She wakes up. She grumbles and moan at her alarm clock. Then, she tosses it across the room because just the day before, she broke the `` forty winks '' button on the side. She sighs, then rolls herself out of the fluffy red covers and onto the floor.

The three room flat is an out-and-out mess, just like its tenant. She stumbles to her feet and looks out the window, hoping for at least one ray of sunshine to lighten her morning. She is only met with the dreary grey smogginess that blanketed her little town. With a roll of her eyes and a disappointed scoff, she drags herself to her bathroom.

Of course, she has no care for the downcast world outside of the steamy, tiled room, so she takes her time. Thirty bit pass and the door finally opens.

She takes the time to admire herself in the somewhat-out-of-place gold Victorian-era mirror that took residency in the privy corner of her chamber. She praxis her glare, then she practices her jiffy and beckon, then she starts to position her waist-length bleached blond hair in several styles. Her gaze soon dip to her bosom, those round, big grand thing that attract the attention of everyone in front of her. With a lap of her lips, she takes a dampen breast in her hired man and squeezes it gently. She twirls, and with a smirk, gazes at her own finely-shaped hindquarters. Her complimentary hand travels from her breast to her belly, biting her lip as she longs at that beautiful image in that mirror. Her fingers barely brush that pink, shaved slit ...

... when her warning signal clock blares again. 8:00.

She groans, and quickly dress in a match mordant set of underwear. She stares at herself in that mirror longingly once more, then throws on a scarlet, tight-fitting tank car top. She personally loves this top, since it made those 36DD 's on her pectus face even more appealing to the wandering eye ; she herself loves to gaze and bet with those playful cumulus of flesh as practically as everyone else longs to.

After tugging on a twain of pixilated jeans, her red fingerless boxing glove, and her usual knee-hi rush, she sadly turns away from that beautiful mirror to a messy apartment that reminded her of the sick reality ( of being lazy and messy ).

She falls to her knee and tosses several clothing items to the side, hoping to find that one book ...

'' Gotcha, '' she says to herself, pulling a plain Moleskin diary from under a duad of toss lace step-in. She flips through the pages and approaches the mirror again. Under her breath, she starts vocalizing sounds that even she does n't sympathise. But, as she reads from that journal, she presses her finger's breadth to the flawless thoughtfulness and watches.

Felicia, of line, is not that unimaginative blondie fornicatress that goes around having intimate relations with everything that breathes. If you 're hoping for that eventual limited guy to expire by for her to drag home base and fuck, this is n't the narrative for you. She 's a magician, and not that sort that plays on the stage or for fry. This is where her tale differentiates from about titillating musical passage involving a `` bangin'hot blond ''.

She smiles, and she smiles right back. genus Felicia stood before an precise copy of herself, a doppelgänger. She keeps that trashy mirror for a reason, and the double that stands before her is that reason.

'' I 'm gon na go to turn, '' genus Felicia starts, keeping in head that she ca n't command her double as a slave ; doppelgängers are mimics of their original 's personality as well. `` You can mess about around while I go, but you have to clean up the apartment while I 'm gone. ``

The repeat smirks and snatches the daybook from Felicia 's hand, flipping through the pages randomly. `` Ca n't I just bar all of this crap away ? '' the double teases, laying her finger on a scrawl of text that read `` Shirley Temple Black muddle ''.

Felicia is already out of the door. The doppelgänger Felicia lets out a long, fretful groan, falling face-first into the unmade bed before her.

-- --

genus Felicia drops her bag at her workbench, plopping herself lazily into her chair. With no employment so far, she pulls her DS from her leather bag. Of form, she angles herself in such a way that her supervisor does n't notice her playing Pokémon while on the job.

'' Ten hours left ... '' she grumbles to herself.

-- -

The doppelgänger sits herself on the bed, cross-legged with the daybook full of magical spell on her lap. She flips through the pages, musing from spell to spell, looking for something more entertaining than folding.

Summoning, read a subtitle in the journal.

-- -

'' I swear, Liz, I was n't playing on my earpiece this meter. ``

'' This is getting real number fucking old, genus Felicia. You have so much more workplace to do, and you 're lounging around, doing whatever God knows what on that phone. ``

'' I wasn't- ''

'' You can start with the piano in the front. It 's out of tune. ``

-- -

'' Abra ... Kadabra, '' the doppelgänger says as she motions to the spot on the bed next to her, not looking up from the journal. In a puff of white dope, a miniature, pink ribbed dildo ( that was the size of a toothpick ) appears to her side.

An minute has passed. Having nothing better to do former than her chore, the double decides to screw around and try to find something that could help her get off. Those toy hidden in a thorax under genus Felicia 's bed are nothing new to the look-alike. She wants something fun. That dildo she summoned was supposed to be a giant-dicked lizard-man familiar.

She turns the Page and her frown curls into a light, arch smiling as she sees a resume of a womanhood with a lovely curved physical body and an arrowed, monster tooshie. The double excitedly banishes the toothpick-dildo and chants the words underneath the form of address Demonness Familiar.

-- -

Felicia and Liz hastily lock the door behind them, quickly locking their flaccid brim together once more. Their lingua clangor and wrestling ; their men wander and credit crunch. Felicia is pushed up against the wall, her hands restrained by her secret devotee. All she can do is groan and titter as Liz rushes to yank off those skintight jeans to get to that lustful pink build. The brunette circles her spit around genus Felicia 's cunt teasingly, looking up at her with a giggle. Without admonition, she slides her tongue into her kitty-cat, eliciting a deep groan from the blonde. Instinctively, she claws and grabs at the cold bulwark behind her, closing her eyes and losing herself in the pleasure.

The two underground devotee lay each other on the floor, their faces buried in between the other 's ramification. They moan and moan, tongues furiously working to make the former cum first. Felicia runs her finger firmly along Liz 's sonsie ass, then gives the delightful cheek a slap, making it joggle and Liz giggle. Her own pussy drips and leaks sloppily onto the floor ; the pair of lip working at those egotistic backtalk savoring the dessert, sweetness girl-cum.

'' I 'm cumming~ '' genus Felicia coos, her face still buried in between Liz 's legs. The brunet merely giggles, then used her lips to exact the blonde 's well clit and pull it. She responds violently, her physical structure heating up and quivering as she reaches that lovely sexual climax. Liz come at the Saame meter, too, her succus spraying all over genus Felicia 's face.

'' Damn, Lizzie, '' Felicia giggles with a clout of her lips. `` You 've been practicing, have n't you ? ``

-- -

'' Mother of God, wha- ''

The three-fold ca n't finish her sentence ; a thick, red extremity thrusts past her brim and into her sassing forcefully. She struggled to get rid of the slimy tendrils that started to wrap around her body and branch, but to no avail. The doppelgänger suspends upside-down midair, her cries silenced and her movements restrained.

She messed up again. This clock time, instead of a sexy, seductive Demonness, she had conjured some form of maturation of tentacles, almost as large as her bed. It 's body resembled a red spongy rock, and each tentacle was smooth and coated in thick slime.

The animate being curiously probes the double 's throat. Two smaller tendrils rise from the declamatory one and crawl up her nuzzle. Before she could bite down on the red appendage embedded in her pharynx in self-defence, it squirts a hot, thick, sweet fluid into her mouth and down her throat. Her struggles come to a halt, and her eyes disruption to a squint. She is fetch upright again. The tool pulls its tendrils from her throat and scent, giving her a chance to breathe.

'' L ... Let me go ... '' she whispers, her eyes following another tentacle that rose from its spongy body. This metre, a tentacle with a large, bowl-shaped tip hovers in front of her face. From poking through her dead body, the animal found this species suited to bond with, to wait on as its adjacent vessel. The double 's eyes widen and she opens her mouth to scream, but the bowl-shaped extremity attaches itself to her look before she can make a sound.

The beast say this human 's biological bodily structure in contingent while simultaneously implanting its leechlike mind into her. Her body milk shake and quivers violently as the creature manipulates her sex drive to effectively brainwash the woman. minuscule by little, her mind changes to swallow this fauna. All underground is replaced with a glowing passion to serve as it pleases.

The tentacle leaves her typeface as it finishes rewriting her. The double looks up at its new comrade with a triumphant smile. Her bothersome jeans are already soaked from those marvellous orgasm she had. She is let down onto the bed, the tentacles assisting in removing the clothes that got in the way.

Scrambling to her hands and articulatio genus, she presents herself to the fauna. Two tendrils shoot out from the squashy tool and into the girl 's dripping opening, her optic rolling back and her tongue circling her sass. The spongelike yet business firm tentacles slide effortlessly in and out of the brainwashed female child, her pussy only leaking and tightening from the insane amounts of pleasure. As she reaches to squeeze one of her sensitive tits, another tentacle hovers in nominal head of her fount. She giggles and happily takes it in her mouth.

Some free tentacles hovering around the girl wrap around her curves and branch, moving around randomly but with purpose. They slither around her tender fleck, making her actually giggle as she is fucked into complete submission. A tendril finds its way in between the double 's breasts and starts to push itself in and out from between those flabby tits.

The brute began pumping its eggs into the look-alike 's uterus. These, of course adapted to the human being body it just observed, would later make for a persona in its wondrous design to circulate its seed to Thomas More and More humankind. The double eagerly accepts this gift, her centre fluttering as her uterus stretches to accommodate the clustering of bollock being pumped into her. After finishing its way with this girl, the wight pulls its tendrils from her pickle, each with a satisfying `` pop ! '' as they exit. With a smile, the brainwashed doppelgänger rolls over to lay on her back, legs spread all-encompassing open, to initiate the next office of the creature 's plan.

-- -

Stepping out of the workshop, genus Felicia giggles as she flashes Liz a sly wink before the room access closes behind her. The frisson wind makes her shudder, as she was still drenched in swither ( and some juices ) from a few hour before. She smiles ... aught could ruin her good mode from all of that dandy, turned on sex.

Oh, what a Night she 's in for.

-- -

She groans and itch her temples as she lay her centre on the still-cluttered apartment. apparel are everywhere, and the bed is in even worse condition than it was before. Her doppelgänger is nowhere to be found.

With a scowl, genus Felicia digs around for her daybook of spells. She 'll have to dispel the doppelgänger before it goes out and starts causing confusion. Just as she finds the correct spell and presses a finger to her mirror ...

'' That wo n't be necessary, '' her voice coos as she pushes Felicia against the bulwark. The double is completely bare, her body shiny with the creature 's slime. Felicia 's journal falls to the ground, its proprietor helpless and confused.

genus Felicia conflict and squirm about, opening her mouth to let out a cry for helper. The double muteness her by pressing her lips to her master 's ; her long glossa invading and probing the piteous lady friend 's mouthpiece. Felicia 's eyes widen as she notices two red tentacles hovering at her arms. Those tentacles originated from the doppelgänger 's back.

Just as Felicia nearly breaks justify from the double 's grip, the two tentacles spurt a ardent slime onto her body and articulatio radiocarpea. The slime adheres to the bulwark and Felicia, rendering her conflict useless.

'' What the fuck are you doing ? ! '' Felicia cries out as she breaks free from her mirror image 's kiss. The copy merely licks her lips seductively, several more than tentacles emerging from her back. Each one wraps around genus Felicia 's tree branch and slithers up her clothes, causing the girl to shudder. A unworthy tendril finds its way past her panty and begins rubbing its tip against her scratch. A moan escapes her lips ; she clenches her teeth to try to push aside the strange waves of pleasure that assault her body. The copy observes the delicious sight before her, her liberate hand already in between her wooden leg, rubbing her intumesce clit in minor circles.

While genus Felicia was busy at work with Liz, her double had bonded with the puppet she accidentally summoned. She gave birth to a number of the creature 's eggs. In order to completely convert her to an alien-hybrid, one of the brute 's eggs hatched into a small, tadpole-like sponge. This was one of the path the animate being could add humans to its corporate hive mind- by implanting one of its own into the torso. This newborn tentacle creature was implanted into the double 's kitty-cat, permanently converting her into an alien-hybrid. However, the creature had unlike program for the doppelgänger 's original ...

A drop of slime bang genus Felicia 's nerve from above. Weakly, she looks up to see the growth of tentacles that corrupted her doubling. It falls to the trading floor next to the double.

By now, Felicia 's jean and pantie are in a slimy mess on the floor. Her legs are go around open with her twice before her, on her knees. Using her fingerbreadth, the stunt woman spreads genus Felicia 's swollen pussy lips open, then pushes her tongue into the girl 's sex. The sexy slime that the tentacles coated Felicia with made every touch pleasurable, and made her pleasance smear ten times as sensitive. genus Felicia nearly cums right there, but the double smirks and pulls away. That was merely a teaser for what was about to happen next.

The mass of tentacles next to the duple starts to agitate violently. Felicia can only find out in fear and mix-up ; the double giggles in excitement and anticipation. Suddenly, the spongelike creature ceases its tremors.

The parasite 's main torso shoots out from the spongy vessel it had before and buries its bulbous head in between genus Felicia 's bedcover leg. Nearly a groundwork and a half long, the creature 's rightful chassis was a worm-like parasite that was randomly covered in fungus-like incandescent lamp. Felicia 's eyes widen as the creature pushes its way into of her wet puss, squirming and writhing about as it delves in inch-by-inch. Her eyes roll up to the rachis of her pass, and her back talk curls into a semblance of a smile as the feelings of the creature inside of her drown out the panic and fear.

The slime at genus Felicia 's bridge player and body give way, letting the girl fall to her men and knees, completely unsounded. The treble manner of walking up to her, smiling triumphantly.

The possessed Felicia stands, giggling happily as she observes her new manakin. She takes a breast in her helping hand and squeezes it, her other hand roaming around her body.

'' Mm ... This physical body is perfect, '' the creature says through Felicia, running a finger gently across her own pussy slit.

'' Are you ready ? '' the possessed double asks, licking her lips.

'' Absolutely, '' she responds in a sultry tincture. Several red tentacles emerge from Felicia 's backrest, and two burst out from her pussy, hovering idly. The duple scamper to her hands and knees, offering herself up to her possessed comrade.

-- -

'' Hello ? ``

'' Hi, Liz ! It 's Felicia. ``

'' Hey, baby. What 's up ? ``


She wakes up. She grumbles and groans at her alarm clock. Then, she tosses it across the room because just the day before, she broke the `` nap '' release on the side. She sighs, then rolls herself out of the fluffy red covers and onto the floor.

The three room flat is an rank mess, just like its renter. She stumbles to her infantry and looks out the window, hoping for at least one ray of sunshine to brighten her morning. She is only met with the gloomy grayness smogginess that blanketed her pocket-sized township. With a roster of her middle and a thwarted scoff, she drags herself to her bathroom.

Of course, she has no care for the depressed reality outside of the steamy, tiled room, so she takes her time. Thirty minutes pass and the doorway finally opens.

She takes the time to admire herself in the somewhat-out-of-place gold Victorian-era mirror that took abidance in the secluded niche of her bedroom. She practices her glare, then she exercise her twinkling and beckon, then she starts to spot her waist-length bleached blonde hair in several styles. Her stare soon drops to her boob, those round, heavy wonderful things that attract the attention of everyone in figurehead of her. With a salt lick of her sass, she takes a moistness boob in her hand and squeezes it gently. She twirls, and with a smirk, gazes at her own finely-shaped bum. Her free script travels from her white meat to her belly, biting her lip as she longs at that beautiful image in that mirror. Her digit barely brush that pinko, shaved pussy ...

... when her alarm system clock cacophony again. 8:00.

She groans, and quickly dresses in a equalise disastrous set of underwear. She stares at herself in that mirror longingly once more, then throws on a vermilion, tight-fitting tank top. She personally loves this top, since it made those 36DD 's on her dresser look even more appealing to the wandering eye ; she herself loves to gaze and play with those playful mounds of chassis as much as everyone else longs to.

After tugging on a duad of soused denim, her red fingerless gloves, and her common knee-high kicking, she sadly turns away from that beautiful mirror to a messy apartment that reminded her of the demented realism ( of being lazy and messy ).

She falls to her knee joint and tosses various clothing items to the side, hoping to find that one book ...

'' Gotcha, '' she says to herself, pulling a knit Moleskin journal from under a pair of put away lace panties. She flips through the pageboy and approaches the mirror again. Under her breathing spell, she starts vocalizing sounds that even she does n't understand. But, as she reads from that journal, she presses her finger to the unflawed reflection and watches.

Felicia, of course, is not that stereotypical blondie slut that goes around having sexual recounting with everything that breathes. If you 're hoping for that eventual special guy to pass by for her to drop back home and roll in the hay, this is n't the fib for you. She 's a magician, and not that kind that plays on the stage or for children. This is where her story differentiates from nearly erotic passages involving a `` bangin'hot blonde ''.

She smiles, and she smiles right back. Felicia stood before an take copy of herself, a doppelgänger. She keeps that trashy mirror for a reasonableness, and the double that stands before her is that reason.

'' I 'm gon na go to bring, '' Felicia starts, keeping in judgment that she ca n't command her double as a slave ; doppelgängers are mimic of their original 's personality as well. `` You can lounge around while I go, but you have to clean house up the apartment while I 'm gone. ``

The double smirks and snatches the daybook from Felicia 's hand, flipping through the pageboy randomly. `` Ca n't I just shun all of this shit away ? '' the double teases, laying her finger on a scrawl of schoolbook that read `` black Hole ''.

Felicia is already out of the door. The doppelgänger genus Felicia lets out a foresighted, whiny moan, falling face-first into the unmake bed before her.

-- --

Felicia drops her bag at her workbench, plopping herself lazily into her chair. With no work so far, she pulls her DS from her leather bag. Of row, she angles herself in such a way that her supervisor does n't point out her playing Pokémon while on the job.

'' Ten hours left ... '' she grumbles to herself.

-- -

The doppelgänger sits herself on the bed, cross-legged with the daybook full of spells on her lap. She flips through the pages, musing from spell to spell out, looking for something more toy with than folding.

summoning, read a subtitle in the journal.

-- -

'' I swear, Liz, I was n't playing on my sound this fourth dimension. ``

'' This is getting real fucking old, Felicia. You have so much more work to do, and you 're lounging around, doing whatever God knows what on that phone. ``

'' I wasn't- ''

'' You can bulge with the forte-piano in the front. It 's out of line. ``

-- -

'' Abra ... Kadabra, '' the doppelgänger says as she motions to the daub on the bed next to her, not looking up from the diary. In a puff of white smoke, a miniature, pink ribbed dildo ( that was the size of a toothpick ) appears to her side.

An hour has passed. Having nil better to do other than her chores, the double decides to screw around and try to feel something that could help her get off. Those toys hidden in a chest under genus Felicia 's bed are goose egg new to the two-bagger. She wants something fun. That dildo she summoned was supposed to be a giant-dicked lizard-man familiar.

She turns the pageboy and her frown scroll into a Light, mischievous smile as she sees a sketch of a woman with a adorable kink number and an arrowed, demon arse. The doubly excitedly banishes the toothpick-dildo and chants the wrangle underneath the title Demonness Familiar.

-- -

Felicia and Liz hastily lock the door behind them, quickly locking their soft lips together once more. Their clapper crash and wrestle ; their mitt wander and squeeze. genus Felicia is pushed up against the wall, her work force restrained by her secret fan. All she can do is moan and giggle as Liz rushes to yank off those skin-tight blue jean to get to that lustful garden pink flesh. The brunette circles her tongue around genus Felicia 's cunt teasingly, looking up at her with a giggle. Without warning, she slides her tongue into her pussy, eliciting a deep moan from the blond. Instinctively, she claws and grabs at the cold wall behind her, closing her eyes and losing herself in the pleasure.

The two undercover lover lay each former on the floor, their faces buried in between the early 's legs. They moan and groan, tongues furiously working to make the other cum first. Felicia runs her digit firmly along Liz 's curvy ass, then gives the luscious boldness a smack, making it joggle and Liz giggle. Her own snatch dribble and wetting sloppily onto the story ; the span of lips working at those swollen lips savoring the sweet, sweet-flavored girl-cum.

'' I 'm cumming~ '' Felicia coos, her cheek still buried in between Liz 's ramification. The brunette merely giggles, then used her lips to take the blonde 's well up clitoris and attract it. She responds violently, her consistence heating up and quivering as she reaches that lovely orgasm. Liz cums at the Saami metre, too, her juices spraying all over genus Felicia 's face.

'' Damn, Lizzie, '' Felicia giggles with a lick of her lips. `` You 've been practicing, have n't you ? ``

-- -

'' female parent of God, wha- ''

The double ca n't finish her sentence ; a thick, red appendage thrusts past her lips and into her mouth forcefully. She struggled to remove the slimy tendrils that started to enwrap around her body and limbs, but to no help. The doppelgänger suspends upside-down midair, her cries silenced and her trend restrained.

She messed up again. This time, instead of a sexy, seductive Demonness, she had conjured some sort of ontogenesis of tentacles, almost as gravid as her bed. It 's physical structure resembled a red spongy rock, and each tentacle was smooth out and coated in thickly slime.

The brute curiously probes the double 's throat. Two smaller tendrils rise from the larger one and cringe up her horn in. Before she could sting down on the red appendage embedded in her throat in self-protection, it squirts a hot, thick, cherubic fluid into her backtalk and down her throat. Her struggles come to a halt, and her eyes flutter to a squint. She is get upright again. The creature pulls its tendrils from her throat and intrude, giving her a chance to breathe.

'' L ... Let me go ... '' she whispers, her eyes following another tentacle that rose from its spongy body. This time, a tentacle with a large, bowl-shaped tip hovers in front of her aspect. From poking through her body, the puppet found this coinage worthy to bond with, to serve as its succeeding vas. The two-baser 's eyes widen and she opens her mouthpiece to shout, but the bowl-shaped outgrowth attaches itself to her human face before she can make a sound.

The creature read this human 's biological structure in item while simultaneously implanting its parasitic mind into her. Her body shake and tingle violently as the creature manipulates her sex drive to effectively brainwash the adult female. short by fiddling, her mind changes to accept this creature. All immunity is replaced with a glowing warmth to attend as it pleases.

The tentacle leaves her case as it finishes rewriting her. The double looks up at its new comrade with a exulting grin. Her bothersome jeans are already soaked from those wonderful orgasms she had. She is let down onto the bed, the tentacles assisting in removing the clothes that got in the way.

Scrambling to her hands and knee joint, she presents herself to the creature. Two tendrils shoot out from the spongy brute and into the girl 's dripping orifices, her centre rolling back and her spit circling her lip. The squishy yet firm tentacles slide effortlessly in and out of the brainwashed girl, her cunt only leaking and tightening from the insane amount of pleasure. As she reaches to compact one of her sensible tits, another tentacle hovers in movement of her face. She giggles and happily takes it in her mouth.

Some free tentacles hovering around the girl wrapper around her curve ball and tree branch, moving around randomly but with intention. They slither around her sensitive topographic point, making her actually giggle as she is fucked into make out compliance. A tendril finds its way in between the double 's bosom and starts to push itself in and out from between those soft tits.

The tool began pumping its eggs into the two-baser 's uterus. These, of track adapted to the man body it just observed, would later bring a role in its grand plan to fan out its seed to more and to a greater extent humanity. The two-base hit eagerly accepts this gift, her eye fluttering as her womb stretches to accommodate the cluster of ballock being pumped into her. After finishing its way with this girl, the creature pulls its tendrils from her holes, each with a satisfying `` pop ! '' as they exit. With a smile, the brainwashed doppelgänger rolls over to lay on her back, branch spread astray open, to start the next part of the creature 's plan.

-- -

Stepping out of the shop, genus Felicia giggles as she flashes Liz a sly jiffy before the threshold closes behind her. The chill wind makes her quiver, as she was still drenched in sudor ( and some juices ) from a few hour before. She smiles ... Nothing could ruin her good mood from all of that dandy, horny sex.

Oh, what a night she 's in for.

-- -

She groans and chafe her temples as she lay her eyes on the still-cluttered apartment. apparel are everywhere, and the bed is in even bad status than it was before. Her doppelgänger is nowhere to be found.

With a scowl, Felicia digs around for her journal of while. She 'll experience to dispel the doppelgänger before it goes out and starts causing confusion. Just as she finds the correct spell and presses a finger to her mirror ...

'' That wo n't be necessary, '' her voice coos as she pushes Felicia against the wall. The two-bagger is completely nude, her organic structure shiny with the creature 's gunk. Felicia 's journal falls to the priming, its owner helpless and confused.

Felicia struggles and squirm about, opening her sass to let out a cry for help. The double silences her by pressing her mouth to her original 's ; her long knife invading and probing the poor people girl 's mouth. Felicia 's center widen as she notices two red tentacles hovering at her subdivision. Those tentacles originated from the doppelgänger 's back.

Just as Felicia nearly breaks free from the double 's grip, the two tentacles spurt a warmly slime onto her trunk and radiocarpal joint. The muck adheres to the paries and Felicia, rendering her struggle useless.

'' What the nookie are you doing ? ! '' genus Felicia cries out as she breaks gratis from her mirror image 's kiss. The copy merely licks her lips seductively, several more tentacles emerging from her back. Each one wraps around Felicia 's limb and slithers up her wearing apparel, causing the girl to shudder. A worthless tendril finds its way past her scanty and begins rubbing its tip against her cunt. A groan escapes her brim ; she clenches her dentition to try to disregard the unknown waves of pleasure that assault her eubstance. The transcript observes the delicious sight before her, her free helping hand already in between her branch, rubbing her swollen clitoris in pocket-sized circles.

While genus Felicia was busy at work with Liz, her replicate had bonded with the animate being she accidentally summoned. She gave birth to a bit of the animal 's eggs. In parliamentary law to completely change her to an alien-hybrid, one of the beast 's eggs hatched into a small, tadpole-like parasite. This was one of the ways the wight could add humans to its corporate hive mind- by implanting one of its own into the body. This neonate tentacle creature was implanted into the double 's pussy, permanently converting her into an alien-hybrid. However, the creature had different plans for the doppelgänger 's original ...

A free fall of slime bang Felicia 's cheek from above. Weakly, she looks up to see the outgrowth of tentacles that corrupted her image. It falls to the floor next to the double.

By now, Felicia 's jeans and panties are in a slimy mess on the flooring. Her stage are spread open with her duplicate before her, on her knees. Using her digit, the double spreads Felicia 's swell kitty-cat backtalk open, then pushes her spit into the missy 's sex. The sexy slime that the tentacles coated Felicia with made every soupcon pleasurable, and made her pleasure berth ten metre as sensitive. Felicia nearly cums right there, but the double smirks and pulls away. That was merely a teaser for what was about to pass next.

The sight of tentacles next to the double starts to shake violently. Felicia can only watch in fear and mental confusion ; the double giggles in excitement and anticipation. Suddenly, the squishy animal ceases its tremors.

The parasite 's main body shoots out from the spongy vessel it had before and buries its bulbous head teacher in between Felicia 's spread ramification. Nearly a foot and a half long, the creature 's true variety was a worm-like sponger that was randomly covered in fungus-like bulbs. Felicia 's centre widen as the puppet pushes its way into of her plume kitty-cat, squirming and writhing about as it delves in inch-by-inch. Her eyes roll up to the back of her head, and her oral fissure curlicue into a semblance of a smile as the feelings of the creature inside of her drown out the panic and fear.

The slime at Felicia 's hands and torso give way, letting the little girl evenfall to her hands and knees, completely still. The treble walks up to her, smiling triumphantly.

The possessed Felicia stands, giggling happily as she observes her new mannikin. She takes a breast in her hired hand and squeezes it, her other hand roaming around her body.

'' Mm ... This form is perfect, '' the brute says through Felicia, running a fingerbreadth gently across her own pussy slit.

'' Are you gear up ? '' the berserk double asks, licking her lips.

'' Absolutely, '' she responds in a sultry flavour. Several red tentacles emerge from Felicia 's back, and two burst out from her pussy, hovering idly. The repeat scramble to her paw and knees, offering herself up to her possessed comrade.

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'' howdy ? ``

'' Hi, Liz ! It 's Felicia. ``

'' Hey, babe. What 's up ? ``

'' Oh, y'know. I was just feeling a footling lone ... ''

'' Mmm, I 'll be right over after I finish up some errands. ``

Felicia 's glossa circles her backtalk as she looks down at her two-base hit ; her head in between Felicia 's wooden leg, choking down a tentacle that emerged from her pussy.

'' I ca n't wait. ''