Victim of the Molbol Virus
Victim of the Molbol Virus
By Von Krieger
Tears leaked from Donna's eyes as she lay in the fetal position in a pile of wet leaves. Her body hurt, her guts felt like they were churning inside of her. She hugged herself tighter and whimpered. She was supposed to be protected from poisons, heck; she was supposed to be protected from practically anything that could be thrown at her.
She had borrowed a holy relic from her school; it was supposed to protect her from all the terrible effects that could befall someone who got a good blast of Malboro pollen. That was what she had come out into the deep, dark, dank, Fenmoore Swamp to study, and quite possibly learn how to duplicate the magical effect,
Donna was a disciple of what was called 'Blue Magic,' learning the magical techniques of monsters; monsters that lived in high magic areas and had natural abilities that stemmed from the unusual amount of elemental energy.
The Blue Mage shuddered, her armor making squelching noises as it shifted around her slime-covered body. It was disgusting, the goop seemed to be oozing out of every pore. Donna could swear she felt it leaking from other places as well; she had trouble swallowing, and her saliva felt thick and heavy. She knew she was drooling the slime as well as sweating it.
There was too much inside her armor and bodysuit to merely be sweat, it had to be dripping from other places as well. Donna didn't even want to think about where it was coming from.
Donna reached up and gripped the sacred ribbon that she had tied her braid with. "Stupid thing." She said, "What good are you?"
Or at least that's what she tried to say, it came out merely as muffled sounds and wet, slurping noises. She tossed the ribbon away; it was useless and hadn't offered the slightest protection against the contagion that ravaged her body. This wasn't anything she'd read in the books on the creatures she'd come to study and learn from.
But then again the Malboro were supposed to be green, not the reddish-purple of the one that had done this to her. It had spit a ball of purple goo at Donna, taken her by surprise. It was stealthier than the run of the mill Malboro. She hadn't seen the creature until it was right behind her. Quite a feat considering its bright color and size compared to the others.
Donna had fled immediately; she wasn't prepared to go one on one with a creature with a mouth big enough to swallow her whole. The thought made her shiver again, this time with a strange pleasure as she thought of the creature that had done this to her. The cramping and pain had begun to fade, leaving a strange heat in her body.
She thought of the Malboro's mouth, how warm it would be, how smooth and delightfully slimy it would be inside. Donna recognized the strangeness of the thought, but was powerless to stop the wave of pleasure that crashed over her as she imagined herself crawling into the beast's maw, curling up on that huge, soft tongue.
It was likely some sort of new mind-affecting pollen that helped the plant-creature hunt, making its prey willing crawl right down its throat. Oddly that thought didn't reward Donna with the physical bliss that the idea of slipping into the creature's mouth did.
The Blue Mage moaned, extending her tongue out of her mouth, one hand going to her groin and the other to her breast. She could caress her sex through the fabric of her bodysuit, but her plated armor made it impossible to tease her breast.
Her body felt electric, alive and wonderfully eager to be touched. She licked her lips and nearly fainted at the sensation. Her lips and tongue both had become infinitely more sensitive. She moved her hand from its futile groping at her breast, placing two fingers in her mouth, sucking on them, licking them, rubbing her tongue with them.
Tears continued to leak from her eyes, though they were now of pleasure rather than pain. She felt a luxurious sensation in her muscles, like a wonderful stretch combined with the greatest massage ever. Her armor began to feel constricting, too tight. Forgetting about her pleasure, Donna fumbled with the straps holding the armored plate on.
Her fingertips felt strange, clumsy, unable to properly grasp the buckles through her gauntlets. She pulled them off and tossed them away, paying no mind to her fingertips' appearance. They were strangely swollen, rounded, and her nails had vanished. The Blue Mage managed to get a few straps undone before discomfort made her stop. It felt unpleasant to put pressure on her fingertips.
A sizzling sound from her chest drew Donna's attention, and she looked downward to find a portion of her armor and her bodysuit melting away. The thick slime that leaked from her mouth seemed to be terribly acidic, but strangely it did no harm to her own flesh.
Donna spit a stream of slime down onto the confining metal, softening it to the consistency of butter and allowing her to gingerly pull it away. She cupped her hands and filled them with slime as well, allowing her to rub it over herself, burning away the rest of her clothing.
The afternoon sun felt so good on her skin; her reddish-purple skin. Donna looked over her body, watching as the beautiful color spread over her flesh. Now that she was freed from her confining clothes, she was no longer leaking slick slime from every pore of her body; her smooth, muscular body.
Now freed from the prison of her clothes, Donna could concentrate on what mattered, the sweet, sweet pleasure her transforming flesh was giving her. She lay back on the slime-matted pile of leaves where not long before she had been curled up in agony. Now that she was free of that cursed ribbon, allowing the absolutely divine effects of the Malboro's free reign to do what it liked, Donna had never felt better.
Her sex and nipples still leaked slime. The Blue Mage's breasts were larger, rounder, heavier, and not just because Donna was growing. While she was increasing in size and build, her breasts were also growing larger in proportion to her body. She began to caress them, teasing her slime-spewing nipples. They were deliciously sensitive, and they throbbed softly, longing for a deeper touch.
Donna slid two fingers into each; they seemed more designed for putting things into, then taking them out of. In a short time the transforming human felt a sucking sensation on her fingers, shortly followed by the sensation of something curling around them. She felt conical teeth gently prick at her fingers. Her nipples had transformed into mouths.
The mage giggled, her tongue lolling out of her original mouth, longer and thicker. It was nearly eighteen inches long, and several inches wide. It was also oh so dexterous and flexible. She pulled her fingers from one nipple-mouth, replacing it with her tongue. The rounded buds on the ends of her fingers opened, revealing red orbs. Eyes. Malboro eyes.
The new Malboro smiled her mouth wider than before. She looked herself over with her new eyes, watching as her old eyes faded, her ears and nose shrinking, merging with her head, giving her a smooth, featureless look.
Her hair began to writhe on its own, the strands merging, turning a more brownish shade of red. They grew, extending outward, becoming dexterous, inquisitive tentacles. Some were tipped with more eyes, some without.
Donna caressed her increasingly plant-like form with her agile and flexible vines, stroking her breasts, her lips, her bare skin. Several tendrils slithered into her sex and rump, making her nipple-mouths squeak softly with pleasured delight. She hugged herself with arms and vines alike.
She no longer had eyes able of producing tears, but they leaked slippery slime, as did every opening her body had. She was so lucky to experience this; so wonderfully lucky to be given a gift by one of the grandest members of her new race. She was so grateful for being allowed to experience the incredible sensation of the change, and to be able to live out her life with such sweet pleasure suffusing so much of it.
The new Malboro got to her feet, her legs popping and shifting. Donna watched them transform from all angles, growing more muscular, her leg shortening below the knee, lengthening between toe and ankle, allowing her to gain a gait more suited to a predatory creature.
She took a few steps to test out her new paws, gasping in delight at the sensitivity of the soft, but tough, pads that adorned the bottoms of her feet. Hard, sharp, thorn-like claws dug into the soil as she began to run, letting the air rush over her bare skin, her tentacles and tendrils billowing in the wind of her passage.
It was difficult to see, but Donna had a sense beyond sight. She could feel the environment around her, able to sense where things were by the air flow, the elemental energies they put off, and the scents in the air. Oh the delicious scents in the air.
She smelled the many flowers, fruits, and leaves of her non-ambulatory plant kin, she could smell the insects in the air, the small, tasty mammals hiding in their burrows and darting in the trees, the soft and delicious birds in the air and in their nests, but most of all what drew her attention was the scent of her creator's pollen in the air.
Donna ran through the forest, tearing through vegetation that stood in her way, leaping over it, clawing through it, tearing it apart with her many vines. Within a few minutes she made her way to the small grove of trees where she had hidden, lying in wait for a Malboro so she could learn their special technique.
The red-orange Malboro that had coated her with purple goo was right where Donna had last seen him. He simply stood there, turned towards the exact direction that Donna approached in. He smiled at her as she approached.
Donna clung to his trunk, whimpering softly. She could never do enough to pay her master back for the great gift he had given her. "Thank you." She whispered from her three mouths, able to shape the words, but no longer having the vocal chords to grant her true speech.
He curled a few of his locomotion tentacles around her, stroking her with a few more, returning her affection. The Grand Malboro tugged his new subject away from him, gently repositioning her in front of his mouth.
His tongue, massive and purple, curled around Donna's waist, pulling the former human into the plant-creature's great maw. Donna felt no fear as she was drawn inside, not even as the creature's jaws closed, sealing her in behind many sharp teeth.
It was warm, wet, and wonderfully slimy. As a human Donna would likely have thrown up from the scent of the toxins, bacteria, and rotting things that festered inside the Malboro's mouth, but as one of them Donna found that it only added to her pleasure and comfort.
She hugged her master's tongue, stroking it with her vines, pressing her body against it, licking it with all three tongues. Donna couldn't have been happier. She loosened her grip as her warm, wet resting place filled with a few inches worth of thick, purple goo. She recognized the substance that had transformed her. And now, without the ribbon to halt its effects, it could complete her transformation.
Her body drank it in, slurping it up through three mouths and absorbed through every pore. Donna began to grow again, passing seven feet in height, then eight, then nine, up to an even dozen, which was when her master's mouth began to feel a little cramped. Cramped, but still cozy.
Donna curled up into a ball to make herself a more comfortable burden to carry. The Grand Malboro shifted her around a bit with his tongue, lining her up just right so that he could lap at Donna's sex.
The ex-human moaned softly with pleasure. The thick, tough hide that replaced her thin human skin reddened on her cheeks and breasts in a blush. She felt so honored that her master would pleasure her like this.
All the rubbing, caressing, and fondling of her own body had felt so wonderful, but Donna had yet to bring herself to full climax. She did not dare taint the experience by adding to her own pleasure herself. She would be brought to her first peak of pleasure by the caress of her master alone.
The tongue penetrated her, its slightly textured surface feeling like soft velvet caressing her inner walls and her clitty. Both blossomed with sweet pleasure at the plant-creature's ministrations.
Donna pressed herself hard against the tongue, thrusting and bucking, her pleasure made all the greater for it. She found the pleasure from the little button outside her body quickly outpacing the pleasure from the tunnel hidden within it. She felt the pleasure grow long, fat, and heavy. She felt it bulge and swell until Donna thought she would explode.
And explode she did, her new member erupting for the first time, sending jets of thick, purple slime all over. The Grand Malboro purred happily, his tongue licking Donna clean of seed and her own slime.
The former human felt her master's mouth tighten around her. It was so soft, warm, and ever and ever more tight. Then the creature pursed its huge lips and spit Donna out onto the ground. She blinked her many, red eyes at the sudden reappearance of the light. She had wanted to stay inside her master forever.
She looked around, finding herself in the place where she had fallen, scraps of her armor and bodysuit lay all over. She looked to the Grand Malboro in bafflement, not understanding.
A massive tentacle picked up the shimmering, silver ribbon from the place where it had been discarded into the leaves. With a dexterity and grace that belayed the creature's massive size, the Grand Malboro gently coaxed four of Donna's tentacles away from the rest. Then he delicately tied the ribbon in a bow around their bases.
The creature grinned and patted his pet on the shoulders. He gave her a loving lick and ran a tentacle over the bow. Soon Donna was smiling as well.
"It will not allow any transformative magics to work on me." She whispered, hugging one of her master's thick tentacles, "And because I signed it out, the Academy knows where I am. They will most certainly send somebody to retrieve it."
The Grand Malboro wrapped a tentacle around Donna's plentiful new member, making the erect, throbbing length drip forth a generous amount of thick, viscous, purple slime.
"And we'll be ready for them." Donna whispered, her three mouths grinning widely.
Master Malboro and pet both began to purr with delight at what the future held for their kind.