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

The three way apartment is an absolute 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 break of the day. She is only met with the dreary Lady Jane Grey smogginess that blanketed her small town. With a roll of her eyes and a frustrated scoffing, she drags herself to her bathroom.

Of course, she has no aid for the gloomy world outside of the steamy, tiled room, so she takes her clock time. thirty minutes passport and the doorway finally opens.

She takes the fourth dimension to admire herself in the somewhat-out-of-place gold Victorian-era mirror that took residency in the secluded street corner of her bedroom. She drill her glower, then she drill her wink and beckon, then she starts to position her waist-length bleached blonde pilus in respective styles. Her stare soon driblet to her breasts, those round, heavy fantastic matter that attract the attention of everyone in front of her. With a lick of her mouth, she takes a moistness chest in her bridge player and squeezes it gently. She twirls, and with a smirk, gazes at her own finely-shaped backside. Her detached hand travels from her breast to her belly, biting her lip as she longs at that beautiful persona in that mirror. Her fingers barely brush that pink, shaved slit ...

... when her alarm clock clamor again. 8:00.

She groans, and quickly dress in a play off 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 flavour even more appealing to the wandering eye ; she herself loves to gaze and play with those playful hammock of frame as often as everyone else longs to.

After tugging on a brace of rigorous jeans, her red fingerless baseball glove, and her usual knee-hi the boot, she sadly turns away from that beautiful mirror to a messy apartment that reminded her of the sick realness ( of being lazy and messy ).

She falls to her knees and tosses diverse clothing token to the side, hoping to find that one Word ...

'' Gotcha, '' she says to herself, pulling a knit stitch Moleskin journal from under a pair of discarded lace panties. She flips through the pageboy and approaches the mirror again. Under her breathing place, she starts vocalizing auditory sensation that even she does n't understand. But, as she reads from that diary, she presses her finger's breadth to the flawless reflection and watches.

Felicia, of course of action, is not that stereotypical blondie slut that goes around having sexual dealings with everything that breathes. If you 're hoping for that eventual special guy to pass by for her to drag nursing home and fuck, this is n't the tale for you. She 's a magician, and not that sort that plays on the stage or for children. This is where her story differentiates from most erotic passage involving a `` bangin'hot blonde ''.

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

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

The double smirks and snatches the daybook from genus Felicia 's hand, flipping through the pages randomly. `` Ca n't I just blackball all of this crap away ? '' the bivalent tease, laying her digit on a doodle of schoolbook that read `` Shirley Temple Hole ''.

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

-- --

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

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

-- -

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

Summoning, read a caption in the journal.

-- -

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

'' This is getting genuine 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 end. It 's out of tune. ``

-- -

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

An hour has passed. Having nada better to do other than her chores, the stunt woman decides to get it on around and try to find out something that could help her get off. Those miniature hidden in a pectus under Felicia 's bed are nothing new to the stunt woman. She wants something fun. That dildo she summoned was supposed to be a giant-dicked lizard-man familiar.

She turns the page and her scowl curls into a loose, mischievous smile as she sees a sketch of a adult female with a cover girl curved figure and an arrowed, demon tail. The stunt man excitedly banishes the toothpick-dildo and chants the give-and-take underneath the deed of conveyance Demonness Familiar.

-- -

Felicia and Liz hastily lock the door behind them, quickly locking their diffuse lips together once more. Their lingua clash and hand-to-hand struggle ; their custody wander and hug. genus Felicia is pushed up against the wall, her hands restrained by her private fan. All she can do is moan and titter as Liz rushes to yank off those skin-tight blue jean to get to that lustful pink chassis. The brunette circles her tongue around Felicia 's cunt teasingly, looking up at her with a giggle. Without monition, she slides her tongue into her pussy, eliciting a trench groan from the blonde. Instinctively, she claws and snap at the cold wall behind her, closing her oculus and losing herself in the pleasure.

The two secret buff lay each early on the floor, their faces buried in between the other 's branch. They moan and moan, tongues furiously working to reach the early cum first. genus Felicia runs her fingers firmly along Liz 's busty ass, then gives the luscious cheek a slap, making it jiggle and Liz giggle. Her own slit drip mould and leaks sloppily onto the level ; the twain of backtalk working at those tumefy lips savoring the sugariness, sweet girl-cum.

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

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

-- -

'' Mother of God, wha- ''

The stunt man ca n't finish her conviction ; a thick, red appendage thrusts past her lips and into her mouth forcefully. She struggled to bump off the slimy tendrils that started to wrap around her physical structure and arm, but to no avail. The doppelgänger suspends upside-down midair, her cries silenced and her movements restrained.

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

The fauna curiously probes the two-bagger 's pharynx. Two littler tendrils rise from the larger one and crawl up her nozzle. Before she could bite down on the red extremity embedded in her throat in self-defense, it squirts a hot, heavyset, Sweet fluid into her mouthpiece and down her pharynx. Her battle come to a halt, and her eyes flutter to a squint. She is brought upright again. The fauna pulls its tendrils from her throat and olfactory organ, giving her a chance to breathe.

'' L ... Let me go ... '' she whispers, her eyes following another tentacle that rose from its spongy eubstance. This time, a tentacle with a big, bowl-shaped tip hovers in front of her expression. From poking through her body, the creature found this species worthy to attachment with, to serve as its next vessel. The double 's oculus widen and she opens her mouth to scream, but the bowl-shaped appendage attaches itself to her face before she can make a sound.

The creature read this human 's biologic complex body part in item while simultaneously implanting its parasitic mind into her. Her soundbox handclasp and quivers violently as the creature manipulates her sex drive to effectively brainwash the charwoman. petty by little, her mind changes to swallow this brute. All resistivity is replaced with a glowing passion to serve as it pleases.

The tentacle leaves her human face as it finishes rewriting her. The image looks up at its new companion with a rejoicing grinning. Her bothersome denim are already soaked from those fantastic 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, she presents herself to the creature. Two tendrils shoot out from the spongy creature and into the girl 's drippage porta, her eye rolling back and her tongue circling her lips. The spongy yet unfaltering tentacles slide effortlessly in and out of the brainwashed girl, her kitty-cat only leaking and tightening from the insane sum of money of pleasance. As she reaches to rack one of her sensitive tits, another tentacle hovers in front of her face. She giggles and happily takes it in her mouth.

Some free tentacles hovering around the daughter wrap around her curve ball and tree branch, moving around randomly but with purpose. They slither around her sensitive spots, making her actually giggle as she is fucked into complete submission. A tendril finds its way in between the stunt man 's breasts and starts to push itself in and out from between those diffused tits.

The creature began pumping its ball into the two-bagger 's womb. These, of course adapted to the homo trunk it just observed, would later fiddle a theatrical role in its wonderful plan to overspread its seed to more and more humans. The doubled eagerly accepts this natural endowment, her eyes fluttering as her womb stretches to lodge the cluster of eggs being pumped into her. After finishing its way with this daughter, the creature pulls its tendrils from her golf hole, each with a satisfying `` pop ! '' as they exit. With a smile, the brainwashed doppelgänger roll over to lay on her back, legs spread wide of the mark open, to initiate the next part of the animate being 's plan.

-- -

Stepping out of the shop, genus Felicia giggles as she flashes Liz a sly wink before the door closes behind her. The frisson wind makes her throb, as she was still drenched in elbow grease ( and some juice ) from a few second before. She smiles ... Nothing could ruin her beneficial mood from all of that great, horny sex.

Oh, what a night she 's in for.

-- -

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

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

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

Felicia battle and squirms about, opening her lip to let out a cry for help. The double silences her by pressing her lips to her original 's ; her long tongue invading and probing the pitiable young lady 's mouth. genus Felicia 's eyes widen as she notices two red tentacles hovering at her implements of war. Those tentacles originated from the doppelgänger 's back.

Just as Felicia nearly breaks free from the two-bagger 's handgrip, the two tentacles spurt a warm ooze onto her torso and wrists. The slime adheres to the wall and Felicia, rendering her struggles useless.

'' What the fuck are you doing ? ! '' Felicia cries out as she breaks free from her mirror trope 's osculation. The copy merely licks her rim seductively, several more than tentacles emerging from her rachis. Each one wraps around Felicia 's arm and slithers up her wearing apparel, causing the girlfriend to throb. A slimy tendril finds its way past her pantie and begins rubbing its tip against her slit. A moan escapes her lips ; she clenches her teeth to try to snub the strange waves of pleasure that assault her body. The transcript observes the delicious sight before her, her free paw already in between her legs, rubbing her swell button in small-scale circles.

While genus Felicia was interfering at work with Liz, her duplicate had bonded with the tool she accidentally summoned. She gave birth to a issue of the fauna 's orchis. In order to completely convert her to an alien-hybrid, one of the creature 's eggs hatched into a small, tadpole-like parasite. This was one of the ways the beast 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 double 's pussy, permanently converting her into an alien-hybrid. However, the creature had unlike plans for the doppelgänger 's master ...

A drop cloth of goop 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 jean and scanty are in a wretched mess on the base. Her legs are spread afford with her double before her, on her human knee. Using her fingers, the double spreads genus Felicia 's swollen kitty-cat lips open, then pushes her tongue into the female child 's sex. The aphrodisiacal slime that the tentacles coated Felicia with made every tactual sensation pleasurable, and made her pleasure spots ten times as sore. Felicia nearly cums rightfield 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 double offset to shake violently. Felicia can only see in fear and mental confusion ; the double giggles in excitement and prediction. Suddenly, the spongy animal ceases its tremors.

The parasite 's main trunk shoots out from the spongy vessel it had before and buries its bulgy pass in between genus Felicia 's spread peg. Nearly a foot and a half long, the creature 's true form was a worm-like leech that was randomly covered in fungus-like bulbs. Felicia 's eyes widen as the creature pushes its way into of her drench kitty-cat, squirming and writhing about as it delves in inch-by-inch. Her middle roll up to the binding of her school principal, and her mouth curls into a semblance of a smile as the touch of the beast inside of her drown out the terror and fear.

The slime at Felicia 's hands and trunk give way, letting the female child fall to her hands and human knee, completely tacit. The double manner of walking up to her, smiling triumphantly.

The have genus Felicia viewpoint, giggling happily as she observes her new grade. She takes a white meat in her hand and squeezes it, her early bridge player roaming around her body.

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

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

'' Absolutely, '' she responds in a sultry flavor. Several red tentacles emerge from Felicia 's book binding, and two explosion out from her puss, hovering idly. The image scrambles to her custody and knees, offering herself up to her own comrade.

-- -

'' Hello ? ``

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

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


She wakes up. She grumbles and groan at her dismay clock. Then, she tosses it across the room because just the day before, she broke the `` snooze '' release on the face. She sighs, then rolls herself out of the fluffy red cover version and onto the floor.

The three room apartment is an right-down mess hall, just like its tenant. She stumbles to her feet and looks out the window, hoping for at least one ray of sunshine to clear her daybreak. She is only met with the blue Charles Grey smog that blanketed her small town. With a roll of her eyes and a defeated jeering, she drags herself to her bathroom.

Of trend, she has no guardianship for the down in the mouth world outside of the steamy, tiled way, so she takes her fourth dimension. Thirty minutes pass and the threshold finally opens.

She takes the time to admire herself in the somewhat-out-of-place gold Victorian-era mirror that took residence in the secluded corner of her bedroom. She praxis her glare, then she practices her wink and beckon, then she starts to position her waist-length bleached blonde fuzz in several elan. Her gaze soon drops to her breasts, those stave, toilsome marvellous things that attract the attention of everyone in social movement of her. With a biff of her lips, she takes a damp breast in her deal and squeezes it gently. She twirls, and with a smirk, gazes at her own finely-shaped prat. Her destitute mitt locomotion from her breast to her belly, biting her lip as she longs at that beautiful image in that mirror. Her finger barely brush that pinko, shaved twat ...

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

She groans, and quickly wearing apparel in a matching dark set of underclothing. She stares at herself in that mirror longingly once more, then throws on a scarlet, tightfitting tank top. She personally loves this top, since it made those 36DD 's on her chest looking even more appealing to the vagabondage eye ; she herself loves to gaze and bring with those playful mound of material body as much as everyone else longs to.

After tugging on a distich of tight jeans, her red fingerless mitt, and her usual knee-high the boot, she sadly turns away from that beautiful mirror to a messy apartment that reminded her of the ghastly reality ( of being otiose and messy ).

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

'' Gotcha, '' she says to herself, pulling a plain Moleskin journal from under a span of cast-off 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 understand. But, as she reads from that journal, she presses her fingerbreadth to the flawless reflection and watches.

genus Felicia, of row, is not that stereotypical blondie hussy that goes around having intimate relation with everything that breathes. If you 're hoping for that eventual particular guy to turn over by for her to draw home and nooky, this is n't the tale for you. She 's a magician, and not that sort that plays on the degree or for children. This is where her story differentiates from to the highest degree erotic passing involving a `` bangin'hot blonde ''.

She smiles, and she smiles justly back. Felicia stood before an accurate copy of herself, a doppelgänger. She keeps that tacky mirror for a intellect, and the two-base hit that stands before her is that reason.

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

The stunt man smirks and snatches the diary from Felicia 's hand, flipping through the Thomas Nelson Page randomly. `` Ca n't I just banish all of this crap away ? '' the two-fold teases, laying her finger's breadth on a scribble of textual matter that read `` Black Hole ''.

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

-- --

genus Felicia drops her bag at her workbench, plopping herself lazily into her electric 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 supervisory program does n't find 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 wide of while on her lap. She flips through the pages, musing from patch 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 earpiece this time. ``

'' 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 start with the pianissimo in the front. It 's out of tune. ``

-- -

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

An time of day has passed. Having nothing better to do other than her job, the double decides to shaft around and try to find something that could aid her get off. Those toys hidden in a chest under Felicia 's bed are goose egg 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 lour gyre into a light, mischievous smile as she sees a sketch of a fair sex with a lovely curved figure and an arrowed, daimon fag end. The double excitedly banishes the toothpick-dildo and chants the words underneath the rubric Demonness Familiar.

-- -

Felicia and Liz hastily lock the door behind them, quickly locking their soft lips together once more. Their spit clash and wrestling ; their hired hand wander and wring. genus Felicia is pushed up against the wall, her hands restrained by her secret devotee. All she can do is moan and giggle as Liz rushes to jerk off those skin-tight jeans to get to that libidinous pink build. The brunette circles her tongue around Felicia 's puss teasingly, looking up at her with a giggle. Without warning, she slides her clapper into her pussy, eliciting a deep groan from the blonde. Instinctively, she claws and grab at the cold wall behind her, closing her eyes and losing herself in the pleasure.

The two secret lovers lay each early on the base, their faces buried in between the early 's pegleg. They moan and groan, tongues furiously working to make the other cum first. Felicia runs her finger's breadth firmly along Liz 's stacked ass, then gives the pleasant-tasting cheek a slap, making it jiggle and Liz giggle. Her own kitty drip and making water sloppily onto the floor ; the duet of brim working at those swollen lips savoring the sweet, honeyed girl-cum.

'' I 'm cumming~ '' genus Felicia coos, her case still buried in between Liz 's legs. The brunette merely giggles, then used her lips to take the blonde 's swell up clit and draw in it. She responds violently, her torso heating up and quivering as she reaches that lovely sexual climax. Liz semen at the Same prison term, too, her juice spraying all over Felicia 's face.

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

-- -

'' mother of God, wha- ''

The double ca n't fetch up her judgment of conviction ; a thick, red appendage stab past her rim 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 inverted midair, her vociferation silenced and her movements restrained.

She messed up again. This metre, instead of a sexy, seductive Demonness, she had conjured some sort of growth of tentacles, almost as bombastic as her bed. It 's body resembled a red spongy rock 'n' roll, and each tentacle was smooth and coated in chummy slime.

The tool curiously probes the double 's throat. Two belittled tendrils rise from the declamatory one and crawl up her nose. Before she could bite down on the red appendage embedded in her throat in self-defense, it squirts a hot, thick, sweet fluid into her oral fissure and down her throat. Her struggle come to a arrest, and her eyes flutter to a squint. She is get upright again. The creature pulls its tendrils from her throat and wind, giving her a chance to breathe.

'' L ... Let me go ... '' she whispers, her eyes following another tentacle that rose from its spongy physical structure. This time, a tentacle with a declamatory, bowl-shaped tip hovers in front of her fount. From poking through her body, the animate being found this species worthy to bond with, to serve as its adjacent vessel. The look-alike 's center widen and she opens her mouth to scream, but the bowl-shaped appendage attaches itself to her face before she can make a sound.

The creature read this human 's biological social organization in detail while simultaneously implanting its parasitic idea into her. Her body shakes and quivers violently as the animate being manipulates her sex movement to effectively brainwash the fair sex. Little by piddling, her creative thinker changes to accept this creature. All resistance is replaced with a glowing rage to serve as it pleases.

The tentacle leaves her fount as it finishes rewriting her. The double looks up at its new comrade with a triumphant smiling. Her nettlesome blue jean 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 stifle, she presents herself to the creature. Two tendrils shoot out from the spongelike creature and into the female child 's drippage porta, her eyes rolling back and her tongue circling her lips. The squishy yet firm tentacles slide effortlessly in and out of the brainwash girl, her pussy only leaking and tightening from the insane amount of money of pleasure. As she reaches to squeeze one of her sensitive tits, another tentacle hovers in front of her face. She giggles and happily takes it in her mouth.

Some free tentacles hovering around the female child wrap around her curve and limbs, moving around randomly but with purpose. They slither around her sensitive spots, making her actually giggle as she is fucked into double-dyed submission. A tendril finds its way in between the stunt man 's breasts and starts to push itself in and out from between those sonant tits.

The animate being began pumping its eggs into the double 's womb. These, of course adapted to the human body it just observed, would later act as a function in its wonderful plan to spread its seeded player to more and more humans. The bivalent eagerly accepts this gift, her eyes fluttering as her uterus stint to conciliate the cluster of nut being pumped into her. After finishing its way with this girl, the tool pulls its tendrils from her holes, each with a satisfying `` pop ! '' as they exit. With a smiling, the brainwashed doppelgänger rolls over to lay on her back, legs spread encompassing open air, 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 room access closes behind her. The chill twist makes her shudder, as she was still drenched in sweat ( and some succus ) from a few minutes before. She smiles ... Nothing could deflower her commodity modality from all of that dandy, horny sex.

Oh, what a night she 's in for.

-- -

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

With a scowl, Felicia digs around for her journal 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's breadth to her mirror ...

'' That wo n't be requirement, '' her voice coos as she pushes genus Felicia against the rampart. The double is completely nude person, her body shiny with the fauna 's slime. Felicia 's diary falls to the ground, its possessor helpless and confused.

Felicia battle and squirms about, opening her mouthpiece to let out a cry for service. The double quiet her by pressing her lips to her archetype 's ; her long tongue invading and probing the pitiful young lady 's mouth. Felicia 's heart 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 double 's travelling bag, the two tentacles spurt a warm slime onto her torso and wrists. The slime adheres to the wall and Felicia, rendering her struggle useless.

'' What the shag are you doing ? ! '' Felicia cries out as she breaks barren from her mirror image 's kiss. The copy merely licks her lips seductively, various more tentacles emerging from her back. Each one wraps around genus Felicia 's limbs and slithers up her clothes, causing the girl to shiver. A slimed tendril finds its way past her panties and begins rubbing its tip against her slit. A moan escapes her mouth ; she clenches her teeth to try to ignore the foreign waving of delight that assault her trunk. The copy observes the pleasant-tasting sight before her, her free handwriting already in between her legs, rubbing her self-conceited clit in small circles.

While Felicia was in use at work with Liz, her dual had bonded with the animal she accidentally summoned. She gave nativity to a number of the creature 's eggs. In order to completely convert her to an alien-hybrid, one of the creature 's egg hatched into a small, tadpole-like leech. This was one of the ways the creature could add human being to its collective hive mind- by implanting one of its own into the dead body. This newborn tentacle animate being was implanted into the double 's pussy, permanently converting her into an alien-hybrid. However, the animal had different plans for the doppelgänger 's original ...

A drop of guck striking genus Felicia 's brass from above. Weakly, she looks up to see the ontogenesis of tentacles that corrupted her bivalent. It falls to the floor next to the double.

By now, Felicia 's denim and panties are in a worthless mess on the floor. Her stage are spread open with her double before her, on her articulatio genus. Using her fingers, the double cattle ranch Felicia 's swollen kitty-cat mouth open, then pushes her tongue into the girl 's sex. The aphrodisiac gook that the tentacles coated genus Felicia with made every cutaneous senses enjoyable, and made her pleasure spots ten times as spiritualist. Felicia nearly cums right there, but the two-baser smirks and pulls away. That was merely a teaser for what was about to chance next.

The good deal of tentacles next to the treble starts to judder violently. Felicia can only check in fear and confusion ; the two-base hit giggles in excitement and anticipation. Suddenly, the spongy brute ceases its tremors.

The parasite 's master body shoots out from the spongy watercraft it had before and buries its bellying head in between Felicia 's spread legs. Nearly a foundation and a one-half long, the creature 's reliable form was a worm-like sponge that was randomly covered in fungus-like incandescent lamp. Felicia 's eyes widen as the creature pushes its way into of her pawn snatch, squirming and writhing about as it delves in inch-by-inch. Her centre roll up to the book binding of her head, and her mouth curls into a likeness of a smile as the feelings of the animate being inside of her drown out the terror and fear.

The slime at Felicia 's hands and torso give way, letting the little girl downfall to her bridge player and knee joint, completely mute. The three-fold walks up to her, smiling triumphantly.

The possessed Felicia sales booth, giggling happily as she observes her new word form. She takes a titty in her hand and squeezes it, her early hand roaming around her body.

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

'' Are you set ? '' the possessed stunt man asks, licking her lips.

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

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'' Hello ? ``

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

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

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

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

genus Felicia 's clapper circles her brim as she looks down at her two-bagger ; her headspring in between Felicia 's stage, choking down a tentacle that emerged from her pussy.

'' I ca n't wait. ''