It only last a moment. I finally wretch loads of blue spunk.

I lay on the floor uncontrollably vomiting blue the same slime that stuck me to the wall. It's numbing my throat again. It actually feels good coming out. It's a relief as well as a release.

It feels good until I feel something more. Once again my throat feel like its stretching out. This time though I'm being ripped from the inside. The blue torrent out of my mouth has almost fully stopped because several thin tentacles have clogged my throat and are pushing their way out of me. More and more shove their way up. My body is contracting to help **** the tangles mass out.

Emma stares at me in disbelief. I want her to look away. I want to hide myself. I try to turn away into a corner or under a chair anywhere, but the tentacles begin grabbing the counter. They seem to want to get out.

I have one last convulsion and a squishy blue mass the size of a volleyball lands SPLAT on the floor. The rest of the gunk in my stomach comes up too.

I'm laying on the floor of my kitchen. The white floor around me mostly a puddle of blue...