THE FACTORY
HUGO PROSPERIO

ARRIVAL/CRAIG THE EGG

(This story contains odd transformation material. If the changing of the human body into something entirely different does not appeal to you, just mosey on along to something more your style. If it is your thing, read on and enjoy.)

Fate, as it would have it, was currently taking the form of a tire that was rapidly loosing air thanks to a rather sharp piece of glass.
"SHIT" Craig shouted. He could feel the difference in the tires. "We gotta find a gas station and quick."
The girls all grumbled, but soon they found a little dingy old station that was full service. As the sun began to set, a golden hue covered the landscape, and an old man worked his way over to the car.

"What can I do yeh fer?" he said.

"Well, our tire is flat." Craig said as he looked at the man. The old man smirked and glanced at the tire.
"Your tire ain't flat. Tis busted. Ya have a spare?" he asked.

Craig had to bite his tongue to not let out a spew of curse words. He had attempted to load the spare, but the girls insisted on leaving quickly and he had left it at home.

"No, I don't." he said through gritted teeth.

"Well, We can fix it up fer yah, might take a few hours though, and we are closin' momentarily. I suggest you bunch shack up at the motel just up yonder, and we'll get this fixed tomorrow. " he said.

The girls groaned, and Craig finally let a little bit of his anger slip through. "Girls, would you mind shutting up!"
The man outside chuckled. "Got a temper. Careful, yeh might crack under pressure."

Tori sat in the back, chuckling at the man's crack at Craig when something caught her eye. In the distance on a very tall hill was a building of some sort. It had high smokestacks, and seemed mysterious and inviting.  Her concentration was broken by Craig.
"Yeah, sorry. Yes, we can take our stuff up the motel and leave the car here then?" Craig asked.

"Sure can. Just stop by in the mornin' and we'll discuss the particulars."

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Within twenty minutes they were staying in two separate rooms in the small motel. Carrie kept humming the theme to Psycho as they inspected the rooms. The little old lady who showed them the rooms smiled.

"We get that a lot. Never even seen the movie. Whatsit called?" she said "Psychic? Oh, never mind. Here are your keys."

"Ma'am. As we were driving in here we saw something up on the hill that way" Tori asked.  "What was it?"

The woman stopped. "Oh that old place? Just a factory." She said with a smile that seemed fake.

"Well, what kind of factory." Claire asked.

The woman sighed. "It's a candy factory. Sweetums Candy, to be exact. Their only factory in the world."

The girl's faces lit up.

"Well, if that'll be all." The woman said as she quickly left the room, as if trying to avoid something.

"Candy!" Susan giggled. "I've always wanted to go to a candy factory."

"Well, we have time to kill, we could go see if they give a tour" Gemma suggested. She could see Craig didn't like that idea one bit, but she rubbed his shoulder softly, and he sighed.

"Well, let's go before it gets too dark." He said.

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Five girls and a guy wandered up a winding dirt road that lead to the front of the factory. The last drops of sunlight faded away as they arrived at the front of the building. To their disappointment a large sign on the front door said "NO TOURS. FACTORY CLOSED TO TOURISTS. OTHERS ENTER AROUND THE SIDE."

Susan laughed. "Well, we can pretend we aren't tourists, right?" she said. She lead the group to the side, and sure enough a smaller door sat that read "SUPPLIES" in faded letters. A sign was hung from this door that read "Knock three times."

Carrie smiled and stepped forward. She closed her fingers tight and knocked on the door once, twice, and then a third time.
"Well, that didn't seem to…" she started to say, but she was cut off by a loud click, and the wheezing sound of a rusty old door swinging inward.

"Well, folks, let's give ourselves the self guided tour." Susan said.

"Really?" Craig sighed.

"Oh, what is the matter with your boyfriend, Gemma." Claire laughed. "He is such a stick in the mud. "

"More like stick up his ass." Susan said.

"Guys, leave him alone." Gemma said. "Don't you think it might be fun to explore. I am sure once inside someone will escort us around a bit before asking us to leave. What's the harm?"

"Fine." He said. "Whatever you girls want. This is your vacation after all."

Susan led the group in, and one by one, they each stepped into their own story, unaware that they would never be the same again.

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Deep in the factory, a tv monitor switched on, and a shadowy figure glanced at it, as it saw six people enter through the supplies door.

"New Supplies" he said into a small microphone. "Separate and distribute."

A small monitor blinked "Affirmative. Separation and distribution commencing."

"Good. It's been a while since we had new supplies." The figure chuckled.

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The group walked in, and to Craig, it seemed like a normal factory. Loud whirring noises and mechanical sounds filled the air, as well as the mingling smells of different products being produced. He couldn't deny that it smelled good. A loud clicking noise caught his attention and he saw a door open. He leaned in and looked around, and then felt something hit him on the ass. He began to loose his balance, and with a swift motion, he was hit on the ass again, and he fell deep into a tube.

"HELP!" he shouted.

Unfortunately, the girls were lost in their exploration, and the door had shut behind him, and it's thick metal construction prevented any sound from escaping. He quickly began to slide down the tube, and then he began to fall into the air when the tube ended. He landed in a large room that had thousands of crates, stacked up on each other, stretching up to the ceiling.

"Oh, great." He mumbled as he looked around. "Now I don't even know where the hell I am."

Suddenly a spotlight lit up from above him. He looked at it for a second before shielding his eyes. "Jesus, that's bright."

"Scan complete" A computerized voice rang out. "Status of Supplies: Good. Commence Process."

A small hole opened in the ceiling above Craig, and a glob of white goo fell out of it, and landed diretly on him.

"Oh, fuck what the hell is this stuff." He said as it got in his mouth. It tasted…like an omlette, which he thought was very weird. He then felt something very odd, and looked down to discover his clothing was being dissolved. Everything was gone except for his sneakers.
"What the fuck?!" he shouted as he now stood naked, covered in thick white goo. His skin then began to feel strange as the goo began to fuse with his skin. It did not hurt, but he sure knew what was happening.

"HELP!" he screamed. "There has been a horrible mistake. I'm being eaten alive by this goo!"

As he screamed the goo worked it's way into his mouth even more, and he began to feel an odd pressure in his stomach. He could no longer speak due to the liquid flowing down his throat, but if he could, he would have probably screamed as he watched his belly grow outwards. He looked down and watched his feet vanish from his line of sight as his stomach grew. He reached around with his arms and felt his ass beginning to swell too, and he sat there, goop still covering him. He then began to feel something wash over him., a feeling of calmness that he didn't quite understand, but he quickly gave into.

His hair began to fall out as the goo worked it's way into the flesh of his scalp, and his body continued to swell. What he did notice was that his body was sort of becoming almost pear shaped in a way. He was very bottom heavy now, and his chest remained the same size. However, that soon began to change. He felt his torso begin to melt, or at least that's how it felt to him. He no longer seemed worried by this though as his body began to take on an oval shape as it continued to expand. His legs and arms began to shorten and pull into the body which was remolding itself like clay. He chuckled.

"This feels funny." He thought. He looked around and found what looked to be a shiny metal surface. "I wonder if I'll see what I look like" he giggled as the wave of comfort was now joined by a wave of euphoria.

He went to walk and stepped out of his shoes, his feet somewhat smaller than before, although this didn't bother him. His legs shortened quite a bit, bringing him lower to the ground, giving him a bit of a waddle, and when he approached the reflective surface and saw that his arms had done the same, having absorbed into his body leaving only the wrist and hands. He flapped his hands comically and looked at himself.

"Oh, I get it. I'm going to be shaped like an egg." He thought joyfully at the sight of his transformation. Something small in the back of his head bothered him, but he ignored it and watched the amazing changes continue. His legs shortened completely leaving just his feet at the bottom, and his arms sucked all the way in, leaving only his wiggling fingers. He smiled and watched as his shoulders pulled into his torso, and then felt his head begin to follow suit.

"Oh boy, here we go." He laughed. He then felt his head become almost fluid as with an audible pop it melted into his oval body. He glanced at the reflection and saw something that he might have watched in a cartoon as a child. A human sized egg with eyes and a mouth. His nose seemed to have been lost in translation. He giggled as he looked down at his belly, and watched it smooth over completely, leaving no sign of a belly button, and his ass did the same, leaving neither crack nor hole. He did not know when his privates had melted into him, but he no longer cared. The feeling of calm was stronger than anything he had ever experienced and was driving him to want more of this strange change. He noticed that he was still covered in the goop, which was as white as an egg shell, so he began to think of himself as an egg, which is odd for a human, but in his state, he made no arguments.

"I am such a silly egg." He laughed. "what kind of an egg has hands."

He then felt his fingers begin to pull into his malleable body. Within seconds they were gone, leaving no sign they were ever there.
"No eggs have feet. Silly egg." He thought. His feet then began to melt and pull up into the round bottom of this human-egg hybrid. He wobbled a bit, but didn't fall over.

He then let out a hearty chuckle. "Silly Egg,  Eggs aren't big."

That was all it took. He felt the white goop begin to harden, becoming forever bonded with his body, and as it did this, he began to shrink.  

"Oooh, Yay! I am going to be a proper egg." He said as his body reduced in size. Within seconds he was half his size, and shrinking still.
He no longer remembered Gemma, or her girlfriends, the flat tire, or the cramped motel. He no longer cared. He was an egg, and he couldn't be happier.

No less than ten minuets after falling down a tube, all that remained of Craig was a small egg sitting on the floor of the factory. He looked around and giggled. "I'm so small. I am really an egg. But…eggs can't talk." He said.

As his hands, feet, and size had done, his mouth reacted to what he said, and quickly sealed itself shut, now replaced by the hard egg shell that covered the rest of his body.

He thought about how eggs don't have eyes, and sighed happily as his eyes began to seal shut. He closed them to help, and thought to himself.

"I am an egg at a bakery. How wonderful. I hope I get baked into something tasty."

That was the last thought that Craig ever had. A mechanical arm came from the ceiling and grabbed the egg with a soft grip and raised it up to one of the large crates, which were filled with thousands upon thousands of eggs. The Craig Egg was placed in an open slot in an egg crate, and there he would sit until it would be chosen to be baked into any number of Sweetums baked products.