Carmen sneered. "Amateurs!" She muttered as she surveyed the competition. She was standing on the doorstep of a cozy, suburban middle-class house that had recently seen massive and expansive renovation to add new rooms. A sure fire clue that the competition would be fierce.
"And what makes YOU so special?" snarled one of her competitors, a midnight-haired, tattooed beauty in a red string bikini. A tattoo of two lovers embracing on her taut abs seemed to move as she spoke, the inked lovers embracing on the canvass of her skin.
"I'll do ANYTHING! ANYTHING for him!" moaned a writhing woman whose hair and skin seemed to constantly shift. As she spoke, her blond hair changed color into a pale near-white platinum blond Her eyes changed from green to blue.
"That's not true," Carmen countered. "You don't even care who HE is!"
"He's a man! A man who craves women! He'll crave my body! I'll make sure!" The woman began massaging her smooth buttocks through the sleazy White-lace garters and lingerie she wore, and her ass cheeks seemed to plump up in seconds - widening from a modestly normal girth to the roundness of twin volleyballs. "Men... like asses.... fertility - my body will show him my fertility and he will yearn to fill me with his seed!" She moaned, as her lips grew plump and pouty, and her hair darkened towards a mahogany shade.
"You may need to be more creative, Nora." remarked the White-haired woman with the moving tattoos.
"But I'll do ANYTHING Leila! I'll become whatever he wantsssss!" Nora moaned as her hair grew blond highlights as it turned dark brown while her legs stretched taller. "He'll fuck me! I know it! I know it!" Carmen rolled her eyes.
"You've let your hunger take over your thoughts." Carmen accused the shape-shifting Nora. "He won't be impressed just because you're a desperate nymphomaniac! The days when you could just grab some guy and shove his face between your tits are over! At least in this town!"
"And you?" The woman named Leila asked, resting her hands on her hips as she studied Carmen. "Nice bronze-brown cascading hair.... looks salon-styled, but nothing special. Pretty enough face, boobs no bigger than a Double-D... red cocktail dress and... are those real high-heeled shoes you're wearing?" Leila scoffed. "You look like nothing more than a human supermodel! You should take your own advice!" Carmen let a hint of a smile play across her red-glistening lips.
"Worry about yourself! I've got this Audition covered!" she replied confidently. Leila and Nora frowned.
"The Ad in the paper only mentioned one position!" Leila remarked. "Making him feel sorry for you won't help any more than just bombarding him with tits."
"If you only knew..." Carmen said in a sibilant whisper. Of course, she wasn't about to reveal her best tricks to her competition! The Position, and the sweet, sweet reward would be hers alone!
"Whatever he wants... I'll do... I'll become his desire! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck meeeeeeeee!" Nora gurgled as she caressed her enlarging breasts; sprouting from 5-inch long E-cup melons to party-balloon sized feminine mounds over the course of five seconds. She didn't even seem to hear the conversation; consumed with her dreams of lust and seduction.
It looked as though they were the only three for today, and they waited - planned and schemed on the front porch. Waiting. Studying each other. Leila, skimpy bikini filled to overflowing with ponderous boobs as long as footballs and wide as cantaloupes straining against the spaghetti straps, nipples thrusting prominently, as tattooed images played across her flesh. Silhouettes of gorgeous women, busty fairies, elegant hands and shapely legs. They moved and shifted languidly, as if each and every tattoo was the lover of all the others. Her eyes were shadowed, but her gaze was a brilliant shade of silver-blue. Her ink-White hair cascaded in onyx waves and exuded a hint of jasmine scent.
In this town, just four months ago such a woman could have conjured an army of admirers. She postured, tilted her hips, tossed her hair, jiggled her boobs as the early afternoon sunlight played along her marriage-shattering female curves. A few months ago, if Leila were to merely walk down the street she would leave a chorus of painful slaps in her wake wherever couples might be found. But things had changed; way too much competition these days. But even so, Leila was well suited to the game at hand.
Nora's appearance was hard to succinctly describe, changing constantly the way she did. Some of the time, she had one hair color that was blending slowly into something new, but the rest of the time her hair had patches and streaks of other highlights. But Nora couldn't seem to decide whether her boobs, hips, or legs were more important. Her intentions pathologically nymphomaniacal, it seemed like she couldn't decide what woman to be. A near constant use of her natural shape-shifting powers fed a sort of physical insecurity - To Carmen, there was the sense that Nora feared that a man would pass her by if her beauty was insufficient - but there were so many different flavors of human women! As if Nora thought that all her dreams of pussy-pounding love-making would come true if she could just find the right shape of tits, the right curve of her ass.
Her massive jugs swelled and bounced as she enlarged them, cooing to herself about 'men and their love of boobs'. But moments later, she would mutter something like 'men are excited by wide hips like mine'.... Various parts of her anatomy would grow more or less curvaceous in response to her panicked, desperate mood. Her clothes too, would change. White-lace lingerie would morph into pink bikini bottoms and white, wet T-shirt...then into a flowery white bra and underwear. But of course, none of it was real. The clothing was just a disguise. Nora moaned again, she was consumed by a raging hunger that dominated her thoughts, her motivation. It was a hunger that Leila and Carmen felt as well, that all their kind felt.
As they waited, there was a bit of activity. A low rumbling sound was apparent from the south, near the direction of the lawn of a small, white bricked-house across the street from the trio. The rumbling grew into a persistent, thunderous din. Soon a camouflaged, multi-tread armored fighting vehicle barreled into view, crushing a white picket fence as it veered in an uneven course across the residential street. It was a blocky, ponderous vehicle, probably built to withstand fire from heavy assault-rifles, explosives, and low-yield mortar-fire.
But the fighting-vehicle had a weak point - it's crew. The mighty armor could repel high-caliber ammunition, but it could not withstand this new form of attack.
A hatch opened near the top, and a panting young soldier stuck his head up - as if to escape.
"Im...Impossible..." the young man whispered as he tried to crawl away. He was naked, his muscled flesh decorated with lipstick kisses. A giggling came from within the vehicle, and several smiling, female faces also emerged from the hatch to surround the struggling soldier.
They were redheads, with pillowy breasts as large as their own heads framed by ringlet cascades of orange-red tresses. The soldier made it to the front hood of the moving vehicle, before he was bore to his back and molested by the giggling females.
With a moan of relief as much as lust, a naked redhead thrust herself upon the soldier's rigid cock - breasts rolling as she rode him like a whore in heat. Another, nearly identical woman thrust her quivering breast in his face, with a nipple going into his mouth. The third slut took hold of the man's free hand, and ran it down her bountiful curves down towards the heat between her legs.
"Feel me," The third redhead murmured. "Feel my heat, my lust, the softness of my breasts." The besieged soldier jerked suddenly - with the fury of a relentless orgasm that arched his back as it exploded out of him. The red whore riding his member howled in ecstasy, eyes widening as though she'd just won the lottery. It was not that she shared the climax of the man she ravished, but just having him spurting his seed within her produced a volcanic bliss just as powerful as the mightiest human orgasm.
Of course, that's how it was with all of them. They didn't have sex for an orgasm, sex was simply the means needed to get a human male to release his seed inside them.
In the end, it all came down to sperm.
Carmen didn't begrudge Nora her gurgle of frantic yearning, or the way the shape-shifting slut slid her fingers between her legs in hopeful hunger. Carmen herself was drooling openly at the sight before them in the street.
But it was not to be; the redhead thrusting her breasts in the soldier's mouth noticed them, and gave a warning frown and scowl. No surprise. For a young, healthy man like this, most of her kind would do anything necessary to secure him. And these redheads had laid claim to the soldier, and Carmen had no way to divert them from their moaning, ejaculating prize.
Another soldier tried to emerge from the vehicle, a heavily-muscled White man with a shaved head. But he hadn't even pulled his shoulders out of the hatch before graceful, pale hands bore him back down amidst high-pitched giggling. Soon, the moans from within the vehicle challenged the hoarse-throated shouts of orgy taking place without.
It was Leila who broke the tension from the thwarted longing they all felt.
"That silly Governor must have gone through with his stupid plan to declare a state of emergency." She scoffed. "Just because he's afraid at how fast we've been replicating lately. He just doesn't get it."
"Well, it wouldn't surprise me if he's 'getting it' right now!" Carmen jibed as the trio laughed. Politicians and soldiers were prime targets. It would be just a matter of time before that paranoid governor surrendered his body and sperm just as these soldiers were doing.
"Silly.... to be so afraid... of us..." Nora hissed as she ran hands across her own thighs and ass. "Men should stop worrying about where we came from, and just start fucking me more!" she moaned. Her skin darkened into a Hindu-Indian complexion as she attempted to grow five inches of jutting breast in less than ten seconds. Nora struggled to heft bowling-ball tits as she groaned her lust at the heavens.
"These guys are taken, Nora. Those reds will do anything to keep them away from competitors, like us!" Carmen informed her, unnecessarily.
"But.... my tits! So big! There will be a Man! A Man with a powerrrrrrrful Libido!!" Nora drawled almost as a plea.
"What, you think that just because your tits are that big, some man is going to just fall out of the sky just to rape you?" Leila scoffed.
"PLEASE?!" Nora bemoaned in hopeless supplication. "I LIKE IT ROUGH!!!!" she shouted to a hypothetical sky-falling man with a high libido. "OR GENTLE!!!" She vacillated. "MAKE LOVE TO MEEEEE!!! Or....or.... TAKE ME HARD AND DEEP WITH YOUR RAGING PENISSSS!!!!!!" She screeched. That should cover just about all the bases of human sexual performance.
The inquisitive part of Carmen's brain thought that was interesting. Many humans believed her kind WERE aliens. Now Nora was appealing to men from the sky to feed her thermonuclear sexual compulsion. OF course, Carmen suspected most humans would consider the origin of her kind a valid, pressing question.
Though she searched her race memory for an answer, Carmen herself - none of her kind really - had a clear memory that explained their existence. That probably meant they had once been some simple protoplasm with nothing at all like a conscious mind to make memories. But they had always had a biological ability to feed from, and grow off of the DNA from other species. It was just inevitable that somewhere in the past, some lineage hit upon the ability to use all that DNA to copy another creature to allow for mimicry. And that mimicry allowed one of her distant ancestors to provoke sexual behavior in lower organisms. What better way to secure a heavy, persistent dose of the DNA they needed? And naturally, they became a lot like the species they mated with - until the fateful day that one of them made the leap, tried to mimic a human, and succeeded!
Human DNA had changed everything for them. The cunning ancestor that got herself fucked by a man opened up a new world of possibilities. Carmen's ancestors that followed were better able to take the shape of women. And from there, they developed self-awareness and intelligence like a human - which gave them the ability to strategize to get more DNA. But it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what kind of women they needed to become. Now, in cities all over this country a species of shape shifters had fine-tuned their bodies and behavior to become the most erotic seductresses most men could ever imagine.
Was Carmen an alien from some wayward space-rock that crashed on Earth? Was she a government genetic experiment run amok? She didn't know, and didn't really care. She was here now, and willing to do whatever it took to entice her man. Whatever her species had once been, wherever it had originally come from, now Carmen's kind was fully adapted to the role of seducing human men for their sperm. It had been so easy for her ancestors; the first ones to master taking the shape of women got all the cock they could handle! Those days had been a blur of glutted satisfaction!
Not anymore; these days a girl had to be clever - she had to do something special. Carmen smiled to herself. Her pussy began quivering like a hungry mouth in anticipation of the male sperm she was about to feast on. That feast might come sooner rather than later.
An unconscious, heavily-tattooed Hispanic soldier tumbled out of the hatch. He was naked, and glistening, panting heavily. No doubt he'd just had more sex in the past half-hour than in the previous decade. Though rightfully exhausted, Carmen could see his penis - she could see the way his entire male apparatus pulsed rhythmically, and she knew that the Hormones were affecting him. As much sex as he'd just had; after a brief rest he would be awakened by a libido even stronger than before!
The fighting vehicle veered off into a ditch near the side of the road, its crew being ravished by naked, nymphomaniacal shape-shifters that took the forms of the sluttiest, bustiest whores the men had ever seen. But whore wasn't quite the right word to use; none of them would ever determine whether to have sex with a man based on money. For Leila, Nora, and Carmen - as well as the redheads about thirty feet away, the factor that determined whether or not to have sex with a man was whether they could catch him!
One of the soldiers tumbled from the vehicle, encased in a writhing cushion of female flesh. The redheads, unwilling to wait for turns, tried to make love to the man four at a time. Each whispering their lusty desires in his ear as they pressed their flesh against him beneath, on top, and to either side. But one woman sat on the front end of the armored vehicle, glaring daggers at the nearby trio - just in case they planned on joining the orgy themselves. Many harems could be quite restrictive.
Several minutes later, their prospects improved slightly, because there - stumbling out of the bushes behind the row of houses to the east - came what was certainly a man. Hmmm.... he was a drifter - homeless and bedraggled. He had a cardboard sign folded up in a hiker's backpack he struggled under. It seemed as though a feather duster was attached to his face but no... no that was simply a very unkempt beard. It was rare to see a homeless bum in suburbs like this but with the police so distracted, it was apparently possible. Of course, any human woman would simply throw pennies at him, drive off and try to forget - not so with Carmen and her kin.
Leila and Nora gasped in delight and began to posture themselves, but not Carmen. She had a plan, and was not to be distracted from the purpose that brought her here. Furthermore, it was not to be. A screech of tires from the left drew the girls' attention as a newly-polished Chrysler limousine tore out from around the corner to the south driving with a desperation borne of panic. And it was not alone, following in its wake where two other similar limos.
The first limousine skidded its tires to block the bum's path just as he was crossing from a manicured lawn onto the suburban street. To other White, glistening limos drove around until they all came to a stop, boxing the bum in with a triangular holding pattern.
Months ago, you would have expected to find a billionaire, professional athlete, or Washington politician ferried in cars like this, but not here, not now. The doors and skylight opened and a dazzling parade of bikini-clad centerfold-worthy females emerged.
"Please don't be alarmed!" said a blond bombshell approaching him with hands open, as if he were a stray cat that might bolt at any moment.
"It may look strange, but please let us help you!" moaned a sultry brunette from a limo to the bum's right - emerging from the door and holding up E-cup breasts before him like some kind of bosomy peace offering.
"You must be starving! We will feed and shelter you!" A scintillating beauty in a white bikini with a Hispanic look emerged from the car behind the bum offering him a cellophane wrapped roast-beef submarine sandwich and a bottled water. More emerged with hot, portable cups of instant soup. "You don't have to wander anymore."
"Look at my breasts!" Insisted the sultry brunette. "See how firm and ripe they are? You can touch them!"
"Let us care for you!"
"Touch my breasts first!"
"Don't worry about your problems, let us help you! We can give you food! and pleasure" others insisted. Food and drink were thrust into the bum's hand - whose mind was having trouble processing a mixture of fear, lust, and surprise. But he began drinking the water with a wary look on his face.
"Look at how round and tight my ass is! A mocha-skinned lovely with raven-White hair insisted, swaying her hips before him. "This bikini can barely contain my breasts! Think of how much fun it would be to throw me to the ground and force yourself on my naked body!" She breathed with a throaty, desperate hiss.
Soon, he was surrounded, his backpack was removed from his shoulders and placed in a trunk as the lurid pleas continued.
"Please fuck me!" Insisted a green-eyed blond
"Please rape me!" pleaded a red-haired rival.
He was half-dragged, half-carried to the first limousine amidst coos of delight, and passionate kisses to his filthy, beard-choked face. Even before the doors closed, naked breasts could be seen pressed to the windows, and the bum's clothing was removed. The limousines locked themselves and prepared to speed away.
It had all happened so fast.
It was a difficult pill to swallow for the three onlookers.
"No...no...no! Why can't he fuck me! I know I can pleasure him! Fuck MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" Nora shrieked, as her breasts began to throb. Leila and Carmen were feeling it too; seeing successful couplings so close by was stimulating ferocious sexual instincts. They all began panting; their bodies and minds entering a frenzy of sexual yearning. Nora fell to her knees with a grunt clutching her still-growing boobs. But Leila also slumped back against the brick wall of the house, fingering her crotch and massaging her breasts.
"My body... on fire.... I need a man... need to copulate with him." The tattooed shape shifter wailed. "My breasts... need to entice him... seduce him....*RRRNNNNN* feed him! Touch me...." She panted in a voice quavering with lust. "My body... so soft, so female... for him!" Not that it mattered who 'HE' was at this point. "He will feed from my breasts!" Leila continued in a delirious diatribe. "Milk will flow from my tits for him. He will force me to the ground, and thrust! Thrust his cock inside meeeee!" At that point Nora squealed as she seized her own pillowy mounds in sympathetic yearning.
Leila's tits began to quiver, her nipples throbbing..hardening. The tattoos that were a part of her shape shifting ability took on the outline of human women with rapidly inflating breasts growing and exploding out of their bras. The strings on her spaghetti-strap bikini tightened like a bowstring as her breasts began to push - surge forward as if trying to blast off from her chest.
Leila's jugs, already suitably massive began to rise up, growing perkier as nipples pushed forward past two more cup-sizes as though sprouting from within. By watching Leila's skin you knew how it would end. A line-art image of the top-half of a girl across her taut abdomen clutched herself as the lines representing her breasts grew and grew like loaves of bread in an oven. Soon, the line image was of a topless girl with curving lines shooting out from her illustrated nipples. It was a forewarning of what was to come.
It started with Nora first. Her mammalian mountains twitched as they grew from a size scarcely larger than ripe cantaloupes towards the girth of party balloons, bulbous mounds of taut-nippled, tear-drop shaped glory that soon widened even as they lengthened. In less than five seconds her tits would be a challenge for twin watermelons. But even before then, the release!
As Nora wallowed on the cement porch her quivering, mountainous boobs burst forth with tight, high-pressure streams of white, warm milk as she gurgled with lust. Nora's hair changing from brown to a pure bleached white.
"The need... the instinct... too strong!" Leila complained as she dispensed entirely with the bikini. The straps simply melted back into her skin. Of course, clothing had little meaning to a shape shifter Anything one of them seemed to be wearing was really just a part of their bodies. Now Leila was nude, and gave a cry something like a lustful surrender as she sank hands into her ballooning mamms while white, sweet milk cascaded from hardening nippled over her wrists.
"Got to... pull ourselves together." Carmen grunted, brow twitching as she tried to fight the instincts of her body as well. Long before her ancestors had mastered human mimicry, they had been seducing and absorbing the genetic material of many mammals, and their bodies had an acutely developed milk-giving impulse. "G-got to.... focus on the interview..." Carmen continued. "W-we.... haven't been fucked by a man in... a long time...that makes us desperate." The others just moaned as they milked.
Nora, as she wallowed naked, busty, and dribbling with her own breast milk began to exude a pungent scent. It was a powerful pheromone weapon that disabled inhibition and discrimination in human males. A few months ago, if there'd been a guy close enough for a whiff of her mind-bending musk, there was little doubt that his mind and body would be so electrified that he would probably jump her bones even with wife in tow! Of course these days, that just wasn't enough.
"I know I... if I'm sexy enough.... slutty enough... if my boobs are big enough.... the man will find me...." Nora gurgled, eyes fluttering as she became lost in a delirious vision of mind-bending nymphomania. "He'll find me... he'll grab me... by the boobs, he'll force himself onto me.... his cock will be HUGE... and he'll rape me... all night long...screw...fuck...rape my pussy!" Not that the term had any real meaning for them. Can't rape the more-than-willing.
Just a moment... just to relax... Carmen thought as she let her resolve slip. She exhaled deeply, her red cocktail dress expanded outwards as her breasts bulged forward and up. The tight cutoff created swelling heaps of cleavage that blossomed from apple-sized half-mounds of compressed tit, widening several inches towards a grapefruit shape and size. Dark spots of moisture appeared at the front of the red dress in six seconds, the time it took for the top bulge of cleavage spilling out of the dress to reach honeydew melon size.
But then, Carmen dispensed with the deception. She had never really been wearing a red cocktail dress, just as Leila had not been wearing a bikini, nor Nora White lingerie. Her shape shifting powers adjusted textures and colors until she had the appearance of wearing whatever she thought would interest a man. But the fake dress melted back into her skin, as she allowed herself a moment of release, gratifying her rampant sexual instincts.
Carmen pinched her nipples sharply, eliciting twin streams of hot milk, yearning to feed it to her man.
Because once a human male drank milk from a shape shifter, he would belong to her.
What a scene this was, Carmen realized. A few months ago the sight of three naked women standing here, in broad daylight shooting milk from their breasts while openly caressing themselves would have mobilized the police, at least. But now? No danger of that!
But Leila and Nora were both succumbing to a sperm-starved delirium of lust, worsened by the fact that they'd just seen two eligible men dragged beyond their reach by the competition.
"A man will come." Leila stated, staring down at the writhing, shape-shifting, milk-spurting Nora.
"His penis will be enormous..." Nora added. Leila grabbed Nora's hands. "He will yearn to touch my breasts...like this." She brought the other female's hand to her own breasts, where they sank into the pillowy flesh.
"The man, he is driven mad by breasts so large; breasts like mine..." Nora contributed, eyelids fluttering as she submitted to the fantasy.
"He will want to suckle you..." Leila noted, as she latched onto one of Nora's nipples, savoring her hot lactate as the two joined together on the ground in a delirious, lesbian congress.
"The man... will run his hands over the softness of your body - " Nora said, doing just that, hands finding silken landscapes of tattooed delight on the toned belly, and down between the legs of the other alien female, as they sank down together in a sweat-drenched sapphic embrace. Here, in public. Neither the two of them, nor Carmen had any expectation that the authorities would be able to put a stop to busty lesbians suckling each other's breasts in broad daylight.
And it sure would be fun to see them try!
But Carmen was going to be stronger than that. Though she was ladened with consuming sexual instincts, she also knew the value of delayed gratification. She had a specific reason for this house, at this time. She knew that with so much competition, she needed a plan beyond howling with lust, and she had one! But her resolve wouldn't last forever; if she didn't get a good shot of man seed soon, she would devolve into mindless nymphomania.
And she couldn't allow that.
Her competitors were lezzing out big-time, but only as an outlet of pure frustration over their lasting lack of male attention. Leila grunted as she wallowed atop Nora, embracing her around the neck.
"This.... is what I'll do.... to my man!" She thrust her tongue down the other female's mouth, as hands traveled from hips, to boobs, and back again. Colossal breasts sandwiched together forming a busty quartet of straining bosom that seemed to grow riper even as Carmen watched.
"My man... his hands...his tongue... will ravish me!" Nora insisted, as she began to make use of her shape-shifting traits in the perverse spectacle. As the thrashing couple tongue-wrestled with their mouths, Nora grew a new tongue down below, right out of her own pussy! This allowed for a deep, moist and intense penetration of the other female - who followed suit. Soon, both females were licking each other - tongues locked together - both from their mouths, and new tongues from each pussy - teasing out and caressing each-other's fabled G-spots.
The raw sexuality began to push Carmen's restraint; beyond her normally stoic resolve. Her naked breasts perked up even higher, and with a throaty groan she released from her nipples simultaneous milk jets as her breathing accelerated. She ran her hands down from her own throbbing breasts to the simmering heat that quivered within her groin. Without meaning it, her pussy began to release her most intense pheromone attractant.
Just keep telling yourself how sexy you are... Carmen thought to herself, as a wave of frenzied nymphomania swept over her. My breasts... spectacular! Skin... so perfect... my mating musk... intoxicating! Carmen had a mental exercise for those times when the eternal hunt was going poorly, when sperm was in such short supply:
She would picture herself entering a human religious cathedral in an urban area. There would be a confessional booth where a priest would discuss with parishioners their sins. And hers would be a sin of lust! She would sit in the shadowed booth and confess to the priest of the way her breasts would throb at the thought of - almost any man! The intensity of her sexual cravings. Slowly, her mating musk would build up in the confined space.
And in this fantasy, she would confess that her desires were so deep, so pervasive towards the male gender, that if this priest himself were to make a play for her, she would welcome his meaty hands upon her tender, quivering breasts. The priest would pretend to be a devoted servant of chastity and higher powers; but it would be clear from the sweat beading on his brow that his resolve was wavering.
Carmen would admit that it would give her a rush of frantic delight to feel his face, his tongue pressed against her bosom. To feel him licking his way to paradise down the sweeping valleys of her sumptuous cleavage. She would tilt herself in such a way that her exceptional breasts would begin to press up against the mesh that separated them. Her boobs would grow as she pressed herself against that barrier; jugs slowly, but inexorably expanding. By the time the priest noticed that her she-melons had grown from mere grapefruits into spectacular mountains the width of a jiggling basketball; her rut-musk would have already penetrated his consciousness
For a moment, the priest would tear at himself, struggling to contain the building fury in his pants - without knowing the futility of his resistance. Her pheromones electrified parts of the male human brain he didn't even know he had, and her scintillating feminine curves would be emblazoned even deeper upon his consciousness. Yes, the priest would try to resist. But the intoxication from her body would start to steal away his mind, his will. Soon, he would enter such an erotic frenzy that he would forget everything but the sex-rage that would prompt him to attack her in the confessional.
In mere minutes, the priest would be on her, in her, thrusting and moaning in the confessional booth - in the church, and she would trill with delight as her body eagerly accepted his lust, his touch, and most of all, his seed. Just get her alone with a man, any man - and her sexual powers would stimulate him far beyond any hope of chastity or fidelity to any human sexual mores.
For her species, sex was neither business nor pleasure. Seducing men was survival itself.
"Are you three quite finished?" came a prim and proper voice at Carmen's right. A blond woman with her hair in a tight bun, seemingly dressed in a frilly white blouse and White skirt. Of course, she wasn't actually a woman at all; Carmen could smell that she was an alien shape shifter like herself. This would be the Master of Orgies. The Organizer.
When a harem got big enough, you had to have good record keeping to make sure that bills were paid, revenue was used effectively, and to make sure all shifters got sufficient sexual access to the man of the house. She of course, would be overseeing the Audition process.
"Errhh... yes. We're ready." Carmen stammered. She grew a red cocktail dress again, reduced her breasts down to a mere DD-cup, and as an afterthought, brilliant sparkling sequins appeared on her seeming garments. Carmen's' competitors, though panting and red-faced they stood straight and ready to present themselves. Although Nora had to pinch her nipples to hold off a few last-minute milk jets before assuming a honey-blond, blue-eyed Barbie-like appearance and the White lingerie she had before.
As Carmen expected, the whole harem had turned out for the event - the rest of the girls eager to see who might be joining their ranks. There were exactly forty gloriously gorgeous females lounging indecently in a living room that had been renovated and expanded to include two polished stages with running lights along the edge, each equipped with a stripper pole.
The assembled throng seemed grouped by appearance. While the girls took the forms of a variety of colors and nationalities, there were repeated patterns in their dress. A group nearest the door all had the semblance of Playboy bunny costumes complete with rabbit ears, mesh stockings, and cottony tails. Another lounging knot of females appeared to be dressed in grass hula skirts with flowery lei necklaces not-quite concealing ample mammaries. Five in the corner had silky one-piece lingerie nighties that allowed long, sleek legs to be exposed to best effect. Others resembled slutty cheerleaders with bursting pink tank-tops that displayed what appeared to be A.S.S. as school-letters. But many more simply appeared as nude, toned, busty porn-queens.
"As explained in the phone conversation, it is not that we require additional numbers," The Organizer explained. "But each of you have inherited electrical experience from various ancestors; and the house requires extensive, low-cost re-wiring done to support the new, downstairs seraglio, the extra sleeping rooms, and the jacuzzi."
And they all knew what their compensation would be! The Organizer continued.
"The man of our House is young; he was seduced by our collective ancestor near the peak of normal male virility. His progress has exceeded our expectations, and our man understands and fully accepts the true nature of our species."
What a treasure! Carmen mused. She knew full well the sting of rejection; sure there had been men that would take her home, and maybe fuck her for two or three days, but once they understood the real consequence of sex with one of her kind, some of them had run away screaming! Not that it helped them in the end. No man could hold out forever.
Carmen slinked near the corner for a moment, waited until no one was watching, and finally - a slim strand from her hair creeped down... down her back and ass, towards her legs...until the creeping strand reached a nearby electrical outlet and inserted itself. For a split second, the lights flickered. The Organizer glanced up in annoyance.
"As I said, we need someone with skills as an electrician."
But further conversation was interrupted by a throaty groan. A shuffling sound could be heard down a hallway ten feet ahead to the left. Fitness guru and T.V. celebrity Jillian Michaels padded on hands and knees out into the living room, an expression of haunted ecstasy emblazoned on her distinctive face. A man was mounting her from behind the way a beast claims a bitch in heat as her expertly developed muscles rippled with each phallic thrust into her womanhood. How Carmen yearned to become that bitch!
Of course, everyone knew that it wasn't really model-actress Jillian Michaels, but rather one of many shape shifters who could flawlessly impersonate virtually any woman imaginable to bring about their man's most outrageous sexual fantasies.
"Ohhhhh.... just give me a chance.... to finish my morning workout..." grunted a young man as his beefy rod strained within the yielding pussy of his alien concubine. He grunted, she moaned - and all could see her belly and womb quivering as she struggled to absorb a surging river of sperm. A few drops spattered to escape her churning depths, and eager hands and tongues quickly lapped it up. Sperm was never wasted.
And the two lovers disengaged with a wet slurp. A long, wet slurp. And at last, all three applicants had a chance to study the man for whom they were competing.
Wiry, not quite six-feet. Reddish-blond crew cut. Dimpled chin, and strongly-defined abs. Best of all....
"He's.... He's walking?!" Leila exclaimed.
"A man... of his stature... still walking?" Nora mouthed in awe. Carmen just smiled: She already knew.
Returning quickly to full hardness was a throbbing, python of a prick that even when partially limp it was apparent that the penis had to be well more than a foot long. Balls like bowling balls dangled, forcing an odd gait from the unnatural center of gravity.
The guy was hung like an freakin' elephant! Carmen mused.
In truth, this was the fate that awaited the soldiers in the armored vehicle, and the bum that had been cornered by the limousine lovelies. Carmen's species had always had the ability to multiply the sexual traits of their mates through super-hormones released during sex.
"Some men...are afraid..." Leila mouthed in delirious rapture as she beheld the impressive instrument. And that was true, Carmen knew. But it didn't matter! Some guys, after their penis doubles in size in just two weeks get scared, so scared they try to run. But the problem of course, is that their sex drive had grown to match! A few weeks fucking one of her kind, and just two hours without pussy will feel like ten years in the State Pen. Soon, the man would fuck his harem not because he wanted to, but because of the agonizing paroxysms of rape-hungering lust that would rack him. Not that a human girl could accept his monster anyway.
That's what would happen to that hobo...Carmen grinned. It was even stronger when her species was starving, as the limo girls clearly were. He'd have about a week of the best sex of his life.
Then sex would become his life.
A man's cock would grow so large, his balls so heavy, that he wouldn't even be able to put on pants, much less travel!
But this guy was different. He was still walking even with... even with...
An erect manhood that throbbed at a maximum length of eighteen inches!
Even after cumming with more sperm than a natural man could release in three months, his hyper-active sexual equipment was raring to go mere seconds later!
Jillian, for her part lay moaning on the carpet. Eyelids fluttering, pussy shut tight. She was feeding - her body absorbing the life-gift of his man-seed to sustain and grow her own body. The pleasure was a liquid injection of electric delight! Carmen, and the others knew the feeling well, but not this well.
None of the auditioning girls had ever had the chance to feed from so much sperm, from so powerful a cock. Jillian thrashed and panted, her cheeks flushed, wracked with narcotic rapture like a coke-addict bathed in her poison of choice, but for these creatures, indulging their endless semen-addiction would bring only strength, bliss, and growth.
"Alright, so one of you ladies is - "
"LET ME GO FIRST!!!!" Nora howled, interrupting the Man of the House.
"I want to go last!" Carmen interjected. The Man looked startled.
"Whoookay, ladies. That's settled then." he nodded, and the Organizer made an indecipherable mark on a clipboard she was carrying.
Nora strutted up to the stage looking like a platinum-blond Nordic porn star at a statuesque six-feet tall, wobbly boobs large enough to contain a pint of milk each, barely contained in a pink-lingerie push-up bra. She wore nothing else except the appearance of pink-laced, bikini-shaped underwear and transparent plastic stripper high-heels.
As she grasped the shiny stripper pole and used her weight to throw herself into a revolution around the pole, she shape-changed almost instantaneously.
It was classic Marilyn Munroe, at the height of her appeal, in that iconic white-dress. The dress ruffled as though a breeze from beneath was threatening to blow up the skirt and threaten her false modesty. It was a cute trick, there was no actual wind.
"Anything Daaaahhhling..." She crooned. "Anything your heart desiressss... I'll become anything... ANYONE! Just FUCK me! Please Fuck me!"
Bad technique, Carmen thought to herself. You didn't beg a man to fuck you, the goal was to get a man so intoxicated with your beauty and your wanton sex appeal that he loses control, and ravishes your body whether you want him to or not. But of course, they wouldn't be here, strutting their stuff if they didn't want it.
Nora clutched her chest, which quivered as her ballooning boobs plumped up another two inches in five seconds, stretching and tightening the semblance of her dress while her nipples revealed themselves in sharp profile.
Suddenly, she had morphed into a sweaty version of Angelina Jolie with the same Marilyn-dress, and boobs that still seemed to grow. She moaned, caressed herself while muttering "fuckfuckfuckfuck...." as she swayed on her feet, grabbing hungrily at her own crotch.
The sole man in the audience, and the intended prize let out a soft moan as his dick maxed out at eighteen rock-hard inches and bobbed excitedly in the air. Yes.... Carmen licked her lips as she contemplated his arousal. His virility had grown to such an extent that he would belong to Carmen's species forever, but who would get to savor that monster? It was rare that a harem took in outside members, and so far Nora wasn't doing anything truly extraordinary.
Nora thrashed around and licked the pole, as she transformed into a bustier version of Victoria's Secret supermodel Gisele Bundchen while her boobs grew to a diameter equal to a hand span, and a plush under swell as large as a grapefruit.
Hmm... weak pole-dancing skills. Yeah, she was good at rapidly assuming specific human likenesses; and that was useful if you needed to impersonate a human whose dick was too big to leave the house but.... for a race of cunning shape shifters, not that special. Of course, a year ago Every billionaire on Earth would be willing to sell his soul to have access to a woman like Nora - but times had changed!
Nora seemed distracted with her own lust as the audition went on, eventually she started shifting through a rotating arsenal of beauties from many different races. Redheads, Hispanic chicks, dark Indian girls, a few blonds, White girls with ghetto-booties, all the while her boobs crept larger. After giving up on her Giselle persona, it took ten seconds for her grapefruit+plus boobs to expand gloriously into round, jiggly soccer ball territory as nipples seemed to angle upwards, as if about to take flight with lust.
Then amidst panting, grunting and moaning, she began to mix ethnic traits unpredictably. A White girl with blond hair, green-eyed middle-eastern, some colors became improbable, like a Mexican girl with blue hair, a blond with green bangs.
Finally, the Man of the House had had enough, he stormed the stage then, penis leading the way and laid a hand on her thigh. Upon feeling his touch, Nora stabilized into a long-legged Swedish with cinnamon-red hair. There was no need for words, she opened herself to him, and his mammoth cock.
Nora was rammed against the far wall as the Man began to penetrate her in waves. Nine inches with the first thrust, then he eased himself in with soft grunts, Nora the Swedish redhead quivered her lower lip and howled with ecstasy. And so they began to thrust - rutting into each other like crazed animals, with no thought of restraint or privacy.
Carmen moaned, melted her clothes back into her body and jammed a finger into her own cunt with a gasp of sympathetic yearning.
It took mere moments before the Man of the House was beyond all reason, his eyelids began to flutter as a rage of lust overcame him. Carmen knew what he was feeling; his libido had been so exaggerated from exposure to Shifter hormones that once his penis was in a woman, he couldn't stop even if he wanted to.
And he did not want to.
Fingers sinking into pillowy boobs each large enough to contain both hands, he mauled Nora above and below, making mewling sounds amidst every roaring grunt of hungering male rapture.
Nora shook like Jell-O as the rigid man-meat torpedoed into her inviting slit. She grunted incoherently, then added almost as an afterthought:
"Ohhh...fuckfuck....please rape me DEEEEP!" As if he needed any encouragement.
After a final three languid, deep-penetration thrusts, release was achieved. The Man's moaning preceding the volcanic eruption. A growl was torn from his throat as he first began to ejaculate into her. Raw sperm spattered away from the mating couple, a sure sign that Nora wasn't prepared for the true magnitude of his release. Her womb throbbed as she struggled to absorb every last sperm, her breathing rapid, her cheeks flushed as she no doubt mentally vowed to take all of him, every inch of rampant dick, and each spurt of hot, rich life-giving man-gravy.
Nora collapsed onto the stripper stage, a man of this potency, so far beyond the natural limits of human virility could unleash so much sperm that one of Carmen's kind often needed to collapse into a comatose state from the raw ecstasy, and to ensure that every last sperm cell was absorbed. Nora could only moan and twitch, occasionally caressing herself as her eyelids fluttered, and her Venus mound throbbed. The semen she'd gained from him could potentially sustain her for weeks before the Hunger would return. Which was advantageous for a harem with dozens of members.
Two Swedish girls hauled Nora off the stage to allow her to absorb her gift in peace, while Leila stepped up to the plate. This concerned Carmen; Leila seemed more professional in her approach than Nora. Though as lusty as any shifter, Leila seemed able to channel her nymphomania into strategies of seduction better than Nora, who was prone to simply beg a man to fuck her. And now, Leila strutted onto the Stripper stage with her Game Face on, or rather.... game body.
Vast, thrusting hips that invited a man to rest his hands upon them, milky-perfect complexion framed by raven-midnight hair that waved sensuously. Her breasts were mere D-cups, but the brilliant red bikini she seemed to wear seemed to promise preternatural bustiness to come. She strutted towards the pole, the semblance of transparent stripper high-heels accentuating her posture in salacious innuendo. Her Tattoos were words at this point, as she began her dance. Scrawling calligraphy proclaimed:
MAN LOVER
COCK MAGNET
and,
SLUT 4 U STUD
Above the triangle of red fabric covering her pussy were the words INSERT PENIS HERE, with an arrow pointing down to her pussy. Just the words were helping, as her male target groaned as his dick twitched, while lying upon what amounted to a bean bag of female bodies; his own harem cushioning his weight to take the opportunity to caress him sensuously and whisper compliments in his ear. Carmen knew that Leila also stood a good chance of getting the same train down her tunnel as Nora did; this guy had been exposed to so much shifter hormone that he could rival the sexual potency of the NFL!
She started near the pole, bending over with her ass in the air, her right hand sliding over one of her legs in a seductive trail. That ass had more calligraphy that read:
MY MASTER'S SPERM DUMP, written across the small of her back with an arrow pointing down between her butt cheeks.
Her fingers trailed back up a shapely leg in a self-caress, showcasing her round, delectable rump. She grabbed the pole and began contorting her body. Hooking her legs around the length of metal she hoisted herself halfway up in best stripper fashion. Almost instantly, she used her shape-shifting nature to sprout two new arms that caressed the pole, jacking it up and down in a gesture of phallic reverence. Her original arms kneaded and fondled her jiggling mamms, that throbbed from within. She moaned with delight more genuine than any human stripper.
Squeezing each breast, she shot arching streams of warm breast milk over the crowd of the watching harem, a second squeeze fired a tight, white stream directly into the gaping mouth of the Man of the House.
Cheater! Carmen thought. All Shifters had boobs jam-packed with aphrodisiac milk more narcotically stimulating than anything found in nature. The man swayed with delight at the taste, and Carmen knew his mind and body was being electrified with sexy chemicals. Now, it was not a question of whether he would fuck Leila, it was just an issue of when. Even the most determined male reluctance would melt away under the mind-pickling euphoria of shifter-milk!
Leila merged her arms and stood up away from the pole, her tattoos melted and redrew themselves and... ahh! That was impressive. A likeness of the guy appeared in thin White lines across Leila's taut belly. In the tattoo-drawing he was standing tall, with a mighty penis in a side-profile. Another tattoo appeared showing a dark-haired woman (Perhaps Leila herself) kneeling over, offering her netherregions. The tattoo-man thrust himself into the woman from behind, and as Leila rolled her hips the drawings shifted and moved in life-like fashion, creating a live, animated sex-act played out on a canvass of creamy skin.
The shifters bountiful breasts careened back and forth as she swayed her chest temptingly, drops of delicious narcotic milk as if in temptation. The spell was broken by a throaty roar.
The Man of the House was red-faced, veins bulging in neck and forehead. It was the milk; the fast-acting sex-drugs Leila's milk contained had already taken effect. Carmen's breath caught in her throat as the man's massive penis throbbed and arose, as if he had never cum at all today.
As he pulled her off the stage to face the pulsing wrath of his eighteen-inch penis, Leila's tattoos began shifting again. By the time he had forced the full length of his prodigious shaft into her wet womb doggie-style, a likeness of Leila's face appeared between her shoulder blades, where the guy was sure to see. A cartoon word-bubble drew itself that read,
" I NEED YOU INSIDE ME "
And the guy was more than willing to oblige. It was a snarling, intense mating. Her drooling pussy elicited a rhythm of smacking sounds as the beefy manmeat plowed away relentlessly. Veins and tendons in his neck strained as he gripped Leila's hips with frantic possessiveness, almost as if he actually feared her escape, but Leila was as receptive as possible as her sex was impaled, her breasts were fondled, and her lust was gratified. No, the dark-haired shifter would not escape his grasp, but she had succeeded in kindling the raging lust that would prompt a man to force his seed into a woman regardless of her true desires.
The two keened in simultaneous rapture as the pulsing, penetrating penis achieved orgasm within the grasping, moistening she-tunnel. Again, for shifters orgasm was always about sperm; they needed a man to spew himself within them before the rapturous bliss was possible. The rutting couple bucked against each other as the mighty flow of life-giving ejaculate flowed from him. The man's grip tightened; so forceful was the explosion of raw sperm from him that his position in the depths of her femalia was difficult to hold from the slippery force of the spurts. Leila's belly rippled, she bit her lips and closed her eyes as the intercourse continued. The pair strained into each other, merely riding out the wave of orgasm as his thunderous penis pulsed sperm into her.
At last, he was finished. Leila's vagina clung to his rod, embracing the shaft as if reluctant to release her prize. A new message appeared on her skin, in the word-bubble.
"BEST I EVER HAD" read the tattoo.
And finally, when his manmeat was free, Carmen's eyes widened.
"Not a drop," she breathed. Leila had not lost a single precious drop of sperm! After that huge flow, she'd managed to hold onto every last bit of his seed.
The rest of the harem carried Leila and deposited her with Nora as the two moaned with the delightful delirium of the post-fuck semen-feeding process. The unimaginable ecstasy that made everything else worthwhile. Carmen, indeed any shifter would work menial jobs, suffer any privation or hardship, if only a man would fuck his seed into them at the end. And after such a huge feast as this, the two auditioning shifters would be comatose with pleasure for several minutes more.
Leila's knees and thighs pressed together as she was deposited in the corner, instinctively determined to protect the semen her seduction had earned her.
Somehow, she still managed another change of her tattoos. Many words appeared all over her skin, reading - RAPTURE, NIRVANA, PARADISE - each word was a synonym for heavenly rewards from a different culture.
The stud swayed on his feet happily, penis half-limp, helmet-sized balls throbbing, face reddening with release, exertion, bliss. He was supported by the soft hands and welcoming thighs of his ever-present harem. He drawled out a question, fighting his exhaustion.
"Y-you all.... can do that to?" He breathed. The Organizer had melted her clothes back into her body, her naked skin now showing a line art likeness of herself, with the house-man reaming her womb doggie-style from behind. She made another mark on her clipboard. But Carmen could hear the unspoken message: While it was well-done, most any clever shape shifter can do the same; so WHY DO WE NEED ANY OF YOU?? This is why it was so rare and special, when a harem did take on outsiders based solely on seductive ability alone.
"And the last applicant of the day," The Organizer announced as she directed her gaze back to where - where Carmen had once been. There was no sign of her. The Organizer scanned the exotically beautiful faces of many races, the sleek legs, and the jiggling breasts to make the most chaste of priests forget his vows. Where did the last applicant go?
Mists emerged from the stripper stage to the South. A cool, white fog that obscured the area around the pole. From within which a sultry silhouette emerged. Soon enough, Carmen's shape resolved like an angel stepping out of the clouds. The man perked up, eyes blinking rapidly, and his dick began to throb more vigorously. Carmen smiled; Leila had intended her aphrodisiac milk to boost his potency - since he'd already fucked his own Jillian Michaels Shifter, and Nora, and probably a few more during the "morning flagpole" orgy that was inevitable for bigger harems. But there was an unintended consequence; the fast-acting hormones ensured he'd be more than able to screw Leila six ways to Sunday, but it also meant that his mutated libido would be electrified to the point that he'd be even more ready for Carmen!
The man's eyes drank in her appearance greedily. Carmen's bronze-auburn hair seemed to sparkle with minute diamonds, her skin glistened as though freshly sprinkled with coconut oil. Her pleasantly D-cup breasts were covered with what seemed to be white whip cream - as was her pussy. Taking a page from Leila's book, Carmen bore a tattoo, in the feminine swell below her navel, a tattoo of a musical note.
"Jacob." Carmen breathed.
**********
He perked up. More to the point, his dick perked up. She knew his name. None of the others cared. He could have been anyone, and they'd screw him just the same, but she knew his name! His penis throbbed and hardened, surging with such force that it swung mightily in the air. Jacob had figured out long ago that something in a shifters pussy, and the milk in their breasts made him volcanically virile. That tattooed babe really hadn't needed to feed him again. Before Jacob lost count of the women he was able to climax inside of, he had been up to twenty one. But he was much more virile now than he'd been then.
"Jacob." The new Shifter-woman said. "I need you to touch me. Anywhere. You need to touch my skin, my body, to see what I can do." He was curious. Jacob felt as though he would want to fuck this she-creature even if he wasn't more virile than the NFL. Mostly, he jetted his sperm into his harem because he was so horny, even an hour's worth of abstinence became torture. But he actually came to desire her for what she was, not simply as the latest sex-vessel to deposit the next load of ball-boiling lust.
Rising up, steadying himself and struggling to balance with his erect, eighteen-inch penis and helmet-sized balls, he opened his mouth to lick. As he did so, there was a strange hooting sound.
"Erhhh?""
"Keep going, touch me in more places, feel what happens, hear what happens."
This Jacob had never encountered before - without speaking, it was like her skin was playing familiar, pleasing tones by being touched. Almost like the strums and hums of an electric guitar. Musical.... so musical... it brought back memories...
**********
**SIX MONTHS AGO**
Jacob was at his wit's end. He'd already gotten an extension on his rent, and if this new gig didn't pay he'd..... no... no way would he go crawling back to dad for money. There had to be a way to make it on his own!
So there was this club. Nightclub, last one on his list of possibilities, and it seemed like a reeeeeeal long shot It was an all-girls club, an establishment by and for women, supposedly where girls could hang out with friends, and not have to worry about being ogled. So obviously, it just made sense to get women musicians for a place like this - which was why he hadn't considered Sinammen's earlier.
He walked around the walls, trying to keep his head down. Heading towards the stage. He'd been a liiiiiitle bit dishonest in the email, hoping that the management would just assume he was female. And yeah, once or twice he'd been called Jackie. The plan was, once the audience actually heard him.... maybe then there would be enough demand for him to return, if he could just impress them with this audition, he knew.... he just knew that the music would become more important than whether they were threatened by his gender.
He swallowed hard as he hefted his guitar case towards the back of the stage. "Jackie" had pretty much figured that to be allowed a repeat performance, it would be hands-off, and eyes-off. Don't look, don't touch.
If the patrons here didn't want to be ogled, then he wouldn't give anyone even a hint of a reason to think he'd been looking. Eyes to the floor, he rigorously avoided looking at anything or anyone above the waist. But.... strange... it wasn't easy. As Jacob winded his way through the tables to the stage, trying to fake like he belonged and not be questioned, he couldn't help but notice the sleek legs and high-heels in his field of view. Wow... even without seeing the rest of their bodies, just looking at their legs alone left little doubt that Sinnamen's was packed with hot pieces of ass tonight!
Twice, he even saw elegantly sculpted legs and feet wearing transparent plastic see-through stripper heels! He rounded a table, tilting the guitar case to be less obtrusive to anyone walking by, but as Jacob passed close to the bar, one of those perfectly toned and sleek stripper-shoed legs moved up to block his path! Was this some kind of game, or prank?
Well, he had to risk a glance, even at the risk of being an offensive, male, ogling, jerk.
But maybe that was a mistake....
The owner of the restraining leg, the veeeery long leg was worth a car-accident double take. It took time for Jake's eyes to absorb the full statuesque length of her calves and thighs, but eventually his gaze fell upon painfully tight daisy-duke short-shorts that struggled to contain pillowy bulges of a too-good-to-be-true ass. Her clothes.... wow, it almost seemed like they were painted on!? If that was possible? Tight, taut midriff.. a gold navel ring.... firm and in a way worthy of an athlete. She could have played for the WNBA! But.... but no; no girl with breasts so large could be competitive in a fast-paced, strenuous sport. Each glorious mound was large enough to contain at least a quart of milk within their jiggling softness, while bulging high and wide enough to bury his face and head completely. So wide, ripe, and plump. Jacob realized that if he'd been an eighty-something old coot in a nursing home, all that would be necessary to smother him to death would be just one of those baby-feeders over the face. What a way to die...
And on those glorious mams was a hot pink tank top with straining straps decorated with blue-painted hand-prints, designed as if some pervy admirer had deliberately groped her bosomy treasures. Her softly curved, elegant face bespoke white-Swedish mixed heritage. And her hair was a punked-out cascade of blond spiky-bangs hanging over shorter pink strands. His gaze lingered far too long over the striking, sumptuous creature, but rather than act offended, she merely licked her lips.
What the hell?! Was this some kind of trap? Wow... Jake had heard that some girls dress sexy as part of a way to send signals to other women, but what message could this be? In an all-girls nightclub? That I'm an exhibitionist lesbian nymphomaniac?
Yeah, probably something like that. That would be the safest assumption. Don't imagine what it must be like to feel the burgeoning splendor of those explosive boobs in his hands! Don't think about rubbing his hands down....down to the alpine slopes of that ass. And Jacob steeled himself not to imagine rubbing his rock-hard eight-inches along the silken towers of her legs all the way to those perfect feet, which would then jerk off his rigid manstick between soft toes to fulfill a sudden foot-fetish. He heard a sharp intake of breath as he turned away from her, followed by a throaty moan.
It was almost as like she had sensed his desire? Like his imagination got her just as wet as his cock was hard! No..... noooo wayyy.... If she really sensed how aroused her appearance, her whole package made him, If she REALLY knew what he was thinking, she'd douse him in pepper spray and look for an excuse to press charges. Yeah, keep thinking that. It was an all-girls' nightclub. She's just some vindictive lesbian tease.
Yeah, just tell myself that. Don't get distracted by some serious booty. Focus on the performance. She's just a lesbian tease. Jacob took a deep breath before setting up on stage to play.
Jacob had long been a devotee of Jimmy Hendrix and his fantastic guitar solos, whose influence he liberally mixed with his own strummings in a soothing series of melodies meant to convey relaxation and anticipation all at once in the minds of an audience. Luckily, there was no mass-rebellion from the women below, no one looped a cane around his neck, but there was a problem he hadn't expected:
That girl. That lesbo exhibitionist.
Somehow the rest of the audience just blended into a blur. When he did look out, all he could see was her - near the front. Eyeing him. Not really flirtatiously, no coy expression. It was like... like the gold and pin haired uber-hottie wassss.... hungry? Yeah... it's like Jacob was a slab of Grade-A prime rib, and the way her mouth hung open, the way she panted and riveted her eyes on him.... as if she wanted to.... devour him? Jacob could only assume that she had some weird psychopathic man-hatred, and wanted to lead him around by the balls to get him to embarrass himself as part of some kind of revenge against his entire gender.
But near the beginning of the last verse, Jacob began to detect some sort of strange, pungent scent. It should not have been an attractive odor, so earthy and musky and wild, yet somehow he wanted more of it.... somehow it made him horny! He hoped no one noticed the way his pants seemed to leap around the crotch as hot lightning seemed to course down his spine to his groin, in a strange, primal, forced arousal. He almost forget the melody what with the sudden raging, rutting impulse that overtook him! But he was able to contain himself until the last few notes .... which he botched! The punk-pink haired half-Swedish exotic lesbo tease leaned in closer, her brown eyes seemed more luminous. She seemed to....focus on him, somehow, as the tangy musk continued to assault his senses.
His fingers stumbled horribly over the last note as he experienced a sudden flash of lesbo-expos naked body leaned over the hood of his Toyota Camry, him grunting savagely as his raging rod speared her from behind, between those plump cheeks of her derrière as he mauled her breasts. Another image of a bed, sweat and musk and damp sheets. His penis rubbed all across the length of her amazonian-long legs, until those smooth, perfect feet cradled the length of his rod, rolling them like a kindling stick as she played with her breasts, which somehow seemed to be dripping with milk. Jacob felt fires building in his groin as the hallucinatory orgy continued. No... he'd never had a foot fetish...until now....except that he couldn't decide what part of her to roll his cock over and inside. He wanted a breastfuck as much as he wanted to explode in her pussy. It didn't matter whether it was blowjob, or if he was allowed to simply spoon with her from behind until his manhood exploded.
He just wanted to cum on her... in her... anywhere. He didn't want to take walks in the park with this exotic amazon, didn't want to take her to the movies or make love on the beach... Jacob just wanted to explode. He wanted to simply shoot his semen at her. A mindless need that could neither be explained or denied.
Cum.
Sperm.
Inside her, outside her, either way. So long as he could ejaculate at her. Another flash of of images. His dick.... but a foot long, spraying her, giving her the pearl necklace of her life. Jacob wanted.... needed to drag this chick somewhere private and just bathe her in his cum!
"NHHYAAAHH!" He exhaled as he dropped his guitar pick, his pelvis quivering as his manhood erupted! With a jerk of sudden desire, Jacob came into his pants, blasting away his sperm into the dark confines of his clothing as his mind soared with pleasure. Maybe the audience would just think he was absorbed by the music he'd finished, surely no one would suspect he'd creamed himself up there on stage!
No one except her! Gold-pink haired amazon girl was still glaring at him as if he was the main course. As impossible as it sounded, the instinctive part of his brain told him that it was her doing. Somehow, she'd reached out with her weird sex-smell and her almost hypnotic eyes (not to mention boobs) and somehow aroused him from afar. Somehow she'd forced him to cum in his pants!
He'd cum in his pants!
On stage! On stage!
Jacob had to get out of there! How embarrassing! As soon as he could grab his gear, he scampered off stage and to a door as quick as possible! His guitar case strategically positioned to hide a raging penis that thrust as mightily as a steel rod! Wow, if these girls just wanted to be left alone without guys glaring at them, he'd be persona non-Grata in no time flat if they suspected even an inkling of what his traitorous dick had done!
"I love a musician that - " the girl was there; she'd started to speak to Jacob but he turned and hustled towards the back emergency exit. All he could think about was the shame of blasting off in his pants right there on stage! And the things he wanted to do the this busty lesbo chick....
Then came the caress upon his ass, and a tug. Maybe there was a smarter play, something else he could'a should'a would'a done, but all he could think about was getting the hell out of there before any other woman noticed!
Music.
The Music would clear his head. Luckily, Jacob had found a lonely apartment near an industrial district where nobody minded a lot of quasi-musical racket at all hours while he honed his abilities. Since last night, when he'd fled after creaming his pants, he'd felt something had.... changed... something was.... wrong? His dreams that night had been furtive, sleepless affairs where half the time the pink-blond chick would pin him down, and ride his dick like a nymphomaniac on steroids, the rest of the time he was pinning her down, just so he could cum on her... in her. No relationship vibe from this chick, just dreams of him blasting her with his semen.... and her loving it! Why?
So Jacob played. His renditions of some of the greatest masters of guitar from the 60's. As close as he could come to them, at least.
That was when the knock on his door came.
Mechanically, unthinkingly, he moved to open it. And immediately Jacob was seeing double.
Double GG's! No.... there were more than one.... two of them! It was that girl from the nightclub of course. Here. At his apartment. Somehow. Even more astonishing, there were two of them. Two totally identical statuesque hotties with the same gold-pink punk hair, the same ginormous tits..... even dressed in the same outfit? No.... Jake was hallucinating! Wasn't he? What were the odds of two such women existing in the same universe? Yet here they were.
"You dropped your wallet." said right babe.
"So we found your address." said lefty. Without asking, they stepped inside.
"You... you.... but... why come here....yourself...selves?" he stammered, dropping his guitar pick. "A...aren't you a lesbian?" And an exhibitionist, he thought. She moved her lips achingly close to his ear.
"Do you want me to be a lesbian? Would that get you hot?"
"Would that get you hard?" asked her twin.
"I..."
"You mean you want us to do thisssss...." identical babe on the left grabbed her twin's daisy-duke-clad ass and pulled her close.
"And this?" The twin said, as she ran her tongue from her sister's collarbone down...down.... to bury it in her ample cleavage.
"Y-you.... I'm.... errhh... m-musicians tend to b-be very.... p-progressive about that s-sort of thing." No... no chance of them overlooking an erection as massive as what Jacob had now!
"But does this please you Jacob?" one of them asked. Oh right. They had his wallet, they could get his name as well as his address. "Would it give you pleasure to watch me stick my tongue inside my own sister and lick out her drenching pussy until she blasts my face with girl-cum?"
" I uh....." Jacob's eyes widened in disbelief. Damned teasing lesbians. Was there any point in adjusting his boxers to hide the raging penis they knew he possessed? Strange; while he'd been glancing at their curvaceous asses, somehow their bra tops had.... vanished? Four breasts of glory bounced before him. Perkier than what he could have hoped for from a stripper, but so smooth, soft, not a hint of enlargement surgery. This quartet of mammalian splendor was as natural as they were impossible.
Righty shimmied her chest at him, deliberately. As her sister tugged on her pants. Breasts. So perfect, huge, round, hypnotic! One of them was squatting at her sister's groin, as if pulling her pants down for oral hijinks, the other was standing, jiggling at him for no reason!
"Call me Kaori." Said the standing hottie.
"And me Sayuri." said the licker. Kaori moaned as the agile-tongued sister began to eat her out right here, right now, in Jacob's apartment! "We're.... mmm... your groupies! *SLURP*"
"Wh - n-no... you didn't say groupies?"
"Yes, we.... ahhhh... that's great Sayuri.... we're like the babes that sleep with rock stars just for the status..." But he had no status, no fame!
"No.... you'd better stop Sayuri." Kaori said as she ran her hands across the pulsing cheeks of her ghetto-booty.
"I know what you mean, sis. If we do this, Jacob might cum in his pants again!"
They knew!
They knew, and yet they came to find his apartment? No damn sense!
"Such a waste of potential." Kaori said, as she broke away from her sister and approached him. Naked. It didn't really make sense; there were no clothes discarded on the floor, she'd been dressed when they'd come in. But somehow, her clothing and shoes had sort of....vanished? She was taller than him. Chicks weren't supposed to dig shorter guys! As she took several languid steps to close the distance, her skin seemed to moisten with glistening oil, sparkling in the dim light.
"I think you owe Sayuri and me for the sperm you wasted in your pants last night. High time I collect."
Jacob's mouth was growing cold from gaping. And his dick was getting painfully hard.... so close to this impossible sexual paragon.
"And Jacob feels it inside of himself - " Sayuri continued. "He feels the need to ejaculate on us. Inside me, outside me. Doesn't matter. He's been consumed all night with the need to bathe me in his sperm." she said, matter- of-factly. Like she knew. Like she knew of his thoughts, his lusts. Impossible! Sayuri began to caress her own naked body. Running hands along her calves to draw attention to her perfect legs, rising up to fondle her own ass. She was posturing, posing, showcasing her incredible curves in a wicked seduction.
"Like we said," Sayuri continued. "we're your groupies. And you think you're not famous enough now huh? Well...." she bent over backwards in a post of preternatural flexibility bending her spine back until a suspiciously long tongue began... began licking her own ass cheeks! "*MMMM* *SLURP* Let's just say.... for the sake of argument, that you spent the next few days fucking me and my sister silly, then I promise you..." Did she have four arms? Could she be squeezing her own ass cheeks and pinching her nipples at the same time? No.... Jacob must be seeing things! "... that your number of groupies will grow, and grow and GROW!" She smiled shark like, naked... posing to arouse him.
While Kaori was ....
"YEAAHAHHH!!!" Her mouth! It was around his dick! She'd squatted, grabbed his boxers, and inhaled his manmeat like a Popsicle! "Wh-why....??!?" He murmured as the liquid bliss overtook him.
"Yeah, we probably didn't need to go to that club last night. Sayuri explained while cupping her own breasts provocatively. "It's just that we wanted to be around a lot of..... normal girls. To see whether they knew any tricks or secrets at snagging guys that we might have missed. Didn't really need to, though. So you thought we were lesbians. Have to prove you wrong then!"
As Jake's dick got the tongue bath of his life, Sayuri thrust her tits in his hands, towards his face.
"Would a lesbian let you do this?" She took his hand and plunged it between her cleavage. "Would a lesbian kiss you like this?" And she did so, pulling on his lips with her teeth savagely. But the pleasure of the blowjob seemed to propel him beyond any of his petty fears and questions. The raw delight consumed him, became his world, and his doubts melted away. The suckling, licking, heavenly blowjob sent him into a pleasant, trusting rapture. So much so that it just didn't seem strange the way Sayuri nuzzled his face against her nipple, thrusting it into his mouth. Nor did it seem strange when she lactated, filling Jacob with a soothing, chemical bliss as he drank more and more of her milk, even as her sister drank of his sperm.
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That had been the beginning. An audition performance had attracted the first two in his harem. The next few days were an explosive blur of frantic, fiendish sex in every imaginable position. When he wasn't throwing them over his coach and plunging into one of them from behind, he was sandwiched between the twins for a kiss-fondle-fuck three-way orgy.
And it had happened; they had multiplied. After more sex than Jake had thought humanly possible over the course of a week, Kaori had.... split? Her body became like liquid, and it was as though another women pulled herself out of Kaori's ass! She split like... like some kinda nymphomanical bacteria! That was the scariest shit he'd seen outside of a horror movie but.... but then Sayuri thrust a nipple at him, and when he drank her milk, it didn't seem strange or scary anymore. It seemed like fun.
The pattern was established. Kaori had grown... fed and sustained by Jacob's sperm... until she'd divided herself and reformed into two coffee-skinned, purple haired Hispanic-looking girls who named themselves Keisha and Kori. And they were just as horny as their progenitor. The same had happened to Sayuri, but the girls that reformed from her were different; a blond named Sally, and an Swedish named Yuri. Both of them appeared with body-piercings! Stylish metal studs in their tongues, through both nipples, and....even through their clit! But it wasn't real, nothing they wore was; it was all just part of some crazy shape shifting power! But sucking on Kori's breast milk calmed him down a lot.... things didn't seem crazy then.
And so on. Each girl was a psychopathic nymphomaniac, they seemed to feed of Jacob's sperm, and after three weeks, each would divide into two new women! The more sex he had, the more women he'd get! And his dick! Every week he seemed at least an inch bigger, and he could cum and cum and cum.
As the number of shifters increased, Jacob's dick produced ever more sperm, and he could cum more and more often, so a shifter could survive less sex with him over more time. And soon, worldly cares and stress faded away, as his bevy of beauties took over all chores, housework, bills, and earning money...
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And now, here was this new shifter, gorgeous, yes, but not disturbingly exotic. But her body itself, it was like a musical instrument. Jacob ran his hand from the lower slope of her breast down to her navel, which triggered an electronic hum that resolved into a series of guitar-like notes.
It sounded like his song. The one he'd played that night at the all-girls nightclub. The first half of his chorus. He licked the sweet cream from her nipples, a whiny, high-pitched sound. He began to massage her ass while the shifter girl languidly swayed her hips. A low bass hum when he squeezed her butt.
The Organizer dropped her pen. Eyes widened around the harem.
"It's a kind of electric modulation of sound that I mastered." The Shifter chick explained. "I know you like to fuck us, and suck our breasts, but you used to have other interests, too. You can still be a musician! Through me, the sex you crave is now combined with your artistic passion. Practice on my body, and fuck me deep, and see what wonders we can achieve together!"
"Y-you....never seen.... heard anything like you before..." Jacob stammered, as his penis throbbed.
"Call me Carmen."
"Carmen. Musical...."
"All of us here are cock-crazed nymphomaniacs," she admitted with candor. Most of these girls will say and do anything to please you, in the hopes that you'll fuck your life-giving sperm into them...."
"And are you any different?" demanded a nearby brunette in a cheerleader outfit from the harem. Carmen rubbed her moist nipples as she answered.
"Of course I want to fuck Jacob more than life itself! Of course I'd give anything to convince him to rape his sperm into me, but not just because he's a man; I learned about you, chose you specifically. That's why I deserve your cum more than the rest; Not just because I can make music with my body, but because I took the time to learn about you, your passions and loves so that I could give you a rare pleasure enjoyable to you specifically." She explained. It's the main reason why Carmen didn't want to chase down that hobo out on the street - she wasn't prepared for him like she was for Jacob. Carmen's breasts crept larger, from mere D-cup beauties into blossoming mountains of football size, on the way to throw-pillow magnitude milkers dribbling with hot, addictive lactate.
"And if you sweep me off this stage and onto your cock, I will continue to go above and beyond your expectations to pleasure you. Claim me! Claim my body, my abilities, and the pleasure I can provide as your personal, eternal fuckslave!"
For a moment, the room was quiet enough to hear a pin drop.
And Jacob did just that; He scooped up the slim, busty shifter into his arms like a groom carrying his bride over the threshold, except this bride was naked, with wobbling tits like watermelons that wouldn't stop dribbling.
"Stacy, cancel my afternoon oil massage. And the evening mud-wrestling challenge. I'll be.... busy!" No one argued, protested, or even tried to duplicate Carmen's odd specialty as the House Man carried her off to the 3rd adjoining auxiliary bedroom.
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"I know what you are..." Jacob breathed as he speared her pussy with mighty, eighteen-inch impalements. "And I want you to take my sperm, and grow... and breed! I want more of you, and I want to cover you with my seed head to toe. Rest of the harem.... *NHHAAAAAAHHH!!" They can go with a little less sperm for awhile."
Carmen's skin and heart sang with rapture as she struggled with the white-hot firestorm of mind-bending delight that was hers now! She wasn't aware of the surroundings, the rest of the world, only his cock mattered, the cock she had schemed and labored for most of her life to attain.
"Hahahah... wow.... your body plays my songs... my old music...hahahah!! That's great, babe." Another mighty thrust, another firm groping of her leaking bosom. "So you shifters are all such sluts for sperm huh? Well let's find out! I'm gonna.... *RRNNNNHN* put you to the test... how much sperm.... you think you can handle huh? If I cum enough, with a dick as big as mine, will I overflow you pussy? Huh?" All Carmen could do was moan with heavenly delight.
"How much... can I cum... inside you.... before you get filled up, and I have to give you a bukkake cum-bath all over that pretty little musical skin of yours!!" Jacob threatened as he speared her yet again.
"GHAAAAAHHHH!!! BY MY ANCESTORS YESSSS!!!!" She howled.
"Gonna... put you... to the TEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSTTTT!" His pelvis spasmed as yet another mighty spurt pulsed from his whale-worthy penis into her frantically sucking pussy, so eager to take all he had to give.
For this, Carmen was unprepared: She'd gotten by for so long on small, occasional mercy and stealth fucks that she has entirely overwhelmed by the magnitude of sperm that jetted into her from a fully-developed Master of a large-to-mid size harem. Regrettably, she only lasted four minutes before her mind blanked out in a white-haze of sense-shattering ultimate pleasure.
The house would be filled for weeks with eerie, pulsating melodies that reverberated like a chorus of angels raping an alien with three mouths; with a little Jimmy Hendrix thrown in for good measure. It would be another month before the record contract was signed.
The body-sex music had a strange quality to its tones that triggered arousal remotely in shifters. Usually, after five minutes of steady listening, most shifters would inexplicably, irresistibly climax, it seemed to sing to the core of their metamorphic being.
With so much semen, it was only three days later that Carmen rippled and split, becoming tanned blonds calling themselves Carrie and Carmelita. By the time Carmelita grew into two brown-haired Swedishs named Carlita and Melina, they were ready to go on tour. The audience of shifters in Phoenix had went wild with applause when Carrie split right up there on stage. The new, teenaged-bodied young shifters had introduced themselves by microphone as Callie and Rita. A new pop-culture sensation for a new age! Some of those in the harem duplicated Carmen's musical trick, but those that didn't soon found themselves out on the street auditioning themselves! Their roles in the harem replaced by Carmen's progeny!
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"Do you ever get depressed over all the failed auditions we've been too?" Leila asked Nora. The two of them had gravitated together, forming a de-facto partnership. Traveling constantly was easier with a permanent companion. Nora's clothes melted away as they closed the door to the cheap motel they'd rented together.
"Hah! No, not really. Didn't I tell you; my ancestors have been living on auditions for ten generations!" Her hair turned into redheaded ringlets, and one eye turned blue, the other green. For anyone familiar enough to read Nora's moods, that was a sign of mischief. "We just claim whatever abilities are desired, do our striptease, and most Men with big harems are so horny all the time, that they'll fuck us anyway, even if we don't have any decent abilities. We just need to get in front of him!"
"I'm glad you feel that way;" Leila began, as she grew transparent stripper heels, melted away her clothes and covered her skin with floral tattoos. "You've been a good friend, and I don't think I could join a harem unless they took both of us!"
"MMMhh...we should make up a duet! An act both of us can participate in!" Nora suggested, as she became a long-legged platinum blond Nordic
"A duet huh? Like this?!" Leila threw Nora to the bed, caressed herself, and then grew flower-like tattoos.
"Mmmmm.... you know I like flowers.... that's what you do when you want to seduce me into lesbian sex."
"And you go white-blond when you're trying to get me in the mood for lesbian sex!"
The two collapsed on top of each other, embracing, lactating. Most hotel sheets these days were scotch-guarded in any event. Beneath the covers, an array of extra tongues and fake penises reamed and ravaged feminine clefts. The tongue and muff-diving heated up to a fever pitch.
If only a man could see their performance now; Leila thought to herself. Then they would not have failed their Audition.