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Part 1: Penis-Count



"Hymenoptera Braconidae?"

"Check." The parasitic wasps buzzed angrily in the jar with the perforated top that I kept them in for most missions.

"BT extract?"


Yes, the glass vials of bacillus thuringiensis bacterial toxin were fully loaded into cylindrical metal cannisters for easy delivery.

"Spray Gun?"




Probably unnecessary; but I always felt better knowing that my enemy couldn't use cell phones to warn others of what was coming.

"That's everything."

"And you're sure about the guns?"

I nodded.

"They're not as effective as you'd think; and there's too much trouble with the Police. There's just no way I could explain myself if I got caught." I reminded her. "They're not put-together like us; bullets.... ehh.... not the best choice. but that's just one more reminder not to sympathize with them." "And now it's time." she said to me, looking at the door to 103 Yarborough Terrace; my latest target.

Right at Dusk was the best time for the attack; the odds were best that the entire hive would have returned for feeding, but many of them would be weaker after a full days' activity. If I did it later at night, the orgy would be in full swing, and the enemy would be faster and more cunning after some of them had a chance to feed. Too early in the day, and I'd miss maybe half of the targets, who would go underground, lie low, and just set up a new hive somewhere else.

But as I kicked in the front door with a running charge, I knew that the chances were good I'd find every one of the bitches together under one roof; and the great majority would be weak with hunger still.

At first blush, you would have thought it was a high-end brothel or escort service. The women were sleek and toned, with vivacious figures of voluptuous beauty that belonged in a Hooters restaurant, or perhaps a modeling runway. There were a variety of beauties; several ethnicities and hair-colors.

As I stormed through the door; they seemed to be separated by clothing - three girls in a corner wearing dominatrix leathers. Four more stood near a sofa wearing a selection of string bikinis and chatting in low voices, Two walking away from me down the hallway wearing scandalously-tight cocktail dresses, these were puzzling over why one of their cell phones wasn't working. All of them slim and sultry paragons of flowing-haired femininity; each looking no older than perhaps twenty-five. But that was a lie. All of it was a lie. I started out with the hymenoptera. The angry wasps buzzed frantically and aggressively around the room once I violently shattered their jar in the midst of the bikini-beauties. That would get them to panic; make it harder to organize a counterattack. But one of the spandex-dominatrixes was ready for me; and I saw the cloud of faint, purple mists blowing towards me. Not that it mattered; I was already wearing a rag strapped to my face loaded with onions. I was barely able to breathe; but her pheromones would be blunted to a tolerable level now that adrenaline was pumping through my system.

My spraying weapon was a modified version of a car-wash water nozzle, modified and adapted for my singular purpose. The BT-toxin doused the dominatrixes, causing them to screech with terror as I moved on to the center of the room. Most of the girls were fleeing from the wasps, but I was able to mist the entire sofa and living room with BT, and the shapely derriers of my fleeing enemies.

The next one to stand against me was a tall blond with sparkling blue eyes clad in a silver-glittering string bikini - but I could see strange folds and strands moving away from her clothing, and her eyes started to shift into a mesmerizing kaleidoscope of colors, meaning that she was about to reveal her true form; but I was ready.

Without hesitation I reached and grabbed a nipple on her bouncy D-cups and gave her sharp, abrupt nipple-twist. That shocked her enough to distract her, and allowed me to bring the nozzle to bear; soaking her from head to foot in the bacterial pesticide. Her screams of fear didn't slow me as I continued into the house.

I heard another BT nozzle blasting, and knew it to be Jessie. The Gorgeous brunette was my strong right hand, my trusted partner. She waited outside on guard; a few always tried to slip past me and escape; but Jessie made sure to douse them good; now it wouldn't matter if they escaped.

I found two more in the kitchen, redheads nude except for frilly aprons which exhorted the reader to 'Kiss the Cook' as they carried bowls of stew freshly prepared.

Still eating solid food. That was a good sign.

No doubt the food was contaminated with their aphrodisiac breast milk. They can kiss the barrel of my weapon. Instead they screamed as the wasps attacked them, and my BT spray sprinkled them.

I came to a hallway going in two directions; I'd actually been in this house once... long ago... seemed like another lifetime ago. Some changes, but I knew the basic layout.

"Jessie, Bedroom check!" I shouted to my trusted companion. "I've got the basement!" Smooth as clockwork, we both rushed to our tasks. Coming up the stairs I found a bronze-skinned, naked porn-star - or so she looked. If she were human, I might have believed her to be Hispanic; maybe Mexican. Someone with her looks probably should have been the pampered concubine of a billionaire drug-lord. But things were changing; unless I stopped them.

Her E-cup melons hung tantalizingly from her chest as she rose languidly to meet me. The juicy orbs bigger than my handspan dripped with sweat and tempting trails of lactation = and damnation, I knew. She tried the mesmerizing eyes trick; you know the one - where swirls of hypnotic color appear in her eyes, begging you to look closer... closer... until she had you... until nothing seemed to matter but the softness of her warm, inviting womanflesh. The silken delight of her tanned skin, the pillowy splendour of her boobs.


"With tits like those; what man is gonna look you in the eye?" I joked to the woman-like creature. I raised my nozzle to attack, but she was faster! A hand clutching a ripe boob squeezed; sending a jet of tempting milk right to my face.


Now that Ms. Mexican Pornstar had lactated on me, specifically my onion mask, that gave them the advantage. It was a 'damned if you do, damned if you don't' situation. Of course, any man that drank from her breasts would devolve into a mindless, rutting sex-fiend under her control, but removing my mask would eliminate my protection from her mating musks! Well, it was like choosing between certain death and a maybe-death. I had to act fast, there was really no option but to strip off my wet mask. In the split second before her next attack, I could already feel the blazing tingle running up my spine, the pounding behind my ears, and the stiffening of my pants. Very soon I would be painfully erect. The pornstar went for my cock. She lunged low, hands reaching for my zipper, mouth open. The pheromones she exuded from her moist cunt were already making me sluggish, overcoming the adrenaline in my blood.

If she got my pants off... if she got her kissable lips and her wet tongue around my penis.... it would be over.

But I'd been down this road before; and overcome worse odds. I dived; sliding backwards along the carpet as I fired the BT. She thrashed and growled. And I knew I had won.

This time.

But if I didn't end this mission quick, I'd be the one needing rescue! Without my mask, I had no defense against the overwhelming sexual attractant wafting up from between their shapely thighs. That was their real weapon: The fact that my enemies resembled politician-destroying call-girl seductresses only served to lure men close... close enough for their sexual weapons to take effect.

And I was vulnerable.

End this fast! I prepared myself for the stairs, even as blood pounded in my ears. Kicking open the door to the stairwell, I threw in my back up wasp-cannister. I didn't see a lightswitch, but heard the jar crash distantly. Hmm... the basement area was larger than I remembered; it might take a moment for the wasps to spread far enough to have the desired effect and...


As I suspected, this was an established; breeding hive. I could tell that the three women ascending the stairs were hatchlings; none of them were over six-feet tall, yet each had breasts larger than her own head. Icy-blond nordic goddesses moaned hungrily at me. Their luscious skin still moist and glistening from the birthing. I could almost compare them to nineteen-year old Swedish supermodels obsessed with breast-enlargement surgery - except that no mere implant could produce such mammalian perfection. Each massive mammary swung and jiggled with bouncing perkiness, yet their size and proximity allowed for a mouth-watering cleavage even when nude. Young as they were, they couldn't yet simulate clothing. All they knew was a psychopathic hunger for sperm. Newborns like this had to be hidden from public view; they couldn't flirt or seduce yet; only moan, lactate, and fuck. It would take several feedings before they could think and strategize; and I had just delivered up myself as the main course!

Below, at the base of the stairs was a green-eyed brunette with a swimmer's figure and a stripper's boobs. And she was pregnant. She grunted and rubbed her throbbing belly; young pulsing within her gravid body. I HAD to succeed; if a pregnant breeder escaped me; then the hive would bounce back from anything I might inflict.

I refused to let my resolve waver even as the wall of pheromones slammed into me. I sprayed, and sprayed the BT toxin. The enraged, parasitic wasps were circulating now, they should eventually neutralize anything I miss. My aim faltered as my cock surged with erect desire. There was a snapping sound within my pants.... damn! The elastic restraints I'd tied around myself had failed; my throbbing horse-dick was surging past my underwear, creating a massive tent.

Every bone in my body told me to strip naked and let nature take its course. My libido was like a great chain pulling upon me; rampant desire yanked at my will and resolve towards a soft prison of moistening pussies and milk-gorged breasts.

But I dared not let desire rule me!

So easy...it would be so easy to just slump down the stairs.... down into the frantic embrace of the ice-blond, teenage, supermodel nymphomaniacs... it would feel so good when they raped me for my sperm for the rest of the night. But it wouldn't end there....

It would never end!

I wouldn't be myself, wouldn't be a man anymore If I gave in! I grunted; bit my lip to allow the pain to blot-out the waves of lusty pheromones wafting from each willing pussy. And sprayed. Always spraying my weapon. I couldn't really aim it; my vision was blurry, my pulse was racing and my mind was consumed by fantastic erotic visions that could easily be more than fantasies! The basement was a concentrated hot-zone of mind-pickling sex-chemicals, but this staircase was the only way out; and I got them all. All of them; even the gravid brunette at the bottom. I roared and blasted them, even as my penis grew yet larger!

Soon, I had plastered my enemies with so much of the clear liquid toxin that I had to reload. I jumped back to close the basement door. Then I propped a nearby broom against the door from the other side, jamming it in such a way between wall and door that they would have to break the door to escape. That should give enough time for wasps and poison to work.

I saw Jessie heading back my way, shaking her spray-weapon.

"I'm out!"

My dick was still throbbing in my pants, and I fought the urge to drag her to the ground and ravish her trim body.

"Penis-count?" I asked instead.

"Three!" She bent her pinkie finger with her thumb.

Only three! That meant there was still hope! I tossed my partner a spare cannister loaded with BT, and headed for the bedroom. "Do a once-over!" I ordered; without really needing to. Jessie and I have been at this long enough that she knew to sweep the house, catching all the fallen with an extra BT dose, just in case some where faking, or had received a less than optimal dose.

But the house had seen some additions since I was last here; as a young kid. A new room had been added to the house, and I could see some architectural differences along the wall in front of me, and also in the new door in this hallway leading to the bedroom. I kicked in the new door.

The marble tiles and frothing jacuzzi were distractions to the room's true purpose. Within the foamy, churning water was a busty brunette with violet eyes jiggling her own coconut-sized cleavage while tearing through a hot-pink, sheer tank-top that her breasts might seem to burst forwards in the direction of a small, tripod mounted camera. There was additional thrashing as though someone still underwater was caressing or massaging the violet-eyed babealicious wonder. Also, a delicious, nude blond with one blue eye and one green was laying outside the jacuzzi, on the tiled floor, spreading soapy foam over her naked private parts in order to tease and tittilate another camera off to the left. Her legs were remarkably sculpted and toned; a runner's legs with childbearing hips, and a porno-stripper's bountiful breasts each capable of holding a quart of milk. This was the media center. I saw a glass enclosure in the north wall with audio-video equipment. I sneered at the dripping, luscious women.

Media-centers could have a multitude of purposes; sometimes the tapes could be used as an additional source of pornographic revenue for the Hive. Sometimes the purpose was purely for the seduction and pleasure of one or more particular men. Some Hives exchanged tapes with each other; apparently the salacious video carried a special meaning within the obscene sub-culture of my feminine enemies. They smiled with seductive innuendo at the sight of a fit, muscled man like myself barging in on them, but their expressions faded to confusion when they saw my equipment and the intent in my dark eyes.

I grit my teeth to steel my resolve as I juiced them with the toxin. I tried to give an extra dose on account of the water. Hah! Let them sell the tape now! The girls screamed in fear and tried to splash themselves off. But I had given them enough. I still needed to account for the house's main bedroom.

But I almost stumbled on my way to the bedroom. Could it be... was my condition worsening? My dick was so huge, so hard that the pressure it created as it thrust from my pants changed the gait of my walk. I had to readjust my pants for a moment before entering the bedroom.

A black girl who should have been featured as a model on a B.E.T. hip-hop video grit her teeth and clutched at her cantaloupe-sized tits as she languished under the toxic effects of the BT toxin Jessie had dosed her with. A redhead with a plump ass was in the corner, hyperventilating and trying to steady herself against the wall. But I no longer need fear them.

On a cushioned mass of pillows was Jackson Reilly; an old friend from my childhood. We used to go ATV riding in the summer around the hills behind the local high school. Not my best-best friend, but an OK guy. And now, he was far, far more that any guy had a right to be.

His wiry brown hair and hook nose was still recognizable, but his body was even more lean and lanky than usual; and I attributed his pale pallor to the fact that he probably hadn't been outside in a month. And the reason... was between his legs.

Jackson was entirely naked. Exploding outward from between his legs was an erect nest of baseball-bat cocks. Massive members far beyond the endurance or capacity of a human vagina thrust upwards in triplicate. A central dick of at least fifteen inches jutted proudly from the center, flanked by two more, marginally smaller members pointing diagonally. His balls were tight and hard, about the same size as a party-balloon. His body and being converted into mindless sperm-production for a parasitic alien race. Other than the pained grunts of the alien women, the loudest sounds where gibbering giggles of mindless delight that escaped Jackson's smiling rictus. The muscles of his face looked permanently locked into a sort of disbelieving smile of unimaginable delight. But I knew this abomination would doom us; all of us. I had resolved long ago to do anything and everything to fight this... this disease. Jackson would never again think, or work, or reason. Never again take his son on his knee to teach life-lessons. Never again would he go to work, to church, to vote. He was a mindless vessel overcome with lust; what remained of his brain was consumed only with the need to ejaculate for his gorgeous captors. My terrible, beautiful enemies.

The Nympha.

At least, he would never do any of these things without my help. Amazing as it was when I first encountered what the aliens do to their prey, Jackson's case was not the worst I'd seen. You could pretty much tell how far gone a guy was by counting the number of dicks he'd sprouted. With only three, and no bigger than baseball bats, then there was still a chance!

First, I doused him with my spraygun; then I took a full BT cannister and forced the poor wretch to drink down the toxin. It would have a rare, peculiar effect on humans contaminated with Nympha DNA; the alien tissue would be unable to feed itself, die off, and then the normal human immune system would take over. So far; most guys I'd done this to would someday wake up as their old selves again; but with minor scarring and a major case of the munchies. The best part is that he'd end up with a dick no longer than a foot. Painful, confusing recovery; but he could still go back to being the man he was.... plus a few inches down below.

That was when a soft weight hit me from behind. My car-wash nozzle weapon went flying as I tumbled. I was turned around to face my attacker. She was a raven-haired wonder with dark eyes the color of midnight that seemed to drown the soul in passion and mystery. Her olive skin gave her some similarity to a woman of Middle-Eastern descent; but I knew her true origin was nothing Earthly.

"With enough sperm; I can yet survive!" The dark-eyed beauty tore through my cargo pants with a strength belying her slender build. My manshaft bounced free in the air; most of the elastic cords I'd used to tie myself down broken by the ardent demands of my alien-enhanced super cock. And I was effectively defenseless! Even if I had my spray-gun; I'd just dumped the last of the toxin onto and inside Jackson to try and reverse the alien transformation. I had given my spare to Jessie!

"N-no.... NO!" My cock! Luckily I still had only one, but the one I did have must be at least eleven inches! The thickness of my colossal rod easily matched that of a dinner sausage. I was still growing! Still growing! How could this be! I thought I was clean, pure, free from them!

"Well, well.... It looks like you've also been a naughty boy..." The Nympha teased; recognizing all too well the beginnings of alien contamination in my extra virility. She kneeled down on top of my legs, and again that unearthly strength in her body held me. Her knees were able to pin my legs to impede escape and indeed.... a part of me... a growing part of me did not want escape! The Nympha caressed her ample bosom with a sultry, stripper manuever that would have earned her big tips at a tittie bar. But she was interested in a different sort of reward. She seemed to be wearing bikini bottoms and a wet T-shirt with the print:


Some local strip joint. With a sensuous moan, she kneaded the ample, jutting flesh of her own bountiful breasts. Each scarcely-contained tit reminded me of an over-filled, rubber hot-water bottle; and I knew that the warm, liquid contents would do far more than relieve pain. Despite myself I was mesmerized as she squeezed and caressed each of her own moist boobs; while a porn-star would fake orgasmic enthusiasm; my lover-enemy seemed to truly enjoy fondling her own jiggling treasures. She was wet, and still dripping.... then - she must have been from the jacuzzi in the media center! I had missed one! stupid! stupid!

"I feel your struggles...." I probably wasn't struggling enough. "I sense your fear, confusion and pain." She licked her lips while bouncing each boob in a bouyant rhythm of seduction. "You've fought so loooong.... and harrrrrd.... against that which you fear. "You've done enough..." She purred. "Your struggles are over now; let the pleasures of my body be your reward, brave man! No more fighting, no more fear and hate. Just cum... all you have to do is cum!" And with that, her ruby-red lips inhaled my overwrought cock!

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" I howled, in a last-ditch effort to not-enjoy the luxurious sensation of this alien fellatio. In a brief moment of consciousness, I worried that this Nymhpa might be correct; if she feasted on my sperm, could she recover from the poison dose enough to survive? To breed? Possibly. In all the confusion; there was no way to be sure that each Nympha got a full-strength dose of BT, what with all the running and screaming and lactating. That was why we always did a once-over to make sure. If this cock-sucker (literally) got just a glancing hit, her physiology might recover; the semen she craved would just make that easier.

In the end, it didn't matter that I'd just killed or sterilized her entire hive, if she survived and had me to fuck; she could simply keep breeding. In three months with my dick, three months of my sperm blasting up into her hungering cunt, it would be like nothing had happened! New Nympha would replace the old...

And I would replace Jackson. I would never wear clothes again. I would never walk again, I would simply gurgle in pleasure as my forest of penises was fucked and sucked to feed a lusty, busty, alien brood. My brain too drugged with pheromones to think of anything beyond ejaculating within and upon supermodel sex-fiends. Oblivious and vegetative. Forever.

That was when Jessie appeared.

"Thought I missed one..." she grunted as she unleashed the last toxin cannister upon my dark-eyed, dick-sucking lover. I slipped free as she howled in dismay. It was done. Jessie plastered the alien whore with a full pint of the cell-disrupting poison.

"Let's get you out of here!" Jessie hauled me to my feet; and I grabbed up the ruins of my pants and tried to maintain a shred of modesty as we fled; our work complete.

"Like... before.. I grunted; wait until we're clear before calling the police... you... know the drill." My dick felt like a volcano! Not only from the recent fellatio, but the lingering pheromones of a house full of Nympha was still effecting me, even though they were all falling comatose. My baggy cargo-pants were ripped but even still it was not easy to fit them around my rampant eleven-inches of throbbing dick!

Don't think about my dick! Don't think about what I'd like to do to them! I half-stumbled out of the house after gathering our equipment. Something else... think about anything else... Mission parameters; was there more we could do? More efficient ways to operate?

I had often debated whether or not to destroy the houses I raided. Just to make sure nothing lived. But the main reason we never did that was because I WANTED the authorities to discover what I was doing. The People, the Media, the Government should mobilize and take action against this insidious, sexy infiltration! So I figure that a run-down house filled with thirty comatose young women with the looks of beauty-pageant winners covered in pesticide and under attack by swarms of crazed wasps would make the news.

It did; in the beginning.

But the enemy had ways of covering up evidence, silencing whistleblowers. So the best strategy seems to be leaving more and more evidence. I've crossed state lines on my raids. How many comatose porn-stars covered in wasp-guts will it take before the F.B.I starts returning my calls? Of course, I could think of reasons why the feds and media can't seem to pick up the story.

None of them good.

Grunting, gripping my torn pants to contain my explosive cock, I half-limped back towards our black van we used for most operations. It had windows only in the front, hiding much of our equipment.

But I had other problems now; my dick. The urges... growing stronger... balls... seemed to be heavy with sperm... it was taking longer and longer to go limp again. And I was getting hard with less provocation. It was as though I was being infected with Nympha DNA; just like their poor male stud-victims. And indeed; I wasn't entirely virginal; that dark-eyed Nympha had been correct when she'd sensed my prior sexual hijinks. But it had been nearly a year since then! Since.... the last time.

Plus; there was all the BT-toxin! I practically bathed in the stuff! Not really; but I was exposed to quite a bit of it. I knew what it did to alien tissues! I had used it to reverse the hyper-virility in men seduced by the Nympha! How could I be suffering the same fate? How much time did I have? At this rate; I'd be able to pinch-hit with my dick by the end of the year! After that, would I devolve into an ejaculating sperm-machine? It can't be! I don't fuck them! I don't! Not anymore....

But there was Jessie to help me; so gorgeous - we'd been fighting side-by-side for months against the aliens. Her face... figure... Her hair was a liquid cascade of midnight silk. Not the common, off-brown color - but a shade that seemed to shine like obsidian. Her eyes, cool green with encouraging overtones amidst a penetrating wisdom. Such kissable lips; If she hadn't helped me neutralize so many Nympha, I'd almost think she was one of them....uunnnnggg.... she makes me ache... all over.... and.. and I..I

"RAAAAAAAAUAUUUUUHHH!" I had almost climbed into the driver seat when the building explosion at last erupted. My orgasm surged out of me like a river overflowing its banks - wasted into the baggy confines of my cargo-pants. Better there than the pussy of some scheming Nympha, though.

"I'll drive, Cecil." Jessie insisted as convulsions of pleasure wracked me. Best that way; this was just another facet of my 'growing problem'. As my penis mysteriously increased in size; so too did my production. I was ejaculating more fiercely; releasing more and more sperm; and in less time than before. Just the same as if I was a poor sap fucking one of the aliens!

It only served to add a new urgency to my mission; find them - stop them, fight them! They weren't overwhelmingly numerous yet; the pesticide would make it impossible for them to feed and breed; if they could be opposed now, in the early stage of the invasion; Earth could be protected.

Big If.

Big Cock.

And getting bigger all the time...

Part 2: The reaallllly big dicks....

I was.... awake? If I was awake now... it meant that I must have passed out! The second time that's happened! An orgasm so intense that it caused me to lose consciousness! I was alone in my cozy, but small bunk. A very spartan decor to the room. Maps and strategy notes on the walls mostly. I felt moist all over and was wearing a bathrobe, but I seemed safe and secure back in my home base.

A small window behind me revealed the industrial yard where I currently made my dwelling. The whole site was Brownfield land, an old chemical factory shut down due to a nasty hazardous waste spill. The County had tried to get it up and running again, but the new budget from the State Capitol just didn't allow the funding to continue cleanup. So the site was fenced off and in perpetual legal limbo. And it had everything I needed.

Another reminder of the stark reality of my chosen calling. I had pretty much given up my trust-fund for this grey, dank, rusty ruin outside the window. Sold, sacrificed and loaned away what could be a comfortable future to instead be some kind of modern-day Van Helsing hunter-slayer. Except the creatures I was after didn't suck blood. And they didn't look like European aristocrats with fangs. I guess if I tried to describe my current life; it does sound rather zany, cartoonish maybe. But I wasn't afraid to give up my future for this, because if the Nympha weren't stopped; no one would really have a future. Not for Jessie, not for me. I rose quickly and adjusted my bathrobe and....



And I felt rather moist...old clothes were gone.

And I didn't remember anything.


Well, I sure didn't hire a scrub-nurse.

That must mean that Jessie had changed me, bathed me after I'd cum all over myself - and it had been a record load. I wasn't a doctor; but I was pretty sure that my current output was probably beyond the natural, biological limit for a man of any age! And getting worse! And Jessie.... without being asked...completely cleaned my naked, ejaculating body. I just... I didn't know we had that kind of relationship! I'd been trying to keep things so professional with her! Not that it mattered; Jessie was a real woman, a decent woman. She wouldn't be interested in some kind of sex-freak like I was becoming. Plus, I'd heard that to be honest, a lot of women just don't enjoy the reeeeeeeaaally big dicks.

A small, efficiency mirror was in the wall of my room near the door. My proud, sharp chin, clean shaven head and dark skin gazed back at me from my reflection. Over the past seven months I'd gotten a little more muscular. I suspected there were a lot of women that might find me handsome, as I flexed my pectoral muscles. Of course, some of those women weren't really women at all! There wasn't much room in my life for a white-picket fence settled-down relationship, plus I was unsure at the full extent of Nympha infiltration. It'd be just my luck to fall head over heels for a girl who's really a sperm-sucking alien!

Well, no time to sit idle in bed; time to get down to the Control Room. The condition with my dick made me feel like a dying man; and I'd have to accomplish whatever I could on borrowed time.


My uncle's lucrative trust-fund money had been cashed in to build, in part - this telecommunications center here in the guts of the old Brownfield chem-plant. Of course, a lot of what I was doing was pretty illegal; but human laws barely concerned me. Screens monitored the status of hidden cameras and microphones placed - sometimes at great risk, in sensitive locations all throughout the County. I walked past a large display screen showing an electron-orbital computer reconstruction of the structure of the Bacillus thuringiensis toxin molecule. Graphic animation showed the three-part mesh of spheres floating towards a cell membrane, attaching to the surface, and actively pumping out the guts of the cell. Originally a biotech pesticide; but I'd found that it was actually my best weapon against the Nympha. There was a reason for that.

I was dressed in black leather pants and jacket, lots of pockets and insulation, not so much to carry anything right now, but to appear serious, and to hide my overwhelming penis. I passed a panel that contained equipment monitoring a series of my covert microphones. A small screen produced a waveform extrapolation of the sounds received, translated into a visible, digital series of waves, valleys, and peaks.

"Nnnnuhhhh... uhhh.... uhh.... uhhh... uhh...

That sound produced wavy, virbrating hills on the display.


Some sharp spikes.

"B-best I.... ever had.... unnnnnn...."

I recognized that voice as belonging to the County Sheriff; just as I suspected.

To my right side, there was a plastic enclosure about waist-level, containing several tomato plants on which bloated, green caterpillars were feeding, munching mindlessly on the leaves, and the occasional green tomato. Above them on another screen was a diagram of caterpillar anatomy. Seemingly unrelated; but in fact this was crucial.

That was when Jessie walked in. I could hear her soft footsteps behind me.

"Oh Jessie, did you - " My tongue caught in my throat, my penis throbbed. Jessie was dressed... casually. For her, that meant cut-off short-shorts and a scandalous white tank-top. The sort of tank-top that seemed to allow tenting from nipples underneath. Jessie's figure was slender and fit, enough to be healthy... but not enough to look like an extreme athlete. Her boobs were busty and pleasant - yet not so huge as to cause traffic accidents, pleasing D-cup handfuls. But the total package was a seductive girl-next-door charm with a dash of wannabe glam-model. She seemed more..... marriageable. Porn stars and Nympha had appearances that made a man howl with lust, filling him (and me) with a groin-tingling urge to ravish and mount them somewhere private, but not take home to meet any family. But somehow, with Jessie - I truly wanted to mate with her; completely, in every sense.

My penis agreed. Like a rattlesnake lashing out at prey, my traitorous dick seemed to leap in my pants. Throbbing with erect potential. I quickly turned away to conceal my mighty manmeat. I couldn't let Jessie see the volcanic arousal that yearned to impale her womanhood. And all this after the biggest spew of jizz in my life! My accursed libido seemed limitless. Mating urges tingled up my spine, and I had to willingly suppress a wave of fantasies. How I yearned to grab and caress this woman, to kiss my way from her pleasing boobs down to her taut abs, to vigorously, deliberately plant my manseed in her belly...

"What was that last part, Cecil?" she asked. Wha- I didn't say any of that out loud, did I?

"Ehrr... turn on the telly - eh... television... monitors... to check surveillance." I attempted. Without further ado, Jessie called up several video files from the main database.

"Ah... I recognize that room.... those offices...yeah - this is the conference room for WWSS-23, the County's local radio and T.V. news outlet."

"And if you look.... there!" Jessie pointed on the screen to a parcel laying unattended on the rectangular conference table. "That's what WE sent them! All those videos and recordings of various Nympha activities and conversations!"

"But somehow, the station never seemed interested in any of the evidence we presented." I complained. "And - ohh... something's happening!" A balding, fortyish executive entered the conference room and the area of the camera.

"I'm just amazed you were able to sneak a camera system in here!" I remarked. Jessie was really something!

"I'm pretty slick, aren't I?" she teased.

The next person to enter the conference chamber had to be one of the Enemy. Wavy curls of dark hair cascaded over a navy-blue business dress. Swells of creamy cleavage seemed to jut up forcefully from the opening at her neckline. Her face had a smooth, sculpted beauty of high cheekbones and fluttering eyelashes; with lips that looked to be painted on a porcelein doll.

"I did... wh-what you wanted...." The news executive stammered. "Killed the story... on the table here.... last evidence we have..."

"Excellent..." The Nympha purred. "It was good that you did that...."

"G-good...." The exec's eyes fluttered, as if he was struggling to wake up.

Or as if he were under some sort of trance. The Nympha closed and sealed the door to the conference chamber - before fully revealing herself.

Her clothing, the navy-blue dress suit seemed to slither and unfold itself. The outfit unraveling in seconds to become thick lobes of material seemingly attached to the woman's back. The slithering lobes changed colors, seemed to change textures.

As the change continued, a nearby printer beeped near me. I removed the fax, still keeping an eye on the screen. It was from one of my University contacts; I had tried to get in touch with a number of biology professors over recent months, both to try and convince other people of the threat, and also to see what their expertise could tell me about the aliens. Lately, I'd sent out numerous cell and tissue samples to scientists and professors who seemed helpful and curious. But the results I ended up with were largely the same. The Fax had given me a printed report of a DNA comparison between my samples, and all species currently on record. Once again; the only similarity was to an insect.

Insect? That had certainly thrown me for a loop the first time. More specifically; most of the biologists I contacted congratulated me for discovering a previously unknown species of moth.

What the Hell? These were living, breathing, hot-blooded, lusty, busty babes! And their machines and laboratories kept telling me I had sent them samples from a bug?

A mistake? Human error? Maybe some grad student had flubbed up something? Maybe once.... twice? But five times? Twelve times? Twelve different laboratories had been interested and able to run genetic and biochemical tests on the Nympha specimens I'd sent and all told me the same thing. A Bug.

Turns out, there was a logical reason why it seemed that way.

The woman I was watching on the view screen continued to transform her clothes. What had looked like a business dress had now split into what seemed to be formations of living tissue. Lobes widened and separated from each other, becoming discrete sections of color-shifting material bending away from the now nude body of the alien woman-creature. Once the objects had reached full extension, it became clearer what the viewer was seeing.

Wings. More specifically, butterfly wings. The pattern was clear. There was a larger, top pair, and a smaller bottom set. They were colorful, venous structures of scintillating purple and blue. In her true form, I could see scales of irridescent rainbow-colors along her wings and skin. I had already realized the truth; Nympha wings were incredibly flexible, able to change colors and textures and migrate across the body. They could simulate any potential clothing this way. I had seen that they could even make their wings invisible, to simulate bikinis, or appear naked. Her hair shone with glowing sparkles throughout the visible light spectrum. And her eyes of course, had that swirly, mesmerizing effect. Unlike some sci-fi movie aliens, their true forms weren't all tentacles and claws and horror - but rather heart-aching beauty. Another danger they posed; who wouldn't want to give themselves over to a glowing goddess like this!? My penis certainly did. I had to tug on my pants to try and rein in the furious surges of my cock; so eager and willing to surrender my seed to this radiant demon, this monster of lust and wonder. Well, I just reminded myself that what they would do to the human race wouldn't be so pretty!

The Nympha fluttered her wings at Exec man; he moaned with pleasure, his penis threatening to rip through his clothing. No doubt bombarded by a blast of intense pheromones. I had been studying; I knew that butterflies had special glands on their wings that secreted a sexual attractant - but that was for males to lure females. The Nympha seemed to possess scent glands that served a different purpose.

"You never got those tapes; you don't know anything about aliens in this County. Whoever sent that evidence is a kook." The sultry invader instructed.

"Whoever.... sent.... evidence.... is a kook." Exec man drawled. Faintly colored mists wafted into his face. He breathed deeply, then smiled stupidly as his brain was rearranged for the alien's benefit.

As I thought. I'd been studying some entomology lately, what with the results I was getting. Androconidia - the glands on wings that males used to attract females; but for Nympha the glands had become a delivery system for some neurotoxic mind-control chemical! I knew it had to be something like this; this was why my evidence was ignored. This was why those in power didn't seem to notice anything amiss - they were brainwashed!

"And if you always follow instructions; I can fuck you." She promised condescendingly.

"Always obey... please fuck..." Exec man moaned. The alien smiled knowingly, as she pushed him down onto the conference table.

His pants were torn asunder in moments and he seemed almost to weep with glee at the coming coitus with his alien sex-mistress.

Her breasts were the kind of forward-thrusting mamms that seemed to jut outwards towards a sex partner with deliberate eroticism. Nipples and aureolas seemed to point torpedo-like at her target, as if locking on for laser-guided seduction. And they seemed to be getting bigger.

"Drink," Nympha cooed. And she did not have to explain. Exec man opened his mouth with an expression of beatific gratitude and clamped down on a thrusting nipple. Where once her boobs seemed just about an inch larger than overgrown grapefruits, now they seemed to swell yet larger, as if she was making her milk right then and there for her victim.

Between the time his lips first latched onto the right nipple, and before he had a chance to pucker his mouth four times, her boobs seemed to gain another inch. Next, her tits seemed to widen, sprouting into full frontal orbs of mouth-watering voluptuosity, as Exec man began fondling, kneading the left tit amidst gurgles of mind-bending pleasure.

Nympha grunted, and put her hand to the back of the man's head, arching her spine with the pleasure of her mind-altering lactation. This occurred to me as another avenue of investigation. I had seen firsthand that any man fool enough to drink from a Nympha's breast would belong to her - body and soul. But I didn't really know why, on a scientific level. That could be something vital!

The alien slut hissed with pleasure, in the time it took for her partner to take ten sips, her mamms had gone from their former grapefruit size to footballs of womanflesh ripe and tight with white nectar.

Soon, Exec man's libido took over, and he pulled his naked cock against his lover's throbbing pussy.

"Need....to be inside you... no matter what..." He grunted into her bosom as he thrust against her groin. "No matter... cost... price... do anything to fuck... anything to be inside you.... let me... let me release... must thrust, plant my seed... inside you! AAUUUUUUUHHH!!!"

"Always, my pet." Nympha said with a chuckle. She pushed him down, and straddled his pelvis from above and thrust his hardened, angrily purple cock within her willing slit. She squealed with delight and ground herself upon his thrashing member. Languidly, the alien ran her hands up her jutting bosom and through her shimmering hair as her giant, blue-purple butterfly wings fluttered in celebration; no doubt spreading more mind-control chemicals further. The she-devil seemed to exult in her nudity, cackling she shook her chest and watched her delicious breasts shimy and jiggle in the air. It was as though she was rebelling against the human ideals of clothing and modesty. Her arms tucked up behind her head to thrust her breasts forward further she reveled in sexual liberation as her now-Soccerball sized boobs exulted in their naked freedom by unleashing tight streams of milk freely, as if daring someone to interfere with her lurid sexuality.

Her man certainly didn't. His expression was more like being struck with lightning; electrified with mind-pickling pleasure that blasted away any hope of resistance or morality. He gave a grateful moan followed by a strangled gurgle as he began jetting his seed deeply into the cunt of his mistress. And I knew; I knew all too well what that man was feeling. I knew that the sensation of sliding his manstick into that wet, alien pussy was a delight never meant for the human nervous system. Yes, there would be the liquid silken embrace of her feminine depths as they squeezed and churned luridly about his raging cock. But more than that, it would feel to him as though liquid fingers were caressing his member from both inside and out. There was no other way to describe it; He was penetrating her; yet somehow the pleasure of her body assaulted every sense from within and without.

"I've seen enough from this camera. I paused for a moment, considering... evaluating. "But I still want to launch a mission against Waverly Estate... is our fifth camera still hidden?" Jessie smiled and punched in some keys.

" Those sluts still haven't found it yet! We've got the Waverly Mansion in living color!" Jessie said happily.

"Ultrasound microphones?"

"Up and running; and I've found ways to filter out the extra noise."

"Niiiiiiiiice!!! That was impregnate!"

"Wh-what did you say?"

"Erhh... um...th-that was great, Jessie. Great." I caught a hint of a smile as my cheeks reddened. "Well.... let's think about Waverly..." Maybe pacing around the room and thinking about logistical things will take my mind off how much I wanted to knock-up my partner.

"Chester Waverly is far and away the richest man in the County; politically-connected and influential with all the local media outlets; it was a foregone conclusion that he'd be the first one targeted by the Nympha once they made their first real push."

"And they got him. No doubt about that." Jessie added from the swivel chair she was sitting in. "Him and his twenty-year old son." I nodded.

"Ol' Chester was the quintessential dirty-old man; there was never any hope of him resisting a gang of supermodel sex-pots chasing him around begging to be fucked. But he's getting older; and the scuttlebutt was that he had a bad heart."

"But his son is young, healthy, and was an athlete. At his age, with his likely stamina, he'll be able to spew out rivers of semen for decades!" Jessie added with a shiver.

"Just what the enemy needs to overrun the whole County! If we can't take out that hive, none of our other raids will mean Jack."

"Problem is; they're breeding faster than we can grow enough BT to poison them all. Maybe we could soften them up a little..."

"But they'll just lie low, or retaliate if we don't wipe out the whole hive in the first go. Might be possible to fight our way to their victims; then abduct them." I mused.

"If we do that; every cop in the tri-state area will be on our asses with every bit of forensics trickery available." Jessie reminded me. We both mused silently for a moment.

"I should be able to afford more bioreactors... with the equipment we have here...I can expand our BT production. But I still want to get an idea how fast the bitches are multiplying, and what their rate of increase is."

"Wireless streaming of Camera #5.... Waverly Mansion..." Jessie's fingers danced over a built-in mouse pad and punched some keys. On the big screen where the TV station Exec had once been, an open window of a second story palatial mansion came into view...

The scene captured by my illegally placed zoom-cameras and ultrasonic microphones was a sample of every man's dream - and mankind's nightmare. I couldn't adjust the camera enough to take in the whole scene; and all that was visible of the venerable Mr. Waverly was a formation of five cock-heads waving wildly in the warm breeze. The rest of his body was off camera and hidden by a wall. But just that was enough to let me know without a shadow of a doubt that his fate was sealed.

And... ooooh... I thought I caught a glimpse of part of a sixth cock. His multitude of penises were freakishly long, and could be repositioned easily; allowing his hive of lovers easy access. The room was filled with a shocking bevy of beauties to make the groin of even the most celibate priest ache with longing. If a scene like this had been on T.V. , any reasonable person would have to conclude that this was the backstage area of a beauty pageant. Feminine pulchritude lined up as if to register for some official event; but in fact they were queing up for their chance at the man they'd captured, and his cock(s). Other than the drone of constant whispering and twittering that was hard to separate, the room was filled with a throbbing beat of some pulse-pounding dive-bar or nightclub music, so I wasn't learning much from hearing them at this range.

Here, in the comfort of the master bedroom; the only simulated clothing were scandalously slender string bikinis. Some of them shifting colors even as I watched. Many others had invisible wings and so appeared simply like nude human women of spectacular beauty. But there were others that dropped all pretense and unfurled their butterfly wings. All were preening, posturing, caressing their flawless figures, gazing at their victim-stud. Trying to tease and tantalize. I got the sense that, despite their vast numbers; each Nympha wanted to be acknowledged and lusted after in her own right.

Adding to the seductive effect of having thirty nubile, nude goddesses quite literally lining up in your bedroom to fuck you, those that had already fed for the moment apparently went on Stripper duty. The pulse-pounding music accompanied three raised stages and stripper poles. Apparently, the aliens really could fly. An athletic blond with a sharp nose had her leg hooked around a pole as she spun circuits around it; six feet in the air!

Another coffee-skinned alien slut simply waved the bulging cheeks of her Rapper's Girlfriend Ass in the direction of her man. A raven-haired Nympha with a tall stature and jutting hips seemed to have lost herself in her own sexual fantasies, and was literally humping the stripper pole; I could actually see the juices from her nude, drenching cunt glistening against the metal. Any man in this room could not help but be stimulated no matter where he turned.

When Nympha gathered together in numbers as great as these, strange anomalies in their appearances became apparent. I estimated that this place was perhaps ten-times the population of the Yarborough Terrace hive. Lined up to fuck this man where six identical freckled red-heads. Height, weight, all the same. Even similar freckle patterns. All scintillatingly gorgeous, but like eerie carbon-copies of each other. Otherwise there was a diversity of apparent ethnicities and colors. Except for a few pairs of twins. Something else I didn't understand; they clearly weren't human; what gave them these appearances? What was going on inside their DNA? All any biologist could tell me was that they were a kind of unknown moth species.

A femine hand that belonged to someone out of my viewing area began waving. Ah, that was the signal for the next round of sex. Yes, I could see now that Waverly was indeed up to six penises. No help for him then. A black girl, four luscious blondes, and a blue-eyed asian leapt upon his multitudinous cocks. Though each penis was moist, and their pussies were already drenching, it still took at least three thrusts for each Nympha to impale herself on any given shaft. It seemed like... yes... hard to be sure, but each dick seemed to be about two-feet long. As the number of dicks increased, they each had to become longer to effectively service each female. And those females took them! Just one more indicator of their inhumanity; A Nympha had no problem screwing herself upon a two-foot dick! This sextet really seemed to enjoy it far more than the hottie who was banging the T.V. Exec. Bigger was better.

At this point I fully gave up on any hope of saving Waverly. My BT overdose could not help any man with more than four cocks. And I had tried! Really tried! Beyond four, the erotic pleasure becomes so consuming, that other areas of the brain begin to atrophy. From what I could tell from EEG's of men rescued from my raids, the area of the brain controlling lust and pleasure would sort of cannibalize other brain regions. This meant that Waverly was now capable of transcendent orgasms on a level that no sane human being could hope to experience or comprehend - but on the flip side; he wouldn't be able to remember his own children's names or even tie his shoes. What good would it do to reduce his penis-count?

And what was he feeling? I had tasted.... something of the charms of the Nympha; but no one with more than four cocks could ever be sane again; to cross that threshold... into pleasure beyond human imagining.... no... can't dwell on that. The pleasure is their weapon!

The blue-eyed asian shrieked; squeezed her honey-dew melon breasts as Waverly's middle-right cock exploded within her. She quivered, gurgled and slipped off the prodigious dick to thrash blissfully upon the ground. The released penis spewed for but a moment before the next hungry mouth engulfed it, lips suckling eagerly; that none of the precious sperm-gift might go to waste.

Each shaft erupted in turn, and it rather resembled some perverse parody of a mechanical bull ride in a seedy dive - how long could she ride? Each Nympha clenched her cunt as she slipped off, to better contain the life-giving seed.

The Black girl hung on the longest; eyes glowing an unearthly green as she roared with ecstasy; consuming what was to her, the nectar of the gods.

After her, the delicate hand came up again, waving off the others amidst moans of disappointment. Their man had to be managed, husbanded.... if you will, to ensure that he survived to fuck for as long as possible. At this point, a brown-haired Asian that had not been visible before crossed into view. Her tits were vast, tight and engorged. It looked as though she possessed milk-filled watermelons strapped to her chest. She gave each an experimental squirt before she reached down and brought up Waverly's head for his feeding. The camera angle allowed me to see just the tip of his face. His toothless gums latched onto a nipple, to suckle mindlessly. That was to be expected. Yes, a man Chester Waverly's age might have some dental troubles; but I knew the real problem: His body had changed in several different ways to turn him into an optimized semen factory. In fact; his teeth had atrophied, just as his intellect had. He would never again eat solid food; as he had for months, he would continue to feed only on alien breastmilk. He had a metabolism with a mission: To continuously increase semen production as much as possible as long as possible. Teeth and brainpower were unnecessary. It was a disturbing pseudo-ecology. The aliens fed on his sperm, and he in turn fed only on their milk. A closed circle.

But then something new happened; the brown-haired Asian milk-tank stood up. Still grabbing Waverly's face she forced him to eat out her ripe pussy. Hmm.... this seemed like more than simple cunnilingus; he seemed to be suckling on her pussy; savoring it... swallowing. The Nympha moaned and bucked her hips. It was like he needed her pussy; could there be some perverse nourishment here as well?

A cry went up from the haremhive, it looked like the lower left penis had ejaculated again unexpectedly, and hands and tongues scrambled to intercept the white river of life before it could be wasted.

I couldn't take anymore... craving them... lusting.... and Jessie! My own enhanced dick throbbed yet more vigorously, and a volcanic tingle built in my groin. No! I must... discipline myself! I would not orgasm here and now! I couldn't prevail, I couldn't fight them if my own cock betrayed me! I would find a way to regain control over the treason of my body! I turned from the screen and stalked to the end of the room, breathing heavily.

And Jessie was there, her hand on my shoulder, comforting, warm. Arousing. My heart stammered in my chest. So soft... so female...why did she wear that outfit? Short-shorts, tank-top! Hrrrnnnnn..... My actions for that tense, close moment were not a matter of choice; my body knew what it wanted - all I could do was force myself to NOT hurl this woman to the ground and conquer her womb with my seething rod. But I needed her... needed to keep things professional.

"Is it... like before, Cecil... in the van after the Yarborough Raid?" She asked with genuine concern. Oh yes... but sex... it changed things... Jessie... she's too valuable to fuck..."

"Did you say something?" Her eyebrows arched.

"Uhhm... bad luck... bad luck that we can't save Waverly. Too many penises. His brain will have atrophied."

"Yes, that's true. Can I do anything to help you? Do you need me for.... anything?" Was there a suggestive undercurrent in her tone? Ohhhhh.... I had needs... but I dared not indulge them. I broke away from her comforting presence and returned to the central viewer.

"I was able to get a good count of the Master Bedroom, but it's a big mansion, I need to see more before I can get an accurate idea of how much BT we'll need to brew up. Switch to Camera #3." Tap-tap-tap on a nearby keyboard.

"Camera #3... wireless streaming.... now!"

Part 3: Anything but condoms

The Waverly Estate was large enough for one of those extraneous lounges on the side of the house. A place to fill with Papasan furniture, an extra big-screen T.V., maybe a mini-bar or table for some late-night poker. The entire east wall was just glass sliding doors, making it easy for my illegal spy-camera network to get all the juicy details.

Waverly Junior was kneeling on a red velvet cushion, aggressively sodomizing a dark-haired latina with an impressive bubble-butt. She had dispensed with the illusion of clothing; and as the erect young man plowed her backdoor, she was desperately frigging her own cunt amidst yelps of delight. Her orange-black butterfly wings and mind-altering chemical mists created a colorful atmosphere for her own ravishing. No human woman could have withstood the massive weapon blasting into her hole at so frantic a pace.

"Take it, you alien bitch! Take it all!" Junior demanded to his stuffed lover. She snarled, her eyes glowed green for a moment.

"Deeper..." she ordered. "Show me what kind of man you are..." Junior roared, rising to the challenge. Her human partner was a wiry, muscled youth with a platinum-blond crew cut and linebacker's build. In addition, he was ravishing his prize with only one of four erect penises protruding in as many different directions. A long-legged Asian was slurping hungrily at his east penis, while a pregnant redhead had just slipped off his west cock, her grateful womb struggling to contain a massive load of cum. One dick pointed upwards, which Junior jerked off with his own hand, his other gripping and groping the boobs of the Nympha he thrust within.

This impressed me, but not in the way you might think. What was important was that this guy was salvageable. Four cocks was right at the limit, and he clearly retained a lot of cognition. Well, Junior had never been known as a brainiac certainly, but what little brainpower he did possess was probably still there, if he was able to form complete sentences while ravishing his harem. His father upstairs was only capable of piteous moans of mind-numbing pleasure.

The mood was a little different in this part of the house. The girls weren't lining to take turns on Junior's cock(s). Instead, eleven delicious hotties were sprawling around the room caressing their pussies and moaning passionetely. I recognized their behavior as that of a Nympha filled and fucked to complete satisfaction. The girls had to go semi-comatose to fully absorb their rewards. But what mattered was that four of them were heavily pregnant.

"Sperm... so ripe... eager.... I'm almost ready" A light-skinned black girl gurgled as she rubbed her gravid womb, quivering, throbbing with lively young. She looked past nine-months, and her hard-nippled breasts leaked milk-trails as if in preparation for her brood. Unlike the discomforts normal to a human woman, she seemed to gain a sensual gratification from the throbbing young jostling and kicking within her fertile body. An odd sight in a house like this; surely an irresponsible playboy like Junior wouldn't keep around pregnant partygirls... but I knew the real score.

"Nearing the end of their lifecycle... I'll be able to get a good count of the next generation." I mused to myself. And even as I watched, her belly seemed to stretch somewhat larger!

But there were others in similar straights. A dark complexioned Indian-girl was similarly ripened, and her time had come. Flexing her yellow wings, the Nympha began to hover clumsily to the ceiling; awkward from the great bulk of her womb. But in moments she reached the ceiling, and clung to it. Her wings began to stretch, expand, unfold further - covering the girl's body entirely, and a strange film seemed to cover the colorful mass.

A cocoon. The wing-covered mass seemed to swell and bulge, pulsating with new and changing life. Then, a shimmer of rainbow colors, and the entire mass seemed to fade from view. Perfect invisibility. Made sense in a way; for insects. A cocoon is vulnerable, you need either mimicry or camoflauge to survive. No better camo than bending light around itself. How else would you hide something this size? Similar invisible cocoons could be set up almost anywhere, in public even! Most people don't look up, and if it's invisible anyway...

Being invisible, I also couldn't be sure whether there were other cocoons. Usually one hour was all it took, One hour.

But for now, I didn't have to wait that long; because another Cocoon had already been growing near a corner of the lounge. A different Nympha began to emerge from her Chrysalis; I think. Still a lot I wasn't sure of. At first, it seemed as though there was a glowing crack hanging in mid-air. Then there was a rush of colors and light, and a strange waving ripple in the air. Only then did the white and gold empty cocoon become visible again.

And that was it; Did the flash of light mean something? It must - I had to assume that somehow, what I saw every time one of them completed a metamorphosis had to be the adult. But there was so little to see. Of course, these aliens can render themselves partially invisible - maybe the adult forms where invisible?

But in the end, it meant that all these luscious, lovely ladies were just.... just... caterpillars. The immature form of an alien species. And our Earth was their Garden. Men and sex where their greenery to be consumed. But whatever really happened with the adults; the new being would of course, leave behind its young. And there they emerged from the white-gold cocoon. Another generation of frantic, sex-starved porn-goddesses. Three this time; Two blondes and a brunette. Eyes crazed; breasts large and throbbing, skin gleaming with juices. The Newborns seemed even hornier, even bustier. It looked as though their wings wouldn't come in yet, not until a few feedings. Like the three I'd encountered during the Yarborough mission; they knew nothing except the yearning for cocks and cum. And here was a man who would not resist them. Caterpillars.... in a sense. But if it was male semen you were after, a pudgy green worm wouldn't do the job; you needed mimicry. You needed D-cups and a figure that wouldn't quit. That's what it was all about.

The pregnant redhead was replaced at the west penis by the brunette; ultimately all the current girls gave way to their younger, newer sisters; who looked like nothing so much as teenage beauty-pageant winners obsessed with breast-enlargement who had just been defeated at Oil-wrestling. Thrusting, jerking, humping and yearning, the orgy entered an aggressive new stage.

I knew that sometimes; baby animals could actually be more dangerous; for venomous snakes, it was true. The immature poisonous snake lacked the experience and discipline to regulate the use of its venom; and it would inject everything it had the first time it bit something. The same was undoubtedly true here - as the nude, nubile nymph(a)maniacs impaled their pussies with the surging lengths of man-sausage erupting from Junior, I knew they'd be giving him a maximum dose of alien virility venom. The younger Waverly seemed to have a predilection for forcefully mounting a woman from behind, and I could see the glistening newsluts throbbing, squeezing the mighty shafts in their drenching wombs as they crouched on all fours, quivering, pulsating their ass-cheeks as their bodies embraced his violating fuck-shafts. I had little doubt that by later tonight; if one measured him, his dicks would get just a little longer; his libido just a bit more demanding.

And it would only get worse.

I had firsthand knowledge of the trap he'd fallen into; you run into a hot babe, waaaay out of your league. You screw her pussy for everything you're worth. But something happens when you thrust yourself into that wet, warm, inviting snatch and blast her womb with all the jizz in your arsenal. You might have a few moments of fatigue; but faster than you dreamed possible; you'd be hard again - so of course you give it to her again. And again.

Hours would seem to go by when you never got limp, not even for a second. Again and again you'd empty your balls into her hot, dripping female depths, and in just minutes your desire would return again; stronger than before! You could shag this beyond-gorgeous sex-demon five times a day; and still find yourself with the worst case of blue-balls you've ever had! Like you hadn't cum in a week! And you'd want to! More than before! And she'd spread her legs to accept everything you have to give. You might get a little worried but, wow! This chick was unreal! No way in a million years would this caliber of woman be interested in a guy like you! She was the type of impossible beauty that you'd always told yourself was out of reach! A World-Class hottie worth risking jobs, marriages, and sexual harrassment lawsuits over. But here she was; and you suuuuure weren't gonna pass up the opportunity! Then, as hot as this chick was; she'd be begging YOU to stay. She says it was all you, that she'd never met any man half as virile as you, and that.... she doesn't think of herself as a bad girl, but she needs sex from you, it has to be you, and not to be mad at her for needing you for your body. So much sex. Sure, you'd end up trying to get away every chance you got to spend all your free time in bed with her; but also, you'd get angry and irritable if anything got in the way of your erotic rendezvous. She would tell you whatever you needed to hear, become the tender lover you needed, whatever it took to keep you coming back. But the more you screwed her, the more you'd want to! After the first week; there'd be no pretense at dating, or romance, or 'getting to know you' - the two of you would meet anyplace private, and with naked bodies entwined, you'd spend hours pumping her full of more cum than you ever dreamed possible. Your output would become unreal! Gush after gush into her greedy womb. It would become something beyond sex; more like... all-night sperm-infusions. Multiple orgasms would wrack you, semen would flow from your exploding dick into her womb at volumes that shouldn't be humanly possible. And she'd take it. Take it all up into herself, never wasting a drop. Morning would come, and you'd find that YOU STILL HADN'T FUCKED HER ENOUGH! You'd get angry at the job, the family, normal errands that would take you away from her pulsing sex. And her legs would be spread wide for you, her smile and her pussy more inviting than anything you had waiting for you. You'd be counting the minutes until you could get back to her, get your cock back inside her, to send even more sperm jetting into her body! So willing! So receptive! She would do anything, too.Take it anywhere! Mouth, ass, pussy, tittiefuck, toys, you name it.... anything but condoms.

Pretty soon though, your lover would have absorbed the full dose of sperm she needed; her belly would swell with pregnancy; and she'd enter a cocoon for her metamorphosis. As weird and scary as it was, you were willing to tolerate whatever you had to to fuck her again. She would be gone, but she'd leave you a parting present - her cocoon would hatch and reveal a handful of cock-crazed cumsluts to both pamper and fuck you forever. Each just as drop-dead gorgeous as the first! Each one a total nympho-whore for you! They would be babes! Knock-out gorgeous babes! And it seemed like they wanted sex with you even more than you wanted it with them! By now, you'd be like a sultan in one of those Middle-Eastern harems, and with three or four Nympha riding your growing cock, lathering you with their virility venom, your libido would only grow farther, faster. Jobs and families would just cease to have any real meaning; you would do whatever you could to escape and reject anything that got in the way of continuously inseminating your bevy of beauties. Your rational mind knew they were some kind of alien being; but you were willing to do whatever it took, put up with anything imaginable, if it meant continuing with your harem.

Days would go by where you never went limp. Somewhere along the line, you'd notice that somehow, you now had two penises. But that just meant that the pleasure and sex-games could be more intense. The rapturous bliss from the more complex erotic hijinks would far outweigh any fear or outrage you felt at becoming a sex-mutant. So what if your wife called you, demanding a divorce? What did you need her for? These uber-hotties took care of you, they were young and gorgeous, and you could do all sorts of kinky games with them; things your ice-queen wife would never allow. Your harem would tell you not to worry about her, and you'd just lose yourself into ever-escalating erotic indulgence and orgasmic sex-play. And you wouldn't even miss the ability to do basic math, eat solid food, or the most simple motor skills. Because by now, you'd have even more women. And they'd keep on fucking you. It didn't matter that they obviously weren't human; because no human girl ever gave you so much! You weren't afraid of the wings, or cocoons, or pheromones, or mesmerizing eyes; your only fear was that one day, it would end. But your harem would grow again; and the new women would reassure you, promise to keep fucking you...


Or course; seeing my first Nympha cocoon had been a watershed moment; based on what the biologists had told me from DNA tests, and seeing their lifecycle first hand had given me the idea...

They were not unlike caterpillars. (For some strange, cosmic being it seemed) How do you kill a caterpillar? I didn't want to run around the County armed with assault rifles and pistols. Was there an alternative? Agribusiness and biotech had the answer. The same toxin often genetically engineered into GM crops actually worked on them. It took some time, a lot of effort, and money. But Jessie had a chemistry background from her college days; and so working (and spending) together; I was able to derive an extract from the wild bacteria that was effective against the alien cells; but completely harmless to humans. If I were some kind of armed-to-the-teeth vigilante hitman bristling with guns; the cops would have picked me up long ago and pressed charges.

But now? If they stopped me now, I'd just seem like some overzealous exterminator. I might be in violation of some chemical transporting permit; but nobody could get me for armed robbery, assault, murder, or anything like that.

When I'd found that the BT worked; there were other things that logically followed; some caterpillars are attacked by parasitic wasps, who lay eggs inside them; the caterpillars feed on plants, but wasp larvae would be feeding on them! Another winner. Pretending to be an entomology researcher, and backed up by trust-fund money, I was able to order many shipments of captured wasps. I found a species that goes hog-wild in the presence of Nympha; thinking them to be the biggest, tastiest caterpillar imaginable.

"Look! Someone's approaching the Mansion from the front gate it's....." Jessie's voice was rising in pitch as her excitement mounted. "It's Celeste Waverly! The daughter!"

"Oohhhhh.... that little rich bitch who went off to Europe for some elitist education." I'd grown up in one of those small towns where we all knew each other's business. "If she's coming back here, now... then that means - "

"We can find out how the Nympha dispose of interfering human females!" Jessie exclaimed; completing my thought.

"Yeahhhh.... after all these hours of surveillance we've logged there are still a lot of unknowns. A lot of male victims have wives, or female relatives they were close to. Somehow; it's like the Nympha made them... disappear. How do you do that without murder? Never really been sure what they do to the women attached to some stud they've seduced.

"Now's our chance to find out..." Jessie switched to Camera #2.

Part 4: The Pleasures of the Pussy

Celeste had a plan; it was with confidence that she strode up the cobblestone walkway to the main estate past the main fence. The place seemed to have gone to seed a bit. The normally manicured front lawn was only half-mowed; as if Ol' Tommy had started cutting the grass and trimming the hedges as he'd done for fifteen years, but then suddenly stopped short.

Probably didn't matter; Celeste had other matters on her mind. Daddy was finally going to listen to her! All this money, all these connections; and he had always refused to do this one SIMPLE thing for Celeste. Well; she had him by the giblets now!

The girl took a deep breath as she approached the front door; to increase her resolve for the argument that was sure to follow. She could play hardball with the boys! And now she'd prove it!

There was a throaty moan and a girlish twitter from the symmetrical bushes to her right; to the side of one of the white equipment sheds used for groundskeeping. Only mildly curious; but the sight that met Celeste's brown eyes was flabbergasting.

Ol' Tommy, the fifty-nine year old groundskeeper was nude except for his workboots lying on the manicured lawn. And he was not alone. The scene before her was like one of her brother's pervy hardcore slut magazines come to life. There were six of them; a range of colors and ethnicities. None of them was below a D-cup. Celeste was normally a good judge of other women; she thought she could tell quickly whether someone was a good girl, slut, honor-student, goth-chick, etc. In just a few moments.

These women were too beautiful to be skid-row hookers; but what else would explain their nudity; here with grizzled Ol' Tommy, the blue-collar wage slave living paycheck-to-paycheck. No... they should be runway models, with faces and figures like that! But women with these looks could be making millionaire salaries at the agencies in New York, or Paris. What would such women be doing in Po-dunk central?

And their boobs; that especially grated with Celeste; so full and firm and jiggly and ripe... the total opposite of her own, flat-as-a-board non-endowments. Maybe it was petty of her; but she didn't think she could EVER be friends with a chesty girl. Some of them had breasts that were just at the maximum limit for what any reasonable woman might expect to have, others.... had to be implants! But even that was strange; With such elegant, hauntingly exotic faces and features; why not just go the high-class modeling route? Why get implants that would limit you to the low-brow market?

Because they were whores?

Had to be! And Ol' Tommy bought SIX of them? Living with his meager salary? If these women where whores; they could command the priciest, call-girl salaries!

Tommy must be stealing from the estate. Nothing else seemed to fit.

"N-n-no...." Tommy muttered, as if he were somehow an unwilling participant. "I... I have a wife..."

"Not for long!" growled a black slut who was riding his cock furiously. Ebony curls flowed down the wickedly sexy hourglass curves of her hips. She was really doing it; fucking the groundskeeper with no condom or anything. "Your wife.... she won't fuck you like we will!" The whore grunted between wet thrusts.

"We'll give you more than she can..." remarked a nude redhead with fiery hair down to the small of her back.

"Any hole, any position you can imagine!" hissed a girl with short blond bangs.

"Your wife won't give you THIS!" Even as his cock was occupied, another woman circled around Tommy, and kneeled - placing her wet slit against his face. She was a black-haired, pale-skinned woman with dark eyes; perhaps Persian/Iranian in ancestry.

Regardless, Ol' Tommy gave a lurid moan and began actively slurping, suckling her pussy. It was like he was... feeding from her. Persian-girl's ass flexed and her hands guided Tommy's grizzled, hairy half-beard face deeper into her sensitive sanctum.

His black lover seemed to be having the time of her life. The way she tightened her ass; the way she squeezed Tommy's manmeat... what did it mean? It seemed as though there was more than just the climax involved. Every few thrusts; she would squeeze and grunt; almost as if she wanted something; was trying to get Tommy's dick to.... do something else? She needn't worry about getting him to cum; he was well on his way; was there more than that?

There were two others, white girls with brilliant cascades of salon-styled bronze-brown hair that stood apart, their backs to Celeste, as if waiting for something. "It will be so much better than anything you could get from your wife." Said the one on the left.

"Your dreams, your instincts, your lusts will all come true." said righty.

"And all you have to do is cum." Said lefty.

"Cum for us!" said the redhead.

"Cum in me! On me! Give it all to meeeeeeee!" shrieked the black girl whose pussy rippled lusciously along Tommy's engorged shaft.

"TOMMMMMYYYYY!!!!! you're FIRED!!" Celeste howled, finger pointing accusingly at the perverse assembly.

The girls half-turned to regard the newcomer and just laughed. Laughed. At her. As if she was nothing. Tommy's only response was a throaty gurgle in the pussy of the Persian slut. Had he even heard her?

Everyone heard the muffled squeal from the gnarly old groundskeeper as he began his latest orgasm into the black chick. Clearly, it was an impressive spew. He spasmed as his dick jetted white life into the welcoming womb of his nude lover. He seemed to continue thrashing with orgasmic delight for over thirty seconds, cumming all the while. Strange; Celeste seemed to remember once accidentally seeing an erectile dysfunction drug in Tommy's bag during a time period where we has having trouble with his wife. Hmm... no such problems now, it seemed.

Even still, even after such a catastrophic orgasm, the girls didn't get up, didn't want to release Tommy. For his part he just moaned, panting in the grass. Instead the girls switched. The black girl disengaged; and Celeste was both tittilated and disgusted to get a glimpse of a thick, full, purplish cock at least ten-inches in length. Had Ol' Tommy always had a horsecock?

She didn't see it for long; The long-haired redhead quickly took the black girl's place, immediately sliding the still-hard dick into her own pussy and going to work on Tommy again. It was as if she fully expected him to produce again almost immediately. The man was near sixty! No way! But somehow, these girls seemed confident, and... impossibly, the rangy old man was still hard!

Persian girl stood up, nude and glistening with sex and sweat, DD-melons seeming to sparkle as the sunlight played across the gleaming moisure on her nipples. The lips of her pussy still throbbing, she walked over near the shed to where Tommy's workpants had been discarded. She took his wallet and began to thumb through the contents.

Meanwhile, the bronze-haired lovelies began twisting, gyrating, swaying their hips, asses, and boobs in what could only be described as a mating dance. Now that Tommy's face was free, though drenched with the Persian's sex, his eyes widened as he beheld the bevy of beauties so committed to his arousal. His hips thrashed beneath the redhead; the mating dance apparently having the desired effect.

The dark-haired Persian found what looked like a wallet-sized photo of a woman. "I've got his home address; keep him warmed up for me, sisters. I'm going off to take care of his wife."

"She can't win him back now;" remarked the black slut, who was caressing her venus mound sensuously, her eyes closed in concentration, as if savoring the sperm now within her.

"He's already surrendered to the pleasures of my pussy." Redhead remarked, as she rippled her womanly folds upon Tommy's impossibly-potent member.

Wh-wha? What? What the Hell was going on? Take Care of? Wha - murder? kidnapping? How do you 'take care of' a wife of twenty years? Well, if the slut's plan's were violent it wouldn't be easy: Anyone could see she was completely unarmed; unless you counted DD's as a weapon.

For his part, Tommy could only weep with joy.

"But an angry wife might be a nuisance; she might try to expose us." Said blond with the bangs.

Expose? These sluts couldn't be more exposed! Totally naked! Charging them with public Indecency would be like handing out speeding tickets at the Indy 500!

So The dark-haired woman just started off down the driveway, to the street. Here, now, in broad daylight - not a stitch of clothing! The whore's disgustingly perfect body shone and glistened as she walked off with a wiggle in her hips.

Even worse, her nipples were hard and erect, and you could see....SEE the arousal of her pussy! So engorged, so wet and ready....moist...what the hell was going on? Might as well hold up a sign begging to be raped! Even the staunchest feminist would have a hard time defending such sexual lunacy! But... it seemed; Celeste got the odd impression that this was the whole idea.

She... she wanted to be raped? Impossible! Unnatural! No... these were more than just whores; these were... madwomen! Just no way to make sense of it! And then there was the scent.

Pungeant, tangy - strange... tingling. A nutty, sweaty, earthy scent seemed to rise from the naked bodies of these demented whores that... that aroused Celeste! She could feel mounting urges building in her own body! No! She- she had to escape! Get inside, yes.... she had a plan for her father! Her father would have no choice; he'd give her what she wanted and this lunacy would end!

But before she could get inside; she couldn't help catching snatches of conversation from the others.

"...no, he can't stop fucking us!"

"...already addicted to my body..."

"... and working together, there's no doubt that he'll be twice the man by the end of the week!"

Fuckin' .... madness....

and it HAD to stop!

The main reception room for the Estate was festooned with velvety cushions. The current inhabitants made it seem like a sex-fetish cosplay brothel.

So strange; even with Dad's kind of money; why would he buy so many high-priced call-girls? And keep them around like this? I mean, Dad was getting up there in age and not the best of health! It looked like.... eighteen of these sluts in this room alone. Most were nude; but some also had large, sparkling butterfly wings and strange glitter in their hair. They were clustered together in small cliques, quietly talking to each other. A few seemed engaged in some kind of lesbian sex-play. Celeste stormed up to a busty brunette with white, fluttering wings, blond highlights, and green eyes.

"GET READY TO CLEAR OUT BITCHES! WE'RE GONNA MAKE SOME CHANGES AROUND HERE!!" Celeste boomed, brow furrowed angrily, a strand of her fake blond hair fluttering in front of her brown eyes.

"Why so angry, child?" The brunette moved a hand to caress Celeste's face. Her butterfly wings started to flap gently; a sweet aroma filled the air. Weird; almost like those wings were real! Celeste knocked her hand away.

"Don't get fresh with me, slut! You think you're so wonderful with that figure, your big, fake boobs and... and... your wings... Well - you're all going DOWN!" At that Celeste slapped down onto a nearby coffee table a manilla envelope.

"We're just peaceful girls with a deep passion for men. Why is that so wrong?" responded a dark-haired, green-eyed Latina with yellow wings. Also nude.

Years of insecurity began to boil to the surface as Celeste tore open the envelope.

"YOU WHORES THINK NO ONE NOTICES WHAT YOU'VE BEEN DOING! MY DAD'S AN IDIOT TO THINK HE CAN HIDE YOU!!!" The pictures were taken over the course of time; there was her father, wearing clothes, meeting a blond in professional dress, with boobs seemingly ready to erupt from the top of her clothes. Another in a hotel lobby, him nuzzling a raven-haired beauty baring her cantaloupe-sized breasts to his ardent kisses.

The next showed the Elder Waverly in his private limosine, rutting forcefully into the same raven-haired woman from behind, his hands gripping her nude ass while her phenomenal naked tits squeezed against the glass. Next, a picture of the side yard of this very house; Waverly had a glass of some iced beverage in hand, while the raven-haired whore went down on him as he sat in a lawn-chair; apparently deep-throating his erect rod with perverse enthusiasm. The Blond from the first picture was here, but now she was nude, with butterfly wings, strangely. And she was thrusting her middle fingers into the pussy of the squating dark-haired woman even as her friend swallowed Waverly's throbbing cock.

The images only got worse after that; a blurry shot was taken of an open window for the Master Bedroom; It has hard to see Waverly, but what looked like an erect cockhead was visible at the peripheral left corner, and blurred white streaks were arching through the air, apparently jets of what could only be semen spraying towards three open-mouthed women who gazed longingly as though the man's spew was heavenly ambrosia.

The last picture was also from of the window looking into the same bedroom. Waverly was naked, his back to the camera, and it seemed as though he was screwing from behind what looked like three women at once. It seemed like the trio were all on hands and knees to receive Waverly's cock. This had confused Celeste a little; it was as though they all expected to get fucked at the same time! Not even Viagra could manage that. On a nearby bed, a black girl with tits larger than her own head was clutching her own nipples in the throes of some obscene sexual ecstasy.

"And I didn't even need to hire a PRIVATE EYE!!!" Celeste shouted. The butterfly women seemed unphased. "If my Dad thinks he can cheat so openly on mom JUST 'cause she's been in rehab for six months, he's got another EXPENSIVE think coming!" She slapped the stack of photos against the table again for emphasis.

"First..." Celeste put two fingers against her forehead as if to ease a headache. "He has to get rid of ALLLLL you sluts! And that pervo groundskeeper. And he WILL pay for me to get the Boob Job I deserve!

"You bitches think you can just lord it over me, huh?" Her finger waggled in the brunette's face. "You think my Dad's gonna kick off and leave his fortune to you 'cause you fucked him enough? Sorry bitches! Time to burst your bubble! "I'm getting my Boobs done NO MATTER WHAT! Or these photos get sent to the lawyers and mom will soak dad for Millions in the Divorce!" For a moment, the front room was silent.

"So pointless." declared a light-skinned Indian woman with red and white striped wings who was fingering her own nipples as she approached. "There's no need for such hostility when it would be so easy to grant you what you want."

"What? Yeah, bitch it will be easy for me! Once I get my boobs as big as yours! Then I'll finally get the looks, the stares, the hardons... and the POWER!"

The green-eyed brunette began flapping her wings; a barely perceptible purple mist filled the air. "This money... this boob job... this divorce... none of these things will happen. There's no need for them."

"What do you... you... the smell.... smells good.... why did... I ...can't think." Celeste shook her head, momentarily confused as more of the fragrant scents washed over her.

"What we did with your father was entirely necessary..." The Indian woman said, also waftng her wings. More of that delicious aroma.

"N-necessary?" Celeste's eyes glazed over.

"Of course it was." more butterfly women joined them.

"Wh- no... there's something... I can't think... something wrong... the pictures... they'll tell me... what...unnggghh..." The flat-chested girl rubbed her temples, shook her head, but the thoughts wouldn't seem to come together for her.

"The pictures don't matter anymore..." light-skinned Indian said. Flapping her wings gently... more of that delicious mist.

"You don't even remember the pictures." Said an amber-haired latina with blue wings and an incredible ass.

"Huh? What pictures?" Celeste was confused. But she definitely knew she wanted to breathe in more of that sublime aroma!

"Your worries are pointless." Said the first brunette. "There's no need to be angry with your father. All men have a natural urge to sow their seed into the bodies of healthy, nubile females. All your silly laws, religions, ethics, and customs can't change this - and will only cause pain if you try."

"N-noooo... p-p-pain is bad..." Celeste remembered; blinking rapidly as she inhaled more of these wonderful mists!

"Yes, we don't want anyone to have pain." Said blue-winged Latina. Especially not your father. And he's happy now, so happy. He gets to sire his seed into all the fertile females he wants. As much as he wants. He's happy to spend his days mating with us and our many sisters.

"If your father wants to fuck his seed into my womb; and I want to feel his seed in my womb, then everyone's happy!" Blue-winged Latina explained.

"We just want everyone to be happy in the same way!" Brunette with blond highlights said, happily.

"Everyone is happy!" Celeste cooed, clapping her hands with a giggle. And these great-smelling mists made her happier!

"And now it's your turn." Brunette with blond highlights said. "We're going to give you a precious gift; as we did for your father, and brother, and the old man who maintains the shrubbery. Your Paradise has arrived as well, daughter."

Celeste squealed with stupefied delight and embraced the naked butterfly woman. Cooing as she nuzzled her neck and breasts. The white wings began to spread, expand... separate into layers, widen. And then they were flying; with a great thrust, the brunette rose into the air, catching and carrying Celeste with her. The wings adhered to the ceiling, and a strange film covered them, which began to shimmer, and then became invisible.


Celeste had never known true pleasure before this moment. In the warm, dark wetness of this cocoon with her wondrous, beautiful lover, every fiber of her being sang with luxuriant bliss beyond the tenderest touch of the most dedicated massuesse. Yes, it was intensely sexual, but not entirely so. Fingers of pleasure teased and tittilated the entire surface of her body, and also seemed to caress her from within. Her erogenous zones, organs, even her bones felt blessed. Her mind too, was remade. Her old thoughts, her old fears became painful, and she eschewed them. Her loving partner in the warm wetness seemed to give her new thoughts, new ideas, new beliefs. Once she embraced the new instructions, the ecstasy was beyond incredible! She tried to scream with delight within the wet warmth, and she was so close... achingly close... something was happening to her; within and without - something much like an orgasm, but a thousand times more explosive! It was coming... it was coming! A new transformation that would put her on a plateau of delight no woman had ever dreamed of before....

That was when the split appeared; and powerful suction propelled her out. Naked and covered in slippery oils, the creature that had been Celeste stood confused. It had been five minutes; but felt like barely ten seconds. She had been soooo close.... close to something that was worth more than anything else she might achieve in this life! If... if she could only go back into the cocoon...

The white-winged brunette slipped out moments later, and the empty sack shriveled into dust and moisture.

"You have joined a rare sisterhood, human. You have been given a body that will arouse great lusts in the men of this planet." Explained the Brunette.

Celeste looke down at herself. She was already young and reasonably fit; but hanging off her chest were vast melons of womanhood to challenge any of the boob-queens from her brother's porno-mags. She was able to sink her fingers past the second knuckle on each pillowy tit. The jiggling treasures made it impossible to see her elbow joints unless she raised her arms to shoulder level. With mammaries so full, so impossibly perky, she would have to take up Tae-Kwon-Do to ever see her feet again! She could feel the heft of each boob, and began pinching her naked nipples both for pleasure, and to be sure this wonder was not a dream.

Her hair was truly blond now, rather than the mouse-brown dull color she often covered up. But there was another change; a need - a burning, aching hunger.

"Ohhh.... cock..." She grunted as she put a hand to her quivering pussy.

"Yes, my pet. We've given you what you always craved; without knives or silicone. Now, all you must do is fuck. Your body will be a dream of desire for the men you meet. When a man sires his seed within your womb, return to us quickly; and you can again know the bliss you've just experienced." Her mistress explained.

"The Cocoon?" She asked hopefully.

"Oh yes; all you must do is bring back to us the seed of men." Just this talk alone was enough to make Celeste's pussy quiver and drench, her lower lips throbbing in anticipation of the hard shafts that would soon batter their way into her depths.

"M-my brother?" She asked hopefully, grasping her pussy. There was not the least bit of trepidation at the thought of seducing her own flesh and blood for his sperm.

"No child; his seed is already ours. He will never stop siring his sperm into us. It will be the same for the groundskeeper. You must leave here and find new men; allow them to fuck your pussy and release their seed into you, then return to us."

Without further ado, the sex-creature that had once been Celeste Waverly fled her own home; naked and coated with slippery, glistening oil. Her cunt lips pulsing and engorged, drenching her already moist thighs with hot girlcum. With no thought to clothing, she fled naked to find men and their penises. She released a wail of ecstasy as she toyed with her own massive breasts. Her sweet mistress had taken away many of her bad, old memories of her bad, old life - but she still remembered how much she hungered for gargantuan boobage. She grinned as she squeezed and jostled her wobbling flesh - her boobs were now vast enough that they could tremble and leap in different directions when grasped, jiggled or slapped. As she stalked through the lawn of her former home, she found herself hoping that a man would see how vulnerable she was and just force himself on her. Her worst fear was that she might encounter a gentleman; one who would try to romance or protect her, rather than pin her to the ground with a savage roar and spear her in one stroke with his raging, rigid cock.

She did not even notice that the brunette woman who had cocooned her had become the exact same height and weight as Celeste, and also possessed the same brown eyes now.


I pondered everything that had been revealed to me by the zoom cameras and the ultrasonic microphones. It explained a great deal.... I rubbed my chin thoughtfully. So this is what happens to human women that try to interfere with the seduction of their male family members. Corrupted and Co-opted by the very enemy they should be fighting against! Human women, the natural enemy of the Nympha would become agents in the corruption and seduction of mankind! A very important discovery; it was not lost on me that the Nympha who cocooned the daughter was once slightly taller and had green eyes; but afterwards she was the same stature; and changed her eye color to match the human...

This of course, answered my earlier question concerning why... how it was that these aliens could just show up and look like us; albeit idealized versions of 'us'.

They had stolen genetic traits from human women! I had already known that they enter cocoons to reach their final, adult forms; but they also have the ability to cocoon other people prematurely, to copy human appearances. Once inside, they can remake mind and body to suit their own purposes! In the early days, it must have allowed the first invaders to copy human bodies, and at the same time deluding the women they cocooned into serving them! I had little doubt that the Persian girl was going to 'take care of' the groundskeeper's wife in a similar way! Brainwash her into a mindless slut so that no one would be able to save her husband from a life of ejaculating sperm-slavery!

Wait... someone else is coming to the house; might be able to learn more. I resumed watching the livestreaming spycamera video.


The door to the Waverly Mansion swung open again; revealing a vision of frightening beauty: What was once a French-maid outfit was torn and shredded in several sensitive places. The woman was almost painfully voluptuous; hips and bosom jutted with such plump vitality as to border on cartoonish. Her skin was a smooth, coppery perfection; as if her entire being had been airbrushed for a glamour photoshoot.

"Please Mistress... I need you!" she groaned in accented English.

"Consuelaaaaa...." One of the Nympha replied; she was the amber-brown haired latina with blue wings and with a spectacularly curvy derriere that seemed to cry out for anal. Her smooth skin glittered with irridescent sparkles; as she made no effort to hide her inhumanity. She opened wide her arms and wings for the woman. "Let's take a look at youuuu...." the alien purred.

Consuela's clothing had clearly been stressed but... it was unclear whether the many men she had seduced had shredded her maid's uniform to get at the sumptuous curves of her luscious figure, or whether the fabric had been defeated from within by the bounteous swells of her overripe sexual treasures.

"Remember what I have given you..." purred the Nympha with the blue wings and incredible ass. " Once you were a broken-down, frumpy old grandmother; at the mercy of the disgusting human aging process..."

"No more, my mistress..."

"Now you are erupting with lust and youth and vitality..." The alien placed a delicate hand upon Consuela's venus mound and concentrated.


"Yes Mistress; I carry the seed of eight men within me..."

"You shared yourself with them just this morning..." The Nympha agreed.

"Pleeeeeeeease..." Consuela moaned, clutching her pussy in distress. The alien nodded condescendingly, and her wings widened, separated into thin layers, expanded. The once-human house maid shucked off her shredded uniform, and pressed her naked, shockingly voluptuous form against the wall behind her. Panting breathlessly in anticipation.

The Nympha swept against the wall, encasing Consuela and adhering tightly. Forming a seal that would become a cocoon, fading into invisibility. As before, the encapsulation lasted five minutes. The former house maid emerged first with a wet slurp.

"M-more... oh please... keep me inside.... longer....oooohhhhh..." She clutched her moist, massive breasts in yearning.

"You know what you must do to experience the Chrysalis again." The Nympha reminded her, as she shook herself free from a white and gold membrane.

"Yes mistress! Yes! I know I can do it!" Consuela nodded vigorously.

The blue-winged Nympha stretched languidly, caressing her taut, perfect belly and venus mound. "Eight... the seed of eight men is within me now..." she gurgled in pleasure, releasing a celebratory puff of mind-control mist from her wings.

"Soon, my mistress... soon. There is an out-of-state college football team in town; I saw some of them at a local bar... they were staring at me; beefy black men lusting...wanting me. I'm sure I can get them to fuck me up the ass!"

The alien frowned. "If you saw these men; if you know they lusted for you; why did you not offer your body for these men to vent their seed?"

"I...I so craved the pleasure of the Chrysalis... the pleasure of your embrace, Mistress - when you encase me in the warmth of the cocoon I - " A delicate finger pressed to her lips as if to silence her.

"You have cheated me." Consuela's eyes widened in horror. "To see a man and not offer your body to him thwarts me!"

"I... I can do better, sweet Mistress!" The human pleaded.

"You MUST! Before I will give you the pleasure of the Chrysalis again... you must bring me..." She paced in a circle around the cringing human, a delicate finger tracing a line on her jaw. "SIXTEEN More men!"

"S-so many?" Consuela's brow furrowed.

"Look at what I have given you..." A velvety blue lower wing brushed against the woman's bosom. "Your soft, sumptuous breasts could each contain a gallon of milk!" A delicate, bare foot gently caressed the human's ass cheek as she kneeled on the floor. "Your hips are wide enough to bear human triplets with ease!" Two fingers grasped the woman's chin, tilting it to gaze at the amber-framed face and mesmerizing eyes. "Your face... not a line, not a wrinkle, not a hint of sag or age. Men everywhere are hardwired to mate with a woman like you!"

"If only I could be as beautiful as you, sweet Mistress!"

"Flattery will not earn you more time in a Chrysalis; for that you must bring to me the seed of men! Only live, male sperm! The beauty and pleasure will only last as long as you bring me the raw, pulsing seed of human males! Sixteen more men! Your body will store it for me, and you cannot lie; I will know when I take the sperm into myself. If these athletes are indeed in town, then I expect this ass of yours to be very busy over the next day!"

"Sixteen... I assure you Mistress; thick black cocks will be blasting their seed in my ass and pussy before nightfall! Already I am wet with desire, mistress!"

"Speaking of wet..." The winged woman-creature caressed her own ripe ass and moaned sensuously. "Flattery will not earn you time in a Chrysalis, but it will earn you time with my pussy."

"Ohhh.... th-thank you sweet, mistress!" The human bleated, as she dove for the alien woman's moistening cunt. Burying her face in the fragrant folds, she sucked and suckled and licked and lapped. Consuela's hands dug into the sweeping bulges of tight ass to push her face deeper into the alien woman's quim. Being a woman herself helped; she knew just where to thrust her tongue for maximum effect, the right way to nibble the clit to stoke the flames of her Mistress' desire; and her own pleasure. More than simple Lesbian sex-play; her suckling of the Nympha pussy was firm, purposeful....


Blue veinous wings bent and curved around the lurid pair, creating a private corridor of fragrant purple mists, but the suggestion carried on the mind-altering fumes was a command of delight.


The fact that the scene aroused me so much also added to my personal disgust. Real, human women were being turned into...into... alien sex junkies! A Nympha could go around trolling for cocks to fuck her, sure - but It was clear now that when they cocooned normal women, they would become.... sperm couriers...mules of a sort. If the alien couldn't find and fuck enough men in one day, one of her metamorphed sex-slaves could do it, then bring the sperm back to her Mistress to be absorbed in a cocoon; while satisfying an unearthly addiction! One woman, however much a slut she might be, can only coax so many men between her legs, with only so many hours in a day. But with these metamorphed women, in just five minutes a Nympha can feast upon more men than she could ever hope to whore herself to! A house as large as the Waverly Estate would have to have at least one maid, if not more. And when the aliens moved in, they couldn't risk Consuela's loyalties; so they stole her body, face, and soul. They made her a hyper-sexual sperm-whore.

I had sought a deeper understanding of my enemy; but by learning of this power; it only seemed to increase the magnitude of the crisis I was struggling to tackle!

"Just getting worse all the time;" Jessie remarked, as she sidled up to the chair I was sitting in to watch the erotic spectacle. She put her arms around me from behind in a half-comforting, half-exhausted gesture. "Do you still think there's hope, real hope of finally defeating them, Cecil?" She wondered aloud.

"We will improve." I insisted. "I'll find new weapons, new allies; we can refine and improve our tools; we'll learn as much as we can, find more weaknesses. We've made real progress so far. Remember.... our first two missions..." I almost snickered at the memory I was about to recite. "Heh.... you had yourself wrapped up in all those covers and bandages, with a HAZMAT helmet; you looked like an astronaut."

"Yeah... we just weren't sure what all the dangers would be in fighting them directly." She mused in a distracted tone.

"But I worked out what we did and didn't need to beat them. And someday..." I turned to face her directly, trying to convey genuine compassion. "We'll find out what happened to your brother and parents. I swear." Her eyes became downcast.

"Even if you do... it's been so long since they got Bro.... moved him somewhere out of state... He's probably been screwing those sluts non-stop for nine-months! He... he could have ten dicks by now! Probably churning out enough sperm each day to knock-up every human woman in the whole county!" I furrowed my brow and pondered. "If that's true; it would be a massive Hive; even if they mind-control everyone in a two-block radius we can still locate a Hive like that. And if we do find him; even if it seems hopeless... I'll try again to restore him to manhood and sanity. If he's your family; I'll try... for you."

"Probably... won't even remember me... his sex-drive...so powerful by now...one mind-shattering orgasm after another.... until he forgets everything... forgets me..." I hugged her tightly. Afraid to promise the impossible, but wanting to give what comfort I could.

Our musings were interrupted by a soft series of beeps from a nearby monitor.

"Ahh... it's feeding time." Jessie's eyes widened.

"I'm sorry I... I know that you don't like thinking about it or... but I take every precaution so - " Jessie stood up.

"No...no...there's no need to justify anything to me. I understand... perfectly." but I couldn't help but get the impression Jessie was offended by what had to happen next.

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