Author's Note:
This story is my attempt at an Alien Invasion and takeover piece. Whilst I like my fiction to be largely original, the story of Jess, Amy, Lucy, and Claire is inspired by a variety of fictions that have come before. The work of H.R. Giger is the most obvious, but by no means the only reference. No ownership of any specific franchise or property is intended or implied.
Jessica:
Jess spent a large amount of time sleeping, though the dreams were often full of dark and terrifying images, it was preferable to the sight of her mutating body and the screams of both herself and the other conversion subjects held in this Hive Complex. She and several other girls of more athletic build had been brought here once their town had finally been overrun and their resistance cell had lost its final assault.
Sleeping also meant she did not have to take in the sight of her humanity slowly being taken from her. When some significant alteration in her body had taken place since she was last conscious however, it resulted in a period of not insignificant mental distress, which would always bring one of the Alien-Human hybrids - she supposed she could call them equal parts "nurse" and "torturer" - running to her aid.
Sleep's final virtue was it also helped keep her mind from becoming distressed regarding the possible fate of her niece. She had gone to warn her group of street rats about the heavy ordnance from the assault on the Hive complex in which she had been captured, and she had not seen her since.
She had cried many tears over what might have happened to Claire, the closest thing to a daughter she had ever known. Claire had supposed to have gone to college two summers before, but the invasion had denied her that bright future. Instead she was now the de facto Mom to a group of orphaned kids that made their homes in the shattered remnants of the city's apartment blocks.
The one she had named "Antlers", due to the thick and elaborate protrusions that held her tentacles either side of her head, entered and approached her, carrying another one of the bloated fleshy bags of the morphogenic liquid. She shook her head as it was brandished, her bottom lip quivering. "No...please...no more!" she begged. Antlers stroked her face with slender, scaly fingers.
"Sssshhhh...your body is becoming so beautiful Jessica" she crooned as she allowed the sac of vile liquid to attach itself to the celling of the chamber, organic tendrils snaking up to secure and embed themselves into the organic flesh above. "Soon you feel the joy of being part of the Hive." Jess occasionally remembered to reason that Antlers must once have been human herself, which made her actions all the more hateful, that she would betray humans so readily in favour of her new species.
She looked down at the enormous mound of her belly as the sac grew a tendril and latched onto her navel. It pulsated nastily as it began to deliver its content into her bloodstream and she sobbed, reaching with one hand, half-twisted into a wet, glossy spindly black claw to stroke her abdomen, which seemed to help with the pain.
The next period of unconsciousness must have been longer than usual. Either that or they were increasing her doses of the stuff that was causing her transformation.
When she awoke next, Jess found she could no longer move with ease, she had trouble shifting her bulk in her chamber. Her vision was more acute but her jaw seemed to ache intensely. The mutagenic sac had been withdrawn and her belly was now an enormous, mottled grey-green mass, streaked with black veins. At its peak, her navel had caved in, replaced with a wet anus-like hole, which would occasionally hiss a fine spray of slippery fluid with a liquid, sucking sound.
She managed to roll her head to one side, to the small, reflective section of bulkhead that lined one strip of the wall, forming a makeshift mirror. The face that stared back at her was that of a monster. The last of her hair was gone - most of it had fallen out anyway - and it had been replaced by a shiny, domed oversized forehead, beneath which her eyes bulged, moved back over her temples, each one a deep green with a black slit for a pupil. Her mouth and nose had been reshaped into a sharp-toothed maw and between those teeth a thick, snake-like forked tongue flicked forwards.
Jess screamed at the sight of what she was mutating into, but the scream came out as a screech of inhuman rage.
The adrenalin only served to intensify the transformation as the flesh at back of her head split open and her cranium extended backwards, causing her to roll it on her neck in agonised disorientation. A mass of slithering tentacles spilled out from within, thick at their base and tapering to their endings, each of which discharged a dribbling, drooling slime. The remnants of her human flesh hung wetly like a collar around her neck and glossy green-black organic armoured skull, flapping in the slight breeze that came from the gill-like vents in her flesh, keeping her cool.
The scream of course brought Antlers running to her aid and when the hatch to her chamber snapped open the hybrid woman hissed in pleasure at the sight of the human girl who was rapidly turning into a Hive Queen. She checked her over, Jess now considerably larger than her nurse. "Soon you shall be placed in your nest Jessica, and you will be the mother to thousands of your children" the nurse crooned in her deformed ear.
The words were the sweetest promise that had ever been given she thought and her bloated body shuddered as she let out an exhilarated sigh of relief. It was at this point that she became cognisant of the fact that not only were they claiming her body, but also her mind. They did not intend to leave her in this body, with the torment of imprisoning her human consciousness within it. Rather, she knew now, that she had to give herself to them, to the hive.
It was a strangely comforting realisation, that she could stop resisting and let go, to let them in. Some part of her mutated brain railed at the thought of being responsible for the conversion of more humans into creatures like Antlers but it fought with the new, almost all-consuming need to feel them squirming with her belly. It was a battle the human part of her was all too weak to win however. She was tired, tired of fighting, tired of clinging to some hope that magically, she would be rescued, and either cured, or euthanised out of existence.
"Yessss...I am ready..." she replied, and immediately thereafter, almost as if given her permission, the orifice at the apex of her domed abdomen flowered open wetly, prompting a cry of both pain and arousal as the birthing pit formed. The flesh around it sagged inwards and the folds of its "mouth" began to pulsate and gasp, constantly seeking a new victim as worm-like tentacles reached out from its perimeter. "Pleeeeeeease!" she hissed. "Briiiiiing me my childrennn!", her voice having taken on a gurgling, rasping quality.
"Patience Jessica..." Antlers whispered to her. "You are nearly Queen, but you must be whole, so you can be the perfect Mother. You have much growing to do yet."
Antlers was of course correct, it in fact took her several more days to put on sufficient bulk to begin the next stage of her metamorphosis. They lowered her into her nest on the second day, as she was becoming too large to be contained in her chamber any longer. She felt at home, comforted by the surroundings of her new home, the only home she would ever know from now on. Her enormous womb felt so empty though, and she yearned for humans to fill it, to be Mother to, to gestate and bring into the wonder of the Hive. Her unbirthing pit rose and fell anxiously as she waited.
On the fifth day, she was, by her reckoning, somewhere in the order of 30 feet from her head to where her huge, clawed feet anchored her. Between her enormous, spindly legs, skinless, made up of exposed black, twisted muscle fibres and exoskeletal bone, the disaster of her vagina lay, four feet from top to bottom. A mass of grey-green flesh, covered in slime began to push out of the mouth of her alien sex.
The thing Jess had become shrieked her high-pitched birthing wail from her monstrous jaws. The boulder-like organic mound stretched her vile cunt, accompanied by a river of mucusy discharge until it fell from her heavily, one side of it connected completely seamlessly to her rubbery labia.
Antlers seemed overjoyed at the sight of the horrific mutation between her charge's legs. The birthed prolapse began to inflate, growing in size rapidly, veins becoming distinct upon its surface. "UGGGAAHHHH!" she grunted as this latest, beautiful change in her body, beautiful to her mind at any rate, took place "YESSSSSSS! OHHHH YESSSSSS!" she roared. Antlers assisted in manipulating the emerging cocoon sac until it began to shift of its own accord, growing tendrils and offshoots that raised it upwards to the ceiling, still growing and elongating in preparation for its first occupants.
Lucy:
As Lucy entered the suburb she had previously called home, all appeared normal. In other words, the birds were tweeting and chirping along the deserted streets as the sun descended behind the trees in the sleepy outskirts of Boston. Nothing out of the ordinary there, she thought as she slowed the car to a crawling pace where she could observe any obvious signs of trouble.
The major roads had been treacherous, car fires and roaming gangs as the breakdown of law and order continued. Once a region had been overrun by the invaders though, no further news came out of that area.
She didn't doubt that they would get her too in the end, but she intended to go back for her family and make it to as isolated a place as possible, for as long as was possible, Montana, or Alaska maybe, if she could make it that far. She no longer had any preconceptions that the human race would endure, or fight back, or live on following the invasion. She wasn't like her sister, she wasn't an idealist, she just wanted to protect her own.
She had lost her partner, Kate, early on in the resistance, when hopes had been high and before she had seen so many lost or taken. She couldn't bear the thought of losing anyone else. As she entered her own street she cut the engine and silently drew the car up to the front of the house.
She got out, leaving the door open in case she needed to make a quick exit, and tentatively entered, calling her daughter's name with her pistol drawn. No response. Wandering into the kitchen an empty milk bottle stood on the large oak table, a note trapped underneath it in Claire's handwriting.
"Mom, if you find this, I'm with Aunt Jessica, we're OK."
Relief washed over her, and she knocked the milk bottle over as she rushed to throw as many supplies in a canvas duffle bag as she could get her hands on. Her sister was a Sergeant in the resistance unit here. If Claire was going to be safe with anyone in this hellish world, it was with her.
