Chapter 1 - Of hangovers and Forceful Infections
#1 of The Hives
Adam opened his eyes slowly, reaching a lightly trembling hand to weakly wipe his eyes clean from the crust that had gathered during his sleep.
His vision was blurred and came in and out of focus as if he'd been crying. Truth was, he had a hangover and crying was something he would've
liked to do, if dehydration hadn't drained every last drop of fluid in his body during the night. In difference to his dry eyes, however, the
sheets of his bed were drenched and the moisture of his cold sweat sent a shiver of unpleasantness down his spine.
What had he been doing last night? It came, like it always did, to him in flashes. He saw images of graduation, people shaking his hands,
photos being taken and promises to keep in touch being exchanged. Then... where had they gone then? He slowly lurched into an upright position
in the bed, face in his palms and his arms supported against his thighs. He felt horrible.
Lacking the patience for his mind to recollect yesterdays long line of choice events, he slowly, painfully slowly pushed his legs over the edge
of his bed. The sound of feet hitting floor, a thump, was too loud to be allowed, it sent a shockwave through his brain and he retched. He got
up unsteadily and covered his mouth as he rushed across the wooden floor of his small apartment towards his small bathroom, struggling to keep
his stomach under enough control not to expel its content right there and then.
McDuff's, he thought as he pushed open the door and fell onto his knees in front of the white bowl, gripping its edges, that's where they'd
gone. That's where they'd stayed after Nancy had called them and forwarded the message that the group she was part of, the one Adam and his
friends were supposed to meet up with later on, couldn't make it to the meeting spot. "Well," had Diana, Adam's girlfriend, said, "We might as
well celebrate graduation here then, better than trying to find a place that'll have a table for a group of ten.
He closed his eyes tightly as his stomach lurched again, his mouth agape and his knuckles almost as white as the porcelain. Ten, they'd been
ten. He and Diana, Diana's sister Anne, their classmates Dean, Josh, Elisabeth, Theresa, Jack, Theresa's brother Jonathan (their underclassman
by one year) and Jonathan's boyfriend Julian. The two had come out only a week or so before, so they'd still been pretty shy about it, but none
of them had any problem with it, especially not Theresa who seemed thrilled, perhaps a bit too much to be comfortable, with Julian and kept
secretly asking him embarassing questions about her brother.
Adam winced as his stomach gave one more mighty lurch before yesterday's expenses came rushing out of him. While at first mostly fluid, he
gagged as something that felt like a large, raw piece of meat made its way up his throat, nearly getting stuck before another retch loosened it
enough to splash into the water of the toilet chair with a loud shlop. He felt a shiver of cold all over his body as he leaned all his
bodyweight on the porcelain chair, feeling utterly exhausted. He retched a few more times, eyes still shut tight, and then, still breathing
through his mouth, he collapsed on the bowl.
So, they'd been ten... And they had drunk a lot... He distinctively remembered somewhere half-way through the night, he'd gotten this crazy
idea that Theresa had been flirting with him. If he hadn't known Theresa, he would have perhaps blamed it on the booze and left it at that, but
Theresa was a flirt, Diana'd recounted countless of times how she'd left for the night with another one-night stand, some random guy who'd
they'd never see again. Adam had suspected... no, he knew she'd been trying his water, so to speak, a couple of times, but as of yet he'd been
faithful to Diana. Besides, Theresa was good-looking, no doubt about that, with a nice, shapely bod, acorn-brown, shoulder-long hair and big,
dark-brown eyes that a lesser man could drown in. And her tits were, according to quite a lot of individual accounts, the best pair in town.
And she'd been flirting with him yesterday...
He groaned as slowly he came to relive yesterday before his eyes. He'd felt ticked, probably cause of Nancy, and he suddenly felt that someone
ought to show Theresa what you could and couldn't do. He'd looked around the table, noticed how everyone else, including Diana, had been busy
and had set his mind right there. He smiled back at Theresa and nodded his head to the exit, mouthing "smoke?". That was something he actually
liked with McDuff's, it was non-smoking. He'd regretted his smoking habit ever since he finished High School, he especially hated the smell of
it, but he couldn't resist that feeling you got when you drew your first mouthful of blueish-grey smoke into your lungs.
Theresa had nodded and rosen from her seat, her suit-jacket, white and tailored especially for the occasion, did little to hide her prominent
bosom. He'd steeled himself and followed after the slightly swaying classmate of his, indicating his pack of Lucky Strikes when Diana looked up
questioningly.
Not opening his eyes, he slowly moved his trembling hand to the button on top of the toilet, flushing down whatever remained from yesterday.
For a little while he remained on the floor, then he unsteadily got up and sat down with a deep groan on the seat, face once more in the palms
of his hands. Why the hell had he decided to play along with her?
The night had been chilly, surprisingly so considering it was already going into summer, but his suit made it bearable. He tapped the bottom of
his pack and caught the filter of the Lucky Strike with his lips lighter already lit in his other hand. He offered both cigarette and lighter
to Theresa, who politely refused, and they stood next to each other in the gradually darkening evening.
"'s pretty cold out," Theresa mumbled as she took a small step sideways towards him. He saw it coming a mile away, but he had it all planned
out. He would get her to start it all, and when she would make it completely obvious what she was up to he'd call it off and leave with Diana,
playing her like a 50 cent kazoo.
"Myeah." He blew a couple of smoke rings and sighed, "So, what now, got a job waiting for you?" Casual talk, lull her into thinking he wasn't
on to her.
"Something like that, yeah," she grinned and he noticed that she, with the graze of a dazed Elephant, siddled a little closer.
"Is this how she gets to those guys?" He thought with amazement, noticing how the cold air made her cheeks flush quite attractively,
"She's got some low standards in the intelligence department, that's for sure."
For a while more they stood there, Adam completely in control of the situation while inspecting Theresa quite thoroughly, finding his eyes
glued on her chest everytime he drifted into thought.
After a while Theresa smiled and stepped to the door, "Better not stay out here too long, or Diana'll suspect we're doing something else." She
giggled... giggled. He groaned inwards but chuckled in response, giving her an agreeing nod.
"Yeah, we wouldn't want that." He said with a grin and went back into the pub.
He stood up once again, his legs feeling as if they would buckle within seconds, his eyes finally opening to look into the mirror, steeling
himself for whatever horror he'd face. It wasn't too bad, he realized, except that he looked as if he hadn't been sleeping for ages. His eyes,
usually a little deep set, looked as if they were at the bottom of a well, light blue, almost gray in color. His hair was plastered to his
forehead and sides, the brownish black tests sticky with sweat. He drew back his fringe, its tips almost touching his eyes, and ruffled up the
rest of his hair a bit, wondering if he'd spilt booze all over him during the night, his fingers now sticky from touching his face. Looking
into the mirror he noticed some dark red, half-dried spots around his mouth. He turned on the faucet, wincing as its sound cut a path through
his skull, and then began to wash his face. "Strange, I thought we only had beer..." he muttered for himself as he took some of the lukewarm
water into his mouth, rinsing it before spitting, the water colored pinkish red as it disappeared into the pipes. "Have I got a cut or
something?" he opened his mouth slowly, fingers drawing back his lips to check for anything that would be bleeding. There was some blood caught
in cracks between his teeth, but otherwise he couldn't see anything.
"Our parents told us we could have a party at their place, as long as it's with people we know." Jonathan grinned as closing time quickly approached. He looked over at Theresa who seemed too busy with looking with longing eyes at Adam. "We've got Guitar Hero over there, so in case you're not feeling TOO drunk, I suppose we could have a tournament." Adam's eyes flickered over towards Jonathan and he saw how the only slightly younger man was casting eyes towards Julian while talking. Well, at least he keeps to one guy, unlike his sisters, he thought with a smile and nodded, "Sure, we could do that." The others nodded in agreement and the party of nine (Josh couldn't join them since he had to leave for work in a little while).
Adam leaned back on the toilet seat once more and sighed, the memory of what had happened after that quite clear indeed. Needless to say, he and Theresa'd ended up in her parents bed and she'd ridden him like a demon from hell. How the fuck could he have been so stupid? Now he had to worry about Theresa letting it slip to Diana, or that someone else'd seen them. His head felt several sizes too small for his pounding brain, thoughts and a strange hunger tormenting him.
Suddenly images started flashing before his mind. He saw the nine of them walking down the street, talking loudly and swaying almost like one, he and Theresa throwing expectant looks at each other so obviously that he realized Diana would've needed to be unconscious or dead not to notice it... But why was he seeing it like this... For some reason, he was watching it all almost from the ground, an extreme case of frog-perspective. Was he hallucinating? The image of the group flashed on and off and, stumbling, he made his way back to his bed, lapses of presence causing him to stumble into his table, chairs and desk as the images became stronger and stronger. Suddenly he was in the corner of the room where he and Theresa had been fucking. He saw him, not Theresa, come in first, pulling her into the room and laughing at her awkwardness. She didn't seem at all to want to be there. He stared as he began to pull off her clothes, chucking them away as Theresa feebly resisted. Her resistance faltered, however, as Adam... he... pulled off his shirt and tie, then his pants, revealing his erect and throbbing penis. Theresa didn't seem to want to do this at all, but she obediently got onto the bed as he ordered her too. Half shocked, half excited he felt a strange jolt in his guts. Then he was back in his bed, his cock throbbing madly in his y-front, his breath in gasps and sweat emitting from every pore. Why was he sweating? Wasn't he dehydrated?
Then he was back, and his vision was tinted red. He swept along the floor and roof, eyes constantly focused on himself who was brutally fucking Theresa in doggy-style, hips pistoning and his hands grappling and squeezing her tits. He felt the same jolt in his stomach, as if something was reacting to these images of raw sex. He lowered himself from the roof with a spun thread (how did he do that?) and was then hanging right above himself... The feeling was so unrealistic he became even more docile, realizing this must be a dream. Then he dropped on himself. For a few moments the Adam before him didn't react, too busy enjoying the tight feeling of Theresa's pussy (wasn't she supposed to be a whore?) to notice. Then he moved his head to look at his shoulder, but he had already disappeared down his back, scuttling down to his ass, a hand suddenly brushing against him. He just barely avoided getting picked up and then found himself right between himself, who had momentarily stopped his humping, and Theresa who smelled... literally... divine.
But something told him that the male was a better choice... yes... the female would not be a good host, her reproductive-system would require extensive alterations, better to pick this male first. For a short while Adam realized he was two places at the same time, two things at the same time. One was on his bed, masturbating wildly and without constraint, unaware that he was doing it, the feeling of his hot, stiff penis between his fingers quite real, and the other scuttling up to his own cock, ignoring the screams in panic as he proceeds to bury into the very same shaft he's jerking right here and now. Thinning out, slipping into it, so hot, warm, the pleasure of a job well done, expectancy for the future, the pain/pleasure of physical conjoining and absorbation...
Screaming in a mixture of pain and pleasure the 23 years old human male named Adam Weaver exploded into an orgasm more intense than anything he has ever experienced before, his semen not white but sickly green and purple, pouring out with ceaseless force and covering his hand and scrotum, a similar liquid pouring out of his nose, mouth, ears, eyes and ass, muting his scream. Getting up, still grasping his leaking shaft, the young man stumbles into his bathroom once more, smashing into furniture once more but barely registering it. The final thought to pass the mind of the human Adam is, pathetically enough, a muted cry for his mother before the pleasure/pain envelopes him and drowns any higher thought, the reptilian brain gaining absolute control as he slaps his limbs against the tiled walls of his bathroom, making him stick to it as more and more of the fluid seeps out of him, enveloping him, dripping onto the floor, his cock trembling and exploding again and again in orgasmic release. The fluid clogs his shower, spills out over the floor and hardens slowly only to be covered by more layers of new, steaming, discharge.
Theresas eyes opened wide as she woke with a start. She was in her parents bed and in a flash of recollection she remembered what had happened. They'd been partying, Adam had been really flirty with her, and when the pub had closed up Jonathan had offered to let the celebrations continue at their place...
And that's where Adam had raped her... She looked around, gripping the sheets of the bed tightly, but no one else was there. It was... strangely quiet... Of course, Jonathan was supposed to head to his own apartment as soon as he woke, and Julian had gone home early...
She moved to sit up, but felt strangely uncomfortable and heavy. Strange, she usually didn't get a hangover, and she didn't feel like she was either... Her tongue felt swollen, and she had a light headache, but... suddenly she realized what was amiss... Her stomach had swollen to maybe twenty, thirty times its original size during the night. Giving a shriek of terror she threw off the bedspread and put her hands over her bloated stomach. Not only her stomach, her breasts had swelled as well, surely pushing G-cup, her nipples swollen and stiff. She was horrified, what'd he done to her?
She couldn't quite remember everything... but something had been climbing on Adam while they... while they'd been screwing and it'd bit him, or something. And then he'd gone mad, fucking her so hard and fast she'd started bleeding, and he too. And then he'd come in her. Not once either, he'd been screwing her for hours, as if possessed... But could he really have come so much that her stomach would've swelled this much?
She shook her head, getting to her feets slowly. No, that was impossible, she must've had an allergic reaction or... Suddenly she felt a stirring in her pussy. Her hand unconsciously went down and her trembling thumb and index-finger parted her labia almost instinctually. Instantly something wet and slimy pushed out. She shrieked agains as she stumbled backwards, landing hard on her rump. A thick, greening-pink, slimy tentacle had erupted from her vagine, twisting and convulging as another one joined it, and another one. They didn't look like anything she'd seen before, looking like a mixture between semen and a snail, dripping yet still able to move around. More and more of the things pushed their way out of her stretching pussy and she gasped and twisted in involuntary pleasure as they dragged against her inside, expanding and contracting like a living thing, almost in line with her heartbeat.
She couldn't think straight, her head felt rushed as if she'd experienced a sudden drop in blood pressure. Spots flashed before her eyes and blood rushed in her ears as her breasts, sore yet responsive, began to swell even more before more of those tentacle-like things burst out of her nipples, smaller in size but no less discomforting.
She shrieked and shrieked, but knew that no one could hear her. The tentacles began to pull themselves out, wriggling and sticking to her own body as support for pulling themselves out, covering her in the same slime while doing it. As unlikely as it seemed, the stuff didn't seem to have any kind of bone-structure or muscles, but just slime, the thick stuff soon making it hard to move. She gagges as more of them pushed out of her mouth, making breathing impossible as she found herself drowning under the goop that was coming from her own body. She tried to fight against it, but soon she couldn't even do that as the material around her had hardened enough to make movement impossible. Soon she was lying under an enormous, coccoon-like pile of it, unable to breath, move, hear or see. Panic gripped her, but only for a short moment before the lack of oxygen made her pass out...
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Well, my first story submission and part of a series I plan to continue writing on fairly often.
I wanted to end it right before the good parts mainly because I think the whole transformation-part will take up at least as much text as the Intro itself did.
I won't spoil any of the story for you, but this is going to be a pretty straight-forward homage to the Species series, the best undercover Porno there is, so there are going to be quite some similarities between it and this... Of course, with my own twisted... uhh... twist on it.
I know it's not the most original work, but I've had it in mind for a while... just wish there were more keywords I could use, I feel limited to just ten. :p My story will include quite a lot more than those listed for this one.
As always here, ocmments are appreciated.:)