The thing that called itself Rebecca Chambers crawled toward the open factory, wanting to lay her brood before something killed her. It was simply a matter of survival. But she couldn't shake the feeling she was being watched. The sharp clang of metal on concrete echoed once or twice. Leaves rustled gently as the something whispered past. It had no scent, she could tell, and it was inhuman. Not like her, no. Something made of synthetic flesh and bone. Something artificial. Another whisper of a breeze. Rebecca turned her fattened face towards the sound, but it was gone. The clang of metal on concrete echoed again. Soft sounds of whirring gears and hydraulics caught her attention. She wish she had a weapon that was useful against something like this, but what was it called? What was the blasted thing called?
Oh right. A gun. So far had the virus warped her body and mind. She looked into a pool of water. She was something completely hideous. A gaping mouth, blazing out into the world while the rest of her facial features were indistinguishable. Tears fell down her ugly cheeks at what she had become. Maybe she should just die. She wouldn't be accepted by anyone. She couldn't go back to family if she found them. She was all alone. A big, stupid pink mass of disgusting flesh, warped by science into a creature most horrifying. The tinny of engines made her look up, but it was gone, whatever was there. Her once beautiful body was turned into something like Jabba the Hutt from Star Wars. An ugly, grotesque, slug-like being bent only on instinct, lust, and gluttony. The college girl, the happiest time of her life to go out on a mission, turned into a freak.
The sound came again, but this time from the pipe rafters and I-beam ceiling. A young girl's voice called out.
"Poor little child, thy form and thy warped mind hast made you a shell of thou former self," the voice said from up on high. Her ugly face gazed up at the ceiling.
"Wh-who are you?" The voice that came out was awful...guttural in sound. What happened to her voice? It was disturbing how much she had changed.
"Something you know of, but someONE you know not." A sharp THUMP came from a spot about thirty yards away. However, it was in total darkness and even with Rebecca's twisted form she couldn't see who it was. Or rather WHAT for that matter. She slithered over, her form making disgusting squelching sound as she did.
"Wh-who are you?" she asked once more. A reply came swiftly. It was very quiet, like a lost little girl explaining something.
"Just call me Guardian for now, little one." A form stepped out of the shadow. It was a robot, it appeared, with smooth, long legs and a short, angular torso. The blocky shoulders gave way to shapely, graceful arms. It had a young girl's head, with grey eyes and a cropped head of black hair. She cradled a giant rifle in one hand. The other had some sort of attachment on it. Something that looked like a missile pack rested behind her right shoulder, and a long, triangular cannon rested behind her left. Her eyes were sad, almost ready to cry. The rifle pulsed deadly energy.
"What are you?" Rebecca asked, frightened. Her form quivered. She raised the rifle, the tip glowing a cyan blue.
"The cure to this destabilization of man. Hold still." The rifle fired, emitting a pulse of energy so powerful it blazed over Rebecca, knocking her out. Her body sank into itself, repairing her form. Her skin above the slug half returned to normal. The tail smoothed out into a graceful shape instead of the hideous amorphous mass it was before. Her face returned to normal, but it was slightly cherubic, her cheeks a little chubbier. Her lips regained their former shape, and her breasts slowly receded into her chest, reverting back to their normal, slightly fattened, perky selves. Her waist slimmed down, but her hips flared out above the slug half, giving her a fairly decent hourglass. She was back to normal. Or, about as normal as you can get with a half-slug body. She slept peacefully for the rest of the night.
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When Rebecca woke up, she was still in the candy factory, but snoozing on something very comfortable. It was very soft and warm. She cuddled up next to it, but then recoiled as she realized that it was her tail. She sat bolt upright. But something was weird. She looked into a pool of water. She was back to normal! Albeit with a little more in the T&A area.
"Whoa...what did that thing shoot me with?" Rebecca asked. She looked behind her and noticed her tail was definitely longer and more elegant, colored a deep scarlet. It actually felt...right. However, she noticed a note on the part of her tail that she was laying on.
Dear Miss,
You're wondering how I committed this act. Don't. It's useless to understand.
I gave you this form to help rectify humanity's mistakes. Don't take this lightly.
It has some issues. Like, as your body was quite large before, it now has a
downside. This is the effect of...
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