Moving on

Feeling like he's taken up enough of Mrs Samuels' valuable time Michael decides to leave her body. He spreads her legs wide and concentrates on becoming himself once more.

His awareness of his slug body returns and for a moment he experiences a curious duality as he feels both his pussy being stretched open to allow his fat alien form passage and at the same time he feels her slick velvet walls wrapped all around as he's pushed back into the light.

Seconds later he is dropping to the floor, wholly a separate being once more.

The older woman lolls back in her chair dazed from the after effects of her possession.

Racial memories whisper at the back of Michael's mind telling him she'll be in a highly suggestible state for the next few minutes after which she'll fully recover her wits with no memory of his presence.

He tries to call up to her taking the opportunity to give her a false memory of the morning to avoid any chance she'll notice the gap in her memories. Unfortunately his current form has only the most rudimentary vocal anatomy and all his lipless maw can manage is a sharp hiss.

Seems like he'll have to switch back to human mode if he wants to give her the Men in Black treatment...