Rita begins to change

For a good five minutes, Rita rolled on the ground, softly moaning as the creature within her womb began to mesh itself with her body.

Rita could feel it shifting and sliding. At times, there was pain: short, hot bursts that quickly faded into emptiness and warmth. Mostly, there was pleasure. The intense feeling of being filled with something entirely alien and saturated in evil.

Through all of it, Rita was distant. Something within kept her from acting, subduing the otherwise obvious panic. Her body felt calm, almost languid.

Minutes stacked up and the demonic flesh pierced the college girl's tissues, invading her young, fit body.

Soon, there were thoughts. Little whispers at the edges of Rita's consciousness. Something in the way they appeared on the inner screen of her mind told her that these thoughts were not her own. Not quite.

Some of these whispers told her to not be afraid. To be overjoyed, in fact, that she was lucky enough to have been chosen for joining.

Other thoughts promised eternal pleasure. A sudden click brought these thoughts into focus. Rita could suddenly "feel" the alien tentacle within her, not as a separate entity housed in a cavity of her body. It wasn't quite a part of her either. Not yet. However, the two beings' sensations were now connected.

This brought more alien thoughts into Rita's mind. These thoughts were more intrusive, grasping her focus immediately. They appeared as any thought did, out of the ether of the mind. However, Rita didn't have a reference point for these thoughts.

They were more impulses. Urges really. Rita felt a tingle in the worm within her. It felt...almost itchy, but not quite. More pleasant and giddy.

Had Rita grown up as a boy, she would have realized that the sensation in her worm-part was not unlike what an aroused penis would feel like, only deeper and much more intense.

An image of a woman flashed in Rita's mind. Her roommate Mandy. A cute girl with a supple dancers body and curly blonde hair. Rita felt another itchy, tingly throb in her worm-part combined with a deep, aching need to fill...something.

Rita felt a burst of energy and stumbled onto her feet. Scanning off into the distance, she saw that her car was parked not too far.

The cool air felt nice on Rita's exposed skin. She had been overheating ever since the worm had...ever since the joining.

As Rita walked, she felt a tingle in her breasts. The college girl's impressive c-cups started to slowly bulge against her sports bra. With each step, Rita's breasts felt bigger and more sensitive. Before long, her formerly modest sports bra was starting to struggle to hold in Rita's swelling bosoms. Smooth, tanned cleavage peaked out of the top and bottom of the straining garment.

The edges of the fabric were starting to dig into Rita's boobs, hurting more than she expected. With a strength Rita didn't know she possessed, the college co-ed ripped her garment to shreds and walked topless to her car. She was shocked how perky her breasts were for their dramatically increased size.

Rita's ass and legs were undergoing similar metamorphosis, giving her an almost Amazonian stature.

She felt so powerful and strong all of a sudden. It was as if a deep well of strength had suddenly opened up within her center.

Rita reached her car and felt her worm-part start to shift. The joining was nearly complete. There were more thoughts. All them were alien, strange urges, but Rita accepted each one as her own.

She just so desperately wanted to fill...something.