Forming a clone

“Shit! Casey, I’m gonna—” Ethan sentence was cut short, his words turning into incomprehensible groans as he began to cum. His dick exploded, shooting rope after rope of hot, sticky stuff into his mistress.

Casey continued to ride him, a grin on her face as she slid up and down his long meaty length. A day of pent-up desire was finally releasing, all her lusting for a human body to fuck at last coming to fruition. Damn, these human hosts were so sexy! She came for a second time that night, her orgasm lining up with that of Ethan’s. The two rode the high for a while, the movements of their bodies slowing.

“Holy shit, babe.” Ethan laughed, grabbing Casey’s tits with his meaty hands. “You never disappoint.”

“I just needed your dick, really.” Casey admitted. “And your cum.” She carefully slid off his member, un-straddling him. Not only was Ethan ignorant of his partner’s last remark, he also failed to notice the fact that none of his semen was leaking from her pussy, as it so often did. That was because the cum that he’d shot into her had been absorbed, bonding with the vermillion slime that had once controlled is own body, and was at present controlling hers.

For its part, the slime was thankful its powers of mind-wiping still worked on humans. The hosts it took rarely, if ever, remembered their time possessed, which helped when body-hopping was the name of the game. Therefore, it was easy to seduce Ethan into fucking for what was in reality the second time that day. They met up in a seedy motel room, Casey now even more hungry for Ethan’s dick, and almost in a hurry to get him inside her.

“Just gonna leave, huh?” Ethan said, watching as the woman he’d just cum into began to slide her clothes back on. “Don’t you want to grab dinner or something?”

“Like I said.” Casey said, covering her bare breasts in a shirt, now seemingly one size too small. “I just needed your dick.” Despite Ethan’s protests, Casey rushed to dress herself again, grab her things and, with a small goodbye, headed out the door.

As she walked outside, ‘Casey’ breathed a sigh of relief. A trickle of green began to fall from her nostrils. “Nngh, getting hard to keep it all in her.” She muttered, slime on her tongue as well. The natural reproduction process had been underway since the infiltrator first claimed a host. Maintaining the appearance of an unpossessed human took increasingly constant effort, made even harder now by the influx of human reproductive fluid expediting the process. It had taken all its effort to remain within Casey as she fucked Ethan, and not have him notice what might have been inside his mistress. If the infiltrator wanted to remain in Casey and not arouse suspicion, it needed to expel a clone, but there wasn’t quite enough slime coalesced within her to make a new consciousness. The possessed woman climbed into her car, but stopped a moment.

“There has to be a way to get more comfortable…” She thought. Then she got an idea. Grabbing the waistband of her sweatpants, she pulled down until her crotch was once again exposed, now leaking green goo. Casey bit her lip tightly as those lower lips began to part, feeling the sensation of being fucked in reverse. A large hunk of slime emerged from her cunt, oozing its way forth and beginning to reform on its own. Casey glanced back and forth to make sure no prying eyes were nearby, then reached down to grab her newly formed, rapidly expanding slime penis. Its semisolid shape felt physically pleasurable in her fingers, as though it were her own cock.

“I’m not even going to question how that connects to the pleasure centers of her brain.” She grinned. The size and shape of the thing wasn’t exactly subtle, but it was much easier to let out of Casey’s body than hold it inside her. Besides, she only needed to keep it for another hour or so. At her time on the base, she had taken the opportunity to look over the personnel files. She had her next target. So the slime-leaking woman put her car in drive, one hand still on her new appendage.

Yet another thing about humanity that surprised the infiltrator was the sprawl of their cities. Humans clearly didn’t like to live too close to one another. On its missions, it had been to dozens of worlds, and most advanced ones stacked millions in massive living spaces. Humans, though, had something called “suburbia”, a great expanse of house upon house, large homes for small groups of people. Dr. Maya Khan, for example, lived in a place big enough for ten others, yet she lived alone. This suited the infiltrator’s needs.

Casey’s car pulled over just down the street. At this time of night, the lights in most houses were off, their occupants likely asleep. A few lights still remained on in Dr. Khan’s house. That left her with options.

First was perhaps the most obvious. Dr. Khan may not have known Casey all that well, but she certainly recognized her. Perhaps that would get her to open the door long enough for her to strike?

Then again, that might not be possible. By this point, the short-haired human was oozing green goo from every orifice, not to mention the giant green dick she’d sprouted. It was impossible to control; there was simply too much of the infiltrator to keep inside a host body, away from suspicion.

The second option had only recently come to be. The infiltrator could sense that its reproduction cycle had come to an end. If enough slime split off from its main body, it would form a clone consciousness. Maybe it would be better off on its own? After all, that’d happen sooner or later. But maybe it could also use a bit of help…?