Ronald the 46 year old groundskeeper of Dewville High was pulling an all-nighter
mowing the football field, the varsity football coach was adamant about the field being
freshly cut for the first game of the season. Ronald was falling asleep at the wheel of the
lawn mower and was less than thrilled about having to work late for the students that
could care less about the work he does to keep the grounds clean. When just about to
drive blindly off into the bleachers, a sudden screech filled the air which ended with a
hard thud as an object smashed into the field. Ronald had woken and fallen out of the
mower, picking himself up and readjusting his baseball cap he cursed at the top of his
lungs at the sight of the damage done to the field. He got back up begrudgingly onto the
mower and begin to head over to the gash in the field, he stopped a few feet before the
hole and he picked up a shovel from the hitch attached to the back of the mower. Ronald
surveyed the damage to determine if it was worth the trouble to patch, knowing how
chummy the coach and the Principal were it would mean his job if he did not remedy the
eyesore. He went to work piling all the outlying dirt back into the hole, when his shovel
hit something hard, he would kick himself in the foot if he had broken the sprinkler line
again but it turned out to be something else.
Gathering the object within a pile of dirt he brought it closer and dropped it at his feet.
Ronald kneeled down to get a better look, the object had holes in it, he assumed it was
just one of cups the football players wore and grabbed it without a second thought. The
object he held in his hand was warm, not what he had expected and immediately tried to
expel it from his hand with a toss but to his shock the object did not budge. Ronald
looked down at his hand to find inky black tendrils protruding from the porous rock
latching firmly onto his hand. Flailing his arm madly trying shake off the seemingly alive
rock, the tendrils only seem to pierce into his flesh tipped like spears penetrating the
veins and muscle tissue of Ronald's right arm. Ronald caught in a state of panic feels
his arm go numb as the creature finds its way to a branch of his nervous system, his
arm spasms flexing and relaxing allowing more of the black ooze to pump its way in. He
looks at his arm as what sounds like straining fabric rips off from his shoulder and falls
to his wrist, revealing a generously bulked and defined arm flexing to reveal thirty inches
around peaking with the most robust bicep. Ronald had never seen such a sight on his
body, even in his youth he never would have dreamed he would have an arm this big.
But his astonishment would lead into despair as the arm drew closer to his face,
crushing the rock in his hand it gushed out with more of the black substance which then
leaped out at his face quickly ensnaring Ronald's head in its being. The dark being clung
skin tight onto the man's face cutting off all air intake until his body crumbled lifelessly
onto the field. The alien ooze then made its move, slithering into Ronald's mouth,
nostrils and eyes, its wet form made invading quick work making him its host. Latching
onto his brain and kick starting his respiratory system, the alien probed the man's mind
assimilating his knowledge quickly acclimating it to the species of the planet. Taking
over the central nervous system it leaked out its mass all throughout Ronald's body,
rapidly streaming itself to the rest of his circulatory system. As a result, the muscles
throughout the man's entire body engorged itself on the black mass taking the alien into
themselves. Arose a new man, a bodybuilder of three hundred pounds of pure muscular
mass revealed itself as the small fitting clothes fell away. Ronald no longer in control of
his body was lead into the boy's locker room.
The alien was trying to maintain the changes made to its host but given the man's age it
was having trouble maintaining the added powerful mass. As much as the body was
willing it unable to fully assimilate the alien ooze, black tendrils begin to slither out from
all of the man's orifices. The alien losing control of its host's bodily functions, staggers
about with hands sliding about the lockers and forces a locker open in a fit of
convulsions. He turns his head and violently vomits into the locker, once massive
muscles shrinking and wasting to Ronald's former form. Black alien ooze pouring out of
the locker, dripping down and slithering over the top it pulls itself into the locker. Ronald
slightly regains consciousness and closes the locker and then drags himself over to the
sinks, he struggles to lift himself up and sees his reflection to notice the hulking arm he
once witnessed was now gone and his body naked. The man wanders out of the locker
room screaming out for the ooze to come back to him, wanting its power. All the while it
waits in the locker waiting for a more youthful host to claim.
The next day...