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Bagman: The Hunger
By Wolverine
"Alright, she's dead. Wait I'll check her pulse again...Yup, she's
dead. Okay, just gonna leave her here and get the fuck outta here. I'm
so sorry. And for your little boy too. I can't control her," Mr. Bagman
thought as he stared at the corpses of a young woman and her 8 year old
boy, both of which he could barely remember why she'd picked them. Their
life forces had been drained dry by the thing inside Mr. Bagman's body.
She hid behind the minor reaches of his genetic code and persona, always
waiting to make him into her and enjoy a night of lust and partying. Oh
yes, she'd developed a taste for partying in the year that he'd gotten
away from the base.
Mr. Bagman climbed out the window and onto the dead, yellow grass.
Fitting enough for the occasion, he thought. Mr. Bagman ran for his life
from the suburban home, setting off the neighborhood dogs as he always
did. He ran until he found a nice motel, where he checked in and locked
himself in his room with express instructions to definitely not disturb.
It was about 4 PM and all was not well with Mr. Bagman. His alter
ego had killed two innocent people yet again, on top of molesting the
little boy. To his distaste, he was filled with a satisfaction akin to
that of just eating a huge meal. It came natural now, but he still
didn't like it. While his other self was far from human, he still had a
soul. He never ate anymore, "The Beauty" did that when she absorbed the
life force of others. He'd definitely lost weight becasue of that, his
stomach no longer useful except as a camoflauge really. He had her
stomach now, one that had no purpose but didn't disappear as it was
needed to look halfway human. Her features were beginning to emerge
quite rapidly. For the most part he was himself, but his hair was long
and his eyes were almost black as they shifted color into whatever she
fancied. His bone structure was changing too. At night, Bagman would
have to endure the painful expansion of his hips a little at a time but
enough to cause him intense pain. On top of that, he had to deal with
her normal changes for feeding and the occasional slip of some of her
body parts causing him to change almost into her. Bagman's head was
spinning and he decided to lie down. When he woke up, he knew he'd be
thinking like her since he would be the Beauty but he didn't care. He
didn't want to think right now or ever again for that matter. Bagman
felt like the toenail clinging onto a bit of flesh on the foot. Almost
free and causing the owner a lot of pain and grief. He was barely a
person anymore, despite what he called a soul. Sleep took Bagman and he
drifted off into a mind filled with death.
* * *
Mr. Bagman awoke to find himself hungrier than he'd ever been in
his life. But what he needed couldn't be filled with food in his mouth
or an IV in his vein. He needed life. Looking down at his body, he knew
it'd gotten the message too. Good, he thought, time to be a woman.
Bagman's tits had already emerged and were growing to their impressive
size as he gasped away. As his hips exploded into their fully female
form he looked up from the messy, shoulder length hair that was in his
eyes and giggled. His face was already feminine, and the wriggling was
bringing the Beauty's face completely out. Bagman reached up with his
dainty hands and squeezed his C-cup tits. He yelped loudly and giggled
again. Bagman pulled his still changing form up off the bed and basked
in the feeling that gravity gave her body. The weight of her tits and
ass felt just a little off but as they increased it felt even more
right. Bagman staggered over to the TV stand and leaned against the
television as her transformation reached its wonderful end. A feeling to
rival that of 20 orgasms ripped through Bagman's body as it completed
itself. His mind ripped apart and put itself back together. His memories
became meaningless, his hunger became a pleasure more than a need, and
looking good became a necessity. The Beauty laughed and felt her sweat
soaked body, staring with her blue green eyes into the mirror by the
bathroom. She was so hot! Now it was time to feed.
* * *
Agent Marshall wiped the sweat from his forehead as he looked at
the gruesome slideshow of deaths that had rocked the American West as of
late. If the killer's progression kept up, the Great Plains and the East
would fall victim to the same horror. And if this killer was as much of
a threat as the big wigs kept emphasizing, it might jump the ocean.
Despite his sweating, Marshall was not in the least tense or terrified.
He was very analytical, looking at one slide, progressing to the next,
going back one, just to make sure that everything matched up, and that
the trail constructed so far would not branch off onto some other
sicko's path. He'd long since lost the ability to be nervous, as he was
called in on every sick case imaginable, some that made this look like
nothing. Marshall only sweated because 1.) the projector room was hot,
and 2.) a deep, supressed part of him still felt sick at these sights.
His gift got great benefit from releasing the supressed emotion, but he
often had psychotic episodes, resulting in constant surveillance by the
CIA, NSA, FBI, etc.
The projector clicked off and the lights in the room came on.
Director Hennings entered and sat down beside Marshall.
"Any ideas?" asked Hennings.
"The culprit is definitely animalistic. Yet, there's eroticism in
these killings. A female, and with the evident artistic qualities of
some of the killings, I'd say an egotist at that. Yet, it's definitely
for food. They've had the life literally sucked out of them. Zombie-like
faces and dried up skin give that away. The brutality of some of them
was probably mercy killings done by someone inexperienced at murder, but
definitely under the control of the female. Probably a schizo," replied
Marshall. Hennings nodded and then frowned.
"Well, we knew that much already. Glad to know you caught up. What
we need to know is where she, or it, will strike next."
"I can't say for sure. These are brought on by some sort of animal
hunger. I guess you guys know about that too. No doubt your own doing."
"Look, the army is responsible for this, it's the Branch's job to
undo their messes. So don't go on one of your little self-righteous
condemnations. I've seen your work too, you know. You wouldn't be in
this if the Hound hadn't gone vigilante on us trying to find her. Now
tell us where the thing will strike next. Use that damn gift of yours."
"I'll have to get closer to the victims. Psychic residue is always
left at the scene. I suspect we'll find much fear, as the submissive
personality seems to favor mercy."
"I'll try and get a ride cleared for you. I'll contact you at your
apartment later." Hennings lifted himself from the chair and headed for
the door, Marshall a few steps behind evidently in deep thought.
* * *
The Beauty receded into Bagman after he most recent feeding,
leaving him deserted and nude in the desert. He lay their panting,
letting the heat and pain from the transformation fade. After what
seemed like forever, the pain receded enough for him to will himself to
his feet and head for civilization. Bagman had no idea how long it'd
take him to find somebody, and he'd probably change before then. Good,
she could rot and starve in the desert. She'd never make it far without
somebody crammed in her vagina. The thought took Bagman out of his state
of mind for moment and he quickly gagged at her thoughts. Puke would not
come out of his mouth though, due to his new stomach. Bagman stifled a
crying fit and pushed on. He was already getting hungry again. And his
will couldn't stand against her hunger.
The Hound grinned as Bagman passed over him without a second
glance. Now or never urges posssessed him. He'd had to go under the
Branch's radar, a task that was far from easy, just to get this far.
They couldn't be following him while he followed her, or else no one
would ever catch the thing. Now she was vulnerable as the silly janitor
he'd been briefed on. The Hound lunged from his sandy pocket and hit
where Bagman should've been, only to find no Bagman. Instead he found
sand. The Hound let out a curse and let his claws extend. With his fangs
showing, he turned to face a moaning figure. Bagman's other self had
evidently sensed the Hound, and had decided to emerge for a little non-
feeding action. The Hound sensed a fight, and allowed the figure to
reach it's orgasmic climax.
Bagman didn't have time to realize what was going on. The Beauty
had seized control of his form and made him lunge out of the way to a
safe spot to begin their change. She had a show she didn't want to miss.
Another opportunity to showcase her power and beauty. Bagman faded out
of existence one more time in a matter of seconds, leaving a sweating,
heaving, horny, and battle-ready beauty in his place.
She lunged at the Hound. He answered with a clawed hand to her
stomach. She cried in pain and ripped into her arms with her
fingernails. The Hound unconsciously shut off his pain receptors and
shook his head at her. He raked his other hand across her face, which
seemed to anger her. She ripped away from him and whip herself around
his abck in the sand and bit down on his neck. Blood gushed into the
Beauty's mouth and she felt powerful. She could feel the life teeming in
his blood. The Hound growled and grabbed at her with his hands, which
she countered by squeezing terribly into his ribs with her knees. The
Hound went to the ground and she leapt away. She could feel him become
aroused, partly because of her pheromones but also because of her
beauty. The Hound couldn't resist such a primal fight. Her presence
intoxicated him more than anything he'd ever encountered. If he could,
he'd pin her and fill her with his seed before she died. Too bad she'd
never bear his child. Her next grapple fit with the Hound became more
erotic. Her legs wrapped around his clothed groin, and his prick could
feel her mositure. She licked at his face and he pecked at her neck. The
Hound's claws dug into her back and ripped her away, sending her flying
into the desert. He removed his clothing. This was just getting
interesting.
* * *
Marshall popped a few aspirin in his mouth and flopped down on his
couch. His head was killing him. The slides had been horible enough, but
the location of his government sponsored apartment was even worse. In
the small complex on the outskirts of the desert, incest, wife abuse,
and murder were normal. At times, they would even flare up. Why the
Branch had thought this was a good place to store a psychic was beyond
Marshall, not even he could see that. The aspirin would help the
pounding in his head, and he could probably hold off a psycho spell.
Sleep was not an option though.
* * *
Agent Marshall felt around the victims throat for any puncture
marks. This was definitely not a vampire. There was no evidence on the
boy of any physical contact, except maybe an occasionaly bruise, but it
didn't match up with the others' bodies. Marshall dismissed it.
Mysticism was always explained with science, but this time he couldn't
find it...at least not with just physical contact. He wasn't a medical
doctor, so an autopsy by him woulddn't be performed. Maybe that lucky
soul would turn up some clues. Marshall's job was to use his gift to
find the killer. He reached out to the print left on the boy. Intense
lust and a physical hunger, followed by intense pain and heat, and then
fear. The print was fuzzy. The hungry entity seemed to be a fleeting
moment, like she was dying out. But the fear was solid. The fear gave
something to the hunger though, but he couldn't grasp it. Marshall had
what he needed anyway. He knew what the fear felt like. He could track
it if need be. Pity welled up in Marshall for the fear, whatever the
hunger was putting him through had to be horrendous. Agent Marshall
nodded at his two companions and the three departed the suburban home.
Marshall had a scent now.
* * *
The recovery/rescue team arrived in the desert the morning after
the Hound's signal had been intercepted. At first, the scene looked like
nothing but sand, but then they made interesting finds. Blood was
splattered here and there. And then one trooper made an interesting
discovery which made him let out a yelp.
"Look at what I found here!" he yelled to the other troopers and
the one Branch agent who had accompanied them. The troopers surrounded
the sight and gawked in awe. The agent kept his composure though. A
feeling of great opportunity swept through him and he fulfilled his
mission by killing the three troopers. No one needed to see this. The
agent reached into his pocket and produced his army secured phone, and
dialed the number.
"It's me. Phase 3 of your plan seems to be achieving itself. I
have the perfect specimen for you. Bring a cage, our subject might be
less than coopertaive given their current state...No, unfortunately. It
got away. The Branch will handle that I assure you. Now get a team down
here or Hennings will make this discovery first," the agent spoke. The
experiment was going better than planned.
* * *
The Beauty hid herself away in the back of a pickup truck, covered
in a tarp. She quietly panted in the heat. Her sweat slicked body turned
her on even more, but she supressed the lust to continue her survival.
The driver would feed her soon enough, in many a way. But for now, her
hand would do. She stuck it between her legs and basked in the comfort.
Now was not a time for Bagman, as much as he ached in her mind. She bit
in a little more into his psyche and grew bigger. Piece by piece she'd
make him her, or else she'd kill them both. That was what made her
better, aside from her stunning beauty. She was willing to do anything
for herself, unlike that coward. Her thoughts hit the Bagman parts and
she felt him slip more into her. He wouldn't be much next time he awoke.
In fact, she'd probably be able to will her body more to her side while
still in his mindset, perhaps all the way. Then the complete purging of
her weaknesses would be her only obstacle. She'd create perfection while
flawed. The Beauty grinned in her warmth and let the truck carry her
away.
* * *
The fear was muffled in Marshall's link, but he was definitely
screaming. Marshall leant some strength to the fear as he felt part of
is slip away into some oblvion. That oblivion was probably the hunger.
If that psyche took complete control, he might no be able to get a good
trail again. Marshall's car carried him toward his goal. He prayed he'd
be quick enough to catch up, and put some peace into this mess of a
person before it was too late. Marshall's cell phone rang.
"Yeah?" he answered. It was Hennings.
"Where are you headed?" Hennings asked, somberly with a hint of
anger.
"I'm following the trail. She's already killed again. And there
was something that happened in the desert, but the trail was too hot to
abandon it for something stupid like that. Don't worry, I have two
agents with me. They'll keep a good eye on me," Marshall responded.
"I'm not too sure. We picked up the Hound's signal a few hours
ago. A team was dispatched to bring him in. Hound's still AWOL and we're
now down three troopers, with an agent MIA, possibly KIA. So watch out."
"I always do." Marshall hung up. He glanced in his rear-view
mirror at the two agents. "We're gonna have some serious trouble. I
doubt either one of you will live."
"Marshall, you'll drop before us," one agent responded with a
grin.
"And by what I hear, dying isn't so bad compared to other things
that can happen to you," the second agent said, staying serious.
Marshall nodded. The drive lasted only 20 more minutes before Marshall
pulled them all into a small motel. The trail ended, and the fear was
oozing out of the place. The lack of people seemed to amplify it. The
three men climbed otu of the car, and all drew their guns. Marshall was
a bit hesitant when it came to force, but he was doing a mercy killing
here, and...
"Yes, yes, mercy killing. I just want some killing," a voice said
in Marshall's head. It dripped with darkness and lust. Marshall closed
his eyes beneath his sunglasses and squeezed the voice deep inside. Now
wasn't a good time for that. He opened his eyes and looked at the men
squinting in the bright sun.
"We have to do this quickly. Right now, the person is deeply
afraid, meaning the weaker side of the mind is in control right now, but
I feel the hunger waiting and growing to take over. If we don't take the
target out immediately, we will be in big trouble. Shoot to kill,"
Marshall instructed. The agents nodded.
"Lead on," the first agent said, grinning again. They followed
Marshall up to the doors of the motel. Silently, they crept along,
letting Marshall probe each room with his ability, until they settled on
6. Marshall could feel the fear oozing from the room, sending chills
down his spine, and feeding that lustful voice in his brain. Shut up! He
lined up to kick the door in, the two agents standing by to follow,
their eyes blazing with intent.
"What the Hell are you three doing?!" a voice yelled from down the
complex. Marshall looked to see the hotel owner staring, a bat in his
hands. The bat dropped as a gunshot took away the inside of his head.
Marshall didn't hesitate to question. A call to local police agencies
would endanger more than these agents. Marshall kicked in the door and
went in with all of the surprise gone. The fear was disappearing to be
replaced by the...nails brushed his face as he hesitated to move any
further forward. He looked sideways at the changing, moaning thing that
had tried to claw his face off. The thing drew back its hand to get
another swipe, as he turned to fire. A kick knocked him forward and
down.
"Move!" the first agent screamed at him as he too entered the
room. His gun fired where the thing had been when he'd aimed. Now it was
on him, ripping at his torso before leaping outside and onto the second
agent, who was able to get off one shot that flew into the back of the
hotel room. His screams punctuated the feeling of complete horror, lust,
and dying that his mind sent out. Marshall tried to clim to his feet
only to be possessed by a heat and a sharp pain in his head that sent
him writhing on the ground.
"Sorry champ. I need blood," the lustful voice said again.
Marshall's inhibitions and focus slipped as a multitude of voices
swallowed him. He felt the first agent being sucked dry now, and felt
the lustful, dark voice slip forward for control as the voices overtook
him.
Marshall leapt to his feet with a wicked laugh and looked at the
now woman.
"Ooooh, you're a surely fucked up individual aren't you? Well,
birds of a feather flock together, and the early bird gets the worm.
What I'm trying to say is there can only be one most fucked up and I'm
afraid that's me. Wouldn't mind a little rape though. Haven't smelled
that fear since..." Marshall's voice said without his normal control.
The woman looked at him, drooling with lust, her hunger now knocked down
a notch from the two agents. "Since that tasty little coworker a few
years back. Of course, she doesn't remember, so no telling. He he."
"Fuck me then," the woman demanded, wiping drool from her mouth
and standing up. Her vagina was dripping with anticipation. She could
smell his lust, and feel his strong presence in her head. She stepped
forward but he shook his head.
"While I could make you share that wonderful body with me without
you even knowing, I prefer my women a little less alive, and I came here
because of that wonderful, fearful little bitch inside you. So let's let
him out, shall we?"
The woman gasped and fell at his knees, her will falling apart and
the fearful Bagman being pulled forward by this man. Marshall's grin
sent chills into even the Beauty, so when Bagman became the dominant
mind once again, he began crying. The painful changes back to Bagman's
form began, but Marshall put a stop to those with a laugh.
"Oh no, I want you to be female until I've had my fill, so no
tricky mental imperatives switching you back. Oh such fear! Now to kill
you, and get me some pussy!" Bagman screamed as the agent's hand clasped
around his neck. Marshall's head twitched and he released Bagman before
collapsing to his hands and knees. "No! Go away! THIS IS MY TIME!"
Bagman screamed as the Beauty's mind swallowed his once more. She
didn't hesitate to give into their shared fear and dash out the door.
Marshall screamed and climbed to his feet, the crazy light his eyes had
for a moment possessed gone, and the cool control back. He raised his
gun and squeezed off a shot that connected with the Beauty's shoulder,
sending her down. He walked towards her, his gun trained on her as she
tried climbing back up. He fired again, this time into her other
shoulder. She cried out again and flipped over, her smell washing over
Marshall and boggling him for a second. He focused again, pushing the
voices back and reaching into the woman for the other who'd tried coming
out. She let out a feminine roar and then a moan as the other was worked
from her.
"Mr. Bagman, I'm here to help. I'm with the Branch. If you'll
assist me in holding back...'Beauty', I can call in a recovery team and
we can cure you of whatever the Hell has happened. If you don't think
you can, then I can kill you now, and end this fear," Marshall offered.
"Help me. I'd give anything for my life and body...no! This is my
body! Perfection is mine. Fuck me! No! I'll help. Make the call quick,"
Bagman said, his mind flowing between Bagman and the "Beauty". Marshall
pulled out his cell, concentrating hard on keeping the panicking, angry
thing within Bagman at bay.
"Henning, get a recovery team here pronto. I've got the target and
I'm short any backup," Marshall demanded.
"Right away. We've got your signal and we'll be there in less than
3 minutes with every bit of backup you could want," Henning responded.
The phone clicked and Marshall snapped his shut. Tires screeching caught
his attention, but he didn't have time to spin before a gunshot rang and
sent numbness throughout his back. Marshall went down, blood oozing from
his mouth as he gasped at the woman. Bagman's female face contorted with
fear and then rage as the "Beauty" resumed her control once more. But
then her features softened as she passed out. A dart in her arm
explained that before Marshall blacked out.
* * *
The agent approached the passed out woman, and her dead companion.
His team unloaded a cage similar to the one they'd used to pick up his
earlier find and they threw the woman into it. The agent smiled as the
van was loaded with their catch. He climbed into the back with the other
men and watched the sun fade as the door slammed down to give way to the
electric lighting inside. The agent, whose name was Thorpe, patted the
special cage near one of the "safe zones" that were free of electric
charge. He stared at the perfect figure below him.
"You just made my life, you bitch. Sleep well, because you've got
a lot of work ahead of you now that you're under the control of your
creators," Thorpe said. He leaned back against the wall and fell asleep
as well. It was going to be a long drive to where they were going and he
needed sleep to be prepared for his newly set career.
To be concluded...
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