It Is Our Fate To Live With the Dark It crept out from its dark holding cell, finding a nook to hide in in the middle of the floor of its current abode. Except this little hiding spot carried on a ways, it crawled through the pipe it had found until it came to another dim chamber. Thankfully that damnable brightness it so hated wasn't present for now. It slithered its dark slimy form up the pipe and out of the drain in the sink it found. Around this new room was naught but more strange items it knew nothing of, and a soft comfortable white thing draped over a chair. Just as it finished crawling into its new hiding place the lights came on, followed by the sound of light footfalls. As Janne slipped on her lab coat she shivered, the article of clothing was positively frigid. She shrugged as she gathered her things to prepare for her day's work. To her dismay the chill spread from her coat to her dress and long skirt, enveloping her lithe ebony body. Indeed it felt almost as if something was running all over her, she shivered again as the cold brushed against a particularly sensitive spot. Whatever it was slowly trickled in, scarcely disturbing her nether lips, but not the flesh they were made of. Her small thighs tensed a hair, despite herself she blushed. Drawing the attention of a coworker who smiled cordially at her, their proximity above a microscope examining some cells from a bacterial colony making the gesture of friendliness all the more friendly. Not wishing to be rude, she sheepishly returned the smile. Whatever this cold was was certainly messing with her regular day. Then more of whatever was messing with her pressed slowly into her honeypot, causing her to nearly imperceptibly moan. The day pressed on and so did whatever this damned cold was. She braved what she reasoned to be the onset of the common cold, working through her normal day and then returning home. A thermometer test, some cold medicine, and a little bit of annoyance and frustration later she finally resolved to try taking a warm shower. She walked into her bathroom and flicked on the lights and the shower, catching the hem of her skirt and pulling it down. To her shock the cold moved, as she looked down she saw both her long and thin legs and a faint glimpse of an amorphous shadow moving into her undergarments. In a panic she prized open her panties, what she saw for an instant was horrifying. A shadow like phantom water coated her ebony skin under the garment, a fair amount of it inside of her pussy as her sense of touch down there had been reporting. Her mistake was looking. As soon as she exposed the shadowy thing to the light it shot its entirety into her wet, tight, and unsuspecting sex and ass. Staggering on her very suddenly weak legs Janne by some miracle moved herself into her running shower. Her shirt caught onto the handle of the door into the warm cascade of water causing it to be ripped off. In its desperation to escape the light the thing pressed into Jannes bra; then by its animal reasoning pressed into the fleshy things it was pressed against. She groaned as the thing pressed into her bosom, her nipples perked up but her opinion of what was happening to her did not. Her body was finally catching up. She remained sitting in the shower for a while, staring at her enlarged breasts and the bulge in her abdomen. She wondered what the hell this thing was and what it wanted. She looked down at her abdomen, a decidedly worrying bulge could be seen there, her vaginal passage being stretched almost to the point of danger. She winced as the thing adjusted itself, all she could feel of it was the cold and a little bit of friction. It had no texture to speak of nor did it seem to be completely solid. She groaned as it pressed deeper into her other sensitive passage and wriggled around, evidently exploring the more ample room in there. Her breasts ached, their previous planar qualities were far more comfortable in comparison to their new ample size, almost three cup sizes larger at her subconscious estimate. It was safe in this thing. Warm too, that would help heal after the dreaded light had hit it. The wet stuff inside it would help too. The shade resolved to remain here in this other creature as long as it could. The mechanisms of its ingeniously engineered physiology began work at once. It hoped it'd become dark soon, it was going to get cramped sooner rather than later. The cold inside her abated after some time, the warmth of her shower helped. Every now and then it'd shift a little this way or that causing a little friction. Aside from the difference in temperature she couldn't quite feel it, she could feel what it did but not the thing itself. And it seemed right at home where it was for the time being. End, Part one. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Is It Really? Fitfully she'd gone to sleep, for hours she'd tried pulling or squeezing the thing out, only to rub herself raw and agitate the thing in the process. She was still wet when she laid down on her bed, and still scared and frustrated beyond belief. She woke to dull aches all over her body, as she looked down at her thin ebony body what she saw made her gasp. Her breasts were filigreed with what looked like black veins or tendrils, they'd grown slightly as well. Whatever this thing was doing was evidently causing swelling or it was growing; neither explanations were comforting. Already the skin over her mammaries was rather stretched. As she sat up slightly she saw that much the same had happened to her lower regions. There was also a disconcerting dome-like bulge at the top of the longer bulge coming up her abdomen. She was frozen as she stared over herself, now she feared this thing more than she hated it. She called in sick for work and turned on every light in her apartment and waited. And waited and waited. It was midnight now, she was tired and didn't feel good at all. She'd spent the day trying on and off to get the thing out again, short of finding a pump and sucking the thing out.... which she tried with her chest and her mouth. Which almost worked. She learned that the thing tasted faintly of raspberry with some salt thrown in. Though to her dismay all that happened aside from her futile efforts were that the black veins grew more over her. If she couldn't fight it out then maybe she could coax it out. It hadn't seemed to like light, so it might just be acting in defense; finding the nearest shelter and staying in it till the coast was clear. She thought that over and over throughout the day, pity for the thing inside her took root. At two in the morning she turned her lights off, and sat in a comfortable chair. She opened her nether lips first, the thing moved.