Sitting at the table in the
kitchen Gamora leaned back, sighing to herself while cradling her two children.
Her twins were hungry again and she gave them room over her lap to nurse from
her, wrapping her arms around them to keep them from slipping. They had changed
somewhat, even though they were in their scaly tentacle form, their bodies were
developing rapidly. By now they looked almost two or three years old, taking on
a more humanoid form the more they fed off of her. “Well, at least this isn’t
the worst part of this little nightmare.” Hummed the green woman, hugging her
children tighter while they nursed from her. I’d say in about twelve days the
rest of the Guardians will be back and they could try to fix this… But that
just led to a strange question, why didn’t she try to contact them? Why wasn’t she
turning herself in for the half dozen dead she left when she first turned? Why
was she trying to keep a low profile?!
Shaking her head Gamora frowned,
her sea of tentacles coiled from her scalp in the act. She honestly had no
idea, she wasn’t sure if it was fear, guilt or the new instincts rushing
through her. They were oppressive, there was almost no sense of restrained
anymore; when she was hungry she needed to eat, NOW! When she was aroused, she
HAD to have sex, NOW! And what was worse was if she felt threatened then she would
use lethal force without hesitation. Just what was she going to do?
Looking down at Siri and Nimbus
suckling at her breasts Gamora sighed again, combing a clawed finger over one
of her daughter’s tentacles like a lock of hair. “It’s too bad you two can’t
talk, it would certainly make the time pass faster.” Setting them off her lap
and onto her chair, she got up from her seat and made her way to the cupboards.
At first she simply opened a container of dried goods off the shelf to pick at,
nibbling them. Then nibbling turned to bites, then full on swallowing. She was
hungry, and just like last time she reached for anything that could fill her.
Ravenously she emptied one container and dropped it at her feet before reaching
for another, almost not even caring about the taste when she took another bite.
When she had finished off several containers she moved over to the refrigerator
and started pulling food and drink towards her. There wasn’t much left from the
last binge she had but right now she didn’t care. Opening bottles and prying
open packages she ate and drank until she had picked the space clean, empty
containers surrounded her feet when she regained her composure and stepped
back. “This I will NEVER get used to.”
She had devoured over 20 pounds
of food and Gamora was instantly made aware of that when her now larger rump
bumped into the edge of the table behind her. Her stomach growled and churned
processing her large meal while her curves became more swollen, rubbing her
hips and naval Gamora frowned when she actually felt her hips getting wider,
her thighs growing thicker by the second. Moving away from the table the now
softer looking woman turned when she heard her daughters get off the chair and
pad over to the living room. Making her way over she joined them to see what
they were looking at.
It had been a day since Moon
Dragon had been enveloped into a chrysalis, the horrifying event still seared
in her memory when her friend entered her mind and became drunk with arousal.
Now here she was hanging from the ceiling like some green throbbing organ, her
silhouette still visible even behind the dark green translucent flesh of the
cocoon. Brining a clawed hand up to the leathery surface Gamora exhaled a
breath she didn’t know she was holding. “Heather…”
“I thought her name was Moon
Dragon?”
Blinking from the voice behind
her Gamora turned to see her two daughters still looking up at the chrysalis.
“No, mommy said her name was Heather.”
“Then who’s Moon Dragon?”
Lowering herself to her knees,
ignoring the smoosh her now larger breasts did against her arms Gamora looked
at her daughters in disbelief. “You two can talk! And so quickly, but how?” The
pair looked to each other, scratching their heads trying to find an answer for
their mother. “Dunno, we remember.”
“Remember what? You’re both only
a day old, heck you shouldn’t even be standing, most infants should still be
bundled in blankets yet you two grow big enough to be in day care.”
“We remember… What YOU remember,
we remember… The guardians, Groot, Rocket, Starlord.”
Taken back Gamora blinked in
surprised, did her daughters possess a kind of genetic memory? Another new
trait to her new species? “Girls, what did Mommy do last week?”
The twins looked to each other,
deep in thought until Siri finally spoke. “You were chasing Rocket around the
place because he tested a tiny bomb that blew up the toilet…”
“CHERRY BOMB!” Leaning back on
her haunches Gamora continued to stare and blink, watching her two daughters
giggle at the memory, HER memories. “Incredible.” She would have pressed
further until she heard a splash of fluid behind her and something heavy drop
to the floor coughing.