Chapter 4

“And that’s when you found me,” Annette sighed, finishing her story. Jean grumbled a bit from the long-winded nature of the story, but he was glad to have gained more insights into the current state of affairs, even if some simply reinforced what he had already determined. “I abandoned patients and even came to resent those in need. I’m a failure as a medical professional. Surely, being trapped here in the very same hospital I fled is my punishment.”

“You did what you had to,” Jean replied with a note of approval in his voice. “The only way to guarantee that you see tomorrow is to grasp your future with your own hands. I would know.” Annette sighed again and stood up, shrugging her satchel back over her shoulder.

“Well, I plan to still offer help where needed,” she said, grabbing a white lab coat hanging from a nearby hook and tossing it to Jean. “Here. Cover yourself.” Jean caught the garment but snorted with derision and dropped it to the floor. “What ... are you actually an exhibitionist after all...?” Annette crossed her arms in confusion.

“Hardly, my dear. Imperfect as the human body may be, it is still far easier to be stealthy when unencumbered than when draped with loose-fitting rags.” Jean smirked at Annette. “Or do you mean to say that you are a blushing little girl unable to control her emotions?”

“Suit yourself. Just make sure you walk behind me,” Annette scoffed, sliding past Jean and doing her best not to touch his bare skin as she approached the door.

“You will be leading the way for the time being, anyway” Jean shrugged. “No doubt the commotion in the hall has died down by now after your impressively verbose narrative. Hopefully your companions did not encounter any more trouble in the interim.”

“They know how to take care of themselves,” Annette responded with a slight hint of concern, making a visible effort not to meet Jean’s gaze. “Admittedly, we never had to go up against other humans before ... but they are more than capable ... I’m sure...” The more she talked, the less certain she sounded, but after a few steady deep breaths, she cracked the storage room door open with a determined look on her face. “Now be quiet and let’s get to the security room.” Jean flourished his hand with a “lead on” gesture and followed her out into the moist hallway, still gripping the scalpel in a readied position.

Annette peeked around the corner down the hall and grimaced at the sight before ushering Jean onwards. The captive humans who the nurse had been toying with earlier were now almost completely subsumed by the fleshy mottled masses along the walls, their orifices and erogenous zones all being gently stimulated by tentacles, which would occasionally increase their ministrations to a feverish pitch as they sensed their prey nearing climax.

As before, Jean and Annette made their way down the hall carefully avoiding any patches of wiggling tentacles, reflexively grasping human hands, and the non-stop deluge of human fluids that spurted from every surface. On one occasion, Annette nearly led them both into a large, opaque pool of thick, white fluid, which looked nearly identical to the tiled floors around them. Only by noticing the ripples of a small tentacle worm swimming about in the sticky liquid did she realize what it was.

She covered her mouth to repress a gag as they moved by the puddle, trying her best not to look at the large, turgid cock of a man lying face up in the pool. Only his head and penis were poking above the sloshing surface while he moaned loudly and erupted blast after blast of thick semen that splattered down into the mire around him. More streams of fluid dripped down into the pool from above from several more twitching dicks and jiggling breasts that hung from other captives encased within the ceiling.

Annette was so distracted by the sight that she didn’t properly check around the corner at the end of the hall. With a start, she quickly lurched backwards and nearly toppled Jean over, who glared daggers at her with his bare foot only a few centimeters away from an leisurely pulsating tendril. Annette showed a look of panic for a moment, but she calmed down after realizing that whatever it was she was scared of had not yet come to pass. She jerked her head to Jean to indicate that he should take a look as well.

Jean crouched down, making sure that his manhood didn’t brush against any untoward surfaces, and crept up to the corner as well, peering down the halfway and allowing his eyes to adjust to the less-windowed corridor. Another crazed nurse, this time a man, was stalking down the hall away from them. Much like his female colleague, he was mostly nude save for some tattered blue scrubs, with several tentacles emerging from his anus and wrapping up around his limbs to cause his silhouette to writhe with every step.

Annette tapped Jean’s shoulder and pointed to a large glass entryway that the nurse had stopped next to. The sign above the door was heavily obscured by ichor and tentacles, but the words “Boutique de Cadeaux” were still legible.

“Shortcut,” Annette mouthed, her breath rattling in her throat. Jean nodded knowingly. Annette stood still, furrowing her brow and contemplated how to get to the gift shop without alerting the nurse who was frustratingly standing right in the way. Jean, however, quickly sprang into action.

The hallway here was relatively clear of obstacles, so he was able to move more swiftly than before. Annette was shocked to see Jean quickly creeping towards the back of the nurse, thinking him to truly have lost his mind after being stuck here for so long, until she noticed the scalpel gleaming in his hand. Even in such a desperate situation, the idea of taking another human’s life went contrary to all of her most fundamental principles. These poor nurses could be being controlled against their will, and even if not, killing would be the last resort.

She hurried after Jean, who was now only a few meters behind the still oblivious nurse. It was too late; there was no way she would be able to stop him in time. Jean slowly but determinedly started to stand up while avoiding the tentacles swinging around the man’s ass, the scalpel homing in on the nurse’s exposed neck. But just before he could strike, the sound of struggling and grunting could suddenly be heard further down the hall.

The nurse dashed off towards the sound, coming from a woman who was stuck in crystalline ichor along a wall. Jean, surprised, stood stock-still as his prey escaped, and nearly yelled out when he felt Annette grab his arm. They both slipped unnoticed into the gift shop while the nurse’s back was still turned. He was now busy grabbing a tentacle from the wall and directing it towards the squirming woman’s cunt. Her ass was sticking out from the ooze and was shaking up and down as small worms slithered out of her gushing slit.

“You’re being such a good girl for us...” the nurse cooed while tenderly stroking her quivering ass cheek. “Here is a wonderful reward for you.” Chuckling deeply, he squeezed the tentacle in his hand and it squirted more of that sweet-smelling orange fluid into her gaping pussy.

She began to spasm uncontrollably as soon as it touched her swollen flesh and soon the liquid was overflowing from her wet hole. Some more little worms continued to slip out of her along with the excess, but the flow was quickly stopped as the nurse hungrily latched his lips around her twitching mound, moaning eagerly as he ate the helpless woman out. Jean and Annette both looked away in disgust as the man’s chin became caked with her pussy juices, wiggling worms, and a seemingly endless flow of the orange goo.

Annette leaned against one of the shop doorway’s metal detectors to catch her breath, waving at Jean to get his attention. With a stern look, she pointed at his scalpel and gestured wildly in a way that she hoped communicated that he was not allowed to go around killing anyone he pleased. He stared icily at her, as if with the eyes of a predator, and for a moment, Annette was fearful that he might attack her. However, he blinked and rolled his eyes while giving a begrudging nod, before crossing his arms and indicating that she should proceed.

The two of them made their way quietly through the dark gift shop, where only a few tentacles seemed to have taken root. Upon passing by a small shelf of packaged snacks, Annette paused for a moment before quickly scooping several bags of processed junk into her satchel. Jean nodded in approval. His stomach was still full from whatever strange substances the tentacle had been pumping into him earlier, but he knew it was best to be prepared. Hunger was the enemy of rationality, which was absolutely critical to maintain.

They passed behind the counter where several euros, now entirely worthless, were stuck to slime along the floor. Jean inwardly chuckled, thinking about how many arrogant, talentless hacks, comfortable in their precious wealth, had no doubt come to realize that their beloved money was not real power during a crisis like this. No, it was intelligence, force of will, and sheer resolve that would win the day. Jean would thrive while those pathetic, greedy men were made into drooling breeding stock for these creatures.

Annette opened a door in the back of the store that led to a small hallway that appeared to be only for hospital staff to us, based on it being lined with administration offices and a break room. This corridor was markedly cleaner than the rest of the hospital Jean had seen. Clearly not many people had thought to flee here, as he could only make out the shapes of two groaning captives plastered against walls, both their rigid cocks being lazily stroked by thin feelers while other tendrils lined with writhing cilia gently tickled each sensitive glans.

Apparently relieved by the relatively easy path ahead, Annette moved forward at a slightly faster pace than before. Jean followed close behind, cutting away a thin tentacle that strayed a bit too close to Annette’s hair. She jerked in surprise and watched as the piece of alien flesh fell to the ground, before starting to regenerate into a brand new tentacle.

Not wanting to stick around to see it grow to maturity, they hurried away until Annette came to stop outside of a heavy-looking door with a window made of bullet-proof glass. She flashed Jean a thumbs up and pulled her ID card out, pressing it up to a small metal plate next to the door.

A small red light on the door handle suddenly blinked to green and two loud, high-pitched beeps rang out to confirm the door being unlocked.
“Putain de merde!” Annette swore, yanking the door open and diving inside with Jean right behind her. He whipped around and grabbed the door handle, closing it as quietly as he could. They fell to the ground panting and staying as still as possible, but the combination of heavily beating hearts and coursing adrenaline made it difficult.

From outside the door, a heavy, almost insectoid skittering could be heard scouring the area. Scalpel in hand, Jean slowly got to his feet to peek out the window. Seeing what he was doing, Annette frantically shook her head but did nothing to actually stop him. At first, Jean saw nothing through the glass, as darkness blanketed the hall. But then, when the red lights flashed on, the horrible outline of a grotesque creature greeted his eyes. A monster the likes of which he had not yet seen roamed the corridor, searching for the source of the noise that it clearly had heard.

The light flashed again and this time Jean was able to make out more of the thing’s features. His eyes widened when he realized that it was a seemingly pregnant nude woman. What he had mistaken for some sort of large, bulbous head was in fact her exposed ass. The woman was on her back, with her elbows and knees drawn up to the sides of her bulging stomach as if in a sort of fetal position while being bound by tendrils. What alarmed Jean, however, was not the woman’s unnervingly writhing belly, but the four spider-like legs composed of glistening tentacles and hard ichor that were attached to slime encasing her shoulders and lower back.

The limbs moved the immobile woman as if in a macabre crab walk, blindly searching for whatever had made the beeping sound while keeping the woman’s senses disabled with slick tendrils that covered her eyes and ears while forcing her mouth open. Not that her lips needed to be held apart, as a thick tentacle with a blossoming sucker on the end was shoved up into her ass so deep that it grew out from her throat like a living periscope.