it was the flavour that stood out to me, sweet yet salty, the crunch of bone and sinew shredded into mush as my teeth ground down the human carcass into pure biomass I couldn't get enough of it, I could feel its knowledge flowing into my mind far too complex for me to understand as most of it dripped from my consciousness like the water from a net, abstract concepts came and went as fast as they appeared leaving me confused yet hungry for more information.

The world around me faded into oblivion as the only things that mattered were the fresh kill that entrenched my tastebuds, before the flavour just stopped, Robbed from me.

*Full* an alien sensation to me even before the transformation, glancing back down at the pile of flesh and bones I instinctively knew that while I could still consume more it would do me little to no benefit.

glancing down at my now enlarged stomach I realised that it looked like it was on the verge of bursting, deciding to attempt to move I was confronted with the unfortunate repercussion of my feast, now bearly unable to move with such a stomach.

So I instead took stock of the situation at hand,

*I'm trapped in an unknown room with little to no knowledge of the outside world with the carcass of what was most likely one of if not the dominant species that most likely inhabits the outside world,*

letting out a small squeak of defeat I decided to explore for a way out of the room, starting with the door that I had seen the humans frequently use to get in and out of this room, trying to climb the metal frame in the hopes that I could reach the handle, I soon realised that the metal was too hard to penetrate with my claws stopping me from climbing to freedom, not to mention my now prestigious gut

giving a squeak of irritation I made my way back to the human on the floor debating whether or not I should continue to consume the flesh when I heard a faint sound of what I now recognised as words from outside the door.

"fu**ing Dr.Brown, the bastard **** he can i*go*e his duties and focus on his pet project ******* *** me with all the work."

Scrabbling on the ground I raced away from the corpse my claws and enlarged belly scraping the floor to underneath a nearby table just as I heard the familiar sound of the door unlocking.

"*********, I'm going to **ve that shit a **** of my min- Doctor what the ****!!!"

The human that I identified as female rushed to the pile of flesh whose chest cavity had been hollowed out in my hunger, and whose name I had just been informed was Dr. Brown.

Cradling the carcass of Dr. Brown to her chest she shouted into a rectangular box on her shoulder shouting some form of gibberish while streams of water cascaded from her eyes.

Ignoring what was said I was far more intrigued by the new information filling my skull, every word the woman spoke felt like old memories crumbling lose like remembering an old forgotten memory

*This information must be from consuming Dr. Brown.!*

The author's narrative has been misappropriated; report any instances of this story on Amazon.

Somehow the act of ingesting that man had imbued me with a fundamental understanding of language although parts of it were spotty with most of what was said remaining unintelligible it still gave me an advantage.

Zoning in back at the situation at hand due to a sudden movement and the sound of marching feet from the hallway, I rapidly looked around for a way out of the situation at hand, shivering on the ground in fear I watched as a group of around three people entered the room, they barely looked human, rough silhouette of men all sharp angles of metal jutting out of there body somehow slotting together like a complex jigsaw puzzle

*what the hell is a jigsaw puzzle??*

shaking my head to dislodge the intruding thoughts I watched as the team slowly started to make their way around the lab searching for any threat aka me, the crunch of bone behind me made me swivel in place only to come face to face with a security figure

*How the hell did he get behind me without me noticing??*

Taking no time for the creature to react I broke into a run idly noticing that this one had an orange stripe on its chest that changed shape like it was alive,

*what the fuck... why is there a rat on the loose!!?*

slowing momentarily breaking my pacing, and risked a moment to glance back, subconsciously noticing that my ability to understand words had progressed slightly, the guard had disappeared once more, shrugging it off once more instead packed on a burst of speed towards the doorway, weaving in-between the security legs in a truly frantic pace bearly making it an inch out of the door before a foot crunched into my nose sending my flying once more, and for a brief few precious seconds for the second time that day I flew through the air like the worlds least aerodynamic bird.

*This is getting old what the fuck is a bird??* I pondered as I flew through the air, the mental translation unable to bring full meaning to the word.

impacting the ground I winced as I began sliding across the floor, catching a brief glimpse of the woman's face that possessed an expression that I could not for the life of me pin down.

Coming to a stop in the corner of the room, limping to my feet as fast as I could, I realised that I was cornered by the security personnel, looking around as fast as I could I desperately searched for any way out to survive, looking up I noticed a vent in the corner of the room, and while it looked to be far out of reach the wall itself looked to be made out of a softer material.

in the corner of my eye, I glimpsed the black leather of a boot and could almost feel the incoming approach of physical harm encroaching, acting on split-second instinct I launched myself up clinging to the crevices on the wall and rapidly clambered my way up.

As the vent finally came closer I swore under my breath as I realised the vent was nailed shut... but I didn't slow down, no I speed up instead I raced towards the vent with a greater passion froth steaming from my mouth, my world narrowed down to the tiny slits leaving all else behind, trusting myself blindly to instinct I felt something shift inside me as I felt my body shift and change stretching and pulling until I impacted the vent.. and bounced off it??

for I spilt second I panic before instinct kicked in and I latched onto the vent with fleshy tendrils, glancing at them in a panic I would say that they looked like dark peach pastel flesh with what looked like random tufts of hair and what looked to be several emerging rat faces stretching the skin in attempts to escape.

I somehow had complete control of these monstrosities and used the vastly stronger appendages to rip and tear a hole in the vent squeezing through with my now semi-fluid body through the newly made gap.

as soon as I got to safety I felt the changes revert and I shifted back into my base form, collapsing to the ground in shock I rested for a scant few seconds before an ear-piercing shriek reverberated from behind me, jolting upright I swivelled in place I watched as the doctor was twisting and writhing on the floor screaming in agony as she dug out her left eye with her bare hands, looking around the room I searched for the reactions of the guards, one of them had almost devolved into a pile of sharp metal rods, poking from the ground like blades reaching into the upwards.

the other two stared at the doctor offering no sort of aid or help, content to watch her suffer, while the last one the creature with an orange stripe stared at me never once breaking its stance to look else wear, not even when a medical team and 4 others guards poured into the room to salvage the situation.

Deciding that I had most likely overstayed my welcome I booked it and skittled deeper into the vent system in hopes of finding an exit, with the beautiful symphony of chaos and pain behind me.

idly noticing that my stomach had become light I realised that I was hungry once more, with chitter of excitement I placed the past terror behind me and with my mouth watering I focused on my next meal.