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Samantha Eldridge was proud of herself. At the young age of 25 she had already made herself a millionaire in the telecommunications business. Her climb up the corporate ladder had been swift and efficient. Two thousand people technically worked under her now, many a great deal older than her. Too bad, she thought. Some people just aren’t cut out for upper management.

“I’ll see you later?” A voice tore into her self-admiration. She looked to the man who had just finished dressing. “Maybe. I’ll call you.” She replied, twirling her thick blonde hair with around a finger. She had been keeping Ethan on the hook for quite some time. In everything but sex, he was boring, which is why she was content to keep their interactions to the occasional sweaty romp in the bedroom whenever she felt horny. The man just nodded and left, as he usually did.

Samantha then got out of bed and readied herself for the rest of the day. There was an important meeting later, and she needed to look her best. After taking a shower, she dressed herself in a nice business suit in the mirror. Her supple curves were accentuated by her ever-so-slightly revealing clothing. She wore an ever-so-short business skirt with high heels and a blouse that showed off her ample cleavage. She liked to give those old fools a good look at her, just enough to get them to do whatever she wanted.

“Bonjour madame!” Cynthia called out from the next room over. “Did you hear there may be proof of alien life?” Cynthia was Samantha’s housekeeper, despite being not much older than the businesswoman. The girl wore a knee-length flowing skirt along with a t-shirt and cardigan. “Shall I prepare dinner for you when you get home?” She asked as Samantha walked to the front door.

“Mhm.” Cynthia paid little attention; she was already on the phone with her assistant.

“What would you like?”

“I don’t care, just make it happen.” Samantha said. She was already out the door with a slam, and was out into the street.

“Yes, I’ll need that prepared for the presentation. No, I don’t care how long YOU think that’ll take, it needs to get-“Samantha was interrupted by a near head-on collision as two people rounded the corner. She stumbled back a few steps and she got a look at who had so rudely bumped into her. “Hey, watch it!” She yelled at the idiotic, sultrily dressed girls. The two bore silent stares at her, and she harrumphed before continuing on and into her car. “Driver, get me to work!” She commanded, as her car drove her off. She wanted to yell at them further but had bigger fish to fry today.

“That one looks influential.” Meg commented. Her and Amanda watched the shapely ass of the girl who had scolded them as it climbed into a nice black car and was driven off.

“Little rude though.” The girl’s Asian companion added. The two had been out on the hunt for their newest prey when they encountered her.

“I think it’s time I got an upgrade.” Meg said, looking down at her own voluptuous form. “This skin is adequate, but its previous owner was not well-off. Perhaps being wealthy and beautiful would better serve my plans.”

“Mmmm, sounds fun.” Amanda said with excitement. “I forgot you can shed that skin easily. The only question is: how will you get to her?”

The redhead’s stolen brow furrowed in thought, before the door nearest to them opened. A woman stepped out, closing the door behind her before descending down the steps. The two girls watched on and she passed by them on the street. “Excuse me.” The woman muttered in a foreign accent.

Meg smiled. “I have an idea.” She said, looking to Amanda. “But I’ll need the help of your… friend.”

Amanda gave an evil grin, realizing what her fellow alien had in store. “Gotcha.” The two “girls” took off after their newest target. The game was on.

The streetlights gave off a pale glow as Samantha climbed the steps of her apartment to her front porch. The day had been a great success, with the board sure to approve her proposal. Within a month she could see herself in one of those chairs, making the most important decisions in the company. The thought of it gave her a rush. Perhaps she’d call over Ethan again to celebrate.

She stepped into the entryway, immediately noticing the dim light of the room. “Cynthia?” She asked to silence. Her heels clicked and clacked as she walked down the hall to the kitchen. Yet again she found the room empty, though there was a bag of groceries set upon the granite amatör porno countertop island. “Cynthia?” She called out, again to no response. Samantha gazed inside the bag, finding an assortment of seafood ingredients. “Goddammit, I hate fish. That French bitch should know that by now.” She thought to herself. She noticed a pool of slime which she could only assume came from some fishy substance. Despite being obviously left out for a few hours, the bag gave off a sweet aroma that gave Samantha a strange feeling in her loins.

“Oh, madame, you are here!” Samantha yelped as Cynthia suddenly spoke behind her. “Jesus fuck!” The woman exclaimed, turning to face her French housekeeper, who stood at the doorway. “You scared the shit out of me!” Samantha yelled. “Where have you been? Why isn’t dinner ready?” She noted the girl was disheveled. Her cardigan looked hastily thrown on. She was brushing strands of brown hair back into a neat position around her face. “Apologies, madame,” She said as if out of breath, looking up and down Samantha’s body with a look she had never seen before. “I was busy… entertaining your guests. I lost track of time.”

Samantha’s eyes widened. “Guests?! What the fuck are you talking about?”

“They came from… very far away. They are waiting for you in your office.” The girl continued to eye up her blonde employer, running her tongue along her bottom lip. “Is she checking me out?” Samantha thought.

“Whatever, I’m gonna go look for myself.” She finally said. “You’d better get to work on dinner if you still want a job here tomorrow.” Samantha took off past her useless maid.

“Whatever you say… pute.” Cynthia muttered to herself.

Samantha threw open the door to her office. She immediately recognized the two faces she’d bumped into outside earlier. “You?” She asked. A redhead sat in her own chair behind her desk, smiling confidently. Behind her, by the window stood an Asian in a low cut top that let her nipples show through and a short skirt than ran midway down her toned thighs, who turned to face the blonde executive. “Who the hell are you and why are you in my house?”

“Your maid let us in.” The redhead said, examining her own hands and slender arms. “She’s a nice girl, you shouldn’t be so hard on her.” The Asian girl slowly stepped around Samantha, eyeing the businesswoman’s curves as she did so. She was now positioned between the blonde girl and the door.

“What the hell do you skanks want?” Samantha demanded. “Why the fuck shouldn’t I call the cops on you?”

The redhead stood, and Samantha caught sight of something. Between the woman’s smooth legs, beneath her own short skirt, something was causing a bulge to appear quickly. The redhead smiled as she saw where her prey was looking, and glanced down at it as well. “It’s simple,” the ‘woman’ said, raising the thin cloth that was draped over her appendage. “I want your body.”

Samantha gazed in shock at the dark green slimy tentacle. It was slowly expelling itself inch by inch from Meg’s pussy, causing her to shudder slightly from the pleasure of being penetrated in reverse. The possessed redhead grinned perversely as Samantha screamed.

Cynthia was torn from her cooking as she heard a muffled scream come from the room down the hall. “Madame? C’est bon?” She asked, moving away from her work and out of the kitchen. Hopefully her employer would still be happy with her by the end of the night. After all, she needed this job to stay in the country. As she walked down the hallway, she began to hear the muffled shrieks turn into muffled moans. Finally coming to the door to Samantha’s office, she found her employer bent over her desk, her skirt hiked up as she was being rammed into by a tentacle coming out of a woman’s pussy. Meanwhile, another woman sat in a chair in the corner, her own skirt hiked up as she openly masturbated to the sight.

“Madame!” Cynthia exclaimed, as all participants turned to face her. Samantha, already somewhat lost in pleasure, looked at her maid with somewhat hopeful surprise. However, the chemicals in Meg’s tentacle slime were quickly focusing more on how good it felt rather than the absurdity of it all.

The French maid’s expression of shock turned to one of pouting disappointment. “Why didn’t you tell me you were getting started with our guests?” She said. The woman reached down to her knee-length skirt, pulling it up to reveal a slimy purple slug already sticking liseli porno itself out of her bare pussy. “Oh, I forgot to tell you, Madame Samantha, I found alien life! It felt so good when it slid up inside me.” She bit her lip at the blissful memory.

Whatever hope was still within Samantha’s lust addled mind faded as she watched her French maid cast off her clothes once more and rejoin Amanda on a nearby chair. Unknown to her, the Asian woman had covertly slipped a slug inside her grocery bag as she left the supermarket. After a few minutes of waiting outside, the Amanda and Meg were cordially invited into the apartment by their newly converted sister and had been “appreciating” her body until Samantha had returned. Now the alien in the French beauty sat in Amanda’s lap and returned to passionately making out with the alien inside Amanda as the two felt up one another’s lovely stolen curves.

Meg, meanwhile, was feeling pleasure build inside her. As she grasped Samantha’s lovely round ass and shook it with each strong thrust, she remarked on how she had previously not had to release her conversion fluid in such a manner previously; now it seemed she needed to achieve an orgasm to begin the process. Now she moaned aloud and cursed aloud in her human voice as she at last felt its approach. Without sacrificing her rhythm, she reached forward and grasped a fistful of Samantha’s long blonde hair. She yanked her head back, turning it to face her. “Thanks for letting me wear you.” She whispered breathily. Samantha was now too lost in pleasure to respond, her resting bitch faced turned to a hazy smile. It was then that the pressure reached its peak, and Meg’s eyes went wide. “Oh, fuck!” She screamed as she felt a torrent of slime erupt from her tentacle into Samantha’s body.

Amanda and Cynthia halted their kissing to spectate the scene before them. “Mon dieu!” Cynthia whispered as she witnessed Meg thrust less and less into Samantha as her employer’s skin began to rapidly deflate as if filled with air. Within seconds her slender legs were gone, then her busty chest, then here arms and finally her head. Meg was soon holding onto an empty skin by the hair, as slime dripped from its open orifices. She let it drop to the desk with a wet thud like a diving suit before stripping it of its clothing.

“It’s finally time.” The redhead said proudly as she began to slip off her crop top, letting it and her skirt fall to her feet. Cynthia and Amanda grinned as they saw the totally nude form of their companion now laid bare. Meg flipped her curly red hair over one shoulder before reaching behind her head and drawing a line down her neck with one fingernail. She smiled as she felt a seam open up, and her human skin opened to reveal the hidden form of the alien beneath. “Goodbye Meg.” She said as her convincingly human visage soon became lifeless and the alien pulled its head from its old skin. Her smooth arms soon lost their form, as well as her perky breasts. Cynthia and Amanda watched on as the alien infiltrator stripped itself free of Meg’s form at last, pulling its feet out of her legs. “No offense, but I think I prefer you inside one of them.” Amanda said with a smirk, motioning to the wet skins that lay around the room. Cynthia giggled before turning to her sister and embracing her in a wet kiss. The slug which hung from her cunt began to probe Amanda’s outer pussy lips.

The alien at last abandoned Meg, letting her fall to the floor and eagerly reached to Samantha’s form, opening a new seam in the blonde’s back. The alien then repeated the same process in reverse, stuffing its dark green limbs into the blonde’s back. The two alien companions saw Samantha’s legs and toes fill with life, like the alien was putting on a sock rather than a human skin. Within a minute her lower body was under the control of the extraterrestrial. Amanda noted her ass in particular had regained its impressive shape, though the rest of her body hung limply from the alien’s waist. Now the alien’s hands burrowed into Samantha’s arms. She was taller than Meg, and her arms were longer, but the extraterrestrial’s abilities allowed it to extend or retract its own limbs to accommodate the skin it was hiding in. Samantha’s hands soon filled like gloves before slowly settling into a more natural shape. Her chest was pressed against the alien’s own, and she her breasts were once again full and perkier than ever. The rest of her body was assuming its mobil porno previous form, the alien now appearing to replicate her muscles and bone. Her dainty hands now moved to her head, which was the only thing remaining hollow.

Amanda was busy having her mouth violated by Cynthia’s tongue and her pussy violated by her new slug, both of which were attempting to go as deep inside her as possible. This foreign human was certainly enthusiastic now that her offspring was controlling her body, she thought. “Ahem!” The aliens were interrupted by a noise as they turned to see a nude Samantha Eldridge standing before them, a hollow redhead’s skin at her feet. Her sexy body looked just as it once did; the only clue that an alien was now wearing her amber skin was the trails of dark slime that trickled from her mouth and pussy.

“Cynthia.” The blonde’s sexy voice said. “Clean me up, would you? I appear to have gotten a little dirty somehow.”

Cynthia gave a mischievous grin to match her madame’s. She then gave a small look of concentration, and Amanda gasped as she felt the slug leave Cynthia’s pussy and slide into her own. The French maid then climbed off of a disappointed Amanda’s lap and followed the new Samantha across the room as the executive sat in her office chair. Samantha then spread her legs wide open. Cynthia knelt and dutifully went to work cleaning the trails of slime on her madame’s smooth skin with her tongue, starting with the one at her pussy.

“Mmmhh… Cynthia… I’ve been treating you too poorly.” Samantha said breathily as her maid lapped at her cunt. “Then again, I don’t remember you eating me out.”

Cynthia then raised her head from between Samantha’s legs. “Anything for you mademoiselle.” She said with a smile. She then licked up the trail of slime from the blonde’s mouth before her tongue found its way inside, battling with Samantha’s own tongue in a brief kiss.

“So…” Amanda said, admiring the scene of the two new lesbians before her. “Is being a rich girl everything you wanted?”

Samantha examined her own body, which now bore no signs of the recent events. “Well, from my new memories, I think it’ll be much easier to spread through the human populace.” She said. “My species specializes in infiltrating… high society.” She sighed as her maid explored her new nether regions once more, this time with her fingers.

“Mhm.” Amanda nodded, looking down to the floor. “And what will you do with her?” She pointed at the lifeless skin of Meg, which still lay crumpled where the alien had dropped it.

“I’ll put another… clone in that one, like I did with Erica, but I need more genetic material.” Samantha responded between breaths. “Speaking of which, I’m going to need you to call up Ethan, Cynthia.”

“Oh? You want to call him over?” Cynthia said, picking up the pace of her fingering. “You want him to fuck you?”

“Yes… yes I do…” Samantha began to moan, feeling the pleasure build once more.

“Do you want me to give him my gift? So he’ll become one of us?” She blasted her employer’s new cunt with her fingers, feeling the perfectly replicated pussy juices cover her digits.

“Yes… oh god yessss.” Samantha could only whisper as she felt a familiar cliff approach. Her tentacle now threatened to escape her loins. Cynthia felt the slimy appendage starting to travel down the blonde’s canal and forced it back up with a thrust of her hand. Instantly Samantha was overwhelmed with stimulation and experienced her first fully female orgasm. “Fuuuuck!” She screamed as she came, her new body exploding in sexual bliss. In a fashion most unlike her previous self, she pulled Cynthia in close embraced her much abused employee in a passionate makeout, trading saliva with the girl through hot, wet kisses as her orgasm slowly abated.

“Well then,” Amanda said as she stood. “I’m gonna go find something to eat. Growing a new slug takes a lot of calories.” She sashayed out of the room, completely nude. Cynthia and Samantha finally broke their kiss in time to see her glorious ass turn the corner.

“I’ll go find a place to hang your ‘dirty laundry’ mademoiselle.” Cynthia said with a wink before getting up and gathering the crumpled Meg skin, carrying it in both arms out the door.

“Remember to call Ethan!” Samantha called out as she watched her naked maid leave just as her partner in crime just did. It was only then that she sat back in her chair and took stock of her situation. She had a new beautiful body, new opportunities, and a nice place to live while she got to work infiltrating human society. Yes, Samantha Eldridge thought as she twirled her thick blonde hair around a finger. Things could only get better from here.

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