Mary quickly drank down the blood remaining in the first-aid kit. She was quite enjoying the taste now, which struck her as a little odd, but she was more interested in getting big enough to handle whatever was downstairs.
"Comon, comon", Mary whispered under her breath, waiting for the growth to start again. She smiled as she felt her body begin to stretch upwards, the now familiar sound of rubber stretching filling her ears.
As she grew though, she began to notice some other changes in herself.
Her skin had taken on a distinctly yellowish tint and seemed to be toughening up, taking on the feeling of hardened leather. Her legs were now unnaturally long and thin, and the muscles stood out rather drastically - with thick creases almost forming plates on her now tough hide.
Mary's hair had grown into a thick dark brown mane striped with white. It seemed to grow out around her shoulders and down her back a bit, stopping near the small of her back and wrapping around her sides to her chest. Her stomach had toned up significantly, with the same plate-like creases forming around the muscles there, giving her stomach a sculpted appearance.
Mary gasped as she felt something push out from her spine. A thick stubby abdomen was growing there. It pulsed with growth as it pushed from her lower back. The top of it was covered in short but thick fur with the same striped pattern as her hair. The bottom was thickly muscled and pulsed in time with her breathing. Mary flexed the newly grown appendage and discovered she could crudely manipulate it, being mostly limited to curling it one way or another.
As she reached down to touch her new abdomen she caught sight of her hands. Her middle fingers had merged into one, leaving her with four long digits topped with sharp claws. She flexed them experimentally, she could tell immedietly that she had lost none of her old dexterity and gained strength in them. Her arms had changed as well, stretching longer and gaining the same taught muscles and plated appearance as her legs.
Mary couln't help but smile at the changes, "What better way to overcome my fear, than by becoming one it" She thought to herself.
It was then that she caught a whiff of something delicious, and she glanced down at its source. The body of the mosquito (nearly the same size as her now 7-foot frame) lay, the oozing from the ragged wound on its leg had nearly stopped, but was still fresh enough to smell of blood.
At the thought of more blood Mary licked her lips with an unnaturally long tongue that snaked out and with errie dexterity left her lips glistening with thick saliva.
Mary hardly noticed however, she was quickly becoming obsessed with the idea of getting more of the mosquito's blood.