Lucidum's Journal, 2
#2 of Lucidum's Journal
Lucidum's Journal 2, a continuation
Sleep did not come easily, the cheetah woman languishing in my tight, over-stretched womb struggled and squirmed throughout the night. I was woken several times by her desperate cries, the lust that had coaxed her into my body now worn off, replaced with fear and confusion. Each time I woke, the tightly swollen skin of my stomach distended and stretched as she tried to force her way out.
My pussy, tightly clamped shut between my slender thighs, drooled nonstop, soaking the bed with my feminine juices, the scent of lust and conquest filling the room as I tried to get some sleep, blocking out the muffled cries for help and angrily-yelled threats or sobbing begs for release from within my body. I hated it when they struggled.
By the time morning came, she had given up, my plump belly still pulsing with her heartbeat- she was still alive- but all I could hear was a dull snoring, telling me she'd needed sleep as much as I had. I smiled at that thought, running my pawed hands over the engorged skin of my belly, fingers scritching through my fur as my womb gurgled and bubbled around my "guest." It wasn't really my womb, of course, this body was stolen, like most forms I've worn...formerly a young 19-year-old cheerleader from a local school. A wolf, but disappointingly small in the chest. I'd learned too late that she filled out her alluring uniform not naturally, but with the help of a pushup bra...the little tease. By the time she'd taken her shirt off, she was in my grasp, and it was too late to let her go lest she tell somebody about the encounter. Of course, not only was the body not mine, but the womb was not a womb either....
As I rested in bed, still too swollen with the live cheetah femme inside me, I thought back to my escape, and the circumstances surrounding it. I was not born, but designed. A secret military project to create an infiltration fur, able to mimic any target person through simply ingesting their DNA....they'd thought I was the perfect achievement. I could indeed ingest DNA, a cum shot here, a deep kiss there, and slowly alter my body to become a perfect copy of them over a long period of time, eventually replacing them. But I could also simply swallow them whole, my entire body able to take their form in mere hours, instead of months. I have no true gender, not in my natural state, no genitals, no orifices save my mouth and my asshole....but every one of them leads to the same place. My stomach and womb are the same thing, and I have no bowels, just another entry to the same holding sac. It's something like "digestation," digestion and gestation combined, my body simply absorbs genetic material from within, and replicates it from the outside. If I have a female body at the time, the vagina too leads to the digestation sac, all roads lead to so and so...
Closing my eyes and laying back, I slept once more, letting my body do what it does best, and absorb the cheetah slowly over the next 19 hours or so.
I woke up ten hours later, and immediately noticed the first changes. The cheetah was mostly absorbed now, her biomass slowly dissolving into my bloodstream. My belly was significantly smaller, rounded out to about 6 months pregnant, so I was finally mobile again. I got out of bed shakily, noticing that my paws had become somewhere halfway between feline and canine, and my dusky grey wolf fur was slowly turning amber-yellow spotted with black. My thighs where thicker, shins longer, so I stood up slowly, testing my balance. I almost toppled over though as I suddenly felt the weight of my chest, my tits had nearly tripled in size! I grinned openly, squeezing one in each hand and letting out a hard purr of pleasure as I tweaked my perky, plump nipples. The sensation nearly dropped me to my knees as I felt that delicious electric tingle jolting from my nipples straight down between my legs, my clit pulsating in sudden, irresistible lust.
I stood back up, perhaps even more shakily, one hand moving to cradle my rounded, still quite heavy belly. I stripped the bed, pulling the soaking sheets to the laundry room so i could wash up, absentmindedly sucking on the end of the sheets, tasting my juices from the night before. Laundry ready, I went back to the bedroom and posed in front of the mirror. I was now almost a perfect cheetah-wolf hybrid, and changes would continue for the next few hours. I was taller, more slender with less muscle tone. My long legs and thick thighs complemented by wide hips and those beautiful, DD cup breasts, while my fur was blended yellow-grey with black spots over my whole figure. I turned around, admiring my tight, firm ass and the clenched lips of my new pussy, drooling just as much as before. Then I saw my face, what it had become so far anyway, so foreign, with long muzzle and high cheekbones, the only part that was really me was my eyes, silver orbs that never changed no many how many bodies I took over. I looked at myself again and smiled, I couldn't wait to test it out, once the merging was complete.
Patting my still-round belly, now looking quite out of place with the otherwise slender figure, I set the laundry machine for wash and then fell back asleep on the empty bed. Soon I would use this form to its full advantage. I laid my head back down on the pillow going through the absorbed memories of the cheetah girl...a bit of their minds always stayed with me, their consciousness trapped in their own bodies as I take over one cell at a time...