Chapter 5

It is gone. And in the creature’s wake, my mother and sister. Mrs. Kieffer. Both her daughters. Ms. Dunham. And Skye. All are so much thinner now. Though thankfully they don’t remember; I do. While I missed their actual births, the things were horrid. Four-limbed, glistening reddish-purple upright versions of the beast. I say four, but of course they can produce additional appendages. And they did. And of course, being newborns, they were ravenous. The good news was they fed so often on the others that I was left alone.

The bad news is—the hunger lingers behind them.

The other good news was the last thing it gave me before disappearing with its new brood.

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As I look down once more into Ms. Dunham’s wide-eyed flushed face, my grin widens. Loud, thumping, her dance music tracks pound into us while moan after moan flows from my teacher’s parted lips. Between us, my pulsing tendrils sway, suckling, slurping and gnawing atop her full tits. Each engulfs a whole pale mound—I prefer it that way. So does she; her chest arches upwards and another groan rips from her. As my grinding maws chew her hardened nipples, hunger races through me. Both my hunger and hers.

Pinned to the bed by my clasping fingers on her wrists, she writhes under me. Hot panting breaths mix with moans. My new slithering appendages, wrapped tight around her ankles, glide her shaking legs further apart atop the crinkled paisley sheets. My old science teacher is intelligent; she knows what is coming next. Eyes focused down her heaving abdomen at my approaching rod, she swallows and then pants quicker.

Her eyes widen as my cock pierces her, then fly open as it fills her. But no longer in the usual way. Instead, it now inflates forward and stretches every soft, warm wall as my slick throbbing mass expands within her. Once she is full, only then do I start long, slow strokes atop the soon creaking bed. While her squirming body rocks beneath me, she stares up at me, ravenous need gleaming in her dilated pupils.

Once more we both know what’s next. But in what order? Hmm, I haven’t yet decided. It is always so much more fun to keep them guessing. With a chuckle, I grind my pelvis and her lips tear open to emit a long whimper.

Both at the same time, then.

Mom loves it this way, too.

As her lust-filled eyes become white-rimmed, I lurch downward, slapping my mouth onto her open lips and plunging my new tongue into her throat. As she stares at me, her eyes unblinking, terrified she can no longer breathe, my grin widens. I love that look. The desperation. That knowledge they would die to serve me. Even as the next surprise slips free and unfurls under my scrotum, I relent and her warm breath flies up through my tongue as she gasps for air. I don’t want her to die. Her rapid huffing breaths tickle as they race through my tumescence. As I giggle, I increase the force of my thrusting pelvis. While her body tenses ever tauter, my cock and my tongue now stroke her.

When the newest thick knob nudges upwards between her gliding butt, she jerks in surprise, but she hungers. Her hips rise just enough. Ms. Dunham, party slut, so used to being airtight, barely quakes as I shove it deep between her firm buttocks. As I suckle her tits, all of me now strokes her. The creature’s gifts driving her ever higher to the place she loved. That magical place. It calls to her as she writhes and bucks. She is getting closer. Ever closer. I speed up—everything. The cries and shudders begin. Then the screams and bucking as I slam the bed into the wall. The neighbors no longer complain. I had visited once. They still beg.