demand for their excretions. The slime; or mucus, they produce is the base for many of the companies best selling beauty products. It is a natural moisturizer. Normal sized slugs wouldn't be capable of producing the amounts needed, but the giant specimens will, and stimulation will help to increase output considerably. But the original subjects will be used mainly for breeding after their initial offspring become adults and start production. And they will live as long as they would have as humans, so we can expect fifty years or more of constant production, breeding, and egg laying. I rather think they'll enjoy it, look at them shuddering, I think they just came. One interesting side effect is that until now it would have been possible to return the volunteers to human form, but once they have successfully mated; and had an orgasm, the sexual hormones released seal the transformation and it becomes irreversible. They're like this for good now, no matter what. Well, this will go on quite some time, and while fascinating we other things to attend to. Follow me please."
In between numerous orgasms as she and her lover writhed in ecstasy Sally had listened half heartedly to the man's ramblings, she had no choice as the voice was so loud. She heard the heartless bastard describe their sexual act in detail as they performed for their "audience", and how they would be bred with other slugs, their human minds trapped and helpless but still enjoying the incredible, but unwanted, pleasure, but her eyestalks stood straight up in hope when he mentioned it would be possible to return her to human form, then became rigid in utter horror when he reached the part about sex making the change permanent. She quivered as she orgasmed yet again, the pleasure excruciating, and screamed in her mind, and the other slug stared into her eyes and she somehow knew it had heard, and also understood, that their mating had sealed their fates. NO, NO, NOOOO! OH GOD NOOOOO! She wailed silently even as the sexual euphoria continued.
Finally the pleasure and lust began to fade, and the two slugs slowly uncoupled their penises and withdrawing them into their heads, both now pregnant. They looked at one another in mutual horror and despair, then the slugs went opposite ways in search of food, they no longer had any interest in one another. A short time later the other slug was collected and Sally was left alone. Tired after the lovely mating, and satisfyingly full from the ample food provided, the huge slug slithered to its favorite resting place. As it pulled in its eyestalks to rest it ignored the irritating wailing it could sense deep in what passed for its mind.
The huge slug that was once Sally lay in a large tub quivering in pleasure, drooling and slobbering thick globs of mucus as the wires attaching to its body stimulated it sexually; and in other ways, to cause maximum production of mucus, the thick slick fluid oozing from its shuddering body and dripping through the mesh tray it was lying on, to be sucked into collection bottles. The probes inserted into its anus and gonopore tingled and vibrated continuously, speeding up and slowing down, and it was given regular injections of a formula that caused maximum increase of slime and also acted as an aphrodisiac, thus keeping the huge slug in a state of almost constant sexual euphoria. Every now and then an attendant would move down the long row of tanks containing the giant mollusks and rub rubber scrapers across their slick bodies to clean off the thick slimy goo. The slug enjoyed the daily hours long sessions in the tank, and Sally had no choice but to enjoy it as well. She was swollen with eggs again, and knew she would soon be taken to a laying chamber, and then immediately afterwards to be bred again by one of her many mates, and she was looking forward to the incredible pleasure again. She watched an attendant with her eyestalks as he gently ran a scraper over her sides and back, and quivered in pleasure. She looked forward to laying her eggs too; it felt wonderful as they squeezed out of her body, one after another for hours. The constant sexual stimulation and breeding was the only thing that made her horrible existence bearable to what remained of her human mind. When her session was over she obediently slithered onto a trolley to be taken back to her 'home'. She hoped there would be orange peels in the night's dinner, they were her favorite.
It has been almost five years now since her transformation, but she no longer had any concept of time, that ability had faded away along with so many others. Life to her was eating, sleeping, pleasurable stimulation, joyous mating, and laying eggs. In the last year she and the other original "volunteers" had been removed from mucus production and were used solely for breeding now. They were kept in constant estrus and mated and produced eggs several times a month. They were making millions for the company that "employed" them, and no records existed to show they had once been human. Only a few people even knew that they even existed. It was a simple pleasurable life and the slug that had been Sally was perfectly happy and content. Within two years of the transformation her human mind and memories had degraded to the point that they finally finished merging with the ganglia of the slug's primitive nervous system and what was left of Sally's mind was able to assume control, but it really didn't matter as they were truly one being now. She WAS a slug now, and no longer remembered having been anything else, and was perfectly content with her life. It was merciful in a way as the despair and horror of those first two years had faded and was gone now forever. The approx 10% of her human mind and awareness that had remained merged with the slugs instincts, and while a moron by human standards by slug standards she was a genius, not that it meant much. But it was enough to make the constant sex more enjoyable, and she and her equally "smart" mates dragged the couplings out for much longer periods of pleasurable sex.
During one coupling her and her mate's penises became entangled and despite their best efforts they were unable to disengage from their coitus. Finally the other slug performed a process called "apophallation" and gnawed off Sally's penis to free its own. She knew what was happening, and surprisingly it almost felt pleasurable. Having been emasculated; or "apophallated" Sally essentially became female again. She could still mate, but as a female only as she had no way to deliver her own sperm to her mates anymore, but coupling as just a female was still incredibly pleasurable, and in some strange way felt right. The other slug would insert its huge penis in her gonopore and stimulate itself; and her, by fucking her very much like a human mating, its penis sliding in and out of her tight opening, her whole body responding like a giant vagina as she writhed in her lovers embrace, quivering in ecstasy. Since her egg production actually increased she was not removed from the rotating breeding cycle, and her odd way of mating was filmed and distributed to the scientific community as a curiosity.
Sally and her fellow "volunteers" remained at their labors, mating constantly and laying thousands of eggs every year. The majority of the eggs were used in beauty products, only a few were allowed to hatch in order to provide new slugs for mucus production. On rare occasions, usually during mating which stimulated the nervous system, Sally or one of the other slugs would have a brief flash of memory and realize what had happened to them, who they had been, and what they had become. But those disturbing memories were soon buried under waves of pleasure until they would surface again months, or years, later. But slowly every last vestige of human awareness and memory faded until only the happy primitive slug mind remained. As far as slugs went they were living in slug heaven, being waited on constantly, their relatively few needs provided for. They were fat and happy, content with their lives.
The doctor became quite famous and incredibly wealthy, the beauty products company he worked for making sure he received stock options, bonuses, and other 'perks' on a regular basis to make sure he kept finding new ways for other 'volunteers' to add 'secret ingredients' to their line of products. He was able to experiment to his heart's content, and wrote his numerous 'failures' off as 'the price of knowledge'. Those 'failures' usually died, or were kept alive as interesting 'examples' of cross-species hybridization. The fact they had once been human was of not concern.
Since their products actually worked the company soon pretty much cornered the market on everything from body washes to cold cream, and it was estimated over a billion consumers worldwide used their products exclusively, and even more occasionally. Every product contained slug mucus, or a derivative of some kind. The big slimy beasts were worth billions, so who cared about a few unfortunate 'volunteers', even though only a very few; very well paid, people knew the origins of the giant mollusks. They certainly weren't human anymore, so who cared? They were a well kept secret for obvious reasons. A few overly inquisitive investigative reporters who couldn't be bought off soon found themselves 'volunteering' for mucus production.
Roughly six years into production a few people began to have 'allergic' reactions to the beauty and bath products. Of course the company denied the unusual afflictions were in any way related to their 'perfectly safe products'. But as more and more people came down with the same symptoms panic began to set in, and the headhunters were looking for scapegoats. The symptoms were universal, and started with severe nasal and other bodily orifice discharges of crystalline mucus and brown goo, followed by sores and weeping lesions on the skin. There was no pain, but the symptoms persisted despite all efforts at treatment, and slowly got worse, the afflicted having to constantly be provided with fluids to prevent dehydration. No medicines or treatments had an effect, and nobody was able to diagnose the cause at first.
The doctor was called out of retirement by some very irate and worried company CEO's and other bigwigs, and he did his best to reassure them it was a 'temporary problem' and in no way related to their products, as at that point no one knew the source of the strange afflictions for sure. But they were narrowing it down. Some of the most affected people were taken to quarantine wards at hospitals and authorities tried to keep the lid on what was happening for as long as possible.
The doctor; knowing full well what was happening, went back to work in the lab even though he had been 'retired' for a awhile so he would have time to spend all his money. With the help of topnotch doctors and specialist they soon determined the cause of the affliction, basically verifying what they already knew. The viral strain used to create the 'volunteers' had mutated. It had originally been designed to become dormant after a transformation was over, but had remained in the 'hosts' bodies and was thought to be benign, and had been until now. That was the problem with pesky things like viruses; they seldom behaved themselves for very long. And as they had realized for some time people were turning into slugs, but the change was very slow since the 'infection' had been applied to the skin and not directly injected, so it had to 'seep' in and spread. What took a few weeks with the 'volunteers' now took several months to a year. And there was no cure, and it was unstoppable once you were infected. At first it was hundreds, then thousands, and as the 'plague' spread the doctor's research showed that ANYone who had ever used one of the products containing slug mucus harvested after a certain date was infected. And company distribution and consumer research indicated that over two billion people had used their products within that time period, all over the world.
A few months later the doctor sat in his office and looked at the daily news report, the riots were getting much worse, and contact had been pretty much lost with Africa and much of South America. Everything was collapsing, governments and countries breaking down as up to 85% of their work force, police, military, civil, and other officials entered the final stages of transformation to join the estimated one billion confused giant slugs now roaming aimlessly and stripping the countryside bare of food. The civilians were even worse off, total panic and chaos reigned over the whole world. No police, no public services, no one in charge. Surprisingly few slugs were killed as everyone knew they used to be human and still, so far, had human minds. Plus, could you kill your mother or brother even if they were giant slimy beasts now? And because of the slowness of their changes the new generation of giant slugs retained much more of their human minds, permanently. They would always know, and remember.
The doctor gave a gurgling slurp, trying to keep the slime oozing from his nose and mouth from dripping onto the keyboard. His clothes were sticking to his skin all over his body; the slime he was sweating was plastering them to his skin and making them more and more uncomfortable. He reached up and pulled out another clump of hair, staring at in dismay. And there was no cure, the artificial virus had turned out be immune to any attempts at killing it, he'd really done a good job when he invented it. With a soft hum the computer suddenly died as another power outage struck, and no telling how long it would last this time. The last one had lasted for two days. He knew it would only get worse, his projections had shown up to 90% of the world's population were; or were becoming, giant slugs, just as he was. He had just started entering Stage 3. With a sucking gurgle he opened the drawer and reached inside, having trouble holding onto the pistol with his slime covered hands.
Some kind soul opened the doors to the pens that Sally and the other slugs were kept in when not on the production line, or breeding. After they had exhausted their supply of food they ventured out of their pens in search of food, and eventually found their way out of the now deserted and abandoned factory complex. To their simple delight they soon found they had plenty of company, and new slugs with which to mate.
The End
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