Chapter 17

Flotsam

Chapter 17: Aftermouth 

I am lying in an alien’s bed staring at the ceiling. I sigh and feel the still unfamiliar contours of my face move and a puff of air on my ears. I feel a burble of panic, but resist the urge to take a therapist approved deep breath, knowing the sensation won’t be calming.

My face is a pussy.

That terrible entity, The Sleeping God, reached out across unfathomable time and distance and changed me. He took my mouth, my nose, my voice, and replaced it all with the vertical slit of a pussy. I blink back tears and turn my head to stare at the wall. Hardly an improvement.

When I regained consciousness after my awful communion, I found myself in Bluebell’s infirmary surrounded by concerned faces. Bluebell’s huge black eyes regarded me with professionally distanced worry while the Blue cowgirl did doctor things. HAL-E flickered around the room like holographic pacing, anxiety projected on her face. Halley-11 The Destroyer leaned against a wall, her albataser prosthetic arms crossed. And worst of all Clementine sat on a stool next to my bed, her beautiful features knotted in a look of defeat. I tried to say something and all that came out was a kind of grunt. My face felt funny and I reached up to touch it, encountering something delicate and fleshy and so, so sensitive. My eyes went wide and I made a strangled grumble. “She’s awake,” The Destroyer said calmly from the wall. Clem and Bluebell loomed over me. 

Bluebell mooed soothingly, “You are safe and in no medical danger. However there has been an incident and your body has been changed. Would you like to see?”

I nodded and tried to say give it to me straight doc. “Grunt grunt grunt.”

Bluebell conjured up a holographic mirror and I saw my new face for the first time. Bisecting my face from between my violet eyes to my chin was the slit of a vagina complete with all the works. The bridge of my nose seemed to blossom into the prepuce folds of a clitoral hood, and where the tip of my nose had been was the prominent glans of a large clit. My cheeks flowed and pinched to form the ridges of labia majoris which rested in my cheekbones like hips and ran down to the fleshy part of my chin. Within the valley of my facial mound were pink fleshy labia minora that splay out obscenely like vertical swollen lips. Carefully I touched these lips, gently parted them, and made a kind of moaning sound at the incredibly pleasurable sensation. I could see that within the pink vestibule was the dark, wavy outline of a vaginal opening where my mouth once was. I was stunned, it was stunning, I didn’t know how to react. I felt like screaming, but knew I couldn’t, that I lacked the necessary mouth parts to form the noise. But I also couldn’t help feel the pleasure of this strange organ on my face. Even this cursory inspection made my new lips tingle and grow warm as they engorged with blood and grew shiny with secretions. I watched in the mirror in a kind of horny horror as my facial cunt blossomed obscenely. Tears stung my eyes, I was a freak.

“This is not the whole extent of it,” Bluebell said calmly. The holographic display zoomed out, becoming a 3D image of me standing like the Vitruvian Woman. I could see the model had my new cunt face but that she also had very different proportions. I had always been described as a slight woman, thin with small breasts and narrow boyish hips, but the animated figure had large, gravity defying breasts, a narrow waspish waist, and hips that were almost wider than her shoulders. The model was like an hourglass. I sat up a little in bed, letting the spacey blanket slide off my chest, revealing that the flesh and blood me was also sporting huge honkers. I hefted my new tits, cradling their warm weight. I guess I was busty now. Looking back at the hologram I noticed the genitals between the holographic me’s legs were different too. Instead of the familiar trim little vulva of my vagina, the model was sporting a huge cunt with prominent, plump vaginal lips and a clit that looked more like a cock glans than a love button. I thrust my hand under my blanket to confirm that I was the proud owner of a bigger cunt and gasped at the spike of pleasure from even the slightest touch. I was bigger and so much more sensitive. The holographic model started to rotate and I saw that I now had a much plumper bubble butt to match my widened hips. Bluebell mooed for attention, “There has also been a change to your anus. It is still anatomically a spinchter, but it has also developed a clitoris with a glans at the apex and internal clitoral aspects that ring the opening.” I resisted poking that opening and shivered, the Sleeping God certainly had a weird fucking divine plan for me. 

I had flopped onto my back on the examination bed and stared mutely at the ceiling. It was too much! My face was gone! I was a curvaceous sexpot with a hideously and improbably deformed face! I was a fucking freak! And I was horny, so horny! I could feel my three buzzing clits, pulsing and eager. It made me think of The Sleeping God, of my unholy dream of fucking my face with food, of the waves of pleasure that swept over me as my body was changed. I might not be a cultist, but I could still feel the entity’s presence in my life, like a small black seed lodged in my soul, stirring my desires. I shivered and tears stung my eyes. How was I going to live like this? How would I communicate or eat or face other sapients? Could anything be done to fix me...

I opened my eyes and looked at Clementine, hope surging inside me! My boyfriend, ex-girlfriend, whatever, was the most powerful Shaper on the planet! A supernatural prodigy! Surely she could fix my face, remold me back to how I was supposed to be! She looked back at me sadly, her eyes haggard and her pointy ears droopy. She shook her head, “Halley, I’m so sorry, but there’s nothing I can do.” She frowned prettily, “Whatever was done to you wasn’t Shaping, or at least not as I know it. I can sense your altered flesh, but when I try to manipulate it, my will just... slides off. Like it’s greasy or...” corrupted I finish for her in my head. “I think you’re stuck with your... changes.”

The news hits me like a punch all over again and I make a kind of hooting sorrow noise with my facial cunt. This is my life now.

Clem gently takes my hand, her elegant fingers squeezing mine. “I did what I could for you though. I can’t seem to reverse any changes, but there’s nothing stopping me from adding more.” She smiles a grim little smile, “I didn’t want to get too creative without your permission, so I focused on some quality of life adjustments.” She gives my hand another squeeze, “The biggest thing I did was give you a kind of gizzard. The lowest part of your esophagus has teeth now, so you should be able to chew any food that you can insert through your... orifice.” She smiles apologetically and blushes. “I rerouted your airway a bit so you have nostrils behind your ears so you can breath if your... mouth is full. I also sprinkled in some tastebuds and scent receptors in places that won’t be overwhelmed by your mouth stuff.” Clem licks her lips, “I couldn’t find an easy way to give you back your voice, but I’ll think about it. When you’re feeling up for it, please come and visit me. Any Shaping you want, I’m at your disposal.” I nodded at Clem, grateful for the gesture.

HAL-E cleared her throat quietly, “I hate to interrupt, but, in the interest of full disclosure: I alerted my ‘bosses’ about the Sleeping God. An entity that can Shape people from a galaxy far far away is definitely the kind of weird shit the Grey need to know about.” The hologram smiled fiercely and hissed “And those cultists are also completely on my personal shit list.” The infrastructure goddess was angry. Good.

“That is well” Bluebell said sagely, “but now this one must ask you all to depart. Halley requires rest and privacy to absorb her situation. This one will mind her and nurse her in her recovery.” The alien doctor mooed firmly and stamped a hoof.  The Destroyer nodded at me and silently departed and HAL-E flashed a feel better graphic before winking out. Clementine gave my hand another squeeze, kissed my forehead, and reluctantly trotted away with her tail sagging behind her. Then Bluebell tucked me into my blanket, effortlessly lifted me to her large milky bosom, and hefted me up to her second storey bedroom where she deposited me in her large Holstein patterned bed where I have been lying ever since. 

I roll over onto my stomach, conscious of the pillowy mass of my enlarged breasts, and press my cunty face into a pillow. 

What the fuck am I going to do now?

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Chapter 18.