Short Story - Another Mall Story

Alan’s day started out so simple.

He woke up.  He burned his toast.  The nutella ran out.  The dog ripped up one of the pillows, destroyed a collared shirt, and ate half of the tissue box.  Alan needed another shirt.

Those were her problems.  Alan blinked.  She looked down at her cockless crotch, the last vestiges of the choker parasite were disappearing into her flesh.

“That’s right, I’m a woman.”

Elena groped her chest, now comfortably past a D cup and still growing slightly.  Her slits were quivering and needed to be filled.

It was claustrophobic in the changing room at the mall.  Jasmine offered to help Alan choose a shirt.  He was too horny to notice how weird it was that this hot woman would join him in the cramped room.  He didn’t notice as she kissed him and forced a parasitic alien werm down his throat.  He didn’t notice as another one slithered up his anus.  He didn’t notice as a choker parasite wrapped around his waist and began consuming his penis.  She didn’t notice as starfish infested her chest and ass.  She didn’t notice as her hair grew, as her features shifted, and the world grew slightly taller.

But what Elena was acutely aware of was the throbbing, erect, and leaking parasite dick emerging from Jasmine’s mouth.  Jasmine pointed to the floor.  Elena laid down.  Well, she tried to.  Jasmine opened the door so that half of Elena’s body was sticking out into the hallway.  She grasped Elena around the waist, lifting her pelvis off the floor and up to her mouth.  Jasmine thrust forward with her oral phallus, tongue-fucking Elena with the werm that had merged with and replaced her tongue.  

Elena’s back seized up, constricting her vaginal muscles as Jasmine’s tongue penetrated inches into her, thrusting its way into her womb.  Elena stared at Jasmine as Jasmine stared back down at her, Jasmine’s strong hands gripping Elena’s hips, lifting her, penetrating her, owning her.

Elena felt a sense of belonging, a strong inner desire to give in to her longtime friend.  She moaned again and watched Jasmine’s head shiver in orgasm, felt Jasmine’s seed pouring inside her.  Elena welcomed it.  A warm, tingling sensation spread over her body, radiating from her penetrated cunt.  Everywhere the feeling spread, Elena felt her will disappearing.  Her body no longer belonged to her.  Her womb, her breasts, her limbs – they were owned by Jasmine now.

A quirky shake of Jasmine’s head threw Elena on her side.  She saw the end of the changing room hall.  There was a woman there – staring at them.  An uninfested woman.  She was holding a stack of dresses with one hand.

With the other hand she was masturbating.

Jasmine finished filling Elena’s womb and stood, helping Elena up.  She walked out into the hall and froze briefly when confronted with the customer.  She grabbed Elena’s hand, calmly leading her down the hall to the customer.

“Show her a good time.” she said, while slowly undressing the sex-addled patron.

“Yes ma’am.”