Rubberwerks 2 - Part 14

Mind had seen fit to make more of Janice. Her slender frame was not suitable for her new task, and so she had been further altered. Her mind froze while she was overwritten and given purpose. When she was again aware, she was filled with an overwhelming pride. Mind had seen fit to make her part of its recruitment. When she was aware again, she was no longer the sleek drone she had been before. Now, her hips were wide and inviting, her breasts no longer smooth rise son her chest, but unique teats that hung low on her chest with pointed tips. The nipples leaked with a steady drip of the black ooze, her body producing more of the stuff that made up Mind, enough that all could drink. And drank they did.

The ones whose transformations could not be completed by the little they drank at the coffee shop were now placed on their knees before Janice. She offered them her teat and they drank. Some were too weak or disoriented to feed on their own, and so their loved ones would hold their head to the udder while they latched on the nipple and drank down the rubbery liquid, filling their bellies with it. It would spread quickly through their bodies, and they would be borna again as Mind claimed them for its greater glory. With each shuddering, writhing mass of flesh consumed by the rubber and then made whole again, Janice moaned with pride and the sexual reward of serving Mind.

When their thrashings were done, another slender drone would rise, another extension of Mind, eager to do serve its will. Soon, there would be too many to hide and they would walk the streets. This domed village would belong to Mind.

Rask had known something was wrong. All towns, big or small, have a feel. An intangible air that defines the basic culture, whether it is optimistic or pessimistic, whether it is made up of hope or despair. The town under the dome was changing. At first, there was joy, a sense that this place in the jungle might be different. An oasis. And very quickly that turned. Rask wasn't sure what the cause was, but she was attuned to the sudden proliferation of fear, a sense that things were very quickly spinning out of control.

The first of the regulars, as she thought of those who were not infected by the - well, whatever it was - infection arrived at her door at the bank, she was certain that things had quickly and certainly reached a critical mass. All day before the first of the desperate arrivals, she bemoaned the fact that she had chosen poorly. Thanks to the way the credit system worked, the town didn't really need a bank. It was a superfluous institution. And that was making Rask feel just as worthless. Until now.

Despite the fear prickling her spine, Rask liked that she was suddenly the most important woman in town. She was the one that could offer safety. The girl from the grocery store, Jenny her name was, now sat panting on the floor, looking up at Rask as if she was an elderly savior.