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Costume TF continued..

Xenomorph

Days past, days turned to weeks and I hadn't moved from that spot since I was changed, I don't know why but I was starting to be at ease with being a Xenomorph, I didn't know if it was the costumes comforts or if it was just messing with my head, I couldn't sit here any longer though....getting hungry....after I raid the fridge.....I'll try to figure this shit out.

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The house was a complete mess, it could've reminded you of 'No man's land' from world war one. A large pile of post was gathering at the door, tables and chairs were slung to the floor, a huge packing box was on its side, packing peanuts all over the floor, paper and other household nick nacks were littered everywhere, lamps were on their sides and the TV on top of a wooden case in the corner was smashed in….even the wall mirror was broken, a deep splintered crack in the middle of it as if someone had punched it out of hatred…and in the corner was a curled black mass, silently breathing, lying still…motionless, wet pitter patter of saliva dripping onto the floor from a forever snarling maw……

So...here I was, days later and now a Xenomorph from those Alien films, y'know the ones, black bodies, dome heads, wicked claws and tails, considered to be the deadliest creature known to man and space? Well...in the films they are, as they're supposed to be fictional and not real at all. But quite recently I'm a very living, breathing and drooling proof that they are real, I was just a great big example of it. I'm huddled in my little corner, curled up, still confused and frightened at what's just happened to me. My alien stomach growls, reaching my clawed hands down slowly and rubbing my chest with a hiss. That's all I could think about, you would be this hungry to if you hadn't eaten in weeks, god knows how I could last that long, it must have something to do with this costume, but I'm to hungry to care. Slowly I uncurl from my corner, blinking mentally…placing my clawed hands onto the cold vinyl floor boards, looking down at them in my hunched position, still unused to seeing such a thing that was now me, then my legs…carefully bringing them forward to sit on my haunches, my muscles ached greatly as I hadn't moved much at all these past few weeks. My tail slowly to, unfurled behind me, scratching the wall and tearing off a shred of wallpaper which clung to the scythe like blade on the end of the bony, spine tail. I look behind myself and spot it, bringing around my tail and picking off the paper with a deep sigh that came out as a low hiss. Ive gotten up fully now and stretch all my limbs, making an odd grunting noise as I leant back down and walked towards the kitchen…leaving a puddle where I had been curled from the drool.

Walking into the kitchen, you could still see nothing had moved since I first got the costume, dishes from my breakfast that morning and the empty mug I had from my coffee days earlier….I start to sob silently…wiping over my dome head to try and wipe tears even though there were no eyes to make them…my sobs came out as soft screeches, still sobbing as I opened the fridge only to be greeted by a empty one. It struck me I was supposed to go food shopping that day…but obviously…I was delayed in doing so……..I snarl and punch the wall next to it, hissing deeply and slamming the fridge door! Making it shudder in place till all went silent once more I wailed, moving back into the living room, clawed feet clacking on the hard floor….just then, the doorbell rang and I froze! I stopped and listened….nothing for a few seconds till it dinged again, my stomach lurching a promising thought flooded my mind. There was prey on the other side of that door….I could open that door up quick, pull the human inside and feed…slamming it shut before anyone could see or hear him cry for help. I find myself inching towards the door, I could hear the person on the other side, shuffling their feet, what was I doing?! I couldn't do this! I am human I cant kill another because I'm hungry…but this desire to feed was overwhelming, this costume was pressing into my thoughts, demanding I feed but my other half fighting back against it…my claw reached out for the handle…I was yelling at myself not to do it, My body trembled just as I heard the human give up and walk away….

With a great sigh I stand there, I'm shaking…claw still poised to open the door, I slumped to the floor, broken and mentally exhausted. A strange feeling washed over me then, I couldn't place my finger on it, its like someone's behind you but cant see them, just you know somehow
I whirl around, expecting to see someone but not a soul was there…

I felt like I was playing that board game 'Guess who' with myself.

I couldn't except this, this was to sudden to just let sink in, a living costume was talking to me, its transformed me into a movie monster and to really take the piss its been roaming around inside my mind, I felt anger boiling up inside me, screeching I pound the floor and hiss greatly.

There was a brief pause, somehow I could feel the costume thinking over what I just said…
I scoff at him
I could almost feel this costumes emotions as well as my own, all tangled up in the mass of thoughts.
This thing was just not getting it, and…I could swear it seemed hurt in a way that I was very much the opposite of happy.

I couldn't believe my sudden outburst of anger, my chest was rising and falling rapidly and my tail was swaying due to the tension and emotional explosion, grazing the floor.
There was no reply from the costume and I felt it mentally wince when I told it I hated it, it just hissed softly to me…which was soothing a little but it didn't rid the fact I was still angry

I wasn't sure what to do now, it seemed so very sad, it just wanted to be alive, but I still had no idea why it is alive in the first place, but…nonetheless…hearing its story. It even spoke saddened, its voice a lower hissed tone than it was before, I feel him mentally weep, if he could he'd have his tail between his legs like a dog just been shouted at by its owner….strangely I found myself doing that, lowering my head, tail between my legs I leant down, looking at my eyeless face in a piece of broken mirror on the floor…I just told it I hate it… I chuckle a little, coming out as a low series of growls

He said
I smiled a toothy grin
Tar'chiss sighed

Tar'chiss thinks hard, till finally he shook his head mentally, giving up

Again, I sense Tar'chiss thinking hard
I roll my imaginary eyes I say with a little laugh. So, I was getting somewhere, It had a name but still this was all just to weird, but my growling stomach brings me right back to the fact I'm still starving here, I look around, Tar'chiss just remains silent for a moment till he butted in

He said with an unhappy sigh
I look around my house, up the stairs, in drawers, cupboards, under the bed and closets till finally back in the kitchen, I open the storage cupboard and find about three tins of tinned fruit, I hold them up to my maw and gnaw on the edge of the tin, piercing the rim and using my claws to rip the rest of the tin open. Looking at the fruit inside in a syrup like thing. I open my mouth and second one, pouring in some and chewing…
I spit out the mangled fruit onto the floor, coughing and spluttering, my second jaw jutting out and hacking out bits of chew fruit.
Spits I say, turning the tin upside down to check before Tar'chiss once again steps in
My mouth began to water as Tar'chiss kept on, the sound of hot flesh and all juices sounded very appealing, yet my mind said otherwise.

He chuckled. I find myself smiling a little to, but a fluttering of outside caught both our attentions, a fat city pigeon had flown down to peck around on my back patio
Almost unbelieving I'm actually suggestion eating a live pigeon. I could tell he was thinking for a bit as he stared at it with me.

Before I knew it, Tar'chiss seized my body from me and sprinted through the kitchen, through the outside area and onto the patio! Seizing the poor bird before it could even coo, Tar'chiss snapped its neck and brought it inside, dumping the fat bird on the table then releasing my body back to me.

I look down at our so called 'meal' dead, limp, wings spread out, lifeless…

I lean down and smell at the bird, it smelled rather good actually, like a roast dinner on Sunday, that type of smell and the eagerness to stuck in that came with it. I pick it up it both my claws, wincing a little and taking a great chomp out of the top, ripping away the top half of the bird so only entrails and its legs were left.

I find myself nodding and slowly chew, crunching bones and marrow, blood oozing out of my fangs a little, I chew a little faster and swallowed…GULP!!
Said Tar'chiss

I took another bite, chewing and swallowing happily, eating everything, the bones, eyes, feathers and even the beak, till there was no more pigeon left! I wipe my mouth of blood and feathers and grin.

I ask

I felt Tar'chiss move in and take control, he walked us back into my destroyed living room and approached a wall, he put my claws onto the wall and grabbed hold, well at least I thought that's what he did, he reached up with my other claw and placed it just in front of that one and climbed! He was climbing the wall!

Tar'chiss laughed as he continued to climb the wall, reaching the ceiling and even crawling along that till we were upside down! I was dumbstruck, I didn't think I could do this! I didn't feel the blood rush to my head or anything and he just sat us there, letting me have control of my limbs back, I wobbled a little but I was still staying on my ceiling, prodding my hanging light.

I hung there, my tail dangling down loosely like a swaying pendulum, my drool dripping down onto the broke table below me. Then a sort of happiness for the first time yet, actually enjoying myself

I could almost sense his heart jump with glee, he washed a soothing, warm sensation over my entire body, obviously loving my acceptance.

With a hiss like chuckle I nod
Tar'chiss ceased the warm feelings He whimpered as I dropped down to the floor.
I hissed to him gently, sitting down on my sofa, careful with my tail and stroked my dome head.

He listened but he wasn't sure if he was going to like what was coming.

There was a pause…

I felt a warmth within me, settling, cosy…the feeling you get when your inside your home, next to a fire and outside its cold and stormy, that feeling of secure.

I could feel something happening to me, Tar'chiss had become silent as I heard bones pop and crack, painlessly this time, odd I thought, but still it was creepy having my bones rearrange like this I nod as my body continued to change back to my old self, I went blind suddenly and felt something cramped around my head, it was hot and stuff, I reach up my claws and slowly remove the head of the Xenomorphs, it felt odd, like taking off a second head if I ever had one! I guess technically I had two if Id be coming to the Xeno's. I got the head off as my nose and face crunched back into place as it came, then, finally getting it fully off and holding the head in my claws, the head back to its rubber self, its teeth back to latex to.

"Wow, that was really freaky, If you can still hear me Tar'chiss, the rest of me now please" Almost on demand, I reached around my back and found that zipper, fumbling with it I unzip the material and pull the flaps back, my legs began to crunch reform, bringing them out of the suits….it felt really strange as I did this, it was like pulling off a layer of my own skin in big chunks. Finally got my legs free and my middle, still wearing the shorts I started with , stepping out fully from the latex suit with just my arms left inside the sleeves. I chuckled as the rest of me was human and just my arms and hands were still and Xenomorphs. Those to I felt began to give a little, slipping them free with that odd peeling feeling like you would an orange! I got my arms free and my hands from the gloves of the costume, or should I say Tar'chiss.

"There we go, I hope that pigeon I ate wont back up on me now I'm human again" Laughing I sit back down on my sofa and put the table back up onto its legs, I set the latex suit beside me on the arm of the chair and the head I prop in front of me on the top, wiping off dust from the table top, I look at the head, or Tar'chiss rather, I felt sorry for him…I take all these feelings and this life for granted while he has just a shell to live…well, with me around he wont have to worry about that again.

I look around my destroyed living room, getting up and picking the first letter off the pile of mail, opening "Well, I've been fired now, Mr Wong gave me the sack! Well, if I go back and make something up, he may give me another chance…now, I better get everything fixed, clean and my stories straight, people are going to want to know where I've been, but first…> I walk over back to table, picking up the suit and laying it over my arm, then picking up the Xenomorph head, holding it in front of me with a chuckle "I best get this place tidy, my bills to pay and a certain shop owner to call to get my job back, get that done and I've a feeling you may live again tonight Tar'chiss"

As I held the head under my arm, I could've said Tar'chiss was smiling….

Description
Costume TF continued..

Xenomorph

Days past, days turned to weeks and I hadn't moved from that spot since I was changed, I don't know why but I was starting to be at ease with being a Xenomorph, I didn't know if it was the costumes comforts or if it was just messing with my head, I couldn't sit here any longer though....getting hungry....after I raid the fridge.....I'll try to figure this shit out.

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The house was a complete mess, it could've reminded you of 'No man's land' from world war one. A large pile of post was gathering at the door, tables and chairs were slung to the floor, a huge packing box was on its side, packing peanuts all over the floor, paper and other household nick nacks were littered everywhere, lamps were on their sides and the TV on top of a wooden case in the corner was smashed in….even the wall mirror was broken, a deep splintered crack in the middle of it as if someone had punched it out of hatred…and in the corner was a curled black mass, silently breathing, lying still…motionless, wet pitter patter of saliva dripping onto the floor from a forever snarling maw……

So...here I was, days later and now a Xenomorph from those Alien films, y'know the ones, black bodies, dome heads, wicked claws and tails, considered to be the deadliest creature known to man and space? Well...in the films they are, as they're supposed to be fictional and not real at all. But quite recently I'm a very living, breathing and drooling proof that they are real, I was just a great big example of it. I'm huddled in my little corner, curled up, still confused and frightened at what's just happened to me. My alien stomach growls, reaching my clawed hands down slowly and rubbing my chest with a hiss. That's all I could think about, you would be this hungry to if you hadn't eaten in weeks, god knows how I could last that long, it must have something to do with this costume, but I'm to hungry to care. Slowly I uncurl from my corner, blinking mentally…placing my clawed hands onto the cold vinyl floor boards, looking down at them in my hunched position, still unused to seeing such a thing that was now me, then my legs…carefully bringing them forward to sit on my haunches, my muscles ached greatly as I hadn't moved much at all these past few weeks. My tail slowly to, unfurled behind me, scratching the wall and tearing off a shred of wallpaper which clung to the scythe like blade on the end of the bony, spine tail. I look behind myself and spot it, bringing around my tail and picking off the paper with a deep sigh that came out as a low hiss. Ive gotten up fully now and stretch all my limbs, making an odd grunting noise as I leant back down and walked towards the kitchen…leaving a puddle where I had been curled from the drool.

Walking into the kitchen, you could still see nothing had moved since I first got the costume, dishes from my breakfast that morning and the empty mug I had from my coffee days earlier….I start to sob silently…wiping over my dome head to try and wipe tears even though there were no eyes to make them…my sobs came out as soft screeches, still sobbing as I opened the fridge only to be greeted by a empty one. It struck me I was supposed to go food shopping that day…but obviously…I was delayed in doing so……..I snarl and punch the wall next to it, hissing deeply and slamming the fridge door! Making it shudder in place till all went silent once more I wailed, moving back into the living room, clawed feet clacking on the hard floor….just then, the doorbell rang and I froze! I stopped and listened….nothing for a few seconds till it dinged again, my stomach lurching a promising thought flooded my mind. There was prey on the other side of that door….I could open that door up quick, pull the human inside and feed…slamming it shut before anyone could see or hear him cry for help. I find myself inching towards the door, I could hear the person on the other side, shuffling their feet, what was I doing?! I couldn't do this! I am human I cant kill another because I'm hungry…but this desire to feed was overwhelming, this costume was pressing into my thoughts, demanding I feed but my other half fighting back against it…my claw reached out for the handle…I was yelling at myself not to do it, My body trembled just as I heard the human give up and walk away….

With a great sigh I stand there, I'm shaking…claw still poised to open the door, I slumped to the floor, broken and mentally exhausted. A strange feeling washed over me then, I couldn't place my finger on it, its like someone's behind you but cant see them, just you know somehow
I whirl around, expecting to see someone but not a soul was there…

I felt like I was playing that board game 'Guess who' with myself.

I couldn't except this, this was to sudden to just let sink in, a living costume was talking to me, its transformed me into a movie monster and to really take the piss its been roaming around inside my mind, I felt anger boiling up inside me, screeching I pound the floor and hiss greatly.

There was a brief pause, somehow I could feel the costume thinking over what I just said…
I scoff at him
I could almost feel this costumes emotions as well as my own, all tangled up in the mass of thoughts.
This thing was just not getting it, and…I could swear it seemed hurt in a way that I was very much the opposite of happy.

I couldn't believe my sudden outburst of anger, my chest was rising and falling rapidly and my tail was swaying due to the tension and emotional explosion, grazing the floor.
There was no reply from the costume and I felt it mentally wince when I told it I hated it, it just hissed softly to me…which was soothing a little but it didn't rid the fact I was still angry

I wasn't sure what to do now, it seemed so very sad, it just wanted to be alive, but I still had no idea why it is alive in the first place, but…nonetheless…hearing its story. It even spoke saddened, its voice a lower hissed tone than it was before, I feel him mentally weep, if he could he'd have his tail between his legs like a dog just been shouted at by its owner….strangely I found myself doing that, lowering my head, tail between my legs I leant down, looking at my eyeless face in a piece of broken mirror on the floor…I just told it I hate it… I chuckle a little, coming out as a low series of growls

He said
I smiled a toothy grin
Tar'chiss sighed

Tar'chiss thinks hard, till finally he shook his head mentally, giving up

Again, I sense Tar'chiss thinking hard
I roll my imaginary eyes I say with a little laugh. So, I was getting somewhere, It had a name but still this was all just to weird, but my growling stomach brings me right back to the fact I'm still starving here, I look around, Tar'chiss just remains silent for a moment till he butted in

He said with an unhappy sigh
I look around my house, up the stairs, in drawers, cupboards, under the bed and closets till finally back in the kitchen, I open the storage cupboard and find about three tins of tinned fruit, I hold them up to my maw and gnaw on the edge of the tin, piercing the rim and using my claws to rip the rest of the tin open. Looking at the fruit inside in a syrup like thing. I open my mouth and second one, pouring in some and chewing…
I spit out the mangled fruit onto the floor, coughing and spluttering, my second jaw jutting out and hacking out bits of chew fruit.
Spits I say, turning the tin upside down to check before Tar'chiss once again steps in
My mouth began to water as Tar'chiss kept on, the sound of hot flesh and all juices sounded very appealing, yet my mind said otherwise.

He chuckled. I find myself smiling a little to, but a fluttering of outside caught both our attentions, a fat city pigeon had flown down to peck around on my back patio
Almost unbelieving I'm actually suggestion eating a live pigeon. I could tell he was thinking for a bit as he stared at it with me.

Before I knew it, Tar'chiss seized my body from me and sprinted through the kitchen, through the outside area and onto the patio! Seizing the poor bird before it could even coo, Tar'chiss snapped its neck and brought it inside, dumping the fat bird on the table then releasing my body back to me.

I look down at our so called 'meal' dead, limp, wings spread out, lifeless…

I lean down and smell at the bird, it smelled rather good actually, like a roast dinner on Sunday, that type of smell and the eagerness to stuck in that came with it. I pick it up it both my claws, wincing a little and taking a great chomp out of the top, ripping away the top half of the bird so only entrails and its legs were left.

I find myself nodding and slowly chew, crunching bones and marrow, blood oozing out of my fangs a little, I chew a little faster and swallowed…GULP!!
Said Tar'chiss

I took another bite, chewing and swallowing happily, eating everything, the bones, eyes, feathers and even the beak, till there was no more pigeon left! I wipe my mouth of blood and feathers and grin.

I ask

I felt Tar'chiss move in and take control, he walked us back into my destroyed living room and approached a wall, he put my claws onto the wall and grabbed hold, well at least I thought that's what he did, he reached up with my other claw and placed it just in front of that one and climbed! He was climbing the wall!

Tar'chiss laughed as he continued to climb the wall, reaching the ceiling and even crawling along that till we were upside down! I was dumbstruck, I didn't think I could do this! I didn't feel the blood rush to my head or anything and he just sat us there, letting me have control of my limbs back, I wobbled a little but I was still staying on my ceiling, prodding my hanging light.

I hung there, my tail dangling down loosely like a swaying pendulum, my drool dripping down onto the broke table below me. Then a sort of happiness for the first time yet, actually enjoying myself

I could almost sense his heart jump with glee, he washed a soothing, warm sensation over my entire body, obviously loving my acceptance.

With a hiss like chuckle I nod
Tar'chiss ceased the warm feelings He whimpered as I dropped down to the floor.
I hissed to him gently, sitting down on my sofa, careful with my tail and stroked my dome head.

He listened but he wasn't sure if he was going to like what was coming.

There was a pause…

I felt a warmth within me, settling, cosy…the feeling you get when your inside your home, next to a fire and outside its cold and stormy, that feeling of secure.

I could feel something happening to me, Tar'chiss had become silent as I heard bones pop and crack, painlessly this time, odd I thought, but still it was creepy having my bones rearrange like this I nod as my body continued to change back to my old self, I went blind suddenly and felt something cramped around my head, it was hot and stuff, I reach up my claws and slowly remove the head of the Xenomorphs, it felt odd, like taking off a second head if I ever had one! I guess technically I had two if Id be coming to the Xeno's. I got the head off as my nose and face crunched back into place as it came, then, finally getting it fully off and holding the head in my claws, the head back to its rubber self, its teeth back to latex to.

"Wow, that was really freaky, If you can still hear me Tar'chiss, the rest of me now please" Almost on demand, I reached around my back and found that zipper, fumbling with it I unzip the material and pull the flaps back, my legs began to crunch reform, bringing them out of the suits….it felt really strange as I did this, it was like pulling off a layer of my own skin in big chunks. Finally got my legs free and my middle, still wearing the shorts I started with , stepping out fully from the latex suit with just my arms left inside the sleeves. I chuckled as the rest of me was human and just my arms and hands were still and Xenomorphs. Those to I felt began to give a little, slipping them free with that odd peeling feeling like you would an orange! I got my arms free and my hands from the gloves of the costume, or should I say Tar'chiss.

"There we go, I hope that pigeon I ate wont back up on me now I'm human again" Laughing I sit back down on my sofa and put the table back up onto its legs, I set the latex suit beside me on the arm of the chair and the head I prop in front of me on the top, wiping off dust from the table top, I look at the head, or Tar'chiss rather, I felt sorry for him…I take all these feelings and this life for granted while he has just a shell to live…well, with me around he wont have to worry about that again.

I look around my destroyed living room, getting up and picking the first letter off the pile of mail, opening "Well, I've been fired now, Mr Wong gave me the sack! Well, if I go back and make something up, he may give me another chance…now, I better get everything fixed, clean and my stories straight, people are going to want to know where I've been, but first…> I walk over back to table, picking up the suit and laying it over my arm, then picking up the Xenomorph head, holding it in front of me with a chuckle "I best get this place tidy, my bills to pay and a certain shop owner to call to get my job back, get that done and I've a feeling you may live again tonight Tar'chiss"

As I held the head under my arm, I could've said Tar'chiss was smiling….