A Host

Jean keeps her mouth pressed against yours, her overwhelming strength stopping any attempts of your resistance. All the while more things slide down your throat and penis. As each slug-like chunk enters your body, you slowly stop resisting, feeling pleasure through those parts. The pleasure seems to stem from the slugs, so why resist? Your mind starts to go numb as Jean picks you up, turns your body on its front, before grabbing your waist and sticking something wet and slimy into your ass. You don't want to... No, you CANNOT resist as Jean thrusts into your body, sending waves of pleasure into you.

"Aaaah... we'll host so many children, James... the world will be like this... we can spread across the world..."

You stare down at your hands. Both of them are covered in shiny, black latex, similar to the slugs from earlier. It's slowly spreading up to your shoulders from your hands, an inch at a time. A brief glance at the rest of your body shows that various patches of your torso and legs are covered in the same stuff, while your crotch and ass are completely covered.

The latex that Jean put down your throat starts spreading rapidly, a far faster pace from the rest of the stuff. Within seconds, it reemerges from your mouth and starts coating your mouth and nose, moving onto your eyes and cheek as Jean continues thrusting into your ass.

After one final thrust, Jean erupts, filling you with hot, sticky fluid, as well as round, solid objects which you can only guess to be eggs of some sort. You gently let yourself onto your stomach, exhausted. Jean pulls out and lays down next to you, pulling you in for another smooch and letting more slugs slither down your throat.

You blackout.