[Cure] Living Art
#12 of Cure
Several miles outside of Hiko, Nevada a girl and her father are driving into town. They live on a farm several miles from the city and have for the most part been unaffected by the outbreak. As supplies have started to wane however, trips to town have become increasingly common. Her father does not speak while they drive, he knows they only have a few weeks left. From no where something dashes across the road and her father jerks the wheel in reaction. There is a loud smashing sound as the truck crashes sideways into a rock on the side of the road. The girl is aware of her father picking her up as she slowly passes out.
The girl wakes to the heat of the prairie sun. There is no sign of her father or their truck. As she tries to sit up she realizes she is covered in white goo. Her eyes go wide as she realizes what's happened. She grabs her neck as a sudden wrenching pain shoots down her spine. She struggles to her feet, trying to free herself from the goop. Another burst wracks her body but she gets to her feet. Her shoes feel tight, not really thinking about it she pulls them off. As she moves her clothes feel constricting. She holds her hands up to her face.
"They don't look any bigger...so why do I...feel so..."
She stumbles as a third, more intense wave hits her. The seams of her clothes begin to creak. She can feel herself growing, her skin tightening as her bones crack. She can't breathe as her bra begins to crush her expanding ribs. With a heroic effort she manages to undo the clip. Her breasts, now free, rip her shirt to shreds, growing past her ribs. And then some, the bottom of them coming to rest just below her navel. Down the inside of her legs the seams on her pants fail as something the size of her arm breaks free and rushes towards her. She covers her face with her arms just as the thing thuds into them. Pushing it away with one hand she realizes it was something she had never seen down there before. It was a round shaft that was covered in pulsing veins, reminding her, for some reason, of her father. Not sure what else to do the transformed girl strips her destroyed clothes off and examines her new body.
"I...I'm all grown up! I'm all grown-Ughmmm." She bit her lip, a wave of heavy sensation crashing into her, making her exclamation fade into a long throaty moan. Suddenly all she could think about was finding something to test herself on. Turning she walked down the road back to her house. Her massive erection spurting with each step.
By time she got home the need to test herself was so strong it hurt. She stumbles into her studio and grabs the first thing she can put her hands on. Not really thinking she shoves the still rough clay figure up inside of her self with one hand while furiously working her shaft with the other. Not satisfied she shoves her member into her block of fresh clay, her firm erection easily sliding through the pliable material.
"OMIGAWDYESSSSS!" she screams as she pounds into the block, her body feels like its on fire. Her mind tells her the bucking of her hips is the only way to put it out. Her massive tits alternate between slapping the top of the clay and her face. Oddly she fells even better as the soft flesh bounces around. She could feel a pressure building, and her hips increased their pace, forcing her breasts to bounce even more. Suddenly she can feel the thing between her legs throbbing. A rushing sensation overtakes her as the block explodes in a torrent of white goo and grey clay. The figurine falls from her sex as she topples backwards, her new found stamina finally spent.
She rests against the wall of her studio, watching her huge member slowly shrink to a more manageable size. She is just at the edge of sleep when she feels something climbing on her. Peering around her shaft she could see the figurine she had pleasured herself with attempting to clamber up her slick leg. Leaning forward, hampered sightly by her chest she reached out and scooped it up. With her head tilted she watched the thing as it watched her. Neither made a sound and for a long time they simply stared at one another. Then an idea struck her. Scooping up some of the clay that flown everywhere she balled it around the figure. Getting to her knees she rolled the ball over the floor, adding more and more clay to it. Eventually the ball was half her size. Stepping back she waited to see what would happen. Slowly the clay shaped it self, regaining the form it had before, only on a much larger scale. Ball tipped fingers clenched as a mouth-less, though oddly cat-like face emerged. Clay pulled away forming the chest, creating defined muscles that tapered down into a tail the hung just behind it. Legs like a kangaroos stepped out of the clay as, at last, the now full size figure stood before her, the remaining clay hanging in the air behind it.
<Mistress, I thank you for that.> Spoke a voice in her head.
"I...didn't do anything..."
<You gave me life. Now, what can I do for you in exchange>
She hesitated for a moment, not sure of what to say. Then with a nod to herself she spoke. "Never leave me, always be with me. Never vanish one day for no reason and leave me all alone..."
<That, is within my power.> The figure strode towards her and rested its cool hand against her breast. At first the sensation was nice, then it did something far more enjoyable. its edges softened and the clay of its arm slowly moved forward creeping over her skin. After a few seconds the chill clay covered all of her breast, it rested its remaining hand on her other breast and did the same thing, only much faster this time. The clay floating behind it flowed into its form as with ever increasing speed its body grew over her's. The feeling of the living clay against her skin was like being wrapped in velvet. She started to breathe faster and her huge member twitched to life again. She wasn't sure what to call the feeling, for she had never felt it before, though she wished to never be deprived of it again.
The figure seemed to notice her arousal and reformed its other arm. Grasping her shaft with its balled fingers it worked the skin of her member until she could feel the pressure building again. Over half of her had been wrapped in the clay's embrace now and as she felt her thing explode again she could not be happier. As the goo rained back down on the two of them she could feel her lover's body engulf her shaft, its torso simply melding over the still twitching appendage.
As the last inches of skin vanished, covered by the living clay the girl let out a contented sigh. She would never be alone again. The clay wrapped tightly around her, fitting to her every curve. With each breath she felt it warm around her, slowly becoming impossible to distinguish from her own self. Suddenly she could see again, could feel the whisper of the wind on her skin. She clenched her ball tipped fingers and smiled to herself.
Never alone.
Afterthoughts:
For SSj3Mewtwo over on FA (i think he's on here somewhere, too...)