Chapter 4: The Green Welcome
The lab coat felt like a second skin, thin and useless against the cold morning air. Lucky stood in the wreckage of her life, her fingers trembling as she pressed them against the green line on her spine. It was warmer now, pulsing with a rhythm that matched her heartbeat, spreading a slow, creeping heat down her back and into her thighs.
She knew what was coming. She could feel it in the way her muscles twitched, in the way her joints ached as if they were being slowly stretched apart. Her body was no longer entirely hers. Something else was waking up inside her, something vast and hungry, and it was reaching for control.
"No," she whispered, her voice cracking. "Not now. Not when he's coming."
She grabbed her phone, her fingers fumbling over the cracked screen. She typed fast, desperate, the words blurring together.
Lewis, don't come up. Something's wrong. I need you to leave the building. Please.
She hit send and stared at the screen, waiting for the three dots that would mean he'd seen it. Nothing. The message sat there, delivered but unread. She sent another.
LEWIS. GO. NOW.
Still nothing. The silence was a knife in her chest.
And then she heard it. Footsteps in the hallway, light and quick, and a familiar voice calling out, cheerful and warm: "Aunt Lucky? You in there?"
The door swung open.
Lewis stepped into the lab and stopped dead. His grin, that easy, confident grin she had stared at in that photograph for what felt like hours, faltered and died as he took in the destruction. The shattered monitors, the torn metal, the scorch marks on the walls, the chair in the center of the room with its restraints bent like the claws of some dying animal. And then he saw her.
She was on her knees in the middle of it all, a small, pale woman in a white lab coat, shaking like a leaf in a storm. Her eyes met his, and he saw something raw and terrified there, something that made him drop his backpack and rush forward.
"Jesus, Aunt Lucky, what the hell happened here? Are you okay?"
"Lewis, no, stay back," she tried to say, but the words came out garbled, wrong, her tongue too thick in her mouth. She felt the heat spike along her spine, a searing line of fire that made her gasp and double over, her hands hitting the concrete floor.
"Lucky!" He was kneeling beside her now, his hands on her shoulders, trying to get her to look at him. "What's wrong? What's happening?"
She wanted to tell him to run. She wanted to shove him away, to protect him from what was rising inside her. But her body wasn't listening. Her muscles were seizing, her tendons drawing taut as bowstrings, and she could feel something vast and green expanding beneath her skin, pushing, straining, demanding release.
Her spine arched with a sickening crack, her head snapping back, and Lewis jerked his hands away as if he'd been burned. A low growl rumbled up from her chest, a sound that didn't belong in a human throat.
"Lucky? Lucky!" His voice was high, panicked. "Aunt Lucky, please!"
The lab coat split at the seams. The white fabric tore away from her shoulders as they broadened, popping and snapping as her collarbones widened, her shoulders bulging with muscle. Lewis scrambled backward on his hands, his eyes wide as saucers, watching in mute horror as the woman he knew, his aunt, the woman who had bandaged his scraped knees and taught him how to swim, began to change.
Her skin rippled green. It started at her spine, that glowing line spreading outward like veins of jade crawling across her back, her arms, her legs. The pale freckled flesh darkened, thickened, taking on a faint sheen that caught the morning light. Her bones groaned, lengthening, thickening, her whole frame expanding upward and outward in a horrifying, beautiful crescendo of growth.
The boots burst at the seams, leather peeling away as her feet grew, toes spreading, nails curling and darkening. The lab coat was already gone, nothing but strips of white fabric clinging to her shoulders before falling away. What was left was Lucky's body, but wrong, huge, a nightmare of green muscle and raw power, her breasts swelling, her hips widening, her waist narrowing into a V of pure aggressive strength.
Her face twisted. Her jaw cracked, shifting, broadening into something heavier, more brutal. Her brow thickened, her cheekbones sharpening, and her eyes, her eyes were burning bright green, the color of a forest fire, the color of pure rage and hunger.
"Fuck," Lewis breathed, his voice barely a whisper. He was frozen, his legs useless beneath him.
The transformation wasn't finished. She was still growing, her height climbing from five foot five to six feet, to seven, her body rippling with muscle, her thighs thick as tree trunks, her arms thick as steel cables. The last remnants of her clothing, the tattered shreds of the lab coat, were nothing but dust now, and she stood before him naked, towering, magnificent, a towering testament to gamma corruption and raw, unfiltered desire.
Her chest heaved, her massive green tits rising and falling with ragged breaths.
She stared down at him, her chest heaving, her huge green body blocking out the morning light behind her. The growl that left her throat was thick and wet, laced with a hunger that made his blood run cold and hot all at once.
"Lewis," she said, and his name in her voice was wrong and right, a mother's comfort twisted into something predatory. "You came anyway."
He tried to scramble backward, his sneakers squeaking on the glass-strewn concrete. "Lucky, please, this isn't you. You need to stop, you need to get help."
She laughed, a low, broken sound that vibrated through the room. "Help? There's no help for this." She stepped toward him, and he kept backing up until his shoulders hit the overturned desk, trapping him. She loomed over him, seven feet of green fury and raw, aching want. Her thighs pressed together, and he could see the slickness gathered between them, glistening in the morning light.
"Please," he whispered, his voice cracking. "You're my aunt."
"I know," she snarled. "And all night I've been thinking about you. That photo. That stupid smile. The way your shirt rides up." Her huge hand closed around his ankle, and he gasped as she towed him across the floor toward her, glass scraping against his back. "I've been aching to feel you inside me."
He tried to pull away, but her grip was iron. She dropped to her knees over him, straddling his hips, her massive thighs bracketing his body. She was so huge above him, her green skin slick with sweat, and she was already slick between her legs, her cunt glistening in the morning light.
"Don't," he begged, but his voice was thin, and his body was betraying him. She could feel the hardness pressing against her thigh, and his face went red with shame.
"Don't lie to me," she growled. She reached down, her thick fingers wrapping around his cock, and he gasped. "You want this. I can feel how much you want this."
She positioned herself over him, the head of his cock pressing against her wet slit, and then she sank down, taking him inside her in one slow, agonizing push. He cried out, his hands flying to her hips, his fingers digging into her green skin. She was so tight, so hot, and she could feel his cock stretching her, filling her, and she let out a guttural moan that shook the air.
"Fuck," he gasped, his head thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut.
She stayed there, impaled on him, her hips grinding slow and deep while his cock throbbed inside her. The sensation was a live wire, every inch of him dragging against her slick walls, and she let out a shuddering breath through her teeth.
"Oh, fuck, Lewis," she groaned, rolling her hips in a circle. "God, you feel better than I imagined."
His hands were still on her hips, gripping hard, his knuckles white against her green skin. His face was a mess of conflict, shame and heat bleeding together, his jaw tight. "This isn't right," he managed, but his voice broke on the last word, and his hips betrayed him, tilting up to meet her.
"That's it," she snarled. "Stop fighting it. You know you want this."
She began to move in earnest. Her thighs bunched as she lifted herself nearly all the way off his cock, then slammed back down, taking him to the hilt. The wet sound of her cunt swallowing him filled the room, obscene and rhythmic, and she let out a low growl with every thrust.
"You feel that?" she demanded, her fingers digging into his chest, leaving faint green marks on his skin. "Feel how tight I am around you? How hot? I've been so fucking wet for you since I saw that stupid picture."
He groaned, his head falling back against the desk. His hands slid from her hips up to her waist, and she could feel him trembling, his control fraying with every stroke. "Lucky, this is insane," he gasped, his voice ragged.
"I know," she said, and she leaned down, her massive body folding over his, her heavy breasts pressing against his chest. Her lips brushed his ear, her breath hot on his skin. "But it's happening, and you're hard as a rock inside me, so shut the fuck up and fuck your aunt."
The words broke something in him. His hips snapped upward, driving into her with sudden, fierce desperation, and she cried out, her back arching. His rhythm was rough and frantic, his hands grabbing her ass, his fingers sinking into the thick muscle of her cheeks as he pounded up into her.
"Yeah," she hissed, riding him hard, her thighs burning with the effort. "That's it. Fuck me, Lewis. Fuck me like you've been dreaming about it."
His breath came in ragged gasps, his face buried between her tits, his lips dragging across her green skin. "Fuck," he moaned, the word muffled against her breast. "Fuck, you're so tight. So fucking hot."
She reached down and grabbed his jaw, forcing his head up to look at her. Her green eyes burned into his. "Look at me when you come," she ordered. "I want to see your face when you fill me up."
He stared up at her, his pupils blown wide, his mouth open. And then his eyes rolled back, his whole body tensing, and she felt him twitch inside her, felt his hot release flood her cunt. The sensation tipped her over the edge with him. Her muscles clenched around his cock, milking him, and she threw her head back with a guttural roar that shook the walls, her hips grinding down as she rode out her orgasm, wave after wave of pleasure tearing through her green flesh.
She stayed there for a long moment, breathing hard, her forehead pressed against his. His hands had fallen away from her body, lying limp at his sides. The shame was already creeping back into his eyes, mingling with the afterglow, a mess of feelings that she had no patience for.
She pushed herself up off him, her thighs slick, his cum dripping from her cunt down her leg. She looked down at him, crumpled and spent on the floor, and the rage was quieter now, sated for the moment, coiled in her chest like a waiting beast.
"Don't you dare regret this," she said, her voice low and rough. "That was mine. You gave it to me, and I'm keeping it."
Lewis just lay there, staring up at the ceiling, his chest heaving. And in the corner of his eye, he could see the green line on her spine glow, pulsing softly, waiting for the next wave of hunger to crash.