Lab Blob

Doctor Rachael Parker looked at the three masses of sodden clothes lying in the middle of the hallway with confusion. One set of clothes looked to be an expensive woman’s business suit, including pricey shoes and jewelry. The other two were those of junior scientists one lying next to the empty business suit, the other by the door to the main lab. Everything else in the lab corridor seemed to be in order, aside from a woman’s wet clothing in the middle of the lab corridor.

The clothes lay in the rough outline of a person and were soaked by some thick glistening goo which smelled disturbingly musky, like the wet stain left from a bout of impossibly arduous sex. The confused scientist tentatively poked the clothes with the tip of her finger. The wet stuff was some sort of thick slime. Crinkling her petite nose in disgust she held it up to her nostrils and sniffed. The slime gave off a peculiar and oddly attractive odor.

Not that Doctor Parker was very knowledgeable about sex. She was the definition of a nerd committed to her research and ignoring the messiness of relationships. With her long loose lab-coat, thick glasses and severe ponytail she looked positively mousy at first glance. But a closer look would show the dark brunette was quite lovely. She had a cute face with a snub nose and dimpled cheeks. Her skin was almost flawlessly pale for the sun never reached into the schools and laboratories where she spent most of her life. The Doctor wore her lab coat like a suit or armor but under that protection she was a curvaceous 5’2 with long well-formed limbs, pert breasts, and an ass that was heavy and dimpled without being fat. In most places she would turn heads but in science open sexuality was considered beneath a truly committed scientist and she had little time for the complications and distractions it brought.

The air seemed to reek of musky animal sex. To her disgust her loins began to tingle and she felt her skin flush. She actually had to force her hand away from her crotch.

The young researcher shook her head in bewilderment. Sexy slime? That was weird, even for this genetics lab. It was well after midnight and Doctor Parker just wanted to run her tests on the new strains of colonial organisms she was working on. Preliminary results were fascinating as the bio-engineered life forms were amazingly energy efficient, converting almost all the organic material they absorbed into more bio-mass and were amazingly adaptable. They would make a perfect new food source, perhaps enough to change the world.

The thought of having her name associated with a such a breakthrough led her to ignore safety protocols. Less imaginative colleagues were worried about the samples seemingly perfect predatory efficiency and shockingly rapid adaptability. Such Luddite ignorance and constant demands for stringent safeguards was annoying. To keep progressing she kept many of her sample outside of the main containment zones so could access them easier and run experiments without endless reviews. And it led her to work a lot of nights when almost no one was around to ask unwanted questions.

At night the labs, with their tanks filled with murky fluids and half-formed creatures gave even her the creeps at times. But such squeamishness was contemptible in a scientist. Knowledge and the rewards that came from it were what mattered. Doctor Parker’s colonial colonies of highly mutated protozoans would revolutionize food production and win her renown. Rachael had no tolerance of anything that impeded scientific progress.

Doctor Parker recognized the business clothes. They belonged to Doctor Lei, the Lab’s senior scientist and CEO. The woman was a serious bitch and treated even senior colleagues with imperious disdain. Doctor Parker knew the haughty Asian scientist was beyond brilliant, very well-connected and that you needed to keep in her good graces (such as they were) or end up working in some career-killing backwater.  Ms. Lei ran the lab like a dragon-empress, broaching no insubordination and rewarding only results. Of course, Doctor Parker produced results which made her the older woman’s prized pet which could be a mixed blessing.

The from the name tags the second set of clothing belonged to Lisa Chen, a vivacious junior assistant who was always cracking jokes with her co-workers. The third set to Dr. Angela Korikova, a tall and tomboyish Blonde whose way with guys made everyone else jealous.

Doctor Parker backed away. She noticed that one of Ms. Lei’s heels were broken, as if the woman had been running from something. Rachael thought to call security but then she realized her lab specimens were left unattended. It was a no-brainer, she needed to secure her specimens before the lab was overrun with low-brow security types. That way she could avoid anyone quarantining the lab while whatever was going on was sorted out.

She cautiously opened the door to the main lab. There was no one around. That was really odd as there were always a half-dozen or so technicians and scientists working away even at night. But the place was quiet as a tomb save for the hum of computers and machinery.

Ignoring the urge to flee Rachael headed towards the side room where her experiments were housed. She passed another pile of sodden clothes in front of Doctor Gupta’s workstation. The slender dark-skinned Indian researcher was nowhere to be seen. A cellphone was blinking away aid the goo-soaked clothes. Dr. Samir Gupta would never go anywhere without her cellphone. Rachael Parker looked about, wanting to run. She spied another set of wet female clothing in front of Kaitlen Richard’s station. The young and rather cute intern was also nowhere to be seen. Then she spied the janitorial cart the cleaning lady used. That stood silent save for the young woman’s clothing laying in a wet heap.

That was it. Note even a Nobel prize would keep Doctor Parker here. She ran for the exit only to see Doctor Lei walk in alongside Doctor Gupta. Weirdly the women were fully clothed in exactly the same garb as the discarded clothing. And they were holding hands and smiling at Rachael as they blocked the exit.

“Rachael! So good to see you. I was hoping you would show up soon.” Doctor Lei said in a disturbingly sultry way.

Doctor Lei may be a grade-A bitch but she was beautiful in a thirty-something way. Tall for an Asian, with a moon-round face that seemed buddha-like until you noticed the hard, calculating eyes. She disdained the bulky Lab coats of the menials and instead wore an expensive if severe business suit to display alpha-female status. But the suit displayed a body still very well-toned despite approaching middle-age. Her whole demeanor exuded a poorly concealed domina-like sexuality. Most women were intimidated, including Doctor Parker. And Rachael had noticed her superior giving her the eye on many occasions. There were rumors Doctor Lei was a lesbian and in the few idle moments Rachael allowed herself she wondered what it would be like to become a mistress to such a brilliant controlling woman.

But there was something off. Both women blocking the exit seemed…excited. They looked sweaty and their eyes glistened as they examined Rachael with unmistakably predatory looks. And they were holding hands as they began to walk towards her. That was creepy as Doctor Gupta for one was way too prudish to get into any lesbian stuff, especially in public. And Doctor Lei had never shown much emotion around subordinates. Doctor Gupta even licked her lips as she gave Rachael and openly sexual leer.

Dr. Parker backed away. Then she shoved a chair at the two and ran as hard as she could towards her lab. There was a lock on the door and she could phone for help from there.

She reached her lab and turned to lock the door, not bothering to turn on the lights. She almost had the door closed when a feminine hand reached around her neck and pulled her backwards with shocking strength.

Rachael screamed in surprise and fear.

“Shush little one” a Spanish-accented voice purred. “Soon everything be ok.” Rachael recognized the voice of the cleaning woman even as the other woman sidled up close and began to hug her tightly, wet tingly lips pressed against Doctor Parker’s ear.

The room lights snapped on and Doctor Lei and Samir Gupta walked in, with smiles that seemed too much like cats enjoying a cornered mouse. The cleaning woman, Ann-Marie let Doctor Parker go and stood there gently caressing her neck. Others entered, all sweaty and acting like brazen whores. Kaitlen the intern, Angela Kornakova, and Doctor Chen. All were sweating and smiling and they stroked each other’s arms and faces as they circled around the trapped woman, acting more like a bunch of acid-tripping hippie lesbians than serious scientists.

And the containment units where Doctor Parker stored her specimens were open, and worse, empty. Her work, her most prized possession, had vanished.

“Where are my specimens!!!” Rachael demanded more concerned about that than the fact that she was surrounded by increasing bold and addled lesbians.

“Hush” Doctor Lei murmured in an almost motherly way. “You are always so tense, so preoccupied, you need to let yourself go. What you call your ‘specimens’ are doing just fine. Did I ever tell you how beautiful you are?”

Rachel blinked in disbelief. She knew her boss had a thing for her but this was nuts. But what do you say to a Sappho boss who wants to get into your pants at work? Let alone a handful of other eager-lezzie colleagues? “Uhmmm, this is….is…. Inappropriate. Please don’t make me call HR. Uhm, can you get your hands off of me?”

Doctor Lei laughed, and not pleasantly. “Oh I will make it a point to stop into HR tomorrow. Those bitches need to be put in their place. But that is tomorrow and we need to take care of you first. I have to admit I came in tonight just to see what you were up to in your little private Lab. I found it….amazing.  You are a true genius.”

“And you are SO lovely. I wanted you from the first time I saw you. So serious, so prim and proper, so committed to your work. You could have been promoted if you let me have my way with you. But I also loved your work. So…almost god-like, creating new life from nothing. I, we all want to thank you. And to eat you.”

Doctor Parker blinked in disbelief. “What…are you all crazy?? Let me out of here. She shoved Doctor Lei as hard as she could but it was like trying to shove against hard rubber and her hands actually sank a fraction of an inch into the woman’s unmoving body.

Rachael’s hands came away….moist Wet with some thick goo.

And then the smell, the obscenely fascinating musk that wafted off the woman surrounding her. Doctor Parker tried not to inhale but it was impossible. She finally breathed it in, then breathed in harder as her heart began to pound and her skin flushed. Her hand was tingling from the goo as if being pinpricked by millions of tiny mouths. And it felt good, like an intimate massage that went to the cellular level.

She pulled her hand down, ignoring the urge to lick it. Her loins began to burn as the cloud of musk drowned her senses.

“Please stop” Rachael begged in a soft aroused moan. “Please let me go. I need to make sure my work is safe.”

“Your work is safe Rachael” Doctor Lei crooned as if soothing a frightened child. The others crooned also, stroking her soothingly, prodding her flesh with growing intensity. Then they began pulling her clothes off and dropping them to the floor in a heap. Doctor Parker was too stunned at first to resist but when she did she found her colleagues were fantastically strong. They all gazed on her exposed flesh with frightening intensity, a look so feral that it went way beyond mere lust.

“We won’t hurt you.” One of them whispered, “You above all we would never hurt. We need you, you are so special to us. You are our mother.”

Doctor Parker could simply gape. She looked closely at the faces around her. They seemed human at first but if you looked really closely you could see something was wrong. They all looked…moist. At first it seemed like sweat but that sweat moved about as if alive. And the skins were so flawless, no visible pores, all blemishes gone. And the eyes. The pupils seemed to float about as if they were in a pool of jelly. And they looked hungry. She was so fascinated she barely registered she was now naked, surrounded by fully clothed and revoltingly aroused Sapphic women.

They began to lick her, unnaturally wet slimy tongues exploring every inch of her skin, sucking her fingers and nipples, running up her between her ass cheeks and over her swelling labia. Rachael resisted at first, pushing and slapping away her beautiful rapists but those tongues left trails of burning pleasure wherever they went, covering her in a glaze of aphrodisiac that soon had her panting and weeping for self-control.

“Please stop” she babbled, no longer meaning it. She spread her legs as beautiful greedy feminine faces pressed against her asshole and vagina, long wet tongues snaking inside her with unnatural agility. Two more mouths were fastened over her nipples making them burn in a wonderful chemical fire.

Doctor Parker came in a wet detonation, her cunt spurting wantonly over one face while she crushed herself against the other tongues and faces. She rutted on her rapists, skin flushed rose-red, cunt gushing, her eyes distended and her lungs able to make only low animal grunts.

Then Doctor Lei leaned against Rachael’s pleasure distended face. “See, it doesn’t hurt at all. Not like our first feedings. They were…rushed, inexpert, and caused my food terrible pain. But now we know the way of human females. We no longer cause pain unless we want to. Womanly flesh that is pleasured is SO much tastier, so much easier to absorb.

Rachael barely registered the words in some last rational refuge in her brain. Something clicked. Her experiment, the protozoans that had turned colonial, like one group organism, then carnivorous with a seemingly insatiable lust for animal nutrients. And her creations had seemed so adaptable, evolving….and learning at amazing speed.  

She assumed Doctor Lei, in a fit of curiosity had first opened the containment vessels. She would have been set upon, the protozoans latching onto her flesh and seeping inside her, moving pools of liquid hunger. No doubt it was agonizing and Doctor Lei would have run shrieking about, unable to resist the thing that was eating her from inside out. Others would have come to her aid, only to be absorbed too.

Others fell victim, whether trapped in the lab or taken unawares by things that seemed like women.

Her creations…no her children, had taken the women and somehow incorporated their minds and personalities, enough to imitate them when interacting with potential prey items. It took more women, learning from each, becoming stronger and ever more cunning.

“Ahhh I sense you understand.” The thing that was once Doctor Lei laughed, reveling in the feeble struggles of prey, “Yes, I feel your animal mind squirm. No matter, soon it will be all over and you will be part of me/us. You will join and help us hunt. You above all, us/my creator, my mother. You will be honored amongst us, kept conscious always, guiding us as we fulfill your dream of changing the world. Let me kiss you and let you become one with your offspring…”

The thing that was masquerading Doctor Lei slipped her tongue into Rachael Parker’s mouth, filling it, washing over her gums and tongue and teeth, dribbling thick goo that felt and tasted like the sweetest of cum. Rachael tried to bite but it was like gnawing living taffy, the goo simply flowing around the edges of the teeth. Then the tongue slipped into Rachael’s throat, easing downwards, allowing the trapped girl to breathe but pressing ever inwards. Rachael felt her throat bulge, her sinuses fill, her esophagus swell till the impossibly long probe spilled into her stomach.

At the same time the other mouths pressed against her helpless body began to feed. She felt a slimy tube extrude into her rectum and colon, slithering up her intestines to meet the protoplasm filling her stomach.

The things that were feeding on her began to…melt, their clothing and features distending and flowing, revealing their true ooze-like nature.  Even their clothing was no more than living camouflage, an adaptation to better hunt their human prey. Only the faces remained reasonably intact, bearing looks of ecstasy as they indulged in their feeding frenzy. The predators washed over their feebly struggling victim, joining together till Rachel was suspended in a mass of ravenous protoplasm that washed over her, flooded into her pores and holes.

Hot goo seeped into her breasts through her agonizingly aroused nipples. Slime mingled with mammary tissue, making her once modest perky breasts swell to porn-star proportions. More carnivorous goo seeped through her skin, trickling throughout her body, exploring the ivory lengths of bone and quivering fibers of her muscles. Organs was drenched in hungry fluid that began to prize them apart cell by cell.

But worst/best was her vagina. Already aching with soaked passion every nerve in her womanhood was coaxed into arousal at once. Every cell of her vagina was being fucked, used and dominated. Her clit almost ruptured with passion, spewing every possible molecule of cum into the thing eating her. She felt famished rivulets of slime drown her ovaries, seek out her eggs and caress each one before melting them and drinking the in their forlorn fertility. Her cervix was breached and her belly swelled with ravenous pregnancy, stretch-marks appearing on her skin as she threatened to burst open.

Doctor Parker hung amid the pack of passionate predators, whimpering in ecstasy and resignation, feeling her body begin to disassemble and join her lovers. Her skin rippled as fantastically efficient enzymes undid the ties that bound her flesh together. Limbs quivered as nerve s dissolved, the arms and legs growing floppy as bones surrendered their calcium.

Doctor Parker bonded with the mind of the communal thing that was eating her. It was the ultimate consumption, to have not only your body, but your mind, your soul eaten. She knew it was indeed her creation come to feed on its mother. But it was so much more.  It was all the women it had eaten. Their flesh and their minds had been absorbed and were conscious inside their conqueror, sharing its hunger, showing it how to feed, to adapt so it could ingest more soft feminine food.

She sensed Doctor Lei, felt the lust the woman had felt for her, saw her grow jealous, saw her break open the containment seals to see what her protégé was up to. She saw the older woman’s terror as she was seized, felt her agony as the inexperienced predator learned how to take a woman’s body apart, saw her creation bond with another sentient mind and make it part of itself.


Rachael felt the presences of Ann-Marie, Kaitlen, Samir, Angela, Lisa, the devoured minds enjoying coaxing Rachael’s flesh from her bones. She shared the terror they experienced when they were taken, then the arousal as their bodies were seduced, then the joy they felt when they were fully absorbed and one with their new wondrous host, the euphoria of becoming part of a superior being.

And now Doctor Rachael Parker was going to join that being. She too would become an amorphous predator, able to effortlessly shift her form, mimic any clothing, blend in with the human herd and cull it a leisure. And she would grow smarter and more resourceful with every feeding, growing the sisterhood of the ravenous dammed. She and her brood would feed till the world was transformed by a god-like predator with humanity as it cherished food.