Sam Witwicky sprinted across the campus lawn, his breath ragged and uneven. His backpack bounced against his back as he fled from the psychotic Decepticon in the guise of the stunning blonde, Alice. Her heels clacked menacingly on the pavement behind him, and the predatory grin on her face only widened as she closed the distance.
Finally, Sam burst into his dorm room, slamming the door behind him and locking it. His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath.
SLAM!
The door splintered as Alice easily shoved it open with one hand, her pretty face twisted with an eerie smirk. She approached him with slow, deliberate steps. Her eyes gleamed with mechanical malice beneath the perfect human mask.
"Nowhere to run, Sam," she purred, sauntering towards him.
Sam stumbled backward, knocking over a chair, his eyes wide with terror. She climbed onto the bed, slinking over him like a predator ready to strike. Sam's fingers gripped the sheets in fear.
Alice, her face inches from his, suddenly… smiled sweetly.
"Hey, Sam," she cooed in an oddly playful voice.
"Pull my toe."
Sam blinked, baffled.
"W-what?"
Her grin widened. She lifted her slender foot in front of him, wiggling her toes.
"Go on. Just pull it," she urged in a sultry whisper.
Sam's eyes narrowed, wondering if this was some sort of trap. Yet, somehow, her request was so unexpected and absurd that his curiosity got the better of him. He hesitated for a moment before slowly reaching out and giving her toe a gentle tug.
PFFFFFTTT!
A long, bassy fart erupted from Alice's backside. Sam froze, blinking rapidly, unsure if he was actually awake.
Alice chuckled wickedly, her eyes gleaming with mischievous delight. Without a hint of embarrassment, she spun around, pressing her rear toward Sam. She arched her back slightly, lifting her hips into the air and giving him an expectant glance over her shoulder.
"Again," she commanded with a playful smirk.
"Pull my toe. Just one more time."
Horrified and fascinated in equal measure, Sam hesitated but ultimately complied, grasping her toe and pulling it again.
GRRRGL-SCHLLLORP!
This time, instead of a fart, a strange, wet squelching sound rumbled from deep within Alice's body. Her stomach made an ominous, gurgling growl, and she stiffened slightly. Her perfectly toned midsection twitched, skin flexing and tightening as something unnatural shifted beneath. Sam's eyes widened as he watched a faint outline press against her abdomen.
The growling intensified. The flesh below her navel seemed to ripple. Alice giggled as though nothing was wrong, but her stomach continued to convulse, bulging slightly.
"Oh, Sam…" she cooed, "I think there's someone who wants to say hello."
Sam's heart pounded in his chest as Alice slowly, sensually hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her underwear. With a teasing wiggle of her hips, she slid them down, revealing her bare, toned backside. But as the fabric lowered, Sam's eyes widened in absolute shock.
There, just beneath her tailbone, was his own face staring back at him.
"WHAT THE HELL?!" Sam shrieked, scrambling backward.
The face on her rear blinked, disoriented, then slowly moved its lips. Sam's own voice echoed back at him from the surreal, fleshy mirror.
"Hey, dude… what's going on?"
Sam stared in abject horror at the expression on his own face. The mouth moved awkwardly, blinking and smacking its lips in confusion. Alice cackled and twisted her hips, making Sam's face jiggle slightly.
"Like what you see?" Alice taunted, swaying her hips left and right, making the face bob along. "You really do have such a kissable mouth, Sam. Thought I'd keep it close."
Sam's stomach churned with disbelief. His doppelgänger-face on Alice's butt blinked, seeming just as confused as he was. Its lips curled into a slight frown.
"Dude," the face on her rear muttered with a horrified groan, "Why is it so humid back here?!"
Alice giggled with mock sympathy and patted the Sam-face with her palm, making it wince slightly.
"Aww, you'll get used to it," she teased. "Maybe next time, I'll add your hands on my thighs too. Ooh! Or better yet—" she grinned maniacally, "how about a whole Sam chest on my back?"
Sam scrambled toward the door, but Alice lunged after him, tackling him to the floor. The face on her rear contorted into a terrified expression as though it were equally appalled by the situation.
"Don't leave just yet, Sam," Alice purred, pressing her rear against him.
"Why don't you give yourself… a little kiss?"
The face on her butt let out a muffled yelp.
"NOPE. NOPE. NOPE. DUDE, RUN!"
Sam shrieked, flailing and scrambling out from under her, tumbling toward the window in pure, frantic desperation. He didn't look back as he hurled himself out onto the fire escape, panting in terror.
From inside the room, Alice laughed darkly. She strolled toward the window, letting Sam's face on her rear peek out beneath her underwear.
"Don't be a stranger, Sammy boy," she called out sweetly, winking.
"You still have the other toe to pull."
Sam Witwicky jolted awake, drenched in sweat. His heart pounded violently in his chest. His eyes darted around the room.
No Decepticons.
No Autobots.
No massive alien robots tearing apart the world.
Just his bedroom. His small, messy apartment with unwashed clothes draped over the chair and a half-empty pizza box on the floor. The dim blue glow of his phone illuminated the nightstand. He let out a shaky breath, running his fingers through his hair.
"Just a dream… all of it," he muttered, exhaling deeply.
No robots, no alien battles… no Alice.
He rubbed his face, trying to shake the lingering fragments of the bizarre nightmare. Yet, an odd, throbbing sensation pulsed faintly at the base of his neck. He frowned, reaching back and massaging the spot.
The skin twitched.
Then it moved.
What the hell?
A sharp sting shot through his neck, followed by an unsettling pressure. Sam winced and staggered forward, gripping the edge of his dresser for balance. His breath came out in shallow, uneven gasps.
Then, he felt it.
A wet, squelching tear ruptured across the skin of his neck. His eyes widened in horror as two eyelids pushed through the flesh, slick with mucus. The lids fluttered, then blinked, disoriented. The eyes were glossy and red-veined, rolling around frantically as though trying to understand their surroundings.
"Wha—what the—?!" Sam stammered, clawing at his neck in disbelief.
But it didn't stop. The skin continued to stretch and split as a new shape bulged outward. It pressed against the back of his jawline, forcing the flesh aside like a swollen tumor struggling for freedom. His muscles tightened against the unnatural growth, but the force behind it was relentless.
The skin along the back of his neck melted away like candle wax, sloughing off in slick, gelatinous chunks. Beneath the dissolving flesh, a forming mouth twitched and gasped with its first shallow breath. The lips were plump and red, wet with a thin sheen of saliva.
Sam's hands trembled as he felt his own body expanding against itself. The newly formed mouth opened slightly, its jaw flexing and stretching.
"Nnnhh…" a faint, feminine exhale escaped it.
Teeth began to sprout through the slick, pink gums—jagged and pearly white. Sam gagged, feeling the sharp edges scrape against his own skin. His throat convulsed at the sensation of foreign bone emerging from his flesh.
Suddenly, strands of dark brown hair sprouted rapidly from the melting tissue. They hung limp at first, damp with mucus, before brightening into a silky blonde as they lengthened, framing the new face.
Ears pushed outward, pinching into shape with a fleshy pop, while a delicate nose sprouted between the lips and eyes.
Sam stared into the mirror in wide-eyed horror as Alice's face fully emerged from his neck, resting just to the right of his head. Her eyes blinked slowly, adjusting to the light.
Her lips curled into a wicked smile.
"Hello, Sam," she purred softly, her voice almost sweet, but dripping with cruel delight.
Her eyes narrowed.
"I have become you now."
Sam's knees buckled slightly. He stumbled back, his hand pressed against the wall as Alice's head lifted herself higher, no longer hunched over. Her skull swelled, twisting and stretching until her head matched Sam's in size, perfectly symmetrical to his. She smirked, looking at him through the mirror with predatory glee.
Then, it worsened.
Alice's neck stretched downward, her sinewy form growing longer as her transformation progressed. Her skin glistened, unnaturally smooth and flawless. Then, from beneath Sam's right armpit, flesh burst open in a wet, sinewy tear.
A slender feminine arm slowly extended outward. It was pale and delicate, with slender fingers tipped with glossy pink nail polish. The arm flexed, testing its newfound freedom. Alice's hand reached up, caressing Sam's cheek with cruel affection, her nails softly dragging down his skin.
Sam screamed, trying to twist away, but her grip tightened.
"You're mine now, Sam," she whispered, her breath warm and damp against his ear.
Suddenly, his chest tightened, convulsing violently. He clutched at his torso as it bulged outward, the skin stretching and contorting with rubbery elasticity. His heartbeat quickened, hammering against the deforming flesh.
With a grotesque squelching sound, Alice's new breasts began to form over his chest. Two mounds of supple, female flesh swelled up, perky and firm. Sam gasped as he stared at his reflection in the mirror.
But the transformation was incomplete.
Beneath the left breast, another, smaller mound formed—a peculiar hybrid of masculine and feminine. The flesh remained taut but less rounded, awkwardly caught between two forms. The skin was smoother and softer than Sam's original chest, but not entirely feminine.
The right side, however, remained male, flat and firm with defined pectoral muscles. The contrast was jarring—one feminine breast, one male, and one caught in an uncanny blend of both sexes.
Alice's head leaned forward against Sam's, their cheeks pressing together in the mirror's reflection. She ran her pink-polished fingers over her new breasts, groping herself with a pleased hum.
"Mmhh… look at us," she cooed, her voice sickly sweet.
"We make such a perfect pair, don't we?"
Sam's eyes widened, trembling with shock and disbelief as Alice nuzzled against his face. She grinned at him through the mirror, their two heads pressed so closely together that they almost looked conjoined—two halves of the same corrupted being.
Alice giggled softly, her nails trailing down Sam's trembling chest, slowly caressing the mismatched trio of breasts. Her fingers traced the outline of the middle one, the mixed mound of male and female flesh.
She grinned wickedly.
"I think this one's my favorite," she whispered.
Sam's knees gave out. He collapsed to the floor, gasping. His limbs trembled as he stared at his corrupted reflection. Alice's blonde hair draped over his shoulder, her lips curled into a satisfied grin.
"You'll never be alone again, Sam," she whispered into his ear, her voice a delicate purr.
"I'm a part of you now. Forever."
She pressed her lips softly against his.
Her hand trailed down his trembling body.
And then, she smiled sweetly.
"Hey…" she whispered.
"Pull my toe."
Sam lay trembling on the floor, his body slick with sweat. His trembling limbs were weak, his muscles barely able to hold him up. He panted in shallow, uneven gasps, eyes wide with disbelief as he stared into the mirror.
His reflection was no longer just his own.
Alice's blonde head was perfectly level with his, conjoined at the neck like a grotesque twin. Her flawless skin gleamed under the dim bedroom light, her eyes half-lidded with predatory delight. The pink-polished hand emerging from beneath his right arm caressed his cheek slowly, possessively, while her fingers traced soft circles along the mismatched trio of breasts on his chest.
Her lips curled into a pleased smirk.
"Shhh… just breathe, Sam," she purred softly, leaning closer.
"You're doing so well…"
Before he could react, Alice pressed her lips against his.
Sam's eyes shot wide open in shock. Her mouth was warm and wet—but unnervingly off.
The kiss was wrong. Alien.
His gut twisted as he felt something cold and metallic slither into his mouth.
He jerked slightly, but Alice's arm tightened around him, pinning him in place. Her tongue pressed deeper, swirling around his own with a deliberate slowness. Sam squirmed against her, but she clamped his chin gently with her thumb and forefinger, forcing his mouth open further.
CLINK.
Her tongue tapped against his teeth with a faint, artificial ring.
Sam's eyes widened further as he realized the horrifying truth:
Her tongue was robotic.
The slick muscle coiled around his, but now he could feel the cold metal ridges running along the sides, grinding faintly against the back of his teeth. The flexible plating moved with snake-like precision, the sharp tip tasting his mouth with mechanical efficiency.
SCHLIIIIRK!
The metallic tongue extended further, sliding down the back of his throat in a way no human tongue ever could. His gag reflex kicked in, but she didn't release him. Instead, she moaned softly into his mouth, clearly enjoying his feeble squirming.
Finally, she broke the kiss with a wet pop, thin strands of saliva and oil connecting their lips. Sam gasped and coughed, his throat raw from the unnatural intrusion.
Alice grinned, her eyes half-lidded and smug. Her lips glistened with the mingled residue of his saliva and faint traces of black machine fluid.
She caressed his trembling cheek with her delicate hand, tilting her head slightly.
"Aw, Sam…" she cooed, feigning sympathy.
"Are you scared of a little hardware?"
Sam gagged slightly, but before he could pull away, Alice pressed her forehead against his, her eyes boring into his with unsettling intensity.
"I told you, Sam," she whispered softly, her voice low and intimate.
"I have become you now."
Her pupils dilated slightly, and suddenly—
Sam felt a sharp, piercing tingle behind his eyes.
He gasped, clutching his head. His vision swam with static for a moment, like a broken TV flickering. His thoughts clouded, scrambled, scraped through like a digital file being decrypted.
And then—
He felt her inside his mind.
Alice was reading his thoughts.
Sam's eyes widened in panic as he realized he could no longer hide anything from her. She smirked as his memories spilled out, uncontrolled, directly into her consciousness.
She let out a delighted giggle.
"Oh, Sam…" she purred softly, her voice resonating in his mind now, not just his ears.
"You were hoping this was still a dream, weren't you?"
Her fingers traced his jawline as she sifted through his thoughts.
"Oh look… high school memories," she cooed teasingly.
She closed her eyes, reliving them through his mind like she was flipping through pages of his diary.
"Ugh, your prom date? Seriously? That was the best you could do?" she teased with a playful pout.
Sam clenched his fists, trying to push her out, but she only laughed, gripping his chin firmly.
Her mechanical tongue slithered briefly from her lips, tracing his jawline with slow, sensual cruelty.
Her eyes flashed with malicious glee.
"Oh, and what's this?" she taunted, tilting her head.
"You still think about Mikaela?" she sneered, her eyes narrowing.
"Aw, Sammy-boy still has a soft spot for his ex… how precious."
Her lips curled into a wicked grin.
"I wonder if she'd still like you with my face growing out of your neck…" she taunted, biting her lower lip.
Sam shuddered violently, sweat beading along his brow. He tried to look away, but her slender, pink-polished fingers grabbed his chin again, forcing him to meet her eyes.
And then… she smirked knowingly.
Her eyes half-lidded, she leaned forward, brushing her lips against his ear.
"Ohhh… and what's this little thought here?" she whispered with a mischievous giggle.
"You're wondering if I'll read your deepest secrets, huh?"
She smirked against his ear.
"Too late. I already have."
Her lips barely moved, but her voice echoed inside his head, reverberating through every corner of his mind.
"You can't hide anything from me now, Sam," she whispered seductively.
Her pink-polished nails trailed softly over the middle breast, the one caught between femininity and masculinity, making him shiver.
"Every dirty thought… every little fear… every shameful memory… it's all mine now."
Sam's chest heaved violently, his breath quickening into shallow gasps. His eyes brimmed with terror as her nails traced over his mismatched chest, her gaze gleaming with sadistic satisfaction.
Alice's lips curled into a cruel, almost affectionate smile.
She brushed a strand of golden hair back and softly kissed the corner of his mouth.
"You're mine, Sam," she whispered softly, her voice dripping with possession.
"Mind. Body. Soul. And every twisted little thought in between."
She slowly licked his lower lip with her cold, artificial tongue, savoring the shiver it sent through him.
"Forever."
Sam clung to the edge of the dresser, his hands trembling, his knuckles white. His breath came out in uneven, ragged gasps. His reflection in the mirror was no longer his alone—Alice's blonde head rested against his own, her smile lazy and predatory.
Her pink-polished hand traced slow, sensuous circles across his mismatched chest—the feminine breast on the left, the awkward middle hybrid, and the male pec on the right. She tilted her head coyly, her robotic tongue briefly flicking out to moisten her lips.
Her voice was a low, sultry purr.
"Poor Sam," she cooed mockingly.
"Don't you see? You'll never be rid of me."
Her hand glided down his side, her nails trailing along his ribs. Then she giggled softly—her eyes glinting with wicked mischief.
"Oh… wait," she whispered with mock surprise, her pupils dilating with gleeful malice.
"I almost forgot… there's still more of me."
Before Sam could react, his abdomen convulsed violently.
He doubled over, clutching his stomach as his flesh twitched and pulled taut.
A wet squelch echoed through the room as a limb burst through from beneath his waistline. A slender, feminine leg sprouted from his lower body, pale and perfectly smooth. The skin was soft and flawless, curving into a delicate thigh and a shapely calf.
Sam's eyes widened in disbelieving horror as he watched his own body become grotesquely asymmetrical, now adorned with an elegant, feminine leg growing just beneath his own.
Alice hummed sweetly.
Her pink-polished fingers traced over the delicate ankle of her new limb with disturbing affection.
She gently lifted the foot, wiggling the slender toes at Sam, her lips curling into a playful smirk.
"Hey, Sam…" she purred softly, her voice sickeningly sweet.
"Pull my toe."
Sam shook his head weakly, his breath coming out in shallow, disbelieving gasps.
"Wha—what…?" he stammered, blinking through the sweat stinging his eyes.
Alice grinned wider, leaning in close to his ear. Her breath was warm against his skin.
"Go on," she cooed.
"Just one little tug… for old times' sake."
Sam, trembling, stared at the perfectly manicured toes before him. His hands shook violently as he slowly reached out. His fingers clasped the delicate pink-polished toe—slender, dainty, and deceptively innocent.
He pulled.
PFFFFFFFFTTTTTTT!
A long, wet fart blasted from the feminine leg, echoing unnaturally loud in the room.
Sam's jaw fell slack.
His hands went limp.
His legs wobbled beneath him.
Alice let out a delighted giggle, waggling her new foot playfully, her eyes gleaming with cruel amusement.
"Oooh…" she purred mockingly, tilting her head with mock innocence.
"Didn't expect that, did you?"
The pungent scent lingered in the air. Sam's vision blurred slightly as he gagged, but before he could react—his body gave out.
His limbs slackened. His breath slowed.
His eyes fluttered closed.
And then—
He collapsed.
Darkness.
Sam's eyes slowly fluttered open. He sat up, disoriented, floating in a foggy void. His limbs felt sluggish, as though he were moving through water.
The world around him was shapeless—just a gray, formless expanse stretching into infinity. The faint scent of lilac lingered in the air, soft and artificial.
"W-where…?" he muttered, his voice muffled, dreamlike.
"Where am I?"
A faint giggle echoed through the fog.
"You're still with me, Sam…"
He turned slowly.
Emerging from the mist was Alice—separate from him now.
Completely whole.
She walked toward him barefoot, her hips swaying slowly, the sound of her footfalls oddly soft and rhythmic against the ethereal nothingness beneath her.
But she wasn't as he remembered her.
Her flesh shimmered faintly, subtly metallic in certain areas. Her bare arms and legs were smooth and flawless, but as she moved, he caught brief glimmers of jointed plating beneath her skin. Her lips were glossy red, but when she smiled, her teeth glimmered with faint metallic ridges.
Her eyes were different too—no longer just human, but pierced with faint glowing irises, like synthetic lenses flickering with digital light.
She tilted her head, her lips parting in a sweet smile.
"Miss me?" she purred softly.
Sam staggered back, eyes wide.
"No… no, no, no—this isn't real!" he stammered.
"I—I'm dreaming!"
Alice's eyes narrowed slightly, her smile widening into a smirk.
"Mmhm…" she cooed, closing the distance with slow, deliberate steps.
"But that doesn't mean I'm not real."
Her pink-polished fingers brushed over his jawline, trailing slowly across his face.
"You can feel me, can't you?" she whispered.
Her nails traced down his neck, making him shiver.
"You can smell me…" she cooed softly, leaning in, her breath tickling his ear.
Her lilac perfume filled his nostrils.
"Can you guess why, Sam?" she whispered teasingly.
Her lips brushed his earlobe, sending a cold shiver through him.
She pulled back slightly, tilting her head with a devilish grin.
Her voice lowered to a slow, sultry whisper.
"Because… I'm inside you now."
Sam's breath caught in his throat.
"W-what…?"
Alice's eyes gleamed.
"You dream about me, because I'm part of you."
She suddenly lunged forward, pinning him with inhuman strength.
Her lips pressed against his—deep, forceful, and hungry.
Her metallic tongue slithered back into his mouth. This time, he could feel the gears shifting beneath it, subtly grinding as the flexible plating coiled around his tongue with mechanical precision.
Her eyes gleamed as she pulled back slightly, trails of synthetic saliva connecting their lips.
Her voice lowered into a whisper.
"Can you feel me in your mind, Sam?" she cooed softly.
Her eyes narrowed, gleaming with predatory delight.
"Because I'm still in there… even now."
She pressed her forehead against his, her lips hovering over his.
"You're dreaming… but when you wake up…" she whispered seductively, brushing her lips against his once more.
"I'll still be with you."
Her eyes locked onto his.
"And I'll make sure you never wake up alone again."
Sam's eyes widened as she smiled.
Then, slowly, she lifted her foot and wiggled her toes with a wicked grin.
"Hey, Sam…" she purred softly.
"Pull my toe."
Months had passed.
Sam was still Sam—but not entirely.
He sat on the couch, absentmindedly scrolling through his phone.
Alice's head rested atop his right shoulder, her golden hair brushing softly against his cheek. Her eyes were half-lidded, dreamily watching him, her lips curved into a faint, ever-present smile.
Her pink-polished fingers lazily traced circles along the middle breast on his chest—the strange hybrid mound of masculine and feminine flesh that had become part of their shared form. She occasionally grazed her teeth against his ear, just to make him flinch slightly.
To outsiders, they might have looked like a couple lounging together.
But they were one being—two minds fused into a singular, twisted form.
Alice smiled faintly, tilting her head.
"Hey, Sam," she purred softly, her lips brushing against his earlobe.
"Wanna let me take the wheel for a while?"
Sam sighed. He glanced at her from the corner of his eye.
"You're just gonna mess with me again," he muttered.
Alice grinned wickedly.
"Aw, come on," she teased.
"You like it when I mess with you."
Her robotic tongue briefly slithered out, trailing along his neck with a slow, cold caress.
Sam groaned but closed his eyes.
He let his breath out slowly and let go.
The moment Sam surrendered, his body melted into hers.
His limbs softened, stretching into Alice's form like liquid flesh, seamlessly folding into her body. His masculine chest faded away, swallowed into her smooth, curvaceous torso. His arms sank into her sides, absorbed completely, and his legs melted into hers, vanishing into her hips.
Her nails clicked softly against the floor as she stood up, now fully herself.
No longer conjoined.
No longer fused.
Just Alice.
She stretched her slender arms over her head, archingly slowly, enjoying the feeling of being in complete control. Her skin was flawless, her body sleek and feminine, her curves perfectly proportioned. Her hips swayed as she walked barefoot across the wooden floor, her footsteps light and casual.
Her sky-blue toenails glimmered softly in the dim light.
She stopped for a moment and wiggled her toes, smirking at the familiar sensation.
Then, her smirk widened.
Sam was still there.
Only now, he was a toe.
Alice glanced down at her left foot and wiggled her big toe playfully.
On its round surface, Sam's face stared back at her.
He blinked slowly, groggy from the strange transformation.
"Wha—?" he mumbled, his voice tiny and muffled, slightly distorted by the fleshy form.
His lips moved awkwardly against the smooth toenail, barely able to shape the words.
Alice grinned devilishly.
She crouched down slightly and wiggled the toe, making his face bob with every playful flex.
"Hey there, toe-boy," she purred teasingly.
Her eyes narrowed with mischievous glee.
"Comfortable down there?"
Sam squinted slightly, disoriented.
"W-why am I a toe?!" he stammered, his voice tiny and squeaky.
Alice giggled, tilting her head in mock surprise.
"Oh, didn't I tell you?" she cooed sweetly, her eyes gleaming with wicked delight.
"When you let me take over, I get to decide where you go."
She stood back up and stretched her legs, slowly rolling onto her tiptoes, making Sam's tiny face press against the floor.
He let out a muffled yelp as he flattened slightly, his face squishing against the hardwood.
Alice let out an exaggerated sigh, casually flexing her sky-blue-polished toes, making his face wiggle helplessly.
"Mmhh… I could get used to this," she teased, staring down at him with mock innocence.
"You—down there, always at my feet… cute and squishy."
She smirked and slowly pressed her foot down, squishing his face slightly beneath her weight.
Sam let out a muffled grunt, his voice tiny and high-pitched.
"Hey! H-hey, come on!" he protested.
"Quit smushing me!"
Alice grinned wider, lifting her foot and dramatically inspecting her toe.
She let out a mock gasp, wiggling it teasingly.
"Oh nooo, did I step on you too hard?" she teased, her voice dripping with false pity.
She crouched down again, her pink-polished nails gently pinching his tiny face, playfully tugging at the soft skin.
"Aw, you're so cute like this," she giggled softly.
"I could paint a little smiley face on you."
Sam glared at her, his tiny face scrunching in annoyance, but Alice only smirked wider.
Then, she tapped her chin thoughtfully, her eyes narrowing with a wicked glint.
"You know… I was thinking," she purred sweetly.
"If we're gonna be stuck together forever, you should learn how to use my body too."
Sam blinked.
"…W-what?"
Alice's eyes gleamed.
She slowly lifted her left leg, stretching it slightly before pointing her toes.
"C'mon," she teased softly, wiggling him playfully.
"Try it."
Sam squinted slightly, confused.
"H-how?"
Alice smirked.
"Just think about it. Move me, Sammy," she cooed softly.
Her lips curled into a teasing grin.
"Go on. You're part of me now. You just gotta… feel it."
Sam closed his eyes, still disoriented.
He focused, imagining her foot tilting slightly to the side.
To his shock, her entire foot obeyed, shifting smoothly.
Her ankle rolled fluidly with his thought, rotating delicately.
Alice let out a pleased hum, grinning slightly.
"Oooh… not bad," she cooed softly.
"Looks like you're a quick learner."
Sam, still overwhelmed, concentrated harder.
Slowly, her calf muscle tensed, and her foot lifted elegantly, rising into a perfect ballerina tiptoe.
Alice let out a mock gasp, feigning surprise.
"Ah~!" she purred.
"So graceful!"
She wiggled her toes playfully, making Sam's tiny face bounce slightly.
"C'mon… try something bigger," she urged.
"Go wild."
Sam grunted slightly, focusing harder.
Suddenly, her entire leg stretched outward, rising into an elegant high kick.
Alice let out a delighted giggle, clearly pleased by his newfound control.
"Woo~! Look at you go!" she teased playfully.
"Little toe-boy's got skills!"
Sam, still adapting, moved her leg experimentally, making her hips sway slightly with each subtle shift.
Alice grinned wickedly.
"Mmhh… y'know," she purred softly, running her fingers along her thigh, her eyes narrowing with mischievous glee.
"If you're this good at controlling my legs…"
Her lips curled into a playful smirk.
"I can't wait to see what you do with the rest of me…"
Sam's tiny face paled slightly, blinking nervously.
"W-wait, what?"
Alice tilted her head, grinning wickedly.
"Oh, you'll see," she purred, wiggling her sky-blue-polished toe with his face attached.
Her eyes glimmered with sadistic glee.
"You're gonna have soooo much fun in here."
She slowly lowered her foot to the ground, pressing his face against the floor again, and wiggled her toes playfully, making him squish slightly with each flex.
Her voice was a teasing whisper.
"Forever."
Alice stood in the dim bedroom, barefoot on the cool wooden floor, Sam's face bobbing slightly on her big toe as she wiggled it absentmindedly.
Her sky-blue toenail polish gleamed faintly with every playful flex, making Sam's miniature face squish slightly against the glossy surface.
His tiny eyes flickered upward, locking onto hers with sudden intensity.
Alice's smirk slowly faded.
"Alice…" Sam's tiny voice echoed telepathically into her mind, his eyes narrowing.
"I need you… to make something."
Her pink-polished fingers brushed against her chin.
"Oooh… making things, huh?" she cooed, her lips curling into a playful smile.
"Whatcha got in mind, toe-boy?"
But Sam's face remained stern, his tiny eyes gleaming with unnerving focus.
His voice slipped into her head again, this time colder.
"Something… bigger."
Suddenly, the room vanished.
Alice blinked, startled, as her surroundings melted into complete blackness. The walls, the floor, the ceiling—everything collapsed into a void.
The only light came from Alice herself, faintly illuminated by her skin's natural glow, and the faint shimmer of her sky-blue toenails where Sam's face stared upward.
Alice's eyes narrowed.
"Sam… what the hell is this?" she muttered.
She turned her head slightly—and froze.
From the corner of the blackness, a phantom figure hovered—silent and watchful.
It was a ghostly apparition of a man, his outline faint and ethereal. He floated effortlessly, his face obscured by shadows. His presence was vague but oddly familiar.
Sam's tiny face on Alice's toe turned slightly, squinting.
"Who… who the hell is that?" Sam's tiny voice asked telepathically, his tone both suspicious and curious.
The ghost man remained silent, floating closer, observing.
Alice's eyes narrowed slightly, her lips curling into a sly grin.
"Hey, handsome," she teased, strutting toward the ghost, her hips swaying with exaggerated grace.
"Lost or somethin'?"
The ghost hovered still, his dark eyes locked onto Sam with faint recognition.
He knew him, somehow.
But Sam didn't recognize the ghost. To him, the figure was just a nameless specter, watching with solemn eyes.
Sam, still a face on Alice's toe, stared intently at the ghost.
Then, his eyes darkened with focus.
His voice slipped into Alice's mind with unmistakable authority.
"Alice. Listen carefully."
Alice blinked, her eyes narrowing slightly at his sudden commanding tone.
"Whoa… bossy now, huh?" she smirked playfully.
But her smile faded when she felt her limbs seize—stiffening as Sam took control of her body.
Her spine arched slightly as mechanical whirs and clicks emanated from her core.
Her eyes flickered faintly, dimming as Sam's consciousness overtook her.
Her belly suddenly distended, expanding outward with a grotesque lurch.
Her torso stretched unnaturally, as if something massive were swelling within her abdomen.
"Uhh… S-Sam?!" Alice gasped sharply, clutching her stomach.
She felt her flesh tighten and strain, her breath hitching.
Her hips widened violently, her pelvis popping subtly as her buttocks bulged, rounding and thickening.
Her thighs thickened proportionately, growing heavier.
Her knees trembled slightly under the sudden added weight.
Alice staggered forward, her lips parting in a strained moan.
"W-what the hell are you—AHH—doing!?" she gasped.
Her stomach gurgled violently, making a liquid squelching sound.
Alice gritted her teeth, her breath growing ragged as her lower back arched involuntarily.
From within her widening backside, she could feel something shifting—pushing violently against her inner walls.
Her eyes widened in horror.
"W-wait… N-NO!" she gasped.
"Not out of there!"
But it was too late.
A hand—large, dark-skinned, and trembling slightly—climbed out from her anus, the fingers gripping the air desperately.
Alice's back arched sharply, her thighs trembling as the hand pulled further outward, followed by a muscular forearm.
Her eyes rolled back slightly, her lips parting in a breathless gasp as more of the figure emerged.
Her buttocks stretched unnaturally, distending around the torso of a man, his broad shoulders pushing free.
Her flesh parted further as his chest squeezed through, coated in viscous fluid.
Finally, with a wet, slurping squelch, the figure slid completely out, landing heavily on the ground.
Alice staggered backward, panting from the strain.
Her legs shook slightly, and her stomach slowly deflated, returning to its slender, smooth shape.
She turned around slowly, blinking breathlessly.
Lying before her—glistening with residual matter—was a man of African descent. His broad chest heaved slightly, his eyes slowly opening.
He was soaking wet with the fluid that had formed him, his muscular frame glimmering faintly.
Alice's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Who the hell… is this?" she muttered breathlessly, brushing the sweat from her brow.
The ghost figure hovered nearby, his eyes wide with disbelief.
The ethereal phantom stared at the man who had emerged from Alice's body.
And then, he realized the truth.
The man was him.
The ghost's eyes widened further in disbelief.
"W-wait… what…?!" he stammered soundlessly, his ethereal form flickering slightly.
"No… no way… I-I'm… that's… ME?!"
The flesh-and-blood man slowly sat up, blinking groggily.
He stared at his hands, confused and disoriented.
"W-wha… what the hell?" he mumbled in his British accent, glancing around.
"Where… where am I?!"
The Naming of Kinetic Solutions Incorporated
Sam the toe slowly rotated his tiny face upward, now hovering in mid-air beside Alice.
He squinted slightly, inspecting his new creation.
A slow grin crept across Sam's face.
"Perfect," he whispered softly.
"Absolutely… perfect."
He squinted slightly, his tiny face twitching into a satisfied smirk.
His voice echoed telepathically into Alice's mind.
"I name him… Kinetic Solutions Incorporated, KSI for short."
Alice blinked, glancing at Sam.
Her lips curled into a sly smirk.
"Oooh, fancy," she purred.
"Kinetic Solutions Incorporated, huh?"
She turned slowly, sauntering toward the confused, disoriented KSI, still sitting in the puddle of slick fluid that had formed him.
She crouched down slightly, her sky-blue-polished toes wiggling softly against the cool black void.
"Hey, handsome," she cooed playfully, tilting her head.
"Welcome to the world."
Without hesitation, Sam exerted his will.
Alice's flesh rippled as he telepathically commanded her, forcing her to reshape the black void into an entirely new universe.
Mechanical sounds hummed from within her core, her abdomen expanding again as the dimension twisted and bent.
The Bayverse movie world began to materialize—Cybertronian ruins, transforming war machines, and bleak urban battlefields.
The ghost KSI watched in awe, slowly realizing the horrific truth:
He was no mere apparition.
He was the real YouTuber KSI, somehow displaced into a spectral form, forced to witness his own rebirth.
The ghost KSI slowly turned, staring at his flesh-and-blood self, trembling.
"Bloody hell…" he whispered soundlessly.
"That's really me."
KSI the ghost hovered in the endless black void, watching in stunned disbelief as the Bayverse world took shape around him. Towering Cybertronians clashed in explosive battles. Cities crumbled, metal screeched, and the chaotic spectacle of Michael Bay's vision became reality before his very eyes.
He floated aimlessly, his ethereal form trembling.
This wasn't a movie. This was real.
He clenched his transparent fists.
"No way…" he whispered, voice barely audible in the void.
"This… This is actually happening?"
Then, without warning—reality itself rippled.
The ghostly form of KSI suddenly felt a violent pull.
An unseen force dragged him backward, his form twisting and stretching through the blackness. His vision blurred—colors and pixels warped and bent.
And then—
THUD!
KSI slammed back into reality.
He gasped, staggering backward. His vision adjusted. The endless void was gone. He was back.
He turned his head quickly, trying to process his surroundings. And then—
He saw it.
A YouTube video played on a giant screen before him.
The Bayverse movies.
They were being uploaded onto YouTube, moment by moment.
"No. No, no, no, NO!" KSI the ghost shouted.
His spectral hands trembled as he watched the screen.
The movie trailers, the explosions, the slow-motion shots, the gratuitous lens flares—all of it was real footage being streamed in real time.
The Bayverse world was no longer fiction. It had been created, and now, the world was witnessing its birth.
The YouTube comments flooded in.
"What the hell?! This isn't a movie—this is LIVE FOOTAGE?"
"Guys, this isn't CGI… it's ACTUALLY HAPPENING?"
"Michael Bay was right all along. WE WERE WARNED."
"Why is KSI in the Bayverse?"
KSI the ghost stared in horror, unable to look away.
"I… I never asked for this," he whispered.
And then, the screen glitched violently.
A deep gurgling sound echoed from the speakers.
Back in the Bayverse dimension, Alice arched her back, gripping her stomach as another transformation began.
Sam, still a sentient toe with a face, smirked.
"Alice… it's time for another one."
Alice groaned, feeling her body ripple again.
Her hips widened, her stomach swelled, and her spine arched as her skin stretched.
With a wet squelch, another hand pushed its way out of her rectuj.
Fingers curled, gripping onto the air.
Alice moaned slightly, beads of sweat forming on her forehead.
"Ughh… this one's… different…" she gasped.
The hand was delicate. Feminine.
A slender arm emerged, followed by dark, wavy hair slick with fluid.
Slowly, a woman's face pushed free, her soft lips parting in a gasp for air.
Her eyes flickered open—deep blue, glowing faintly.
Alice shuddered, gripping her knees as the woman slid completely out, landing softly on the ground.
The new being—Mikayla Barnes—slowly sat up, her body glistening with the remnants of her unnatural birth.
She brushed her wet hair back, blinking in confusion.
She was beautiful—her body perfectly sculpted, yet… strangely inhuman.
Alice, panting slightly, grinned down at her.
"Welcome to the world, babe," she whispered.
Sam's tiny face on Alice's toe grinned wickedly.
KSI the ghost, still in the real world, watched this all unfold on the YouTube screen.
His spectral body shook violently.
"…I don't want to be here anymore."