First Contact 12

** This story focuses on Mark and his precarious situation. It will focus mainly from a third person/narrator rather than the first person.

** This is my first edit of this story.

** Warning! The following program may contain material unsuitable for people under 18. It contains Sexual References, Latex and Tentacles... and spiders.

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The sun was shining and it was a beautiful Saturday morning. Mark worked inside all day from Monday to Friday in IT. Computers were a pretty droll affair but the job paid the bills. Another upside was that he had good co-workers who made the job a decent one. Mark had not been with the company for too long, but long enough for a colleague to introduce him to bush walking and hiking around the small town where he lived and worked.

Not having been living in town for long, and from another small country town himself he jumped at the opportunity to literally stretch his legs and get to see more of where he lived. Sarah, someone from reception, was quite a tomboy and had been the one to invite him to do some sight-seeing. Mark had taken a bit of a crush and more of a liking to Sarah. She was a local who knew the town back to front.

Mark heard the microwave ding and got his food. Sitting down at the table Sarah started talking: "Have you heard of the Walkerston track?"

"No, where's that?"

"About 20 minutes south. Go down the highway then onto the first forest track after the rail crossing. Keep going for 10 minutes then there is a carpark and some signs by the dam."

"Oh yeah? Sounds interesting. Where does the track go to?" He asked as he ate his lunch.

"To the top of the local hill. But the track leads on to another hill in the distance. Its view is awesome" She said through a mouth full of chicken bird sandwich.

"How long is the walk?"

"It's about a day, pack water and food but shouldn't need shelter"

"Awesome! That's my Saturday sorted"

Sarah just smiled. Smiling back he took in her short blonde hair and freckly face.

"Take photo's, ok?"

"For sure"

The rest of their lunch passed quickly, talking about their job, what the rest of the week had in store, how their families were and whatever else they thought of.

Friday evening soon rolled around and Mark had prepared his pack for the big day of hiking.

***

Saturday morning, Mark parked his car at the spot Sarah had said. Packing his belongings into his pack; bottle of water, wallet, key and camera. Deciding to leave his cell phone in the car, Mark locked up and set off.

***

With the midday sun beating down, Mark controlled his breathing as he took the last few steps up onto the summit of the hill he was climbing. Scrambling over the last rocks he managed to find a seat and regain his breath as he looked about.

The view was magnificent, just as Sarah promised! No clouds in the very bright sky allowed Mark to appreciate where he was. In the distance there were rolling hills, bushland, farms as well as the dam he parked at. Rows of trees, cattle and a winding river.

Looking around him for a closer view, he took his time admiring the wildlife as well as the plateau he was on; scrubland, an eagle circling about, a few ants...

Mark felt the blood drain from his face and his body freeze up as he notices several pitch black legs under the shelter of a rock.

They were shaped like a spider.

The biggest spider Mark had ever seen.

Mark took a step back when suddenly the legs

moved.

Ohfuckohfuckohfuck

Marks fears were indeed confirmed when the spider stepped out into the sun; it was certainly the biggest spider he had ever seen... He had ever

known

about.

Mark could not tear his eyes away from the thing let alone think any rational thought. His brain had locked up worse than a BSOD.

The spider had been pointing it's

front

to Mark, and was making subtle movements to get closer.

Marks mind eventually allowed a little thought again and looked at the creature in greater detail...

I've never seen a spider like that... It's HUGE! And... it's black... Not just mottled or hairy or dark...

It's shiny black

As the midday sun beat down on Mark, the plateau and the spider, the sun was indeed bouncing off the spider, revealing it to be a perfect obsidian black that was very reflective.

Like an old grand piano that has been polished up

But unlike an old grand piano, this creature was able to move on its own accord.

As it got closer again to Mark it suddenly raced towards him!

"OHHH SSShhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh hhhhhhhhh iiiiittttttttt!!"

With a mind instantly switching from fright to flight and a body tanked with adrenalin, Mark turned and ran back down the slope as fast as he could, dodging pot holes, loose gravel, branches and rocks strewn about on the path.

Jumping down onto a rock he looked back quickly and noticed the spider was running just as fast to catch him, it's splayed legs as it went flying adding more fuel to Marks fire as he turned to run again.

Running hard, Marks pack was not helping swinging back and forth on his back. He glanced back to see if he was still being pursued.

The spider was in mid air.

Its legs were spread wide, but were quickly gathering together in mid flight on either side of its body.

It was flying directly at him.

Mark barely turned his head back to see where he was going before he felt a

Thwack!

on his lower back under his pack, the collision was enough to throw him off balance and down hard onto the ground.

The spider in the meantime had clamped its two groups of legs around his waist, and as Mark winced in pain from the fall he felt the spider

tighten

around him.

"What the-"

His words were cut short as he felt the spider tighten around his waist. Looking down in panic he couldn't believe his eyes as the midnight black legs of the creature extended around to his front and melded together.

"I'm so dead!"

Mark took off again down the hill with his new passenger, his panic giving way to a slowly growing surprise; he had assumed the spider would have bitten him as soon as it got close enough, but now it just seemed to be

holding on?

Glancing down between strides he could still feel the spider on him. It seemed his shirt had been blowing as he ran and now it was in contact with his skin.

Sliding to a stop Mark tried several times to grab at the legs of the spider but shied away. Swallowing hard to gain his courage he reached down and grabbed at the spider legs to pull it off. Instead of coming off though, mark inhaled sharply as he felt the spider pull

tighter

around his waist.

Fuck ya come off!!

Tightening his hands and fingers around the things legs he pulled harder but it refused to budge. Mark tried digging his fingers and hitting the creature with the same result; it seemed it was sticking to him no matter what.

Must get to the car

Mark took off again with his passenger down the slope. He needed help and he needed it now. As he jumped another rock he still did not feel any sting or pain from the spider, just a tightness around his waist and hips.

Wait.. hips??

Stopping again he looked down while lifting his shirt he noticed the spider had seemed to grow a bit and was now well synched in around his waist, drawing it in a little while seemingly growing downwards to his hips. Looking closer Mark also could not tell where its legs ended, they seemed to have grown together around him, the spider a near seamless shiny black around him.

Trying in vain again to remove the thing he again took off in a run.

How much further to go?

Mark inhaled hard and slid to a stop as he felt

something

slide down between his butt cheeks at the same time he felt the spider thing extend down his pelvis.

Oh hell... Wait, spiders don't do that! What the fuck is this thing??!

Mark quickly undid his jeans and risked a peek down. The spider had grown further and now covered him from just below his navel all the way down to his pelvis.

As he looked he watched the thing extend further and seemingly

flow

around the base of his cock. Lifting his cock up to look, all he saw was a seamless black

ooze

solidify around his manhood.

Shitshitshitbastard

Mark gingerly poked his overly determined passenger at the side to see what would happen. Finding no reaction he poked harder. Immediately he felt the thing tighten further around his body. Mark let out a squeak of surprise when he felt the thing flow down and around his balls to meet with more of itself between his legs.

Standing up straight as a flagpole Mark squeezed his cheeks hard together. Being a person with a high level of activity, Mark was in great shape. Yet his glutes offered no answer and they hopelessly attempted to squeeze the spider

thing

away from his sensitive area.

Feeling a tickling below he looked down to find the blackness extending down over his length. It seemed to be thin... Mark could make out every detail of his cock under its new covering. Not risking touching it out of fear, Mark buttoned his jeans back up and ran as fast as he could.

Being close to the base of the hill at this stage Mark was thankful of the easier track to run on as it levelled out... But he still had a long way to go to get back to his car. He reached back to synch down his packs shoulder straps but the bag still jostled him around as he moved. Thinking it was a life or death situation he stopped to get only the belongings he needed from it; wallet - shoved it in his pocket. Camera - jammed into the other pocket. Water bottle -

I can carry that.

Keys - ...

Keys... where are the keys!

Mark upended the bag but no keys came rattling out.

They must have fallen out somehow... But how? The zips were closed!

Mark would have to break a window and call for help from his phone.

Or I can hotwire the car since it's pretty basic.

Deciding to throw the bag off into the long grass, mark arced back and threw. It was at the apex of his throw he felt a tightness around his cheeks.

Urgh... Now what??

Standing back up he Riskd a few prods and pokes to the small of his back he was shocked to feel nothing there.

What happened to the spider?

He tentatively pulled his shirt up and touched the small of his back where the creature had landed on him..

What the fuck?

... Only to feel nothing but the inky blackness.

He moved his other hand to feel his other side but again only felt the smooth blackness had encircled his waist, hips... And probing down further, his ass cheeks and around to his inner thighs. Moving his hands up over his newly covered manhood he could find no trace of

The Thing

that had landed on his back.

Did it come off? And why is this stuff still on me?

Mark felt his cock suddenly buzz a little, eliciting an unwelcome and untimely response as his cock started to firm.

Ahhh... There is no way in hell this is a good thing...

Mark took off again at a good pace, fast enough to get to his car in the quickest amount of time along the track.

Again he felt the gentle buzzing and vibration around his cock, increasing his arousal... as well as making his running a little awkward.

Some giant black spider attacks me ... and I like it??

The vibrations were gentle but now they seemed to be constant as he ran

Mark could feel his hips ass and waist area slowly heat up as he continued to run. Soon thereafter he could feel his thighs also get warmer than they should. Stopping for a quick break he patted down his ass to feel his jeans run over the very smooth latex like coating that was affixed to that part of his body. Patting down his legs he realised

The Thing

had extended down over his thighs and was surrounding both knees. Patting his hands back up he accidentally brushed a hand over his crotch, which due to the constant buzzing, was now getting quite hard. Mark groaned as his hand slid his jeans against his sheath. His manhood had felt everything, as though the stuff encircling him was not really there... or at least acting as his skin. His brief brush had just hardened him further.

Run... Don't think!

Mark tried to take his mind off his strange arousal and set off running again, albeit a little slower as he struggled to find a decent pace with his cock stiffening further to the

damn annoying

vibrations.

However he soon felt his lower legs and feet warming up just as his thighs had done. His feet felt a little slippery in their socks as well.

I hope that's just sweat...

Running along Mark noticed the sun had started casting some long shadows. Thinking he was getting closer to his car Mark stopped for another breather and to cool down some..

and try to get a grip on my cock... so to speak.

A quick mouthful of water from the bottle he was holding mark lifted his shirt up to check on things...

... Only to reel in horror as his entire front was coated in the black inkiness.

Fuck! What the fuck is this??!

A quick inspection with his hands found the material had indeed found a way to flow

up his back

near to the base of his neck. Moving his hands quickly to his front he could feel the smoothness had now gotten to the base of his neck.

Mark threw his shirt off and tucked it between his legs... then groaned as the vibrations around his cock increased their enthusiasm. He ran his hands over his toned form, his abs (smooth), chest (smooth) and his sides (also smooth). The stuff had reached his arm pits on each side, and as he watched it crept up over each of his shoulders, further encircling him.

He dropped his jeans once more and found his hard cock seemed a little longer and thicker than before, being fully aroused.

He could also feel a little suction all around it, as if the rubber like material were inflating him.

Run... Get help!

Ran through his brain. Putting his shirt back on quickly he struggled to contain his tool in his jeans. Pushing it down was too painful, so he pulled it to one side and hurried on.

The sub was starting to set when Mark noticed that his arms were disappearing

Not disappearing, getting hard to see!

The rubber had coated his upper arm under his shirt and was now extending down his arms slowly. Another few paces, another few centimetres. As he ran he could see it extend further to his elbow and then down each forearm.

Fucking car, where is it??

Marks bottle slipped out of his hand. As he stopped to pick it up he gasped as he reached out; his hand was completely black!

Just like his cock though it was not like a glove, he could see details under the stuff; fingernails, veins, his wrist... Looking up his arm he briefly marvelled at the ebony colour of his skin. A quick feel confirmed the spider had melted all over his upper arms.

As he reached again for the water bottle he could feel the liquid rubber start to creep up the back and sides of his neck as well as start covering his throat. As he grasped the bottle he watched it slip out of his hand. Growling in frustration he grabbed for it again only to feel it again slip from his grasp. He stopped in amazement and went over to a nearby tree and tried to grasp a branch but his hand slid off it as though it was made of Teflon...

There is no friction...

The vibration and suction of his cock stepped up its pace on him.

Oh god.. Well at least there is a little friction...

He brushed his newly coated hands over his legs, over his ass and then over his crotch, causing him to shake hard as his arousal again increased.

Steeling his resolve he ran. Mark ran as fast as he could move.

Which seemed to be a little slower than before thanks to a rather uncomfortably large bulge in the front of his pants.

A few more minutes and he could feel the rubber start coating his chin and ears as well as his scalp. Unbeknown to Mark, the latex had slid between each hair follicle over his scalp and stained his brown hair into a midnight black before each hair bonded with others around it forming some short latex dreadlocks.

As Mark looked up he could see his car in the distance but he still had further to run. Suddenly his jaw was closed, making breathing rather hard. Stopping hard he threw his hands to his face and could feel the blackness spread over his cheeks and lips as well as it making a start on his nose. Mark suddenly found he was unable to draw breath from his mouth even though if he put effort into opening his mouth. The latex had formed a seal over his lips.

Fuckfuckfuck!

Breathing through his nose made him slow to a fast jog along the track. Even that took a downturn as Mark felt his shirt and jeans loosen on his body. He watched in amazement as the clothing had seemingly ripped itself apart and fall to the ground around him.

Mark shivered a little as the cold breeze hit his body and flowed around his now freed, but captured cock, eliciting a deep moan from his closed mouth. Even his shoes had slid off his feet, allowing Mark to see his now black feet.

He bent down to touch his toes and feet, feeling no friction at all between his fingers and the latex that coated him. He ran his hands up his front slowly and slipped a hand around his hard cock. Despite the frustration he felt at his own actions he moaned again at the vibrations all around his cock and the constant suction on it.

I have no idea what this stuff is but it feels so good!

*Get to the car!!*

Mark pulled his hand away and gingerly started off running again. The rocks and gravel under his feet made him wince. All of a sudden he could feel a pad under both feet than seemed to cushion him on his run. Stopping to have a quick look he could see a build-up of the black material on the soles of each foot, allowing him to run better.

Mark also felt the material coalesce along the spine of his back.

Now what's it doing?

Breaking into a run to his car, which was not much further to get to, Mark squeaked in muted horror as a black tentacle shot out from each of his sides, under his arms and across his front.

What the fuck!

Desperately he grabbed at the tentacles to try to pry them off. He succeeded in pulling one off his mid section, but as he released it to grab the second it pulled back against his latex covered body. The second tentacle,

so flawless and shiny!

was harder to pull off. He pulled the top of it off but it appeared that it was bonding with his new skin. And it was strong! Releasing the second tentacle Mark watched in fascinated horror as it too quickly wrapped itself onto his mid section and bond with the latex already there.

As Mark continued to run, several more tentacles shot out from the mass on his back to surround and snuggle him. His front from the top of his chest to his waist was now host to a number of thick, unmoving and unyielding appendages.

Two then formed and slid up and around his shoulders before gently circling each of his arms. Mark watched as they circled their way down to his wrist before bonding with his new skin. Then they tightened a little, causing Marks run to slow even further.

As he moved Mark saw out the corner of his eye a buildup of the liquid rubber form near his lips. Looking down he saw it was two tentacles forming from the back of his head, moving around over his ears to meld together in front of his face. As he watched the rubber formed a pair of the lushest, blackest lips he ever saw. As a smirk formed on them the latex over his own lips melted away.