Egg Ch. 5

Egg

Chapter 5

Jacob sat on the edge of his parent’s bed trying to understand everything in his world. The pod was gone now, dissipated into dust just like Billy and the tentacles that once spread across the room. In fact, now the room looked no different than before she had shown up. And he did mean she now.

Her sex was undeniable now. A difference cemented by the full female form with body. Her curves screamed “milf” and he had trouble understanding why she chose such a voluptuous form. Not that he found her unattractive, but it seemed to be unmatched to women his age.

Right now, she was using the shower in his parents room. Only god knew the last time the bathroom had been used. All he knew, is that after she had asked to take one, she had freaked out over the soaps he had gotten and the clothes. The clothes sat on the bed near him, still tagged and new. He had thought to wash them, but refrained from such things. The last items he bought for her from his earlier trip to the store were some hair care products, lotions and food. The last item was downstairs.

“Jacob.”

He heard his voice being called out. A melody that dripped with honeyed promises. It made his head swim as he relaxed with his name being spoken in such a way.

“Jacob.”

“Yeah,” he replied to her.

“I’m hungry.”

“No problem,” he said before getting up off the bed and leaving the bedroom.

Jacob was glad to have something to do. Sitting around and waiting in anticipation of whatever would come had been plaguing him. Plus, he had been constantly checking his phone for some sort of sign from Grace that she was okay. After leaving her earlier passed out in the building on the fields at his school, he worried the sex had done something bad to her.

Then there were the cops. The lights from the emergency vehicles outside still flashed through the windows. It reminded him now of the female cop who had stopped him twice that day trying to enter his home. The last stop had been when he had returned with a shopping cart full of the stuff for his visitor. He stopped in the hall to sigh.

“So much going on,” he spoke to himself, before heading down the stairs and to the kitchen. He turned on some lights and began pulling food out to cook. Being that Jacob cooked often for himself and his father, the task itself took little to accomplish. By the time he finished and turned to set the table, she was standing there and leaning against the door frame of the kitchen.

“Gah,” Jacob exclaimed almost dropping the food to the floor.

“That smells good,” she said before moving over to him. He noticed then that she had a more petite form now.

“You can change your form?” he asked.

“No talk, just eat.”

She grabbed the plate of food from him and sat at the table. The chair creaked as she sat down, something that Jacob automatically attributed to being his fault. She had sat in the chair he often did, but he smiled knowing that within the next few days, new furniture would be here. His thoughts were interrupted suddenly by slurping noises.

Jacob had cooked a few different vegetables, a couple of steaks and some baked potatoes for their meal. As he watched her, he saw that he wouldn’t be eating anything he fixed as already most of the food looked devoured.

“Is it good?” he asked.

She mumbled some sort of reply. It was incomprehensible with the slurping and smacking sounds. For a being of sex, she sure seemed to be one of gluttony instead. That thought made him chuckle to himself.

“I’m done,” she said leaning back in the chair. She let out a burp and he remembered there wasn’t a drink. Turning quickly, he brought her a glass of sweet tea. She took it and drank it enthusiastically. Feeling dismissed, he walked away from her and headed back upstairs in amazement of what happened.

Granted, he registered that she had put on some clothes at least. They looked a bit big on her, but he did think she looked cute. With the black hair and freckled light skin, she seemed to have found the perfect human form.

Jacob went back to his parents bedroom to check on everything. Much to his surprise, the room look untouched. Even looking in the bathroom, he noticed that nothing had been left for discovery.

“I moved it all into your room,” she said, making him once again jump in surprise. “You seem to worry too much.”

“Jesus,” he hissed turning to her.

“I know you have problems with your father,” she spoke as a matter of fact. “I don’t like how anxious it makes you.”

“Well, I did order new furniture for the place to help out, but this room belonged to both him and my mother.”

“Where is she?”

The woman, as he didn’t know what else to call her, asked hard questions fast. He sat on the toilet while she leaned against the door frame of the bathroom.

“She died.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” she spoke. “Based on the memories of the one I absorbed, it explains your physical and emotional state when we met.”

Jacob looked at her and cocked his head in astonishment.

“I knew it was too good to be true,” he sat looking away in shame.

“What was?”

He looked back over to her, tears stinging his eyes.

“You took that as a mean comment?”

“Well, you chose me out of pity right?”

Her eyes shot up.

“That is what I can say, an unfortunate way of looking at it. I chose you because for one, you were a loner with few ties to society and for two, I actually liked you.”

Jacob got up and brushed passed her on his way by. He barely heard the queer sounding growl before he found himself landing roughly onto the soft top of the bed. It groaned loudly in protest under weight it hadn’t experienced in years. He had his eyes closed, bracing himself for the inevitable blows headed his way. When they didn’t land, he opened his eyes.

“What are you doing?” She asked him while her face hovered inches above his. Her eyes, dark black eyes, locked with him.

“I heard a growl and thought you were gonna punish me,” he replied not

knowing why he felt so ashamed saying that.

Her head cocked.

“I do not, and I wouldn’t know why. You walked by and I caught a whiff of you,” She told him. “A whiff that smelled so tantalizing.”

“Oh.”

Jacob didn’t know what else to say at the moment. Other than mentioning his parent’s room.

“What better way to consummate our partnership and love than on the very thing that heralded you into the world.”

“I uh.”

Jacob never got to finish his thought. He may have been ready to protest or even talk of his uncomfortability. As soon as her lips pressed against his, soft lips that promised future pleasures with a hot probing tongue, all of it went out the window.

He instinctively placed his hands on her hips, noting how soft they felt and almost gel like. She moaned into him, hot tongue continually dancing in his mouth. She suddenly broke the kiss and he locked eyes with her. They were a solid magenta now and he understood then that eye color would be important.

“I’ve waited so long for the pleasures of flesh,” she murmured to him. Magenta shifted to a pink. A long tongue fell out of her mouth. “There is so much to experience that I don’t know where to begin.”

He thought it odd that she could talk without sounding like her mouth was full. The tongue pulled back in.

“Taking clothes off is a start,” Jacob offered. Right now, the drive for sex had kicked in. Like a switch, there was a growing surge of confidence suddenly present.

“Clothes would be fine,” she said.

She got off him and stood at the foot of the bed. He sat up and looked at her.

“You first,” she told him.

“You’ve already seen me naked,” he said to her.

“My body holds untold and unexperienced pleasures,” she countered. Her eyes narrowed and she licked her lips. “And besides, I know how horny I am, I want to see that throbbing cock before letting you see how wet I am.”

At the mention of throbbing, he experienced that exact sensation. He felt embarrassed, but peeled his shirt off.

“So how can you tell if your actually turned on now?” He asked while undoing his pants. They pulled down leaving him in boxers and socks.

“I have the equipment now to enjoy such things.”

He didn’t reply feeling altogether satisfied with the answer. Though he wanted to believe in more of devout blindness. Socks joined the pile of clothe and underwear did too. A look over to her, and he realized a problem.

“What is your name?”

“I don’t have one. As a worshipper of our Goddess, I have never been granted one before.”

“Can I name you?”

She took off her shirt, leaving her chest bared for him to look at. Her breasts were nice and round, but only looked to him to be comparable to d-cups. Just over a handful, but he was no expert on the mammaries of women. The shirt dropped to the floor, and he barely got to notice that her upper torso and shoulders were freckled. Her breasts also had no nipples, but each one sported an area that looked like pursed lips.

“Why is that important right now? All you should be is focused on me stripping for you,” she said as a matter of fact. “Does this form not please you?”

“No,” he replied holding his arms up in defense. Her eyes narrowed at him. A dangerous looking form of yellow appearing. “I love the way you look but a name would add a level of familiarity that would make this better.”

“Oh Jacob,” she exhaled in excitement before moving over to him and hugging him. “I knew I chose right when I chose you.”

He breathed a huge sigh of relief in his mind at saving the situation.

“So what do you want to call me?”

Jacob looked past her in a panic.