Getting up after escaping her organic restraints was difficult for Storm. Her entire body was feeling sore and heavy (no doubt from those lasers they were all hit with), but she had to find the others and escape. At this point it was a race against time before what happened to Wolverine happened to her and the rest of the team.
Making her way through the darkness, Storm leaned against the flesh that made up the alien tunnel walls for support. Everything began to shake, most likely meaning that the ship was getting ready to launch. She was sapped of energy and nauseous, but she had to go on to save her friends. She had to get off the ship before it left Earth. As she kept going, Storm heard the distressed sounds of Beast and Gambit. Turning the corner, she was shocked to find out that she was already too late. There, bound to the walls, were the changing forms of her teammates, their red eyes looking back at her in anguish as green scaly skin spread across their bodies. As their metamorphosis continued, Storm stood there stunned, not knowing what to do. A wave of pain suddenly shot across her body, causing her to double over.
She was forced to the ground as the pain worsened, becoming unbearable. Her skin felt on fire as it adopted a green hue, her boots suddenly giving way to large, taloned, reptilian feet, and her face stretched and spasmed before taking on an alien appearance. As she writhed in pain on the ground, Storm heard footsteps behind her... and an alien voice with a familiar southern drawl called to her.
“Finally joined the party, huh, sugar?”
As Storm turned over to see behind her, she looked up (with her now insectoid eyes) at a Brood drone wearing the tattered remains of Rogue's outfit. Storm struggled to form a response. However, before she could utter anything, her pain flared up once more. Storm cried out through razor-sharp teeth as a tail painfully ripped out from her lower back and Rogue watched on in excitement.
“Your changes are coming along mighty nice, darlin'! That new stinger will be mighty useful in bringing our old friends into the fold... like they did to us.”
As her humanity was being stripped from her, Storm could only look on as her changes once again accelerated. The snapping and cracking of bones could be heard as her womanly hands melded into three-digit claws. All Storm could do was cry out, a hiss escaping her alien maw as her face began to push out and her skull extended backwards to form into a crest. With Storm’s changes nearing completion and her rebirth as a Brood at hand, Rogue leaned down towards her and whispered…
“Welcome to the colony, sugar.”
Tags: transformation, multiple transformations, monster transformation, clothes ripping, mental transformation, alien woman, comic books
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Story by Lurker |
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Artwork by WantedWaifus |
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