Leave her

"I'm sorry, Miku..." You think to yourself. Sacrificing yourself would be stupid. If you picked her up, you would be shot for sure. The important thing now was to get out of here. You could always transform yourself into Alex at a later point in time.

You make a dash for the end of the hallway, but suddenly, you feel a dart in your back.

"Urk!" You exclaim, and you fall straight to the floor. A second and third dart hits your supple buttocks, and your vision fades at a rapid pace.

"We... Were so close..." You think to yourself and you drift off into dreamland.

...

You wake up, and try to move your arms and legs. They're strapped in. You take a look around, and notice that you're in a large machine. A transformation machine. It's not the same one you were originally transformed in, but a much larger model. Currently, it's about the size of two king size beds, side by side, but it looks like it can get larger by attaching more to the sides and bottom. You take a look around the room, and notice it's quite similar in decor to other transformation rooms. Machines, tanks, computer monitors, the like. It's about the size of a basketball court. A main desk seems to be in the center of the room, right before the machine. No doubt that it's Alex's desk.

You also notice that you've got something in your mouth. From the way it feels, it's a ball gag, meant to keep you quiet while you transform. Apparently, Alex didn't fool around anymore. Speaking of which, it was about twenty minutes before the bitch actually showed up. You struggled to escape, but not for very long. You'd been in this situation before, and you knew you weren't getting out of it.

"Sorry, I'm late, dear..." Alex chimes as she enters the door. She was in her regular labcoat, and was carrying a clipboard with her.

"I had to check in on the progress of a certain thorn in my side... I thought I'd forgotten about that awful moment of history, but then she had to go and resurface again. It's a shame, really... I was quite interested in that little community she'd put together. I guess all good things must come to an end though... Though it looks like that place is finally going to become the chaotic sex pit I always envisioned..."

Alex smirks, kicks her legs up on the desk and checks her clipboard. You can't do anything but glare at her, and wait for your punishment.

"Honestly, you've all been a thorn in my side. Clearly, it took more than just her to figure out an escape plan. I have a suspicion on who it was, but I'm not taking any chances. I've gotta clear out the lab."

Alex kicks her legs back down, and starts typing away at her keyboard. Five minutes later, the machine whirs, and a sheet of black latex covers your entire face.

You feel a bit of pressure on your mouth, but overall not much. Suddenly, though, you feel something strange in your scalp. It feels... Fresh. Looser.

A moment later, you realize just what's happened. Your hair is completely gone. It simply fell out, and was released from the latex. Alex taps her clipboard with a pen as she watches your brown locks drift to the floor.

"Okay, you might think this is easy so far, but-"

Suddenly you feel an INCREDIBLE pain. It's not just a sensation anymore that's making you cry out, it's actual physical pain.

"-It's going to get real bad..." Alex finishes.

You feel like your skull is being cracked and shattered into several pieces. Large, spikes start to appear on your bald scalp, giving you the appearance of some kind of kid-friendly sea urchin. The pain doesn't just extend outwards though, it also extends INWARDS. Suddenly, you feel your eyes crush. They are flattened and expanded rapidly, as if your irises are being folded and modified into origami. Though muffled you give off a terrible scream. The spikes continue to extend. They grow longer and longer until they start to droop. You start to feel them as they are filled with nerves and connect to your brain.

"Ouch..." Alex chimes in, sounding almost as if she feels bad for you. "Yeah, this is going to suck even worse..."

You feel your skull reform and shatter several times as the spikes on your head merge deeply with your very brain. Searing pain envelops you as they grow longer, and longer, more like tentacles than spikes now... For a split second, you feel your consciousness drift to each and every one of your spikes. You can think. You are yourself, and each and every one of your tendrils. For a moment, you feel nothing, only strange clarity.

And then everything goes black.