Posted by Ay-Wun on October 29, 2006 at 21:23:39:
Hovering, circling and hovering searching Seeker T'Eaters searching for a host, two together as they always hunt in pairs. A protean pair hovering in air, microscopic ducted fans searching, searching for a place to reside, to colonize, tissue to devour. Out of that forrest, an open area. The heat of living beings detected. Lactose sensed. Zero in, zero in, zero in, going home now.
Cindy was beautiful, her face was fabulous. Long perfectly formed legs, lovely round hips with a super bubble butt to match. Sexy waist and upper body, all in perfect proportion. Except her breasts. Cindy had long nipples with silver dollar sized areolas, but her breasts were very small. She'd thought of getting implants, but rejected the idea, hoping somehow that, at twenty, they yet might grow. She now lay on the nude beach sadly envying the many large breasts around her. Suddenly she felt a sting on both nipples simultaneously. She sat up and looked at her tiny tits but saw nothing, then felt an odd, not unpleasant tingling in both.
The two T'Eaters dove into what they saw as gigantic welcoming tunnels, milk ducts on those nipples, down, down into the depths, through winding passage ways, all the way down to the bottom. Taking a few moments to readjust their mode from Seeking to Consumer/Analyizer they began to eat.
The tingling continued, it actually felt very nice. It was still there as she went to sleep that night, to pleasant dreams of bigger breasts. When she awoke, they were gone, her breasts were gone.
"Oh God," she cried aloud, "They were small, but at least they were breasts, now except for my nipples I'm totally flat."
"What can this be?" she wondered, "Should I go to the doctor? It doesn't hurt, it's so embarassing, I couldn't."
There was no more tingling, but she was flat. She called in sick at work, and cried all day. By bed time the tingling had begun anew, different somehow.
After all had been eaten inside the T'Eaters went into Repro and began to multiply. The endorphins produced by Cindy's negative emotions were what they fed on now. Drawing from her genetic coding they now cloned her breast tissues using those endorphins and fatty tissues from elsewhere in her body. They reproed and reproed over and over, and over................
The alarm went off, and Cindy reached over to turn it off, and couldn't! Something was in the way. A C-cup sized tit that she wasn't used to impeded her movement to the clock. Cindy sat bolt upright staring at the miracle mounds on her chest.
"Tits, I've got beautiful tits!!!" she cried, with tears of joy in her eyes, the screeching alarm totally forgotten.
"They're so lovely, so beautiful, so wonderful!!" she screamed, "How can this be? Oh, I don't care, I've got tits!!!"
Silencing the alarm at last, Cindy sprang from the bed to the vanity mirror to ogle her awesome orbs. Now C-cup size may not seem that much to some, but to Cindy who would have been exagerating to call what she had before Bs, and the day before had been as flat as a pancake, these were as fabulous as fabulous can be.
Showering, washing , and caressing these marvelous things was pure undistilled joy to this girl, almost like being reborn. She hadn't any bras to fit these tits but they stood out without any sag, without any support. She dressed herself in her tightest knit dress, over thong and hose, with five inch heels, she knew she would be uncomfortable on the job, but she didn't care, she had TITS!!!
Few at the office acted as though they noticed but those that did gawked, and she constantly saw others staring from the corner of her eye. No one said a thing about her change, but three men asked her to lunch, two men (One married), and one woman asked her to dinner. She politely declined all.
The shift to stage three was subtle, it fed on endorphins brought to life by joy and elation. This could be called "Home hive structuring", it too operated during sleep. During this phase of the T'Eater's life cycle, which began two weeks after the last, geodesic frameworks were constructed beneath the skin in a neatly conical D-cup size, then filled with the same cloned breast material as before, while keeping the host asleep. This took a bit longer, so Cindy over slept, fortunately it was Saturday.
She went to roll over and couldn't! There were two firm cones in the way, either way she tried. Another tit surprise. Startled again, she sat upright.
"Oh! Oh!!" she gasped, "They're at least Ds, maybe double Ds! Will they keep on growing? This could get horrible!!"
She wondered how much weight she'd gained with these wonderful new boobs. 120 pounds, 120 pounds. That's exactly what she weighed before her transformation. Over the next week she weighed herself twice daily, and found no more than a pound a day variation. Even the day of Patti's party at work when she'd pigged out on two big slices of chocolate cake, ice cream, and a whole lot of sugar cookies, her weight was the same.
"Oh, this is nice!" thought Cindy, "I always have to compensate for stuff like that, maybe I don't have to anymore."
Indeed, she didn't, the T'Eaters lived on her fat and endorphins of happiness. But the colony grew and had to ration themselves to keep from harming the host. The group consciousness now determined the optimum weight for this host to be 117 pounds. The swarming program now kicked in. The group divided now, becoming Hivers and Swarm. The moment Hivers were at optimum level, it triggered the Swarming.
Cindy was sitting at her vanity mirror admiring her copious cones when suddenly a pinkish spray came spewing from both tits.
"Oh hell, now I'm bleeding out!" she shouted aloud, then, as the two clouds merged before her eyes, no more emerged. The cloud wavered in the air then floated out the open window.
Over the next few weeks, Cindy saw that her weight had fallen to and stayed at 117 pounds, she felt marvelous all the time, full of energy, her muscle tone always seemed optimum no matter how much or how little exercise she had. What she wasn't to learn for years, was that she would always be this way. Through three pregnancies everything stayed perfect, and her children were delivered nearly painlessly, with no problems. not only that, though she chose to breast feed all three, they thrived on her milk and those magnificent mammaries never lost their fabulous form.
That pink cloud floated out Cincy's window, and began hunting for food. They could not send Seekers to colonize other hosts for in this stage they had to feed on predators that preyed upon their hosts.
Floating and searching, mostly in the nearby jungle, but also in zoos, and in secret private places. They found and ate giant frogs and toads, huge boa constrictors, and other more exotic beasts. Certain carnivorous plants were devoured located by their own siren songs. Anything that lured women to be swallowed was detected by its lure be it sound, scent, or psychic and eaten by the T'Eaters swarm. Only then when the area was reasonably safe could they spawn, creating new pairs of Seeker T'Eaters to find new hosts, beginning the cycle once more.
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