Chapter 1

As I stand in the doorway, gasping for air, I stare aghast at my sister swirling above the thing. Her clothing, stripped away, rests in a pile by my feet. Adding to the uneasy sight before me, the light flickering off the black and white tiling in the bathroom. And what should have been a calming, warm night breeze swirls the sheer curtains about the open window. Beneath her, in the once white ceramic clawed foot tub, its hunched mass lies; writhing, bobbling, and so alive with hunger.

Sherri’s dirty blonde hair, matted and dripping with ooze and sweat, hangs from her rolling head and droops around her glistening shoulders. As usual, she is its favorite. Young like me, she can orgasm over and over until exhaustion finally takes her. It enjoys that. The boneless crumpling of her sighing body after it has fed. The feeling of completion. Utter satiation. Both its and hers.

And she has been up there a long time already.

Her frame tenses once more and muffled moans escape around the grotesque tubular mass pulsating between her distended lips. Shiny and a mottled reddish-purple color, several glistening fleshy tendrils pierce her or keep her suspended. The swirling tube in her mouth is one of three thicker ones. The other two, paired at a monstrous pustule on its quavering hulk, penetrate her between the legs. As if caught in a giant spiderweb, smaller wavering appendages stretch her limbs outwards while another pair pump her conical tits.

The moans become cries as she shudders and twists between them. Gelatinous and coated in oozing crimson slime, the creature’s immense globular body threatens to overflow the large tub as it matches her pleasure with its own; great pulsating waves sweep up the tendrils. At first, ooze spurts from her mouth and both pelvic orifices. But then Sherri arches her back and coughs out a massive geyser of fluid as the thing fills, and overfills, all her cavities at once. As her frame bucks under the pressure, my sister’s scream gurgle away under the sluicing sheets of cherry ooze.

It has grown so much since we found it in the woods not more than a month ago. And it is getting hungrier each day. As its fluids drain from my shuddering sister, her eyes flutter. It doesn’t hunger for food.

After it lowers her panting frame to squelch onto the soaked tile, its body contracts and then swells once more. With a final pulse into her, it begins to tug its tendrils from inside Sherri while others peel from her shaking limbs. As she gasps for air, one of Sherri’s hands sweeps dripping strands from her face. After flicking her unfocused, half-crazed eyes at the creature, she gazes up at me. Ooze, crimson and smelling of dense saccharin sweetness, slides from her lips, both sets, as she quivers on the floor. A groan escapes my mouth as I track the shaking fingers of her other hand, chasing after a retracting tentacle. As always, she wants more.

They all do.

more

As does it.

After gulping, I nod at the thing in the tub and push off the doorframe before walking down the hall. Just outside the door to my parents’ bedroom, I stop and hold my hand off the knob. I could kill it. I think so. I mean, I have a hunting rifle. Or I could ... No, it was innocent. A traveler. And we had given it sanctuary. It wasn’t right to think that way.

My hand turns the knob, and I push open the door. The sight inside no longer shocks me. The once neat and clean bedroom is in disarray. My dad’s work clothes cover the floor, where he had strewn them earlier. He lies, splayed out across the bed, still huffing as crimson ooze coats his dribbling dick. His head rolls to me with that same partially satiated look as my sister now wore. His eyes gleam. Did it want him again? I shake my head and look down at my mom, kneeling in her office outfit, waiting.

As it could sense, so could I. How hungry—how so very desperate for it, she is. My mother’s wild eyes stare at me, full of hope. Already her hands waver at the top button of her work blouse. She had rushed home, but my father and sister had beaten her to it. She had been so patient. Puffs of air flee her glimmering red lips as her lower lip trembles.

Squelching comes from the bathroom and my sister’s moans grow louder. Sometimes, it snacks between meals. Sherri didn’t mind. What should I do? I couldn’t kill it. I just couldn’t. It wouldn’t be right. My mother’s eyes tear up. Does she know what I am thinking?

If I was going to do something to harm it, I should have done it long ago. When I had the chance ... Before all this. I should have tossed the damned thing farther into the woods.