Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. Author: Hoop Title: Plague Girl Part: 4 Summary: The girls fulfil their roles in the Plague Father's plan. Keywords: FF, tort, ws, scat, guro, futa, puke -- Both girls had been surprised at just how fast the changes were taking place in Becky's body. She had slept uneasily throughout the rest of the night, having to shift position every so often as her abdomen cramped up. She felt intolerably hot. Becky had ended up on the floor, her limbs sprawled out like a starfish as she tried to cool herself off. All the time this was going on, her belly was emitting infrequent gurgling noises. When she next awoke, Kate was kneeling beside her, one hand flattened against her bloated belly. "Wow," she said. Becky sat upright with some difficulty. "I know, right? Happened kinda fast." The skin of her abdomen was stretched taut, as if it hadn't had enough time to respond to the swelling inside her. Becky's bellybutton had inverted itself outwards under the tension. The debris from the previous night was strewn around the room. Daylight illuminated the full extent of the carnage: the floor was strewn with swathes of vomit and excrement. The skin of both the girls was plastered with the fallout. Some of it had retained its moisture, and clung to them in clammy trails. Other, less substantial stains had dried into thin crusts of orange-brown. "Kate, I'm so hungry." Becky tried to stand up, and got a few inches off the floor before something within her lurched, and she dropped back down. She could feel a stirring within her, as if something were protesting her movements. She stroked a hand over her belly, and whatever movement there was abated under her soothing touch. "I don't think it wants me to move," she said. "Whatever it is..." "I'll get you something," said Kate. "Don't worry about it." The changes in Becky's body had made her ravenously hungry. Evidently, whatever was nestled in her womb required a lot of nutrients. She had swallowed down a bowl of breakfast cereal in about three mouthfuls, and felt no better for it. Eventually she was eating cereal out of a large saucepan, and must have gone through half a gallon of milk with the three boxes she consumed. Kate could hardly believe it when the girl was still not full after that. She was sure that the girl's belly looked a bit larger than when they had woken up. Becky was finally satisfied after an entire loaf of bread, and two packets of bacon which she ate completely raw. She had laid back after that, both hands crossed over the bloated, spherical mass of her lower body. Kate thought she saw a lump appear momentarily beneath her skin before receding. She placed her ear against the girl's tummy, and from within her there were clear sounds of a shifting, liquid mass. There was another, clearer sound as Becky defecated drowsily, squeezing out a thick, dark brown worm of faeces. She appeared to be semi-lucid. Her body was taken over with the effort of whatever transformation was taking place within. "Hey," said Kate. She placed her hand under the girl's chin. "You ok?" Becky nodded, her eyes half-closed. Her skin was radiating heat, her brow slick with sweat. She didn't appear to be in any discomfort though - as her eyelids drooped completely closed, a grin spread across her face. She was rubbing her hands in circles over her gravid belly. It was definitely still growing. Kate prodded at the girl cautiously, and her skin felt balloon-like beneath her fingers. There was not much she could do aside from tend to the girl's needs, trying to make her as comfortable as possible as she nurtured the product of their union. As she sank deeper into whatever feverish sleep was overtaking her, she lost control of the rest of her bodily functions. Urine trickled from her in sporadic, incontinent streams. A rivulet of drool glistened at the corner of her mouth. She seemed stable enough though, and boredom loomed for Kate. She scooped up some of the girl's faeces from between her legs, to see whether its properties had changed since the previous night. She teased a little of it between her fingers, the nails of which were already black from the previous days' filth. The girl's shit was less substantial this time, and tended to collapse apart into small, soft chunks, slippery between her fingers. The influence of their last meal was fading, and the flavour of the girl's excrement was correspondingly milder. The sight of her friend's bulging body was starting to make Kate feel restless. The sight of it was a reminder of the acts that had led to her impregnation, and, without much else to occupy her thoughts, Kate's fingers were soon wandering downwards to her genitals. She thought she might make use of the smooth, slimy properties of Becky's most recent excretions, and smeared and handful of the brown matter over her pussy. She pushed her fingers up inside herself, carrying some of the shit along with them. It formed a pleasingly slick consistency as it mixed with her own secretions. Her cunt was becoming moist and reddish, a thin line of brown between her pink lips. She lay on her back for a while as she crammed more and more of the shit into herself, eventually reaching a point where it oozed out of her as fast as she could shove her fingers back in. Twinges of pain in her abdomen also told her that it might be time to stop, and she spent the next hour or so masturbating as she lay alongside Becky. She started to get sore after that, and amused herself in other ways instead, dipping her fingers into her cunt and painting doodles on her unconscious friend's body with the mess. Hours more passed. Becky's abdomen continued to distend impossibly, and her sleeping face bore an expression of unease. She shifted about restlessly. Kate put her hand to the girl's cheek, and she opened her watery eyes. "Kate," she said. "It hurts..." "It'll come out soon. It has to." Kate took hold of the girl's hand, and kissed her on the cheek. "Hang in there," she said. Becky nodded, and then violently jerked her head backwards as she gasped in pain. Kate gripped her hand more tightly, embracing the girl as well as she could around her unnatural bloat. Becky was biting her lip hard enough to draw blood. "Kate..." she said. "I can't hold it any more." From below the girl's belly, there was the sickly sound of tearing flesh. The rip started at the top of her vagina, and her skin burst apart, no longer able to contain the growth. The release of tension was sudden - the girl's body was torn up to her sternum within a few seconds, and the twinned sheets of her flesh flopped down either side, inner surfaces glistening with red gore. Her organs lay exposed in the light, disfigured and pushed aside by what had overtaken her womb. Ropey entrails spilled out from her broken body. Kate could just make out the thin membrane of the girl's diaphragm spasming as she choked for air. She was trying to scream, but only pathetic mewling noises escaped her lips. She looked at Kate helplessly. Her arm twitched. The sight of her friend's burst carcass brought forth a feeling of revulsion in Kate that she had not felt in a long time. Animal entrails were one thing, but to see the torn innards of a living, breathing person was too much. In the entirety of her relationship with the Plague Father, she had never harmed anybody but herself. Now her friend's ruined body was sprawled in front of her, thick cords of intestine draped over a twitching, membranous sac completely alien to human physiology. Something within it was moving. The blood was starting to pool around her, trickling over the sides of her ruptured body. "Becky!" Kate cradled the girl's head in her arm. Through the blur of her tears, she could see red, foamy liquid on Becky's lips. Her breaths came slowly, and the exposed viscera beneath her ribcage were twitching less and less. "Kate," she said. "Do you think we pleased him?" Her throat was straining too much to speak. She nodded, and hugged the girl closer, Becky's head against her breast. "I'm glad..." she said. She was quiet after that. Her ribcage spasmed a final time, and bloody vomit oozed out of her mouth. Her body became limp. There was not much time for Kate to consider the death of her friend. She had started to cry from frustration at having Becky taken away so soon when she noticed that it seemed darker now, and looked around to see that every window of the room was covered on the outside with black flies. Their buzzing was constant, the loud drone filling her ears. They made their way in gradually, through windows left slightly ajar. A larger swarm emerged from somewhere in the kitchen. They collided at random, furry bodies smashing into each other and coalescing into clumps. They merged together in the room's centre, and as the last fly dissolved into the single mass it took the form of the Plague Father's bloated body. He grinned at Kate with a maw of razor-edged, brown teeth. "I see the transformation is complete," he said. "You killed her!" Kate screamed. "Why did you have to kill her? It isn't fair!" "She was expendable, Kate. Initiated for not much more than a day. Her devotion would never have equalled yours." "She could have learned!" The Plague Father shook his head. "Her body was worth much more to me. To us. Come, sit, and let us watch." He settled onto the floor, crossing his massive legs, and gestured to his lap. Kate sat upon his thigh reluctantly, wiping away her tears. Six feet away from them, the womb sac's surface was rippling energetically. Becky's body had spawned a growth that looked like a flexible, thin-shelled egg, a little larger than a basketball. In an echo of the sundering of the girl's body, the sac was now tearing open along a single thin line. Syrupy amniotic fluid poured from the split, and a small head emerged. The creature wriggled free from the membranes. Its pure white body looked out of place among the rest of the filth in the room. Stringy saliva hung from a pair of chitinous mandibles, set below a pair of black, watery eyes. Its body rippled as it moved. It was a maggot, the size of a small dog. "The child that you and Becky made," said the Plague Father. "Is it not beautiful?" "I... I don't..." The hand on Kate's shoulder, which had been resting there softly, tightened its grip. "Is it not beautiful, Kate?" "Yes," she said. His hand was still tense around her shoulder. "You're hurting me," she said. "It is only because I wish to embrace you, my child. Come, sit closer." The taloned hands dragged her upwards to sit on his massive, soft belly, which subsided and rippled beneath her like a waterbed. He laced his warty fingers together across her chest. She could not move. The maggot was crawling over Becky's body, each of its legs a sharp, horny spike that sank into the soft, exposed viscera. It buried its head in the underside of her ribcage. Blood trickled around the intrusion as it dined on her innards. They watched the creature eat until Becky's ribcage was a hollow cave of skin and bones. It tore the skin from her face, and slid one mandible into her eye as it cut its way through her skull from the socket. Clear stuff like jelly wept from the girl's punctured eyeball. The maggot cracked its way through her skull with powerful jaws. Her brain was its next meal. It ate fast - the soft, pulpy grey matter didn't require much chewing. Its body was swelling as it ate, inflating as it gorged itself on many times its own body weight of corpse matter. In time, it tired of the girl's body. Its legs clicked against the floor as it squirmed towards Kate, held in the Plague Father's arms. "Your creature has many requirements for the next part of its life cycle," he said. "A quirk of genetics. It needs to consume the flesh from both of its parents." "I... no!" Kate was trying to wriggle free, but the hands clasped across her were totally unyielding. His arms were solid and immovable. "No, wait!" she said, "I'll serve you better than just being food! I've been faithful to you!" "Then demonstrate your faith," he said. "Don't worry, Kate. This part won't be fatal for you." Kate's response turned into a scream of pain as she felt the talons digging into the skin at the top of her arm. The yellow claws sank through her body, severing muscles and tendons. The Plague Father took a firm grip around her left bicep, and tore her arm from her. She wailed in agony. "Don't!" she cried. "I'll initiate more people! I'll find more! Please!" "Quiet, my child." One of his massive hands clamped down over her mouth, muffling her screams. His other hand started scoring cuts around her thigh with those murderously sharp talons, and then he wrenched her leg out of its socket. There was a loud pop as the hip dislocated, and a series more wet snapping and tearing sounds as her leg was ripped free. He threw both of the severed limbs towards the creature. It raised the front part of its body into the air, waving a dozen of its tiny legs excitedly before tearing at the limb with its mandibles. It snipped away chunks of red muscle, and swallowed them down greedily. The front segments of the white creature were now stained red. Kate squirmed helplessly in the Plague Father's grip as she watched those parts of her body become so much maggot-food. The Plague Father extended his massive, sinuous tongue to lick at the gaping wounds where her limbs had been severed - his saliva bore the same power as Kate had been granted, and the wounds clotted and scabbed over within minutes, saving her from losing any more blood. The maggot-creature reduced her limbs to a few white bones, still not satiated. Kate was struggling for breath with the huge, scabbed hand over the lower half of her face, and could make no sound as her remaining arm and leg were torn away. The loss of all her limbs made her utterly helpless. The Plague Father held her dismembered body in one of his hands, and laid her down on the floor. She could just about shift herself by tensing her abdomen - a painful, futile act which she only tried three or four times before resigning herself to lie still, face up. "Why did it have to be like this?" she said. It took some effort to speak instead of scream. Each massive wound on her body was throbbing with an all-consuming pain. "You said it yourself. You can serve my creature as much more than just food. Your devotion to me for all this time means your body has undergone important changes. Your metabolism is like nothing in any other human. It's the metabolism my creature needs for the next phase of its life cycle." She gazed at the scabrous face looming over her through tearful eyes. "I don't understand," she said. "The creature will use your organs as part of its own biology. Right now, it is little more than a sack of meat. It needs the machinery of your body to turn that meat into useful forms." She felt a sharp pricking as the maggot clambered up onto her body. It was three times larger than at its birth now, swollen and heavy. It hunkered down over her, and from its mouth it started to spit a continuous, white strand of sticky material. Its mandibles clicked in a blur of movement as it spun the ooze from its mouth, and it started to drape it across Kate's body, criss-crossing her with wet, congealing trails. It was sticking her to the floor. "The next stage is a cocoon," the Plague Father explained. "It needs time to sleep, and to grow." The creature was working fast. Soon Kate was covered with a thick blanket of its sticky silk. It left her head until last, and the last thing she saw was a horrifying, close-up view of the creature's alien mouthparts as it extruded a sticky band of silk across her eyes. Her lips were sealed beneath more of the same. Only her nose was left exposed. She was just able to get enough air. She felt a sharp stab as the creature tore its way into her chest. It slashed her breast to pieces and snipped through two of her ribs. There were strange feelings from parts deep inside her, and she was sure that her heartbeat ceased for a few moments before starting up again at a racing pace. Each contraction of her heart now caused a sharp twinge of pain, as it it were labouring abnormally hard. She felt weaker somehow. The surface of her skin became cold. The Plague Father's hand rested against what remained of her shoulder, and she heard his voice, muffled through the silk wrappings covering her head. "It is complete," he said. "The creature will share your blood, and your body will be the biochemical factory for its transformation. You will live in symbiosis, until your body is spent." "Mmmph," she said, weakly. She tried to move her head. The silk was like strong elastic. "You must be worried about all the things that might happen to you," he said. "But rest assured. Everything is taken care of. I'm afraid your parents ran into an inconvenience on their trip, some kind of infectious disease. Unfortunately the doctors there can't work out what it is. It looks like they'll be quarantined for at least a month. And as for you, Kate - you were such a loner. No school, no job... nobody is looking for you. So don't worry," he said. "You're safe here. For as long as the transformation takes." The sound of thousands of buzzing insects signalled his departure. Kate was left alone in the silent darkness, the creature's human life-support machine.