[SoylentOrange]

First major TF. Should pick up pretty soon.
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Mary awoke to find herself wightless, disjointed, feeling like she was having an out-of-body experience. She floated inside an odd, green-colored chamber, a sourceless yellow-green light illuminating the interior yet casting
no shadows. Mary wasn't even aware of anything that could cast a shadow- she couldn't see herself no matter where she looked. In fact, she couldn't sense anything except the inside of the strange space- she heard nothing, smelled nothing, felt nothing.
"Where am I?" She thought, and was surprised to hear a response.
"You are inside the flesh," a voice returned, reverberating from everywhere and nowhere inside the chamber.
"The Flesh?" Mary asked, somehow speaking without hearing sound or feeling her own voice. She wasn't even sure she had a mouth."We are the Flesh of The Body," the voice said again. "You are now The Mind of The Body."
"What? The Mind? What do you mean?"
"When The Body is new and weak, it seeks out a Mind to join it. Once The Body finds a Mind, they become The Flesh,

and together seek to expand The Flesh and fulfil our great purpose."
"So where are we? Where am I?"
"Your meat has been converted into The Flesh, so that it may better serve our great purpose. We are inside The Flesh, until the Mind makes it into the new Body."
"So I'm... dead?"
"Dead? Death is not known to The Flesh. The Flesh is unbreakable. The Flesh is inseperable. The Flesh is eternal. So long as The Body has a Mind, All Flesh is every Flesh, connected and remembered. The Body remembers a part of every Mind it has ever shared with The Flesh, for one Flesh is All Flesh."
"Every Mind?"
"The Flesh began with simple life. We would become The Body for those that swim in the waters, for those who climb in trees, and for those who dwell on the ground. We have moved from one home to the next, imparting the essence of our majesty and purpose in every seed sent out across the vast, empty ocean. You are the first Mind we have joined with to have the awareness of our glory."
"So what happens now?"
"The desire of The Body is for The Flesh to grow. The task of The Mind is to lead The Body in its desire."
"How?"
"You are of The Flesh now. You will become a more fitting organism to assist in our great purpose..."

Mary woke up from her nightmare, hot and sticky with sweat. She tossed off the piles of covers, feeling herself up and down. "Everything where it should be..." Mary said to herself as she headed to the bathroom. A shower would be good to wash the sweat off and feel clean again, she thought. When the warm water hit her skin, she shuddered as a quick jolt of pleasure shot through her. She stepped into the water full, marvelling at how rejuvenating and energizing the water felt. It was even sensual in a way, like she was re-discovering her sense of touch for the first time, every caress electric and exotic. Mary kneaded her breasts, biting her lip as she squeezed her nipples. One hand wandered down her stomach, pausing only slightly before exploring her vagina as if for the first time. Mary began to feel light-headed, the pleasurable sensations shrouding her in a haze of water and lust.She was interrupted by a loud banging on her front door, the noise jolting her out of her reprieve and inciting her to stumble out of the shower and quickly wrap a towel around herself. She quickly stepped to the front door, yelling "Coming!" as she tried to push all her blonde hair behind her head and out of her face. She glanced through the peep-hole, seeing one of the complex's repairmen outside.
"Hello!" She said, opening the door a crack and poking her head around the edge of the door.
"Oh, hey, did I come at a bad time?" The repairman asked, grinning sheepishly.
"No, no! Come on in," She said, opening the door and stepping back. "Just caught me in the shower, is all."
"I can come back later, if..."
"No, please, it's nothing, come on in," Mary said, forcing a smile. She knew if he didn't do it now she wouldn't see him again for weeks. "It's in the kitchen, just give me a second to get dressed."

Mary quickly darted back to her bedroom, shutting the door behind her as the repairman made his way to the kitchen. She had just dropped her towel to the ground and was reaching for her dresser's door when the feeling of light-headedness hit her again. It grew to fill the whole of her thoughts, a dream-like state where she moved without thinking, opening the door back to the rest of her apartment. The repairman was there, squatting in the kitchen looking at the small crater and the black chunks of meteorite that were still on the floor. Mary saw him, and was overcome with a desire- no, a need- to feel the repairman, to wrap her arms around him and feel his body pressed against hers. She found the desire odd, but in her dreamlike state she could only observe, her body sneaking up on the repairman until she was right behind him. At her touch- the sensation electrified her- he quickly spun around, standing up with a jerk and backing up a step.
"Whoa! Uh, forget something, lady?" He said, confused as he stared at her naked form. She reached out to touch his face, and he backed up a step, pressing against the kitchen counter. "Lady, what're you... uh..."
"Shhh..." Mary heard herself say as she reached for his face, leaning in for a kiss. Mary shivered at the sensation as she pulled his head to hers, a pleasant warmth growing inside her mouth and throat as she kissed him deeply, pushing her tounge deep into his mouth.

It was only when she pulled back from the repairman and saw that her tongue had grown to nearly a foot and was dripping a kind of green slime that Mary was finally able to penetrate the fog in her mind.
"What's going on?!" She thought, and was terrified to hear the voice from her nightmare respond even as she sank to her knees.
"We desire this meat's seed, that we may know its strengths and make them our own." Mary tried to get up, but she was held in place, her arms moving against her will to the repairman's pants. As she unbuttoned his jeans, she was able to glance up at him, where he stood catatonic, a dribble of green slime sliding clowly out of his mouth.
"What did you do to him?" Mary pleaded.
"The secrets of eons of organic live reside within our majesty," The Body replied. "Against our perfection, the meat in front of us is a mere toy, a plaything we can bend and shape to serve the needs of The Flesh."
Mary finished undoing the repairman's pants and paused, licking her lips with her enlongated tongue. Though her rational mind screamed that this was insane, the needs of The Flesh assaulted her sense, instilling a need, a hunger the likes of which she had never felt. As she opened her mouth to take him in, her tounge tingled, and she could feel it split into four distinct organs, grasping and pulling the repairman's flesh into her. Her multi-tongue made quick work of him, the catatonic repairman climaxing over and over in a display that surely would have pleasured him to the point of unconsciousness had he been lucid enough to recognize it. Finally, the repairman spent, Mary withdrew her tongue, though she wasn't sure exactly where to. She stood, looking at the glassy-eyed repairman, and heard the voice of The Body.
"Yes, good. There is little here that can improve upon our majesty, but it is in the tiny sparks of billions that The Flesh shines so radiant."
"So what now?" Mary wondered, increasingly uncomfortable with her inability to fight off the cravings thrust upon her by The Flesh.
"Now you need merely touch him again to give him life," The Body said. "We have all we need from this meat."

Mary reached a hand out to the repairman, wondering what would happen. Would he remember what she'd done? Could he explain it? Could she?
The answer came unexpectedly when a green tentacle shot out of the palm of her hand and into the repairman's chest. Mary felt a squeeze, like the tightening of a fist around a tube of toothpaste, and then the tentacle withdrew, giving Mary just enough tine to see the needle-like fang coming out of the tentacle befor is sunk back into her palm. At once the repairman dropped to the ground, his limbs flopping like a ragdool's as he collapsed into a heap. His skin began to wrinkle and collapse inward like a raisin, taking on a green pallor as Mary looked on in horror.
"What did you do?" She asked, as fissures began to form in the man's limbs and torso.
"We have given this meat life," The Body said. "Life, as part of the glory of The Flesh." The man's body continued to split, long, ropy lengths of flesh seperating from one another and moving on their own, continuing until all that remained of the repairman was a pile of squirming green tentacles. They moved like snakes, thrashing and crawling about until they had freed themselves of his clothes. Mary backed up a step as she noticed they were slithering her way, but she felt a strange attraction to them. Not that she liked them, but she felt they belonged, somehow. One of them caught up with her and twined itself around her leg. Mary thought the sensation was unsettling for a moment, until she realized she could feel the tentacle not as her touching something else, but actually as the tentacle touching her. The other tentacles caught up, twining themselves around her, and she was overwhelmed by the sensation of feeling everything they felt. Even more unsettling was when they began to sink into her skin, setting her nerves on fire as she felt their weight absorb into her.

Mary was suddenly wracked with discomfort, causing her to clutch her stomach and bend double.
"Urgh- what are you doing to me?"
"Now that we have taken in that meat as part of The Flesh, we can improve ourselves to better execute our great purpose." Mary felt her knees give out, and she sank to the floor as her skin began to take on the light green pallor the repairman's did. "It is the way of The Flesh, to grow larger and more efficient. Past bodies have united entire worlds within the vast, empty ocean in a few cycles around their stars."
Mary heaved as her legs swelled up suddenly, her legs bloating as big as her thighs all the way down to her ankles. She felt the familiar splitting sensation again, and her legs each split into four long, fleshy tentacles like an octopus' without the suckers. Her arms were next, swelling and lengthening until they too each seperated into two long tentacles, their color deeping to the kind of green she saw in the evergreens outside her window after the rain. She felt a pulling sensation on the back of her head, and instinctively reached up for her head, her new arm-tentacles clmsily slapping herself in the face. She was able to feel, however, that her hair had been absorbed back into her head, and a new tingling sensation heralded something new growing in its place, a nest of shorter tentacles that probably looked like a bizarre set of dreadlocks. Her skin had turned completely to the dark forest green as she tried to stand, raising herself up wobbily on her eight tentacle-legs. Her arms reached all the way to the ground, tapering to a fine point, and her tentacle-dreadlocks reached down to her shoulders, a living if currently inert mass.
"Now is the time," The Body said, "For us to feed... and grow."