Wait a minute; you feel the gel oozing under your skin. “Doctor, I think the goo is moving.” Looking down, you see some bumps moving along your arms. “See, there in my arms; it looks like sets of marbles rolling in my veins.”
The scientists crowd around your bed and look at your arms. The two orderlies claim that there is nothing visible, but Doctor Von Shout assures you that there are better ways to confirm it. Bringing in an electric microscope, he examines your arm again under varying magnifications. Doctor Von Shout announces, “It appears that the young miss was able to see what cannot be seen with the human eye. With an x100 magnification, it does appear that the parasitic goo is moving around in her veins, possibly using her cardiovascular system to reach all parts of her body in a record amount of time.”
From the observation deck, a big shot voice called out, “Are you saying that she is completely infected with that space bug?”
“It appears that the goo is well with her system. This could also explain her eye-sight; the goo has potential to enhance the host’s body in various ways. The height enhancements, the vision improvements—these are just the beginning.”
“If this is bug is inside her, then she needs to undergo further exams, and she needs to be quarantined—to prevent contamination of any more humans.” The official voice from the general catches the attention of everyone in both the laboratory room and the observational deck. “For the safety of everyone, strap her down, and sedate her. Run the tests you need to isolate the goo, and extract it. If you can remove it, we can let her get back to her life. However, if not, we will need to take her to more isolated facilities to perform more specific analysis on the purposes of the space bug.”
“Whoa, what are you saying?” Your head turned towards the orderlies, only to realize that they each had one of your arms pinned to the table. As the restraints were closed around your wrists, you tried to move off of the table. Pumping your feet against the table, you tried to break the metal restraints, but the restraints defy your pull. The orderlies strap your ankles to the table, and you lift your upper body into a slanted position with your elbows.
“I am sorry, my dear miss, but if we don’t do as the general says, he may call in the bio-contamination ‘death squad’ just to eradicate you and your little gooey friends. At least this way, you have a better chance of staying in one piece,” the yellow suited doctor moved towards you, holding out a needle.
If that needle got to your skin, you knew it was over. End of story. Bucking against the restraints, you lean as far away from the doctor as you possibly can. “No, you can’t do this to me! Stop!”
Everyone hears the clothing on your shoulder tear apart. A column of green space goo appears from the skin of your shoulder, and bends as a wave towards the figure of the doctor. Forming a blade-like appearance, the goo lashes out, catching the doctor off-guard. The slime splits the needle in two pieces, just above the doctor’s grip. As he stumbles backwards with his worthless tube, the goo, with the appearance of a geyser and the movements of a cobra, slides back towards your stomach. While it does not lash out at anyone else, it does not appear to grow or diminish in size. From the observational booth, the general’s voice shouts, “What is that thing? Restrain her now!!”
The slime column faces your arm and you look down at it as well. With your goop-enhanced hawk vision, you see that your skin cells are oozing of the slime, in a lighter green-yellow color. The gooey droplets collect together, and even more ooze out of your pores. You realize that it may be at least a minute before anyone sees that the arm is being coated in a thickening cast of the gooey substance.
The green space geyser from your shoulder perks up, and reforms itself into a blunt hammer. It lunges out, catching an orderly in the chest, and sending the person sailing into the wall. The orderly slumps against the wall, and this distraction was all the time that the goo needed to complete its cocoon.
The doctor and analyst shout out, and point at your arm. Your arm, human just seconds ago, is now coated from the elbow down in green-yellow slime. It starts at a paper thin layer, changing your skin from Caucasian to Yellow, but the gooey cast grows to thicker and thicker proportions, covering up the restraint, and blurring the appearance of your arm.
Looking from your left to your right, you see that both of your arms are now covered in the thick goo, making it appear as if you have rolled-up sleeping bags wrapped around your lower arms. Within the cast, you try to move your arm, and you raise both of the casts off of the table, to the surprise and horror of the doctors and the observers above. Lying back down on the table, you can see that the cast is slowly moving up your arms, shifting from below your elbow, and moving the cast to your upper arm. Your fingers are exposed at the bottom, and the doctor tries to take photos of your transformation from a safe distance. The fingers are almost five times bigger than they were before, and the palm of your hand is big enough to wrap around the whole human chest. The cast has shifted visibly to your upper arms now, and you feel a mixture of muscle and bone growth, causing spasms of pain. You arch your back, and scream out now, as the upper arm enhancements seem to cause much more pain than the hand and lower arm adjustments.
“What is going on down there, doctor?! What is that thing doing to the victim?”
Doctor Von Shout struggles between taking video recordings, measurement observations, and explaining what he believes the space slime is doing. He cries out, “It is enhancing her growth rate. From the overall 4 inches of growth from first exposure to now, the goo is manipulating her growth rate to x5 the proportional size of the human body. The goo produced a nutrient rich environment from itself, to enhance the development of her body for self-preservation. As a result, she is suffering from both sudden growth plate changes in her bones and the stretching and development of her muscle tissues. The fact that she has stayed in one piece is remarkable.” The doctor continues to take photos of the slime’s progress.
Meanwhile, the slimy substance had produced casts around both of your feet now. The casts allowed the feet to float in a bubble-tube of goop. You don’t feel the restraints around your ankles. For kicks, you roll off the table, and drop to the floor. The goo flattens out around your feet, before it thickens again and covers over your feet. Before too long, the goo shifts up your thighs and exposes your feet and ankles. The same expansion rate occurred down below, and you feel the same strained expansion rush through the muscles in your thighs. Your legs are aching, and you sit back on the table. “Oh, that really burns,” you groan. You flex your fingers and your toes, feeling the sensation of the floor, all tingling with the mix of open nerves and fresh skin. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice the pieces of metal sticking out of the table where the restraints had been. Looking at your hands, you see full bracelets of metal sticking out of your expanded skin.
Doctor Von Shout waves his arms at you. “Miss Lindsey, you need to lie down on the table.” He approaches you with his hands empty, and you look at him. A trickle of sweat glistens behind the mask of his suit, something that makes you aware that he is frightened of your bond with the space goo. With one of your new muscular hands, you reach out and engulf his body in your fist. Lifting him up off the floor, you bring him up to your face and scream …
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