Eve-1 Thirteenth Feat

The incubator's interior was filled with strange lumps of flesh. A suffocating vapor that
smelled of culture medium, with stomach acid, sweat, and saliva mixed in, pierced his
nostrils.
Toshiaki edged back. He felt vomit rising to his throat, but could not look away.
It looked like entrails had been stretched out like clay, minced up, and thrown together
into its present state. Slime oozed from all over. Rose-colored lips moved seductively, a
lilting tongue flapping between them. A series of tentacles tipped with nails stroked the body
from which they extended. A reddish black crevice down the center contracted together with
its surrounding folds. On the other side was a smooth and sublimely curved breast, towering
like an enormous confection. In the midst of the grotesque organs that surrounded it, it alone
was pure and beautiful. Every time a pulse ran across the flesh's surface, it shivered gently. The lips puckered up.
The head-like blob in which they rested stretched out snakily and lifted like a goose's
neck. It honed in on Toshiaki and formed a smile like a crescent.
"Toshiaki..."
Hairs stood up all over his body.
A protrusion in the snaking neck swelled from a speck to the size of a potato, then
moved up and settled above the lips. It expanded further into cheeks. A nose popped out
between them. Two closed eyes carved themselves out. A forehead spread out. A woman's
face. Thin, black hair sprouted like countless earthworms emerging from the soil. Toshiaki
covered his mouth, at last realizing what was taking shape.
Kiyomi opened her eyes.
She caught him in her sight. He tried to look away, but their gazes were locked. Her
pupils glazed over. Crimson capillaries spread throughout the whites of her eyes as they
expanded into perfect circles and stared.
"I've been waiting.. Her head came closer on its long neck.
"I've been waiting...waiting for you," Kiyomi repeated with flushed cheeks and a smile.
She stretched out a tongue and licked her lips.
The flesh around her neck extended to the sides, forming shoulders and a pair of
delicate collar bones. The exposed breast shifted and adhered itself to her chest. Another
slowly swelled up next to it.
Kiyomi's upper body was now almost complete.
A slender waist and small navel took shape. Her torso swelled out on both sides like
fins, dividing into arms. Tentacles crawled sinuously about and gathered into wrists. Kiyomi
lifted up her hands from within the slimy liquid and wriggled her fingers. She bent her head
back and took a deep breath. She touched her throat with both hands, then groped herself
gently from chest to waist.
Toshiaki's entire body was shaking. The shape before him was completely
indistinguishable from the real Kiyomi. The overhang of her shoulders, the shape of her
breasts, the curves of her waist...all Kiyomi to a tee. But the thing now writhing in the
incubator did not have the supple, smooth skin of a real human being. Bile pushed further up
Toshiaki's throat.
Kiyomi smiled sensuously. Her lips were full and pink like ripe, crushed fruit. Her long
eyebrows furrowed as if in distress, her eyes went moist, and large teardrops came to the
corners of her eyes. This was a face that Kiyomi had never shown, that of a true slut
desperately lusting after a man.
"Toshiaki...I've been waiting for you," Kiyomi purred like a cat.
She placed one hand on the incubator door, then pulled her shoulders forward. The rest
of her unformed body made a foul, damp sound as it fell splattering to the floor. Bits flew on
to Toshiaki and he hastily covered himself.
This unformed mass of flesh writhed around and swiftly changed form. Her vagina and
womb, the only fully formed organs that had yet to assume their positions, ascended to her
waist as if swimming up a waterfall. Her lower curves chiseled themselves into symmetry,
and a long line yawned open down their middle. The womb was absorbed into Kiyomi's
body, and the vagina settled in her lower abdomen, its mouth turned towards him almost
defiantly. Matted pubic hair sprouted above it. Her hips swelled out and gained a luscious
mass. Kiyomi swayed them left and right.
"Toshiaki, look at my body."
She took a step forward with a squishing sound.
Then, another step.
Toshiaki drew back with a hand over his mouth, but the distance between them was
growing smaller.
Kiyomi was now fully rendered down to her ankles. Her heels and toe nails were still
ambiguous blobs, but close to being finished. She took yet another step closer.
Part Three: Evolution. Chapter 6. Pages 179-181.