Ellie had finally begun to sob. Everything below her hips were gone. Her hips were now fused to her father's shoulders. His head was nowhere to be found. Her arms had detached, so she couldn't feel them anymore. As her flesh seamlessly melded together with her father's and the warm tingling sensation ebbed away, she found that she could control her father's much taller, much more powerful and muscular build which she stood up with. She looked around her. Were her parents okay? Was the delivery driver okay? Was her father still alive? Was anyone alive?
Christine had stopped making noise and in front of Ellie was a massive blob of flesh, with feminine and masculine limbs sticking every which way out of it. Covered in torn clothing, the blob pulsated rapidly, like multiple heartbeats were shaking it.
Ellie, too afraid to touch it, went out onto the hotel balcony, brushing her tears and long hair out of her face. She looked left and right, seeing bizarre humanoid monsters on either balcony, and then down into the streets, where all the cars stood still. The screaming and shouting was deafening. She shut the door with her father's hands, and ran back inside, chest heaving, when she realized she had no top on, as it had been somehow shredded, and that she now had (B-Cup) breasts. She ran to the mirror, and saw that she was now a teenage version of herself. She was quite pretty, in a way that she had never thought of before. She pursed her lips and shook her upper chest, before a tight sensation arose in her father's pants, and she realized what she was doing.
All thoughts were put aside when she heard her mother groan.