Breed 3 (Sci-fi, Mg, Ff, Oral, Anal)
by Osric134



Michael felt good this morning for the first time in his life,
strong, energetic. He literally bounced around the office. The
staff all looked at him differently, smiling as he went by, he
even got a flirtatious look from Christina Hutchings in Billing.
That really did make him feel good.
He almost made it through the day when he got a phone call, it
was from the police. That surprised him, why were they calling
him? Was it something to do with the girl staying at his house?
Had someone seen her and called them?
"Yes, this is Michael Samuel!" he said to the voice, feeling a
little apprehensive.
"This is Detective Inspector Ian Graves of the Oxfordshire
Constabulary, I have a few questions for you about your aunt,  Dr
Susan Langham." said the bass voice on the other end of the
phone.
"Look Inspector, I already had people come to my house, go
through the few things she had here, ask me loads of
questions..." Michael said, feeling some relief.
"Mr Samuel, what I want to ask is more of a personal nature." he
said, "Did she have any dealings with a man named Ernie Reems or
another guy named Fred Terry?"
"I knew most of the people she knew socially and I don't think I
ever heard those names before, Inspector. Sorry!" Michael said,
not recognising the names at all.
"I see!" the voice said.
"What has this got to do with?" he asked the deep voiced man on
the phone.
"It's part of an ongoing investigation that might have links to
your Aunt's, death." the voice said, thanked him and hung up.
Michael was confused, why were they still investigating that
case? His Aunt died months ago now, he had buried her remains in
the church grounds. A lot of people had come to see her being
interred. There were even a few he had never seen before, men in
suits and dark glasses standing well back. They looked as though
they didn't want to be seen. They had looked over at him and he
had stared back at them until they turned away. Michael was not
normally that self-assured, but he had been more inquisitive than
anything else. He found out that they were from his aunt's
company, the same men who later came to his home with the police
looking for any signs of his aunt's research and found nothing.
They had made quite a mess of the place, tearing his seat
cushions and the mattress of his beds. They did eventually pay
the damage of course, allowing him to buy newer furnishings, but
he was still very angry about the whole thing.
Amanda Bernette came to his desk and hovered. He looked up and
felt his world crash down around him when he saw that look on her
beautiful face.
"Michael, I need you to write up this report before you leave."
she smiled, that sickly smile of hers. "It needs to be out by
Friday and I have to have it finished so that I can review it."
He sighed, and took the reamed of paper from her hand. Katherine
looked over at him from her desk with stern eyes, he couldn't
look at her after that from the shame. The woman was annoyed with
him all afternoon for his gutlessness.

The girl relax in the bath, her young body feeling good in the
scalding hot water. She closed her eyes and dropped back, her
head going under the water where she stayed for a very long time.
She didn't come up for air for nearly ten minutes, opening her
eyes and smiling as she drained the water of oxygen. Then she
raised up and got out of the water, draining it down the
plug-hole. She stood there, watching the water slowly drain away;
then suddenly she jumped, her eyes large and frightened. She
staggered back against the cold wall of tiles, her body starting
to shudder, to shake. The she gasped and clutched at the sink
next to her, bending over it and vomiting briefly. She strained
and moaned, her back writhing as if something was alive inside
her. Suddenly the base of her spine erupted outwards, downwards
between her thighs, coiling about her legs into a long powerful
tail, on it's end a flanged-like knob looking almost like a
cock's. It's tip open and dripping with clear slime.
She stood up, exhausted and swishing it about her then bringing
the tip up in front of her face, the tip leaking in readiness.
She smiled, opening her mouth and extending her long, long tongue
until she tasted her dripping goo. She moaned and dropped her
tail down, the cock-tipped end touching her plump meaty pussy.
She closed her eyes and drove it into herself savagely, fucking
furiously and moaning with raw pleasure. She clung to the sink,
her fingers almost cracking the porcelain. Her moans and gasps
were loud and would have been heard outside if anyone was about.
Then she shuddered, writhing as she came hard, dropping to her
knees.
She gasped for breath, raising her head again and smiling in
triumph. As she stood up, her tail shrank away to nothing and she
stroked her back where it had been. She had changed beyond
anything she had ever imagined, a new species of human. A new
breed.

Michael arrived home almost three in the morning. He was so tired
that he didn't even stop to eat something, dropping into bed with
all his clothes.
He was asleep before he knew.
The shadowy figure of the young girl ghosted into the room,
standing over the man who lay fully clothed on the bed. She
smiled down at him rolling him over and undoing his jacket. She
stripped him naked, lifting him as easily as if he were a
blanket, placing him under the sheets. The she slipped in beside
him, leaning over him to kiss him. She forced her long sticky
tongue deep into his throat, causing the man to gag, and then
began dribbling her thick gooey saliva into him, holding his nose
so that he would swallow it all down. She continued to feed him
her strange spit for a long while, then she pulled her tongue out
of him. She climbed onto him, his cock now rock hard from the
pheromones she was releasing into the air around him, arousing
his unconscious mind. She mounted him, sliding him up into her
tight, tight pussy until he moaned in his sleep and she gasped
happily in unison. Then she lay on top of him, riding him gently.
She fucked him slowly for the entire night, draining him of all
his sperm then slipped out of his bed and then glided out of the
room again leaving the sleeping man to recover.

Michael felt strange when he woke up the next morning. He was
sure that he hadn't taken off his clothes for bed, but there they
were, folded the way he always folded them on the chair. He went
into the bathroom and showered, shaved and cleaned his teeth. He
was surprised to find breakfast ready, the girl sitting there,
smiling at him.
"Good morning gorgeous!" he said without thinking, "How did you
sleep?"
The girl raised her hand and did a 'so-so' gesture. He laughed
and sat down looking at the spread with some amazement. It was as
if he himself had prepared it, everything just as he would have
placed them. She was very observant, copying everything to the
last detail.
"Thank you, I didn't expect you to cook breakfast for me. It
smells delicious!" he grinned and started eating, finding the
food tasting a bit strange but good.
The girl smiled and also ate, Michael unconsciously feeling the
need to open up, telling the girl about his previous day. She was
attentive, interested in everything that had transpire,
especially about the police enquiry.
Michael left for work, before he remembered to talk to her about
what they would do about her staying there. The truth was that he
felt comfortable with her already, liked having her there and not
really wanting her to go. He felt a strange attachment to her, a
need for her that seemed odd since she was so young and he didn't
have sexual feelings towards young girls. It still seemed odd to
him that he had brought her home with him at all, that he had let
her stay in his house for such a long time without handing her
over to Social Services. He knew that he should get her somewhere
better, and legal before there were repercussions. But something
was stopping him, keeping him from parting with her and he
couldn't understand it.
His day was bad. Amanda lambasted him about his work on the
report again, commenting on his spelling, his prose and his
organisation. He stood listening to her tirade, her suggestions
that maybe she should have done it herself. He nearly told her
that she should next time, but bit his tongue. He had never liked
confrontation and tried too hard to please people.
When he arrived home that evening, he was in a bad mood, eating
dinner quietly and then going to straight up to bed early. As he
lay there he thought about his life and why he was so weak.
Falling eventually into a fitfully disturbed sleep.

The girl stood over him, watching his face contort with pain and
worry, his dreams obviously full of the unconscious happenings of
his day. She leaned over the man and breathed gently into his
face, the man slowly started relaxing into a deeper, more
peaceful sleep. She smiled and raised up, stretching her sexy
young frame. She moaned and wriggled, her tail re-forming from
her lower back, extending down and weaving around behind her. She
climbed into the bed and extended her wet, slippery tongue into
the sleeping man's mouth and deep into his throat, sealing it
with her lips and making him gag a bit. She grasped his throbbing
cock in her strong hand and squeezed him up into the savage grip
of her plump, hungry pussy.  She began to ride him as she had
every night since she arrived, her juices coating his cock,
seeping into his skin. Her tongue worked in his mouth, gooey
saliva being fed into him slowly as she fucked him.
Then her tailed moved up between his thighs, the tip seeking its
way towards his anus as if by its own will. It pushed and
wriggled as it forced up between his buttocks, oozing as it found
his rental opening and sliming as it rubbed and pushed. His anus
relaxing as the chemicals in the juices coated his hole, the tip
slowly squeezed up into him, causing him to groan in his sleep.
"Ahhhhhh!" she sighed as she pulled her mouth from his, her slimy
spit leaking out of his mouth down his cheek as he gurgled under
her.
She fucked him with her 'tail' sodomising him and delighting in
the taking of his very last virginity, his guttural moans
exciting her, delighting her. She rode his cock, fucking him with
her cock-tipped tail. She leaned back down and pressed her mouth
to his, opening her jaws inside his gently. Then she held his
nose shut and heaved up hard, vomiting into his mouth. Again and
again she hurled up into his throat and forcing it into his
roiling stomach as he slept.

Amanda Bernette felt wonderful. She loved her job, loved the
control she had over her staff. She sometimes wished she could
fire people the way her father used to be able to, but those
glorious days were gone now. Now you and to have a very good
reason and you had to give severance pay based on their years in
service. She didn't understand want better reason there was than
she wanted them gone.
On her way home yesterday day she had seen a lone young girl
watching her, a very pretty young thing of about twelve or so.
She smiled at the girl and gone on home, swearing that she was
being followed but seeing no one. She got home and curled up with
a book before dining on her left-over Chinese food, then she got
ready to go up to bed.
She thought about Michael Samuel, her pet Mikey, or Mouse as she
liked to call him in private. He was a handsome man, if a little
timid and weak. She felt a strong attraction for him and wanted
to have him as her personal pet, but she wanted to break him
first. The man should have been a stud with that physique, should
have had woman falling at his feet. What had happened?
Maybe she was the one who would train him. She was sure the man
was still a virgin, even at his age. She wanted to take that from
him, make him her own personal fuck-toy. She had heard that
virgins always remembered their first times and she well
remembered hers. She had forced herself on her stepfather one
night when her mother was away on business. Coming into his
bedroom naked and waking him with her well trained mouth. He
resisted of course, that just made it sweeter for her when she
rode him and bloodied the sheets with her virgin blood. He
freaked out and cried for hours, wanting to run away. She told
him that she would keep their secret if he did whatever she told
him. He became her secret lover for the next fifteen years, her
mother just thought that they were very close until she caught
them one day. Amanda was twenty five then. Her mother left and
never spoke to either one of them again. Her stepfather committed
suicide, leaving the company to her. Her own father had separated
from her mother when she was five, but kept in close contact with
his daughter. The man was ruthless and delighted in the stories
she told him of the manipulation and coercion of her stepfather.
Her own father died a few year later in a plane crash while
flying his little Cesna up to Wales. She was devastated and
stayed away from work from two months before she put in an
appearance again. That had been a year before Michael came to
work there.
She went up to bed and climbed naked under the sheets. Some day
soon she would be sharing her bed with the tasty Michael Samuel,
soon she would coil her long limbs around her pet and do whatever
she please with him. Perhaps she might train him as her personal
valet.

Michael woke up and found the girl gone. Her bag with her things
was gone too, she wasn't coming back by the looks of things. He
felt loss, sadness at her leaving. He wished he could have got
her to stay longer. He did check to see if she had taken anything
and was happy that she hadn't. He hoped he would see her again.
He winced in pain his stomach rumbled and her bowels hurt. His
bum-hole hurt him a lot too and he suddenly felt the pressing
need to go to the toilet, running back upstairs into the bathroom
and sitting down to an avalanche of messy, watery shit. Inside
his stomach ached for a long time and he showered for work,
thinking that he should see his doctor.
At work, Amanda was mean to him again, as usual. She called him
into the office and bawled him out over something trivial, not
seeing that the man was not feeling well. She called him an idiot
for not spotting the mistake and told him that he would be
working late every night until he fixed the problem. Michael
slumped all the way back to his desk, avoided looking at
Katherine and moped all day long. When everyone had left for the
day he was still at his desk going through the paperwork, looking
for more errors.
It was one o'clock in the morning when he left his office for
home, the man feeling doubly miserable and going straight to bed.
Even before he realised it, he was crying, sobbing alone against
his pillows.

The woman was smiling at Amanda and giving her one of those 'come
hither' looks as she stood in the bar, looks that meant she was
interested.
Amanda had never fucked with a woman before and felt her juices
leaking as she took her to the hotel she used once in a while.
The woman was incredibly attractive, very sexy. She reeked
sexuality and fuck smells, driving Amanda's senses wild with
need. Amanda found the woman irresistible and soon they were
dancing together, the woman's arms around her neck and hers
around the woman's waist. The sexy brunette leaned closer and
gently pecked her on the lips, her breath strongly smelling of
some kind of perfume.
Amanda grabbed her roughly and kissed her, tonguing her
sweet-tasting mouth and feeling her sucking on her tongue. She
felt so hot standing there, kissing a woman for the first time in
her life. She couldn't understand this sudden need, the need to
bed this hot looking woman she had never seen before. She
wondered what it would be like to suck another woman's pussy, to
have her's sucked.
The taxi took them to her home and they were soon naked in her
bed, unable to keep their hands off each other. Amanda could not
believe how sexy the woman's body was, how shapely and wonderful
her curves. She wished she had a body like that, a sexy frame so
hot that it made other women want to fuck her.
"What was your name again Honey!" she asked the gorgeous brunette
woman as she fondled her large firm breasts.
"Susan!" the woman said.

Michael felt horrible, his head was heavy and his body felt weak.
He didn't know what it was but he did know he needed something
really badly.
He called in sick and was told that Amanda hadn't come in either.
She hadn't called in until much later to say that she too was ill
and wouldn't be coming in for a couple of days.
He would have laughed had he not felt so awful. He told them that
whatever had affected her was probably affecting him too so he
was going to see his doctor right away. He hung up and dragged
himself out of the house to the doctor's surgery less than a mile
away on foot, strong enough to walk, but feeling as though he
would faint any moment.

'Susan' dragged her 'tail' slowly out of Amanda's anus, it had
been deep into the woman's stomach flooding her body with
enzymes. She lay there now, staring up at the ceiling, her mouth
leaking copious amounts of glutinous, porridgy vomit. The woman
would absorb all or it and swallow the rest down once her stomach
cleared.
'Susan' had enjoyed fucking her, her pussy tasted good as she
stroked her vulva with her long, snaking tongue, making the woman
scream in orgasm again and again. Amanda had been far to weak to
stop 'Susan' fucking her 'tail' into her wet, slippery pussy;
reaming her thoroughly to six more long cums, then shoving up
into her bum for some delicious sodomy before filling her up with
her primal soup. She had kissed that perfect mouth and juiced
her, then she had vomitted into the struggling woman. She had
enjoyed that very much, filling her to overflowing. The last time
she had done that the recipients had died, but 'Susan' had
learned now, she had learned how to force ingestion and watched
as the vomit in the paralysed woman's mouth slowly was swallowed
down. The woman would slowly adapt and be reborn, the enzymes in
the virus she had released into her changing her structure to a
lesser form of her own. Then they would have to get rid of the
remains and there would be two of them, 'Susan' being the
'Queen'.
Soon Amanda would be just like her and then she would go back for
Michael, who would just be starting to suffer from withdrawal by
now.
The naked woman on the bed gave a shudder and her well used arse
leaked onto the bed.
'Susan' laughed and walked out of the room to get something to
eat. Amanda Bennett would never hurt her Michael ever again, all
she would ever want to do after this was to care for him and
protect him, just the way she had been programmed.

Michael lay in bed, feeling awful. It had been three days now and
it seemed to be getting worse. He was now too weak to visit the
doctor and barely able to move around the house.
He wished that girl were here, somehow he felt that she could
make him feel better.
He turned onto his side and farted loudly, his bum still hurt him
for some strange reason, still leaked that gooey nastiness.
The doorbell rang and he groaned, dragging himself out of bed and
pulling his robe on. He was completely naked underneath, tying
the robe closed and dragging his bare feet as he trudged down the
stairs. He went forwards until her saw the hazy form of a woman
through the frosted glass in his door. The shape of the woman
looked so familiar, that he almost rushed to see her.
He opened the door and nearly died. The beautiful woman standing
there was a tall young version of his aunt, exactly the same
shaped face, the large blue eyes, even her winning smile. He
closed his eyes and shook his head, thinking that he was maybe
delirious.
"Hello?" he said weakly.
"Hello Mikey!" she smiled, pushing him back into the house and
pinning him to the wall as she pushed the door closed behind her.
She shuddered and then leaned forward, kissing the shocked man,
driving her long wet tongue deep into his mouth in a sloppy kiss.
He gagged as she stroked his throat with her tongue and then he
felt her spit filling his mouth as he fought weakly to free
himself. She held his head in her powerful hands and tonguing the
back of his throat until he swallowed all she had given him. Then
she pulled her mouth away and smiled down at the coughing man.
Michael recovered now and was shocked to find that all his
strength had come back. He stared up into the tall woman's face,
still shocked to see the woman who was obviously his aunt, alive
and well. And nearly forty years younger.
"Aunt Susan?" he queried nervously, still unsure.
"Yes Mikey!" she laughed, still holding his face in her hands,
"It's me, in the flash!"
Michael could not believe what he was seeing, what he was
hearing. It was definitely her, her voice, her smile.
"How...?" his voice trailed away.
"The wonders of modern science Mikey!" she laughed, her body
swaying as she held his head to the wall. "I'm a new woman
Darling, a new species. And soon you will be too, a new man I
mean!"
Michael felt something come up between his legs and nose between
his buttocks. He yelped and tried to look down to see what it
was, but her grip on his head was so strong that he couldn't
move. He tried to close his legs too, but the slippery thing had
gained purchase and pushed slowly up into him, spreading and
stretching him open, squeezing up into his arse-hole until it was
lodged deep in his aching bowels.
"Arghh!" he cried, gripping her wrists as he was fucked
vigorously in the bum.
"Ahhhhh! So good, so tight Mikey!" his aunt gasped in delight.
Somehow she was fucking him, sodomising him, her face was a mask
of ecstasy before him then she opened her eyes and stared into
his.
"You're mine now Darling, mine to breed!" she whispered and then
kissed him hard, her tongue in his throat.
Then suddenly he felt something pinning his mouth wide open and
she heaved up hard, vomiting into his mouth. Michael fought and
struggled hard, unable to move his head, unable to free himself
from the onslaught of vomit being forced into his mouth and down
his throat, and the savagely thrusting cock viciously sliding in
his bowels.
He slowly started to lose consciousness, swallowing the vile
spooge being forced into his mouth.

Susan let her nephew slide to the ground and then dragged her
tail out of his arse-hole, the tip leaking white goo down his
legs. She laughed in satisfaction and extended her tail much
longer, coiling the long powerful tail around his waist.
She lifted him off the floor and held him up behind her as she
walked up to his bedroom.
She would be using him for quite some time before she was ready
to check up on Amanda's progress again.


Continued...


  
Breed 3