This choice: Stretching he accidentally eats the locker next to him, and becomes it as well? • Go Back...Chapter #3Expanding his capacity. by: Gimlet   Keith has to get out of here, and preferably not constrained to this metal box! He tries to twist, shift, but his frame is fixed. But he feels his insides contorting, twisting. Then his frame does move a little, a soft metal thunk as it bumps to the locker next to him. Huh... can he tip himself over? Push himself away from the wall maybe?
Wriggling as much as he can (which isn't much) he focuses on that wall, pushing, reaching and... There is a tearing sound, a liquid squelch and something expands. He feels himself pour over that metal box and around it... ungh! This is weird. Something settles, and now two pairs of eyes are looking from two metal grills above doors. He feels a sort of... tensing, reaching into something. The insides quiver, sounds of peeling scrunching metal, and with a flop the contents of the locker drop into his new insides.
This is insane! He just ate that locker like it was...
He tenses, and it happens again, a sideways lurch, a squeezing, and another locker slips into him somehow, and it's stripped apart, the contents deposited in his new interior. No new eyes on this one though? With effort he manages to stop that. Deep inside himself he feels something sharp, twisted. The remains of the two lockers. He... ate them? His insides ball them up, squished until they are little balls of sheet steel... somewhere inside him. He kind of, shove them to one side, not sure what to do with them. It's odd that he can even feel that. Are they in his stomach? He doesn't think so. But does he even have a stomach? What the hell is he?
Over the next ten or maybe fifteen minutes he calms down... and twitches, accidentally eating the next locker. This one gets eyes for... reasons.... what the hell? Another crunching compression and the remains of the locker are shoved where the other ball is, then squished into that ball, making it a tad larger.
Four lockers. He's four lockers in a girl's changing room? Deep breaths. Deep breaths. Try not to panic! He can't help but look inside, and finds those eyes behind the grill inside the cavity in the first locker can... reposition? Move over to look in others. It's dark of course, but with some effort he finds he can see OK. One is empty, the other two have dresses shoes socks etc. One curiously doesn't seem to have a bra inside, just panties. Huh. She didn't need one or just doesn't like them?
It's curiously soothing to look at the piles of clothes, smell the very faint fragrance of 'girl' and... odd. That stirred something in him. His stomach gurgles, showing him he DOES have one of those. Somewhere. Weird. The clothes are not exactly neatly folded though. He can't tell if they were originally, but they just sort of fell in to him in there when he ate the locker. It bugs him for some reason and he wants to adjust them to...
Keith feels a twist and, inside the last locker he ate, something extends. Blinking he looks at a blue-green tendril, knowing it's a part of his body somehow. The end is made up of four 'petals' and he tests, unfolding them like a flower, showing an aperture between them. A mouth? He shrugs, then flexes the petals. They can act like fingers, very dexterous, agile. Keith marvels at the very flexible tendril of flesh. It's... it feels tight, pinched, as if it is folded up somehow. Reaching for that sensation it abruptly widens and he hastily stops that, it shrinking back down. Any bigger and it would have filled the damned locker!
Then he just reaches with that 'arm' and picks up a pair of panties. He carefully folds them up, then reaches for more clothes, carefully folding where he can. It's awkward with one hand like this so... Oh! Another thin tendril, feeling just as packed in tight as the other one, reaches out from the back of the locker. That's convenient!
Slowly he works, the job somehow easing his mind, letting him relax as he neatly folds clothes. Done he withdraws (somehow) and extends them into the next and folds the clothes there too. Finally he pulls back and settles, the second one he ate being empty. Nothing to fold, and the first one is already neat.
Settling back, finally able to relax, he waits for the girls to return. At least he gets a show of cute girls out of... whatever this is.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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