Chapter 5
Jacob sat on the edge of his parent's bed trying to understand everything in his world. The pod was gone now, disintegrated into dust just like Billy and the tentacles that once spread across the entire room. In fact, the room now looked no different than before she had shown up. And he did mean "she" now.
Her sex was undeniable now. A difference cemented by the full female form with body. Her curves and breasts embodied the definition of a "MILF" and he had trouble understanding why she chose such a voluptuous form. Not that he found her unattractive, but it seemed to be unmatched in sex appeal to women of his age.
Right now, she was using the shower in his parents' room. Only god knew the last time the bathroom had been used. All he knew was that after she had asked to take one, she had freaked out in fascination over the soaps he had gotten and the clothes. The clothes sat on the bed near him, still tagged and new. He had thought to wash them, but refrained from such things. The other items he bought for her from his earlier trip to the store were some hair care products, lotions and food. The very last item was downstairs.
"Jacob."
He heard his voice being called out. A melody that dripped with honeyed promises. It made his head swim as he relaxed with his name being spoken in such a way.
"Jacob."
"Yeah," he replied to her.
"I'm feeling hungry."
"No problem," he said before getting up off the bed and leaving the master bedroom.
Jacob was glad to have something to do. Sitting around and waiting in anticipation of whatever would come had been plaguing him. Plus, he had been constantly checking his phone for some sort of sign from Grace that she was okay. After leaving her earlier passed out in the building on the fields at his school, he worried sex with his enhanced cock had done something bad to her.
Then there were the cops. The lights from the emergency vehicles outside still flashed through the windows. It reminded him of the female cop who had stopped him twice that day when he was trying to enter his home. The last stop had been when he had returned with a shopping cart filled with stuff for his alien visitor. He stopped in the hall to sigh.
"So much going on," he spoke to himself, before heading down the stairs and to the kitchen. He turned on some lights and began pulling food out to cook. Being that Jacob cooked often for himself and his father, the task itself took barely any effort to accomplish. By the time he finished and turned to begin setting the table, she was standing there, leaning against the door frame of the kitchen.
"Gah," Jacob exclaimed, almost dropping the food to the floor.
"That smells good," she said before moving over to him. He noticed then that she had a more petite form now.
"You can freely morph your form?" he asked.
"No talk, just eat."
She grabbed the plate of food from him and sat at the table. The chair creaked as she sat down, something that Jacob automatically attributed to being his fault. She had sat in the chair that he often used, but he smiled knowing that within the next few days, new furniture would be here. His thoughts were interrupted suddenly by slurping noises.
Jacob had cooked a few different vegetables, a couple of steaks, and some baked potatoes for their meal. As he watched her, he saw that he wouldn't be eating anything he fixed as already most of the food had already been devoured by the voracious being in front of him.
"Is it good?" he asked.
She mumbled some sort of reply. It was incomprehensible with the loud slurping and smacking sounds. For a being of sex, she sure seemed to be one of gluttony instead. That thought made him chuckle to himself.
"I'm done," she said leaning back in the chair. She let out a comedically loud burp and he remembered there wasn't a drink. Moving quickly, he brought her a glass of sweet tea. She took it and drank it enthusiastically. Feeling dismissed, he walked away from her and headed back upstairs in amazement of what had just happened.
Granted, he registered that she had put on some clothes at least. They looked slightly oversized on her, but he did think she looked cute. With the long black hair and freckled light skin, she seemed to have found the perfect female human form.
Jacob went back to his parents bedroom to check on everything. Much to his surprise, the room looked untouched. Even looking in the bathroom, he noticed that nothing had been left for discovery.
"I moved everything to your room," she said, making him once again jump in surprise. "You seem to worry too much."
"Jesus," he hissed, turning to her.
"I know you have problems with your father," she said as a matter of fact. "I don't like how anxious it makes you."
"Well, I did order new furniture for the place to help out, but this room belonged to both him and my mother."
"Where is she?"
The woman, as he didn't know what else to call her, asked him hard questions fast. He sat on the toilet while she leaned against the door frame of the bathroom.
"She died while giving birth to me."
"I'm sorry to hear that," she spoke. "Based on the memories of the female I absorbed, it explains your physical and emotional state when we met."
Jacob looked at her and cocked his head in astonishment.
"I knew it was too good to be true," he sat looking away in shame.
"What was?"
He looked back over to her, tears stinging his eyes.
"You took that as a mean comment?" she asked.
"Well, you chose me out of pity right?"
Her eyes widened in response.
"That is... what can I say, an unfortunate way of looking at it. I chose you because for one, you were a loner with few ties to society and for two, I actually liked you."
Jacob got up and brushed past her on his way by. He barely heard the strange sounding growl before he found himself landing roughly onto the soft top of the bed. It groaned loudly in protest under weight it hadn't experienced in years. He had his eyes closed, bracing himself for the inevitable blows headed his way. When they didn't land, he opened his eyes.
"What are you doing?" she asked him while her face hovered only inches above his. Her eyes, dark black eyes, locked with his.
"I heard you growl and thought you were gonna punish me," he replied.
