The endless minutes of geometry class crawled slowly by. My name is Jennifer Hooper and I am a senior at Riverbrook High in sleepy little town of same name. Blonde and bubbly, friendly and enthusiastic, one of the prettiest girls in the school. I seemed like an ordinary American teen but secretly I am the most important human alive. I might be the most important person ever. At the same time I am nothing at all. I have two secrets. The first is that a week ago I made first contact with alien life. The second secret is that the alien hasn't left.
My train of thought abruptly derailed as Master ate my liver and I came hard, my fingernails digging into the edge of my desk as my body shuddered. The organ's functions had been either assimilated or judged redundant and so the growing slug in my belly eliminated it, taking its nutrients to continue its own growth. I felt every bit of pain the searing agony of being devoured from within but my rewired brain fed the impulses into a pleasure feedback loop. *I'm being eaten. I'm being eaten.* I thought like a mantra as I rode the waves of a full body orgasm.
My pussy had been wet ever since the hot alien slug had slid up it, but I felt it gush freely, soaking my panties and jean shorts, leaving a wet spot of girl cum on my seat. When my liver went if was with the sound of the world's worst stomach growl and Tracy, the cute curly haired brunette seated beside me gave me a quick look of disgust.
I smile lazily at her, my eyes devouring her teenage body, especially lingering on the way her chest filled out her top. My grin turned vicious as the naked lust in my gaze made Tracy blush and look quickly away. *Take Her. Her form is much like yours and will attract hosts easily. *
I smiled at hearing my Master's command and my first children squirmed eagerly in my repurposed womb, ready to take their own hosts. First taking their minds. Making them willing accomplices like me. Then slowly eating their human host from within. I knew the horror of what was happening to me. Eventually I would be gone, hopefully sooner than later, just a skin suit with an alien slug inside, pretending to be me, infesting more humans until there was no more us and only them. The thought was enough to bring me to another climax. I can't fucking wait to feel what it feels like to have my brain eaten.
I wasn't just willing to spread the infestation, I was eager. All my youthful enthusiasm and energy directed to supporting the hidden alien invasion. My nubile body a tool to seduce, ready to slide slugs into their attractive young human hosts. I found uninfected humans hot. I want them to fuck the alien slugs from me. It would give me a thrill to watch the beautiful, virginal young women I infected get fucked by some cock. Or whatever sex is like for this infestation.*
Master took over my entire being and sent waves of pleasure coursing through me as my desires merged with his intentions for the alien invasion, turning my body into an extension of its own desires. My body had become a whore to be used for his purpose and for no other reason. As soon as he could control it again, he would start planting seeds of infestation, starting with Tracy before moving on to other girls in school and others in town until every human in town was secretly infested with his alien seed of destruction.
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Babble chatter erupted around me as I stood up from class feeling refreshed, as if I hadn't even come close to touching my limit. The alien parasite had treated me well today--as well as any parasitic infection could treat any host--and it had left me with a clear head and an eagerness for more food so as soon as class ended I headed straight for the cafeteria for lunch. After a shockingly large lunch, I was eating for two dozen or so after all, I headed for the Music room. Tracy was my prey and I knew her habits. She had special permission from the music teacher to practice guitar and this was the perfect opportunity to catch the attractive brunette alone. I crept inside and locked the door, smiling as I heard my target plucking away at strings.
"Tracy? Can we talk?" I asked politely as she stopped playing after a few minutes and turned to face me. She had on a short denim skirt and a tight blue tank top that showed off her best assets: her flat stomach and perky breasts, but she also had on makeup that would have been enough to make any self-respecting lesbian swoon.
"Who's there?" she asked nervously before turning back to her guitar, grabbing it by its neck like it was a weapon she wanted to use on me if she could.
"It's just me, Jen" I said casually before putting on a smile that made it clear I wasn't here for trouble. "I'm sorry about earlier."
"Yeah..." She said tentatively. "Uhh, for what?"
"You saw me looking at you." My voice grew a bit lower, "You saw that I... desire you."
"You're kidding right?" She asked incredulously as she tried to play some more music but her fingers weren't cooperating. "What are you--a pervert?"
"I'm not. Just try to imagine our bodies together, our mouths and fingers all over, such pleasure we could share." Jen urged, putting influence into her words while she watched Tracy's reaction carefully. While I couldn't directly control humans a combination of modified hormones and psychic influence served to make my chosen victim's more docile as I manipulated their own body's sex drive to infest them. I smiled knowing that she was already getting very hot from what I was saying and that her nipples were hardening under her thin top. Soon her thinking and judgement would be so compromised that I could, and would, do anything to her.
"You're kidding right?" The young woman asked again, this time with a little more defiance in her tone. "There's no way you could want me that way."
"You so attractive. I've had a crush on you for so long" Jen husked before pouting and standing before Tracy. "You can't imagine how I want you to kiss these soft lips. I wish that you wanted to suck on these perfect little nipples. I wish that you wanted to lick this wet little pussy."
