Edible Essence - Part Nine

As I shift in my prone position I hear another creaking and plastic crackle beneath me, my eyes shooting wide as the fear grips me once again.

"Shit..." I wheeze under my breath, the thought of the Essence inside the jar and it's safety immediately waking me back up. I lurch up, my body on fire and painfully aroused from the teasing I had just undergone. Despite it all I fiddle with the cushion beside me, pulling it up as I spot the jar hiding inside the frame of the sofa.

Reaching down I pull the jar free, noticing the dented lid and cracked siding. With a hiss I screw of the cap, opening it only to find broken pills leaking at the top, the essence suddenly lunging at me. For a brief moment I spy the top two tablets resting atop of the pile in the jar ooze with a viscous mauve and silvery liquid, the two distinct colors pushing and pulling against each other but never blending together.

My heart freezes in my chest as the mauve goo lightly touches my hand, the memory of how I ended up as 'Ella' still fresh in my mind. Before I can react the moody purple goo launches up into my face, the silver shimmering ooze soon following along with the more eager essence.

Before long my face is overwhelmed by the fighting goo, the silver and mauve mixture seemingly fighting over entry points. Try as I might I find myself unable to close my eyes or seal my mouth, the thick worm-like entities squirming in under my eyelids and between my thin lips.

Through the multi-colored lens enveloping my eyes I watch in confusion as some of the essence seems to fight and wrestle with those trying to slip into my body. One large and dull seeming strand from within the mauve ooze slowly begins to creep inside my nostril, only for a bright yet slender sliver from the silver goo to rip it free before rushing up into my sinuses.

As I feel the racing worm rush through my skull I let out a loud gag, the involuntary action causing bubbles to form in the ooze before more of it rushes to fill the void and capitalize on the widening of it's desired entrance.

With a loud slurp I feel the last of the two goo enters my face, a mixture of greasy fast food and over-proofed gin soon coating my tongue, the multitude of writhing worm-like strings leaving my head feeling like it's going to explode from the internal pressure. Placing the lid back onto the jar I pull it from the couch, instead wrapping it in my sweater before sliding it under the sofa for safe keeping.

Climbing to my feet my head throbs, the sensation of dozens of parasites racing up my optical nerve and towards my skull leaving my head spinning. I feel the oozes land in my stomach, the fullness inside soon turning to nausea as a sickening squirming and heat begins to build out from inside my gut.

As I take a step towards the kitchen the world around my shakes, my vision pulsing as strands of essence wriggle around my eyes before squirming downwards into my face and then neck. I soon lose my balance, collapsing back onto the sofa as I writhe in pain, my hands reaching up to my head as my brain feels like it's on fire.

It's as though thousands of volts are coursing through my skull, every neuron and connection firing and burning with an insane crackling heat as something attempts to jump start my mind before things suddenly go black.

Burning.

The lights spinning around me in the dark illuminating the campgrounds and the tents around me.

Tied to ends of strings, glowing motes of heat that leave beautiful trails of light as they twirl.

Heart hammers in my chest, each trick bringing the fire enticingly close to my skin.

Heart beats faster by the second.

Music plays from all sides, the beat coursing through me as I twirl the fire faster.

Faster.

Faster.

Bump.

Tumbling over, water on skin, ropes wrapping around me.

Not water.

Burning.

 

Burning.

Chest burning as sit in front of the screen, energy drink cans scattered around the desk.

Been up for days, working to finish project. They did pay extra for a fast turn around.

Burning.

Eyes turn to numerous fast food wrappers, grease and cheese congealed to paper.

Need to cut back, need to lose weight, need to stop this heart burn.

Burning.

Numbness in arm, shortness of breath.

Pain.

Clambering to my feet, my overwhelming flab jiggling as I lurch from the seat.

Burning.

I need my phone, I need to call...

 

The whistling of a kettle snaps me from my dream, the sound of howling winds beyond the walls of my apartment resting as a constant dull noise in the background. My eyes remain closed, my head pulsing and aching to the point I simply want to remain in darkness.

As I shift I find my head propped up with a pillow along with a blanket resting comfortably atop me. Oddly enough I don't feel my jeans anymore or my shoe, instead feeling some sort of soft and light fabric covering me from chest to calves in one unbroken sheet of material.

My chest is extremely heavy, a pair of bulbous weights pressing down before pooling into my armpits. Warm metal rests around my neck, the various chains sitting on my chest, while something tugs at my scalp as it remains pinned under my resting form.

The scent of white sage permeates the air around me, the smokey scent putting me at ease as I try to calm myself down.

"Hows the migraine hon?" coos a familiar voice, the gentle tone of the once snarky Michelle sounding odd from the other end of the room. Her footfalls soon begin to approach in the darkness, my eyes slowly fluttering open as I spot the taller redhead walk up to my prone self with a cup of tea and blurred black object in hand.

As she places the tea on the table, the scent of lavender soon reaching me from cup, I watch as it flickers in an out between two images. On the one hand it looks like one of my relatively cheap and simple white mugs, while for short glimpses I can see some expensive looking hand-made blue and black glazed cup.

In my dumbstruck state she slides the black object onto my face, the image snapping into view as a pair of small black glasses soon begin to rest on my nose.

"I told you to double check you had them before we left" Michelle mutters, shaking her head a little. "You know how you get when you try to read without your glasses."

"They make me look old" comes a voice in my head, the aberrant thought sounding like a grumbly and husky sounding woman before disappearing with a loud pop inside my skull. "Glasses?" comes another voice, the bright and bubbly sing-song tone being oddly soothing before disappearing with a crackle.

I soon feel a hand squirm beneath my head, easing me up into a seated position as my weakened body struggles to sit up on it's own. My chest aches terribly, the weight that had once sat collected at the sides of my chest soon resting as a perky shelf of flab that threatens to drab me forward. The well worn couch cushions beneath me feel far plusher and softer, my behind seeming to act as a plush and plump pillow beneath me.

I feel Michelle slide in behind my, my mind struggling to work out how we were both fitting on my tiny sofa. Blinking rapidly I try to clear my vision, the crisp image of my apartment failing to appear as the whole room appears to remain locked between two states.

The warping images around me leave my stomach churning, the remnants of the essence doing little to help with this sickness. I'm soon pulled back into Michelle's chest, her modest bust and plush warm clothing acting as a comfortable pillow as she strokes my head lovingly. As I'm pulled back I finally notice the couch beneath me, the once tiny green sofa now replaced with a long and modern black sofa that could easily fit five or more people.

"What... How long have I..." I groan, my light and airy voice sounding vastly more cute and feminine compared to the smokey and husky tone I had woken up with this morning.

"Only about thirty minutes" Michelle muses, reaching over to grab a TV remote from the warping coffee table. As she turns on the TV I watch it seemingly explode out, the modestly large screen suddenly erupting outwards into a massive state-of-the-art home entertainment system.

"What..." I cough, watching as a dull and lifeless strand of essence slips out from my soft plush lips and slips between the floor boards. "What happ..." I continue to groan, my head still buzzing with a series of intensely pained shocks.

Michelle begins to cycle through the options on the screen, collections of TV and movies flashing past in the low light as she looks for something to watch together.

"You're in no condition to drive sweetheart" Michelle states, seemingly thinking I was asking about something else. "I already told Kelly we can't drive her back to campus, though I don't think anyone is going in during this blizzard" she muses, looking to the window before pulling the blanket up over me more in a protective manner.

"But.. what about you?" I mutter, my mind struggling to work out where Michelle would go if I can't drive her home.

"I don't have any other classes today" she chirps, kissing the top of my head as I feel my heart skip a beat. "Besides, someone has to look after your stupid ass. I swear, for such a genius you can do some utterly dumb things" she chuckles, ruffling my hair as I feel it tug and slide out from under my hips. 

Michelle huffs a little as she puts on nature documentary, the video playing in full 4K almost immediately with not a hint of buffering. "Like seriously, how do you just forget the glasses to need but can get the internet working this good here?" she grumbles playfully, placing the remote down before pulling me up into a cuddle.

"It's not the internet" I blurt out, my mouth moving on it's own as I feel a bolt of electricity trace through my brain. As I focus on the stream of energy inside my skull I feel myself continuing, my eyes going wide as I keep talking against my will. "It's all offline from the NAS in the home office running through the gigabit LAN around the apartment..."

"Yeah..." Michelle, mutters before tickling my sides a little. "That's just nerd speak to me. Glad you know what you're doing around our apartment, otherwise we'd be living in the stone age." she chuckles, wriggling down behind me as her arms ensnare me before her hands shift up to my chest.

"Our apart..." I begin to squeak, my words falling short as I feel Michelle begin to play with the massive mounds on my chest with a subtle lewd chuckle.

"Hard to believe it's only been a week right?" she chuckles, her fingers sinking into the pliant doughy flesh of my chest before tracing delightful lines devilishly close to my nipples. "I can't imagine living so far from these anymore" she coos, leaning down to nibble at my ear as her teeth and metal piercings clattering against the plastic and metal inside my lobes.

"Don't stop..." coos the deeper guttural female voice inside my skull, the sexually delighted voice soon getting shouted over by the other parasitic visitor. "What?! This is... why does it feel so..." cries the panicked feminine voice inside my skull, the confusion at the female affection soon vanishing with a pop.

 

Purring contently I wriggle in against the pear-shaped redhead, my body growing intensely warm beneath the blanket as I revel in the pleasurable shudders course through my chest. For a moment, with my eyes closed and with Michelle petting my body I feel at ease. However, with another sudden churning of my gut I lurch up as I clutch my mouth with my hands.

"Can I..." Michelle begins to ask, her voice falling short as I stagger to my feet. My chest bounces heavily as does my behind, the thick and flabby mounds bolted to my torso and behind my hips jiggling wildly as I stagger towards the kitchen.

I bump and tumble into the book shelf and coffee table as I stumble through the living room, my widened hips and heavy assets dragging me from one direction to another. As I lurch and lean over the sink I feel my chest come to rest against the countertop, my large hardened nipples tingling against the icy firm bench.

With a sickening gurgle I find myself heaving up a mixture of bright orange, mauve, and silvery goo. As the hefty sum of ooze begins to seep into the dish filled sink I watch the the dirty bowls and cutlery suddenly vanish, the deadened essence quickly slipping down into the sink as I continue to empty my stomach of more and more of not only my former self but also what was left of the two other pills.

My eyes water as I feel my throat and stomach burn, the last dregs of my former life disappearing from my mouth and down into the drain. As I turn on the sink I feel something shift inside my sinuses, a gentle writhing leaving my blood running cold as some remaining essence makes it's new home inside my face rather then inside my body as a whole.

I suddenly feel a hand at my back, a gentle patting soon turning into a rub along my spine. "Better out then in" Michelle coos, reaching up to pull my hair out of my face and straightening it out. "Though try not to get your hair messed up, you know how long it takes to wash it all."

I slowly stand back up, my chest easing off of the counter as I feel them tug at the muscles in my back. I turn to face the window, my jaw dropping as I spy my reflection in the glass backed by the darkened cloud covered sky.

The young pale eighteen-year-old woman stares back at me with my own bright blue eyes, the same fearful look I had seen this morning in the bathroom now plastered over a new more feminine face. My eyes look much larger through the cute black glasses resting on my cute button nose, the tiny asset blending well with my heart-shaped jawline and chin along with my delicate silver and black plastic piercing filled ears and plush black lips.

My frame is still slender, though in a softer and less simply lanky manner. My arms are exposed, he delicate limbs covered in a slight and supple layer of feminine plush that only barely hides the bony layers beneath. Gone are my t-shirt and jeans, the whole comfy and casual outfit having been replaced with a vintage low-cut black dress with white phases of the moon encircling the waist. My eyes bulge in my head as I stare down at the massive rack tenting out the loose dress, the enormous soft double Gs overflowing the sides of my chest while revealing an intense amount of cleavage beneath the black and silver chains hanging from my slender neck.

"When did my boobs get so..." both the voice muse inside my head, each seemingly confused at the sight of my massive bust. "Huge..." mutters the softer sweeter voice, while the older huskier voice gasps "Perky..."

Tracing down from my scalp is a long mess of incredibly dark brown hair, the dry and fraying follicles reaching all the way down to my thick and plump behind. A haphazard fringe is cut into the dark mass, the layered mess being dyed a light gray as the curtain-like fringe appears to pop against the dark background of my hair.

Near the end of the long strands of hair rest a wide set of hips, the bony pelvis flaring out from my narrow slender waist. Resting on the enhanced widened frame rest two large jiggly ass cheeks, the large behind thankfully resting inside a tight pair of panties hidden beneath my dress.

Behind me in my reflection I spy my book shelves and coffee table, the once older and cheap second hand furniture having been replaced with far finer and lavish dense and dark hardwood. Gone are the DVDs and paperback books that once filled the shelves, now replaced with leather-bound and lush collectors editions of the same fantasy and sci-fi novels. Instead of DVDs sit a series of fire twirling sets, lighter fluid and poi resting on the bottom shelf with a staff resting up beside it.

The coffee table looks hand-made, with carefully carved designs notched into the surface and around the edges. A small incense holder rests lit in the center, a trail of smoke rising from the glowing stick. A large box rests at the nearby edge of the table, the plain packaging making it hard to determine what is inside.

Apparently noticing my shock Michelle places a hand to my forehead, the squirming inside my sinuses seeming to react to her presence.

"You okay Sage?" she mutters, checking my temperature. "Haven't seen you get this out of it from one of your..."

"Fine..." I squeak, wincing as I listen to my soft and sing-song voice. "I'm... fine" I manage to blurt out, forming a weak smile as I look at the pear-shaped redhead in the window. Michelle pauses, narrowing her eyes at me before walking away.

"I'm getting another two aspirin for you" she calls out, waltzing into the hallway and towards the bathroom. "And ordering us some food, you are not cooking tonight and you know how I am around a stove."

I slowly begin to stagger backwards, bumping my thick ass into the L-shaped lip of the kitchen counter behind me as I stare at myself in awe.

"What the fuck..." I whimper softly, looking down at the valley of sweaty pale cleavage resting inside my loose and airy dress. "Did she call me... Sage?" I muse, my head still throbbing as my thoughts continue to settle inside the energized gray matter.

"Yeah El..." chuckles the taller redhead, her lithe wide-hipped frame quickly rounding the corner back into the room as she grabs a glass from a nearby cabinet. "You said you wanted a witchy nickname, and you shut down all my suggestions" she states with a laugh, passing me the now filled glass and two little pills.

As I guzzle down the water and the tablets I can't help but feel a powerful sense of relief, all the illness and sweating today having dehydrated me beyond belief.

 

"So Sage, darling..." the redhead coos, the way she says darling sending my heart aflutter. "Why don't you take a seat and let those kick in, I'll work out dinner for the two of us" she urges, leaning down to plant a kiss on my lips as her tongue eagerly slips past the pillow cushions and into my mouth. I can't help but moan as she pulls me close, my breasts squishing against her chest as a dreadful heat builds inside my panties.

She soon breaks the kiss, leaving me panting desperately for more affection and attention. "It's the least I can do for my little breadwinner." she chuckles, stroking my cheek as...