Side story: Sniper on the sofa

As soon Tamara gave the order to hide, Emily rushes to one of the abandoned houses. The front door is already open so she didn’t have to waste time breaking in. A very good thing, so it seems. As a large wad of sperm landed just outside after she got in. She turns back to look at it. She has never seen so much sperm in her life. But even worse, this sperm was dissolving the stones it landed on. Imagine what it could do to her if she was but a second later. For a second Emily imagines herself naked on her knees, moaning as ten guys spray their sperm all over her.

She quickly shakes the image out of her head and runs to one of the windows. Right in front of that window is a sofa. Emily gets onto the soft furniture and looks out the window, sniper rifle in hand.

“Wow.” Emily says to herself. “It’s like raining sperm over here. The hell would this do if we didn't have better cover?”

Then she imagines all 200 women of Third company naked and with swollen bellies full of towerling babies. She shakes the image out her head again.

“God dammit why do I have to have such an active imagination.”

Suddenly the sofa under her opens across its length, momentarily turning into a giant mouth. Long tentacles come out of the gap and grab Emily by her wrists. She drops her rifle and screams as she gets pulled into the sofa’s mouth. Then the sofa closes, cutting off the scream, leaving only an abandoned sniper rifle lying next to it.

“Oh my god. No. No! I am not one of your victims! I am not going to be your sex toy!” Emily screams as the tentacles are trying to restrain her.

Despite her words, she already imagines herself nude again. This time with tentacles wrapped around her breasts and shoved into her mouth, ass and pussy. More tentacles come out of the flesh-like walls around her. They wrap themselves around her body, making it more difficult for her to struggle. Then her arms are pulled above her head making it so she can’t struggle any more. Once she’s in this position mucus starts to form on the fleshy wall above her. It drips onto her clothes and body, dissolving away her uniform.

“No. Please, don’t.” Emily begs. “I am a human. Not a toy. Please, stop it.”

But the mimic continues coating her with mucus until all her clothes have dissolved.

Now nude and glistening with mucus, the mimic pulls Emily’s legs apart. She tries her best to keep her knees together, but the tentacles are too strong. With her legs open, Emily sees a thicker tentacle slowly squirm toward her pussy.

“Please. Don’t fuck me.” Emily begs, while her imaginations shows her moaning in pleasure while getting fucked.

The thick tentacle disappears between her legs and then she feels her pussy being stretched open. Once it is so far inside her that it touches her cervix it starts fucking her. At first Emily grits her teeth and forces herself silent. After a while she starts breathing heavily. Then she starts groaning. In the meantime, the tentacle fucking her stimulates her cervix. Motivating it to stretch. Once her opening is big enough, the tentacle slides past and fucks itself into her womb. That is when the pleasure becomes too much for Emily and she starts moaning. It is also when she feels a bulge in the tentacle trying to push itself into her vagina.

A group of soldier from Third Company walk into the room in search for any who hid inside from the bombardment inside this building. They find a lone sniper rifle and head further inside the building. A few minutes later they come back without results. They leave the building and count Emily as MIA. They never even notice the sofa.

As the first egg slides past her cervix and pops out of the tentacle into her womb, Emily can’t help but orgasm. She doesn’t want to, but does it anyways. Then a second egg pops into her womb. And a third, and a fourth and a fifth. Then the tentacle finally pulls out of her. Emily looks at her belly and sees it is slightly swollen. Her imagination shows her how she’ll look like a few months from now. A large pregnant belly, swollen tits, enlarged areola’s and nipples the size of pacifiers.
Then a pair of transparent tentacles with suction cups attach themselves to her cute little nipples and start sucking milk out of them.
Emily lets her head hang back and yells “Nooooo!!!”
But there is nothing she can do about it anymore.