During the next 3 to 4 hours, Susan enjoyed the company of
her family and friends, all the while keeping an almost predatory eye on her
alien son Greg who conversed with her husband and occasionally leaned towards
Alicia, whispering between the two for what to speak of next. When dinner was
over and her two kids were put to sleep in their respective rooms, Susan waited
patiently for everyone else to do the same before gathering cloths from both
her husband and Johnny’s wardrobe and gestured that Alicia and Greg follow her
down to the sub levels.
When the elevator doors opened, the trio stepped out and
were met with the sight of dozens of pulsing fleshy cocoons hanging from the
ceiling, along with her two sons that had been waiting for her arrival
patiently. In the back of her mind she felt that same whispering voice in her
head, honey sweet and sharp as a razor faintly in her ear. “A strong hive, so
many yet to spread and multiply.”
“Shut up…”
“What was that?” Alicia asked, watching as Susan shook her
head fiercely and gathered her belongings. Stepping forward towards the pair of
male creatures leering back at her. She hated their stares, the way they sized
her up, undressing her with their eyes, worse yet was how deep down it aroused
her.
“Nothing! Okay you two, time for…” Caught off guard, both
males moved towards her and deftly unzipped her costume to pry it open and free
her breasts, where their mouths instantly bit down on the dripping nipples and
drank deeply. At first, she was furious, her appearance nearly shifting into
her alien form when her mind finally came up with an answer to their actions.
Out of all her children she had fed, she forgot to feed THEM. Panting as the
sensation aroused her further, Susan thrust out her chest to give them more
room and combed her hair loose, her face flush. When they had their fill, the
two stepped away and Susan was finally able to redress herself, giving her two
sons a knowing but stern look.
“We were left waiting… Hungry…”
“You fed the spawn, but not us…”
“Yeah, well… That’s changing right the fuck now.” Throwing a
bundle of clothing to the pair of brutes, Susan pulled close a bundle of books
she brought with her. “Give it time and this place will be swarming with a
bunch of oversexed football players like you, which means I’m going to have to
take steps to make sure you don’t go around making me a grandmother.”
Looking down at the offered clothing with curiosity, Greg
had gestured with his own cloths how to put them on. Very quickly she found
that her alien sons had shifted to a more human appearance, their scaly
translucent flesh becoming smooth, the writhing mass of tentacles at their
scalp retracted into a brush of hair that seemed a mix of Susan’s blond and
brown. One had trouble buttoning up his vest, finding it too snug until he
closed his eyes and changed himself further, his chest narrowing to let the
vest buttons meet and finally close. A trick Susan found interesting.
Unzipping her costume and shedding herself of the garment,
Susan folded her uniform neatly before reaching for a red dress she had chosen
for herself. Slipping on underwear she found that had become too tight for her
now burgeoning hips and rear and discarding the humble bra that once contained
her C cup breasts but failed to contain her proud G cup chest, she finally tied
back the last strap and tossed her blonde hair free to cascade down her back,
slipping on a pair of matching red heels to address her ‘hive’.
“Alicia… Greg, I want you two to stay here, just in case
more hatch.” Crossing her arms under her bust, she nodded when Alicia told her
they would, then turning her attention to her other two sons, Susan made her
next command. “You two are coming with me out into the city, think of this as a
field test, if you two can control yourselves for one night, MAYBE I will
consider not killing you all.”
She was one to talk. So far, she hadn’t been the very model
of self control herself. But now she was aware of what she was doing and what
she was capable of, from here on she was going to steel herself to these urges.
What other choice did she have? Just let go? Give herself up to Reed to study
like some lab rat? She would tell him in time, when she had this sorted and
under control. And right now, she was going to take control. Looking down at
her hands, Susan breathed in deeply and thought of the mental image for
herself. Her skin darkened to a mahogany brown and her hair a ruddy brunette,
when her eyes opened, they were a shimmering emerald green in contrast to her
former sky blue.
“Class begins kids… “
*
Stepping out of the Baxtor building with a fur coat over her
shoulders in the dead of night, Susan Storm was flanked by two dark-skinned men
that were in actuality her sons, dressed in Reed’s business attire and Johnny’s
one formal dress suit he promised to never wear respectively. The olive-skinned
beauty waved over a taxi, where she took the center seat with her two ‘chaperones’
flanking either seat beside her.
“So, where you three headed?” Asked the driver, finding it
hard not to stare at the latina beauty between the two, or the cleavage her red
dress showed off.
“I’m in the mood for someplace easy going, take us to this
address.” Handing a piece of folded paper to the driver, the man tipped his hat
and set off into the busy street.