; ; Jack hastily brushed aside a strand of his blond hair as he ran with undefined anticipation towards the crash site. As he suspected, the meteorite left a burning trail of grass, bushes, and soil from the frictional heat of its entry in Earth's atmosphere. Wow, Jack had never examined one so close and....and...now that's an odd meteor... The thing was long; tubular-shaped almost; though shriveled from the heat of its reckless flight through the sky. At the end of a sizzling, scorched path, there lay a grey structure about...maybe the size of one of those huge olive-loaf sausages...but maybe a little wider. Stranger yet was the fact the back end was breached, or maybe it was designed to open up. Sharp, acrid smoke billowed from the surface of the hot, extraterrestrial object, and from the open end there was...some sort of liquid?
; ; Jack, overwhelmed with curiosity, grabbed a nearby stick and began to prod the anamoly. The surface was elastic and yielding, almost like rubber perhaps, yet clearly overwhelmingly more resilient than Earthly plastics if it was able to survive the heat and impact of a fall from space. And inside...There was a white, sticky material that Jack prodded next. Soft...liquid...almost gelatinous. He tentatively lifted a globbet of the fluid in the air onto the stick.
; ; "It...It could be alive? Extraterrestrial, alien life?!" Apparently so. The fluid was something like syrup, yet more viscous, definitely gelatinous. It was a pale, milky white. Almsot transparent when thinly spread, but cloudy in larger clumps. He watched fascinated as it flowed and oozed down the stick with a slithery, yet almost deliberate pace. If he didn't know any better, Jack would have thought that the slime was crawling down the stick and...
; ; "YAAH!"
; ; It leaped! The white glob seemed to spurt forward onto the flesh of his hand! Once a viscous tendril had made contact, the remainder of the glob surged forward, covering his fore arm in less time than it took to say it! He dropped the stick, howling instintively as the...the...you know...it almost looked like loads, and loads of..of...sperm?
; ; He thought it was a predator; he thought it was dangerous; but as the fluid engulfed Jack's arm, he felt....he felt....
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; ; "ORGASM!" she shrieked! "M-my f-first...*real* Orgasm!" Susie declared. The strawberry blond hair plastered to her sweating face. "The Others....never gave me....UUUNGGH!!" she ran her nails down Brad's back as he concluded, blasting his load into her. He didn't respond at first to her declaration, an eloquent endorsement of his masculine vigor. Made all the more expressive by her slender legs entwined about his rippling ass. Brad knew that Susie liked to cuddle, so with hands kneading the pliant flesh of her rosy C-cup boobs, he prepared to descend upon her again, reveling in the sensuous bliss of their mingled, nude flesh. The air in the small tent seeming a few degrees warmer from the coupled exertions of their youthful sex drives.
; ; As the pair clutched each other, post-coital exhalations combining as thoroughly as their sexual fluids, Brad expected his urge to diminish. So he thought. Instead, his cock remained more rigid than ever as he noticed the first touch. Jerking around his dark-haired, crew-cut head, he saw the milky, slimy tendril engulfing his lower calf. Susie gasped as the hot slime oozed onto her inner thigh. There should have been fear; this...this was some kinda...monster or something! Brad should have screamed in panic, wrenched himself free and fled into the night; Susie slung over his shoulder, yet he did not.
; ; Instead, his penis reinserted itself into Susie's moist lips. The rising tide of impossible lust was far stronger than his fear, an impossible passion swept over both of them. It was an iron-clad prison of voluptuous flesh, a sudden surge of need stronger than the willful volition that drove any of Brad's most basic motions. Yet...despite the strangeness of the eerie, white slime crawling over their bodies, neither Brad nor Susie could muster the Fear they would need to escape; neither could muster enough common sense panic to overcome their aching need to grind their sex organs against each other.
; ; The milky puddle of living slime oozed deliberately, almost intelligently into the tent, but for some unearthly reason, Brad and Susie couldn't care less.
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; ; He couldn't be bothered by the guilt; Jason would not be swayed from this goal; from finally proving the theory that nagged him, tormented him. Yes, peeking into other dorm rooms *could* get him in trouble, but the risk was small compared to the potential benefits that might arise from proving his theory; proving the existence of the paranormal.
; ; Specifically; proving the existence of Succubi.
; ; Jason wasn't sure exactly when the trouble had started; did the Dreams start when he began covering the chapter on medieval superstitions? Or had the Dreams prompted his investigation of this phenomenon? The strange tales of sexual demons that preyed on men in the night. It was all sort of a jumble; there was no telling what the connection was. Fred Hendrick was writhing on the sheets in his dorm room, Jason surreptitiously checking the keyhole, to see if *she* would come.
; ; Though he considered himself a cosmopolitan student of history, he couldn't help but laugh at the superstitions of his ancestors; he remembered reading quotes from so-called 'scholars' of the middle-ages, saying that '..The deeds of succubi and incubi were so numerous that it would be impudent to deny them.' Superstition to be sure; or so he'd once believed. The strange cases of anemia that had hospitalized some of his college buddies wasn't enough by itself to sway his mind, but then there were the dreams.
; ; He could hear the moaning, as Fred thrashed in yearning within the confines of his dream. Jason could almost taste the cold sweat as the sophomore a room across from him gurgled out his furtive yearning in a dream only he could experience. That was what Jason had started to call Phase 1. Somehow, the creature would insert itself into the dreams of her victim. They would usually be grim, depressing, arduous visions, and then *she* would appear, like a beacon of light, the succubi, (in human form) would seem like a breath of fresh air, the light at the end of a tunnel of drudgery. And just as the man reaches out to touch her, the dream vanishes.
; ; And thus Fred had awakened night after night. But Jason thought he had seen her, thought that she was ready to move on with this one. That was why he watched; to try and glimpse her, perhaps photograph some supernatural event or ability, vindicating his suspicions while making a name for himself. Soon, when the prey's hunger for her had become an obsession, the creature would appear before him, testing him, offering glimers of hope that his yearning might be fulfilled.
; ; When the first flutters of movement appeared at the edge of Fred's window, despite his confidence Jason was still more than a little surprised. The flutter soon became a steady lowering of a pair of dainty feet. Female feet; descending as though suspended by nothing more than dreams and desire. The door being directly across from Fred's window allowed Jason an almost full view of the paranormal proceedings. Camcorder at the ready, he was able to capture, however faintly, the ghostly scene.
; ; It was too dark for facial features to be visible, but the creature could not hide the supple curves of toned, female legs, wide hips as it lowered its sleek frame to gaze with vampiric intent into the dorm room. Did she have the classical giant bat-wings? Jason couldn't tell; he thought there was a fluttering; but it was too dark, too far away to be sure. But neither the dim light nor the obfuscation from looking into a key-hole could hide the ripe delight of her callimastian curves; her feminine bounty. But no, if Jason was right, this creature wasn't a woman, might not be female at all; it was apparently some paranormal abomination, mimicking a woman that it might prey upon mankind.
; ; The erotic apparition ran a delicate hand from the tender slopes of her neck, across her soft clavicle down between the shadowed hemispheres of breasts whose buoyant perkiness could only be described as supernatural. The response was simultaneous in her prey. Fred raised a hand, groping his own neck. Fred Hendrick was a fairly popular basketball player, but had also made the Dean's list from his academic accomplishments; if he had a weakness it was being too soft-hearted. Jason was certain that a recent, painful breakup from his girlfriend had left him vulnerable to a succubus. He tensed the corded muscles in his throat; feeling on his own body the places where the succubus touched herself.
; ; Fred ground his shoulder-length auburn hair into his pillow; caught in the throes of a dream more erotic than any human had a right to. Gasping sharply, his hand followed a course matching the demon's own, as her graceful fingers teased her hardened nipples, through valleys of cleavage, down through the alabaster terrain of her silken belly, past the subtle slope between her thighs towards the wet center of her womanly lips. A curved finger thrusting...in...out...in....But the distance, and the glass between them kept Jason from hearing the no doubt lurid slurps that probably emanted from a pussy rich with juice. The unearthly creature shuddered with her pleasure, night-black hair fluttered like a seductive aura about her milky-soft shoulders.
; ; The dream was surely unnatural; a normal human should have awakened from the intensity of the sensations; but Fred was drugged by sexual sorcery beyond mortal ken. Instead, eyes still closed, he gurgled, while clutching his own rock-hard penis. Squeezing his rod with desperate might, he approached climax from his sympathetic connection with the nude abomination hovering outside his window. As the succubus drove herself into rapture, even Jason from his distance through the keyhole could see fog clouding the glass as this belle of the night panted her lust onto the cool surface.
; ; By the time Fred's desire became too great; when he howled with yearning and awakened, still gripping his now 7-inches of hardened manmeat, the demon had fluttered away, leaving him alone with his lust. Jason turned and left with a shudder as Fred, weeping with frustration jerked himself to complete the aborted orgasm.
; ; Jason's flinty blue eyes narrowed in annoyance; he would never be able to record any sort of compelling evidence playing peeping-Tom like this. He rose to his full, impressive stature of a little over six-feet, brushed back his slick, brown hair as he returned to his own adjacent room.
; ; "What to do...how to get more evidence..." And it was then that a pop-up ad appeared on his computer screen advertising miniature spy cameras; rush-delivery available.
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; ; Yes, it was pathetic and desperate; But Todd could find no other way to quelch his terrible yearning. With fumbling hands, he locked the bathroom door, unzipped his pants. Crystal Henemore wouldn't even give him the time of day! He was flunking Calculus because he couldn't bear to tear his eyes away from her sleek, tanned curves. The delicate slopes of her feminine figure. The way her tousled mane of auburn-gold hair caught the light; framing a smooth face finely crafted to complement her sargasso-green eyes.
; ; But he couldn't succeed; the cold beauty was apparently too career-minded, and probably would have nothing to do with any except the most highly competent, attractive men. Certainly not Todd. He could not have her, he could not stop wanting her. His efforts had been in vain since the start of the semester!
; ; "Crystaaaal..." he gurgled, while stroking his 8-inch cock; his best feature, which Crystal would clearly never discover. Beneath his freshly-styled, center-part haircut (another futile ploy to gain the girl's elusive favors) Todd's face contorted in tortured ecstasy as the sensations began.
; ; It should not have been possible; why should he be disturbed now? His roommate was out for the night; yet there was an insistent knocking on his dorm window! And he was on the 4th story! Wh-who could... grumbling his dismay, he zipped up to examine the continuous, persistent tapping on the window; too violent and constant to be accidental.
; ; What drove him most was the fear; yes there was the surprise, the jaw-dropping amazement; but mainly fear at seeing the object of his auto-erotic ministrations out there; clinging to his 4th-floor window sill, as naked as the say she was born. Yes, staring at him through the glass was indeed dear, sweet, Crystal Henemore, and in less than a moment the window was open, and her sweaty, naked, bronze-tanned body body was wrapped in Todd's arms. Very sweaty, and quite noticeably naked!
; ; "H-how....?" he started, but Crystal stopped him with an index finger to his lips.
; ; "I realized how cruel I've been to you these few weeks; I....I've been playing hard-to-get, and..." her green eyes melted. "I think I got carried away and hurt you!" her sweet voice was close to sobbing. "So...so I climbed your dorm building, to...to get your attention....so you'd believe me when I apologized!" Wow! Todd didn't think that Crystal even knew where his room was? But climbing the building!? And yet...here she was...naked...sweaty...cheeks flushed with some sort of exertion...or perhaps passion.... All he could do was murmur in shock.
; ; "Let me make it up to you." Crystal asked; in a voice that was more of a command as she pushed him onto his bed.
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; ; She had read one too many romance novels, she knew. As she opened her door in the girls' floor. The face; the clean-cut, pristine features of her favorite film-idol stood before her. Though he seemed sweaty, and exhausted, that same virile charm was there, that smile that had won Crystal's heart long ago.
; ; Leonardo Dicaprio, or at least, his identical twin, dressed in a black tuxedo entered Crystal's dorm room with no resistance. But then, the posters, the behind-the-scene books, and the other tandem memorabilia of his career spoke volumes about the girl's vulnerability to his presence.
; ; "Wh-who..how?" the girl stammered, ashamed to see her Idol confronting her dressed to kill, while she was here in her jammies, about to brush her teeth to go to bed.
; ; "It's obvious who, isn't it?" Leonardo said, flashing her a winning smile. Nodding apreciatively towards the many, many movie posters plastering his image across the dorm room. "I've seen you in public before; and I was curious. I started asking questions;" his eyes bored into her. "And I knew that I *had* to meet you..." he replied huskily.
; ; "Wuh...b-but..." Impossible! Ridiculous! When had Crystal ever been in public with him? Where was his entourage? The reporters, the press-agents, the security? He just...popped up...here? Now? But what if it was him? What if Leonardo had chosen her? Out of all the girls in Arborville, out of the world! And he had chosen her! As her pussy moistened, she knew that whatever the risk, whatever the truth, she could not, dare not ignore the possibility......
; ; ...It was beyond belief; elsewhere in the girl's dorm, Susan Theobold gurgled in pleasure, unable to believe the impossible visitation. She had been doing her geometry when none other than Johnny Depp let himself into her room. She did not dare ask, she did not dare question; only moaned in rapturous glea as the champion of her fantasies laid her down upon her bed, dressed the same as he was during 'Don Juan Demarco', the black mask over his eyes, and soon little else. Both their clothes seemed to melt away, and Susan's mouth was not even able to scream her pleasure as she felt him enter her......
; ; ...Todd was licking her; his furtive tongue traced a halting path across the shoulders and clavicle of his all-time fantasy babe; Crystal Henemore that up until now never gave him the time of day. Now, she was sweating, moaning, her auburn-gold hair in his eyes as she ground her body against him, panting, breathing, sweating. She was ripe, flush with passion. Her perfect C-cup boobs pressed their hardened nipples against his chest, as her hot, dripping pussy brushed against, teasing his mighty, 8-inch cock, his best asset. Even though it was happening, even though he felt the sensual heat of her naked body thrusting against him, slithering over him, he could not believe it, his perfect fantasy; Crystal......
; ; ...She was teasing him; Scott from room 602 squeeled with incoherent glee. He had been fantasizing about his perfect supermodel, Cindy Crawford, his all-time favorite fantasy babe. And...And it was her? No, that was impossible....yet...it was her! Supermodel Cindy was teasing his cock with her dripping womanly slit, grinding against him, moaning like a bitch in heat. It...it had to be fake; a sham! Yet, whoever this woman was, she was absolutely identical, she even had that little mole; and the legs, and the breasts...ohh...the breasts. Scott gurgled as he fondled her ripe globes......
; ; ...Jack was fondling the luscious boobs of his absolute favorite celebrity! Carmen Electra had entered his lonely dorm room! And submitted herself to him! Well, really he was the one submitting to her; she was insatiable! Teasing his cock with the sweaty, moist folds of her womanhood, her thick mane of auburn hair caressing his chest and shoulders, as she held his hands to grasp her perfect breasts. Impossible...it was impossible......
; ; ...Jerry thought that it would be impossible; he didn't think Tyra Banks, his perfect fantasy woman would date white guys. But she wasn't dating him; she was..."NAAAAAAH!" Jerry murmured with inarticulate lust as Tyra held his hands to her chest, to knead the soft globes of her bronzed bosom-flesh. It was her; as impossible, unlikely as it was; that long, flowing river of golden hair, the fullness of her lips, those lips that now lavished him with kisses. Jerry wept with thankful glee; running his hands across her rump, the curve in the small of her back......
; ; ...And up the slope of Jennifer Aniston's back, as the teasing, sweating, lustful celebrity vixen finally began to thrust herself upon Brian's hardened cock. Straddling his shoulders, she lowered herself inch by delicious inch onto him, the ripe folds of her cunt devouring his eagerly throbbing member. With each grunt, Jennifer ground herself slightly deeper onto him. But Brian couldn't handle it; the fires burning in his tortured cock drove him to take control; to fulfill *all* of his fantasies. He grasped the firm hips of his favorite actress, and with a throaty howl of lust spun her around, surging upwards to encompass the silky softness of her pampered, celebrity skin, slick with sweat. The thing that seemed to be Jennifer Aniston snarled as Brian took her from behind......
; ; ...Linda screeched with joyful shock at the disbelieving joy that consumed her; even as she was consumed by the groping hands, the volatile lusts of her secret fantasy man. She would never admit to it, but she had always nurtured a mighty lust for black gangsta-rappers. The urge to be taken, used, bred by a dangerous black stud filled her pussy to overflowing with feminine juices. And now, her throbbing pussy was filled to overflowing with the potent meat of Tupac Shakur; he was dead wasn't he? How could this be? Tupac didn't explain, he called her his bitch, ripped off her bra, and Linda had submitted to her secret, impossible fantasy. He was taking her from behind; Thrusting, humping, the juncture between their sexual centers slick with liquid passion. Tupac periodically slapped her lily-white ass, while fondling her ample boobs, as Linda felt her fires building......
; ; ...And Scott felt each thrust become easier, the slick cunt of Cindy Crawford, (or someone identical to her in every visible way) as he rutted away into her from behind. His thighs; locked into position as he ground his meat into her wetness, mounting his celebrity fantasy woman.......
; ; ...Susan bit into her pillow to stifle her passionate screams, as her fantasy man, Johnny Depp drilled her pussy, stroke after mighty stroke; his deft hands roving with the surety of unbridled desire over her hips, her back, as he mounted her, pushing, thrusting his meat. Susan Theobold's whimpers reached yet a higher pitch as her mind was swallowed in the fleshy embrace of fantasy realized.......
; ; ...As Tyra Banks, or her identical twin, jerked; tensing in anticipation of sweet release, Jerry's release; tears of confused, uncomprehending, wonderful delight streaming down his laughing face, his cock lodged firmly into her sweet womanhood from behind, as he slathered her shoulders, back, and neck with frantic, fumbling kisses......
; ; ...As the lower lips of Carmen Electra's glorious cunt tensed; squeezing Jack's cock, milking him for his sperm; sperm that would soon be spurting, gushing into the unprotected femalia of his fantasy woman......
; ; ...The moment was upon him sooner than he expected, yet longer than Todd believed possible; he felt the hot core of pleasure, the building fury of impending, orgiastic ecstasy......
; ; ...Todd/Jack/Jerry/Brian/Scott/Crystal/Susan was consumed; the growing firestorm within rutting loins, that impending, explosive sensation...it ..it spread. Cocks should have spurted their creamy reward, pussies should have unleashed a torrent of girlcum, yet instead, the fires kept growing, expanding, until each felt that not only sexual centers, but the rest of the body was involved. The Orgasm spread like a wildfire, engulfing, covering, consuming... It was ecstasy beyond ecstasy, pleasure that the human body was not meant to have, joy that the human mind could not hope to process...
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; ; From Dorm rooms, male and female sections, and from several off-campus apartments it came; slithering, oozing from the windows. Great globs of pale, pearlescent slime. Living ooze, animated by otherwordly intelligence. It flowed, undulated in the dark walkways of the campus...meeting, merging with other globs, other seething masses of roiling, writhing slime. The globs merged, burbled, wriggled, and kept flowing...flowing towards the boiler room below.
; ; Old Henry had been cleaning, scooping, mopping and wiping for years; he knew the place inside and out, he knew every nook and cranny, and all the machines intimately. And he had never heard a sound like that; like a ton of vanilla pudding pouring down the stairs... what in tarnation could make that kind of sound? Nothing that was supposed to be here, that was for sure. He scratched his scraggly chin as he shuffled over to investigate.
; ; No, none of the machines should have made that sound, and certainly not Petra Verkaik, the naked pornstar from all his secret, internet excursions. Naked, sweaty, dripping. He had followed her career for years, and here she was as tantalizing as ever; those huge, natural tits, that elegant face. She looked so hot, so sweaty; was that sperm dripping down her sleek thighs? She looked like she'd just escaped from a marathon gang-bang, and ready for more. A man his age should not be fooled; this sort of thing just didn't happen, not in real life, it was impossible, and yet there she was; putting her delicate hands down his pants, thrusting her naked, canteloupe boobs against his chest; her eyes, filled with a desperate, furtive longing, a yearning...
; ; **********
; ; Jason's hand trembled in panic; he had uploaded to his desktop PC many, many pictures from the tiny little spy-cameras he had emptied his bank-account to order. Surreptitiously placed, concealed all over campus. This...the infestations was more extensive than he imagined possible!
; ; "How did the pictures turn out?" asked Cynthia, sticking her raven-haired head into his room. She had helped him a lot in the past few days; she'd been so curious, respectful and attentive. He'd met her in his Western Civ. class, but it was only in the past few weeks that she'd really been interested in him. Without hard evidence, she was the only one he bothered to tell about his succubus investigations. He had been so reluctant to tell her, or anyone, but she insisted, always respecting his learning, and his opinions. And instead of snickering, laughing, or slapping him when he told her of his belief in the legendary sex-demons recorded in ancient myth, she only wanted to know more.
; ; She'd been spending almost all her time assisting him, and he couldn't help but suspect that there were prospects for something...deeper than mere friendship. He had a real chance! With a real girl! His heart quickened a bit everytime she revealed herself.
; ; "I...I've never...I have more than I dreamed possible! It's real! It's all real! There are...(he gulped) sexual beings...that are...somehow feeding upon mankind! But I think I need more pictures; It must be absolutely clear that there's no camera tricks, or special effects; I've got to get more!" Jason's eyes widened as he sorted the partial images on his screen. "They seem; primarily gelatinous...I..I guess the succubi have some kind of....well....shapeshifting power! I've been studying the...ooze...it looks familiar; white, viscous, almost like; almost like..."
; ; "Sperm." said Fred's voice; the guy from across the hall leaned against the doorframe. "That's what we are; and we want you to stop spying on us."
; ; "Naah! What the? How could you...."
; ; "We're not a threat to you; we don't want to hurt anyone. We want humans to join us; to join our family."
; ; "What...what are you talking about F-Fred?" But Jason was afraid he already knew.
; ; "Don't ask me;" Fred smiled, "Ask...her.." he beckoned to someone standing outside in the hallway.
; ; Jason's entire body quivered as a naked, sweaty Britney Spears strutted into the room. No! He...he...for years Jason had nurtured a secret, Britney Spears crush! And she was here; a wild mane of blond hair, her fit and trim figure glistening with sweat. High, perfect tits, bouncing high upon her nude chest. It was as though she had just finished her most intense, exhausting concert, and had then allowed her entire entourage of male dancers to pleasure her.
; ; "I..wh...how did..." Jason stammered, hoping, praying his erect cock was not visible through his jeans, praying that Cynthia, standing next to him wouldn't notice his manly meat.
; ; "We are sperm;" The Britney-thing said. "We exist because of sex, we exist for sex. We are...not from this world; but we are glad to be here. *Very* glad..." said the sweaty, horny, duplicate, a hand caressing her thighs, belly, and breasts. Amazing! The succubi were extraterrestrials! That made sense in a way; some sort of alien, sexual organism...
; ; "We are sensitive to sex, to desire; we are deeply aware of what makes intelligent beings have sex...want sex..." she strutted closer, brushing a hand over her erect nipples.
; ; "When a human masturbates; we are aware; we form a link. We can see your fantasies; we can feel your sexual desires; and we see the thoughts and images that drive you to orgasm. All we want is to bring you pleasure; Fred understands; he's one of us now. We want you to join us." Britney said simply; she rubbed her erect, exposed clit, shuddering as waves of obvious rapture passed through her; as if the experience was life's only pleasure. Jason could only step backwards; fear battling with lust on a backdrop of uncertainty. Britney seemed to get annoyed; "Here I am! You have been fantasizing; yearning, masturbating, over Britney Spears for years!" Her lips quivered as the alien-clone-slut stepped towards him, moisture and what was probably sperm flowing in rivulets down the sleek musculature of her naked flesh. "You're hesitating; *WE DON"T LIKE IT WHEN YOU HESITATE!*" The Britney-thing was getting angry, the exposed lower lips of her blossoming cunt began to throb and jerk, as her thighs became slick with girl-cum. Is that what happened to extraterrestrials when agitated? "It took effort to assume this form!" hands gesturing across the naked belly, tits, and thighs that belonged to the real Britney; not some alien sperm-monster. "What will it take to motivate you to lick the sweat off these mammaries, and to thrust your cock into our pussy!?"
; ; Those brown eyes turned towards Cynthia; who was regarding the proceedings like a long-tailed cat in room full of rocking-chairs. "We see now;" alien Britney answered sagely. "You have an emotional attachment to the female; and do not wish to abandon her for another female in her presence. We know what to do." The duplicate quivered all over, as if from nervous tension, her eyes faded to pure white, and more footsteps could be heard in the hall.
; ; Jason didn't know much about him, only that the guy's assumed name was 'Fabio', some kind of European male-model, (the lowest form of human life in Jason's opinion) Like Britney, there was not a stitch of clothing anywhere. He had a hulking frame of beefy muscle and broad shoulders, yet was clean-shaven. Apparently to add stylistic flair, his hair was quite long, past shoulder length. He strode confidently into the dorm room.
; ; "I am here for Cynthia." he replied in a thick accent. "I shall give her pleasures never dreamed possible." His cock was erect, at least 7 inches, seemingly expanding all the while. Cynthia's eyes widened in surprise, she seemed to hesitate for a moment. Then, her elegant face seemed contorted in what was almost a snarl.
; ; "We've given you what you want!" insisted Britney. "Humans lust after glamorous celebrities that are completely unattainable; until now! There is no reason to resist your natural urges! All we want is your penis ejaculating into our cunt!" she pleaded, as if it were a casual handshake.
; ; "You...you'll take me over....turn me into...into some kind of alien monster! You...you want to destroy us!" Insisted Jason, struggling not to see, not to look at Britney's evil clone.
; ; "Destroy? Oh no, you've got it all wrong Jason." Said a different voice, behind him. Hey, he knew her! It was that hottie from his Calculus class! Crystal...something....his buddy Todd had a huge crush on her, and she was cute enough but...but...why was she crawling into his room from outside his dorm window? She dripped with sweat, and what must have been fresh cum all over the tanned perfection of her aroused, feminine body. They had gotten to her too. "I'm still me; They didn't kill me or anything; I feel better than I ever imagined possible!" Her enthusiasm was palpable, auburn-gold hair slicked back from sexual juices, her eyes, (and pussy) widened with excitement. "I've joined....a family! A very large, very happy family! You're a good guy, Jason I want more than anything for you to experience the thrill!" her arms were outstretched; clearly in the hopes that Jason would choose her cunt.
; ; "You...you're not human anymore!" His muscles tensed; he clutched Cynthia's wrist; unwilling to let the only human in the room out of his reach. Crystal shrugged. The flourescent lighting playing ghostlike upon the slippery sheen of her naked, bulging breasts, which if anything seemed enlarged to at least a DD-cup since her mysterious conversion.
; ; "So what? I'm better now! The pleasures are beyond belief! I know you're afraid; but there's nothing more important than sharing the joy with you..."
; ; "The Joy of orgasm everlasting..." The voice was coming from all those present. From the Britney clone, from Fabio, from Fred, and Crystal. They spoke simultaneously. There was another sound, a sound like flowing pudding; great gobs of slurpy, sloppy pudding. More faces appeared, as alien mockeries of his college friends appeared in his window, apparently...oozing from nearby. "An Ecstasy shared, made richer by the diversity of participants; greater and more profound than any natural, earthly pleasure..." said the combined choir; speaking in perfect, synchronous harmony. It was Jerry, and Todd, and that...that creepy janitor guy that worked downstairs...and Brian, and that fat girl in his creative writing class, and that cocky basketball player, they were all people he knew, but no longer. "You don't know the pleasure;" droned the sperm hive-mind in the voices of his friends and acquaintances. "When you have been inseminated, you will understand, and you will regret the time wasted as a mere human." They all said, in perfect harmony. We have absorbed the knowledge of those that are part of us; this world needs us. You will be inseminated; resistance is futile."
; ; Amidst his fear, Jason still was able to muster up a groan.
; ; Suddenly, the Britney-duplicate clutched her tits. Which began to throb, and pulse. Her rounded, tan globes were slightly larger than fresh apples, sprouting pertly from her youthful frame. With a shimmy and a shiver, her boobs seemed to swell at least two inches larger.
; ; "Oops, I did it again," explained the Spears sperm-duplicate, speaking only with her own voice. "I got lost in this game;" Her voice deepened with a sultry flavor. "The game of persuading you to thrust your manhood within our cunt! If you only knew the perfect pleasure! But you shall, Jason. It requires only a push; when we achieve the perfect body, the body that most enflames your natural lusts, you will mate with us, and become complete. What if Britney's breasts were bigger? That would please you, yes?"
; ; NO! She...it....they knew! They...they must know about his secret craving for girls with huge tits!
; ; "What if Fabio's cock was larger?" Asked the Thing that was mimicking the male-model, as it opened wide muscular arms to embrace Cynthia. His manhood throbbed while attaining three more inches.
; ; "WATCH BRITNEY'S TITS GROW!!" Commanded the female alien double, "WATCH UNTIL YOU CAN NO LONGER CONTAIN YOUR SPERM!!!" Those original globes no larger than the freshest, ripest crop of succulent apples, had blossomed yet a few inches more; the alien arching her back; eyes fading into pure white, relishing the growth sensation. As she tensed, those sweaty boobs bounced in quivering jolts of firm grandeur, whilst attaining and yet surpassing grapefruit size.
; ; The bosomy distortion of the body that belonged to the pop-princess was more than merely an inflation of her ripe mammaries, each boob was truly increasing; red aureoles spead across the broad panoply of sweaty titflesh on a fertile journey from the size of cucumber-slices to a diameter not unlike that of a snow-globe baseboard, fading into a rich brown.
; ; The clone-creature gripped her burgeoning boobs, emitting a throaty grunt of savage ecstasy flavored with a note of triumph; not at all unaware of the reddening of Jason's face, nor the heat on his cheeks. With each throbbing pulse of mammalian expansion, the creature's boobs hung yet heavier, with a greater promise of unearthly fertility; even as her nipples seemed more determined to thrust ever upward, sprouting from pea-pods to erect nubs of popcorn size.
; ; She pinced these nipples, her wailing cries heralding the onset of grandiose juggs of similar diameter to a pet-shop running wheel, the jutting mounds protruding past 8 inches in length, nearly keeping pace with Fabio's mighty member. The exhiliration of the experience was fueling her already preternatual libido, as Britney cackled with manic glee from the surge of desire that accompanied her expansion. In mere moments, she would not need to grasp Jason; her own tits would surge forth, bombarding him with an onslaught of hardened, naked nipples.
; ; How much larger might the Britney-Thing grow? Even past the soccer-ball size her quivering mams reached within 5 seconds after she surpassed all hope of fitting into a DD-cup? He couldn't wait around to find out; the alien was right; watching the body of his music-goddess-idol grow boobs big enough for March-Madness would indeed push him over the edge of reason and control. He had to act while he still had his wits about him!
; ; He reached out and grabbed Cynthia's wrist; she seemed to be waging her own internal struggle against the probing caress of Fabio's manhood, her ripe lips quivering with conflicting emotions.
; ; "RUUUUUUUUUUUNN!!!" and they were off. Away from the sweat, the sperm, the dangling sexual organs, and the faces of their former friends. So delirious with passion were the sperm-creatures, that they were taken completely by surprise.
; ; "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" wailed Britney; beating her fists into the floor in impotent, frustrated lust. "Soo....soooo....horny...." A hand gripped her hungry slit, throbbing like the jaws of an erotic pirahna.
; ; "YOU CAN'T ESCAPE JASON!" she screeched. "YOU WILL BE INSEMINATED!! WE WILL HAVE YOUR PENIS!!! WE WILL HAVE YOUR SPERM!!!! ALL SPERM EVERYWHERE!!!!!!"
; ; **********
; ; He should have been above this; he was a professor after all. He should be above lusting after his students, even the most voluptuous among them. He was a professional. And yet; the Veil was off. She was from the middle-east, always wrapping herself in unflattering scarves and shawls no matter the weather. Yet that couldn't hide the feminine curves of Dina's body.
; ; There had been no real seduction; something had changed in her, she had barged into his office without her usual coverings; instead there had been a red, sleeveless, spaghetti-strap microdress hugging her sweat-slicked frame. The ripe contours of her youthful flesh had been even more dazzling than he had feared. Her dark hair, faintly highlighted with auburn strands was plastered back; Dina's eyes burned that same brilliant green as that Afghani girl on the famous cover of National Geographic. Yet these eyes smouldered with a sexual frenzy greater than the zeal of the most ardent fanatic.
; ; Her breasts, thrust up against the chest of Dr. Stephens, communicated the urgency of her need even more eloquently than her teeth, as Dina bit off several of his buttons in her lust. But for a moment at least, reason had prevailed; they were in his office; she was a student; he was her professor. Instead, she reached into his pocket, stole his car keys, and scampered to the parking lot.
; ; He had found her inside, frantically pleasuring herself, breasts quavering. There were a thousand reasons to put an end to whatever prank had caused this; yet Dr. Stephens smoothed back his balding hairline, and strode towards the car. There were professional ways to handle such a perverse situation; yet he opened the door to sit with her. He knew, and accepted the standard ethics that were University policy; yet he did not protest when she unzipped his trouser.
; ; Nor did he protest as the olive-skinned sex-pot rutted away atop his rock-hard cock, shouting oaths in her native tongue. Her breasts did not need to be larger; the perfect tangerine shape of her mammaries was enough to bury him beneath the yearnings of his libido. Yet those female mounds continued their reckless course of bulging enlargement. She could not grind her slathering pussy against him for long before the inevitable.
; ; Raphael Stephens had never been an especially potent love; yet surprisingly, Dina seemed to cum before him; that must be what it was. In a ear-piercing shriek, she clasped her boobs, each of her girls spewing forth a creamy syrup with a suspicious, off-white color. She...she came through her tits? Yet there was no time to ponder this wonder, as his own release fast approached.
; ; He came; and came. That core of burning ecstasy deep in his cock, heralding an impending orgiastic spurt, it expanded, exploded throughout his body. Soon, it felt as though not just his cock, but his legs, chest, head, entire body was a sexual organ.
; ; **SHLUMPHFFFF** Mightier than humanly possible, his engorged cock blasted a torrent of semen within the churning fires of slippery heat encircling him. How? No man alive; no horse alive had this much sperm? Yet he kept cumming!! The searing jolt of sexual release successfully drowned out the din of his higher brain functions. He stared in wonder...**LSHULMPH** his hand...his cock...**SLURPLUP** his hand was becoming...transparent..what?
; ; It was indeed Raphael Stephen's last conscious thought...as Raphael Stephens. What remained of his clothing sagged; as the body beneath became a creamy, gelatinous ooze. Surging, frothing upwards into that hungry cunt. Dina was able to unleash one more scream before the ecstasy became too much for her physical form. Both bodies were now living, flowing mounds of alien ejaculate. The Sperm frothed and flowed, reveling in the pleasure of absorbing another life, another human. The girl had resisted at first; but that only made her insemination all the more worthwhile. Now Dina belonged, mind, body, and soul, to The Sperm. Her mind, memories, and body could be recalled, rebuilt, and altered anytime, in any way The Sperm desired. The amorphous puddle gurgled in pleasure; the Professor was the oldest, most knowledgeable of all the humans it had as of yet inseminated; his knowledge would be invaluable. But still, no reason to arouse unwanted suspicion. The wiry, middle-aged body of the Professor began to coallesce, reforming out of the mass of larger sperm. It would be business as usual; Dr. Stephens would continue work as normal. The rest of the Sperm congealed into the shapely curves of Dina al-Akbar. She would never again hide the ripeness of her voluptuous form beneath scarves veils, and head-wraps, but if anyone was surprised by the scandalous short-skirts she now wore, (especially a guy) it could be a chance to Inseminate more prey. She would certainly attend the rest of her classes, as normal.
; ; Only at night would things be different; Dr. Stephens would seem to be Dr. Stephens long enough to seduce his mate, awaiting his return at home. Then, she too would know the ecstasy; the sublime rapture of Oneness.
; ; The face and arms of the Professor shaped itself out of the river of living semen, just as the torso of the girl Dina emerged, finishing the transformation back into human flesh, allowing Stephens to fondle, and suckle her tits. The Joy, the Sex would never end; though absorbed already, sex was still possible; still inevitable.
; ; Just as the Insemination of this planet was inevitable....
; ; **********
; ; It was like someone had read her mind; how could anyone have known about Nikki's secret, desperate fantasy to make love to Arnold Schwartzenegger in a public restroom? The nipples on her ample breasts tingled with pleasure at his touch. Nikki had pale blond hair, and had always had embarrasingly large boobs; developing much too early, giving people assumptions and expectations she wasn't prepared to match. Only in her celebrity fantasy world was she unafraid to come out of her shell, to explore her sensuality. And he had come.
; ; Dressed in his 'Terminator' black leather, he had burst into the Ladies' room just as she was finishing primping; he must have known she was there. He must have known of her desire. It was impossible, but the face was him! It was Arnold's face! The absurdity of the situation was not lost on her, yet she was past resisting; certainly after her first orgasm.
; ; Arnold took her, pushed her forcefully into the handicapped stall, tore her pants asunder with a mighty tug, and hoisted her over his head, his face level with her pussy; her rapidly moistening pussy. She was helpless, powerless in his beefy grasp, and she loved it! His rough tongue teased and tormented her womanly slit, teeth using just the right amount of pressure to send waves of passion to her clit. His skill was...was...unearthly; That tongue, **SLURPing**, and **SCHLUKing** as it burrowed into the sanctum of Nikki's womanhood. She was surprised that her quivering, lust-wracked body still had the strength to wrap her legs around his head after that third climax.
; ; "You won't be needing this;" he announced, pulling off her sweater, ripping apart her bra, which he flushed down the toilet. Sweat flushed Arnold's brow, lowering her, he sunk his mighty, tonghened hands into the yielding terrain of Nikki's football-sized tits. Kneading them like dough, determined to drive her to yet another orgasm. A cock of ever-growing size teased and brushed her naked pussy, as he held her in his grip. It was torture, so close to a cock she'd dreamed of for over a decade; the 'good Terminator' should be above torture; why didn't he plunge his cock into...
; ; "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!" came the yell that signaled Nikki's completion, her total submission to a penis that was every bit larger than life. Somehow, Arnold no longer had clothes; he had come in with them, yet without her noticing, they seemed to melt away during the course of the cunnilingus. And he was inside her! Churning, grinding, within her slick slit. She had to do it, she had to ask, while she was still able to think...
; ; "Say it...." Nikki gurgled. "Say it!" she pleaded.
; ; "I'll be back!" He declared, plunging his fingers deeply into her ass; deeper than she imagined possible. The eruption came then, both from her own climax, (how many had this been?) and the river of sperm that surged from Arnold. OH...oh..it...he..he had spurted almost a gallon of jism into her! And...and he kept going...more...more than...just one gallon...She felt the semen burning, a rushing...tingling inside her, and through her! It did not seem to be confined to her womb, but she felt a tingling, tickling surge as though millions of tiny objects were permeating her...penetrating her...Inseminating her...
; ; "M-my hand...It..I can...see through it..." noted Nikki, but it was far too late. Nikki's body burst into a flowing sluice of white, gelatinous ooze. A writhing glob of living Sperm. Arnold gripped his beefy rod, dousing the new convert with several more pints worth of his jizm, before he himself dissolved, returning to his true form. The larger mass of alien Sperm writhed and burbled, the minds and personalities of those it had absorbed reveling in the endless ecstasy of Oneness, before sucking itself down the bathroom floor drain.
; ; **********
; ; Suddenly, classes seemed much less important to Jason. The succubi invasion had consumed all his thoughts. Not so for the 'enemy'; for Jason had been watching them. From his hiding spot deep in the bushes on the edge of campus, Jason struggled to document all he could through telescope, camcorder, and camera zoom-lenses. The sperm-succubi-aliens had no fear; by night they slurped around, turning into great puddles of slithering sperm while they assumed a variety of forms. Any form; whether local hottie or celebrity; the Sperm could create a duplicate of any human being, whatever would entice humans into sex. It would do anything, assume any form to mate with earthlings- then absorb them.
; ; But by day, the burbling globs always assumed the shape of some local student they had previously Inseminated, and that student..... ; Yes, they all went about their classes as normal. And there Jason might have lost sight of them; except that he had plastered the whole campus with his secret, tiny, microcameras. He wasn't worried about getting prosecuted; he was worried about the Grand Design of the succubi! There they were, going to class, like nothing was wrong. They really did seem like the people they used to be. They had all the memories; all the personalities, just...they were a lot sweatier, looking like they just had a shower, or gangbang. But if they could, they would follow tempting targets; those students or workers that seemed sexually deprived. If they caught them alone, the sperm-creature would transform into a sexual fantasy and give the human the ride of their lives! And they would be one of them! It looked like Oscar Night; what with all the Hollywood hotties. Well, them and local, news-anchor info-babes; and women with gigantic tits that could only have been the secret, porn-star obsessions of the unfortunate male victims.
; ; Jason had almost sobbed when he looked through his developed film from a secret camera, and saw the Basketball coach surrounded in his office by three professional fitness models in the buff. Their muscled bodies looked like they had just been working out; he never stood a chance.
; ; But now, tonight, things were coming to a 'head'. He was sure. Jason, from the bushes, couldn't tell how far the infection had spread; but almost half the student-residence complex had been visited by impossible sexual fantasies; visited by the Sperm. From doors, and dorm-windows the Sperm flowed. Oozing blobs of creamy ejaculate slithered and trickled down the sides of the building. Those rivers of cum flowing from each window had once been students, had once been human.
; ; Perhaps all the Earth, all mankind was an egg cell; and some act of celestial intercourse had triggered an alien breeding cycle. Well regardless; Jason couldn't take this lying down!
; ; "It's huge!! declared Cynthia, emerging from bushes to the South. She had known his hiding spot already. "The Sperm it's...it's gathering, from all over!" Jason gulped. Typical, alien-succubi about to take over the Earth, and here he was eyes riveted to Cynthia's boobs; which seemed somehow bigger than yesterday. Her girl-globes had truly reached canteloupe size, within her burdened and bulging white halter-top. No! He...he had to focus.
; ; "Oh no...I think I know what...I think I see the plan..." Jason declared in a quavering voice, staring through his telescope. It was the big Kappa-Kappa-Alpha Frat mixer; an annual event; often descending into something like a giant bachelour party. Hundreds of young, virile men had gathered on the football field, fresh meat. "Yes, it makes sense now...the Sperm...it wants to devour all the Fraternities at once! But...it can't do it piecemeal...they're in a large crowd, if guys started turning into puddles of sperm after having sex with Britney Spears, everyone gets frightened...."
; ; "So it's gathering strength," continued Cynthia, following his train of thought. "It will present hundreds of fantasy women, an army of sluts looking like each guy's walking wet dream! With enough of them, they'll have two or three for each guy! By the time anyone notices the truth, Tyra Banks will be sucking his cock already! And it'll be too late!"
; ; "It might never be stopped if it gets that powerful, if it Inseminates so many people....bullets...probably won't work...can't get enough of them....think Cynthia! There may not be time to convince the authorities! We've got to figure this out ourselves!"
; ; "And what would you tell them Jason? An army of sperm-succubi from Outer space are going to take over the world? I've watched enough sci-fi movies to know they'll never believe you."
; ; "Think..." pondered Jason.
; ; **********
; ; It was almost time; and Britney was becoming impatient. This was why she existed; the Sperm had put in her head lines of inane, insipid lyrics so she could pretend to be a popular, recurring sexual fantasy. All for the purpose of Inseminating this vast crowd of wonderful, horny men. She could smell the waves of lust, and within the creature with the face and form of the pop-queen, there was a sharp stab of passionate lust; a sexual hunger that was the totality, the entirety of her existence. But the Sperm would not release her! Wait...Wait...came the command; while all the Sperm, from all over campus was gathered.
; ; The Britney-thing smiled as she saw Dr. Stephen's car pull up. He and his wife had driven here naked, his cock erect, her breasts wobbling as she rushed forwards. His a howl of fulfillment, he ran towards a massive gout of Sperm, his own body dissolving into white pudding even before he merged. Dr. Stephens and his wife transformed instantly as they returned to where they belonged now.
; ; Within the greater glob of cum, the faces and bodies of female celebrities materialized. Within the larger mass, swirls appeared when another fantasy babe was materializing, the alien sperm cells mimicking human cells, copying a human body. Cindy Crawford arose in a great spurt, fondling her own breasts, grunting with her desire for the Prey nearby. The Sperm was as large as a house, writhing, spurting, swirling amidst the parking lot of the residence halls. But a mass so great, even at night, could not remain unnoticed, and the Sperm was wary. There was a constant trickle of non-converted humans that occasionally entered the parking lot.
; ; Gail was a thin, shy girl. All she wanted was...."What?" The...the parking lot! What *is* that...white and creamy...what the fmmmmph!" Gail said, as she was tackled by a more muscular version of Brad Pitt. Micheal Jordan, at the height of his career, with not a stitch of clothing came up to her from behind. Mike grabbed her tits as Brad gripped her hips firmly, pressing his mouth against hers. Her greatest fantasy! Impossible! Between...Micheal Jordan and Brad Pitt! How?! WHY?!? But when their penises entered her from both ways, it no longer mattered. It took less than two minutes before Gail felt her body dissolve.
; ; Seconds later, the thin girl's body rematerialized 30 feet away, smiling with rapturous ecstasy, from belonging totally and completely to the Sperm.....
; ; On the other side of campus, the brothers were returning from a night on the town, they hoped they weren't too late for the big Mixer. And they saw it; a Great, gurgling blob at least 30 feet tall, maybe twice that wide, with rivers of more white slime flowing into it. That was before Angelina Jolie tackled both of them. They were brothers, and both craved the full-lipped starlet with equal fervor. So there were two of them. Blond Angelina and red-head angelina, but the unlikelyhood of this development was lost on them, because each of the brothers were lost in her D-cup tits, pressed tightly around his lips.
; ; Each new only that his Angelina-fantasies had come true; each knew only the perfect firmness of her silky boobs, each knew only that her moist cunt had engulfed his surging rod of erect meat. And in moments, each knew the oneness, the glory, the blending of mind, soul, and spirit, as part of the Sperm.
; ; **********
; ; The frustration was too great, and the parking lot was filled with naked, frolicking floozies, famous sex-kittens from film, screen, and magazine turned upon each other; their lusts to great to contain. Two versions of Britney were sucking the tits of both Carmen Electra, and Brazilian Supermodel Giselle. Mega-busty porn-star Crystal gunns was in the '69' position with Jennifer Aniston, each slurping, suckling the other's pussy with wild abandon, all on a bed of living Sperm. Fitness-star and porn goddess April Hunter was teasing, licking the perky breasts of Fox News brunette anchorbabe, Kiran Chetry. All naked, all dripping with sweat, sperm, and lust. And many, many more. But there was always room for one more, if and when anyone discovered them. Even as the Sperm gathered its total strength, casual passersby were confronted with their erotic obsessions, further adding to that strength!
; ; **********
; ; "There!" Jason saw it! He ran towards the tanker truck parked at the side of the road; his quick wit instantly derived a solution, determined a weapon! The tanker truck had a label reading liquid-nitrogen! If there was a way...yes! He knew what to do! The Sperm was almost complete, a great, heaping glob that he was afraid to look upon. As he ran, he dodged the frantic embrace of Britney-clones dispatched to seduce him. From the bushes leapt a porn-star he'd once liked, Aria Giovanni. The lips of her cunt splayed within the circle of her ripe breeding-hips, as she grasped her boobs, and released a mighty spurt of milky breast-cum. Dazzlingly, Jason dodged, and made it to the tanker.
; ; Odd, the door was open, the driver was gone, and the engine was running. But he couldn't worry about that! This could be his last and only chance to protect the Earth, and all Mankind!! Really, Jason had no idea what he was doing; he wasn't qualified to drive a big-rig like this! But, fumbling with the levers he...YAAAAH!!! ; He was going in fast reverse; quickly...quickly...swerving dangerously through the parking lot towards the Sperm. The alien sex-hive gathered itself, tendrils surrounding the offending object that had slammed into it! Sinking into the white sea of sex, the truck glanced the corner of the residence hall. And Jason heard the metal groan in protest as it ruptured.
; ; And it was too late; The great mound absorbed the entire load of liquid nitrogen, every last atom. The writhing slowed....slowed....and stopped.
; ; The Sperm....all the Sperm froze solid! A solid crystal of living lust; frozen in a moment of rage and passion. Crystalline sculptures of Britney and April thrust their hands angrily towards the truck, but their efforts were in vain. Jason didn't know if it were possible to save the people absorbed by the Sperm, but at least the authorities would now have a chance to try.
; ; "Wow, I'm just glad I watched all those old movies!"
; ; **********
; ; There was no foreplay. It was as if something clicked inside of Cynthia, when she barged into his dorm room much later. She pushed him onto the bed, peeling away his pants as her breasts jiggled.
; ; "You did good today Jason," she said huskily, raven hair fluttering around the elegant perfection of her face. Her breasts were shaking, the hefty globes straining for escape from her halter-top.
; ; "Well...*WHOA* to be honest...I saw something like this...in an old movie once." Dainty hands ripped apart his shirt.
; ; "I'm so glad you helped me with our problem; but this was a test for you, as well as a task to be resolved." She gripped his wrists, quivering mounds of titflesh seeming to surge out of the cups of her bra. The sensation was deeply erotic, Jason could tell but...what was this all about?
; ; "Wha-" he began, as the great mountains of boob pushed closer, from canteloupes to medicine balls, her mammaries tortured the fabric with her fertile blossoming.
; ; "The alien...the Sperm, you're wrong but...*GROAN* (the first strap gave out) You can't be blamed for not...guessing the truth...the alien wasn't a succubus...it was just an alien...an outsider...and you've....neutralized it...for us..." her breathing became laboured; brow contorted in passion.
; ; "What...are you saying...Cynthia?"
; ; "The legends were all true; they aren't lies, or distorted attempts...YAAAH! to explain...the unknown....we are real, the succubi are real, and I'm so glad you helped us get rid of the alien infestation. We don't like competition." The swelling baloons of female flesh jutting from Cynthia conquered bra and top, unleasing a great spurt of hot milk.
; ; His pants were gone, his clothes were gone, and the dripping heat of her throbbing pussy was upon him; engulfing his rod. She gurgled and growled with a predatory hunger as he entered her.
; ; "N-no...im-impossible...you're the Succubus? But...I..I know you...you're in my class...can't be...." she giggled.
; ; "Silly boy, what did you think; we would all live in caves and sleep in coffins? I go to college like anyone else. I just have different needs....sexual needs..." her eyes, closed in concentration, opened wide, glowing red as molten steel with the infernal energies of her nature. Her pussy squeezed around him, as black leathern wings unfolded from her back.
; ; "The guys...in the infirmary...anemia...it was you..." gurgled Jason, struggling to push her off. Cynthia nodded, hellish light from her glowing eyes illuminating his face.
; ; "I needed them, and I'm ready now. I got....*SLUCK* enough sperm from them...to push me...over the edge." She grasped his head, thrusting a turgid nipple into his mouth, milk streaming past his lips.
; ; "It's my very first Breeding Cycle; When a succubi gets enough Sperm, enough to spare, she can birth offspring almost like a human woman. We choose special men, men that please us the most for the Cycle." Jason tried to shake his head in denial.
; ; "We've always existed, down through the centuries...*CHLURP*, We're as much a part...*LPOP* of Earth...as you are...*SLUNKLP*...The Sperm-creature...didn't belong....*SULNK* This is..our World...and Mankind is our Prey alone!"
; ; "N-not...your Prey.." moaned Jason, unable to stop his hands from roving over her ass, thighs, and the bases of the evil, black wings that as much repulsed as excited him.
; ; "Of course you are; that's why no man has uncovered proof of us over the centuries; any man that gets close enough to learn the truth, is also close enough to become Prey." she explained.
; ; "N-no...I won't..." Jason tried to feebly protest.
; ; "Don't bother to resist, you've tasted my milk, and your cock is inside my pussy. You belong to me now." It was true, Jason felt a burning core of preternatural lust seething in his groin...and traveling...traveling up his body...to his brain. He felt a wave of unnatural emotion, crushing his will, battering down his resolve. His sense of self-preservation, his sense of self-worth was replaced with a fanatical lust and obsession with Cynthia. "Don't fight; enjoy the Cycle; it's quite pleasurable, though the man often doesn't survive." He could only cry out dismay at the loss of his free-will.......
; ; He couldn't say how long it lasted. There was no time, there was only her. If anyone came to the door, he hastily sent them away. They seemed to draw vitality from a bottomless well for the Breeding Cycle, for the sex. Well, in truth the bottomless well was him. He could see himself growing pale, thinner as prodigious loads of his sperm were devoured by her hungry womanhood. He was producing more semen than most men could in a month, and it was taking its toll. He understood now; the legends about some sort of vital life-energy being drained by the Succubus? That was sperm; all sperm. Something about her milk, something about her pussy forced his body to create more semen than any man, horse, or whale was designed for. Yet, even though he could see himself shrivel away, there was no fatigue. Only lust, only obsession.
; ; It must have been hours before she was ready for birth. Jason could no longer process time, but he saw as her gravid womb inflated, pushing through months of pregnancy before his eyes. She swelled, belly hanging low with the first load of succubi-spawn. The creatures that she birthed seemed human for only a second; soon after emerging from between her slick, heaving thighs, the infants grew small, bat-like wings and began fluttering through the room.
; ; Jason, in his obsession, could only massage her body, shoulders and feet, doing anything to please her, distract himself as he yearned for his next chance to enter her. ; The Cycle was infinitely bittersweet; more than life itself he wanted to ejaculate into her cunt, yet when he did so, her womb grew ripe with young, and he had to wait, clutching his raging cock as she birthed demon-spawn from her fertile hips. All he could do was pleasure her, please her waiting for his turn.
; ; As she birthed her litters, she clutched her chest, as new nipples appeared, sprouting in size to become new breasts. From little eraser-nubs, the four new tits grew in steady throbs to strawberry size, spreading out upon her abdomen like cereal bowls. Her mounds reddened slightly, as they grew heavy with milk. In moments, two vertical rows of three teats each hung from her unholy frame, each demon-infant drinking its fill, then flying off into the night. And Jason was there, latched onto the lower left nipple....
; ; Yes, he would miss his health, and his free-will, but there was reason, a deep-dark secret reason he had searched out the truth of the succubus legends...
; ; This is what he wanted all along...
; ; **********
; ; The clean-up was going according to plan, but Dr. Lisa Shetland had doubts about the shapeshifting mass being of extra-terrestrial origin. But she was open to the possibilities.
; ; *PLOP*
; ; "Ewww..." a white droplet had fell from a tree, onto the skin of her shoulder. So why should that make her feel so...so horny all the sudden? ; ;