Unable to resist, well on her way to being doomed to her insectoid urges, Mary’s long beak plunged down into the pool of mosquito blood and she eagerly slurped and lapped at it. It was impossible to stop now, her breath quick and her hunger growing. She kept slurping, growing fantastically as she drank. The stretching noise grew and grew along with the seven foot mosquito woman, who was now looking decidedly more alien. Two more legs had sprouted between her other limbs, her armor was hardening onwards and her pink skin was darkening to jet black. Her torso was shrinking, crunching, compacting, her abdomen was growing and lengthening.
Stopping only to take a deep breath… from her abdomen, Mary blissfully kept drinking, missing the event as two gossimer wings sprouted from her back and enlarged rapidly. She was now huge at 9 feet tall, bigger than her dead tormentor fueling her change, and losing her biped stance, spine shifting her into that of a mosquito’s body shape. She kept drinking, her lust for blood all that mattered. She stretched upward, her body slimmed and lost humanity. Antennae sprouted from either side of her beak. Her head became ovoid and her eyes spread farther apart to the sides of her head. Her mind dulled, she got stupider.
Not sated, not nearly, the monstrously huge woman turned giant mosquito kept drinking and growing. She was now completely a mosquito, a mindless insect, and once the pool of blood was cleaned from the floor, she stabbed her iron hard mouth through the body of the now much tinier creature and kept drinking. The hall became painfully cramped. Mary was now 12 feet tall and as long as a small bus. She crouched down, feeling the compression closing around her, and kept drinking. The walls began to crack ominously. Drywall fell in large chunks.
She kept drinking and drinking, senses picking up a loud rumbling downstairs. The noises down there were growing too. Forced tight against what was now a damaged and crumbling hallway, the drywall disintegrated against the incredible power in the giant mosquito’s impenetrably hardened body armor. Beams began to crack as Mary became 15 feet tall. Her abdomen flicked and crushed against the end of the hall. The ceiling snapped and splintered against her back, not even scratching her well-protected wing casings. She drank all the blood she could, surging onward, breaking through the top floor of her house. Until there was no blood left to drink.
Mary surged forward in size and strength, smashing through the top of her home in almost orgasmic feelings. Soon she was doubling in size by the minute, the stretching increasing in speed and power. Soon 25 feet tall, she towered over her street like a nightmare behemoth. Lampposts were beneath her cool gaze. 35 feet… and small people flittered around her giant feet claws, cries of terror barely audible. The giant mosquito chuckled to herself, as the last bit of her mind held on and registered the irony of them being bug sized to a bug. 45 feet… the growth was not slowing down. 55… 65… 75… 85… 95… 98… 100… 112. The growth began to slow as Mary approached leviathan proportions, her claw tips seated on the corners of an entire street of houses.
She stopped growing.
And it was then, in the middle of the road below her, now teensy beneath her gaze, that she saw a rapidly growing house spider catching up to her.