Susan, a friend from college

Crap! Stacy had forgotten Susan was dropping by to lend her some studying material.

"Just a second!" she yelled, dressing in a hurry before rushing to the door.

"Hi, Stace!" Susan said cheerfully. "Sleeping in again?"

Stacy blushed. Her marks were falling behind really badly, and her poor sleeping pattern was only part of the problem.

"Yeah," she said, wondering whether or not to tell her friend about the... no, that wasn't a smart idea. There really wasn't a sane way to tell her friend that some kind of worm had eaten her tongue and was living in her mouth.

The awkward silence carried on for a bit too long, and Susan hefted the satchel she was carrying.

"Aren't you going to ask me in? These books aren't going to read themselves."

"Sorry!" Stacy blurted out, backing away from the door and leading Susan into the kitchen.

The cardboard tube was still on the floor. Stacy picked it up and threw it out with a shudder.

"You seem a bit spacey," Susan said. "Are you okay?"

"Not really," Stacy admitted. "This morning was a bit weird."

"Weird how?"

"It's... nothing, really. What do I owe you for the notes?"

Susan dropped the satchel to the table and gave Stacy a hug.

"Oh, I don't know. Dinner at six?"

Susan was in an open relationship and had said so as soon as they'd met. Stacy hadn't been dating at the time, but she definitely wasn't into other girls, much to Susan's disappointment, but that hadn't stopped her trying to ask her again at every opportunity.

Stacy was about to laugh nervously and push her friend away when a shiver ran through her body. Her eyes widened in disbelief as her arms rose slowly of their own accord and hugged Susan back.

"Oh?" was all Susan had time to say before she gasped at the sudden sensation of Stacy kissing her lower neck.

"Hel-lo," she said playfully. "This isn't like you, Stacy."

It isn't me! Stacy thought in horror as she was **** to hold Susan at arms length, staring mutely into her eyes.

Susan's smile turned into a mystified expression as the silence drew out.

"Stace? You okay?"

No! Stacy tried to scream, but instead her body smiled and pulled Susan and kissed her deeply.

Stacy felt hands running up her shoulders to the back of her head, pulling her into the kiss that she'd unwillingly instigated, a helpless spectator in her own body.

Susan was practically panting as they broke the kiss, her eyes lit up with lust.

"I'm going to fuck you so hard, you'll forget what boyfriends are for."

Stacy's body hesitated before dragging Susan into the bedroom, releasing her at the door and leaping onto the bed, legs spread open expectantly.

Susan didn't need any instructions, crawling onto the sheets with a predatory expression on her face.

Stacy tried in vain to change the exultant smirk of her own expression, tried to twitch or shift in any way that might indicate that she wasn't in control of herself, but if she succeeded, Susan didn't notice it. As Stacy watched her friend's face dip between her thighs, her vision rose to the ceiling and went dark as her eyes closed.

Trapped and blind, the sensation of kisses pattering across her inner thighs became inescapable, dominating her senses. They ran up her leg, edging closer and closer to her nether lips before jumping the gap and crawling slowly down the other side. Her pussy twitched in frustration as each time, the kisses grew closer and closer only to dance away again.

The first lick caught Stacy by surprise and her body spasmed as the pleasure of finally being touched directly shot through her like an electric shock. Another lick made her legs feel like jelly, quivering as she felt Susan's tongue go to work on her pussy. Her body's arousal had begun to cloud her thoughts, individual sensations between her legs merging into a steady stream of ecstasy as she felt her lips and clit being licked and sucked and stroked and...

Stacy's body squeaked in shock as she felt the finger penetrating her, pushing aside her inner walls as it dug in up to the knuckle. Her pussy clamped down on the intruder, sucking greedily as it curved gently, stroking her insides. Stacy had lost the desire to regain control of her body, helpless before the waves of paralysing pleasure that caused her breath to come out in **** whimpers.

She'd never felt like this before. Never on her own, or with her admittedly small number of partners. She wondered vaguely whether Susan had some kind of magic touch, but a suddenly writhing in her mouth reminded her that her body wasn't quite human anymore.

Her tongue had begun to thrash around, its full length rubbing against the inside of Stacy's mouth as it secreted something slimy and sweet. Stacy couldn't stop her body from swallowing, nor the strange sense of pleasure that emanated from her mouth as her tongue coiled around itself as though trying to...

My tongue wants to get off, Stacy realised, through the pink mist filling her mind.

As though to confirm her thoughts, the pressure that had been building throughout her entire body burst like a dam, numbing her mind with the sheer power of sensation. She spasmed, twitching on the damp sheets as her body tried to recover from the onslaught. When she finally opened her eyes, it was to see Susan on her knees and grinning, her face covered in Stacy's juices.

Susan wiped them off with the back of her hand, crawling forward to kiss Stacy again. Stacy couldn't muster the willpower to feel even the slightest disgust at having to taste herself on another girl's tongue, surrendering herself to the experience as her body regained its composure.

"Your turn," she heard Susan whisper and felt herself being pushed down onto the pillows while Susan straddled her face.

The sight of a bare pussy in front of her caused something inside Stacy to break. A sudden animal rush of desire coursed through her head as her tongue shot out and began to trace its trip across the juice that had begun to trickle down Susan's legs.

A delighted sigh from above goaded Stacy's tongue higher, lapping left and right in a frenzied parody of Susan's own delicate teasing. Already, Stacy could feel Susan's thighs shaking on either side of her head as the woman was brought quickly to the edge.

"O-oohh, g-gaawd~" the moan came from above, followed by a cut-off yelp as Susan's thighs pressed themselves against Stacy's ears.

Even trapped in sudden darkness, Stacy's tongue continued to dance along Susan's tender flesh, licking up and down the moist folds of her pussy without ever penetrating them. Stacy could hear - could feel - Susan's racing heartbeat through her thighs.

Stacy felt her arms suddenly rise, grabbing Susan by the waist and wrestling her down onto the bed. Susan herself wriggled into position, opening her legs with a **** expression on her face.

There was a brief, agonising moment of hesitation before Stacy's body descended upon Susan's pussy, plunging every inch of its serpentine tongue into the pulsing warmth beyond.

"Oh, fuck!" Susan screamed, the pleasure blinding her to the strangeness of being penetrated by an inhumanly long tongue.

Stacy's mind was a mess, overrun by the bizarre sensation of having her tongue buried deep within someone, pumping and fucking them like a cock and they writhed beneath her, moaning obscenities. She could taste Susan's pussy, Susan's sweat and... something else. Something her tongue hunted for ravenously.

The taste grew strong at a tight entrance, and as Stacy felt her tongue pierce a ring of resistance, she realised that she had penetrated Susan's cervix.

Susan's back arched as she let loose an animal scream, and it was clear that she had reached the point where pain and pleasure became one, her mind unable to operate under the sensory overload.

If she had retained her senses, she might have felt something long and thick worming around her insides, nuzzling at the inside of her womb.

Stacy tasted blood, felt the tip of her tongue open like a flower and delicately pluck... something from deep within Susan's body. The sensation of it being swallowed by her tongue, traveling down its length and disappearing down her throat brought Stacy to a shuddering climax as she collapsed, pulling her tongue out of Susan with a slurp.

Both women collapsed, their bodies still twitching as the sounds of their laboured panting filled the room.

"Sta... cy..." Susan gasped. "Wha... the... fuh..."

Stacy felt her own body lurch to its feet and stumble groggily to the kitchen, leaving the paralysed Susan behind.

Stacy watched in numb bemusement as her body opened the fridge and took out a litre of milk and what remained of a dozen eggs before cracking them open, mixing them together and downing the lot. Stacy felt the cold, slimy mixture flowed straight into her stomach before her body tottered back into the bedroom where Susan had passed out.

Pushing the **** woman to one side of the mattress, Stacy watched her own body slump down next to her and what little energy was left suddenly drained away. She barely had time to wonder what had just happened when the darkness of sleep fell on her like a hammer.

Stacy woke with a start in the red light of the setting sun, and wondered why.

She sat up and realised that she felt incredibly gross, her skin sticky from the damp sheets and the room stank of sex. She reached out blindly and jumped in surprise when her hand came in contact with another person in bed with her.

The sight of Susan's face brought the memories of the day crashing back on her, and Susan felt about to faint when a sudden lurching sensation in her chest brought her to a terrified halt.

*What happened while we were... going down on each other?" Stacy thought, remembering the taste of blood and the satisfaction of consuming... something.

The lurch returned, this time making Stacy feel as though she was about to throw up and she ran to the bathroom. She had just fallen to her knees in front of the toilet when a shiver ran up her body.

Slowly, deliberately, her body stood up from the toilet and walked up to the mirror. Stacy's panicked efforts to regain control were futile, a barely audible squeak escaping her lips as she tried to scream.

Her reflection's expression changed from that of abject terror to a sinister smile. When the next lurch came, it made a face as though experiencing intense pleasure. Stacy realised that to the creature controlling her, perhaps it was.

She was **** to stand immobile and watch her body pretending to get off, all while a growing sensation indicated that something wriggling in her chest was trying to crawl its way out. Stacy's heart stopped in horror as the accuracy of that thought shot home.

Her face cracked an evil grin in response, and the next lurch brought her body to its knees, its hands massaging her collarbone, trying to coax something out of her body.

She felt it twitch at first, then roil as it came to life and tried to wriggle its way out of its confines in earnest. She thought it might be like throwing up in slow motion, but was struck with a sense of immense relief when it finally left her chest and begun to squirm its way up her throat.

It's giving birth! she cried inside her own head. *Oh my god, I'm giving birth!"

The pleasure of something warm and soft crawling through the inside of her tongue warred with her own distress and disgust, all of them growing together as Stacy watched her tongue swell to a freakish thickness.

She saw the tip open, letting something thick and pink poke out. It wriggled in the fluorescent light. She gagged, her tongue squeezing the thing out of her and just as the larger part of its body sprang free, her hands rose up to catch it with a wet splat.

Dreading what she would see, Stacy felt her eyes drawn irresistibly down.

It wasn't a worm.

Its flesh was soft, moist and a deep, fleshy red and it grew outwards like a starfish, its limbs waving gently in the air. A single limb - thicker than the others - raised itself up and...

Oh God, no...

Opened a pair of eyes the same colour as Susan's.

Stacy's body rose, looking triumphantly in the mirror as it raised the thing to one breast. Stacy felt a tiny mouth attach itself to her nipple and the rhythmic rush of fluid as she was milked by the life her tongue had stolen from Susan's womb.

In her reflection, despite her body's exultant expression, a single tear ran down her cheek.