Chapter 2

Nights were the worst for him. He stood in silence, the suffocating isolation of his office diffused by shadows, his memories dancing through the darkness as vivid echoes of what once was. BARD had given him everything over the years, providing and nurturing as surrogate in the absence of his family and making him the man he was today. Today ... what even was today? Today Cheryl spilled some rubbing alcohol on herself and the moisture seeping through the fabric, or rather the revealed skin beneath, had caught his eye ... But wait, today Cheryl had been irradiated and disposed of? Those incidents happened months apart, but ... today? Today, Mark was cleansing the radiation chamber because there had been some unidentified contamination, and an entire testing group had to be disposed of. Today, Mark had invited Scott out for drinks after work, but Scott had decided to stay late and get ahead in his work ... was that now? Scott pondered to himself, half filled with regrets that he wasn’t out at the bar with Mark right now like he offered earlier today, but remembering he never really liked Mark. The more he thought about it, the more he was sure he was right where he belonged, and he had no interest in being with Mark ... but if he was at the bar, he could ask Mark what it was like when he got bit by that roach earlier today. Mark spent all night vomiting; he hadn’t told anyone the roach bit him today, so it wasn’t until the next day he was found in a pool of his own blood vomit, chunks of organ found in his windpipe. Today was a good day ... Scott hated Mark, so it was cathartic knowing he would never have to work with that idiot again. His wife did have a nice ass, though ... she visited Mark today to bring him some lunch, and Scott could barely keep his eyes off her. Oh, how he’d love to use her as a test subject...

... Good thing Mark died today. Mark not being home made it a lot easier for Scott to start advancing on his wife Lena, showing her he was always someone to talk to and assuring it’s what Mark would have wanted. Today, Scott found himself at Lena’s house really early in the morning, just waiting for her to come to the door and invite him in. She didn’t leave her house too often anymore, not since Mark died ... How long had it been, a year? Scott never gave up on Lena, though ... he wanted to make sure she was able to get on with her life and stopped sleeping long into the day. Today, Lena had forgotten to close the blinds to her room and Scott could see a magnificent view of her ass; her covers had slid off in her sleep, and she always had a habit of sticking her butt out. Scott loved Lena’s little sleeping habit, and on a day like today it was especially nice ... her panties had raised up a bit and her ass cheek was presenting itself beautifully for him; it made the climbing worth it. Earlier today Mark and Lena got in a fight and he had to take her outside the office so it didn’t upset the roaches; they terrified Lena for some reason, and the fight was getting heated. Lena hated that Mark worked for BARD and wanted him to find a safer occupation, some place that didn’t make her worry if he would come home to her ... Mark insisted they needed him to work there, because BARD paid very well. When she got angry Scott noticed that Lena’s eyes got a fiery quality to them, and when she shouted her perky breasts would bounce in her blouse just a little. Scott really wanted to fuck Lena, but Mark was in the way of their love.

As the couple fought Scott couldn’t decide if he wanted to look at Lena’s breasts or into her wild eyes more, even as she stood there screaming in his face. Scott hated when Lena got like she was today, always talking about how he should find a safer place to work and that they had plenty of money even without working for some huge corporation ... but he knew better. No matter how much Lena shouted about not understanding his side of things and insisting she see her husband. See him? Scott was right there, talking to her from their bedroom doorway. Scott never regretted what happened to Mark with how much that bastard tried flirting with his wife. Every time he saw Mark approaching Lena he felt a deep rage inside, watching his wife talk to some other man like she didn’t belong to him ... like she had been given permission. The way her soft, tan breasts bounced with each thrust of Mark’s hips, their passion so smoldering Scott’s glasses almost fogged clear from outside the window. How could that slut fuck another man right in front of her own husband? Today Lena was lying in their bed, letting Mark drive his cock inside her over and over while Scott had to watch ... untouched, and uninvited. For somebody she fought with so much it was almost unbelievable the way Lena made love to Mark, her hands exploring every inch of his body, his lips kissing and sucking her neck. Sweat bathed the two of them as the bed shook violently, his moans so heavy you could barely hear Lena’s own cries. Today was a good day, Scott was finally feeling the sweet, hot inner folds of Lena’s forbidden cunt, his throbbing shaft buried deep inside, her legs pressed hard against her beautiful breasts and braced his aggression. Lena’s eyes were frozen in a swirl of emotions, never blinking, and she had finally stopped resisting. Blood blended with the rolling sweat as it made its way down his arms, his balls slapping against Lena’s perfect ass so hard it almost hurt, her rigid body creating such an incredible sensation around his burning manhood. Today Scott finally got to make love to his beloved Lena ... today his lustful eyes burned the immortal memory of her beautiful, lifeless gaze forever into his mind ... today he finally felt free.

Scott missed working with people ... today had been lonely with so few coworkers surviving the recent incidents, and even fewer deemed worthy of BARD keeping on staff following their record cleansing. So few saw things the way Scott did, saw that BARD was just doing what needed to be done; they were even cleaning up their own mess, putting him on staff to study those who came in contact with their mistakes. That Annie had been cute ... nothing too special, a nice ‘girl next door’ type. Girls like that were easier for Scott to talk to, they were just more approachable and easy to intimidate if need be. Annie had been very cooperative, very sweet to him. The way she panicked at the sight of that roach, the same way Lena had reacted to them, and that malleable will so quick to believe his lies about it being harmless. How had it gotten out, anyway? This girl reminded Scott of Lena in some ways, less in looks and more in desirability ... Sure, her ass wasn’t as spectacular, her face not as pretty, and her breasts not as large ... but she was so trusting, so eager to trust and so desperate to accept his aid. Lena had always hated BARD and wanted Scott to have nothing to do with it, but Annie worked for BARD ... today Scott had found the perfect wife, and he was so excited to keep her. All that changed today, though ... that slut wasted no time in her disloyalty, fucking the first guy she saw behind his back; she probably didn’t even know the guy’s name. It was easy enough to dispose of her, but it broke Scott’s heart things had to turn out this way. Oh well, at least she fetched a nice payday for him.

Scott stood quietly in his office, deep into the night, reflecting on what had been and what could be ... Maybe he had been too harsh with Annie, didn’t she deserve a chance to beg his forgiveness? Did she really deserve to be violated like some cheap whore until death? Scott really missed Annie, but she had been a disgusting, disloyal whore and she deserved every possible moment of the worst suffering imaginable ... it wasn’t that she deserved a second chance, Scott was just so kind hearted, so forgiving that his soul urged him to act against reason. It’s strange the sort of thing love will make you capable of, but Scott was better than that and he stood by his decision. Maybe he’d buy Lena something nice with the money he got for selling Annie ... maybe that would make her forgive him for killing her. The night was so quiet, so lonely ... was it lonely? Nobody had been here for hours besides Scott, but he felt ... something, like he wasn’t alone. Maybe it was just the echoes of another time, the ghosts of those who had once worked beside him. Daydreaming at night was very common for Scott, standing in tranquil sorrow and losing himself in his own mind ... he never really saw it coming. Its length slithered across the floor of the office, leaving a moist trail of some sort of vile mucus behind while it made its way to his feet; by the time Scott noticed that pulsating, warm flesh sliding up his ankle it had already ensnared his leg entirely. In an instant the putrid thing constricted like a muscle, shattering the silence of the night with the nauseating sound of fragmented bone and bringing Scott helplessly to the floor. What was happening!? What was this ... this thing!? As the slithering horror coiled and climbed Scott’s body he could swear he heard an almost human voice humming softly, as if the thing was soothing itself. There was little Scott could do but stare in frozen horror, unable to resist or even scream, and when he finally did manage to get the faintest hint of sound to escape the monstrosity rose to look him in the face. A ... worm? It was wrinkled and perpetually convulsing, its skin colored flesh shimmering with moisture that dripped from its sparse human-like hairs. The shriveled tip of the creature began to recede, surely exposing some repulsive maw to devour him, but much to Scott’s surprise ... to his horror ... the tiny face of a human infant swelled into view, its bloated visage like stillbirth. Despite its lack of eyes and its deathly complexion, something told Scott it was very much alive, very much aware ... and looking directly at him. The two lie there staring at one another in an agonizing still frame ... and as the tip of its tail swiftly lunged upward and impaled Scott’s eye he finally released that long awaited scream. A sickly squelching filled the room for hours as the worm violated Scott’s body, burrowing deep inside him through his eye socket, all the while doing nothing to numb the pain ... nothing to dull the senses ... and offering no chance at a merciful death.

Scott stood there in the dark of his office quietly humming to himself, his eyes fixated on little as he was lost daydreaming at night, the only light the dim glow of his desk lamp averted towards the door. The door opened slowly, a staggered long creaking that disturbed the peaceful silence, and in the lamp’s glow stood Annie. “ ... Scott?” W-what was that? Had ... had Annie really come back to him? That’s right ... he remembered finding her tied to that pipe, completely slathered in cum, sweat, and blood ... She had learned her lesson, she was ready to come home, and now she was here. NO! NO, NO, NO, NO, NO! Mommy did not learn her lesson, little Scotty learned his. Scott had wronged mommy, done a bad thing to her ... now he took care of her, nurtured her ... slaved for her. Yes, Scotty had indeed found Annie in a horrible state and could hardly live with himself; he cleaned her, he nurtured her, and he brought her safely home. Now there she was, good as new ... ready to rejoin her family. Scott smiled, tears rolling down his face as it all finally fell into place. Turning to greet his loving wife, Scott saw only terror on her as she gazed back. For Annie, standing paralyzed in that doorway, all she saw was Scott ... with some horrific, pulsating flesh tube hanging out of his eye and bound around his entire body, it seemingly the only thing keeping his gory leg in one piece.

“Annie, my darling! It is so good to see you, my wi-...” Scott immediately seized, his eye rolling back beneath a flickering lid, the thing clenching down like a serpent, his body convulsing and dragged to the ground in response. Annie’s dread catapulted her voice like a shriek, nails dragging the flesh of her cheeks enough to welt red streaks, and the vision of Scott’s writhing was simply too much. “... -other ... She is mo-other...!” The words escaping Scott’s receding lips were not his own, a graveled and guttural screeching in the guise of child-like innocence, his body clawing and flailing violently against the hard floor. Tears flowing heavily, jaw cracking wide, his breath exploded heavily from the depths of his lungs as if being pushed outward by some intruding presence ... and it was; it was no tongue that emerged from that vacuous maw, but the minute visage of a bloated newborn ... crying out to her. Such a sight eluded the young woman’s comprehension, her mortified gaze magnetized upon it, and though she wished to flee Annie’s body betrayed her wishes entirely. “ ... show mother ... Make sorry known.” The twisted shape of Scott’s body contorted like a mannequin jerked suddenly upright, his feet almost floating with each widened stumble towards ‘mother.’

Each step became ever more a gallop as the contorted Scott bounded across the room, easily clearing the desk without thought and tackling Annie to the ground. To Annie’s shock the small face only inches from her own had an aura of comfort to it, soothing her mind and relieving her tension almost like magic, and the tiny mouth gave a gentle smile while slithering back beyond Scott’s teeth. A hefty crack, a chilling pop, and Scott’s mouth no longer seemed distended but normal; even his speech seemed ... oddly natural. “Scotty’s sorry, mommy...” Scott rammed his lips so tightly to Annie’s hardly a breath could escape, his recently absent tongue now slithering inside her mouth in the same manner his hands explored her body. Amidst the passionate, one sided kissing Scott spoke soft fragments of speech, “Scotty sorry ... loves mommy...” In such a short time something in Annie had changed, a true metamorphosis was beginning and it began that day that was meant to be her last ... No longer would she be the office whore, but instead a whore for who she wanted, or even ... they would be a whore for her. An electricity began to generate from Scott’s kisses, surging through her entire body and igniting a flame as it reached her groin; each touch of his hands left her begging for more, and soon she would have it. Scott’s unhindered leg wedged Annie’s thighs open and swiftly her drove his swollen crotch against the heat of her own, her hidden lips so sopping wet he could feel it on his skin. Tiny moist holes stretched open across Scott’s skin like sphincters, places holes should not be, their vacancy quickly filled from within by nerve-like tendrils to piercing beneath Annie’s clothing. As their passion grew so did the sprouting limbs, ensnaring every surface of the young woman’s body and tearing away her clothing in a single motion. Something about Scott’s touches, his kisses and his breath, the sudden rush of cool air on her naked body and her desires to be her own woman spiraled Annie’s mind into a drunken trance of lust, and all she knew is how badly she wanted this. “Oh, god ... Scott ... I ... touch me more, Scott!” Nails raked his skin beneath his shirt towards his waist, converging at his belt buckle to begin unfastening; in voracious response the man’s pants ruptured at the fly, and his impossibly engorged manhood sprung towards Annie like a spear. Pulsing meat impaled Annie’s opening, her eyes rolling back and her back arching from the sudden penetration, and Annie lost herself entirely in fuck.