The Shapeshifter – Becoming their dream girl (FM) (Science fiction)

From what I’ve observed of human culture, having lived on Earth for the last few years, the things you imagine an alien species would want from Earth – water, minerals, oil etc – are actually the things that you would want from another planet. You fail to see past your own subjectivity and imagine that an alien species might think differently from you, act differently from you and, most importantly, want different things from you.

I suppose I should introduce myself but it can be difficult to introduce myself to Humans; my name can’t be spelled in any of your languages and I never look the same for more than a few hours. I belong to a species that comes from a planet very far from Earth, your primitive telescopes can’t even see it. While we return to our home planet every so often, we are primarily a nomadic tribe. We travel from place to place, looking for the energy that sustains us. You see, we find sustenance from the energy that many species, like humans, give off during sex. This energy has the effect on us that both food and drugs do for Humans – pleasure and survival. To this end, over billions of years of evolution, we have developed the ability to shapeshift at will. We read the mind of an individual, find out from their subconscious what are the qualities that really attract them, alter our appearance accordingly and fuck them to gather some of this energy. We usually refrain from taking the form of real people – celebrities, pornstars, your first crush, the girl at the office that you fancy – because that would draw too much attention and, as basically a parasitic species, it is best for us to move through life undetected. Instead we project the specific attributes you like, whether it be a hair style or colour, the shape of a nose, the size of tits, we can accommodate it all. We even have the ability to produce clothing so, if you happen to like high heels or summer dresses, we can match your deepest desires and kinks. Picture all those details that turn you on and that’s what I’d look like for you.

We need to have sex at least four times a day to keep ourselves in prime health. During the week, this can be difficult but, Friday and Saturday nights are perfect for us. I have a list of bars and nightclubs where I know there are a lot of horny guys who won’t believe their eyes when they see me.

Last Friday, I walked into a busy nightclub in my basic form, a fairly plain blonde woman, and started scanning the room. It had been a quiet week with very little sex so I was ravenous. After a few seconds, I spotted the first guy I wanted to fuck. This particular club was frequented by people from the local university and this guy looked like some kind of athlete – he was over 6’, had broad shoulders, curly brown hair, a strong jaw and, presumably, a six pack. I scanned his mind and quickly got a picture of what he liked. I went to the bathroom, hid in a stall and transformed myself. I exited the stall a few seconds later as a petite, Asian woman with jet black hair in a ponytail, large breasts and wearing thick-rimmed glasses, a leather jacket over a simple white t-shirt and a black, leather skirt. I got a confused look from a woman who was doing her makeup in the mirror when I exited the stall as she’d seen a completely different woman go in. Thankfully, people are usually drunk in nightclubs and dismiss things like this.

I exited the bathroom and went to order at the bar. The athlete noticed me within seconds. He had just seen the girl of his dreams manifest before his eyes.

He sidled over and stood next to me. He towered over me and I got the sense that he found height differences very attractive.

“Can I buy you a drink?” he asked.

“Why?” I quickly responded.

He became flustered immediately and started stammering.

“Well, I- uh- uh- find you very attractive,” he replied.

I usually don’t have the patience for small talk or flirting, especially when I was desperate as I was then, so I find this blunt approach works very well.

“And do you just want to buy me a drink?”

“What do you mean?” He looked bewildered.

“What do you really want to do?”

He laughed.

“Well, if I was the luckiest guy in the world, I’d want to take you back to my place.”

I grabbed his hand.

“Let’s go then, Mr Lucky.”

“Don’t you want to know my name or anything?”

“Nope, not really. How far is your place?”

He thought for a moment, “About twenty minutes.”

“Too far. Follow me.”

I led him outside. As we were leaving, he gave a goofy smile to the group of friends he was leaving inside.

I considered my usual fuck spots for when I’m in a hurry and decided on a nearby park. As we walked there, he continually tried to engage me in conversation, asking where I was from. To shut him up, I eventually stopped, turned around and pulled him down level to my face and made out with him with tongues. I got a little hit of the sexual energy I needed but it wasn’t nearly enough so I started rushing towards the park again.

A few minutes later we arrived and I decided that the woodland part at the back of the park would be ideal. Once we were out of sight of the nearby road, I dropped to my knees and unbuckled his belt. Now, I’ve seen a lot of cocks but the one that flopped out of his boxers was a monster and it wasn’t even fully hard yet. In this projection, my hands were tiny and I was able to wrap both of them around his cock. I started stroking him, all the while flicking my tongue against the head of his cock.

I looked up at him and he was in a state of bliss. This might be the best thing that ever happened to him.

As he got harder and I stroked him more and more, he gave off more of his energy and I started going feral. I was slobbering all over his cock, seeing how many inches I could take in at once.

I saw him eyeing my chest and, with his cock still in my mouth, I took off my jacket and removed my shirt and bra. I looked down at myself and saw I was covered in tattoos. He must have been really into them.

“Shit,” he moaned.

“Want to fuck me now?” I asked.

He nodded. Up until this point I had been in control, guiding the night, but he suddenly picked me up with his strong arms and held me against a tree. While holding me in his arms, he fucked me standing up. He was so turned down he was radiating energy and I was in a state of ecstasy. I looked down at my body and was amazed that it was able to take in such a large cock – sometimes I surprise even myself.

The first of my orgasms tore through me like a wave and I clenched tight on his cock which only encouraged him more. We were making so much noise that anyone in the park would hear us but neither of us seemed to care.

As strong as he was, I could sense his arms were getting tired of holding me. I told him to put me down and to lay on the ground. He did as I said and I lowered myself on his huge cock. This was the best fuck I’d had in weeks and it was satisfying me in every way.

As I rode him, he took hold of my breasts which were jiggling each time I bounced up and down on him. I sensed he wanted to get more up close and personal with them so I got off his cock and positioned myself to give him a titfuck. My huge boobs enveloped his cock and he started moaning more than any point that night. I knew he was going to cum soon and I persisted. He eventually managed to say, through his moans, “I’m gonna cum” and seconds later hot spurts of jizz covered my tits, face and hair.

I looked at his face and he looked as if he’d died and gone to heaven. I would have liked to have given a bit of an aftershow, maybe a round two, but this experience had only made my appetite worse and I couldn’t wait around for him to recover.

I leant in to kiss him, soaking up as much residual energy as I could, then stood up and disappeared into the trees, off in search of my next fuck.

TO BE CONTINUED

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/tsala5/the_shapeshifter_becoming_their_dream_girl_fm