Sarah

As you slip into a tank top that compliments the tight, ass accentuating athletic shorts you're wearing, you walk to the door. Greeting Sarah happily, the two of you chat about inconsequential things as you feel the hybrid alien slugs in your slimy womb writhing about - it won't be long now before one of them is slithering into the blonde beside you.

Since it's lunch time, the two of you continue to chat as Sarah prepares some food while you make a pair of smoothies, waiting for the right moment to add some slime from your swollen, modified tits to your friend's drink. Asking the blonde to get you another bag of frozen berries from downstairs, you watch Sarah's pert bottom as she leaves the kitchen, before turning back to the blender in front of you. Slipping your fingers under the fabric of your top, you pull the garment up to reveal your recently-enchanced breasts, full of alien-human hybrid slime and oh-so-sensitive. Pulling the lid of the blender off, you lean over and squeeze, watching as the greenish fluid streams from your puffy nipple. A minute later, and you twist your body repeat the process with your right breast, gently licking the residual slime off your left nipple as the right one oozes more slime. and as you hear Sarah's footsteps returning, you wipe the slime from your right nipple with your hand and hastily pull your top back into place. Gently licking the slime off your hand as Sarah walks in, your friend doesn't recognise the slimy addition to the blender as anything suspicious, so you continue to act normally and finish making the drinks.

Your friend either doesn't care about your prominent, stiff nipples that stick out under your top, or is too polite to day anything, but you can't help your eager horniness as your sit down to eat with your next target. With each mouthful of smoothie, you see your slime beginning to have it's effects on the blonde's body and mind, as it's not long before she's fidgeting in her seat, with nipples as hard as yours.

With time on your side, you decide to continue to maintain the act, moving your conversation to your room as you watch Sarah's face slowly flush with confused arousal. Evaluating your options, you realize you need a way to get Sarah in the right frame of mind to become your next sluggy ****; that is to say, stupidly horny and well slimed. Looking at her on the bed, sitting near you, it's not out of the question that your enhanced hybrid body may be able to hold Sarah down long enough for a slug to slither into her skull, but the direct route is rarely the most rewarding. As you sit and talk, you ponder the question below, before making a decision.