###A story of love, alien invasions, and kinky futa sex. Okay, not much love. Mild body horror involved, but more transformation/impregnation and less chest bursting. I generally dislike gore/blood, this is all for fun. May or may not post updates as the wind decides. I welcome comments.
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Jaime growled in frustration at the insistent knock on her door. She’d just managed to strip out of her sweats and crawl beneath the covers ten minutes ago, but sleep did not appear to be in the cards. She swiped her glasses back onto her nose and rose to go open the door.
On the other side stood Miranda Savage, resident beauty and grade-A bitch. Grade-A everything, for that matter. Tall, with raven-black hair and toned curves that belonged on stage. The only consolation was that this was her senior year, so some other lucky girl would soon be crowned the new beauty queen. But no one would likely soon forget Miranda.
Jaime stared in rapt awe as Miranda’s pouty lips turned up in surprise, her heaving breasts barely held in check by a thin white cotton robe. The buxom beauty crossed her arms, causing her cleavage to swell. For a moment Jaime saw double, then she subconsciously squeezed her legs closed against the sudden wave of lust that flooded her and prayed that she wouldn’t drip on the floorboards.
Miranda’s flashing blue eyes did a quick top-to-bottom. “Didn’t take you as someone who slept *au naturel*,” she commented mildly.
“I’m … trying something different,” Jaime replied, finding the urge to cover herself slowly slipping away. Strange. She’d always been very modest, especially in front of men and girls that outclassed her. “Something I can help you with?”
“I was told you were going to fix our water problem,” Miranda said, locking eyes with Jaime. “I wanted to see how it was coming along, but if you’re just prancing around your room naked…”
Jaime’s thoughts had grown fuzzy. She was too busy concentrating on the promise of Miranda’s lips and the delicate flick of her articulate tongue. *God those eyes could make a woman crawl across broken glass…*
Miranda loudly snapped her fingers in the air an inch from Jaime’s nose. “Hey, are you drunk?”
“What?” Jaime blinked, startled. “No, I just … I called it in. To maintenance. I couldn’t find … the problem?” Her memory of the basement went briefly hazy, but then the feeling passed. In truth she hadn’t called maintenance yet. She’d planned on doing it when she woke up. Let the stuck up bitches go without hot water for 6 hours. For some it would be worse than a landing on Omaha Beach.
Miranda returned to her default scowl. “Well, whatever’s wrong with you, you need to snap to it. Some of us actually have lives. We need our water, today.”
Jaime felt a well of anger boil up within her. She swung the door open wider, taking a threatening step out into the hall towards Miranda. “Well, then maybe you should-”
*Go fuck yourself!* was what she almost said.
*Come in so I can fuck you!* was what she desperately wanted to say, her nipples tightening at the thought.
“…Go check the damn basement yourself!” was what she eventually settled on.
Miranda’s perfectly sculpted eyebrows shot upward. “So even Ms. Priss-in-Boots gets PMS. Who knew?” She’d never heard the mousy little RA raise her voice before. But after a long, lingering look that left Jaime flushed and nearly writhing, Miranda shrugged and turned to leave. But she couldn’t resist throwing a final barb over her shoulder. “You’d get laid more often if you took a weed-whacker to that thing.”
Jaime stood blinking at the far wall, her nipples crinkling in the cool air.
“I just haven’t had a reason to trim in a while, is all,” she replied lamely to the blank wall.
“Hey Jaime! Lookin’ good!” came a feminine catcall from down the hall, followed by a wolf whistle. Jaime slammed the door shut and dove back beneath the covers, her fingers diving between her legs.
*What the fuck is wrong with me?* She wondered to herself as her fingers worked her needy cunt into a froth. She’d never had bi tendencies before now. She would have remembered. She was on a strict hotdog only diet, no tacos *por favor y gracias*.
But now all she could think about was Miranda looking up at her with her gorgeous blue eyes as she slid her tongue along Jaime’s clit. Of Miranda pressing her down and lifting one of her long, toned legs and grinding her heated slit against Jaime’s own. Of Miranda pinning Jaime’s legs behind her head and sliding her foot-long cock into Jaime’s ass, causing her belly to distend as Miranda pumped her full of deliciously potent cum…
Her eyes snapped open. *Seriously, what the flying fuck is wrong with me?* Jaime thought, but her fingers only paused for a moment before continuing.
*Oh, fuck if it’s twisted, I just need to cum,* she thought, squeezing her eyes shut again as orgasm after orgasm rippled through her.
***
The viridian orb sat in a cleared corner of the basement, rotund and shot through with thin, translucent veins. It sloshed gently as water neared the rim, before spilling over onto the concrete floor. One drew back the tendril that had been acting as a pump, and slowly began closing the rent she had created in the water pipe below the building. It would not do to have any more local creatures come investigating the lack of water. So she had decided to build up a reserve, and to close the pipe. A shame that such a precious bounty must be walled off, but discretion was key, at least for the time being.
One retired to her hideaway on the ceiling near the stairwell, snuggled between a dense patch of fronds. She sent a tendril of thought out to her offspring implanted within the one called Jaimenorth. The bud responded, finding itself in a comfortable position to observe the creatures that walked the overworld. The nerve embedded deep within the specimen’s skull allowed her brood to watch with her eyes, to hear with her ears, and to translate it all with her mind. Then the seed lodged within the Jaimenorth’s womb conveyed that information back to One.
Many of female creatures appeared to be angry with the Jaimenorth, and for a moment One worried that she had chosen an unsuitable host for the first of her brood. But she decided that one could not choose their fate, and fate had delivered the Jaimenorth.
After a short while the tone of conversations between the specimens began to change. The return of the water was met with approval, and much gratitude towards the Jaimenorth. This confused the specimen, but a gentle probe to one or two portions of her brain and it was as if it had been the Jaimenorth’s doing all along. This change from hostility to gratitude pleased One. Her cover would be easier to hold this way, though she would need to crack open the pipe to replenish her water source every few days. Perhaps as the creatures were sleeping?
One watched patiently as the Jaimenorth went about her daily business, answering the complaints of her minions and dealing with trivialities. It seemed as if everyone who lived within the building stopped to knock on her door at one point or another throughout the day, eventually leading to the Jaimenorth throwing a large light-emitting metal construct at a subordinate’s head. She missed, thankfully. One warned her brood that the specimens above were to remain unharmed if at all possible, and her brood complied, injecting a small dose of muscle relaxant into the Jaimenorth’s bloodstream that caused her to take a two hour nap.
Many females occupied the nest above One’s den. Judging from the specimens on display, the Jaimenorth was an above average sample of her species. Yes, her breasts were disappointing and her belly remained nauseatingly flat, but with the exception of her weak eyes she appeared to be in perfect health. Her hips were of a pleasing width, and she possessed an excellent amount of muscle in her legs and torso. This would be critical later if she were to continue as the first of One’s broodbearers. Several of the specimens that lived above were sluggish and corpulent, and would likely do poorly as anything but incubators or spare biomass.
But the vast majority of the stock was young and wonderfully fertile. One had been particularly impressed by the Mirandasavage. Her pleasing countenance would enable her to draw swarms of lustful drones beneath One’s web of control, and her heavy breasts would be most productive. One was eager to conscript her as another broodbearer, just as she had with the Jaimenorth. Unfortunately, the obvious hostility between the two females would likely make such an encounter difficult to arrange. One decided to give it some more thought and to keep watch for any obvious openings.
Curiously, there were no males present within the domicile. She sensed that some had entered the building relatively recently in the past, but precisely how long ago she could not begin to guess. One desired a male specimen, to fully gather a genetic sampling of this species. She would also have to give some thought into how she might lure one to her den if none were forthcoming.
The Jaimenorth spent an inordinate amount of the day grooming. Was such a thing common for this species? It seemed incredibly wasteful. Her shower after her nap lasted far longer than was required to remove any dirt, and she spent nearly half of an hour in removing the ticklish fuzz that One had discovered protecting the Jaimenorth’s nether regions. One was sad to see it go. But the first of her brood reported that this would likely increase the chances of copulation, so she decided that it was a worthy trade.
And everywhere the Jaimenorth went she was inflamed with lust, the result of One’s brood tinkering with the hormone cocktail injected into the walls of her womb. When not actively working some complicated, clever task, the Jaimenorth’s fingers would inevitably find themselves buried deep between her vulva. She’d forgone those accursed panties this day, instead throwing on her sweats once more to wander the halls, which allowed her easy access whenever she had a moment alone. No one seemed to notice her attire, or rather they didn’t seem to care. Some girls wandered around in bras and denim garments that were little different from the panties in One’s mind. The concept of shame appeared to have a diminished effect when around specimens of the same sex, but it was not completely expunged.
Curiously, the Jaimenorth seemed hesitant to pleasure herself in the company of others. When another female hugged her for fixing the water problem, the Jaimenorth became aroused as their breasts were smushed together beneath the cotton garments. She quickly excused herself and found a bathroom stall in which to find release, planting her feet against the stall door and smothering her mouth with her free hand as her other pumped within her slit.
After the lunch hours, she was nearly caught in the stairwell as she brought herself to drooling orgasm, splashing the steps with her liquids. The females who came moments later were heard to be complaining of someone urinating on the stairs as the Jaimenorth fled to the roof.
During the dinner hours, the Jaimenorth snuck into the communal shower and locked herself within the small changing room. Another female currently engaged in the act of cleaning herself had left a small pile of soiled garments unattended. The Jaimenorth picked through the pile until she found a small white scrap of cotton. She buried her nose into the fabric, inhaling deeply and shuddering with pleasure. Then she ran the soiled undergarment across her tongue, tasting the other female’s flavor, before sliding the panties down her abdomen and rubbing them against her moist slit.
This allowed One’s brood to taste the unique signature of yet another of the building’s denizens. While not as informative as a direct neural link, the information conveyed was a welcome addition to the cornucopia of knowledge that One had already gathered on the species. This particular specimen appeared to be ovulating, causing One’s mandibles to rub together hungrily.
The Jaimenorth would have likely continued her masturbatory adventure, but she was interrupted by the unexpected return of the garments’ owner. Luckily the second female did not appear to notice her panties clenched in the Jaimenorth’s fist as the broodbearer fled.
All told, a very informative day.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/7351b2/the_invasion_of_alpha_sigma_sigma_pt3_ffffffscifi
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