To hide from an armada, one must sneak within its ranks. For almost 30 years, an international coalition known as the Bio-Terrorism Extermination Group or B.E.G. has been hunting me. Their presence is everywhere and they seem to know my moves before I could even make them. They followed me from the slums of Manila, to the rainforest of Vietnam, and now here at Afghanistan.
The sun is setting and I must go back to the hunt. And today is a special one. I tracked someone. A person who could finally return me back home.
Slimy protrusion grew behind my back. They are meat tentacles, tipped with razor-sharp bone. I darted one across the sandstone buildings and dragged me like a doll. I shot another and I was coursing through the air. A silent predator, on the hunt lead only by scent.
The pungent smell of sweat and distant blood grew close. My tentacles are salivating. They haven't eaten anything since three days ago.
It was dusk by the time I reach their small encampment. I've seen their kind a lot in these parts. Soldiers in groups of three. Always on the lookout for dangers present in the dessert but never finding one.
"Hey Doug." My target said. "Take double. Im going to take a dump."
Like a creeping snake, I slithered close behind my target. He cut corners and went under rubbles. I followed him until he entered a lone building. I dragged myself to the domed roof and observed.
Behind the building was a small ditch. With my heightened senses, I could smell the piss and shit without even going near. My target squat at one side and undressed his pants.
That was my cue. I descended from the rooftops and walked slowly towards the man. Uncovered feet and sand dampened the noise, further decreasing my presence. Only the slight sliver of the moonlight announced form. A kid, bald and thin, with only a cotton tunic covering my skin.
"Jesus fuck. You scared the shit out of me!"
I just stared at him and examined my would be husk. Blue eyes and pale skin. He's new in these parts. A soldier ignorant in the realities of warfare. I looked closer. His torso is stocky and so was his legs. I looked between and saw how privelaged his package is. White like his skin, shaven and 6 inches in flaccid form.
"Leave kid." He raised his hand and pointed towards the city. "City there. Danger here."
My feet remained static on the spot. But as for my tentacles, they are morphing into mouth-like appendages. Circular rows of teeth formed inside. They are salivating, waiting for the moon to hide within the clouds.
Then it was time. Six lengthy protrusions rose from my back, all hidden in the shadows of the clouds. Two sliced through the air and grabbed both of his arms. Before he could scream, one covered his mouth. Two other roped tight around his ankles. I dragged him up in the air and pulled him close.
The musk is strong and his fear, even stronger. I dug my hands underneath those fatigues and caressed the slab of meat within.
"It'll be fun being you."
My last tentacle is frothing saliva. It's hungrier than the others. So I granted this one with the best meal possible. The rabid tentacle coursed like a bullet and hit his flaccid dick. It engulfed the man's member whole. It sucked, licked and covered the whole shaft with frothing enzymes. And in one quick instance, it bit. The tentacle did not let go. It savored every sweat and blood it could find.
The decapitated member squirmed inside the tentacle and traveled into my body. Every cell of it was absorbed into my own. I peeked inside my clothes and saw my own pre-pubescent dick transform into his. 6 inches and growing from the thrill of the hunt. It's a lot better than the childish member from before.
Suddenly, I hear footsteps behind me. They're far but they are sounding closer. Playtime is over at this point. I need to finish this quickly.
The tentacles holding his arms bloated. The mouth like orifices stretched and swallowed his beefy arms whole. The same happened with his legs and head. In unison, every tentacle bit with the force of a hundred elephants. There's no escaping this no matter how hard the man squirmed. Each tentacle swallowed and did another for the remaining torso.
My skin convulsed like boiling water. A new form is added to the thousands I had. And this one I shall pick. Tentacles coiled around my body. It changed my skin, my muscles, my bone and every part of me. Like a cocoon, I burst forth from my shell. A naked figure amongst the sand. But not for long. Thousands of tiny tentacles, covered my skin. They meshed like fabric and changed color to that of fatigues. In every way, I was the man I ate. I am a member of the US Armed Forces serving as sentry for the city of Kabul. I am Private Ryan Denvers and I'm going home.