This is still a story of the Becoming Monsters series by Ai Loves, setting used with permission. All canonical and mechanical errors are my own. The yarrb is the creation of FelisRandomis, used with permission.
Chapter named after the emotional Boss Battle music from Undertale. If you have that song playing in the back of your head, you're in my mindset for this.
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Chapter 18: Hopes and Dreams
I found out something else over dinner. The ladies had agreed that any of them who hit 90% Hunger storage would have their chance to be plowed by me that evening to help get my stores of energy back up and ensure they didn't waste charge. Gloria had been doing well before the church service, but it came with a rather hefty lunch afterwards. One which she obliterated eight servings of, citing Race needs.
This is why she was nude, on her back, head hanging off the edge of the bed, mouth wide open. "Now, Jay, I told you. I don't have a size limit, so the bigger the better."
She was helping me top off, and helping me practice shapeshifting right with it. Multitasking, right? Thing is, I was to the point where I could reach an enormous amount of directed growth. At maximum size, I would only be able to hold the form for a few minutes. After shoving three feet of dick as big around as my biceps down her throat, though, the sheer power of sensory overload was enough to make sure I would be done with plenty of time to spare. It once again felt like her soul grabbed me by the (now bowling ball sized) balls and pulled directly from the source. When I came down her throat, it took more than a minute at full force before it tapered off, constantly streaming jet after jet without pause.
I shrunk as I softened, back to my normal size. My mana pool was looking quite slender afterwards, but the incredible length of time I was orgasming meant that I pulled what would have been three full Feedings out of her. Gloria seemed almost dazed, before she burped, a roaring kind of sound. "I still have not found a limit, Jay. Maybe next time. Definitely got further, though!"
You know, if I hadn't been so big I could have completely speared a Human woman through? I might have been insulted. As it was, I was truly wondering what I'd be able to do once I got my levels properly trained. She left, Lucy came in, and asked the details. I explained as best as I could.
"So that's what you did last night! You say you got to three feet?"
"Yeah. I could probably push it further, but I need more practice." She looked excited. I had a feeling I knew what I'd have requested of me next time she had enough in her tank to spare. We cuddled, though, and slept well and deeply. I awoke well-rested, feeling better than the day before. No sudden changes, but at this rate I would be my old self again. Eventually, over the course of weeks or months, I could make it. I was glad for the sheer amount of recovery ability I had these days, without it that rate would have been measured in years. I could have hope, now.
We had a lot to do, though. Starting with looking through the brief resumés everyone had assembled. It was sometimes hard to remember, these ladies all had lives before being delivered.
"Whitney, you didn't mention you had a degree in kinesthesiology! That's a really big deal!"
"To be honest, I wasn't sure if I'd gotten it until the lawyers told me. I blacked out between finishing my Senior finals and learning if I'd passed them, and those were a freaking bear. I'm no doctor, but I also have a minor in Athletic Training. The sports programs took a dive when the Change hit, but trainers are needed everywhere. Physical Therapy certification is next in line."
Well, THAT simplified things. I had worried where she would be applied in our little scheme, and as it turned out she was probably the best suited of all of us to go work at the hospital. "Feel like putting together training plans for the team? I know what combat skills we need to put in time with, but I've got nothing on you for body performance."
Lucy had child care certifications and an early education degree still aching to be used along with a motherly instinct fifteen miles wide. She didn't get to show it often, but it was there. Sarah still had her Enchanting, I had my IT years and Cursebreaker. Gloria couldn't do anything until at least next week, and Amber was still getting her own life back in order to go to college herself. Emily, of course, was already fully employed and would be taking me to speak to whomever I needed to convince today.
Given that it would be at the administrative building, I could have a baton. Not my physical shield, but that was why I had asked Sarah for the energy one. It was even fully charged, and looked like it could be a particularly ornate wrist brace. Yes, Lucy, the unmodified baton. I didn't quite trust myself to be swinging the heavy one yet, all things considered. I knew my slacks were around here
somewhere
, but the still-remaining jumble of bags and piles we had yet to have time to deal with hid them more effectively than one of Emily's illusions. Good denim jeans and a polo it is.
It was a bit of a new experience not taking the bus to the hospital. We were immediately adjacent to the administrative building, and in fact the two technically had an indoor hallway connecting them. Were it twenty degrees cooler or raining, I might have taken that route. As it stood, though, I needed a moment under open skies to calm my nerves.
I mean, I've fought demons from the depths before, but corporate bosses were a different league.
"Alright, Emily, talk to me. Who am I about to talk to, and what can you tell me about them?"
She seemed nervous. "Doctor Jarrod Rogers, both PhD and MD. Senior biologist before the Change, real recluse now, he sleeps in his office most nights, but his word is law on hiring. Nobody ever talks to him directly, I've never met him personally."
"And yet, he wanted a face to face with me?"
"Between the fact that you gave me my fourth tail and the sheer number of oddities with the request? I guess so."
"More oddities. I don't like oddities."
"From what I hear, neither does he. We're here, go time."
The admin building was not the sterile place the hospital was, quite the opposite. People who worked here tended to be more important folks, paid the salary of such, and afforded the little luxuries due their station. It honestly felt more like a library hallway, soft carpet and wooden doors. The one Emily brought me to did not have a nameplate on it, nor any indication as to the position of whomever might work inside. She knocked three times, and a soft female voice bid us to enter. There was a small room there, four chairs along the walls, and a table. On that table was a receptionist's desk... but one sized for a child's doll set. At it was a Pixie, about six inches tall, calmly recording information on the smallest computer I'd ever seen. She gestured at us to sit down without bothering to look up.
Perhaps thirty seconds later, the same soft, female voice came again. "Dr. Rogers will see you, now." It was from a box next to the tiny desk on the table, which I now realized was an accessibility speaker. Neat.
We stood, only for the Pixie to suddenly zip up in front of Emily's face with the sound of silvery bells. She shook her head, pointing back at the seat. Emily dropped back down into the chair with a helpless kind of look on her face. It seemed I'd be doing this alone.
The Pixie (I realized I never got her name) led me down a short hall in the back of the room, to another door. This one was of a much heavier and more ornate wood. She gestured at the door, and it swung silently open. She gestured at me to follow her, and we stepped inside.
If the rest of the building reminded me of a library, this room was even more so. Bookshelves lined three walls, and an enormous desk was not far in front of the fourth. There was an ornate chair behind it, and papers stacked on the desk, with another ornate chair facing it. It was to this last chair that the Pixie gestured me towards before leaving.
When the door closed, the room was dark and empty. The only light came from the fireplace behind Dr. Rogers's chair. I took a seat, the air of the place slightly creeping me out. Above the fireplace hung a sword, a Roman Gladius, blade pointing down. I did not see the Doctor here, which was odd. Emily said he often slept here, and there was neither a bed in sight nor any obvious door to another room. I noticed a small tablet computer and stylus on the desk, almost invisibly blending in with the papers. The fire in the fireplace wavered in a draft. A chill crawled up my neck. Something was wrong...
I dove out of the chair and to the left as an enormous ghostly claw passed through the chair, its talons where my heart had been a split second before. I reflexively clenched my fist to bring up Sarah's new shield as a second strike came from above, deflecting off of it.
The stylus I had spotted on the table was suddenly moving, tapping the screen. A robotic voice sounded from it. "Good reflexes. Good adaptability. You came ready. Mr. Kithkin, you are off to a good start today."
"Doctor Rogers, I presume? I will admit, not the interview I thought I was walking into."
"You offer a team of Delvers, an entire
guild
, and didn't expect this? Disappointing." The fire burned down lower. It was harder to see. "Anybody can offer the skills for those positions. I see them every day. I have since before I left my body behind. Convince me to hire your bunch."
The fire snuffed itself out, I immediately ducked and raised the shield in the suddenly-dark room. A metallic clang told me that the sword which had been hanging on the wall just bounced off of it. It would not have bounced off of my flesh. "Fine, that's how you want to play it." I called on Gloria's ability and lobbed a Firebomb into his fireplace. I don't care how badly he wanted to snuff it, that burned like napalm and would stay lit for a while. "You're a Poltergeist, bound to something here. It's why nobody ever gets to see you. If I judge correctly, it's either a sheet of paper on your desk or one of your books. So here's the deal. Every attack I have to dodge or block means I light one of your bookshelves on fire. One of them will find what your soul is stuck to, then I ask your boss for your suddenly-vacant position."
There was absolute, utter silence.
