{"sf1_id":499032,"sf2_id":"Vm2j6bMm","title":"Conversion","author":"Kotep","words":3497,"posted_at":"2013-02-09T03:18:00.000Z","tags":["Alien","Corruption","F/F","Female","Human","Oviposition","Transformation"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/499032-conversion","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/Vm2j6bMm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/06/d9/06d9e095-4c47-4287-9dff-05374751fc37","description":"Contains: alien transformation, infestation, impregnation, and some light gore.\nRoad trip. College girls staying at a crummy motel in a tiny town. And then come the alien parasites.","content":"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"We're gonna see if there's anything to do in this dump.\u0026nbsp; You wanna come with us?\"  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Jessie cracked her toes.\u0026nbsp; She stretched them out after tugging off her sneakers.\u0026nbsp; She could see a sliver of the ass of Emily's jeans through the open bathroom door.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Nah, I'll stay here.\u0026nbsp; I'm pretty tired from the driving, so I'll probably sleep soon,\" Jessie said.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; A lazy stroke of lipstick rested across Emily's lips when she came back into the motel room.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Fine, be a recluse if you want.\u0026nbsp; Not like we came to hang out with friends,\" Emily said.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; A grin flashed across Emily's face.\u0026nbsp; Jessie returned her friend's look with a small smile of her own.\u0026nbsp; Emily crossed the room to grab her purse, then continued on toward the door.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"I'll see you later,\" Jessie said.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The door swung shut behind Emily.\u0026nbsp; Jessie rose off the bed and picked at the hem of her tee shirt.\u0026nbsp; She pulled it off over her head, then dropped her shorts to the floor.\u0026nbsp; Even with the car's AC running all day long, she'd gotten sweaty from the drive.\u0026nbsp; She was a morning-shower person, but she felt gross enough now to make an exception.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Jessie wrenched the knob in the bathroom.\u0026nbsp; Every few moments, she dipped her hand into the spray, testing whether it was getting warm.\u0026nbsp; When the heated water came pouring out, she gave a preemptive sigh.\u0026nbsp; She tossed her bra and panties to the floor, then stepped in.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The water ran down her trim body.\u0026nbsp; Her hair was darkened by getting wet, and it gently clung to her neck.\u0026nbsp; Her eyes slid closed as her fingers ran over her scalp.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; A loud gurgle rose up from the drain; a wet and sticky sound.\u0026nbsp; Was there something wrong with it?\u0026nbsp; She glanced down and saw nothing blocking it.\u0026nbsp; Oh well, cheap hotels, right?  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The drain gurgled again.\u0026nbsp; She didn't look this time.\u0026nbsp; The small grating was pushed aside.\u0026nbsp; A fat slug, or at least something that looked like a fat slug, slid out onto the bottom of the tub.\u0026nbsp; It was two inches long and an inch across in the middle. Its body was a pale blue with mottled dark blue stripes around its thick middle.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Something was on Jessie's leg.\u0026nbsp; She reached back, brushing at her calf.\u0026nbsp; No, that didn't get it.\u0026nbsp; She moved her hand up higher.\u0026nbsp; It pressed against something plump, slimy and squishy.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Jessie yelped in shock.\u0026nbsp; What the hell was that?\u0026nbsp; She slapped at the back of her thighs frantically.\u0026nbsp; The slug had already moved.\u0026nbsp; It was on the inside of her thighs, moving along her loins.\u0026nbsp; She could see it now.\u0026nbsp; A mixture of horrid curiosity and revulsion passed through her.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Oh god, get off!\" she said.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Jessie was starting to tremble.\u0026nbsp; Her fingers grasped at the slug's body, but it was small and slippery.\u0026nbsp; The slug squirted out of her hand.\u0026nbsp; It was crawling into her pussy.\u0026nbsp; God, she could feel it.\u0026nbsp; Its smooth skin pushing her walls open, its slime trailing along her walls, the gentle pressure of its girth moving deeper into her, the steady pulsing of its undulating body.\u0026nbsp; It was so smooth and sleek and horrible.\u0026nbsp; Jessie's legs gave way.\u0026nbsp; A sob of fear left her mouth.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; She was sitting in the tub now.\u0026nbsp; Her legs were splayed in front of her, hands gripping the rim.\u0026nbsp; Her breath was little more than nervous gasps.\u0026nbsp; She needed to call 911, to get to a hospital, to get this thing out of her.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; And then the rest of the slugs began to pour from the drain.\u0026nbsp; They spread out as they crawled across the tub; some on the floor, some on the walls, some arcing along the tiles.\u0026nbsp; But the whole glistening, wriggling mass was coming for her.\u0026nbsp; They were on her legs already.\u0026nbsp; They tickled her skin.\u0026nbsp; Her stomach churned in disgust.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Jessie pulled herself out of shock.\u0026nbsp; With both hands, she reached for slugs.\u0026nbsp; She pulled them off and tossed them against the wall.\u0026nbsp; But they kept coming.\u0026nbsp; There were too many of them.\u0026nbsp; She cried out as they flooded into her pussy, filling it with wriggling, pulsing masses.\u0026nbsp; She was worried they would split her open.\u0026nbsp; Then, she felt a prodding, spreading, slimy sensation against her ass.\u0026nbsp; She screamed.\u0026nbsp; The slugs found another way into her.\u0026nbsp; They squeezed into her pussy, they pushed through her ass, and that still wasn't fast enough.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Tears came to Jessie's eyes.\u0026nbsp; Some of the slugs were trying to get into her through her nipples.\u0026nbsp; The slugs would not stop.\u0026nbsp; Her orifices were forced wider with no regard for her comfort, until the slugs could slide into her through her breasts.\u0026nbsp; Blood dripped along the front of her chest from her distended nipples.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Her sobbing was choked off as they crawled into her mouth.\u0026nbsp; She gagged at the acrid taste and the slick squirming feeling against her tongue.\u0026nbsp; Then it was crawling down her throat.\u0026nbsp; Her stomach pinched, and she retched, but nothing came up.\u0026nbsp; More slugs slid into her mouth.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Jessie was barely conscious.\u0026nbsp; Tears ran down her face from the sheer pain.\u0026nbsp; Snot trickled along her cheeks, mixing with the tears.\u0026nbsp; But the slugs would not stop.\u0026nbsp; Her legs were numb and useless.\u0026nbsp; And then the slugs found her nose.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Her jaw snapped open.\u0026nbsp; Her eyes were bloodshot.\u0026nbsp; She couldn't breathe.\u0026nbsp; Her lungs burned.\u0026nbsp; The fire spread.\u0026nbsp; Her muscles ached.\u0026nbsp; Her throat contracted but her nose and mouth were blocked.\u0026nbsp; Her whole body blazed with a need for oxygen.\u0026nbsp; The world was hazy.\u0026nbsp; Her mouth trembled slightly.\u0026nbsp; The burning was gobbled up in the crushing darkness.\u0026nbsp; She went limp.\u0026nbsp; The slugs kept coming.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"God damn it,\" Jessie groaned.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; She must have passed out.\u0026nbsp; It was a little frightening to think about it.\u0026nbsp; Showering one moment, and on the floor the next.\u0026nbsp; She didn't even remember it, though she remembered that disgusting dream.\u0026nbsp; Thankfully, her memory of that dream was fading.\u0026nbsp; It was just a weird passing out nightmare.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; She turned the water off and climbed out of the bath tub.\u0026nbsp; She patted her face with the towel, rubbed it over her body, then tossed it over the towel rack.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Jessie's stomach grumbled.\u0026nbsp; She'd been out for nearly an hour, according to the clock in the room.\u0026nbsp; Okay, not good.\u0026nbsp; She'd want to talk to a doctor when she got home.\u0026nbsp; For now, she felt like she might pass out again if she didn't get something to eat soon.\u0026nbsp; She took the delivery menu out of the motel's pamphlet and sat down next to the phone.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Yeah, hi, I want to order, uh,\" she said, then paused.\u0026nbsp; She was really hungry and the thought of a big pizza was appetizing beyond belief.\u0026nbsp; \"Large supreme pizza.\"\u0026nbsp; Was that going to be enough?\u0026nbsp;   \n\"Actually, make that two.\u0026nbsp; And some Sprite, yeah.\u0026nbsp; Landmark Motor Lodge, room 113.\"  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Waiting for the pizza to come, she lapsed into near-physical pain.\u0026nbsp; The TV couldn't distract her enough.\u0026nbsp; She couldn't stop running her tongue along her teeth and the inside of her lips.\u0026nbsp; She was hyper-aware of her tongue's position and size and texture.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Jessie rushed to the door when the delivery man knocked.\u0026nbsp; She had been tugging at her hair with her fingers, trying to straighten it out, tossing aside loose hairs.\u0026nbsp; Her concerns that she was losing enough hair to give her a bald spot were mollified.\u0026nbsp; She had food now, so it would all be better.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; She sat on the bed.\u0026nbsp; Her clothes were discarded for being uncomfortably warm.\u0026nbsp; The room's AC was churning full blast.\u0026nbsp; She bent over the box.\u0026nbsp; She grabbed a slice and pushed it into her mouth.\u0026nbsp; Grease and sauce got on her face and fingers, but she was too hungry to care.\u0026nbsp; Her back ached.\u0026nbsp; Her spine rose against her skin; the ridge running down her back was thrown into sharp relief.\u0026nbsp; Her eyes were unfocused, but she could still see the pizza enough to eat.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; A muffled half-sob left a mouth full of marinara and sausage.\u0026nbsp; She could tell that this hunger was too intense.\u0026nbsp; She could tell that there were cravings that were wrong, and yet she couldn't do a thing about them.\u0026nbsp; Her body needed more food like it needed to breathe.\u0026nbsp; Her tongue darted along her lips.\u0026nbsp; The lips were thicker; the tongue was more slick.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Her fingers ached.\u0026nbsp; The joints popped as she flexed them.\u0026nbsp; They were too long, with nails that were too big and too sharp.\u0026nbsp; She could feel as they grew each extra inch.\u0026nbsp; Her claws ripped at the pizza as she shoveled it into her mouth.\u0026nbsp; Her jaw throbbed with every bite.\u0026nbsp; Her teeth felt like they were going to explode. Her tongue ran up against them awkwardly.\u0026nbsp; They were sharp, long, too big for her mouth.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"No!\" she said.\u0026nbsp; Her voice was harsh and raspy.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; She could hardly see.\u0026nbsp; The hotel had mirrors all over the room to make it feel bigger; she glanced up into one of them.\u0026nbsp; There was a membrane growing over her eyes, stiff to the touch and opaque.\u0026nbsp; She got a look at her flattened nose before the membrane grew thick enough that she couldn't see at all.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Jessie wanted to cry but she couldn't.\u0026nbsp; Her eyes were sealed over and her mouth was filled with food.\u0026nbsp; She wanted to stop eating, but she couldn't do that either.\u0026nbsp; Her torso was elongated.\u0026nbsp; Each new vertebra growing in had been a sharp jab.\u0026nbsp; She could feel her hands when they brushed along her chin.\u0026nbsp; The crushing pain she felt shoot through them heralded the loss of two of her fingers.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The pizza box clattered to the floor now that it was empty.\u0026nbsp; Sniffing like an animal, she opened up the second box, and pushed her face into it.\u0026nbsp; She began to eat from the center out.\u0026nbsp; She pushed her hands down against the bed and flexed all of her muscles.\u0026nbsp; They popped and swelled.\u0026nbsp; Long, sinewy bulk grew from her frame.\u0026nbsp; The harder she pushed, the better it felt, the stronger she felt.\u0026nbsp; But it was a horrible strength.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; She felt a presence in her mind.\u0026nbsp; This is natural, it told her.\u0026nbsp; You simply need to feed.\u0026nbsp; Jessie pushed back as hard as she could.\u0026nbsp; The second pizza was gone, so she tore herself away from the box.\u0026nbsp; She could 'see' now--not in color, but she could sense the shapes of the things around her.\u0026nbsp; She pulled herself to the edge of the bed, and tried to stand up.\u0026nbsp; Her heels hit the floor only briefly.\u0026nbsp; She sprung onto the balls of her taloned feet.\u0026nbsp; She toppled forward.\u0026nbsp; Her head made a cracking noise as it hit the floor.\u0026nbsp; A snarl of pain left her mouth.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Her head felt as if a giant hand were wrapping around it, or a vice were being tightened across her temples.\u0026nbsp; A string of spittle blew from between her teeth when she let out another snarl.\u0026nbsp; Her claws gripped the sides of her head.\u0026nbsp; Her mind was churning.\u0026nbsp; So much pain and so many different sensations flooded through her.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; No human could endure this.\u0026nbsp; They would have snapped.\u0026nbsp; But she, she wasn't...she pushed the thought into the back of her mind.\u0026nbsp; She could beat this. She had to.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Jessie's skull was molten glass, bent and shaped, and glowing white hot.\u0026nbsp; She could feel the moving bone beneath her fingers.\u0026nbsp; Her scalp curved backward, thicker and longer.\u0026nbsp; Regular ridges ran across it, all the way down to her cheekbones.\u0026nbsp; It formed a thick crest, altering her head into an inhumanly elongated shape, then joined her skin again at her neck.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Her colorless vision grew clearer and sharper.\u0026nbsp; She could feel the gentle vibrations within the echo chamber that her crest formed.\u0026nbsp; Her sight extended all around her.\u0026nbsp; It bothered her human mind, unused to seeing in such a full angle.\u0026nbsp; But when her head was no longer aching, it was as if she was granted a brief reprieve.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Jessie leaned her back against the bed.\u0026nbsp; Her hands reached for her arms and rubbed them.\u0026nbsp; Her skin was slick with a slimy secretion.\u0026nbsp; Gingerly, her claws wrapped around the mounds on her chest.\u0026nbsp; They were heavy; they filled up her unfamiliar hands and sagged around them.\u0026nbsp; A pleased clicking rose from the back of her throat.\u0026nbsp; Her flesh was cold and rubbery.\u0026nbsp; One claw prodded a nipple lightly.\u0026nbsp; The nipple pulsed, then spread open into a larger orifice.\u0026nbsp; The clicking grew faster when she pushed her claw into her open nipple.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Her jaw sat open.\u0026nbsp; Drool dripped over her lips.\u0026nbsp; Her nostrils flared.\u0026nbsp; The pizza hadn't been enough.\u0026nbsp; Her tongue unrolled from her mouth and she leaned forward.\u0026nbsp; Her claws scraped the box the pizza had come in into her lap.\u0026nbsp; The cardboard crumpled as she gripped it.\u0026nbsp; She pushed it into her mouth and began to eat.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; She tore through the cardboard box like an animal.\u0026nbsp; She didn't want to, but she couldn't stop herself.\u0026nbsp; Even if she could have cried, she wouldn't have.\u0026nbsp; She was growing numb to the horrors of her body.\u0026nbsp; Jessie the human felt weak and tired.\u0026nbsp; Jessie the beast was eager and hungry.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Both boxes disappeared down her throat, followed by the bottle of soda.\u0026nbsp; First she gulped it down in visibly large bulges that traveled along her elongated throat.\u0026nbsp; Then her jaws tore the plastic to shreds.\u0026nbsp; She swallowed that too.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Hunched over her suitcase, Jessie hunted for more food while gnawing on the edge of a cotton tee shirt.\u0026nbsp; A downward dagger stabbing its way out of her back made her drop the shirt and claw at the ground in pain.\u0026nbsp; Her muscles strained and pushed as new bone grew.\u0026nbsp; Her animal-like legs quivered, then dropped out from under her. She was left her on her side, squirming and snarling.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Summoning up her willpower, she raised herself up on one arm.\u0026nbsp; She reached behind her and grabbed the thick tail.\u0026nbsp; It wriggled on its own.\u0026nbsp; It was nervous just like she was.\u0026nbsp; It was slick and bulky and sinewy.\u0026nbsp; She could feel her back tensing and relaxing along with the muscles of her tail.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The tip of her tail was shaped like a club.\u0026nbsp; Her hand squeezed her tail.\u0026nbsp; The club separated and spread.\u0026nbsp; It was made of four prehensile nubs, with a sticky, slimy orifice between them.\u0026nbsp; The smell of the thick ooze burned in her nose.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Jessie retched.\u0026nbsp; Her stomach seized roughly.\u0026nbsp; It was as if her insides were being torn apart.\u0026nbsp; She clung to the floor as a large bulge rose up along her throat.\u0026nbsp; Her jaw was wide.\u0026nbsp; She gagged.\u0026nbsp; She could taste the blood and the stomach acid; the sickly dark, viscous fluid that dripped from her mouth.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; With a dull splat, her heart fell onto the floor.\u0026nbsp; She stared at the fatty, fist-sized lump of muscle.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; No, she thought.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Her nostrils twitched.\u0026nbsp; She could smell meat.\u0026nbsp; It was still warm.\u0026nbsp; Her tongue was sliding down toward the heart.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I can't, she thought.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The clicking rose up in the back of her throat.\u0026nbsp; Her tongue had touched it.\u0026nbsp; The taste was musky and warm and faintly like rust and the aftertaste of acid reflux.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; I don't want to, she thought.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Her fangs spread wider.\u0026nbsp; Her tail lashed behind her.\u0026nbsp; There were no more thoughts like those.\u0026nbsp; Her teeth tore into the meat.\u0026nbsp; She ate hungrily, digging her face against the enticing scent.\u0026nbsp; She had barely swallowed the last when another wave hit her.\u0026nbsp; Her spine bristled.\u0026nbsp; Her jaws were open wide.\u0026nbsp; She pushed as she felt the lump sliding up her esophagus.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Blood and other acrid fluids accompanied the wet thud of her liver falling onto the floor.\u0026nbsp; With dullness and certainty born from instinct, she ate.  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Pff, nahh, come on!\" Emily said.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; She giggled loudly as she walked down the row of doors.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Okay, okay, okay.\u0026nbsp; See you tomorrow, or today, whatever.\"  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Emily broke out into more giggling with her friend.\u0026nbsp; 'See you tomorrow' said at three in the morning was just hilarious if you were as drunk as they were.\u0026nbsp; She took a deep breath, ran her fingers through her hair, and dug the key from her purse.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Hey, Jessie, don't be naked,\" Emily said.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; She gave the door a loud knock before stuffing the key into the slot.\u0026nbsp; The door swung open.\u0026nbsp;   \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Emily felt as if a bucket of ice water had been dumped over her.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; There was a thing.\u0026nbsp; Its skin was blue and mottled and glossy with slime, like some sort of salamander's skin.\u0026nbsp; It was too spindly; its legs and arms and neck too long to be human.\u0026nbsp; Its eyeless face was spattered with deep red-brownish stains.\u0026nbsp; And it was female.\u0026nbsp; Mockingly female, as if it was making fun of the female form by its mere existence.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Emily was dumbstruck.\u0026nbsp; She had to be dreaming.\u0026nbsp; But there it was.\u0026nbsp; And it was turning toward her.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; It dropped the piece of meat in its mouth.\u0026nbsp; Emily's hands groped for the doorknob.\u0026nbsp; It sprung at her.\u0026nbsp; It slammed Emily hard into the door.\u0026nbsp; They toppled to the ground. Its long limbs were gripping her.\u0026nbsp; Its claws ripped at her skin and tore at her clothes.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Emily shook her body from side to side.\u0026nbsp; She had to get out.\u0026nbsp; She was trapped underneath the creature.\u0026nbsp; But she wasn't strong enough.\u0026nbsp; Drool was dripping onto her shoulder.\u0026nbsp; The cold, slick skin pressed against her own.\u0026nbsp; A hiss sounded next to her ear.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Emily screamed out loud.\u0026nbsp; Something wet, cold and thick rammed itself into her pussy.\u0026nbsp; She dared to glance over her shoulder, and saw the thing's tail buried between her legs.\u0026nbsp; She shuddered and her body jerked.\u0026nbsp; In the most base sense of the word, it was bringing her pleasure.\u0026nbsp; But she didn't want any of it.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; \"Help, someone!\" Emily cried.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Someone had to be awake in a room nearby.\u0026nbsp; They could call the police.\u0026nbsp; They'd save her.\u0026nbsp; She had to get saved.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The tail was driven deeper into her.\u0026nbsp; The creature's slime acted as a natural lubricant.\u0026nbsp; It lodged deep inside of her.\u0026nbsp; All the while, she was screaming, she was kicking, she was beating on the creature's chest and twisting away.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The club spread its appendages.\u0026nbsp; Emily's eyes watered.\u0026nbsp; Her voice was hoarse, but she still screamed.\u0026nbsp; The four nubs forced open her cervix.\u0026nbsp; The creature's tail was pulsing; it was tensing along its length.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; A flood began to rush into her.\u0026nbsp; Thick slime and small, wriggling things.\u0026nbsp; They came gushing into her womb.\u0026nbsp; Her stomach distended.\u0026nbsp; She could feel the motion of the living things inside of her.\u0026nbsp; She felt like she was going to throw up.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Emily's folds were turning blue like the alien creature's.\u0026nbsp; The blasting slime and larvae kept its rapid pace.\u0026nbsp; Her stomach was bigger by the minute.\u0026nbsp; It hung off her frame.\u0026nbsp; It was swollen, oversized, too big to be natural.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; A whimper left the back of Emily's throat.\u0026nbsp; Her eyes slowly glazed over.\u0026nbsp; A dull smile layered over her face.\u0026nbsp; She was going to be a mother.\u0026nbsp; Why shouldn't she be happy?  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; With a few final spurts of just the nutrient slime, the creature's tail slid out of Emily.\u0026nbsp; Her tongue was already growing longer.\u0026nbsp; Her short-clawed hands rested on her overly swollen stomach.\u0026nbsp; Her arms and legs felt tired, but she didn't mind.\u0026nbsp; She was made to incubate larvae.\u0026nbsp; She didn't need to be active.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Emily's lips closed around one of the creature's nipples.\u0026nbsp; She prodded it with her tongue until it widened.\u0026nbsp; Then she slid her tongue into the nipple and sucked.\u0026nbsp; She gulped down the gray sludge that oozed from its nipples.\u0026nbsp; The creature clicked quickly.\u0026nbsp; Emily responded with her own thankful clicks.  \n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Her eyes were already clouding over.\u0026nbsp; The cold, blue-mottled skin spread over her body.\u0026nbsp; Emily smiled as she let herself become a breeder.\u0026nbsp; She was safe.\u0026nbsp; The creature would protect her and bring her food.   \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Jessie was happy too.\u0026nbsp; There was a whole buffet of humans in the motel, enough for her to eat her fill and still have plenty left over to breed.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Her ovipositor flexed eagerly.\u0026nbsp; She left the swollen, changing girl sprawled on the floor.\u0026nbsp; She could hear voices in the rooms around her.\u0026nbsp; Drops of slime and saliva trailed behind her. The door came off its hinges as if tape had been holding it to the wall.\u0026nbsp; The cool, damp night air felt like home against her skin.  \n  \n\n"}