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

The three room flat is an out-and-out mess, just like its renter. She stumbles to her fundament and looks out the windowpane, hoping for at least one ray of sunshine to brighten her morning. She is only met with the dingy grey smog that blanketed her low town. With a roll of her center and a discomfited scoff, she drags herself to her bathroom.

Of track, she has no caution for the gloomy world outside of the steamy, tiled room, so she takes her time. 30 transactions pass and the room access finally opens.

She takes the fourth dimension to admire herself in the somewhat-out-of-place gold Victorian-era mirror that took mansion house in the reclusive corner of her bedroom. She practices her glare, then she practices her wink and beckon, then she starts to view her waist-length discolorize blonde pilus in respective styles. Her gaze soon drops to her breasts, those round, heavy fantastic things that attract the attention of everyone in figurehead of her. With a lick of her lip, she takes a damp breast in her hand and squeezes it gently. She twirls, and with a smirk, gazes at her own finely-shaped posterior. Her free hand travels from her chest to her belly, biting her lip as she longs at that beautiful image in that mirror. Her fingerbreadth barely brush that pink, shaved snatch ...

... when her alert clock blares again. 8:00.

She groans, and quickly dress in a matching sinister set of underwear. She stares at herself in that mirror longingly once more, then throws on a scarlet, skinny tank car top. She personally loves this top, since it made those 36DD 's on her breast smell even more appealing to the vagabondage eye ; she herself loves to gaze and play with those playful pile of flesh as much as everyone else longs to.

After tugging on a pair of tight jeans, her red fingerless gloves, and her common knee-deep boots, she sadly turns away from that beautiful mirror to a mussy apartment that reminded her of the barf reality ( of being lazy and messy ).

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

'' Gotcha, '' she says to herself, pulling a plain Moleskin journal from under a distich of discarded lace panties. She flips through the pages and approaches the mirror again. Under her breath, she starts vocalizing sounds that even she does n't interpret. But, as she reads from that daybook, she presses her digit to the unflawed reflection and watches.

Felicia, of class, is not that stereotypical blondie jade that goes around having sexual relations with everything that breathes. If you 're hoping for that eventual exceptional guy to die by for her to haul home and fuck, this is n't the tale for you. She 's a necromancer, and not that kind that plays on the level or for tike. This is where her account differentiates from most erotic passages involving a `` bangin'hot blonde ''.

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

'' I 'm gon na go to work, '' genus Felicia starts, keeping in mind that she ca n't overlook 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 up the apartment while I 'm gone. ``

The treble smirks and snatches the journal from Felicia 's hired man, flipping through the pages randomly. `` Ca n't I just banish all of this crap away ? '' the reduplicate teases, laying her digit on a scribble of textbook that read `` Shirley Temple Black Hole ''.

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

-- --

Felicia drops her bag at her workbench, plopping herself lazily into her chairperson. With no work so far, she pulls her DS from her leather bag. Of course, she angles herself in such a way that her supervisor does n't comment 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 journal full of while on her lap. She flips through the page, musing from spell to spell out, looking for something more entertain 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 rattling 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 start with the piano in the front. It 's out of tune. ``

-- -

'' Abra ... Kadabra, '' the doppelgänger says as she motions to the topographic point on the bed adjacent to her, not looking up from the journal. In a puff of white gage, a illumination, pink ribbed dildo ( that was the sizing of a toothpick ) appears to her side.

An hr has passed. Having nothing better to do other than her chores, the double decides to sleep with around and try to chance something that could help her get off. Those miniature hidden in a dresser under genus Felicia 's bed are nada new to the double. 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 lite, mischievous smile as she sees a sketch of a adult female with a endearing curved anatomy and an arrowed, demon can. The doubly excitedly banishes the toothpick-dildo and chants the Bible underneath the title Demonness Familiar.

-- -

genus Felicia and Liz hastily lock the threshold behind them, quickly locking their soft sassing together once more. Their natural language skirmish and wrestle ; their hands wander and squeeze. Felicia is pushed up against the wall, her hands restrained by her hush-hush lover. All she can do is moan and giggle as Liz rushes to yank off those skin-tight jeans to get to that libidinous pinko flesh. The brunette circles her tongue around Felicia 's cunt teasingly, looking up at her with a giggle. Without warning, she slides her natural language into her puss, eliciting a deep groan from the blonde. Instinctively, she claws and snap at the common cold wall behind her, closing her eyes and losing herself in the pleasure.

The two secret lovers lay each other on the base, their faces buried in between the former 's ramification. They moan and groan, tongues furiously working to make the other cum first. genus Felicia runs her digit firmly along Liz 's curvy ass, then gives the delicious cheek a slap, making it jiggle and Liz giggle. Her own pussy dripping and passing water sloppily onto the storey ; the pair of back talk working at those swollen rim savoring the sweet, sweet girl-cum.

'' I 'm cumming~ '' Felicia coos, her face still buried in between Liz 's ramification. The brunette merely giggles, then used her lips to shoot the blonde 's swollen clit and draw out it. She responds violently, her body heating up and quivering as she reaches that lovely climax. Liz ejaculate at the same meter, too, her succus spraying all over genus Felicia 's face.

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

-- -

'' female parent of God, wha- ''

The double ca n't finish her judgment of conviction ; a midst, red appendage thrusts past her sassing and into her rima oris forcefully. She struggled to move out the slimy tendrils that started to wrap around her body and limbs, but to no avail. The doppelgänger suspends inverted midair, her cries silenced and her cause restrained.

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

The creature curiously probes the double 's pharynx. Two smaller tendrils rise from the larger one and crawl up her nose. Before she could bite down on the red outgrowth embedded in her pharynx in self-protection, it squirts a hot, thick, sweet fluid into her sassing and down her throat. Her struggle come to a stoppage, and her eyes kerfuffle to a strabismus. She is add upright again. The wight pulls its tendrils from her throat and nose, giving her a chance to breathe.

'' L ... Let me go ... '' she whispers, her centre following another tentacle that rose from its spongy dead body. This time, a tentacle with a enceinte, bowl-shaped tip hovers in movement of her face. From poking through her soundbox, the creature found this metal money suitable to bond with, to attend as its next vessel. The double 's eyes widen and she opens her backtalk to shout out, but the bowl-shaped appendage attaches itself to her font before she can make a sound.

The tool read this human 's biological social system in particular while simultaneously implanting its parasitic brain into her. Her soundbox shakes and quivers violently as the animate being manipulates her sex movement to effectively brainwash the cleaning woman. Little by little, her judgment changes to accept this animal. All electrical resistance is replaced with a glowing passion to service as it pleases.

The tentacle leaves her cheek as it finishes rewriting her. The double looks up at its new fellow with a triumphal grin. Her irritating blue jean are already soaked from those fantastic 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 knees, she presents herself to the wight. Two tendrils shoot out from the squishy creature and into the girl 's drippage orifice, her eyes rolling back and her tongue circling her brim. The squishy yet firm tentacles slide effortlessly in and out of the brainwashed girl, her cunt only leaking and tightening from the insane amounts of pleasure. As she reaches to thrust one of her sensitive teat, another tentacle hovers in forepart of her face. She giggles and happily takes it in her mouth.

Some unblock tentacles hovering around the girl wrap around her curves and branch, moving around randomly but with purpose. They slither around her sensitive pip, making her actually giggle as she is fucked into gross submission. A tendril finds its way in between the double 's breasts and starts to drive itself in and out from between those easy tits.

The creature began pumping its eggs into the look-alike 's womb. These, of track adapted to the human body it just observed, would later act a part in its wonderful plan to spread its seed to More and more humanity. The look-alike eagerly accepts this talent, her middle fluttering as her uterus stretches to conciliate the cluster of eggs being pumped into her. After finishing its way with this female child, the creature pulls its tendrils from her holes, each with a satisfying `` pop ! '' as they exit. With a smile, the brainwash doppelgänger pealing over to lay on her back, legs spread wide open, to initiate the adjacent voice of the creature 's plan.

-- -

Stepping out of the shop, Felicia giggles as she flashes Liz a sly eye blink before the door closes behind her. The shivering wind instrument makes her quiver, as she was still drenched in sweat ( and some succus ) from a few minutes before. She smiles ... Nothing could ruin her unspoilt temper from all of that keen, randy sex.

Oh, what a Nox she 's in for.

-- -

She groans and rubs her temples as she lay her optic on the still-cluttered apartment. Clothes are everywhere, and the bed is in even forged experimental condition than it was before. Her doppelgänger is nowhere to be found.

With a frown, Felicia digs around for her diary of magical spell. She 'll receive to dispel the doppelgänger before it goes out and starts causing confusion. Just as she finds the correct piece and presses a finger to her mirror ...

'' That wo n't be necessary, '' her voice coos as she pushes Felicia against the rampart. The look-alike is completely nude painting, her body shiny with the creature 's slime. Felicia 's daybook falls to the ground, its owner helpless and confused.

Felicia battle and squirm about, opening her mouth to let out a cry for avail. The double quiet her by pressing her lips to her pilot 's ; her long knife invading and probing the pitiable girl 's sassing. genus Felicia 's eyes widen as she notices two red tentacles hovering at her arms. Those tentacles originated from the doppelgänger 's back.

Just as genus Felicia nearly breaks free from the stunt man 's handgrip, the two tentacles spurt a fond goo onto her trunk and wrists. The goop adheres to the paries and Felicia, rendering her battle useless.

'' What the fuck are you doing ? ! '' genus Felicia cries out as she breaks spare from her mirror image 's osculation. The written matter merely licks her lip seductively, respective to a greater extent tentacles emerging from her book binding. Each one wraps around Felicia 's arm and slithers up her clothes, causing the young woman to thrill. A slimy tendril finds its way past her panties and begins rubbing its tip against her incision. A moan escapes her lips ; she clenches her teeth to try to neglect the strange waves of delight that assault her torso. The copy observes the delicious visual modality before her, her disembarrass hand already in between her legs, rubbing her swollen clitoris in pocket-size circles.

While Felicia was busy at employment with Liz, her twofold had bonded with the creature she accidentally summoned. She gave parturition to a number of the creature 's eggs. In order to completely commute her to an alien-hybrid, one of the puppet 's eggs hatched into a small, tadpole-like parasite. This was one of the ways the wight could add man to its collective hive mind- by implanting one of its own into the body. This newborn tentacle brute was implanted into the two-baser 's pussy, permanently converting her into an alien-hybrid. However, the creature had different programme for the doppelgänger 's pilot ...

A drop of muck hits Felicia 's cheek from above. Weakly, she looks up to see the growth of tentacles that corrupted her double. It falls to the floor next to the double.

By now, Felicia 's jeans and panties are in a wretched mess on the floor. Her wooden leg are spread outdoors with her double before her, on her human knee. Using her finger's breadth, the double spreads genus Felicia 's swollen puss sassing open, then pushes her lingua into the girl 's sex. The aphrodisiacal slime that the tentacles coated Felicia with made every mite gratifying, and made her pleasure spots ten prison term as sensitive. Felicia nearly cums right hand there, but the double smirks and pulls away. That was merely a teaser for what was about to happen next.

The tidy sum of tentacles next to the treble showtime to shake violently. Felicia can only watch in fear and confusion ; the twice giggles in inflammation and anticipation. Suddenly, the spongy fauna ceases its tremors.

The parasite 's master body shoots out from the spongy vas it had before and buries its bellying head in between genus Felicia 's spread legs. Nearly a metrical foot and a half long, the fauna 's true contour was a worm-like parasite that was randomly covered in fungus-like electric-light bulb. Felicia 's eyes widen as the creature pushes its way into of her soaked pussy, squirming and writhing about as it delves in inch-by-inch. Her heart roll up to the book binding of her head, and her mouth curls into a semblance of a smile as the touch sensation of the creature inside of her drown out the panic and fear.

The slime at genus Felicia 's script and trunk give way, letting the girl gloam to her hands and knees, completely silent. The double walks up to her, smiling triumphantly.

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

'' Mm ... This physique is sodding, '' the animate being says through Felicia, running a finger gently across her own kitty-cat slit.

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

'' Absolutely, '' she responds in a sultry flavour. Several red tentacles emerge from genus Felicia 's spinal column, and two fit out from her pussy, hovering idly. The doubling scrambles to her hands and knees, offering herself up to her amuck comrade.

-- -

'' hullo ? ``

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

'' Hey, child. 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 `` catnap '' clitoris on the face. She sighs, then rolls herself out of the fluffy red covers and onto the floor.

The three room flat is an inviolable mess, just like its renter. She stumbles to her feet and looks out the window, hoping for at least one ray of temperateness to brighten her morning. She is only met with the sorry grey smogginess that blanketed her small town. With a roll of her heart and a disappointed scoff, she drags herself to her bathroom.

Of form, she has no care for the disconsolate world outside of the steamy, tiled room, so she takes her time. thirty proceedings pass and the room access finally opens.

She takes the sentence to admire herself in the somewhat-out-of-place atomic number 79 Victorian-era mirror that took abode in the reclusive street corner of her bedroom. She praxis her blaze, then she drill her wink and beckon, then she starts to lieu her waist-length dyed blonde hair in several styles. Her gaze soon drops to her tit, those daily round, heavy marvellous affair that attract the attention of everyone in front of her. With a lick of her lips, she takes a damp chest in her hand and squeezes it gently. She twirls, and with a smirk, gazes at her own finely-shaped backside. Her free deal 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 alarm clock blares again. 8:00.

She groans, and quickly garb in a agree black set of underwear. She stares at herself in that mirror longingly once more, then throws on a scarlet, tight-fitting tank top. She personally loves this top, since it made those 36DD 's on her breast look even more appealing to the vagabondage eye ; she herself loves to gaze and play with those playful mounds of human body as much as everyone else longs to.

After tugging on a pair of tight jeans, her red fingerless gloves, and her usual knee-high thrill, she sadly turns away from that beautiful mirror to a messy apartment that reminded her of the disturbed reality ( of being faineant and messy ).

She falls to her knees and tosses various clothing items to the incline, hoping to chance that one book ...

'' Gotcha, '' she says to herself, pulling a plain Moleskin journal from under a pair of discarded lace panty. She flips through the pages and approaches the mirror again. Under her breathing spell, she starts vocalizing sounds that even she does n't interpret. But, as she reads from that daybook, she presses her finger to the unflawed reflection and watches.

Felicia, of row, is not that stereotypical blondie slut that goes around having sexual recounting with everything that breathes. If you 're hoping for that eventual extra guy to pass by for her to draw home and nookie, this is n't the tale for you. She 's a conjuror, and not that kind that plays on the stage or for small fry. This is where her history differentiates from well-nigh titillating passages involving a `` bangin'hot blonde ''.

She smiles, and she smiles flop back. Felicia stood before an exact transcript of herself, a doppelgänger. She keeps that tacky mirror for a reasonableness, and the look-alike that stands before her is that reason.

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

The double smirks and snatches the journal from Felicia 's hired hand, flipping through the page randomly. `` Ca n't I just banish all of this dogshit away ? '' the double teases, laying her finger's breadth on a scratch of text that read `` Negroid Hole ''.

genus Felicia is already out of the room access. The doppelgänger Felicia lets out a yearn, whiny moan, 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 work so far, she pulls her DS from her leather bag. Of course, 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 good of enchantment on her lap. She flips through the pages, musing from spell to spell, looking for something more nurse than folding.

Summoning, read a subtitle in the journal.

-- -

'' I swear, Liz, I was n't playing on my phone this time. ``

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

'' I wasn't- ''

'' You can protrude with the piano in the forepart. It 's out of strain. ``

-- -

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

An hour has passed. Having cypher better to do early than her chores, the double decides to shaft around and try to obtain something that could assist her get off. Those dally hidden in a chest under Felicia 's bed are nothing new to the double. 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 curlicue into a light, mischievous smile as she sees a resume of a woman with a lovely slue digit and an arrowed, demon ass. The three-fold excitedly banishes the toothpick-dildo and chants the give-and-take underneath the championship Demonness Familiar.

-- -

genus Felicia and Liz hastily lock the threshold behind them, quickly locking their diffuse lips together once more. Their tongues encounter and hand-to-hand struggle ; their hands wander and squeeze. Felicia is pushed up against the wall, her hands restrained by her secret lover. All she can do is moan and titter as Liz rushes to jerk off those skin-tight dungaree to get to that lustful pink flesh. The brunette circles her tongue around Felicia 's slit teasingly, looking up at her with a giggle. Without monition, she slides her lingua into her puss, eliciting a deep moan from the blonde. Instinctively, she claws and snatch at the cold bulwark behind her, closing her eyes and losing herself in the pleasure.

The two hush-hush buff lay each former on the floor, their faces buried in between the early 's branch. They moan and moan, tongues furiously working to make the former cum first. Felicia runs her digit firmly along Liz 's sonsie ass, then gives the delicious cheek a smack, making it jiggle and Liz giggle. Her own pussy dribble and outflow sloppily onto the story ; the pair of lips working at those egotistical mouth savoring the afters, Henry Sweet girl-cum.

'' I 'm cumming~ '' genus Felicia coos, her face still buried in between Liz 's legs. The brunette merely giggles, then used her lips to take the blonde 's swollen clitoris and pull it. She responds violently, her consistence heating up and quivering as she reaches that lovely orgasm. Liz cum at the same time, too, her succus spraying all over Felicia 's face.

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

-- -

'' Mother of God, wha- ''

The double ca n't wind up her sentence ; a midst, red member poke past her lips and into her lip forcefully. She struggled to remove the slimy tendrils that started to wrap around her body and limbs, but to no avail. The doppelgänger suspends upside-down midair, her cry silenced and her movements restrained.

She messed up again. This metre, instead of a sexy, seductive Demonness, she had conjured some kind of increase of tentacles, almost as large as her bed. It 's dead body resembled a red spongy rock music, and each tentacle was smooth and coated in thickheaded slime.

The puppet curiously probes the double 's pharynx. Two smaller tendrils rise from the gravid one and fawn up her nose. Before she could bite down on the red member embedded in her throat in self-protection, it squirts a hot, thick, sweet fluid into her mouth and down her throat. Her struggles come to a halt, and her eyes flutter to a squint. She is impart upright again. The creature pulls its tendrils from her pharynx and nozzle, giving her a chance to breathe.

'' L ... Let me go ... '' she whispers, her eyes following another tentacle that rose from its spongy body. This sentence, a tentacle with a large, bowl-shaped tip hovers in front end of her face. From poking through her soundbox, the creature found this metal money suitable to Bond with, to wait on as its next vessel. The two-bagger 's eyes widen and she opens her mouth to scream, but the bowl-shaped appendage attaches itself to her face before she can get a sound.

The wight show this human 's biological bodily structure in particular while simultaneously implanting its parasitic judgement into her. Her body shakes and shakiness violently as the creature manipulates her sex campaign to effectively brainwash the womanhood. Little by little, her mind modification to accept this creature. All ohmic resistance is replaced with a glowing warmth to serve as it pleases.

The tentacle leaves her face as it finishes rewriting her. The double looks up at its new comrade with a triumphant smile. Her bothersome denim 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 human knee, she presents herself to the creature. Two tendrils shoot out from the squashy creature and into the female child 's dripping orifice, her eyes rolling back and her tongue circling her rim. The spongelike yet firm tentacles slide effortlessly in and out of the brainwashed missy, her snatch only leaking and tightening from the insane amounts of delight. As she reaches to shove one of her tender mamilla, another tentacle hovers in front of her face. She giggles and happily takes it in her mouth.

Some innocent tentacles hovering around the girl wrap around her bend and arm, moving around randomly but with purpose. They slither around her raw spots, making her actually giggle as she is fucked into complete submission. A tendril finds its way in between the double 's chest and starts to campaign itself in and out from between those mild tits.

The creature began pumping its orchis into the double 's uterus. These, of course adapted to the human body it just observed, would later play a part in its wonderful plan to spread its seed to more and more world. The double eagerly accepts this gift, her middle fluttering as her uterus stretches to accommodate the clustering of ballock being pumped into her. After finishing its way with this girlfriend, the beast pulls its tendrils from her maw, each with a satisfying `` pop ! '' as they exit. With a smile, the brainwashed doppelgänger bowl over to lay on her back, legs spread wide undecided, to originate the next parting of the tool 's plan.

-- -

Stepping out of the shop, Felicia giggles as she flashes Liz a sly wink before the door closes behind her. The chill flatus makes her shudder, as she was still drenched in sudor ( and some juices ) from a few hour before. She smiles ... cipher could smash her good mood from all of that great, aroused sex.

Oh, what a night she 's in for.

-- -

She groans and rubs her temple as she lay her middle on the still-cluttered apartment. Clothes are everywhere, and the bed is in even tough condition than it was before. Her doppelgänger is nowhere to be found.

With a frown, Felicia digs around for her journal of spells. She 'll have to chase away the doppelgänger before it goes out and starts causing discombobulation. Just as she finds the correct spell and presses a finger to her mirror ...

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

genus Felicia struggle and squirms about, opening her oral fissure to let out a cry for help. The double silences her by pressing her brim to her master 's ; her long tongue invading and probing the poor young woman 's mouth. Felicia 's heart widen as she notices two red tentacles hovering at her coat of arms. Those tentacles originated from the doppelgänger 's back.

Just as genus Felicia nearly breaks free from the double 's traction, the two tentacles spurt a tender muck onto her torso and wrists. The slime adheres to the bulwark and genus Felicia, rendering her conflict useless.

'' What the fuck are you doing ? ! '' Felicia cries out as she breaks destitute from her mirror prototype 's kiss. The copy merely licks her brim seductively, several Thomas More tentacles emerging from her back. Each one wraps around Felicia 's limbs and slithers up her clothes, causing the girl to shudder. A slimy tendril finds its way past her scanty and begins rubbing its tip against her dent. A moan escapes her backtalk ; she clenches her teeth to try to brush off the unknown moving ridge of pleasure that assault her consistency. The copy observes the delicious sight before her, her barren mitt already in between her legs, rubbing her egotistical clit in low circles.

While Felicia was busy at work with Liz, her two-fold had bonded with the creature she accidentally summoned. She gave birth to a figure of the creature 's ball. In order to completely convert her to an alien-hybrid, one of the creature 's testis hatched into a small, tadpole-like parasite. This was one of the agency the wight could add humans to its collective hive mind- by implanting one of its own into the body. This newborn tentacle creature was implanted into the stunt man 's pussy, permanently converting her into an alien-hybrid. However, the creature had different programme for the doppelgänger 's original ...

A drop of slime hits Felicia 's cheek from above. Weakly, she looks up to see the outgrowth of tentacles that corrupted her double. It falls to the base next to the double.

By now, Felicia 's blue jean and panties are in a despicable mess on the floor. Her legs are spread candid with her double before her, on her knees. Using her fingerbreadth, the treble spreads Felicia 's swollen pussy lips open, then pushes her tongue into the young lady 's sex. The aphrodisiac slime that the tentacles coated Felicia with made every ghost pleasurable, and made her joy musca volitans ten times as tender. Felicia nearly cums mighty there, but the two-fold smirks and pulls away. That was merely a tormenter for what was about to materialize next.

The mass of tentacles next to the doubling starts to shake violently. genus Felicia can only watch in awe and mental confusion ; the double giggles in excitement and prevision. Suddenly, the spongy brute ceases its tremors.

The parasite 's principal body shoots out from the spongy vas it had before and buries its bulb-shaped head in between Felicia 's paste pegleg. Nearly a ft and a half long, the creature 's true form was a worm-like leech that was randomly covered in fungus-like bulbs. Felicia 's eye widen as the fauna pushes its way into of her fleece pussy, squirming and writhing about as it delves in inch-by-inch. Her eyes roll up to the back of her forefront, and her mouth gyre into a semblance of a grin as the belief of the creature inside of her drown out the terror and fear.

The gook at Felicia 's hands and torso give way, letting the daughter fall to her hands and knees, completely silent. The bivalent paseo up to her, smiling triumphantly.

The possessed Felicia pedestal, giggling happily as she observes her new form. She takes a white meat in her bridge player and squeezes it, her other helping hand roaming around her body.

'' Mm ... This form is perfect, '' the creature says through genus Felicia, running a finger gently across her own twat slit.

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

'' Absolutely, '' she responds in a sultry note. respective red tentacles emerge from Felicia 's back, and two burst out from her kitty-cat, hovering idly. The bivalent scurry to her hands and knees, offering herself up to her possessed comrade.

-- -

'' Hello ? ``

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

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

'' Oh, y'know. I was just feeling a little lonely ... ''

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

genus Felicia 's tongue circles her sass as she looks down at her double ; her head in between Felicia 's leg, choking down a tentacle that emerged from her pussy.

'' I ca n't expect. ''