Short Stories 6 – Suit Troubles

Heather squirmed in her seat.

The alien suit started to vibrate softly again.  She cursed her curiosity and clenched her legs.  Of course this would happen when trying on a wedding dress at a second hand store.  Nothing ever goes right for Heather.

She clenched her face as an orgasm escaped her lower body.  She excused herself from the meeting, heading to the bathroom.

She tugged at the suit, yanked at the edges.  It simply would not budge from her skin.  It felt like a thousand small suckers were clamping down all across her body.  Probably because a thousand small suckers were clamping down all across her body.

Heather returned to the meeting, defeated.  Five more minutes of quiet torture, and then the suit started its slow vibrations again.  Thick tendrils started to penetrate into her wet, excited pussy.  She excused herself.  She practically bolted down the hall.

Back in the sanctity of the bathroom, she gripped the crotch area and tugged with all her might.  She searched for some kind of opening on the sides, but the suit had formed a seal all the way around the circumference of her vagina.  She twisted her hips, trying to push the tendrils out of her.  She succeeded, slightly, and walked back to the meeting.  She nearly reached the door of the conference room when tendrils seeped into her anus.

Heather staggered back to the bathroom.  She pressed her ass against the wall, driving the tendrils deeper.  She wiggled back and forth, letting the tendrils near her pussy rediscover their target.  She placed her hands against her crotch and pulled, driving them deeper inside her.  Her body convulsed as the suit resumed its vibrations, stimulating her breasts, back, and entire crotch.  Heather rubbed her hands all over her body as she came again and again, feeding the living underwear her sexual fluids.  She watched it expand across her skin.  Felt it stretch across her upper thighs, felt it creep up to the top of her breasts.

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Heather sat in the meeting, wearing what appeared to be a white swimsuit that reached down to her mid-thighs.  She sat impaled on her coworkers parasitic cock.

Various other managers were fucking each other around the conference table, impregnating each other.  Some were merging with and surrendering to their new ‘uniforms’.  Heather smiled.