Imp-vasion of the Body Snatchers

The darkness is stifling as you venture on deeper into the natural chasm in the rock face. Aside from the sound of Brydan’s shallow breathing to your left, the place is eerily silent. Music to your ears. After double checking the unexpectedly shallow recesses of the shelter, you decide that this is a decent enough spot to bunker down until you get your breath back. Sitting across the cold stone interior in stony silence, exchanging an occasional glance with Brydan every time a stone rattles or a gust of wind catches the air funny enough to make an unexpected sound, you prepare to get back to your feet and begin searching for supplies, when you hear an audible gasp from Brydan.

Pivoting on the balls of your feet instantaneously, you turn to see a curious little organism sat on its haunches in the very depths of the cave, regarding you with a wary gaze. For all intensive purposes, the creature resembles the most generic of gargoyles, but in pocket size. From tail to horns, he can’t be more than half a foot tall. Futhermore, it seems to have a decidedly feminine build, with slightlymwide hips and visible bumps on its undefined chest. Combined with his large starry red eyes and curious expression, and you can’t help feeling the little critter is actually rather cute. As you stifle an “Awww”, Brydan grunts her disapproval, backing away from the imp slowly. However, as her foots moves back, it collides with something that definitely wasn’t present when you looked a few seconds before.

Spinning to face the obstacle, Brydan chokes on a groan as she sees another of the mini gargoyles staring up at her from the floor with saucer like yellow eyes, its horned tail draped lazily over the toe of her boot. It lets out a squeak before tugging gently onthe hem of her trouser leg.

“You want me to….pet you?” Brydan raises an eyebrow, her expression full of suspicion. The creature lets out another squeak and claps its hand together enthusiastically. With painful slowness, she bends down and gently pats the bizarre entity, flinching briefly as it nuzzles her hand with its head.

Watching this bizarre spectacle unfold, you catch a glimpse of movement out ofnthe corner of your eye. The first demon is rapidly encroaching on Brydan from behind with alarming speed, and you realise her bent over stance makes her a sitting duck all too late to do anything about it. As the creature being petted adopts a triumphant smirking grin, the adorable sprinting imp vaults, its body contorting into a somersaulting diver’s spin. Before you can shout to alert her to her eminent danger, the creature hits its mark, disappearing through the material of her form-hugging jumpsuit, and from the pained yelp and stiff spine-straightening jolt from Brydan, you have a pretty good idea where it’s ended up. Brydan’s eyes unfocus and her jaw hangs agape as her assailant invades her back passage roughly, her back still rigidly stiff from the intrusion. Seversl seconds later, she drops to her knees, her hands on the floor as she screams. To your horror (and slight arousal), the faint outlines of horns begin to bulge from her head, a slinky forked tail slithers out from her underwear, and her eyes glaze over red, a pair of streaky black lines like mascara forming either side of them. With one final convulsion, Brydan’s expression changes from one of horror to one of wide-eyed jubilation as she erupts bck up to her feet excitedly, her tail wagging like a dog’s as she surveys her own body, a satisfied groan escaping her lips. If you didn’t know any better, you could have sworn that she had never been quite that curvy a couple of minutes ago.

It doesn’t take you long to realise what has happened, and what is likely going to happen to you if you don’t get away from here asap. Turning towards the entrance, you shriek audibly as you catch two more sets of wide eyes, these ones blue and green, between you and the cave exit. Curse your morbid voyeurism for not taking off during Brydan’s possession.

Speaking of taking off, much to your bemusement, the first thing the creature-in-Brydan does with his new vody is wriggle excitedly out of her top, tossing it disdainfully aside and marvelling at her bra-clad breasts. As you fail to disguise your staring, your suspicions about Brydan’s increased proportions are confirmed. Her previously modest breasts are now spilling out over the top of her strained undergarment, which is quickly snipped away by a long nailed finger, leaving the sizeable mounds of flesh to jiggle free in the breeze. Your attention having been been drawn elsewhere, you fail to realise that Imp-Brydan’s eyes are now fixed firmly on yours in an intense stare. You blush as she licks her pillowy top lip, before striding over to you, her hips swaying like a saliva-inducing pendulum as she draws nearer, her fingers beckoning you closer in a “Come hither” motion.

Despite your raging hormones, you resist the temptation to charge face first into her inviting cleavage and remain rooted to the ground, resdying yourself to try and jump the demonic roadblock between you and freedom. Before you can make your move, however, a movement from Brydan catches your attention. She convulses on the spot, a bizarre gurgling escaping her lips as the red hue fades from her eyes and the demonic appendages recede slightly. She gags, her body doubling over as a sizeable bulge works its way uo her neck, and with a retch and a shudder, the red-eyed impis forcefully expelled from her throat like a hairball, sprawling onto the stone below, it’s eyes extinguished. Evidently these little demons can only possess you for so long before being evicted, you realise.

Brydan looks up at you, her eyes glazed and rolling like a drunk’s a hopeful glint of familiarity passes between the two of you, before you notice the pair of gleaming yellow eyes and pointy toothed grin perched atop her shoulder. Once again, you don’t get an opportunity to warn her before the pint-sized possessor shoves his arms inside her ears and scrambles inside, his little feet kicking as he advances further in, his tail being slurped up like a spaghetti string behind him. Brydan eyes cross and her jaw goes slack, her tongue lolling as she once again loses control, her body transforming yet again, this time with yellow in place of red. Within ten seconds, she’s back at her full height, chest pushed out enticingly and yellow gaze undressing you, and you notice she’s holding something in her closed fist. Something with green eyes.

As she brings her arm back in a baseball throw, you swiftly react to your predicament, throwing yourself backwards and landing spreadeagled, head resting against the cave wall as she releases her projectile. The demon stops giggling as it realises Demon-Brydsn his missed her target and it is now sailing toward a wall at high velocity. Your eyes meet in a brief contact as it flies over your head, before it bounces off the wall with a crunch, revounding and landing on your prone chest, much to your chagrin. Your hopes of the imp being knocked **** are extinguished as it leaps to its feet, blowing you a raspberry before sliding one taloned hand benesth your jumpsuit around your midriff, flashing you a wink just seconds before it dives face first at your belly button, wriggling its way inside in a matter of seconds. You gasp and double over, clawing at your stomach desprstely in an attempt to remove the intruder, but no good comes of it. All too quicklym you feel an unpleasant rumbling in your stomach, and the feeling of horns beginning to rise through your scalp. The feeling isn’t painful, though. In fact, you find yourself sweating as your body is seized from you, and not entirely from fear. Your groin is afire as the sensation spreads, your clit throbbing as its sensitivity increases, your nether region already soaked from watching Brydan get possessed.

“Bloody hell, I am one kinky bitch.” You think as you realise you’re actually into this. You notice Brydan didn’t seem to put up anywhere nesr as much of a fight the second time she got hopped, either. As your vision begins to cloud over, a thin veneer of green tinting your surroundings, you feel your head glance down at your body involuntarily. Still lying down, you gasp as your vision is half-obscured by a wall of glorious breastflesh, rippling delightfully as you squirm and wriggle on the floor. For the first time in your life, you can’t even see your stomach. Your uninvited passenger seems to have the same train of thought, as you feel your hands go to your breasts inexorably, your fingers taking hold of the rock hard nipples and pinching them together firmly. Your body is rocked by a wave of sensation, much greater than anything you’ve ever experienced from touching yourself, and your back arches as your possessor is overwhelmed by the pleasure.

You realise your hand’s next destination before it even begins moving. With expert finesse, your jumpsuit bottoms are ripped away, leaving you bare against the cold stone, yet still searing warm warm from the gathering heat inside you. As a stray finger teases your clit, you audibly squeak, a noise you can’t ever recall having made before. As the possessed limb eagerly ventures even deeper, you feel a bizarre gurgling in your abdomen.

Glancing down, you see a gigantic bulge working its way down through your torso. A gross rumbling echoes around your gut, before suddenly your teeth clench and your eyes bulge out of your skull as somebody attempts to ram a freight train through your ass. You grunt, collapsing exhaustedly back against the rock face, drool oozing out the side of your mouth as you moan unintelligibly. As you **** your eyelids back open, you’re greeting by an ear to ear wall of shiny pointed teeth and a pair of shiny blue eyes directly above your head, and it doesn’t surprise you in the slightest when you feel a tiny pair of hands prize your lips apart. You don’t even out up much reistance as the gremlin stuffs itself inside your mouth, your cheeks bukging in and out as it bashes around inside. In fact, surprising even yourself somewhat, you feel your tongue wrap around the perverted interloper, caressing it and even helping its passage as it funnels its way kicking and wirggling past your uvula, and you even manage to stifle your gag reflex. “Just take me over already!”; Your lust-addled mind screams at the blue-eyed body snatcher as you feel it descend into your stomach, a bloated feeling causing you to sit up forcefully and groan, mere seconds before you feel the return of your demon parts and your vision gets covered by a blue filter.

This demon wastes no time, jumping to your feet immediately and sliding one long, slender finger inside your tight pussy, delicately tickling your folds with practiced finesse. You graze your clit as the hand rises back up and nearly lose your feet in the resultant bucking of your body. Your hand continues to rise, and you wince as you realise where it’s headed, and an overwhelming flood of taste and stimulation hits you as you feel yourself suck on the soaked digit, your tongue running rings around it, determined to cover every last square inch of tastebud with your own juices.

With your tongue still delicately teasing your finger, the monster driving your body glances up, to see Brydan, her eyes glowing police-tape yellow stood just a foot away. You aren’t sure of Brydan’s sexual orientation, you never asked if she was a lesbian, but you have a sneaking suspicion that the entity piloting her just might be.