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Becoming Valeria Bayne

by MonsterP63 (monsterp63)

It was a moonless, cloudy night. Rain has rendered the streets shiny, reflecting the lights of the urban surrounding.

Valeria Bayne was walking down the street. She didn’t like crowded streets. She liked the environment of the night, limited by what the light touched. Some called her a night owl. She always answered with a smile. Yes, she was something like that.

And what had been all over the news earlier in the day, made her believe her choice to go out at night was even… safer. There was a robbery in the morning, and some civilians were caught in the crossfire between criminals and the police forces. Two were injured, and one was killed.

“Fucked-up world we live in.” she thought.

She heard a call for help. It was crisp and clear. It sounded like a woman. She looked around. The few other night owls walking the street were not reacting. Had she imagined it?

A few steps later, there it was, again. It seemed even louder this time. Nobody reacted.

“Fucked up world we live in!” she mumbled, again, looking around.

She was reaching the corner of a dark alley. One more time, she heard the call for help. A woman was screaming, calling for help. But to be as clear and loud as this, she would have needed to be standing right next to her, yet she saw no one.

Carefully, she walked down the alley, looking frantically behind her, fearing a trap. She saw a movement, down, close to a wall.

“I’m here. I need your help!” she heard, sharp and clear. But it was strange. That voice should have echoed around, yet it was as echo-less as if she imagined it, as if it was… in her head.

Still unsure what was going on, if she was dreaming or going plain crazy, she approached, making small steps, hearing the dirt of the alley being crushed under her she, adding to the creepiness of the moment. She squinted, yet keeping alert as if someone or… something was ready to jump on her. There. Behind the dumpster. There was someone on the ground. A man, evidently in distress. She looked around to call for help, but there was no one around. She approached and kneeled next to the man.

He was strange. His body was half naked, but covered in shiny patches, with these patches growing and vanishing, as if his clothes were disappearing and reappearing.

“You… you need to help it.” said the man with a faint voice.

“Help it?” asked Valeria. “Help who?”

“The Ikroden. The symbiote on my body. You have to help it.”

“What?” she said, taking a step back, repulsed, looking at the shiny moving ‘thing’ disguised as his clothes.

“What is that? What happened?” she asked, eyes wide open, ready to run away.

“Its name is Enod. It’s a symbiote. We joined together over 150 years ago. We were supposed to live together for many more years, but my body is failing and it’s beyond Enods capability to repair. It has to find a new host.”

He coughed a few times. His breath whistling out of his lungs.

“I’ll… I’ll call for medics.” said Valeria, taking her communicator and pressing the emergency button, hands shaking. Medics would be there in a few minutes.

“That’s no use for me, Valeria. I’m dying.”

“How… How do you know my name?”

“Enod told me. He contacted you. You heard it. You’re a match.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Symbiotes need a compatible host. It is not an easy task to find one. Not everybody is compatible. If I die, Enod will die within a few days, perhaps a week. (This doesn’t feel right, maybe a rewrite?) When it finds a compatible host, it merges with it, both sharing the benefits of one another, both… (he coughed a few times, Valeria putting a hand to his chest, trying to comfort him) both… evolving as one.” he said, coughing some more. “I was supposed to meet my successor this afternoon, but he didn’t come. I heard that he had been killed in a shooting this morning. I was [cough] supposed to have a few years left, but apparently, my body decided otherwise.” he said, closing his eyes, trying to control his breathing. “Please, take it. I assure you, you won’t regret it. Things happen for a reason, Valeria. You are here, now, for a reason.”

“But… I…”

“It will explain everything to you. Don’t worry.” he said with the warmest smile Valeria had ever seen.

Hand shaking, she approached near the moving ‘clothes’ and touched it. She felt a small electrical shock, but it was over in an instant.

“Everything will be just fine, Valeria” she heard… in her head. Yes, it was in her head.

She heard the sound of the medics vehicle approaching. The symbiote jumped on her hand, surprising her. She stared at her hand. It was just a small patch, about the size of a closed fist on top of her left hand, then it disappeared under her shirt sleeve. She barely felt it.

Over the man, the ‘clothes’ disappeared rapidly, like vanishing, as Valeria got up to signaled the medics.

They approached and took over.

“Another druggy!” exclaimed one of the medics.

“I… I don’t think so.” said Valeria softly.

As soon as they put him on the stretcher, the automated diagnostic devices embedded within the stretcher begun to work, and quickly produced data to inform the medics of the status of their patient.

“Nope. Not a druggy, but dying. His lungs are collapsing… Damn! How old is that man! Those are the lungs of a three-hu…”

The stretcher computer emitted a series of alarming beeps as the medics worked on the body.

“Shit. We’re losing him.” said one of the medics, while pushing the stretcher into the emergency vehicle.

As the door closed, Valeria heard the dreaded words.

“Damn. He’s not responding. Stay with me, buddy! He… he’s gone…”

Valeria suddenly felt warm, and she heard a voice in her head. A woman’s voice, different than the one she heard before.

“Does that voice suit you better? I can take a more masculine voice, but I feel this voice is right. What do you think, Valeria?”

“Err… It’s fine. I think.” she mumbled.

“You don’t need to speak out, Valeria. I can hear you from the inside.” said the voice, with a giggling feeling to it. “You have very interesting thoughts, Valeria. I believe we should go to a more private place to complete the symbiosis, as I have a limited time.”

“I… I was almost home.” Valeria tried to think, walking back to the main street and making a right to go back where she came from.

She walked the street. One block, two blocks, taking a turn down a narrow street at the base of one of the centralized living complexes. During this time, she felt warm, but there was something else, sad thoughts were going through her mind. Thoughts of regret. Of losing someone with whom she had shared a lot of experiences and adventures, but… she barely knew that old man. How could she?…

She entered and headed for the elevator, punching her floor number: 82. All along the way, she wiggled a shoulder, a hip. Enod was moving around, like trying to find a place to settle. She pictured a cat, crawling on its master, then stomping to get ready to sleep.

She walked to the apartment #17 and opened the door with her handprint on the locking mechanism. The door silently slid open before closing behind them.

It wasn’t a very large apartment, she didn’t need it. But it was cozy and warm. That, she needed.

“Please, don’t be afraid, Valeria.” said Enod. “I need to make some connections with your brain. It won’t hurt, but you may experience some emotions.”

“Uh… okay.” she said.

Quickly, she sat down, overwhelmed by a very saddening emotions. In an instant, it’s like she knew Ossor… the old man, and she was so sad he was gone. Tears ran down her cheeks.

“I’m sorry,” said Enod, “he was a good host, and I will miss him.”

“How… How come I feel it?”

“Because we share, everything. Our lives, our happy moments, our sad moments. All your thoughts, souvenirs will merge with me and all the others. Yours will remain the ones in focus, but you will gain all the experiences I have gained through my merges. We will be one. No one is going to take over the other. We will work in unison, as one entity.”

“Oh… so, that’s what’s in it for me? Knowledge?” asked Valeria.

“That, and a lot more. Tell me, Valeria. What is your deepest fantasy? What would make you happy for the rest of your life? What, or who would you like to be?”

“Ha, ha. What are you? The devil? Am I selling you my soul?” said Valeria, getting up, looking in the mirror, ready to see devil horns grow on her forehead. “My deepest fantasy?…”

There was a short pause.

“Oh… That is a first. Let’s do this.” said Enod.

Valeria felt a hot patch in the back of her neck, as if someone had just put his hand there, his soft and hot hand. But she could see from the mirror that there was no one. There was ‘something” there though, as she saw her neck darken.

It was like dozens of little tendrils, stretching, pulling more and more, some sort of black goo going over her neck, wrapping it. The tendrils then merged to form larger tentacles like fingers, which slowly went downward. She felt them passing her shoulder blades, like dozens of snakes running down her back.

She felt them going down on her chest, covering her breasts, squishing them like a hand, feeling the fingers, kind of massaging them.

Eyes wide open, she ripped her shirt off, revealing those tentacles wrapping her breasts, like so many fingers, wrapping them, going around, covering them, making one shiny coating once the process was done.

The goo was slowly getting down her arms, almost looking like paint dripping down, but where the drips were alive, twisting around her arms, making a web, before merging it all together, and creating a black and shiny envelope that was getting tighter. Much tighter.

They reached her hand, some tendrils going to her palm, other to the top of her hand, wrapping it like roots wrapping a rock, intertwining between her fingers, quickly wrapping them with turns and turns of tendrils, until it became one, making her hand black, shiny, silky smooth. She gently rubbed her fingers and giggled at the sensation: it was like wearing thin gloves.

She felt her waist being contracted. She looked in the mirror to see those tentacle-like strands wrap her waist, tightening like vines, getting tighter and tighter, creating a strange creaking sound doing so.

Her eyes widened as her waist became smaller, almost to the point she felt like she was about to be split in half 

All this time, the tentacles were continuing their way downward, around her hips, around her crotch.

She undid her pants and let them drop on the floor, to witness the goo spreading around her legs, the tendrils making their way in all directions, slowly merging while crawling down her legs to become a black, smooth and shiny coating, reaching to her feet.

She felt jolted forward, as if someone was pushing on her heels. From the mirror, she looked down and saw her shoes being ripped opened while her feet were being wrapped in the black coating, then a sole appearing, getting thicker and at the same time, an elongated heel formed, keeping her heel really high, first making a complete wedge sole, then quickly retracting to leave only long and thin stilettos heel and 4cm platforms boots.

She stepped out of her pants, easily gliding off, on the smooth shiny black surface as if nothing could stick to it.

Her attention was quickly drawn back to her crotch, where the tendrils and tentacles were… invading.

She felt her anus being stretched open as they entered, covering the inside of her colon, growing taller, wider, while at the same time, probing higher.

A similar action happened in her vagina, where the tentacles played with her, got inside her, coating everything inside, like little critters running everywhere.

Valeria couldn’t believe the sensation. She actually… liked it!

The tendrils continued, teasing her, but just a little, even going up her urethra. Damn! She had been poked and probed on medical exams, but never to this extent. She was getting filled everywhere, completely!

Then the goo that was coating her vagina seemed to inflate, growing bigger, much bigger, filling it, stretching her. Although she was quite young, she had used toys before, but this was bigger than she ever felt, and it was still growing!

She felt the sound around her being cut off, and drawing her attention back to her head, she saw the goo wrapping it, but leaving her hairs. The tentacles crawled into her ears, sealing them off like she hadn’t thought possible. It then crawled on her face, like a multitude of little fingers, covering her cheeks and nose, then going up her nostrils while at the same time, coating her lips and finding their way into her mouth.

Her breathing became shallower as the tight wrapping progressed while her heart began to race.

“Oh my ga…. Damn!”

She kneeled, both hands at her crotch as the living tentacles inside her had begun another dance, playing with her, reaching inside, deeply, triggering all the right places, the right sensations. Sometimes it felt like one large dildo, other times, it felt like a zillions of little tentacles, tingling her, moving along the lining of her vagina, twisting, tapping.

A similar sensation was happening in her rectum. She never thought anal could feel this good. 

And it was like the two areas, front and back, merged into one huge beast, pulsating, breathing.

Suddenly her whole face was covered by a smooth coating, leaving only a curved surface, hiding all her facial features.

She let herself drop on the side, then roll on her back, arcing her hips, up and down, moaning loudly, but as the moans became louder, something entered her mouth, filling it, gagging her by twisting around her tongue like dozens of little tendrils, smooth and silky, reaching the back of her throat, fondling with her gagging reflex, but not triggering it, like if it knew exactly what it was doing.

All she could produce was soft muffled moans. Her eyes became black. With her ears already shut off, all exterior stimuli were removed. She was alone with herself, with her thoughts, with her emotions, with… Enod.

The rocket fired, and she launched. She almost wished she was restrained, and suddenly, her whole body became stiff as steel, but inside her, things were actively stimulating her, increasing her arousal, amplifying the orgasm by a tenfold. The devices at her crotch seemed to become bigger, almost to the point she wondered if she was about to get ripped in half!

It wasn’t painful. Just pure arousal! Does… Does that even exist? Her brain wondered for a split second.

Inside her mind, her body was being slammed on every wall of her apartment, while in real life, she was totally immobile.

She felt a wave of pleasure like she never felt before engulf her: Enod! Apparently, he was also living it, and liking it too. A lot.

As the orgasm subsided, it was just too much and she lost consciousness.

When she awakened a few moments later, she was lying on her back, in the middle of her living room, her mouth was free of the gag, and her face was free of the cover. She raised a hand and smiled. Enod was still there, covering her, and still very much inside her..

“Of all my sexual experiences, and I must say that I had quite a lot, I’m close to 1000 years old after all, let me say Valeria, that I never experienced anything like that.”

“Well, if it’s any consolation, me neither.” said Valeria, giggling. “Wow. Just wow.” she said, pausing. “So… this is the life with a symbiote?”

Hum, not quite, Valeria. Life with a symbiote is a permanent bond, for life, until one of us dies. I’m sad to announce that you will probably die before me, even if I can extend your life upwards of three times what you would normally have, but the time we would have together would be the best time you could imagine.”

“P… permanent? Like I will be like that all the time?”

“If by ‘like that’ you mean how you were when you experienced the orgasm, then yes, because that is what your fantasy is: fully encased.”

“Do… Do I have a choice?”

“Yes. I’m not forcing you. But we are a good match, I must say.”

“Well, good might an understatement…” mumbled Valeria.

“Yes, Valeria. I never had a match like that before. If you don’t want us to unite, you must find another match, but we have little time. I can’t live long like this, a few days maybe a week at most. I have to merge with someone to survive. I really like you Valeria, and I’m sure we would make a good team. And I never had someone regret it” said Enod, then at the same time, Valeria felt some tingling at her crotch.

She smiled and closed her eyes. Thinking.

She didn’t have to answer. She didn’t have to say anything. Her face was covered, becoming a shiny faceless sphere.

She was ready.

Suddenly, her mind was filled with the emotions of all of Enod’s merging’s, all of its encounters, adventures, happy and sad moments. In an instant, she had all of Enod’s knowledge merge with her own. It was a shock, and it will take time to assimilate.

Then she felt a soft warmth like she never felt before. Happiness like she had never felt before. She never felt so good. So alive.

She slowly got up, feeling how tight her new skin was now. Exactly as she had imagined it: flexible but not easily stretchable, meaning that she would have to fight against it with every move.

She looked in the mirror, starting at her feet, with the highest heels she could wear short of going ballet heels, with a nice platform ensuring some steadiness. Gold accents were making them look like luxury items.

At her ankles, cuffs with gold rings, that could be used for any situation. The boots were reaching over the knee, but looking as hard as she could, there was no separation with the suit. They were one. She could not take them off. No matter what, they were staying.

She rubbed her hands on her thighs, sending tingling sensations through the latex. Yes, that was it. The symbiote had somehow transformed itself into latex.

Her hands reached her crotch. Her fingers played there a little, and she giggled. It was as if each time she was touching it, a finger grew on the inside to match it. Moving her finger on the outside moved the finger on the inside, although she still felt very much plugged, by very large intruders. Everywhere!

“You’re a little devil, aren’t you, Enod?” mumbled Valeria.

“Well, you asked for it.” he answered.

She continued to raise her hands, passing her corseted waist. Yes, there was literally a corset molded to her latex suit, impossible to take off. It was thick and very rigid. She measured her waist with her hands. Under her faceless mask, she made wide eyes. Damn that was small, yet she felt perfectly at ease. She was afraid she would be lacking air, but no. She was just fine.

She reached her breasts, squishing them gently. Enod responded by pinching her nipples. She smiled. It was a little pervert itself.

She felt a collar around her neck and realized that matching cuffs with gold rings were located on her wrists and upper arms.

“Ready for everything, Enod?”

“Your subconscious asked for it, Valeria. I only listen.” said Enod with a soft voice.

She touched her face, her faceless face. Only a smooth, shiny curve remained. She still felt that the bubble was filled with the goo, pressing against her face, everywhere, filling her nose, her ears, even pressing against her eyes. She was no longer seeing, smelling or hearing by herself, but through the symbiote., sharing everything. 

At the same time, she realized that she didn’t need her mouth either. As if on command, her mouth was filled, more and more until her cheeks pressed against the outside layer of latex wrapping her face. When she tried to produce a sound, Enod did it in her place. She would be speaking through him, which means that she would be kept totally stuffed. Always. As if he heard the silent question, Enod told her that it would be the same for everything else: eating and cleaning included.

“Your fantasy is to be completely encased, isn’t it” said enod. “Does that work?” he said, sending giggling vibes. 

Valeria threw her head backward. She didn’t need to close her eyes, Enod did it for her.

She let herself slowly crouch down, then lay on her back, on the floor. She felt the tight latex tightening even more, the inserts growing bigger, as her fantasy asked for. Yes she liked it. 

That’s how she liked it. That’s how she wanted it.

“Ready, then?” asked Enod.

The answer was a crisp and clear “YES”.

“Okay. Just a warning: this might pinch a little.” said Enod.

Valeria felt as if, for a fraction of a second, her body was hit by a 1000 volts power surge, starting in her brain, ending in her toenails.

“There.” said the voice. “All done. Thank you Valeria.”

But it wasn’t Enod. It wasn’t her either. It was both.

United.

For life.

© Pete & Valeria Bayne, October 5, 2019

monsterp63@gmail.com

Thanks to Valeria Bayne’s creator for all the help on that. This is your fantasy, after all.