Hard Times

Kelli's crotch throbbed.

The heat spreading through her body seemed to be concentrating in that one spot. And, as heat often does, it tried to rise.

And it took her hips with it.

It didn't bother asking her brain's permission.

"Stop!" she gasped, as black claws erupted from her fingertips. "Make it stop!"

The monster tilted her head again. "Why?" it asked. "What can you offer me?"

"I-I-I-"

Kelli tries to push the bulge in her shorts back in. Tries. Instead, her new claws wrap around it. The claws make little holes in her pants.

Which gives her new cock just enough wriggle room to burst through, and thrust proudly into the cold night air.

The monster slides its hips down, and bends over, almost in half, to flick its tongue out. It wraps around the head of Kelli's cock, makes sends shivers up her spine.

Then it takes the cock into its warm mouth.

Then its voice, in Kelli's head, says, "Wouldn't you rather be...the perfect organism?"