Her breasts hung down about to her navel, their skin already a pale sickly green. She could tell that without some support, they would have detached from her body in a matter of days. The rest of her could still pass as human -- with a lot of makeup -- but for how long?
She sat on an easy chair in discomfort, careful not to make any more damage, and just cried. A witish ichor came from her eyes. In the meanwhile, Jim had checked that no aftershocks of the Army were after them. After making a mental note to be extra careful the next time he went to a K-Mart, he reached Sharon upstairs and looked at her.
Being a caring person, Jim went over and hugged Sharon lovingly, trying not to mind the stench which was already getting strong. Then...
Mon Jul 19 13:27:03 1999