CW: questionable consent; non-human; forced orgasms; transformation; slime; mind control; age gap; possession; living clothes; schoolgirl; age gap; cheating
There was no point denying it. Dayna was in heaven.
It just felt so
fucking good
.
She was a fly caught in a web - slime limbs stretched out across the space, between the untouched shelves on either side, fanning out to block up an entire corridor of the library - of course, this was in the part of the library no one bothered with, on a day no one would be stupid enough to come in here.
In the middle of it all, Dayna was choking on a globe of slime that insisted on fucking her throat like it was her pussy; her relaxed weekend-version of the school uniform was half-melted, eaten up by the acidic sting of the slime as it stripped her, seeping into her body and her mind.
Sonja - Talia - was a woman possessed; not only was Dayna giving her sustenance like no one else she had taken since coming back, she was also
willing
. She could see, even in shallow thoughts, how much Dayna had waited for this. She could see the way she'd fucked other men - including, hilariously, Willow's husband - to fill the hole Sonja had left in her from last time. That she had been unable to attain those same levels of pleasure, of
bliss
.
If that was not evidence of her power, of her purity, of her gift to humanity, she didn't know what
was
.
Dayna's eyes were rolling backwards each time Sonja threaded slime around her clit, or dove
deep
into her teenage cunt, stretching her most depraved areas, rubbing those spots within her no man could ever reach; kissing her cervix lovingly, licking her cunt from within, pushing the thinnest trickle of slime through the cervical wall into her womb. Sonja didn't even think it felt
good
to Dayna, but she knew that pleasure was mental - she adored the feeling of being taken, of having her body be tainted and owned by the slime.
Talia, stuck within Sonja's grasp, was experiencing something similar; since she'd began fucking Dayna, she could feel the slime drinking her pleasure in, feeding off it like a parasite. It was... sweet. Strong.
Delicious
. Inside the slime, her cells possessed and her mind unhinged, Talia came and came, over and over, between the she;ves and in the dusty dark.
Sonja wanted to do
more
. To reward Dayna for being so loyal, so obedient, so excited. So, she slid a finger-sized tendril into the girl's
other
hole, beneath her skirt. Memories popped up in Dayna's mind of her fucking Gabriel, Kat's ex-boyfriend, and how Gabriel would slip a finger into her tight ring - but never go any further.
Well, Sonja wanted to go further.
She stretched her hole a little, but not enough to evoke pain, before going
deeper
. Again, she kissed and licked Dayna's insides, making her writhe in the sticky web, unable to move; her legs pinned apart, her arms pulled up and out, her body encased in arms of slime that slowly ate away her clothing, titillating her little breasts and her lithe body.
Sonja went deeper, and deeper - she cleaned through Dayna's body, clearing the waste and turning it into energy, into warmth that spread through Dayna as her eyes rolled, and her body shook. Sonja had lost count of the orgasms this poor girl had experienced in the last half-hour or so, but it was easily in the double digits - likely into the thirties by now.
Sonja threaded herself through Dayna's slim form, filling her organs and making her swell; her stomach distended slightly, and though Dayna wasn't looking down, Talia could see the near physical shape snaking up through her body, pushing her skin up slightly. Sonja decided to push her, to
fill
her, and started to push ball after ball of slime into Dayna's holes. Both her arse and pussy received blob after blob of extra slime, each feeling to Dayna like a grotesque exaggeration of a cumload, splashing into her, filling her up.
Sonja was in her cells - in her
flesh
- and knew that she was able to influence change. Nothing impossible, and nothing painful, but she could definitely...
influence
Dayna's body one way or the other. What she decided to do, was to tell the cells that made up her organs, and her flesh, to
stretch
. To relax, and allow themselves to be pushed outwards as the teen's little belly was filled.
Her intestines and stomach were filled more and more with each pulse of slime being deposited in; her womb, too, felt full of hot, thick liquid that just got added to and added to and added to.
Dayna felt like she was going to burst - to explode; in pleasure, or
literally
, she didn't know. But, as her head lolled downwards, and she saw how her usually-tight, toned stomach was now a gurgling belly fit for a beer-guzzling man, she moaned. She was so
full
...
Sonja placed Talia's hand against Dayna's protruded belly, appreciating her work. This was a testament to how much the converted would allow. How
good
she was, and how those who recognised the pleasure that could be reached by her hand would stop at nothing to please her. It was inspiring. Moving, really.
Sofia took Dayna by the chin, pulling her back to reality enough for her eyes to focus on hers. Well, on Talia's. It didn't matter - so long as Sofia had her attention.
'Look at you,' Sofia said. Dayna's eyebrows lifted, as the gag in her throat slipped out, moving down her chest and joining the web around her tits. She gasped as she was allowed to breathe air for a moment, before Sofia leaned in and kissed her. Together, they moaned and Dayna's eyes rolled right back into her head, until Sofia pulled back - only, as her tongue left Dayna's mouth, it was followed by another tendril.
One that was reaching up, from within. One that had snaked through her entire being, entering her from behind, filling her up full, before poking out from between her lips. It followed Sonja, about a centimetre from
her
lips, like a snake watching its charmer.
'You're mine, aren't you.'
Dayna nodded, as another orgasm shuddered through her; her hands gripped tendrils that slipped between her fingers; her toes curled as her limbs flexed. She came, and Sonja drank it in.
'You're mine...'
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