Author’s Note: One of the reasons I kept writing this series is because I had an overwhelming response to keep going from the readers. Another reason was because I found a .gif that would keep it going. In this redone version, the second image is replaced by a couple of new ones that make the story way more interesting visually and that I like way more than the original.
This story was originally posted as part of the Summer Season (2015) titled "323: Release"
My living space was silent except for the occasional rumble from the neighbors tossing in their bed from nighttime terrors. My eyelids fluttered while I laid in bed, the sheets damps from the moisture coming from my human vessel. Eventually, my body could no longer take the synapses firing over and over and I shot up screaming because of the nightmare. For some reason the sound of my vessel screaming startled me a bit more than I ever thought it would and it was probably because I wasn't used to my vocal quality. Even so, they had left me on Earth. Alone. That was the only thing plaguing my mind and my dreams.
To ease a little bit of the tension, I started walking around the apartment, messing with the various decorations. I swirled my fingers around the collection of vases in the living room, changing their placement on the glass tabletop until it felt pleasing enough to the eye. I stared in the mirror for a little bit, making strange facial expressions that my old body would never have been able to produce. When I reached the kitchen, I found something fantastic: the microwave. Apparently, when you press start after pushing the appropriate buttons, the contents of the rectangular prism begins to heat up the space inside. I must have missed it when I was learning about humans during those long nights of educational preparation. We have something like it, except we put those who commit treason in it and other various crimes that require death as their punishment. I was startled by the blender when I pressed the pulse button, the blades at the bottom of the glass revving up like an engine and destroying the napkin I dropped inside. The cloth shredded to bits and I quickly turned off the machine when the pitch increased tremendously. I made a mental note to be prepared for that next time. There were so many weapons in the kitchen that could be used for murderous things, I was surprised they were just lying about, waiting to be used for smaller occasions such as cutting an onion or heating up a hot pocket.
The sofa cushions sank in as I took a seat and I looked at the magazines on the table, page after page of pop culture references and advertisements for cologne wafting into my nose. Setting them down, I picked up the remote from the table and pressed the power button to see the screen buzz to life with the morning weather and news. And overturned car at the mall dominated the news section, always telling us to stay tuned for further updates. I pressed the channel buttons and different colors flicked by, different genres and stations playing different things. I watched an animated short which meshed with a group of costume characters dancing on a street before turning it off.
The bathroom cabinet was filled with pills and personal cleaning items that belonged to the previous owner of this section of the building. Closing the mirror, I looked at myself again, seeing the full body in the reflection. I admired the structure of my face, symmetrical and lean. The jaw was strong and the human male had just the right amount of color so he didn’t look too pale, but he was also just tan enough. I puckered my lips and then opened my mouth to look at the inside. Clean teeth and clean mouth. Most of that was because of me, but I’m sure he had a clean mouth before I took him. I slid my fingers down my right arm, semi flexing as they touched, reaching the bottom of my shirt. I looked up at the reflection and lifted it up, my abdomen appearing from beneath the red cloth. Eventually, I pulled it off and turned, admiring my torso from other angles. Moving farther down, I slid my hands into my bottoms, letting them fall as I felt the appendage in my hand, pulsating and hard. I had mentioned this before, but because I am in control of the human, I can control every organ. That includes the penis. This means that I can make it become erect at any given moment and make it produce the milky substance called cum. The feeling of this, however, was natural and came with the stimulation. I can last as long as I want and produce as much of the white liquid as I want.
My hands were a little cold and I felt the temperature on my member. I was beginning to stroke, my left hand looking for some thing to do. As I recalled some techniques from the late lessons with my people, I lifted my hands up to my chest, pressing my palms along it and staring at my reflection. Underneath his skin, I was building pressure, the pleasure increasing with it. I bit my lip as I felt a moan escape, still stroking my pulsating member and it felt weird, letting go for the first time in a human body, releasing his liquid. Almost magical. I could feel the cum as it traveled out of me and spewed onto the sink along the sides and around the plastic cup with a toothbrush leaning against the rim. The pleasure coursed through my body, sending a shiver up my spine as I finished. I looked at the glass sink before me and retrieved the clothes I had previously abandoned. Once they were over my body, I looked at the mirror and felt a twinge in the back of my neck, something odd. Stumbling out into the living room, I fell onto the carpet and crawled towards the sofa, coughing as I felt myself suddenly detaching from my host.
Consciousness returned to him as I slid out of his throat and I felt his hand grab my form. Stretchy and wet as he pulled me out of his mouth. I struggled to keep control, but he was winning despite my efforts. His face shook as he fought and then I was out, but he didn't seem happy about me leaving his body.
The goop that was me was now writhing around on the ground. I had to regain control of my form before figuring out what the hell had just happened. My host, wheezing and red, passed out on the floor, sprawled out with his shirt slightly raised to reveal the happy trail I had been fondling earlier.
I formed back into my solid, humanoid form, my limbs growing from the goop on the ground and hardening. Below me was my human body, weak and tired from everything that I had put it through before completely acclimating to the new environment and to the new host. For the next twenty-four hours, he would be healing and then he would wake up with no recollection of what had happened from the moment I took him to the moment he woke up.
But now I had to find a new body.
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