House Call

The agents' first stop was a small homestead near the cabin that was currently being rented out as a vacation home to whoever wanted to get away for the weekend. The property manager had apparently called the police about some sort of home invasion reported by one of her guests, but the report was dismissed as a hoax when the manager began talking about bizarre details of ghosts and aliens. To the AUP agents however, that sounded like an average Tuesday.

The black sedan pulled up the long dirt driveway to the old white homestead that was currently unoccupied. Already parked out front, the property manager, dressed in a pencil skirt and blouse, stepped out of her Minivan as Julia and Brianna parked the car. "Are you Mrs. Stenson?" Brianna asked as the two agents exited the vehicle.

"Yep! And you're both the State inspectors?" The dark haired property manager asked as she eyed up the two women.

"Hazardous waste inspectors, like we talked about on the phone." Julia smiled as she answered. "Like we said, there was a small chemical spill nearby, and we think some of it may have found its way over here."

Mrs. Stenson's eyes flicked nervously to the house for a moment, then back to the two agents. "Yes. That would - ahem - that might explain what happened. On the phone, you said it wasn't toxic? Just caused hallucinations?"

"That's what we believe." Brianna replied. "Although we're not totally sure. Can you tell us exactly what happened here?"

Mrs. Stenson once again looked nervously to the house, before closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.

"It all started about three weeks ago..."

Linda Stenson had awoken Saturday morning to a very strange text from her guests at the old farmstead she was renting for the weekend. She honestly could not make heads or tales of it, but it seemed that they had already left early and would not be returning. Strangely enough, she received two different messages. The first one was from the husband who claimed that they would need a refund, as something had happened with his wife, and they had decided to call the trip off early. The other message had been from the wife herself. It had said: There's something in that house. Did you know about it? If you know what I'm talking about, message me privately. I wouldn't mind learning a bit more, if you know what I mean.

Mrs. Stenson, in fact did not know what the woman meant. Either way, she had to go check on the place after the guests had left, so she decided to head over right away to see if she could make sense of whatever had happened. Figuring she would stop by the gym afterwards, she threw on a pair of tight athletic shorts, a black tank top and tennis shoes, then a pair of sweatpants and a short sweater overtop. When she arrived, she found the house practically untouched. She could tell where the couple had slept in the bed and maybe cooked a meal, but that was about it. She was about to head out and call her cleaning service when she heard a noise come from the basement.

Her first though was mice. The house had had a few in the past, but she had thought the exterminator had taken care of them. She opened the basement door and descended down into it's depths to see if she could find any trace of the critters. She really did not want to have to call the exterminator again. She flipped on the lights and surveyed the dingy space. Aside from the old boiler, pipes, and scattered furniture, there was no sign of any mice down here. She was about to head back upstairs, when she heard something small shuffle across the ground behind the boiler. She quickly walked over, dreading to find a rodent, but found something else entirely.

"What is that?" She muttered aloud.

On the ground next to the boiler, a small green blob about the size of a large coin was slowly slithering out from beneath the shadow of the boiler.

"Gross." She sneered and raised her foot to squash the weird creature.

To her surprise, as her foot came down, it was seemingly stopped by an invisible **** several inches above the slime. After a moment of struggling, she pulled her foot back and looked down at the slime in confusion. The slime had seemingly split in two after her attack, and the pieces now perked up at her curiously, seemingly studying this new woman. Undeterred, Mrs. Stenson tried again to squish the creature, this time hopping slightly to land on the pieces with both feet.

To her shock, she felt the same invisible **** beneath her feet, but this time it reacted to her ****, and she suddenly found herself flying back through the air as if she had jumped onto the world's strongest trampoline. She cried out as she crashed down on a plush red loveseat about ten feet away. Unharmed but disoriented, she pulled herself together and saw that the blob had now split into about a dozen smaller pieces and six of them were quickly slithering towards her.

"Eep!" She yelped, and quickly pulled her feet up onto the loveseat.

Mrs. Stenson did not know what those things were, but so far stepping on them seemed like a bad idea. The six little droplets slithered out of sight beneath the furniture she was perched on. Looking up, she noticed the other droplets darting off throughout the basement in seemingly random directions.

"Woah!" She gasped as the loveseat suddenly began to shake.

She turned over onto her knees and grabbed the arm rest for support as all at once, the small couch began to miraculously float into the air.

"What!?" She cried out in astonishment as the loveseat wobbled about as it hovered gently up and down a meter off the ground.

Mrs. Stenson yelped as she felt something goose her rear, and her eyes widened in fear and surprise as she looked over her shoulder to see what appeared to be a hand stretching out from the back of the small sofa to fondle her ass. More hands made of couch began to sprout from the floating loveseat and began to grab at her thighs and boobs. She tried to swat them away, but when one appendage got a good handful of her tits in its fondling grasp, she decided this was a losing fight.

She pushed herself away from the fondling furniture and fell to the ground. She landed with a stumble and ran across the basement to escape the crazy couch. She came to a quick halt at a row of wooden workbenches lined against the far wall, and turned to realize that the couch was between her and the only door out of the room. As she stared at the couch, movement on the floor caught her eye, and she saw another piece of the green slime slither across the floor and hop up onto the old boiler seated in the middle of the basement floor. It quickly disappeared when it slithered into the old mechanical beast, so Mrs. Stenson turned her attention back to the couch.

The floating furniture did not seem to be coming after her, and all the grabby hands had retreated back into the upholstery. Slowly, she began to edge her way around the basement, hoping to just quickly slip past the bizarre sight. A loud clank and rattle brought her attention back to the old coal fed furnace seated about twelve feet away as it seemed to be firing up, despite it not having worked in forty years.

"What the fuck?"

Mrs. Stenson eyed the boiler as it seemed to rattle to life and emanate a dull green glow from within. The metal grate at the coal shoot suddenly flew open, and a sudden **** of air began to suck into the opening.

"Woah woah!" The woman cried out, turning to grab a metal pipe bolted into the wall as the **** overtook her.

Her feet were lifted off the ground as the invisible **** sucked and pulled her towards the boiler. She held on for dear life as she waved about like a flag in the wind. The **** almost seemed to focus all of a sudden, and Mrs. Stenson's grey sweatpants were suddenly yanked down her legs to expose her short tight red spandex athletic bottoms beneath. Her pants flew down her pale toned legs, and after a bit more struggling, they flew off her tennis shoes and were sucked through the air into the open grate of the furnace.

Once her pants had disappeared into the opening, the metal grate slammed shut, and the invisible **** relented. Her feet fell back to the ground, and she looked back over her shoulder at the boiler, her hand still tightly griping the old metal pipe for safety. She stared at the boiler wide eyed and speechless.

"That's...That's not..." She stammered as her gaze drifted to the hovering couch still floating near the only door out of the basement.

She released her grip on the pipe, slowly backing towards the far side of the basement while keeping the boiler and couch trained in her sights. She soon found herself back against the workbenches as she tried again to determine how to escape. Looking up behind her, she finally noticed the small windows seated at the top of the wall, placed just at ground level letting in the morning sun. They were small, and Mrs. Stenson was not sure she could fit. The boiler rattled again as the slime inside it seemed to be doing something else. Figuring it was the better option, Mrs. Stenson reluctantly turned her back on the basement and scrambled up on top of the workbench.

She tried to fiddle with the latch, but it seemed to be rusted shut. "C'mon..." She muttered desperately.

Giving it another good tug, the latch cracked, then snapped open. "Yes!" She cried out, throwing open the small window.

Reaching out to grab the outer bricks of the house's foundation, she began to pull herself up and out through the small opening. She kicked her legs as she struggled upwards, managing to shimmy her shoulders through the window. Placing her hands on the grass she began to pull herself the rest of the way through but stopped as her hips wedged against the window frame.

"For god's sake!" She cried out as she tried to **** her hips through the window, but to no avail.

She kicked her legs desperately as she realized all she had done was make her situation worse. She tried to push herself back through the window, but found to her horror she was stuck.

"You've got to be kidding me!"

As she struggled to push herself back through, she froze. She began to feel what could only be described as five small droplets of some sort of slick substance hopping onto her bare legs. At first, she thought it was the pipes leaking above her, until the droplets began to move. Her eyes widened in horror as she realized pieces of that strange slime had somehow hopped onto her legs, and were now slithering up them.

"No no no no!" She kicked her legs uselessly as they continued their journey upwards.

Three of the droplets traveled up over her rear and seemed jump off onto the window sill in which she was stuck. The other two took a different path. Wriggling into the leg holes of her bottoms, they slithered up beneath the fabric over her ass until they beginning to delve into her cheeks.

"Oh...god..." She groaned.

The little droplets hummed with some sort of energy or power. Whatever it was, it emanated off of them in a sort of tingling field that tickled her skin. The two intrepid droplets slipped further up her bum until they were both literally circling her asshole. "Mmmm, nnngh..." Mrs. Stenson grunted, her face turning red at the feelings she was having.

One of the droplets remained at it's ticklish patrol of her rim, and the other split off to search further. It slowly slithered up between her legs, until in not time at all it was dancing up the bottom of her pussy.

"Oh. My. God." She groaned as it delved into her lips.

Mrs. Stenson's heart had gone from beating with adrenaline to beating with lust. She was still undeniably freaked out, but somehow this stuff had turned her on with barely a touch. Well, maybe more than a touch...

"Nnngh. Oh fuck!" She gasped as the droplet at her pussy suddenly dove into her flower.

At that moment, the window sill holding her in place suddenly creaked, and the wooden frame miraculously yawned outwards, freeing her. Her frantic energy now directed elsewhere, Mrs. Stenson slid back through the window into the basement.

"I...I...Oh..." She stumbled backwards a few steps across the workbench until her feet stepped back into empty air.

"Oh!" She gasped in alarm as she plummeted backwards towards the concrete floor below. Instead of smacking onto the hard surface, Mrs. Stenson was surprised when she felt her fall broken as she plumped down onto a soft cushioned surface.

"Wha-" She mumbled as she looked down at her savior.

The flying, groping couch had flown over and seemingly caught her, now hovering back up into the air. "Oooh!" She gripped the back of the small couch as the droplet in her cooch began to swirl around, increasing it's humming intensity.

Limbs once again formed and sprouted from the fabric reaching out to grab at her. She did not fight the possessed furniture this time, and instead leaned her head back with a groan as the droplet circling her asshole decided to take this moment to dive inside. Hands reached around to grope her tits, as others sprouted out to massage her thighs.

"This...this is... oh fuck this feels amazing." Mrs. Stenson moaned as the hands slowly pulled her thighs apart.

The window sill she had been stuck in slowly creaked and groaned as shifted back into its normal shape. Mrs. Stenson looked up at it with eyes hazy with lust to see three small green goos emerge from the wood. The couch hovered up towards the window with the woman splayed out beneath its advances, ant the three little droplets hopped onto the floating furniture to join in.

Mrs. Stenson looked down at the three droplets perched between her thighs, and licked her lips as the goos continued to play with her insides while the furniture groped her. One of the small slimes began to subtly glow, and the crotch of her spandex bottoms was suddenly pulled aside by a seemingly invisible ****. With a small rubbery squeal, the droplets dove in, and Mrs. Stenson cried out in ecstasy.

"And then what happened?" Julia asked as Mrs. Stenson continued to retell her tale.

"Well, I, um... Well I came. It was one of the best orgasms I've had in...um..." She sheepishly looked away.

"It's okay Mrs. Stenson, there's nothing to worry about." Brianna assured her as she continued to scratch done some notes. "What happened next?

"Well after we had finished, everything just sort of went back to normal. Obviously I got out of there quickly, and I haven't been back since."

"Has anyone else stayed here since then?" Julia questioned.

"What? No. No of course not." Mrs. Stenson's eyes darted over to the house, then back to the two investigators.

"Alright, good. Have you encountered this... substance anytime after what happened in the house?"

"I...um...no. Like I said, I haven't been back." Mrs. Stenson cleared her throat and shifted her feet. "Look, I don't mean to be rude, but I really need to make some phone calls. You have the keys, so feel free to search around as much as you like. Just drop them off at the office afterwards if I have to leave."

"You don't want to come inside?" Brianna asked.

Mrs. Stenson bit her lip and glanced back at the house, before shaking her head. "No...I...Not yet. Just let me know if you find anything."

"Alright we understand. We'll be in touch Mrs. Stenson." Julia nodded as she turned back to discuss the woman's story with her partner.

The homeowner smiled sheepishly and turned back to her car. She pulled herself into the drivers side and shut the door, pulling out her phone behind the windhield to make make a call. As she talked to whoever was on the other end of the call, Brianna glanced sideways at the vehicle. "There's something she wasn't telling us." She muttered to her partner.

"I know. We'll have to do some more searching into her. For now though, let's make sure this house is cleared."

"Agreed." Brianna nodded, and the two agents made there way up to the door of the farmhouse.

"They're going into the house now." Mrs. Stenson spoke into the phone as she watched the two agents walk up the steps to her rental. "I told them mostly what happened but..." She bit her lip and shuddered. "I'll call you back later." She ended the call and dropped the phone with a shaky hand.

She gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands and slowly spread her legs apart. "Was that -mmm- was that what you wanted?" She asked the seemingly empty car.

Below, her skirt began to slide up her thighs as if pulled by invisible hands. She raised herself up slightly in her seat to allow her skirt to yank up over her backside and bunch up around her waist. "Ooooh, okay." She moaned.

Between her legs, the crotch of her panties seemed to be stroking her mound, as if the garment had a mind of its own. The chair beneath her began to shake, and a phallus made of fabric suddenly sprouted up between her legs, joining in the panties to stroke her pussy. She reached back with one hand and grabbed her headrest, bouncing up slightly with a small gasp as something seemed to be happening beneath her.

The keys then turned themselves in the ignition, and the minivan roared to life. "Mmmm, yes!" She groaned, squirming in her seat as the car began to drive itself, pulling away from the house and off back to the road.

Mrs. Stenson did not know if the agents could see her, but right now she could not care. As the car sped off towards the city, she moaned with pleasure as her new mysterious friend had its way with her below.