"What the fuck!? Oh shit Emma will kill me for this." Steven grumbled as he inspected the hole in the wall that had just appeared when he moved some fixturing down in the now disused basement warehouse. The decades old masonry had just crumbled, leaving a 2 x 3 foot hole in the wall about halfway up. What struck Steven most however, was the smell that came from the hole. He had to hold his breath as he reached into his pocket to retrieve his keyring flashlight.
Shining the small LED light inside the hole, he still couldn't see much apart from dust and what looked like a solid clump of something dark in the middle of the floor. Whatever it was, it reminded him of the 'Elephant's Foot' inside the destroyed Reactor #4 at the Chernobyl nuclear power plant. "Now what's that?" he asked himself, before also noticing what appeared to be a couple of human bones near the dark clump. His stomach began to sink as he wondered what he had stumbled on. He knew his best course of action would be to go and tell Emma or Liz about his find. Yet... he was compelled to inspect this find more. He knocked some more of the masonry out of the hole, widening the hole, and he managed to crawl inside, which wasn't easy as it would have been had he been younger. "Ooh, fuck, my elbow!" he grumbled.
Finally inside the darkened, cramped place, Steven shone his torch on the bones again, and realized they were definitely human leg bones. But when he turned to shin his light on the dark clump on the floor again, it seemed to be wetter... and softer in places. Suddenly, as he reached out his left arm in curiosity, the 'clump' formed a three-foot sharp, black appendage that stabbed him in one of his fingers. "Ouch... shit!" he said, recoiling his arm back in pain. Then he watched as the dark clump seemed to rapidly dry up again and desintegrate before his eyes, adding to the dust in the cramped space.
With a pain searing through his arm and into his back, Steven hastily crawled out of the space and fell on the warehouse floor on the other side. The pain soon went up into his head and he rolled about in agony. He thought he was dying, but he wasn't, as he managed to crawl to his knees he held his hands up in front of him and watched as they began to dissolve into a viscous black liquid. Panic set in, yet at the same time, he didn't shout out, even as the 'melting' spread to the rest of his arms, his torso.... then finally his entire body. Steven's body and even his clothes had been consumed by this black liquid, or so it might have seemed. In fact... Steven had transformed into some kind of symbiote. As his new heightened senses kicked in, he was able to move around on the floor quickly in his new form. Holy fuck! Steven thought, suddenly feeling very... empowered, although he didn't know why... yet. This is amazing!
As knowledge slowly began filling his mind, informing him of the fantastic new abilities he now possessed, Steven started feeling as though he had a right to do anything that would sate his new sexual appetite too. Whatever alien lifeform he had turned into... he craved sex, depravity... deviancy. He knew he could possess any body he wanted, stay in them, possess multiple people, morph their flesh. He knew he couldn't turn back into himself anymore, as this was his new form. But he could possess somebody else and turn them into a copy of his old self if he wanted.
Steven moved across the floor in his new viscous form, towards the warehouse door. And he could hear someone else, one of his co-workers descending the stairs into the warehouse.
It was time for him to try out his new powers.
Who was it who entered the warehouse?
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