Skye's New Addition

Skye woke from a nightmare, thrusting herself up before she'd even opened her eyes. Around her was the darkened quarantine medical room, the shadows long from the lights of the larger laboratory space through the glass that kept her confined and everyone else safe. Her first expectation was to see Trip there as she'd had a fuzzy recollection of him from the dream. He'd have some funny comment to make her feel be-

It hit her like one of May's strikes right to her solar plexus. Sharp stunning pain and a gasping inability to breath. Just like it did every time she woke up. Trip was gone. Dead. Turned to stone by the crystal. For her. Because he'd been coming to save her. He'd gotten trapped in that room and for whatever reason the gas from the obelisk-from the crytal had killed him instead of transforming him like it had for Skye and Raina.

Transforming. Her emotions twisted once again, her depression deepening like she'd jumped off a cliff. She felt guilt at the way she felt. Like how could what had been done to her even compare to Trip dying? She couldn't help it.

She glanced down at he gray long sleeve shirt she wore to stave off the chill of the med bay's temperature at the increased swell she saw there. The weight of her breasts was noticeable in a way it never had before and they jostled against each other distractingly with her every subtle movement. It was like some cosmic irony. She'd always had rather big boobs for her size. Now she had big boobs for any one's size and she wasn't even a woman anymore! The thought was deliberately cruel.

Skye pushed back the sheets and stared at the unmistakable shape in the loose sweatpants she wore. A thick tubular bulge running out from her crotch and down her left pant leg. It was twelve inches long flaccid. She hadn't notice it get any smaller though it certainly did get bigger. She shuddered. They had done extremely thorough scans. Not only was every cell in her body different, her genetic material now containing distinctly alien qualities, but her uterus-her womb- her...pussy. It was all gone. Replaced with this monstrous penis and internal reproductive organs they couldn't identify.

She slumped back down, pulling the covers back over her lap and sighing. If only she hadn't gone down there. She was such an idiot! Coulson could have blown that underground temple and Trip would still be alive and she wouldn't have been turned into this-- freak of nature!

Coulson had told her that Mack had cleared out of quarantine quickly, whatever had taken him over had cleared out of his system leaving no traces behind. There was no telling when she'd be let out. If she'd be let out. She wasn't human anymore. Not really.

Skye closed her eyes and turned on her side. She winced and felt a deep sense of revulsion as she felt the shaft of her penis shift across the top of her thigh and the unnatural sensation of her balls getting squished between her thighs. She scissored her thighs open, releasing the pressure. So long as she didn't move her lower body she could just imagine her male genitalia didn't exist. She drifted off into sleep as she wallowed moving back and forth between self-pity and grief at Trip's ****.