★Memorable Author: [El_Roy_1999] The Procedure

[El_Roy_1999]

The Procedure
by El_Roy_1999
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You know the kind of girl that always gets in trouble? Everyone knows at least one. The young woman that tries everything at least once, never says no to a challenge and sees life as a one-time-opportunity to be outrageous. For me, that's July. It's not her full name, of course. Originally, she was called Giulianna, but she chose to be called the way she is now. When we were at school, she'd be the first to smoke, the first to suck off a boy and to lick a girl, the first one to fuck someone and the first one to pass out in class from too much alcohol and drugs. She was totally crazy, but so over-the-top that the other girls wouldn't call her a slut. They'd just shake their heads or admire her for her courage. Playing truth or dare with her would mean getting her to the hospital later on.

I think you understand what she is like. What's fascinating is that she's resilient as hell. She's not someone who gives up and just dies. When she almost broke her neck in a motorcycle accident, she just waited the minimum required time to recover, then she was back on the street, racing people for the fun of it. She survived things most people wouldn't even encounter in their life. She was shot once, fell in a freezing lake in the winter, was run over by a car and overdosed twice. She has some kind of unfulfilled death wish.
I've known her for years now, but July never told me what made her do this and it's probably just as well. I offered to organise a psychologist for her, I have a friend who wouldn't even have charged, but she wouldn't have it. It's weird, but that's the way she is.

For a couple of years, there had been rumours about "the procedure". I hadn't heard of it until July told me, but since this day I was interested. No one really seemed to know what it was about. It had originated in Russia or Mongolia, maybe China. It wasn't clear what it did, but quite a few people amongst the crowd she was running with had heard of people who had met someone who had had it or talked to someone who had had it. It was quite mysterious. People talked about it being the most awesome sexual kick you could get, more powerful than cocaine. Others said that it made you invulnerable and immortal.
Since most people couldn't even be certain of what it consisted of, the rumours were just that, rumours. However, the idea made people crave it. It was the talk of the message boards, people met in private clubs to discuss it. Whenever some news surfaced about it, people flocked to the place to take a look, but they were usually disappointed. Of course, July was right in the middle of it. She had been traveling, hitchhiking from one corner of the globe to the next, living of the land as good as she could. She didn't have much money anyway, so she just worked her way to her goal.

A couple of weeks ago, she called me on my mobile. I was surprised to hear of her. She seemed stressed.
"Hi Ed. It's July."
"Hi. Long time no see. Are you in town?"
"Yes. Say, Ed, could you come and pick me up tonight?"
"Tonight?"
"Yes. I think it'll be done by three in the morning."
"Three in the morning? Shit, I have to work tomorrow. Besides, what'll be done?"
"'It'."
"What?"
"'It'. You know... 'It'."
"I don't get it."
"Fuck. Can't talk on the phone. Anyway. Will you come and pick me up?"
"Okay... Fine. But don't get in trouble."
"Me? Never."
"Whatever."

[solitariodude]

Oh ho! Dude, you have a non-stop knack for cranking up some interesting tales... can't wait to see where this one goes!

[El_Roy_1999]

When my alarm clock rang at half past two, I woke up tiredly, pulled on my clothes, took my keys and stumbled down to my car. I got in and just as I shut the door to keep the cold out, I got a text. It said: "Sry. Get me at 45/17. Home is shit. Ow." That's July to you. She's just the person to text "Ow" at this time of the night. Anyway, I just started the car and drove over. Honestly, I was quite sure that just driving back home and getting a good night of sleep would be a better idea, but I went along with it.
The place was in a bad part of the town. I drove by liquor shops, pawn brokers, tired-looking prostitutes and derelict buildings. I couldn't help locking the car doors. Eventually, the street corner came up. I parked the car and looked around. The broken streetlight gave of a rhythmically flashing circle of brightness that plunged everything else into even deeper darkness. I couldn't see her anywhere. I called her on the phone, but she wouldn't answer. This was bad.

I opened the car door, took out my flashlight and the length of rubber pipe I have in my car for these occasions, locked it and took a look around. Nobody. Good and bad. I walked to the alleyway and switched on my flashlight. Nothing. A homeless person stared at me in frozen ignorance. I turned back slowly, keeping my wits about. I didn't want to get into trouble. I walked to the next alley. This one was even worse. There was a horrible stink to it. I checked it with my light, but still didn't see her.
Suddenly, I recognised a human form slumped against the dirty brick wall. I looked down at the shape and saw her.
"July?"
She lifted her head slowly, she was in pain. Her face was swollen, there was blood all over her. I started shaking and ran over to her.
"July!"
She gritted her teeth and tried to lift her hand, which was just as bloody as her face. She produced a pained moan. I crouched down next to her.
"What happened? I'll get an ambulance."
I reached for my phone, but she stopped me with a look. She mumbled:
"No ambulance. It's alright. Just get me home."
"But you're all bloody."
"It's okay. Home. Please. Now."
"But..."
"No but. I'm fine. It's okay. Just home. I'll explain later."
I tried to help her up, but discovered that the rest of her body was in even worse state. There was even more blood. The smell was nauseating. I managed to keep a clear head and helped her stumble over to my car. Only when we were on our way did I realise that she was naked except for a blanket and that she clung to a small plastic bag. I was desperate. What did she get herself into this time?
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I managed to cover the seats in my car with the emergency blanket and helped her inside. She as skinny and light as always, courtesy of her ongoing battle with anorexia and no money. As I lifted her in, I realised that she was naked and that her body was covered in blood and that there were dozens of small wounds all over . Some were long and thin, like cuts, others were round and still others were just huge bruises. To be honest, I really wanted to just bring her to the hospital and be done with it, even though I was sure she had no insurance. I asked again, but she just sneered at me and said:
"Home. Please. It hurts."
I swallowed my skepticism and drove back to my house. As I was driving, she drifted in and out of consciousness and occasionally said weird, incoherent sins. All the time, I just hoped we wouldn't be stopped by a cop. Explaining this mess would be hard. No. It would be impossible.
When I finally stopped the car and helped her out, I felt relieved. I led her upstairs and into my flat. She landed on the sofa, the only piece of furniture in my home that wasn't currently under joint management. Right now, I was getting a divorce, that is, my wife was getting one, and I had realised that most of the stuff in the flat was actually owned by us rather than me. Still, the couch was every bit as ugly as it had always been, so I could keep it.
I got her a glass of water and asked:
"Okay. So what do we do now? What happened to you?"
She waited for a few seconds, then answered slowly, as if in a dream:
"Could you clean me up? Please. It's so sticky and it smells."
"Sure, but what happened to you? Are you sure I shouldn't get a doctor?"
"No doctor. I got it. They wouldn't understand."
She grabbed me with her thin fingers and looked me in the eyes:
"Listen. No doctor. You have to understand. I had it. I won't let them take it away now that it's mine."
I tried to free myself from her grip.
"What?"

[solitariodude]

What? WHAT??

[El_Roy_1999]

After turning on the hot water and filling the bathtub, I carried her over slowly and cleaned of the now dried blood from all over her body. It was a strange sensation. Since I was in the middle of a divorce, I was unsure whether this was a good idea. I was quite certain that getting her to a hospital would be better for the both of us, but she was adamant. After I put on some sterile  gloves, I rubbed off the blood and pus as good as I could. She winced whenever I touched one of the fresh cuts and bruises she had all over her body. I had no idea what had happened to her, but I was beginning to suspect something. When her tanned skin was finally clean, I dried her off and returned her to the couch. It was strange to see: Her skin was not tanned in the same way as bikini models were, it was more similar to the skin you get from living outdoors.
I made us some tea, then I asked again:
"So: What happened?"
She gave me a weary look and said:
"I got it."
"Oh, come on! I just saved your ass over there it's time you tell me what's going on."
She grinned at me and shook her head:
"Saved my ass? Not quite." She made a dismissive motion. "But you're right. You deserve to know..."
She paused for effect. I gave her an angry stare.
"I had the procedure."
"Which one?"
"THE PROCEDURE! You know, the thing everybody's talking about. Don't you have any contact to reality anymore? I found someone who performs it and I got him to do it."
"But what is it?"
"Honestly, I don't know for sure. The doctor didn't seem to be too certain about it either."
I stared at her in total disbelief. Was she honestly saying this? How could anyone be so stupid. I had to get her to a real doctor now. Maybe even to a psychiatrist too. She might as well be dying now, with some asshole having stolen her kidneys. But there she was happily drinking tea. What was wrong with her?
"There's nothing wrong with me."
"Did I say something?"
"Yes. You pretty much blurted out your internal monologue. Relax. I know what I'm doing. Just let me rest. I'll explain tomorrow."
I shook my head and just left. This was too stupid. I went on to sleep in the bedroom. It was cold and lonely.

[El_Roy_1999]

When I woke up, it was still dark. I hate winters. I looked at my alarm clock and realised that it was 7 am. I had slept three hours and was supposed to be at work in half an hour. I decided to call in sick and stumbled out of my bed looking for my trousers. My phone was in my pocket, at least I hoped so. I looked around in the living room, found the trousers but failed to see July. Where was she?
I was wide awake in a second.
I looked around, panicking. I sincerely hoped that she hadn't just left in her state or that she had somehow disappeared. I ran around, stubbed my toe against the sofa table and stumbled into the kitchen. There was... someone.
I breathed in sharply. There was a hugely tall and thin person standing in front of my fridge.
I ventured closer and asked:
"Who are you? What are you doing in my kitchen?"

The enormous humanoid figure seemed to laugh and suddenly twisted around on its waist. It looked even crazier now. The person looked at me, her face invisible in the fridge's backlight.
"Ed? What's your problem?"
"July? What the hell happened to you?"
"It's the procedure. It's starting to work."
"But..."
"Look!"
She turned her legs around so as to align her shoulders and her hips and walked closer. Her gait was hypnotic and deeply unsettling. She turned on the light. I stared at her distended and bizarre body, her head seemed small up there. She must have been seven feet tall and gaunt as a supermodel on a diet. Her cropped black hair made her look even more alien. She bent down and said:
"I was hungry. I hope you don't mind I took some food."
I was still stunned:
"No problem at all."
"Good."
She gave me a toothy grin and twisted back to get more food from the fridge. As she was eating, she added:
"Say, could you get me some more stuff? I'll pay you back, but I can't get out now, I'm in the middle of something."
"In the middle of..."
She twisted her neck by 180 degrees and said:
"Pretty please."

Even if I could have said no, I was so sick in this moment that I preferred not eating a thing.

[solitariodude]

  Getting my hopes up... with that height and appetite, can only wonder

[Japagreipe]

Alright, you certainly got my attention now! Can hardly wait for more.

[martybong2]

Would love to read more about how her body becomes all freaky like being able to twist her head right round. K+

[El_Roy_1999]

I got out in the cold. It had started snowing again. I was all wrapped up in my coat, scarf and hat. I have to admit, I was scared, I felt cold inside. Think about it: I've known July for a long time now and she was never the sanest of persons. Also, I wasn't even sure I could trust her. As far as I was concerned, she had done everything she could to make me distrust her. I sincerely hoped my wife wouldn't turn up at our home now. It'd be a disaster. Imagine the fallout. July was crazy enough to come up with some insane story and I'd be to blame.
With these thoughts, I sped up my steps. When I reached the supermarket, Dave, the guy who usually manned the checkout counter,  waved at me. I walked over, taking off my hat and freeing me of my scarf. Stupid thing. My wife knitted back when we were still dating. I should have thrown it away, but it still has some memories attached to it. It's hard to let go of such a thing, even though it's orange and green.
"Ed! Hey, Ed."
"Yes, what's up?"
"Ed, there were some guys looking for you."
"At the supermarket?"
"Yes."
"Why at the supermarket?"
"I don't know, but they showed me a photograph of you. It wasn't very well done though."
"What? Did they tell you why?"
"Nope. Didn't tell them anything about you either. My granny is from the East. She always told me, deny everything."
"Okay... Did they show you an identification or something?"
"Not that I know."
"Well then, thank you. Whatever."
"Sure. Don't know what they wanted."
He wanted to go on, but the woman who was next in line interjected:
"Can we go on? It's cold and I want to get home now."
Dave turned around.
"Sure, Mrs. Brozinski. Don't worry, Ed, it's probably nothing."
"Dave!"
"Yes, Mrs. Brozinski. Right away."

He went on checking her merchandise. I quickly walked through the supermarket, picking up some food and drinks. I honestly couldn't say what I bought, I was worried by all this. First July, now some noseys. This wasn't good.

[El_Roy_1999]

When I finally returned home, the sun had finally gone up. I carried my purchases to the flat and unlocked the door. July was back on the sofa and looked normal. She was watching TV and eating the sad remains of the Christmas cookies my wife had baked. I kicked the door shut and stepped out of my shoes, then I walked over to her and took a look at her. She was wearing one of my T-shirts and some of my shorts. She looked at me smugly and asked:
"Got some food?"
My eyes went wide. I couldn't help my outburst:
"What the fuck is wrong with you? You come to my home, all fucked up, you empty my fridge, you send me to get you food. I'm doing this since I believe that you are in trouble, but there you are, lounging and just asking stupid questions! Are you out of your fucking mind?"
I was really angry, but she just grinned and said:
"Calm down. I'm sorry. It's been a little much for me lately." She switched back to serious mode and added: "Thank you for everything. I wouldn't know what I'd do without you."
I was still simmering with anger. She got up quickly and walked over to me. She put her arms on my shoulders and smiled at me. She had this cute nose she wiggled for a second. I hate it when women do that. I love it and it makes me forget the shit they just did.
"Ed, I'm sorry for being ungrateful. Let me make it up to you."

Fuck.

Did she just say that?

Had I unexpectedly walked into a porn movie?
"I'll just get that to the kitchen, then I'll explain everything as good as I can. Do you want some scrambled eggs? I'm dying for those."
So much for porn.
"Yeah. That would be nice. I'll just call my boss and tell him I'll stay at home."
"Fine."

I went to the bathroom as fast as I could. Oh my God. I had the hardest of hard-ons right now. I looked at myself in the mirror and said to myself:
"You're so going to fuck this up. It's going to cost you, but you're going to fuck her. Screw the divorce, screw the money. You are going to bang her."
I pumped my fist at the mirror, then calmed down to sound weak enough for my boss to believe my story. Surprisingly enough, he just said okay and wished me a speedy recovery. Who'd have thought. After that, it was time for some scrambled eggs. We sat in the kitchen, eating the worst food I'd eaten in years. My wife had some trouble with the other facts of marriage, but she was an awesome cook. This was harsh. Really harsh. I smiled my way through the impressively bad dish and then I asked:
"So, tell me about the procedure. What is this all about?"

[El_Roy_1999]

July took her time, then said:
"Well, it's about this." With these words, she pulled up the T-shirt, revealing her rail-thin upper body. You could see her ribs and see that she was grossly underweight. What shocked me more, though, was the fact that her chest and stomach were covered in dozens of fresh scars, most of them barely healed. I had seen them, of course, while I washed her, but I was dazed and tired at the time and just happy that she was alive. The cuts were crudely sewn shut, some of them were covered in scab, others still oozed lymph.
"As far as I know, the procedure was invented by a Russian doctor at a gulag. I'm pretty sure that the first subjects weren't volunteers. However, those who received it were able to become more than they were. I'm not sure about the details, it still hurts a lot, but I feel better already. Better than ever before."
I gave her an incredulous look.
"No, really. The doctor performing the procedure implants special pieces of biological matter that were grown in a lab in this gulag. They say that the matter came from space and was discovered after the Tunguska incident."
I shook my head:
"I can't believe you would let someone cut you open and put some biohazard stuff into your body. Stuff of which you know neither the source nor the effect. This is completely insane!"
She cocked her head:
"But Ed, don't you know I've always been a little reckless?"
"Reckless, maybe, but this? This is just stupid."
"Calm down. I fell it working. Don't you remember this morning?"
"This actually happened?"
"Sure."
She grinned and twisted her torso around so that she still looked me in the eyes but could also look down at her back. Her spine had contorted into a kind of spiral.
"Everything is fine. I just need some time to adjust and see where this leads me to. Please let me stay for a while, okay?"
I guess I must have fallen unconscious, because I can't remember a thing of what happened next. I woke up in bed a little later.

[El_Roy_1999]

I opened my eyes and saw July lie next to me. She smiled and asked:
"How do you feel?"
"Bad." My head hurt like crazy. "I dreamed that you had alien stuff implanted in your body."
She gave me the most carefree look I could imagine.
"But I probably did."
I looked at her with the most dumbfounded expression.
"Don't look at me like that. You'll get used to it. Besides, as soon as I got everything under control, I'll be off. Don't worry. Also, look at this."
She removed the cover and stood up on the mattress. Suddenly, her body lengthened and grew becoming tall and thin just as I had seen the first time in the morning. She bent down, pulling my cover away with spindly fingers and gave me a lusty look. Her face looked tiny on this bizarre body.
"Listen, Ed, I couldn't help noticing that you've been lonesome for some time. Well, so have I. You know how it is."
"I'm still married. Imagine she finds out."
"She probably knows already. She was here and I told her to piss off."
"What? When?"
"You've been out for a day. Must have been the stress. However..." She grabbed my shorts and pulled them off, revealing my stiffening cock. "...I'm beginning to feel a little bored and I'd really wish to test what these alien things do in bed."
She came very close and licked my face.
"And you do too." She grabbed my dick and started fingering it with her bizarre spidery hand.

I gave up my resistance. Honestly, this woman had seriously fucked up my entire situation, so she might as well fuck up the rest of it. I pulled off my socks and T-shirt, then started caressing her stick-thin body. It was a weird experience since I'd always preferred curvy girls, but July was so strange and alien, I guess it just made me horny by thinking about it.

[El_Roy_1999]

Within a few seconds, I had a hard-on and was gladly enjoying the closeness. I squeezed her small butt-cheeks, grabbed her pointy nipples and rubbed my neck against hers, licking her nape. She continued fingering me, making me quiver with desire. I returned the favour, but she stopped me and said:
"Wait. Watch this."
I wondered what would happen next when she bent over backwards and started licking my cock from behind. I stared at her bent stomach when she suddenly sank her cunt on my cock and started pumping, licking and fingering me at the same time. I was still shocked by her topless torso fucking my brains out, making my mind melt with lust while also giving me that deep-down feeling of alienation the situation forced upon me. By the time I was ready to come, she had begun to pump my cock like crazy, coming seconds ahead of me.
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I laid there, completely relaxed. The sex was just what I needed. All the weariness had disappeared. I looked at the enormously tall, stick-thin woman next to me and turned over, pinching her nipple. She gave me an impression of mock annoyance. I laid beside her and said:
"Wow. That was awesome."
"Yes. It's funny, though."
"What?"
"Well, you look so small now. It's really cool how the perspective changes."
She sat up, her thin body four feet high.
"I wonder what will happen next?"
"More sex?"
"Sure. But I mean with the procedure. I wonder what will be the next change."
I knelt so that I could reach up to her face and said:
"I wonder too. This is insane, but it's really great too."
"Should have had it years ago."
She looked me in the eyes and said:
"Kiss me."
I hesitated. Of course, I was being divorced. I was alone. I was free. Almost. Still, I wasn't sure whether I should sever this line just yet.
"Kiss me." She insisted.
I laid my lips on hers.
"What is it with you? Can't you just...?"
"I'm not sure..."
She rolled her eyes, knelt down in front of me, bent backwards so her torso came out between her legs, twisted it around and set her fingers around her waiting snatch. She gave it a lick, then turned her head around again and said:
"Come on. Lick me if you can't kiss me."
My eyes were watering from the physiological abomination in front of me, but I complied.

[El_Roy_1999]

By the time we were done, my day-to-night rhythm had grown so confused that I just fell asleep in between. I must have been sick somehow. I dreamed a lot of crazy incoherent stuff and had a hard time just staying clear in my mind. When I woke up, it was midday, the sun was a whiteish blob in the gray winter sky and my had hurt. I looked around, wondering where July had gone. She wasn't there.
I got up, scratched my privates (I felt a little sore), then walked over to the bathroom. This was the moment I saw the huge blob in the middle of the room. I freaked out. It was a large slimy sphere, filled with a milky substance and enveloped by a thick membrane. For a second, I thought that whatever July had had implanted into her body had turned her into a blob-person. I decided that this was too stupid. Then I realised that I wasn't too far from the truth. She was in there, back to her normal size, floating in the liquid. I freaked out. Was she part of some insane alien pregnancy?
I looked around, saw the empty food packets, the water trail on the floor, the huge slime sphere on the sad remains of the rug and I just screamed. July floated in her transparent blob and ignored me. Outside, somebody unlocked the door.

My wife.

Fuck.