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Christopher couldn't complain, in all honesty. He had a good job as janitor at a museum, he got a great paycheck, and his benefits weren't anything to sneeze at either.
But he knew for a fact that he had the most rotten luck out of any human being in all of existence.
He slid as he rounded the corner, panting and heavily clammy as he just barely managed to dodge out of site behind the cave man exhibit. He pressed his back to the wall, fear gripping his heart as he peeked out to spot his pursuer. His eyes widened as the ebony monster's chittering came a split second before it slipped from the vent he had passed under mere seconds ago.
The xenomorph wasn't supposed to reanimate! It was supposed to still be in permanent stasis! How did it even survive all these years trapped in crystal plutonium? Sure, it was a relic from the days of a bygone era as was the very element it was trapped in. But that wasn't supposed to mean that it was able to resurrect itself!!!
Chris's pursuer stumbled as it landed, a drop falling from its body. He barely noticed the drone's condition, but at any other time his scientific mind would've whirled as to the why and how of what caused the xenomorph to be caught as a semi-gelatinous being...
He swung his head back hard enough to almost throw his glasses clean from his face as the creature's head suddenly snapped up. In the moment after, he threw a prayer to the heavens that the xenomorph hadn't seen his--
"SSSSSCCCCRRRRAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGH"
He screamed as he bolted from his hiding spot, feet pounding the tiles. But no sooner had he leapt up than his feet were suddenly swinging out from under him and Christopher began to fall. He crashed to the ground with a cry of pain, stunned for a second.
But a second was all the creature needed as Christ felt something strong grab a hold of his leg. Still semi-dazed, he turned his attention down towards his feet as the creature pinned down his other leg. The grip of the limbs felt strange, seeming to melt into his ankles. But the eyeless glare of the creature prevented further observation into this unique phenomenon as the xeno opened its mouth and the smaller, inner-mouth quivered before darting out with teeth wide open. Chris clenched his eyes shut just as the mandibles slammed into his temple with a 'sploosh.'
A sploosh?
He blacked out just as a strange feeling of dissolving came to his senses......
Chris awoke with the immediate sense that something was wrong. So very very wrong!
He tried to open his eyes, but couldn't feel his eyelids move. He panted loudly, his breath coming shallower and quicker as panic began to set in. Why couldn't he see!!?!?
<We don't have eyes.>
*What!? Who's there!?* Chris tried to shout, but found some sort of mask covering his mouth, muffling all sound he made.
No answer, but he felt some presence watching him as it seethed with... rage? Irritation?
Other voices came to his ears, muffled like his voice but distorted as if speaking through a liquid. Where was he?
<You're in the pen of the soft-pinks.>
*Who said that!?*
Again, only that seething emotion responded.
But then Christopher realized he could see, but yet couldn't. It was strange, almost too strange, a discovery for him to accept. But he realized he could feel vibrations and sound and every other sensory input to such an extreme degree that the other four senses made up for his disturbing lack of the fifth. He could make out shapes and figures with such clarity that, as he focused more on his other senses instead, he found his sudden lack of sight was more than made up for.
<That's the key.>
Chris didn't grace the presence with a reply this time as he made a shocking discovery. Well, it certainly was shocking for him that he survived the xenomorph's attack seemingly without injury, but the truth became much more disturbing to him as he felt his body.
He had become the xenomorph!
<My body was unstable. I didn't know what trying to consume you would lead to.>
Wait, the presence didn't know about...?
*Are... are you the xenomorph that ate me?* Chris asked.
<.......yes, but in doing so granted you with the body of my creation at the cost of my liberty to use it. But in return, I gained sentience.>
The simmering irritation signified what the xenomorph thought of this exchange.
*Wha... what happened to me? I feel... different.*
<Of course you feel different, you completely changed species!>
*Well, yeah, but something feels.... different, like my mind is changed...*
"Sir, the xeno's vitals are rising!" came the call of the assistant.
"Alright, people, we prepared for this. Ready the cattle-prods and get the tranqs set. I'm not taking any chances with this freak," said the head scientist. "The Xenomorphs have been extinct for ages save for this one and I'm not taking any chances."
The liquid flushed from the tank, dropping the drone to the ground, presenting its form for all to see unobstructed. There were the typical ebony coloration typical to the xenomorph species, but with striking differences in the gold plates on its legs and arms with the same color of markings on portions of its arms, back protrusions, and neck-tubes. There were also portions of silver highlighting on its tail and, strangely, rump.
But as the xenomorph stood shakily to brace itself against the side of the tube, the one key difference that set this one most significantly apart was revealed:
This drone had a rather large figure, with a big posterior and even larger bosom.
Just as it stood, its mammaries bounced and swung, throwing its balance off completely and causing it to fall to the ground again. It bounced off its own chest and onto its wide rump with a screech of alarm. At once, its attention snapped to the jiggling, quivering orbs attached at its chest, jaw hanging wide open in blatant catatonia.
Some of the less-perverted scientists noted that the drone lacked the inner-mouth but had a rather-human-like tongue instead.
Many minutes passed as they stared at the xeno, and the xeno stared at its massive hooters. It eventually reached up with a claw and tenderly poked at its mammaries, hissing in... shock? Pain? Pleasure? as the action prompted further jiggling from the orbs. It looked away from the chest-globes, its eyeless gaze snapping to the veritable theater of scholars and observers that it had.
But instead of immediate hostilities, it seemed to relax with relief...
"Wait, I'm sorry what WHAT THE FU-?"
The drone pressed its claw against Joe's mouth and picked up the pen once more.
'I know, I couldn't believe it myself when I woke up like this,' the largely-endowed xenomorph woman wrote on the small whiteboard it carried with it everywhere. 'But when the dean of the museum university found out I had become this thing, he immediately overwrote any proposals for intrusive studies.'
"Man, Chris..."
'Call me Kate,' he-she-it wrote. 'That's what everyone's taken to calling me now.'
"Oh... 'kay, uhm, Kate... this is insane. What're you going to do now?"
Joe's formerly-male, formerly-human friend leaned back with a thoughtful frown crossing her mouth, tilting her head as if listening to something.
'They spoke about paying me good money to be a sort of scientific study,' Chris-or "Kate" now-wrote. 'They promised me no intrusive studies would be conducted without a formal consent, and even then they agreed to follow the laws concerning human trials.'
"They still apply even though you're not human anymore?" Joe said.
'Yes, surprisingly. I can communicate and carry on civil interaction with proper accommodation for my... well,' Kate said, hefting her boobs then pointing to her throat.
"Yeah, I got ya," Joe said. "Just as long as you got a direction for yourself."
Kate smiled. 'Trust me, I'm pretty sure I'm set for life,' she wrote. 'Even if my legal name is now a strange serial number of some sort, I'm very excited what my career path will turn out to be.'
Suddenly, the xeno-girl snapped her attention to the clock and a snarl crossed her features as she quickly wrote in messy scribbles.
'CRAP, I'm late for work! I gottgobythnxfortlkngwme' Kate wrote as she darted from her seat and yanked her lab coat from the closet. She grabbed up her other incidentals and hurriedly stuck on her name badge with a picture of her elongated head and her legal name "8E-3003" printed below it. She almost forgot her trusty whiteboard, only saved by Joe's whistle alerting her to her means of communication. Kate smiled and dashed back, pecking a quick kiss on Joe's cheek before either one realized it.
Just as Kate's tail disappeared through the slamming door, Joe felt his face warm in a bright blush.
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Xenomorph © Aliens Franchise
But he knew for a fact that he had the most rotten luck out of any human being in all of existence.
He slid as he rounded the corner, panting and heavily clammy as he just barely managed to dodge out of site behind the cave man exhibit. He pressed his back to the wall, fear gripping his heart as he peeked out to spot his pursuer. His eyes widened as the ebony monster's chittering came a split second before it slipped from the vent he had passed under mere seconds ago.
The xenomorph wasn't supposed to reanimate! It was supposed to still be in permanent stasis! How did it even survive all these years trapped in crystal plutonium? Sure, it was a relic from the days of a bygone era as was the very element it was trapped in. But that wasn't supposed to mean that it was able to resurrect itself!!!
Chris's pursuer stumbled as it landed, a drop falling from its body. He barely noticed the drone's condition, but at any other time his scientific mind would've whirled as to the why and how of what caused the xenomorph to be caught as a semi-gelatinous being...
He swung his head back hard enough to almost throw his glasses clean from his face as the creature's head suddenly snapped up. In the moment after, he threw a prayer to the heavens that the xenomorph hadn't seen his--
"SSSSSCCCCRRRRAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGH"
He screamed as he bolted from his hiding spot, feet pounding the tiles. But no sooner had he leapt up than his feet were suddenly swinging out from under him and Christopher began to fall. He crashed to the ground with a cry of pain, stunned for a second.
But a second was all the creature needed as Christ felt something strong grab a hold of his leg. Still semi-dazed, he turned his attention down towards his feet as the creature pinned down his other leg. The grip of the limbs felt strange, seeming to melt into his ankles. But the eyeless glare of the creature prevented further observation into this unique phenomenon as the xeno opened its mouth and the smaller, inner-mouth quivered before darting out with teeth wide open. Chris clenched his eyes shut just as the mandibles slammed into his temple with a 'sploosh.'
A sploosh?
He blacked out just as a strange feeling of dissolving came to his senses......
Chris awoke with the immediate sense that something was wrong. So very very wrong!
He tried to open his eyes, but couldn't feel his eyelids move. He panted loudly, his breath coming shallower and quicker as panic began to set in. Why couldn't he see!!?!?
<We don't have eyes.>
*What!? Who's there!?* Chris tried to shout, but found some sort of mask covering his mouth, muffling all sound he made.
No answer, but he felt some presence watching him as it seethed with... rage? Irritation?
Other voices came to his ears, muffled like his voice but distorted as if speaking through a liquid. Where was he?
<You're in the pen of the soft-pinks.>
*Who said that!?*
Again, only that seething emotion responded.
But then Christopher realized he could see, but yet couldn't. It was strange, almost too strange, a discovery for him to accept. But he realized he could feel vibrations and sound and every other sensory input to such an extreme degree that the other four senses made up for his disturbing lack of the fifth. He could make out shapes and figures with such clarity that, as he focused more on his other senses instead, he found his sudden lack of sight was more than made up for.
<That's the key.>
Chris didn't grace the presence with a reply this time as he made a shocking discovery. Well, it certainly was shocking for him that he survived the xenomorph's attack seemingly without injury, but the truth became much more disturbing to him as he felt his body.
He had become the xenomorph!
<My body was unstable. I didn't know what trying to consume you would lead to.>
Wait, the presence didn't know about...?
*Are... are you the xenomorph that ate me?* Chris asked.
<.......yes, but in doing so granted you with the body of my creation at the cost of my liberty to use it. But in return, I gained sentience.>
The simmering irritation signified what the xenomorph thought of this exchange.
*Wha... what happened to me? I feel... different.*
<Of course you feel different, you completely changed species!>
*Well, yeah, but something feels.... different, like my mind is changed...*
"Sir, the xeno's vitals are rising!" came the call of the assistant.
"Alright, people, we prepared for this. Ready the cattle-prods and get the tranqs set. I'm not taking any chances with this freak," said the head scientist. "The Xenomorphs have been extinct for ages save for this one and I'm not taking any chances."
The liquid flushed from the tank, dropping the drone to the ground, presenting its form for all to see unobstructed. There were the typical ebony coloration typical to the xenomorph species, but with striking differences in the gold plates on its legs and arms with the same color of markings on portions of its arms, back protrusions, and neck-tubes. There were also portions of silver highlighting on its tail and, strangely, rump.
But as the xenomorph stood shakily to brace itself against the side of the tube, the one key difference that set this one most significantly apart was revealed:
This drone had a rather large figure, with a big posterior and even larger bosom.
Just as it stood, its mammaries bounced and swung, throwing its balance off completely and causing it to fall to the ground again. It bounced off its own chest and onto its wide rump with a screech of alarm. At once, its attention snapped to the jiggling, quivering orbs attached at its chest, jaw hanging wide open in blatant catatonia.
Some of the less-perverted scientists noted that the drone lacked the inner-mouth but had a rather-human-like tongue instead.
Many minutes passed as they stared at the xeno, and the xeno stared at its massive hooters. It eventually reached up with a claw and tenderly poked at its mammaries, hissing in... shock? Pain? Pleasure? as the action prompted further jiggling from the orbs. It looked away from the chest-globes, its eyeless gaze snapping to the veritable theater of scholars and observers that it had.
But instead of immediate hostilities, it seemed to relax with relief...
"Wait, I'm sorry what WHAT THE FU-?"
The drone pressed its claw against Joe's mouth and picked up the pen once more.
'I know, I couldn't believe it myself when I woke up like this,' the largely-endowed xenomorph woman wrote on the small whiteboard it carried with it everywhere. 'But when the dean of the museum university found out I had become this thing, he immediately overwrote any proposals for intrusive studies.'
"Man, Chris..."
'Call me Kate,' he-she-it wrote. 'That's what everyone's taken to calling me now.'
"Oh... 'kay, uhm, Kate... this is insane. What're you going to do now?"
Joe's formerly-male, formerly-human friend leaned back with a thoughtful frown crossing her mouth, tilting her head as if listening to something.
'They spoke about paying me good money to be a sort of scientific study,' Chris-or "Kate" now-wrote. 'They promised me no intrusive studies would be conducted without a formal consent, and even then they agreed to follow the laws concerning human trials.'
"They still apply even though you're not human anymore?" Joe said.
'Yes, surprisingly. I can communicate and carry on civil interaction with proper accommodation for my... well,' Kate said, hefting her boobs then pointing to her throat.
"Yeah, I got ya," Joe said. "Just as long as you got a direction for yourself."
Kate smiled. 'Trust me, I'm pretty sure I'm set for life,' she wrote. 'Even if my legal name is now a strange serial number of some sort, I'm very excited what my career path will turn out to be.'
Suddenly, the xeno-girl snapped her attention to the clock and a snarl crossed her features as she quickly wrote in messy scribbles.
'CRAP, I'm late for work! I gottgobythnxfortlkngwme' Kate wrote as she darted from her seat and yanked her lab coat from the closet. She grabbed up her other incidentals and hurriedly stuck on her name badge with a picture of her elongated head and her legal name "8E-3003" printed below it. She almost forgot her trusty whiteboard, only saved by Joe's whistle alerting her to her means of communication. Kate smiled and dashed back, pecking a quick kiss on Joe's cheek before either one realized it.
Just as Kate's tail disappeared through the slamming door, Joe felt his face warm in a bright blush.
Art ©
Xenomorph © Aliens Franchise
Category All / Transformation
Species Xenomorph
Size 960 x 1280px
File Size 140 kB
Listed in Folders
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