The Entity was old. It was older than the idea of names and therefore had none. It existed and that was all it cared about. It had been trapped in a place beyond places, but at last it was free. It had no knowledge of how it came to be free once more, but it cared not. That it was free again after countless eons was knowledge enough.
It explored the new consciousness that it found itself inhabiting and discovered nothing. The being whose body it inhabited had no mind, no thoughts and no amount of prodding by the Entity could bring forth a response.
The Entity explored the host body of the being and found memories and a physical form. It was a human male. Not the best for its purposes but it would do for now. The Entity initiated changes. Rearrangements began in the reproductive centers.
The Entity accessed the memories and found much that it could use. However the host body was weak... too weak to be of much use. It needed to find a better host, one that was strong and vital. A female host would be best for its purposes. With a strong young female host it could begin.
This body was torpid, its muscles unused. The eyes had received no impulses in the short memory of the body. Its muscles had not moved for what the memories said was a long time. But this "long time" was but a blink for the Entity. It could afford to wait. It gathered its strength and started to build the nerve connections and muscle mass that it would need to find a new host.
The sack between its legs began to fill with seed. Seed that would contain the essence of the Entity. Seed that would be needed to secure a new host.
Soon it would control this entire host and then it would begin. With a new host... a female one... nothing could stop it. The Spawning would begin.
* * * *
Claire Howard sat in one of the two chairs in the private hospital room beside her father. It was late at night and she was sitting vigil on her father. She had been there ever since he had been brought here two weeks ago with only short breaks to go home and change. Her constant presence had become a feature that the night nurses had taken advantage of and she was seldom disturbed. The nurses relying on her to alert them of any problems and so far there hadn't been any.
She was conflicted with emotion. The insurance company had informed her that the money was running out. By the end of the week there had to be some sign of improvement in her father's condition or they would cease covering the hospital bills.
She was not a poor woman as she had access to her father's millions, but the cost of keeping his body alive was immense and as of Friday that cost would be born by her alone. Her mind told her to let go, but her heart wouldn't let her. He was her father for Christ-sakes!
The doctors had repeatedly told her that there was no hope. That he was brain dead and would never awaken from this coma. But still she held out. She had this idea that if she wanted it bad enough he would come back to her. She would do anything... pay any price... if only her father would wake up and say her name.
* * * *
The Entity was dismayed by how weak this host was. It cast its mind outward, seeking another, stronger being. It found one. And this new one was female... young... strong. The Entity could not have asked for a better host. It was time to act, before the strength of this weak host was all used up. It diverted blood flow to the necessary organs, felt them react. It was working.
* * * *
She thought she heard something other than the standard hiss, wheeze and pings from the machines and jerked her head up. There was no change. Her father lay there, flat on his back, eyes closed with respirator tubes shoved into his mouth, IV lines leading into his arms and wires from his head and chest trailing off to the bank of machines at the head of his bed.
There it was again. Claire noticed something this time. There was a movement beneath the sheets. She couldn't think of what might have caused it. She carefully pulled the sheets down to see what was going on. There was nothing there save for the naked form of her father.
As she looked she saw her father's penis twitch. It moved again. It seemed to be growing! She stood there in shock. She knew she should alert the doctors. It could mean that he was getting better.
* * * *
It was working! The female was aware of him. But she was preparing to flee. It must do more to keep her here as its mind sent out tendrils of force to wrap themselves around her own weaker mind. It gripped the female's mind tightly. It was too weak to keep the young girl frozen long. It attempted to access the memories of the female; perhaps there it would find something.
* * * *
She stared at her father's cock. She wanted to run, to get the doctors, but something kept her there. Looking. She watched the cock swell as blood rushed to it. With little jerks it grew and grew. As it filled, it twisted about, rising from its resting place between his legs and sliding along his thigh. The foreskin pulled back as his penis thickened, revealing the tip of his glans all wet and glossy.
Memories came flooding into Claire's mind. Things that happened long ago... Memories that she had long forgotten. Memories that had shaped her life...
* * * *
She was eighteen. She was on a double date with her best friend. She had no illusions that she would have gotten the date without Krissy's help. It was painfully obvious to the chubby girl that Krissy had only agreed to date Brad if he would supply a date for her friend. And so it went that Claire and her date Gordon were in the back seat of Brad's car with Krissy and Brad in the front.
They had been to see the new Stars Wars re-issue and had talked afterward about whether or not Gredo should have shot first. Claire had enjoyed herself and she really liked Gordon. He was quite handsome and seemed to like her. So when Brad had suggested parking in the Lions Valley Park parking lot (a notorious lover's lane), Claire was excited about the idea. She was a bit nervous, as at eighteen she was still a virgin and hoped that Gordon wouldn't want to do anything she wasn't prepared to do. But she was still excited by the prospect that Gordon might want to neck with her.
Brad parked the car at the end of the parking lot under the highway overpass. There were other cars in the lot, all of them parked away from each other to ensure the necessary privacy.
Claire saw Brad lean over and kiss Krissy and she melted into his arms. At the same time she felt Gordon's arm go around her shoulders and he pulled her close. His lips sought out hers and she relaxed against him surrendering her mouth to his. His lips were soft against hers and she felt his tongue part her lips and tentatively explore her mouth.
She was lost in emotion and hesitantly responded to him, moving her tongue to meet his in a light touch. Sensing her acceptance, his tongue became surer of itself and simultaneously she felt his free hand rise and cup her small breast. She stiffened momentarily, and then relaxed as he started to caress her.
Her nipple stiffened under his hand. She wasn't sure how to respond. How she was to indicate her arousal to him. Finally she placed her free hand on his hip and he shifted on the seat so that her hand dropped into his lap. His hand moved to fumble with the buttons of her blouse.
