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The alien tube snaked up the winding myriad of pipelines and vents, up floors and shafts. Eventually it exited the wall cavity at a small grate in the floor below a patient bed. This level of the hospital still functioned relatively normally, with patients and nurses in most of the rooms. It was wanted this way, as this was where any newcomers would go.
The tube led out of the grate and snaked across the floor to one of the bed legs that covered the exit point. It climbed up the inside where it traveled across the underside of the mattress. Finding a spot a little under the middle, it penetrated the mattress, simply sliding through the material.
The patient above, resting after having another fit, didn't notice it until it was too late. The tube exited the fabric and contacted the man's body. Immediately, little branches speared off, covering his lower body, while the main stem of purple extremity snaked up his crotch between his legs and pooled around his reproductive organs. It literally pooled, too - spreading out like water in a pond around the man's now growing member - before it simply took the pole. It grew around it, running like water in reverse, sliding and rolling all over it, covering it.
After a moment, it solidified, becoming a purple mass enveloping his manhood, a smooth purple lump encasing the whole of his crotch. The man's breathing slowed, tensed muscles relaxed. The creature, pouring it's essence into him, cured his disease while it occupied his mind. The man began to dream, dream of floating naked in a world of bliss, held by nothing while ghostly hands caressed his body and pleasured him beyond anything he'd felt before...
Emily was resting. She had explored her new home, this hospital, and had had a lot of fun experimenting with her new powers. She was a god. She could become anyone, make them hers. She was unstoppable.
At the moment, Emily was happily snoozing in an empty ward, her body tingling and bristling with the ghostly sensations of the hundreds of people in her hospital. She dreamed, dreamed of all the people she had become, all the pleasure she was creating and absorbing. Countless men and women, all connected, all with their purple tubes snaking from their nether regions, running across the floor and down, down, down to where her embodiment really was...
Emily woke up. She sat up, confused. Her dream had been of the people in the hospital, those she knew were real. She also knew that she was the embodiment she saw at the end. She was real. But that was not her. She was here, she was human - at least, her physical representation was. But how was she here, a naked human in a bed, but also deep down, below her, a massive being of pure unearthly power?
She had to know. But first, to feed. Her human form needed human sustenance, more so than what her unreal powers could sustain. She knew exactly where she could go.
Emily was admitted to the local hospital after a fall from a tree left her unconscious for longer than she should have been. While there were no real visible problems her girlfriend, who was with her at the time, suspected something was wrong and rushed her there immediately. She stayed for hours, before closing time came and she was forced to leave. Since then, she stayed home, looking after the house and worrying. It had been five days now and no word from Emily yet.
Emily was hot. Really hot. At 24 she was cute, sexy and had a full figure. Almost 6 feet high she struck any woman down with her looks, quiet, shy cuteness and sexy curves. She was modest, smart, and wise with what she did. Emily knew how to have a good time - quite often Saturday nights would see her and her best friends at or hosting parties, having fun and getting wild, while during the week she learned, worked and improved herself. She was quite truthfully, a role model for her friends, though they'd never say as much.
Her admittance to the hospital spelled a full stop for her. In the middle of so many projects and charging through life, one ordinary day climbing a tree for a kid's kite saw her take a nasty fall and end up needing care. She spent three days being closely monitored before she was moved to recovery. It was while there that she was again relocated, though this time she had not been notified of such a move.
She was taken into a lift which seemed to go a long way without stopping. The men who were transporting her, dressed not in hospital gowns but rather suits and older-fashioned clothing, stood around her with unerring stillness. As her worry climbed up her throat and she began to think of escape, one of them, an immaculately dressed man with a chain on his jacket leaned over her and placed his hand over her face and the world was no more.
