0 comments/ 9260 views/ 15 favorites The Pleasure of being Emily Pt. 01 By: IAmControl A story dedicated to Mesmeri, my Literotica inspiration. May those ficticious girls never have a free will, and may many mind-control fetishees come you your stories. ;) Not relevant, but still good. Thank you Literotics for being awesome! ***** He slid the needle gently and precisely into the bare exposed skin of her right breast with the recision of a skilled surgeon and pressed the cap all the way to empty. After a moment the skin of her bust seemed to ripple, prickle, as though a cold breeze has brushed over it. Her nipple hardened, standing to attention. Moving around to her other side he picked up a second syringe and checked for air. Bending, he lined up the razor sharp tip with her soft, pristine skin and inserted it. His movements were slow, methodical. His guide was unwavering. He clearly knew what he was doing. He injected the clear liquid into her breast and it too rippled, firming. Returning the needle to the surgical table on which the naked and unconscious woman lay, with one gloved hand he felt the breast. Feeling it just as a doctor would check for lumps, he probed the mound gently. Soft squeezes, slight tugs, he felt the entirety of her breast until he was certain it was as it should be. Satisfied, he returned to the first side and repeated the process. When he was happy he straightened up and turned to a tray behind him on which a further eighteen identical syringes lay in painstakingly precise order. Picking up the first he ejected any air from the needle and located the spot, which was just under her ribcage and closer to her central line, right below the sternum. Using one gloved finger as a steady he slid the needle into her flesh and emptied the contents. Again, her skin in the immediate area prickled, becoming hyper-sensitive. With a rather loud sound the door in the far wall opened and in stepped a man in a black suit. The suit, far from being classy, was merely a white shirt, black tie, jacket and trousers. The odd thing about him was that none of his clothes seemed to fit. Indeed, it was as though the suit had been tailored a few sizes too large for him. Apparently he didn't mind at all, however, as he entered the room. Without introducing himself or waiting for the man to turn, he spoke. 'The master wishes to know when she will be ready.' Still without turning and whilst finding and injecting her in another spot, the syringe wielding man replied, 'Ten. Be ready.' Without any further exchange the man left, shutting the door and leaving the strange doctor to his work. The doctor was a stark opposite to the rather shabby, ill-fitting suited man. Where his clothes were rough and baggy, the doctor's were immaculate. A pristine white shirt, under-jacket, fob watch, cufflinks and eyepiece adorned his upper half, while fitting pants and endlessly polished dress shoes occupied his feet and legs. His hair was short and clean. While old fashioned, he embodied quite the image of a true doctor's image. With an idle itch at his lower regions that somehow belied his careful and precise manner, he moved lower. By now he had ten syringes left. With a mumble he lined up his next entry point - about half way between the centre of the girl's upper thigh and her private parts in the solid flesh of the massive leg muscles, just below her hips. Finding the spot in the sensitive area of her inner thigh he pricked the needle home and loosed the contents. As the sharp metal entered her, a tiny muscle in her face twinged and her head moved ever so slightly. Immediately noticing this he snapped to look at her, errantly scratching at his groin as he did so. Sensing that he had little time left, he prepared another syringe. Emily was dreaming. She was dreaming that she was a powerful super hero, a magic-wielding, futuristic space-girl with technology and powers Earth had never seen. She was a force to be reckoned with and she defended the planet from the evil that beseeched it. At the moment she was facing a rather nasty, twelve foot high monster from a distant world that used mind control to subdue it's prey. She had observed earlier as it shot a volley of it's tiny, needle thin darts from one of it's many tentacles, a woman she had been trying to save was struck almost fourteen times all over her body. Freezing, she almost immediately collapsed to the ground. Emily tried to help but another volley shot from a speeding limb and nearly caught her, two of the razor like darts piercing her tight suit and passing clean through the fabric. Had her arm been a millimetre higher or lower she would have been done for. The woman, now lying motionless on the ground, began to writhe. Rather, she began to squirm, arching her back and pushing her hips up. Her hands travelled up her body and grasped her breasts, blissfully ignorant of the thin needle like darts sticking from one of them. She massaged her chest, her legs squeezed together and her butt pushed out. The woman let out a scream, except to Emily it sounded more like a moan, and her struggles grew more frantic. Emily was saved the hardship of seeing the full outcome of the dart's effect as a giant purple member slammed to the ground in front of her, right near the woman. As for the woman, a smaller tentacle like arm simply emerged from the side of the larger limb, growing like a tree's root in high-speed. It wrapped itself around her several times before lifting her up. The woman never noticed, her hands now both pressed between her legs. She was pulled back into the limb which simple enveloped her like a spoon into jelly and like that she was gone. The creature let out an unearthly moan and Emily ran. Emily ran through the backstreets for what seemed like an hour. Finally she came to what looked like a safe exit. She hoped that perhaps she could get behind the creature and find a weak spot. Emily tried not to notice the dampening patch i her super tight shock proof panties or a strange animal attraction to it's big, hard members. Shaking her head she pressed the side of her neck to release an agent directly into her bloodstream to fight the venom. It must have clipper her skin when the darts snagged her suit. For a fleeting moment Emily wished she was wearing no suit, nothing at all, so she could let the creature have her in all her naked- Emily violently knocked on the side of her helmet with her gloved hand. As she ran out into the open she was confronted with the creature bearing down on her. A tingle shot from her nether region through her body. Her anti-invasion virus apparently wasn't working. Either that or the venom the creature secreted on it's debilitating darts wasn't anything cellular that could be fought with incredibly technologically advanced anti-bodies. Without a moment's warning the creature swung a limb. Emily rolled with the speed of a startled fox, but immediately knew something was wrong. She looked to her arm to see a long, thing needle sticking directly out of her arm. She tore it out, ignoring the warnings in her visor. She looked down and saw another in her leg. Her chances were worryingly low now. Looking up she was just in time to see the creature swing again. There was nothing she could do. Over twenty tiny razor sharp needles penetrated her body all over, piercing right through her tough suit like a knife through warm butter. Emily staggered. Her body was washed over with a simply irresistable wave of incredibly arousing submission. She was driven to her knees, her arms and head drooping. Another wave assaulted her and by now she was completely defenseless. She slumped to the ground, not even feeling her boobs get pushed by her weight into the rough asphalt or her helmet crack sharply on the hard ground. Her hands travelled down her tightly fitting suit, sliding over her sumptuous body and between her legs where they scratched and pushed at the material, begging, dying to be closer, to enter her. Her muscles contracted and relaxed, stimulating her, and all the while her mind was in a real of bliss. Pure, inexplicable bliss. Her naked body floated on clouds, held by nothing yet caressed softly by a million soft hands. Her body was pleasured, relaxed, pleased. She was so, so happy. She never wanted to leave. Around her, in every direction, others floated. Men, women, all surrounded by ghostly hands and, she could tell by the connection between them, all in bliss equal to hers. This world seemed so right, so irresistibly right. It didn't matter that she dwelled in the mind of the beast, that her body would probably be digested and gone forever. She lived here now. Telepathically linked to all the others. As she looked around she saw that, high above her, others - people who had been taken first, she realised - were floating up to where thousands of purple tubes hung from the cloud ceiling. As she watched, and as non-existent fingers entered her pussy, she saw a woman meet a tube. it lowered slightly in readiness for her. It met her body, connecting with the woman's groin, and instantly sucked onto her. The head that touched her nether lips expanded, enveloping her crotch, and the tube began to gently throb. It expanded further and despite the fact that Emily couldn't see what was happening, she knew the tube was filling her up, her every corner being occupied by it. It didn't stop there, growing into her skin itself. Externally, the tube expanded across her waist, a tendril running like warm milk down between her legs further and found her pucker. The moment it met the orifice it rolled in, expanding in a second, pumping her full. More tubes began to contact her, finding her breasts, her body. By the time the woman dissapeared into the cloud ceiling, her entire butt and stomach, half her legs and her upper half were engulfed in the purple being. Only her hands, legs and head were left. Emily knew that wouldn't be for long. As the woman was taken her mind was washed with a thick cloud of pleasure and bliss and she found it hard to remain concentrated on anything. She wanted to badly to let the beautiful sensations take her, to transcend the boring, primitive reality humanity offered her. Yet somehow she couldn't. She still felt the tiny stings of the darts in her, still felt the tight uniform. Another wave, stronger this time, washed through her and her body pulsed with it. But still she held on. The ghostly hands, some she could now identify as more than hands, some slippery tentacles, some strange limbs she didn't recognise but knew were arms of some intelligent creatures the being had taken before her, caressed her and penetrated her. There were three dripping, worming limbs in her pussy. A buzzing, warm tentacle and three fingers in her rear and her mouth was being cleaned thoroughly by a long blue tongue which had three smaller endings, each circling her cheeks and throat. Her breasts were massaged by countless hands. But somehow, she still held on. A tiny piece of her remained. Then, she felt herself rising. She had been for a while but only noticed it now. She was alarmingly close to the ceiling of tubes. She made to struggle, to scream, but her mouth was full of the soft and oh so sweet tongue and her body was immobile. She could only watch as she met the tubes. Just in range of her view she could see the lowest of them was right in line of her pussy. As it came close the hands and limbs left her, making her feel empty. This was expelled however when the purple tube touched her. Electricity shot through her and she felt a dry orgasm silently rack her. It was made only more arousing by the fact that she couldn't move or make noise. The tongue seemed to be so far into her that breathing or speaking were impossible. It was deep in her, silencing her. Looking down the tube was spreading over her pussy with what she could only feel as pure, physical, embodied arousal. She came and came as it filled her, stretching her to her fullest. It spread, smearing it's raw sexual desire across her as thick and real as warm wax. As more tubes came to meet her, and her body was engulfed in the bliss, Emily finally let herself go. She was taken fully, and for the briefest of moments, she felt, for the first time, the most true, complete, whole bliss she could know. It transcended physical, mental or spiritual. And then there was nothing. 'She is ready.' He announced to no one. Turning, he wheeled his tray to the side and stood stiffly by it. The naked girl on the table twitched again. She was awakening. As Emily groggily began to return to reality, the ground below her pristinely cleaned stainless steel table began to shimmer. Through the grates evenly spaced in the ground, something began to emerge. First from one grate, then more, a purple liquid began to roll. Like water flowing down a drain, but in reverse, it ran up and across the spotless floor. More tendrils emerged, running to a spot at the foot of her table. The liquid congealed there, solidifying, becoming something. At first, it formed a small mound, with little lumps circling the formation. Then, what looked like five distinct extremities appeared. Soon the shape of a woman, tall, slender, with very, very large breasts and ass was visible, albeit a completely purple shape of one. Even her hair, as thin as human hair, was there, thin strands of purple waving about her. Finally, the purple colour quickly disintegrated into her body, leaving, standing at the foot of the girl's table, a stark naked female human. Her features were flawless, with flowing hair that seemed to change colour from blonde to brunette to dark as she waved it, to her exquisitely defined nose, cheeks, lips, eyes and jaw. Her breasts were massive, standing proud and erect in front of her, giant balloons of hidden pleasures. Her stomach, full figured, not fat, not thin, perfectly replicated. Even her belly button was sexy. Her legs were long and thin, while equally strong and powerful. She stood there, hands by her sides, head up and back straight, emitting a power that made the room seem to visibly darken just by her presence. Emily was awake now, though still very groggy. She had been awoken from her strange dream not to find her bed at home, one hand clutching her pillows, the other a vibrating dildo her older friend had got her which she treasured, but in a room that was alien to her. The itch of her pubic hair, which was the reason she woke up at all, seemed to be just out of her reach. Unsure as to why, she tried to look down, lifting her head. It took her a lot longer than usual to focus and keep it straight enough to see her body, and from what details she could make out her body - naked, lying flat somewhere - was strapped to a table. Her hand couldn't reach her itch because it was held down by velcro straps. Her legs, too, and midriff. She was strapped down. Starting to worry now, she took in the girl at the end of her bed, or, table, as it were. Realising with a start that she was naked - and damn fine, too - Emily began to attempt some kind of primitive thought. The woman saved her from the need, however. 'Emily Whisson. Human, 24. Female. Breast size, 34 D. Waist size, 26. Height 6'. Weight 65 kg. Body mass 213. Identification tag, waiter. These are your human designations.' The woman spoke with a voice that was like the softest of silk, but Which carried a sharp edge below the strands. 'Y.. Yes..?' Emily mumbled, regaining her speech. Moving only now for the first time, the unearthly woman came to the end of the bed. 'By your human standards you are useless to me. But your physical being is of much higher importance. You will be used to strengthen my presence on Earth.' Emily blinked. 'Sorry, who are you?' 'Designation is irrelevant Emily Whisson. You no longer have identity from this moment forward and neither does any other object you observe. Your body is ideal for hybrid recreation. You will be used to strengthen my presence on Earth. Prepare.' 'Wait, wait,' Emily stuttered, 'What? What are you talking about, presence? Earth? Cassy, is this a prank?' She said, more energy returning to her. She tried to rise but couldn't. The woman moved with insane speed, her hand flicking up and directly into Emily. She smiply speared her hand, which melted and moulded into a single purple mass, directly inside Emily. Emily jolted on the table quite harshly. Stunned, her eyes glazed over. She stared at the woman who casually strode around to Emily's side so she could see. Her hand, now a liquid purple line from Emily's groin up to the woman's shoulder, pulsing gently inside her. Emily looked up at the massive busted woman in shock, her thoughts starting but never finishing, her mind fogging over. 'Rejoice, female. Your genetic distinctiveness shall be a part of every hybrid to come. You will be the bringer of a new age on Earth!' the woman cried. Her body shimmered, turning slightly translucent, showing her glowing inside, a glowing, pulsing mass of purple light, as her head went back. Her arm, the semi-liquid line connecting her to Emily's pussy, pulsed, growing and shrinking rhythmically. It picked up a dramatic pace, fastening. Emily's head fell back, her mouth opening. Conciousness was lost now, her mind gone, absorbed into the all powerful being. Her entire body relaxed. She was now, as the woman had said, nothing more than a vessel, a carrier for generations. She was prepared. The woman's human features disappeared, melting, loosing shape. She moved onto Emily, pouring on the spot from her standing position to Emily's body. Her being covered Emily, running over every inch of her naked body. A moan filled the air, an animal, sexual moan that was both Emily's and not. Around the room, the Doctor, plus the ill-fitting man echoed the cries, sinking to their knees, their clothes disintegrating as their sexual organs, now seen to be enveloped in a purple body, began to pulse. The woman poured into Emily, into every orifice she had. When the being had no entries left she made more, using the soft spots her watered down essence had prepared for her earlier. She enveloped Emily, consuming her. And then, in an instant, as Emily's back arched and every muscle tensed, it was gone. All the purple had flowed into her and she looked fuller, fatter, as though empty space had been occupied yet somehow she was not any larger. For what seemed like forever, nothing happened. Then, Emily opened an eye. Then two. Purple eyes. Eyes that glowed, eyes that pulsed, eyes that hypnotised. Her arms, stronger than an olympic wrestler but not visibly any larger, tensed and she tore the straps with ease. Her body emitted a glow, her skin prickled and her breasts, more plump and full than before, hung before her as she sat up. Not even noticing the straps, which gave her no resistance, she swung her legs off the bed. Standing she took a breath in and let it out again with a soft vocal noise that was both hers and not hers. She looked around - at the prone figures of the doctor and the assistant, lying unconscious, their crotches covered with the purple being. She could feel them, feel their cocks, hard and solid, inside her. She understood that she was the purple and so were they, and hence they were one. She also knew she was superior. She closed her eyes and felt. Felt the people in the building. So many floors. Men, women. All of them hers. She felt the combined sensations of their pussies, cocks, breasts, all being stimulated as one. She could feel them as though they were her own. She liked it. Turning, She looked to the open door. A woman had entered the old hospital in which she had been created here. The receptionist would direct them to her office. As she did so, the receptionist paused briefly, grasping the counter tightly, a moan squashed between her teeth as her crotch, full of Her essence, pulsed, as her mind was cleansed with blissful arousal, as orgasm after orgasm assaulted her body. The Pleasure of being Emily Pt. 01 Emily. That was her name. No. Wait. She was not human. But if not human, why the body? Why this body? She mused. Ah, yes. The woman. The purple. Assimilated, to be used as a womb for hybrids between human and whatever this creature was. But why was she here? Why was she in control? Why was her body not full of the essence, her human reproductive system, hybridising and birthing hundreds of half breeds? Had she won out? No, she was the creature but she was also her. What then? Emily, neither human nor alien, decided that she would explore her new life with the couple that had just entered the building. They too would know the pleasure of being Emily. Other questions could come later. Deep underground, in the basement, the large room was almost full of purple. The being's entire physical presence existed here. Only the doorway was free, a dent in his form allowed for his servants to enter. His godly mass pulsed. The tiny portion of himself he had sent through the building's vents had not entirely succeeded, or more so, he had not had the desired affect on her. The human was surprisingly resilient, he mused. She was supposed to be cleansed, removed of any humanity, merely a vessel for him to utilise, to create spawn that was part him and part human. He would assimilate the puny planet and make it wholly his. However, the human girl's powers had now been multiplied a thousand-fold. She was part of him, and as such, his subject, and yet her individuality made her unique, unpredictable. She had him in her and yet was not him. Likewise, he was her but could not directly be her. This puzzled him but was of little concern. She will still be mine. No human is able to resist me. She will be a curious experiment to study. She will make an excellent spawn. The great being returned his undefinable thought power to greater subjects, awaiting his grand Awakening, an awakening to a world all of his own. He would have this curious human uniqueness and their distinctiveness at his disposal. Until then, he would remain in this petty physical world, connected to his subjects by the myriad tubes leading every direction from his basement, attached to patients, staff and visitors. He owned this hospital, and would soon own the world. In her office, as she filled the couple with Her essence, assimilating their minds and bodies, and in his basement, his great unimaginable being, unknown to either, both beings laughed in unisen. TO BE CONTINUED. The Pleasure of being Emily Pt. 02 Contact The alien tube snaked up the winding myriad of pipelines and vents, up floors and shafts. Eventually it exited the wall cavity at a small grate in the floor below a patient bed. This level of the hospital still functioned relatively normally, with patients and nurses in most of the rooms. It was wanted this way, as this was where any newcomers would go. The tube led out of the grate and snaked across the floor to one of the bed legs that covered the exit point. It climbed up the inside where it traveled across the underside of the mattress. Finding a spot a little under the middle, it penetrated the mattress, simply sliding through the material. The patient above, resting after having another fit, didn't notice it until it was too late. The tube exited the fabric and contacted the man's body. Immediately, little branches speared off, covering his lower body, while the main stem of purple extremity snaked up his crotch between his legs and pooled around his reproductive organs. It literally pooled, too - spreading out like water in a pond around the man's now growing member - before it simply took the pole. It grew around it, running like water in reverse, sliding and rolling all over it, covering it. After a moment, it solidified, becoming a purple mass enveloping his manhood, a smooth purple lump encasing the whole of his crotch. The man's breathing slowed, tensed muscles relaxed. The creature, pouring it's essence into him, cured his disease while it occupied his mind. The man began to dream, dream of floating naked in a world of bliss, held by nothing while ghostly hands caressed his body and pleasured him beyond anything he'd felt before... Emily was resting. She had explored her new home, this hospital, and had had a lot of fun experimenting with her new powers. She was a god. She could become anyone, make them hers. She was unstoppable. At the moment, Emily was happily snoozing in an empty ward, her body tingling and bristling with the ghostly sensations of the hundreds of people in her hospital. She dreamed, dreamed of all the people she had become, all the pleasure she was creating and absorbing. Countless men and women, all connected, all with their purple tubes snaking from their nether regions, running across the floor and down, down, down to where her embodiment really was... Emily woke up. She sat up, confused. Her dream had been of the people in the hospital, those she knew were real. She also knew that she was the embodiment she saw at the end. She was real. But that was not her. She was here, she was human - at least, her physical representation was. But how was she here, a naked human in a bed, but also deep down, below her, a massive being of pure unearthly power? She had to know. But first, to feed. Her human form needed human sustenance, more so than what her unreal powers could sustain. She knew exactly where she could go. Emily was admitted to the local hospital after a fall from a tree left her unconscious for longer than she should have been. While there were no real visible problems her girlfriend, who was with her at the time, suspected something was wrong and rushed her there immediately. She stayed for hours, before closing time came and she was forced to leave. Since then, she stayed home, looking after the house and worrying. It had been five days now and no word from Emily yet. Emily was hot. Really hot. At 24 she was cute, sexy and had a full figure. Almost 6 feet high she struck any woman down with her looks, quiet, shy cuteness and sexy curves. She was modest, smart, and wise with what she did. Emily knew how to have a good time - quite often Saturday nights would see her and her best friends at or hosting parties, having fun and getting wild, while during the week she learned, worked and improved herself. She was quite truthfully, a role model for her friends, though they'd never say as much. Her admittance to the hospital spelled a full stop for her. In the middle of so many projects and charging through life, one ordinary day climbing a tree for a kid's kite saw her take a nasty fall and end up needing care. She spent three days being closely monitored before she was moved to recovery. It was while there that she was again relocated, though this time she had not been notified of such a move. She was taken into a lift which seemed to go a long way without stopping. The men who were transporting her, dressed not in hospital gowns but rather suits and older-fashioned clothing, stood around her with unerring stillness. As her worry climbed up her throat and she began to think of escape, one of them, an immaculately dressed man with a chain on his jacket leaned over her and placed his hand over her face and the world was no more. Deep under the hospital in rooms and levels long disused, a great being stirred. Within his heart he knew his full presence would soon awaken, that his hibernation would not stay. Soon he would need enough subjects to hold back those that opposed him while he assessed and assimilated the puny blood and bone people. As present the great being was running on 1%. A shadow of his true intelligence was all he used to keep his essence going, but little more. His subjects, their raw emotional energy fuelling him enough to stay solid in this world, their primitive sexual desires and physical sensations serving to some petty degree as his own, kept his minute intellect functioning. But it was not to last. He needed the entire building. He needed more. He needed countries. With a great groan that only his kind would understand as such, the being did the equivalent of a large stretch. Slowly, precisely, he began to emerge from his mental slumber. The glow in his centre pulsed, brighter and quicker. Upstairs, Emily was exploring her body, marvelling at how she could stretch her skin and pull away flesh and it would simply rematerialise, growing back in moments. When she returned the removed chunks to herself they would simply mould into her, dissolving. She marvelled, intrigued at the powers she had gained the day her and the unearthly being became one. Emily was still not sure as to why the woman had chosen her, specifically, for the role she was meant to be playing. Nor was she sure what would happen when she was not put to her intended use. Emily paused for a moment. Intended use? If the woman had wanted her to be a birthing vessel for hybrids, hybrids between what? Human, of course, but what was the other? Whatever alien being the creature was? And why would the woman simply merge with Emily as she did when she could have done as Emily had been doing all morning, following her primal instincts, feasting on the pleasure and submission of others. In fact while she was at it, she questioned why she was doing this to these people. They had done nothing to her and yet here she was, pulling them in, absorbing their essences, their uniqueness, feasting like a wild animal on a rare carcass. And in the end that was all Emily could compare it to - the primal instincts of her nature, the overwhelming need to eat, sleep, and reproduce. Although, while that was the closest comparison, it wasn't exactly what she was doing. She was, in some way, doing all three in one when she assimilated others - their personality, their emotions, their sensations becoming hers, strengthening her and feeding her. It was like she was eating, sleeping and making sweet sweet love all at once. Emily was roused from her revelry by a wave of nostalgia. She sank to her knees, hands gripping her head. She felt as though her mind was being grasped from within. Ghostly fingers slipped and slid over her and her mind and body were forced into submission. There was no arguing, no questioning. The force that overcame her didn't command respect, it was it. She never even had time or energy to resist. And then, like that, it was gone. She was back again, the swirling fog around her gone. She looked down, at the naked human she was. Saw cuts and gashes where she had unknowingly torn at herself. Confused, she stood, but no more dizziness came. Her woulds zipping shut like tent doors, she returned to the bed in her room and rested, letting her instincts guide her for now. As Emily slept, her body changed. From her arms and legs sprouted tiny strings, streams that ran off her bed and spread across the floor. Purple lines snaked away from her as though her body was leaking the stuff. One such trail snaked under the door to her office, out into a hallway. Emily, for some reason she did not yet understand, had chosen to reside on the upper levels of the hospital, where business still went on. Here in the hallway the small flowing line of hybrid human and alien essence found another doorway marked with "STAFF. KEEP OUT." The stream flowed in, microscopic to a human eye but teeming with inhuman power. On the other side of the door it found two women, chatting idly. As one got up to leave, not noticing the purple line which looked nothing more than cracks in the tile, the other sat back, closing her eyes as she smoked. She was lounging on the couch, relaxing under a "no smoking sign" and had her feet up on the coffee table in a very un-lady-like way. The stream was up the couch leg and across to her in moments, fresh blood detected. It ran across the dirty fabric and found the warm threads of clothing. As though it wasn't there, it simply went through it, soaking through the cloth of her skirt. It was met on the other side by bare skin. Contact. Vanessa Lockleys was finishing her cigarette if it was the last damn thing she did. 'Fuck rules,' she silently mused to herself, 'and fuck those stupid wet panty nurses with their stupid fucking chirpy attitudes.' She sucked angrily on the light and tried, failing dismally, to blow a smoke ring. Looking down she realised she felt something damn under her leg. 'Goddamn sluts,' she exclaimed, 'fucking spilling their shit on the goddamn couches. I'm probably sitting in some pre-cum teenie's unsweetened pussy juice.' Lifting her leg slightly she felt under it but only felt her own dry leg. Before she could return the leg and finish her smoke, something incredible happened. Her pussy lit up like a fire had been started down there. The entire vaginal cavity, every millimetre, was burning with an intense passion. Vanessa's smoke fell from her lips, rolling off her lap and to the ground, smouldering. Her body relaxed, she slumped back, her eyes rolling up into her head as the purple being grew inside her, occupying her body. Her pussy full to stretching, her groin completely covered in solid purple, tiny rivulets began to streak in all directions, running like water through cracks up and down her body. Her skin prickled where it touched her, arousing every nerve in her body. Even when it met her eyes, mouth and ears and poured into them too, Vanessa still didn't even flinch. Before long, her whole body was covered in the rapidly solidifying purple. Her body twitched as it was racked by multiple massive orgasms while her mind dreamed of a world of clouds, where ghostly hands caressed her and beautiful, sexy purple dildos dangled from the ceiling. In her dream, Vanessa reached up for the tempting toys, dying to fill herself with them, needing to fill herself with them. As Vanessa's mind-body met the toys and she hungrily inserted them everywhere she could, her body jerked, every muscle tensing. She came, hard, almost exploding, screaming out, burning with a bliss she was completely incapable of handling- Vanessa woke, shooting upright. Frantically, she felt herself, felt the breasts that had been squeezed by so many hands, felt the pussy that had been crammed with the love meat of hundreds of species. She was in the office, sitting in a pool of her own cum, no dangling dildos or ghostly hands to be seen. Sniffing, Vanessa blanched as she remembered the cigarette. Looking down she stamped it furiously. Swearing at the burn mark it left, she stood up, trying desperately to ignore the impressively large sticky mess she left behind or the equally as impressive marks on her skirt, and cleaned up the smoke. Then she moved the couch and table so it wasn't visible, and sighed. Everything's ok now, she thought, everything's ok. Feeling her damn and throbbing crotch once more but feeling nothing but tender flesh, she left, making for the toilets. Vanessa couldn't feel the purple mound that occupied her crotch, couldn't feel the way the alien being filled her, occupying her pussy so fully and entirely just as it did her mind. She was blissfully unaware, and would remain so... ... But not for long. TO BE CONTINUED. The Pleasure of being Emily Pt. 03 Part 3 - Rebirth Emily crept downstairs. It was night, and the hospital was asleep. Her subjects, much of the upper half of the building by now, all peacefully resting, regenerating energy for another day's pleasure-filled dreaming. Emily knew there was something down here. Something she knew, something she was. She had felt it. A great call, a power like hers. She suspected she was created by it, was part of it's being. But she had to know for sure. Creeping down to the first basement level, Emily closed her eyes. No one inside. Good. Entering she scanned the room for anything useful. Spying a cabinet, she found syringes. Upon seeing them, a fleeting memory flashed back to her - scared and alone her naked body was pierced one by one with needles like these, injected with carrier cells for the great being lurking below. Continuing down, Emily reached the second level. A dripping could be heard, and she could tell that the lower she went the less clean and kept the rooms would be. As she reached level 3, she sensed a great warmth from the far side of the room. Closing her eyes she cast within, seeing an elevator, a few humans and a furnace. 'Ah, waste disposal.' She realised. No use to her right now. She moved on, leaving the humans to their burning. As she went, little drips of her, like a hot candle, were falling to the ground. Apparently not noticing or not caring about them, Emily paid them no regard. As she left however, the drips began ever slowly to edge together. Down on level 5, the ethereal being stirred. His sister was drawing near. Summoning energy, he began to sing. Emily froze, her mind encased in a thick fog. She was unable to think, to move. She neither saw now heard, felt nor smelt. From the fog, a swirling mist pf colours, drawing her deeper into a world of bliss, dampening her pussy and caressing her body, a voice seemed to eminate. 'Emily. Come to me. You cannot resist. I am you, and you, I. We shall be one.' And with the final word Emily was standing, one foot on the fourth level, sweating, a rivulet of her lady juice running down the inside of her leg. Emily reached the fifth and final level faster than she would have liked. After her experience above, she was a little less sure about her adventure. However, she could not, and would not, turn back. Somehow something told her that even if she wanted to, she wouldn't be able to. There was a door opposite the stairwell. Inside was a hallway that branched off a long way both directions before turning in the same direction. Emily knew that this corridor surrounded the central room. This must have been a quarantine lab. Bracing herself, doing her best to dismiss the fog that rolled and swayed in the corners of her mind, Emily faced the central room and the great all powerful mass behind it's door. With a deep breath, such a very human thing to do, she stepped forward and swung the door open. Emily took in the sight before her. The room was massive, and every corner was occupied by an enormous purple mass. Only a small cavity, about five metres by five metres in the doorway was untouched. The great unearthly being, in all its physical glory, looked upon her with eyes that did not exist in any way that a human could understand. 'Emily.' It thought. Or rather, she thought. Emily did not know. She was it, after all. Her mind was slowly drowning in blissful submission. 'You have become much more than I originally intended. You have somehow evolved beyond mere pathetic humanity. You have seen what it is to hold power over them, seen what puny physical dimensions the weak creatures operate in. Yes, I know. You have felt what i feel, seen what it is like to absorb their power, their emotion. You have their essence within yours, they power you. You feel your animal desires fed with their lust, your hunger tamed with their life force and your sensations excited and aroused by all theirs.' Emily could not talk, nor did she need to. It knew what responses she would have before she did. In a dark recess of her mind, Emily somehow felt some kind of shame at her puny feelings of power compared to this mighty god. Her human body, so weak it was, sweating and trembling in it's nudity. 'You were intended to be the spawning point for a superior race, a new civilisation of human and Cadothe hybrids. Do you not see? You could have been their god. Your DNA would have been the designing blueprint for their entire species. You would have mothered an entire race.' Something in Emily twigged at hearing a reference for their species, but whether or not that information was saved was beyond the unbreakable fog in her mind. 'I do not know where it went wrong but i do know that you humans seem to have a stronger will than i thought. Such a tiny part of me would never have fully assimilated your essence. But now you will feed my own essence. Now you shall show me what you are. Now we shall truly become one...' It said, the light in it's heart glowing brighter. Countless tendrils began to snake from every surface, sliding over to Emily. They slithered up her body, sliding into her skin, deep into her soul. Everywhere they entered her, face, neck, arms, breasts, her whole body. She was practically covered in them. 'Come, Emily. Become one with me.' Emily was drawn closer, sucked in to His great pulsing heart. She would be the kickstart for his regeneration. She was the final piece, her unique biology the key to his full and unerring earthly domination. Emily could only watch, through foggy, glassed eyes, as her world was filled with his purple body. She was absorbed, her physical presence disintegrating within him, her essence freed from physical ties. Emily, supported by ghostly fingers that massaged and soothed her body, rose up, into the sky of those soft, sensual purple tubes, as countless numbers of them suckered softly onto her skin, entering her, filling her, until she was completely covered in their mass. And she was gone. Upstairs in Emily's office, Vanessa was sweating. Why she had come into the unused office she didn't know. Why she had had the urge to strip naked, she also didn't know. But now she moaned, pulling at the smooth, seamless purple mass on her groin, desperately trying to enter herself so that she could finish. She was on edge, panting and sweating. Her body, interlaced with millions of thread like lines of the purple vein, pulsed softly. Suddenly, as though she had had an idea, she turned to the wall. A bed with long sheets was pushed there and she yanked it back to reveal a grate. Running out from the grate were five or so long thick purple tubes going in all directions. Finding one stopped on the floor just below the grate, Vanessa bend and picked it up. It's tip left the tiles with a soft sucking sound. Without wasting a moment Vanessa pressed the purple tube's end into her groin where it immediately attached itself, the tube expanding at the contact. The latticework of veins across her body began to flow, expanding. Tendrils of something shot from the tube directly into Vanessa, going beyond vaginal penetration, shooting up through her body and into her mind. She moaned, a long and loud primal call. Her muscles relaxed, one hand still hanging on the tube. Her body began to pulse as she bent over onto all fours and began to ride the air. The tube shook as she sped up, jerking her hips up and down, her breasts swinging back and forth as she let out one long "ooooooooooooooooo" of pleasure, only interrupted by her rhythmic pumping. 'Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh OOH" she yelled, her arms tense as she dug nails into the ground. Her back arched as she furiously pumped, the tendrils in her body growing and taking her over. Vanessa rode him like a wild fucking stallion. He was good. Fucking good. Vanessa had never had 9 inches before but she was damn well getting it in her now, as she slammed her hips down on his member. He dug his hands into her chest, turning and pumping her breasts. Still she rode, her voice rising in pitch and volume as she practically screamed. Their relentless rutting went on, both parties yelling and moaning, screaming "fuck me baby, oh yes, harder you black fucking god". After twenty minutes, Vanessa's sweet spot, she began to change. Her moans dropped in volume. Her body tensed and rippled as she tightened her pelvic floor around him. She could feel him in her and she was ready for his load. Keeping her whole body tensed, Vanessa, staring deep into his eyes, pounded slowly and rhythmically on him. The pressure of her tight clamp on him massaged his member, and her hand reached behind him to fondle his balls. Running her hand down his chest his massive arms grasped hers and with a huge outcry his cock exploded. Vanessa screamed out, flushing with cum, shooting it so hard it splattered on his stomach and legs. She came for minutes, riding him in her rhythmic, tensed speed. Only when she was done did she let go, and he relaxed, sliding out of her. She collapsed onto him, occasionally reaching down to scoop some of their mixed juices from their bodies and out of her pussy for them to share as dessert. Vanessa's body was engulfed in purple, flowing like a river over her skin. She twitched, orgasms rocking her form. Her physical being seemed to melt, loose shape, before it reformed again. As the purple brightened, her features changed. Her hair went from dark and straight to curly and blonde. Her breasts ballooned, firm nipples peaking the mounds. Her body tone improved and her face changed. Information surged through the tube embedded in her body, essence, being. Words, memories, power. Brain cells rearranged and new muscles flexed. Abruptly the purple disappeared, flowing into her and stopped. The purple stuff, tube and all, was gone, absorbed into her. Emily stood up, cupping her breasts and pussy. Still there. Good. She searched her mind, finding all her own thoughts and memories in place but also others. She remembered Saturdays with hookers, growing up as a prostitute, her irratic parents. She remembered dark haired her, dressed as a man, seducing everyone she found. This was not her, and yet it was. It must have been the woman I became, Emily thought. She searched for a name and found Vanessa. 'Not bad, but I think I'll find a new one. I like the V though... How about Veronica Millhouse?' She questioned as a uniform formed and flowed over her. Buttons did up around her extremely large bosom and a name tag read "Veronica M. PDE, snr. Nurse." Pants formed and shoes came out. Dressed, she was ready. Turning for the door, Emily strode purposely forwards, her hair now a bright blazing red and her striped uniform showing off her incredible curves. Veronica was going to go home. And then she was going to stop the monster in the basement of this hospital. I mean, after all - when you've been given the power to control the world, why let someone else do it? A girl's gotta have some fun in life. - [TO BE CONTINUED.] The Pleasure of being Emily Pt. 04 Part 4 - Homecoming Emily strolled through the streets of town casually, the warm sun baking her chest and body. The reason she listed her chest specifically separate from the rest of her body was because she had about every button of her not really existent uniform open, showing her red velvet bra that also was not really there and her incredibly large bosom which, as far as she was concerned, was very, very much there. Emily was happy. She was, in fact, ecstatic. For the first time in a long long while she was free. Free to stroll in the sun and warm her glorious tits. Free to go where she liked, do what she liked. Emily had no appointments at gyms or libraries or classes to go to, nor any house to occupy nor any partners to maintain. She didn't need to eat or sleep, or at least not as much as she used to. She was free. And more than that, she had power. Inhuman power. Power over others, control. She had regeneration and immortality, and shape changing. She was damn well dangerous. At thinking about her freedoms, however, one such point did in fact sadden her slightly. Her girlfriend, Courtney, was still home. Partner of 18 months, Courtney would be worried about her. Emily, a proud but not loud lesbian, had met partner Courtney at night school where she was learning advanced physics. With black wavy flowing hair, a strong body and modest curves, Courtney had looked the absolute innocent fuckgirl. With a loose black and white singlet on, white bra blatantly showing and tight dark jeans with pink and black socks over the long legs of her pants, she was cute, schoolgirl-ish and sexy. Emily, in contrast, had sensible white pants, a collared shirt and - though only she would know - no bra. Emily's then short hair was up in a sensible pony tail while Courtney's black river flowed freely around her shoulders. Even in the way emily sat - back straight, table organised, shoes on feet - she exuded academic professionalism. Courtney had no equipment, sat back in her seat, and had no sign of shoes anywhere, on feet or elsewhere. As she entered, Courtney made for the teacher's desk where mugs of pens and pencils were sitting. Grabbing two, she found the seat next to Emily casually and slumped into it. Without looking away from Emily since she had seem her, Courtney leaned over a bit and whispered, 'one for later. I always nick one for myself, since I practically paid for 'em anyway.' As she slid one pen behind her bra strap. Transfixed, Emily watched the girl, chewing something that smelled distinctly sexy, although that might just have been Emily, hid the pen away. Looking back to the, girl she spoke. 'The name's Courtney, but you can call me Courts. Or bitch. Or even babe. Your pick.' Courtney said, smiling and winking. As she cracked a smile back, still not breaking her gaze, Emily noted how deep and intelligent the dark haired girl's eyes seemed. After the class the pair returned to Courtney's room where Courtney seemed too comfortable to strip back to her underwear almost immediately. After staring at her cleavage for the fifth time Emily asked the doozy. 'Are you gay?' 'Sorry?' Courts said, smiling. 'Gay. Are you homosexual? Do you feel sexually attracted to women?' Emily asked, intrigued rather than repelled. In answer, Courtney, after a frozen moment, leaned in and kissed Emily right on the lips. Her fingers lightly stroked Emily's chin as she did so, brushing her jaw. After what seemed like a few millennia, they parted, Courtney with the biggest cheesy grin on her face. Emily made to respond but as she saw Courtney grinning, her cute cheeks puckered with two tiny little dimples and her white teeth shining as her chest lightly bounced with suppressed giggles, Emily broke into a grin of her own which was followed by giggles from them both. Emily did not resist a look at the other girl's boobs this time and they giggled some more. Soon after, the girls made out some more, first innocent pecks but quickly becoming open mouthed pashing as hands began to roam. Before long Emily's top was undone and a second person knew she had no bra on. Courtney only liked this more and cleaned them with her smooth tongue and soft lips before her hand accidentally slid between Emily's legs and Courtney began pressing and flicking at Emily's clit. Like her clit was a switch Emily was turned on and immediately their kisses became passionate. Emily did not go home that night, but had to get up the next day for her classes. Leaving Courtney in bed, her sexy body and cuteness wrapped in the soft sheets, Emily went to work wearing no bra and another girl's panties. She felt dirty and hot all day knowing Courtney's juices were pressed against her nether all day and couldn't wait to taste them again that night. A week later Courts was living with Emily and together they paid off their rents and found a place together. They settled, doing classes together, gym runs. Emily couldn't help but stare, seeing her partner's sexy body, the way her chest bounced when she ran, the way her strong legs and arms did daily tasks, the cute way her hair bobbed whenever she moved. Emily was in love, and Courtney was too. Such romance was destined only for fairytales, and one day, on the day after their 18th month had passed, Emily fell from a tree as she tried to help out a little boy. A week had passed since then and Emily, new and improved Emily 2.0, was coming home. She just hoped Courts liked her new form... Courtney was asleep when there was a knock at the door. Rousing she blearily looked around, noticing with some slight annoyance that there was sun shining through the window, and her underwear was still on the bed. Standing up slowly, idly watching as her boobs flopped into position, Courtney scratched herself. Another knock came and she remembered why she was up. Struggling to pull pants on, she ditched the damn things and grabbed a shirt. Only just managing to have it buttoned up enough to be of any use to her, Courtney opened the door and did a double take. Her girlfriend was standing in front of her, looking healthy, clean and somewhat considerably more curvaceous than before. Without thinking, she gasped and put a hand to her mouth, the same hand that was holding the shirt down so her ladyhood wasn't revealed to the world. Emily, unfazed at both her girlfriends' reaction and her appearance, Emily smiled and held out her arms. 'Ta daa! I'm home, baby!' Courtney couldn't help herself. Starting to cry, she fell into Emily's very sizeable cleavage. Emily held her, stroking her girlfriend's messy hair. Sniffing, Emily's enhanced sense of smell picked up a few things. She smelled sweat, dirt. Courtney hadn't showered last night. She also smelled the strong musk of arousal, and above that, a touch of alcohol. Holding her girlfriend at arm's length and looking at her, Emily asked. 'Have you been drinking? I thought we stopped that?' Emily said, slightly worried. 'It was only a bit, the last of the bottle we were saving...' Courtney sniffed, pulling the shirt around her again, suddenly cold. Emily was a little concerned at how backward her girlfriend had gone but was not concerned. Letting herself in she held her near naked partner close as she walked them back to the couch. As she sat Courts down, Emily gently waved her finger under her Partner's nose, releasing a very weak scent of her Essence into the girl. Courts slowly began to perk up as Emily's ethereal being reinvigorated her cells. Emily made drinks, adding a tiny drop of her essence to Courtney's, and returned to the couch. By now, Courts was awake and receptive and thanked Emily with a warm kiss and a little ass rub as she sat down. 'I'm so glad you're back! I was worried sick. I thought you wouldn't make it...' Courts said, sipping the drink. It tasted surprisingly good to her, and only slightly arousing... If arousal could be tasted, that is. 'Courts, something amazing happened, baby...' Emily began, for the first time since her rebirth, loosing words. Courtney looked at her with her big cute eyes and raised her eyebrows. 'Other than my baby girl got healed and came home? Why are you here like this, by the way? Why didn't they call? Why not take you home or something?' She asked, sipping more. 'Courts, babe... There's something really strange at the hospital. You might not believe me...' Emily said, feeling her inhuman core pulsing and for the first time wondering if she was doing the right thing. 'What, you mean you?' Her partner joked, slapping Emily's knee lightly as her other hand continued to feed her her mug without her actually realising. This damn stuff tasted like virgin pussy, she thought with a little giggle to herself. 'Ok. First, let me show you. Be ready... You're going to loose your mind.' Emily said. Then she stood up, closed her eyes, and did it. Courtney nearly dropped her mug as she watched her girlfriend's clothes simply melt into her body and her skin took on a purple glow. She watched as Emily's fingers deformed and reformed, as little bits flew like sideways raindrops from one hand to another. She watched as ripples ran down her partner's impossibly busty frame, as though something inside was trying to push out. Courtney felt dizzy, her mind overloading with questions, fears and insecurities. Indeed, the only thing that kept her sane was Emily's broad grin. For Emily's part, she could vaguely sense her partner's emotions and tried to still them as best she could. Returning to her fully human form, clothes returned and she sat down. Courts just stared at her. Shock covered her face. Emily took her partner's silence, and, knowing there would be mo better time, told her partner everything. 'So you're telling me... That an otherworldly being lives at the hospital... And it tried to fuck you... And make you have it's babies... But then you beat it, spent three days absorbing other people and then just strolled home?' Courtney exclaimed. 'Well, more or less... Except my first body was absorbed by the creature, who needed my uniqueness to reawaken himself, so at the last second I sent my mind into another host and here I am!' Emily beamed, cupping her boobs to show. Courtney was stunned. She was shocked. And most of all, she wasn't sure she knew the big breasted sexy woman before her. Sensing something bad, Emily's grin drooped slightly. 'Baby? What is it?' She said. 'Who are you?' Courtney said. 'You're my girlfriend, and yet, you aren't... You've done things, things that are strange...' Courtney was loosing the plot right now. Emily had to change things. 'Let me show you. Let me show you what it's like to be me!' Emily said, her bright hypnotic purple eyes glowing like endless tunnels of amethyst. 'No!' Courtney said, backing off. 'No. Don't touch me!' She said, panic beginning to creep in. Emily held back, and focussed her core on her girlfriend. There was a tiny spark inside her, an awakening primal force was beginning to arise. Emily had to nurture it. 'Ok, ok. I promise not to do anything to you. But Courts, babe, listen to me. Inside that hospital is a creature that intends to turn every last human into a hive of mindless drones. It wants our emotion, you see. It's emotion that powers us.. Them. We have to stop it, cut all it's ties to people. It's the only way to save everyone. Do you believe me?' She said, gently scooping her partner's hand up and holding it tight. 'Do you?' She said, looking straight at her partner. After a moment of lip biting thought, Courtney looked back and met her gaze. She saw ourple, the purple of an ethereal being... But below that, she saw her friend, Emily. She saw the cute, intelligent blonde who wore impossibly smooth clothes and dressed formally but somehow wore no bra and got away with it. She saw the partner who made the best egg scramble with fruits and forgot how to butter toast. She saw the girlfriend who urged her to learn and exercise, and who constantly looked up to her, little Courtney, like a big sister. Emily was her friend, her lover and her lifelong mate. And the girl, the form before her was Emily. Courtney knew that much. Slowly, Courtney nodded, her nodding growing more confident as she grasped Emily's hand back and her tenseness relaxed. She felt safe again, and noticed the cool feeling of room air on her now notably damn pussy. Emily grinned, and gave Courts a passionate kiss. 'Thank you baby. Thank you.' 'Just promise not to turn me into whatever you are, ok? I like being me just fine. Got me?' Courts said, wagging a finger. Emily smiled and stood them both up. 'I promise.' Then she swept the love of her life off her feet with one hand as the other began to probe between her legs and the girls eloped to the bedroom, shutting the door behind them. Part 2 'So we need to go back there, right?' Courts asked, leaning over the counter, her boobs hanging before her. Both girls were naked, chatting over the kitchen counter about their plan of attack. Far from worried, for the first time in ages Courtney felt like she was making a difference. Emily could feel her girlfriend's raw emotions fuelling her, her primal core burning with new energy. She knew her partner, without knowing it, was already much stronger than any human could be if she needed to be. She was so glad she had her partner's help in eliminating her creator. A tiny worry nagged her, a worry that they wouldn't be able to win without... Courts reached over and poked Emily lightly in the left boob. 'So we go at night, when everyone's kinda sleeping, right? Hello, otherworldly boob woman?' Courts said, smiling. Emily was roused from her thoughts and returned to the present. 'Yes, right. While I was there I was incredibly sleepy and weak at night, when my body naturally put the people fuelling me to sleep. Without them, he'll be vulnerable.' 'Right, and so we need to use our first night to lay explosives.' Courts said, looking over at the box of firework packing on the floor. 'Right. He'll wake them up if he needs to. We have to sever their links so it'll take him time to recover, time enough to let me get at him.' Em said, that nagging starting again. 'So, stage one - we plant explosives. Stage two, we get you to him and you take him down. How exactly will you do that?' Courtney asked. 'Well...' Emily said, freezing. 'I'll need to enter him... I need to overpower his mind. His being will always live on no matter how small the shards, bot not if his mind is gone.' 'Wait, are you sure? Are you certain that's safe?' Courts said, genuinely concerned for her lover. 'No, but it's the only way.' Emily looked down, idly flicking her nipple. 'Courts... There's one thing that's been nagging me...' 'What?' she asked, leaning forwards. Emily looked at her partner's boobs, slowly lifting her gaze to meet her eyes. Her partner was looking at her intently. 'I may not be enough... If he's stronger, if he's grown... I'll need you too.' She put her hand up to shyly scratch her arm. 'So? I'll be there for you the whole time.' Courts said, smiling and taking her hand. 'No, I know you will, but... I meant... I might need you in there with me. I might need to merge with you. The two of us can defeat him.' Em said, looking down again. Courtney let go of her hand, unsure. The one thing she didn't like was the idea of having her humanity taken from her. But, she wasn't about to abandon her girlfriend, so she retook her hand and spoke. 'Look, I don't know about that, but we'll take it as it comes. Besides, you need someone to plant the charges. Anyway, you're more than enough to defeat him, am I right?' Courts said, pumping her partner's hand. Emily smiled and agreed. At least, she hoped she was right... The girls spent a few days gathering the equipment they would need. Being innocent girls with little ties and background they had no access to guns or explosives, but they were able to find some old new year's firework powder, along with some crackers and one mailbox bomb. Working efficiently under Emily's enhanced stamina, they prepared parcel sized packages for each main ventilation duct leading from the basement. From Emily's reccolection, there were twelve primary shafts in level four, which meant there had to be twelve coming from the basement. The plan was to bomb each vent in level four, cutting off his access to the active part of the hospital for as long as possible. Emily knew his power, knew mere rocks were no match for a being who could leak like water through cracks, but she hoped the heat from the explosion plus the confined space would hold him long enough for her to enter him and overpower him. Courtney, for her part liking the new action adventure movie they now seemed to star in, enjoyed running about the place, naked, building improvised explosives and preparing dark, stealthy clothing behind pulled curtains and secretive rooms. She embraced the good they were doing, and frankly, she loved the privacy and the fucking hot sex they had. Despite her reservations Courts did admit that Emily's ability to grow a fully working penis was rather nifty, and, she admitted to herself with a hot flush, was incredibly fucking hot. Making love to Ems was amazing, furiously rubbing their lady lips together, all the incredibly sensational things two pussies could do together, but the feeling of having her slit filled with cock was a whole nother level of bliss she hadn't felt for a long time. Emily, for her part, tucked her fears away and settled for slowly and gently slipping Courtney her watered down essence through these vigorous fucking sessions and in her meals. Enough to keep her primal fire burning and to allow Emily to feel her emotions, but not enough to begin a takeover that would break her trust and her promise. Four days later, the girls were ready. On the floor of their kitchen sat three backpacks, each with three IEDs inside. Courtney would carry them inside and find a room Emily had prepared for her while Emily got in position. With a grin and a kiss, the girls were done. Courts left to shower and dress, while Emily took the time to sit back, letting her core regenerate itself. As she relaxed, her body seemingly loosing it's sharp focus, purple energy emanating from her body, she realised she hadn't eaten much lately. Her human body was suffering. As she quietly reinvigorated, she never noticed Courtney come in, stare at her in wondrous confusion and eventually come over and sit on her lap. She stirred, returning to the present to see her partner's face before her. 'It's time, babe. C'mon.' She said, giving her a peck and standing. Emily took in Courtney's slim and sexy figure, wrapped in black tight pants, a singlet and jacket and hair tied up. She even had dark glasses on, making her look, in the barely lit room, barely visible. Emily stood, took a breath and dressed, not in slim black tights, but in a patient's gown and slippers. She hid her boasting frame, shaping herself to fit the look of a well worn patient. Checking the time, they readied, grabbed the bags and left. The hospital was a fair walk, so they set off a brisk pace, Emily carrying the bags easily with her superhuman strength. Within twenty minutes they arrived and took a rest around the back. As Courtney drank some water, Emily explained. 'There should be an empty room just inside here with a wheelchair. If you steal in and grab it, I'll make sure no one sees you.' Courtney nodded, moving to the back door, shabbily lit with one ugly yellow light. 'Okay, there's a nurse inside. She won't notice you. No one else. Go!' Emily said. Courtney opened the door, which was marked "Fire Exit - No Standing" and entered. Taking the first right she found a waiting room with a single nurse standing at the far wall. Moving quietly, Courtney stole up to the moveable seat, watching the uniformed woman, but she didn't turn. Grabbing the chair she ran back out, not looking back when she heard the nurse say something. The Pleasure of being Emily Pt. 04 Outside, Emily applauded the sexy sneaker, drawing her attention away from the grate in the wall from which a thin purple tendril withdrew itself. Sitting in the chair and hiding two of the bags under her dress, they prepared to roll in. Inside, the nurse turned in time to see him kiss her, filling her mouth with his rough tongue as he guided his huge member in her and began to bang her vigorously, right there against her station's desk. She let out a stifled moan against his lips as she sank into blissful oblivion... Amanda and her emo sister Chelsea took the lift up to the first floor where the access lifts were and made their way to their ward. Amanda, Emily's disguise, was sick and tired of her dress catching in the wheels while her dumb sister pushed her. Glaring at a nurse as they passed, Chelsea looked like she knew where she was going, although it was Emily who was steering. Reaching the lifts the pair rolled in without stopping and pressed the button for the first basement. From there they would have to use the stairs to get to him. 'You're sure we're good? Courtney asked, massaging one breast as it again slipped from the rather ill fitting restrainer bra. 'Yes, he's resting. I can feel him.' 'Alright. You get to him, i'll start laying.' Courtney said, as the doors opened onto level 0. Ditching the disguise glasses, Courtney took the bags and strode confidently out, leaving Emily and her chair behind. Emily watched her go, eyes locked on the swinging behind until it turned into the stairwell and was gone. Then, she stood and assumed her nudity once again. Taking a deep breath, she made for the old stairwell on the other side, the one that would lead down to level 5. Her heart, if she had one, would have been beating very hard right now. Part 3 Courtney came to level four to find a warning about chemicals and heat on the door. Ignoring it she entered and beheld a conveyor system. She placed her bags on it and explored, seeing no one around. Satisfied she went about finding and placing their homemade explosives just inside the metal grills in each wall. She was just reaching for the third bag when something struck her from behind, knocking her glasses from her head and stunning her. Falling on her ass, Courtney could make out a figure in an old fashioned getup bearing down on her. As her eyes refocused she noticed the rather out of place fob watch chain on his pocket before he bent and hauled her up, slamming her against the wall. 'You are planting explosives in the walls?' He asked bluntly. Courtney tried to break free but failed. Lightning fast, his other hand swung up and clobbered her, stunning her again. Then he shifted his grasp so he held her by the throat. 'You cannot continue. Doing so will threaten my Master. You are a threat and must be destroyed.' He intoned to the choking girl. Lifting her up higher, her legs almost off the floor, he turned and pressed a button. The conveyor began to move and the gate at the end opened to reveal the incinerator's burning heart. Courtney tried to cry out as she saw the bag she had left on the belt slowly draw towards the fire where it would be obliterated. A tear rolling down her face as she struggled, she saw the main grin as he held up his hand, a hand that melted and reformed as he moved it. Smiling maliciously he looked down and plunged the purple semi-liquid of his hand into her groin up to the wrist and his being sought her body immediately. Courtney was assaulted by waves of emotion, arousal followed by pain, sadness followed by joy, stillness followed by panic. Her mind, already numb from lack of oxygen, was powerless to the onslaught and she faded from conciousness. As the bag drew ever nearer, Courtney's body relaxed as she slipped from conciousness and the doctor let her fall to the floor, turning to watch the backpack as it drew nearer and nearer. Deciding to check his watch he drew out the gold timepiece and proceeded to stare into it, subsequently not noticing the girl rise up behind him, anger in her eyes, her hair messed up and a sharp gash on her cheek. Courtney smashed her fists, locked together, into the side of his head and he fell face first into the belt and to the floor. Fighting the waves of nausea and emotion that swept through her Courtney harnessed her animal rage and picked the man up by his clothes, literally tearing them off as she swung him into the belt. His pants tore away in her hand, revealing a purple mass that enveloped his crotch. Holding him down by his collars Courtney walked along side him, his struggles useless as they slowly approached the incinerator's gaping mouth. Growling as a wave of anger washed her mind, she shoving him along until his head was against the bag. Knowing he had seconds left, his final chance hit him like a sledgehammer and he flicked his hands up, shoving the backpack several metres up the belt where it stopped, teetered, and then tipped into the blazing inferno. Seeing his last mortal act was successful, he grinned at her, even waving at her. Courtney let fly, tearing him into the mouth after it and watching the flash of fire as the half human, half monster was destroyed. Realisation hit her like a naked woman on a demolition ball and she slumped against the wall, tears beginning to stream as she came to understand that she had failed her girlfriend and had doomed the whole world. Emily stepped off the landing to level 5 and prepared herself for the moment. Praying that Courtney had done her job, she made for the entrance to the central room and entered. Within she beheld the great mass of Him, stuck like chewing gum between a shoe and the ground to the ceiling and floor. She saw his feeding lines, great thick pipes crammed into each grate in each wall, pulsing. 'You were never going to escape me.' 'I had no plan to.' 'Fleeing the hospital was pointless. Bringing your puny human partner was equally so. She was easy to dispatch.' Emily took a double take, her confidence faltering. 'What?' 'As I said. She has been dealt with.' He said, his mass pulsing gently. 'What did you do to her?' Emily asked. 'She will feed the One like all others who oppose it.' He breathed, his extremities glowing a little brighter. Emily clenched her fists, her naked body tensing a little. 'You know why i'm here.' 'You think you can defeat me.' He spoke, almost laughably. 'I do not think I can.' 'Then come, return yourself to your maker so that you may benefit the coming cleansing. Return and feel the bliss that our minds offer you.' He said, enticing her into him. For a long moment Emily was almost tempted to step forward and fall into His unending pleasure. 'I'm here because I know I can, because I must. You intent to enslave the world, to feed off us. I intend to free them from this fate.' Emily said simply. In a flash he shot towards her, an arm forming out of him, spearing towards her heart. She dodged it, making a break for the doors which slammed shut before her. Pressed against the cold metal, she watched as countless rivers snaked towards her from every side, fear lumping in her throat as he touched her, fear which was silenced along with all her other thoughts and feelings as he entered her and they became one. Courtney found her way to level five, sweating, her hair in a greasy mop around her face. Her singlet was off, along with her pants, only underwear hiding her body. She clung to the hand rail, shaking as her body ached. The raw emotion flowing like ocean waves from her crotch was making her body ache and her mind numb. But she had to reach Emily. Seeing the doors that had to lead to her, Courtney struggled to them, crawling now. As she reached them she summoned her strength and pushed, feeling one side give slightly. She tried again, shoving with all her remaining might. On the other side of the door she heard sounds, though what those sounds where she was unable to say. The moans of a girl and the victorious laugh of a male seemed apparent. Courtney got up, and with a superhuman effort, bashed on the door. It gave and she fell inside, beholding the creature before her. It was massive, filling the room. Deep in it's core she saw a glowing, purple mass - something that looked remarkably like Emily's eyes - but infinitely larger and deeper. She was drawn into it, soothed by it. But then she saw Emily, naked, penetrated by numerous purple tubes, and she moved. She fell onto her girlfriend, sobbing. 'No! Emily, help me. I, I got infected. Emily you can't face him alone, I know it now. You can't be gone yet, you can't be, because... Because you were right. I know you need my help, I know you can cure me. I have to become you. Please...' She begged, her tears falling upon Emily's body. 'Petty human.' 'You.' Courtney said. 'Is it true you feed off the emotions of us humans?' 'More or less.' 'I want to make you an offering.' 'You? What could you have to offer me, but your complete submission which I will get anyway?' 'My friend is in there, in you. I want to go with her.' 'You want to what?' 'You're absorbing her, right? Whatever it is you're doing. You're taking her, aren't you?' 'In such primitive terms it sounds so plain, so negative, so, evil. I am enveloping her in the most total bliss imaginable... And then I'm going to assimilate her so that her uniqueness may benefit the master race I am going to create.' 'I want you to take me too.' 'That was the plan.' 'I want to go with her. Please. As a final goodbye.' 'You humans have strange needs for farewells. Can't I just have you?' He said evilly, spearing out and piercing the side of her her stomach. She didn't stop him or try to move. Courtney closed her eyes, letting herself fall into oblivion. Emily fought, flicking away the ghostly hands that tried to caress her body, biting the stinger-tipped tongue that sedated her from within, clenching out the electric penis of a creature that found her butt hole very inviting. She fought, willing herself downwards as the ghostly hands carried her up to the waiting ceiling of thousands of hanging tubes, waiting patiently for her to meet them. As a finger slid into her snatch again she pulled it out, fighting against the blissful apparitions. Suddenly, she became aware of someone else's pleasure. Looking around, ignoring the fingers that scissored into her immediately, she saw a familiar female. 'Courtney!' She screamed, reaching out for her partner as near invisible members rubbed themselves against her fingers. Courtney was struggling, already weak, she was barely able to shut out the invading beings as she was penetrated over and over again by the mating organs of a thousand species. Then she heard her name. Looking up she saw Emily, Fighting, wading through ghostly hands and cocks, trying to come to her in the gravity less world. Emily made to move but would only be swept off her feet to flip upside down, her body being even more violated as her legs swung and her holes opened. Struggling, the two slowly came together through sheer will. It took an incredible effort but the two women finally grasped each other's hand, a real and physical connection tearing through the ghostly beings. They held on, not letting go, and slowly their invasive pleasure bringers left them. Turning to stand upright, the pair flipped to see a man, massive, with huge muscles and an incredibly huge cock standing with arms behind back before them. 'You two will submit to me,' the man said in a voice of the deepest and softest texture that massaged their souls, 'One way or another.' And he reached out and grabbed Courtney, effortlessly bending her over, his meat rising on call to do his bidding. He entered her ruthlessly, slamming himself shaft deep into her. Courtney bucked, crying out. Emily tried to run to her but was held back and turned to see him holding her as well, dragging her onto his manhood. He slid into her, stretching her wide, filling her whole body with his mass. She looked up and saw Courtney, being pumped exactly as she was, and felt, just as Courtney was, an orgasm begining to build. 'YOU CANNOT RESIST ME!' He cried as he grabbed her hips with both hands and slammed her onto him harder and harder, Courtney bouncing off him in a mirror image to herself. 'YOU ARE MINE!' He shouted as she began to close her eyes, letting out a moan as her orgasm built. 'YOU ARE MMIINNEEEEEEE!' He screamed as the girls came, shooting out in mirror images, bucking, screaming as they burst all over his godly member. The girls flopped to the floor, defeated. He stood gloriously above them, looking to the heavens as purple tubes descended to swallow them whole. Then Emily had an idea. She sat up, turned, and grasped his pole. Sticking in in her mouth, she sucked, and slipping easily on her own cum she took what must have been eleven inches of huge manhood in her throat. Shocked, he watched her. She drew out, licking up the string of juice and saliva she left, and repeated. He was so caught off guard that he actually placed a hand on her head to help her along. Courtney was watching with shock. She was sure Emily was gone to the pleasure when she saw her own mirrored massive man had his hand out too and was gently rocking back and forth. Knowing what she had to do, Courtney waited for him to rock back, then slipped between his hand and hips and grasped his meat. It was incredible to eat, and didn't make her gag uncontrollably at all, despite the way it stretched her throat. She liked the way she would involuntarily tense around him, massaging him with her tongue and throat. She even added a little tooth,dragging them across his ribbed pole. His hand gripped her hair and she even reached around and grabbed his butt, worming towards the nut she knew could win this war for semen. Emily was picking up the pace, both hands on his hips as she thrust herself onto him. He had her head in his hands and was pumping her, holding on quite tight. She was glad this was in a mental landscape where such things would not be so fatal. Emily could feel the thich stream of precum he left in her and knew he was close. Then she had an idea. Courtney was loving herself, his taste fuelling her on as her fingers slowly wormed into his behind. Just two or three centimetres up, she thought, and she'd have him... Emily looked up at him with juice on her face as she bounced, his big meat squashed between her massive boobs. She put her mouth back into it and sucked as she fucked him with her tits. He began to pulse, tensing, and she knew it was time, time to win the battle. Courtney's thumb wiggled into his behind and she searched. Worrying she wouldn't find it she wormed harder, pressing up, desperately searching for his g-spot. Emily'a hands fondled his balls and massaged them as she stood, climbing onto the shaft, raising her legs and began to ride, sharing his precum with him. Courtney was almost there. She felt just a little higher... Emily tensed, her pussy clamping around his meat as he let out a cry, grasping her body tightly... Courtney felt the nugget, pressing into it in a small circle and instantly feeling the explosion from his cock as he shot into her, his cum seemingly filling her entire body and dampening her whole. Emily held him as he blew, pressing up into her and digging his nails into her back as he came. His semen seemed to fill her up whole and she as drenched in a cold sweat as he delivered into her, seemingly flowing into her... Emily woke up lying naked on the floor of the fifth underground level of the hospital, purple tubes snaking out of her in every direction and all leading into the great being who at that moment was shaking, shivering, pulsing brightly. She saw Courtney next to her, stirring, a gaping hole in her stomach where the rod had shot through her. As Emily watched, all his extremities melted, flowing back down to their level like rain. His being pooled on the floor around them and his core shrunk, melting from the great being he was into a much smaller mass. Emily fell to Courtney's side, nursing her, gingerly touching the gaping hole. As Courtney awoke, she looked up at Emily. 'I'm not afraid now, Em. I'm not. I'm ready.' 'For what?' Emily asked, tears flowing. 'For you. Become me... Become... One...' Courtney said, her hand falling from Emily's face. Emily took a deep breath, and held her fingers over her girlfriend's would. As though guiding water with her hand, purple essence began to flow from her fingers, dripping into her would and healing it. As her colour returned Emily began to shimmer, going slightly translucent as her core lit up. Emily began to flow into Courtney, from her hands, legs, everywhere. Courtney's skin prickled, her wounds healed and her complexion returned. Her curves bulged and her body seemed to become stronger, fuller. Courtney opened her eyes, purple glowing eyes, eyes that drank in light and let out pure raw bliss. The two girls kissed. Glancing up, Emily saw that where He had been, a naked man now lay. His strong body and large dick made it obvious who he was. The embodiment if the creature, his human form was all that remained. Where his alien form had gone, no one knew. As Emily approached him, he stirred. 'Mistress Emily? My ladyship, how may I serve you?' He said, his voice deep and silky. Emily and Courtney grinned to each other, and the three of them left together. Epilogue As Emily, Courtney and their newfound manservant Kaden returned home on an early morning bus, dressed in real shabby clothing, the Hospital was awaking to quite a mess. Apparently an old water pipe had burst and flooded the ground level, cracking all but one ventilation shaft and damaging the incinerator. Staff were investigating but no suspicious themes were suspected. Meanwhile, in a plane leaving for the next major city, an old fashioned doctor with a rather curious gold watch chain in one pocket sat reading a paper. As the stewardess offered him refreshments he looked at her, his deep purple eyes sucking her soul and tickling her nether lips. As they soared the skies, in the tiny toilet cubicle, the stewardess closed her eyes and bit back a moan as his purple cock filled her, subduing her, and she came and came, her mind awash with ghostly hands caressing her body, purple tubes filling her holes and absorbing her essence. They had another hour's trip, and while the doctor returned to his seat, Miss Stewardess had some sexy staff members she needed to become acquainted with... The End.