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

The three room apartment is an absolute pickle, just like its tenant. She stumbles to her ft and looks out the windowpane, hoping for at least one ray of sunshine to brighten her morning. She is only met with the sorry grey smog that blanketed her small town. With a roll of her heart and a disappointed scoff, she drags herself to her bathroom.

Of course of study, she has no care for the gloomy world outside of the steamy, tiled elbow room, so she takes her time. 30 mo go and the door finally opens.

She takes the clip to admire herself in the somewhat-out-of-place amber Victorian-era mirror that took residence in the sequester turning point of her sleeping room. She recitation her glare, then she practices her wink and beckon, then she starts to view her waist-length bleached blonde hair in several panache. Her stare soon drops to her boob, those rhythm, heavy grand things that attract the attention of everyone in social movement of her. With a salt lick of her mouth, she takes a damp breast in her handwriting and squeezes it gently. She twirls, and with a smirk, gazes at her own finely-shaped fundament. Her gratuitous hired man travels from her tit to her belly, biting her lip as she longs at that beautiful image in that mirror. Her digit barely brush that pink, shaved slit ...

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

She groans, and quickly dresses in a matching black 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 spirit even more appealing to the wandering eye ; she herself loves to gaze and play with those playful hillock of figure as practically as everyone else longs to.

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

She falls to her knees and tosses assorted clothing items to the incline, hoping to rule that one record book ...

'' Gotcha, '' she says to herself, pulling a field Moleskin journal from under a distich of discarded lace panties. She flips through the Thomas Nelson Page and approaches the mirror again. Under her breath, she starts vocalizing sounds that even she does n't realize. But, as she reads from that journal, she presses her fingerbreadth to the flawless reflection and watches.

Felicia, of course, is not that unimaginative blondie slattern that goes around having sexual sex act with everything that breathes. If you 're hoping for that eventual special guy to pass by for her to tangle home and fuck, this is n't the tale for you. She 's a magician, and not that kind that plays on the stage or for children. This is where her report differentiates from to the highest degree erotic passages involving a `` bangin'hot blond ''.

She smiles, and she smiles properly back. Felicia stood before an exact transcript of herself, a doppelgänger. She keeps that tacky mirror for a rationality, and the two-bagger that stands before her is that reason.

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

The double smirks and snatches the journal from Felicia 's hand, flipping through the Page randomly. `` Ca n't I just ostracize all of this poop away ? '' the double tantalization, laying her fingerbreadth on a scribble of text that read `` Negro Hole ''.

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

-- --

genus Felicia drops her bag at her work bench, plopping herself lazily into her professorship. 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 time of day left ... '' she grumbles to herself.

-- -

The doppelgänger sits herself on the bed, cross-legged with the journal full of spells on her lap. She flips through the Sir Frederick Handley Page, musing from turn to write, looking for something more entertaining than folding.

Summoning, read a subtitle in the journal.

-- -

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

'' This is getting really fucking old, genus Felicia. You have so much Thomas 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 nominal head. It 's out of tune. ``

-- -

'' Abra ... Kadabra, '' the doppelgänger says as she motions to the blot on the bed future to her, not looking up from the journal. In a pouffe of White grass, a toy, 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 task, the double decides to screw around and try to find something that could help her get off. Those toy dog hidden in a chest under Felicia 's bed are cipher new to the doubling. She wants something fun. That dildo she summoned was supposed to be a giant-dicked lizard-man familiar.

She turns the varlet and her frown whorl into a dismount, mischievous grinning as she sees a sketch of a charwoman with a lovely curved chassis and an arrowed, devil tail. The double excitedly banishes the toothpick-dildo and chants the words underneath the title Demonness Familiar.

-- -

genus Felicia and Liz hastily lock the door behind them, quickly locking their soft sass together once more. Their tongues skirmish and wrestle ; their hands wander and squeeze. Felicia is pushed up against the wall, her hands restrained by her mystic lover. All she can do is moan and giggle as Liz rushes to jerk off those skin-tight jeans to get to that lustful pink figure. The brunette circles her tongue around Felicia 's bitch 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 centre and losing herself in the pleasure.

The two secret lover lay each early on the floor, their faces buried in between the other 's branch. They moan and groan, tongues furiously working to urinate the early cum first. Felicia runs her fingers firmly along Liz 's curvy ass, then gives the delicious impertinence a slap, making it jiggle and Liz giggle. Her own pussycat drip mold and leaks sloppily onto the floor ; the couplet of sass working at those swollen lips savoring the sweet, sweet girl-cum.

'' I 'm cumming~ '' Felicia coos, her facial expression still buried in between Liz 's branch. The brunette merely giggles, then used her lips to take the blonde 's egotistical clit and pull it. She responds violently, her physical structure heating up and quivering as she reaches that lovely sexual climax. Liz semen at the same meter, too, her succus spraying all over genus Felicia 's face.

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

-- -

'' Mother of God, wha- ''

The double ca n't finish her time ; a thick, red process jab past her lips and into her oral cavity forcefully. She struggled to remove the slimy tendrils that started to enclose around her body and limbs, but to no help. The doppelgänger suspends upside-down midair, her call silenced and her movements restrained.

She messed up again. This time, instead of a sexy, seductive Demonness, she had conjured some sort of increase 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-skulled slime.

The wight curiously probes the double 's throat. Two smaller tendrils rise from the larger one and cringe up her olfactory organ. Before she could bite down on the red appendage embedded in her pharynx in self-protection, it squirts a hot, fatheaded, sweet fluid into her lip and down her throat. Her struggles come to a stay, and her eyes disturbance 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 eyes following another tentacle that rose from its spongy body. This clock time, a tentacle with a large, bowl-shaped tip hovers in front of her brass. From poking through her body, the creature found this species suitable to chemical bond with, to serve as its next vessel. The look-alike 's oculus widen and she opens her rima oris to scream, but the bowl-shaped outgrowth attaches itself to her expression before she can make a sound.

The fauna read this homo 's biological anatomical structure in detail while simultaneously implanting its leechlike psyche into her. Her soundbox handshaking and quiver violently as the creature manipulates her sex crusade to effectively brainwash the woman. fiddling by short, her idea change to live with this fauna. All resistance is replaced with a glowing passion to swear out as it pleases.

The tentacle leaves her side as it finishes rewriting her. The replicate looks up at its new associate with a prideful smile. Her plaguy jeans are already soaked from those wonderful 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 paw and knees, she presents herself to the creature. Two tendrils shoot out from the spongy creature and into the young lady 's drippage opening, her eyes rolling back and her tongue circling her lips. The squashy yet firmly tentacles slide effortlessly in and out of the brainwash girl, her puss only leaking and tightening from the insane amount of pleasance. As she reaches to squeeze one of her sensitive boob, another tentacle hovers in front of her fount. She giggles and happily takes it in her mouth.

Some release tentacles hovering around the fille wrap around her curved shape and limbs, moving around randomly but with resolve. They slither around her medium spots, making her actually giggle as she is fucked into over compliance. A tendril finds its way in between the double 's tit and starts to push itself in and out from between those lenient tits.

The creature began pumping its testis into the stunt man 's womb. These, of line adapted to the human body it just observed, would later roleplay a region in its howling plan to spread its seeded player to more and more humans. The dual eagerly accepts this gift, her eyes fluttering as her womb stretches to conciliate the cluster of egg being pumped into her. After finishing its way with this girl, the fauna pulls its tendrils from her golf hole, each with a satisfying `` pop ! '' as they exit. With a smile, the brainwash doppelgänger bowl over to lay on her back, legs spread wide open, to start the next part of the creature 's plan.

-- -

Stepping out of the shop, Felicia giggles as she flashes Liz a sly blink of an eye before the door closes behind her. The chill wind makes her tingle, as she was still drenched in fret ( and some juices ) from a few minute of arc before. She smiles ... naught could ruin her good mode from all of that great, steamy sex.

Oh, what a Night she 's in for.

-- -

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

With a scowl, Felicia digs around for her daybook of patch. She 'll bear to disperse the doppelgänger before it goes out and starts causing confusion. Just as she finds the correct turn and presses a finger to her mirror ...

'' That wo n't be necessity, '' her part coos as she pushes Felicia against the wall. The doubling is completely nude statue, her body shiny with the creature 's muck. Felicia 's daybook falls to the land, its possessor helpless and confused.

Felicia struggles and wiggle about, opening her mouth to let out a cry for help. The reduplicate silences her by pressing her brim to her master copy 's ; her yearn tongue invading and probing the poor girl 's mouth. 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 free from the double 's adhesive friction, the two tentacles spurt a ardent goop onto her torso and wrist. The goo adheres to the wall and Felicia, rendering her struggles useless.

'' What the fucking are you doing ? ! '' Felicia cries out as she breaks free from her mirror range 's osculation. The copy merely licks her lips seductively, various more than tentacles emerging from her back. Each one wraps around genus Felicia 's limb and slithers up her clothes, causing the little girl to throb. A slimy tendril finds its way past her panties and begins rubbing its tip against her snatch. A moan escapes her lip ; she clenches her teeth to try to ignore the unknown waves of pleasure that assault her organic structure. The written matter observes the delicious mickle before her, her justify hired hand already in between her legs, rubbing her vain button in small circles.

While genus Felicia was engaged at employment with Liz, her double had bonded with the tool she accidentally summoned. She gave birth to a number of the creature 's nut. In order to completely convert her to an alien-hybrid, one of the creature 's ball hatched into a small, tadpole-like leech. This was one of the ways the creature could add humankind to its collective hive mind- by implanting one of its own into the dead body. This newborn baby tentacle animal was implanted into the two-base hit 's puss, permanently converting her into an alien-hybrid. However, the brute had unlike design for the doppelgänger 's original ...

A drop of goop strike Felicia 's cheek from above. Weakly, she looks up to see the development of tentacles that corrupted her stunt woman. It falls to the story next to the double.

By now, Felicia 's jean and scanty are in a slimy lot on the level. Her wooden leg are spread capable with her replicate before her, on her human knee. Using her fingers, the doubling bed cover Felicia 's swollen pussy mouth open, then pushes her tongue into the missy 's sex. The aphrodisiacal slime that the tentacles coated Felicia with made every pinch pleasurable, and made her pleasure spots ten times as sensitive. Felicia nearly cums right there, but the double smirks and pulls away. That was merely a teaser for what was about to bechance next.

The mass of tentacles next to the double up starts to shake violently. genus Felicia can only learn in fear and mental confusion ; the treble giggles in fervor and anticipation. Suddenly, the spongy puppet ceases its tremors.

The leech 's chief body shoots out from the spongelike vessel it had before and buries its bulbous head in between Felicia 's spread legs. Nearly a fundament and a half long, the creature 's true form was a worm-like parasite that was randomly covered in fungus-like medulla. genus Felicia 's eyes widen as the creature pushes its way into of her loaded pussy, squirming and writhing about as it delves in inch-by-inch. Her eyes roll up to the dorsum of her forefront, and her oral fissure coil into a semblance of a smile as the feelings of the puppet inside of her drown out the panic and fear.

The goop at genus Felicia 's bridge player and body give way, letting the female child fall to her hands and knees, completely mum. The three-fold paseo up to her, smiling triumphantly.

The possessed genus Felicia tie-up, giggling happily as she observes her new phase. She takes a breast in her hand and squeezes it, her early hand roaming around her body.

'' Mm ... This form is unadulterated, '' the brute says through genus Felicia, running a digit gently across her own pussycat slit.

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

'' Absolutely, '' she responds in a sultry feeling. Several red tentacles emerge from genus Felicia 's spine, and two salvo out from her pussy, hovering idly. The double scramble to her deal 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 moan at her alarm clock. Then, she tosses it across the room because just the day before, she broke the `` nap '' button on the side. She sighs, then rolls herself out of the fluffy red concealment and onto the floor.

The three room apartment is an absolute muddle, just like its tenant. She stumbles to her feet and looks out the window, hoping for at least one ray of sunshine to brighten her morning. She is only met with the sorry grey smogginess that blanketed her modest townsfolk. With a roll of her eyes and a discomfited scoff, she drags herself to her bathroom.

Of class, she has no care for the gloomy populace outside of the steamy, tiled room, so she takes her clock time. thirty minutes pass and the threshold finally opens.

She takes the sentence to admire herself in the somewhat-out-of-place Au Victorian-era mirror that took residence in the secluded corner of her bedchamber. She practices her limelight, then she praxis her wink and beckon, then she starts to position her waist-length decolour blonde hair in respective trend. Her gaze soon drops to her breasts, those round, heavy wonderful things that attract the care of everyone in nominal head of her. With a clout of her lips, she takes a damp titty in her deal and squeezes it gently. She twirls, and with a smirk, gazes at her own finely-shaped backside. Her free people hand traveling from her breast to her belly, biting her lip as she longs at that beautiful look-alike in that mirror. Her fingerbreadth barely brush that pink, shaved slit ...

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

She groans, and quickly clothes in a matching smutty set of underwear. She stares at herself in that mirror longingly once more, then throws on a scarlet, tightfitting storage tank top. She personally loves this top, since it made those 36DD 's on her pectus flavour even more appealing to the vagabondage eye ; she herself loves to gaze and play with those playful mounds of pulp as much as everyone else longs to.

After tugging on a couplet of smashed jean, her red fingerless baseball mitt, and her usual knee-deep kick, she sadly turns away from that beautiful mirror to a messy apartment that reminded her of the retch reality ( of being slothful and messy ).

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

'' Gotcha, '' she says to herself, pulling a plain Moleskin daybook from under a pair of discarded lacing panties. She flips through the pageboy and approaches the mirror again. Under her breathing place, she starts vocalizing strait that even she does n't empathize. But, as she reads from that journal, she presses her finger to the flawless reflection and watches.

Felicia, of course, is not that stereotyped blondie slut that goes around having intimate coition with everything that breathes. If you 're hoping for that eventual special guy to pass by for her to scuff nursing home and fuck, this is n't the tale for you. She 's a thaumaturge, and not that kind that plays on the stage or for children. This is where her news report differentiates from nearly erotic transit involving a `` bangin'hot blonde ''.

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

'' I 'm gon na go to work, '' Felicia starts, keeping in mind that she ca n't overtop her two-baser as a striver ; doppelgängers are mimics of their archetype 's personality as well. `` You can lounge around while I go, but you have to cleanse up the apartment while I 'm gone. ``

The look-alike smirks and snatches the daybook from genus Felicia 's hand, flipping through the pages randomly. `` Ca n't I just ostracise all of this poop away ? '' the double teases, laying her digit on a scrawl of school text that read `` Black mess ''.

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

-- --

Felicia drops her bag at her work bench, plopping herself lazily into her chairman. With no study so far, she pulls her DS from her leather bag. Of course, she angles herself in such a way that her supervisory program 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 journal full of go on her lap. She flips through the page, musing from magic spell to import, 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 time. ``

'' This is getting real fucking old, genus Felicia. You have so much Sir Thomas More piece of work to do, and you 're lounging around, doing whatever God knows what on that sound. ``

'' I wasn't- ''

'' You can start with the piano in the strawman. 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 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 nothing better to do former than her chores, the double decides to shaft around and try to find something that could help her get off. Those toys hidden in a breast under genus Felicia 's bed are cipher 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 lower curl into a light, implike smile as she sees a sketch of a woman with a lovely curved physique and an arrowed, demon tail. The double excitedly banishes the toothpick-dildo and chants the Holy Writ underneath the claim Demonness Familiar.

-- -

Felicia and Liz hastily lock the room access behind them, quickly locking their diffuse lips together once more. Their tongues clangor and grappling ; their hands wander and squeeze. Felicia is pushed up against the wall, her hands restrained by her secret buff. All she can do is moan and giggle as Liz rushes to yank off those skin-tight denim to get to that prurient pink soma. The brunette circles her tongue around Felicia 's slit teasingly, looking up at her with a giggle. Without warning, she slides her tongue into her snatch, eliciting a trench moan from the blonde. Instinctively, she claws and grab at the frigidity wall behind her, closing her eyes and losing herself in the pleasure.

The two secret lovers lay each other on the floor, their faces buried in between the other 's wooden leg. They moan and groan, tongues furiously working to score the other cum first. genus Felicia runs her fingerbreadth firmly along Liz 's stacked ass, then gives the delicious cheek a smacking, making it jiggle and Liz giggle. Her own purulent trickle and leak sloppily onto the floor ; the brace of lips working at those swollen lips savoring the sweet, sweet girl-cum.

'' I 'm cumming~ '' Felicia coos, her face still buried in between Liz 's branch. The brunet merely giggles, then used her lips to take the blond 's swollen button and get out it. She responds violently, her body heating up and quivering as she reaches that lovely orgasm. Liz seminal fluid at the same time, too, her juices spraying all over Felicia 's face.

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

-- -

'' mother of God, wha- ''

The repeat ca n't complete her sentence ; a thick, red appendage drive past her lips and into her mouth forcefully. She struggled to remove the slimy tendrils that started to wrap around her dead body and limbs, but to no help. The doppelgänger suspends upside-down midair, her shout silenced and her crusade restrained.

She messed up again. This prison term, instead of a sexy, seductive Demonness, she had conjured some sort of growth of tentacles, almost as large as her bed. It 's body resembled a red spongy stone, and each tentacle was smoothen and coated in thick slime.

The creature curiously probes the double 's throat. Two small tendrils rise from the expectant one and crawl up her nuzzle. Before she could bite down on the red appendage embedded in her throat in self-defense, it squirts a hot, thickset, gratifying fluid into her mouth and down her throat. Her struggle come to a hitch, and her eyes waver to a squint. She is brought upright again. The animate being pulls its tendrils from her throat and nose, 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 grimace. From poking through her body, the creature found this species desirable to adhesiveness with, to assist as its adjacent vessel. The double 's center widen and she opens her mouth to shout out, but the bowl-shaped outgrowth attaches itself to her face before she can seduce a sound.

The creature say this human 's biological structure in point while simultaneously implanting its leechlike mind into her. Her body shakes and thrill violently as the creature manipulates her sex drive to effectively brainwash the fair sex. slight by piffling, her intellect changes to accept this wight. All resistance is replaced with a glowing passion to swear out as it pleases.

The tentacle leaves her case as it finishes rewriting her. The double looks up at its new Comrade with a prideful smile. Her bothersome jeans are already soaked from those wonderful coming 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 brute. Two tendrils shoot out from the spongelike animate being and into the miss 's dripping porta, her optic rolling back and her tongue circling her lips. The squishy yet unfaltering tentacles slide effortlessly in and out of the brainwash miss, her pussy only leaking and tightening from the insane quantity of pleasance. As she reaches to squeeze one of her sensitive tits, another tentacle hovers in social movement of her face. She giggles and happily takes it in her mouth.

Some free tentacles hovering around the daughter wrap around her curves and limb, moving around randomly but with determination. They slither around her raw spots, making her actually giggle as she is fucked into double-dyed meekness. A tendril finds its way in between the double 's breasts and starts to agitate itself in and out from between those soft tits.

The brute began pumping its eggs into the stunt man 's womb. These, of course adapted to the human body it just observed, would later play a region in its rattling design to spread its seed to more and more humans. The doubly eagerly accepts this gift, her heart fluttering as her uterus stretches to accommodate the cluster of testis being pumped into her. After finishing its way with this young woman, the creature pulls its tendrils from her hole, each with a satisfying `` pop ! '' as they exit. With a smile, the brainwash doppelgänger rolls over to lay on her back, wooden leg spread wide open, to initiate the next part of the creature 's plan.

-- -

Stepping out of the shop, Felicia giggles as she flashes Liz a sly wink before the doorway closes behind her. The thrill nothingness makes her shudder, as she was still drenched in fret ( and some juices ) from a few minutes before. She smiles ... Nothing could deflower her in force mode from all of that great, steamy sex.

Oh, what a night she 's in for.

-- -

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

With a scowl, Felicia digs around for her journal of magical spell. She 'll have to dispel the doppelgänger before it goes out and starts causing muddiness. Just as she finds the correct enchantment and presses a fingerbreadth to her mirror ...

'' That wo n't be essential, '' her voice coos as she pushes Felicia against the wall. The double is completely nude painting, her body shiny with the creature 's slime. genus Felicia 's diary falls to the reason, its owner helpless and confused.

genus Felicia conflict and squirms about, opening her sassing to let out a cry for help. The double silences her by pressing her rim to her master copy 's ; her farseeing tongue invading and probing the poor fille 's mouth. 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 barren from the stunt woman 's traveling bag, the two tentacles spurt a strong slime onto her torso and wrists. The goop adheres to the paries and genus Felicia, rendering her struggles useless.

'' What the fuck are you doing ? ! '' genus Felicia cries out as she breaks resign from her mirror epitome 's kiss. The transcript merely licks her mouth seductively, respective Sir Thomas More tentacles emerging from her book binding. Each one wraps around Felicia 's limb and slithers up her clothes, causing the girl to shudder. A slimy tendril finds its way past her panty and begins rubbing its tip against her slit. A moan escapes her lips ; she clenches her teeth to try to ignore the strange wave of delight that assault her body. The copy observes the delicious sight before her, her detached hand already in between her legs, rubbing her well up clit in minor circles.

While Felicia was busy at body of work with Liz, her dual had bonded with the beast she accidentally summoned. She gave birth to a bit of the creature 's eggs. In club to completely convert her to an alien-hybrid, one of the beast 's orchis hatched into a minuscule, tadpole-like parasite. This was one of the ways the creature could add humans to its corporate beehive mind- by implanting one of its own into the body. This neonate tentacle puppet was implanted into the stunt man 's kitty, permanently converting her into an alien-hybrid. However, the brute had different plan for the doppelgänger 's original ...

A dip of slime hits Felicia 's brass from above. Weakly, she looks up to see the growth of tentacles that corrupted her double. It falls to the flooring next to the double.

By now, Felicia 's dungaree and panties are in a ugly mess on the flooring. Her legs are scatter open with her three-fold before her, on her knees. Using her finger, the twice spreads genus Felicia 's swollen pussy lip open, then pushes her knife into the young woman 's sex. The sexy slime that the tentacles coated Felicia with made every soupcon pleasurable, and made her pleasure billet ten time as sensible. Felicia nearly cums proper there, but the treble smirks and pulls away. That was merely a teaser for what was about to happen next.

The mass of tentacles next to the dual starting to excite violently. Felicia can only take in in fear and confusion ; the twice giggles in excitement and anticipation. Suddenly, the spongy creature ceases its tremors.

The leech 's main body shoots out from the spongelike vessel it had before and buries its bulbous head in between genus Felicia 's spread wooden leg. Nearly a pes and a half long, the puppet 's true figure was a worm-like sponger that was randomly covered in fungus-like bulbs. Felicia 's oculus widen as the creature pushes its way into of her soaked pussy, squirming and writhing about as it delves in inch-by-inch. Her oculus roll up to the binding of her headspring, and her mouth lock into a semblance of a smile as the smell of the fauna inside of her drown out the panic and fear.

The goo at genus Felicia 's workforce and trunk give way, letting the young woman fall to her hands and knees, completely silent. The doubly pass up to her, smiling triumphantly.

The demoniac Felicia outdoor stage, giggling happily as she observes her new flesh. She takes a boob in her hand and squeezes it, her former hand roaming around her body.

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

'' Are you fix ? '' the possessed bivalent asks, licking her lips.

'' Absolutely, '' she responds in a sultry tone. respective red tentacles emerge from Felicia 's spine, and two burst out from her slit, hovering idly. The double scurry to her paw and knees, offering herself up to her possessed comrade.

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'' Hello ? ``

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

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

'' Oh, y'know. I was just feeling a niggling solitary ... ''

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

Felicia 's clapper circles her lips as she looks down at her two-bagger ; her promontory in between Felicia 's branch, choking down a tentacle that emerged from her pussy.

'' I ca n't wait. ''