|The Latex Flower (standard:horror, 6211 words)|
|Author: Erwin A.Stevens||Added: Oct 24 2019||Views/Reads: 408/252||Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)|
|An alien race invade Earth and use human females as hosts to carry on their race and culture.|
The Latex Flower by Erwin Stevens 1994 © It was a warm summer day in Spring Valley, a small community on the southern part of California. School was out for the summer, and the din of children at play filled the dry desert air as Cynthia Erickson rode home from the airport, after a long flight to come down from the school in Oregon. As she settled in, that later, still dressed in her school clothes that she walked in the heat of the afternoon, early evening and the sounds of children at play and the smell of barbeques foretold the onset of evening. Cynthia herself is glad to be home after the long school year. It had been a long year for her away, and she longed to see her friends and family. The young woman was finally home, having just turned eighteen that spring she had fully entered the contrary phase of her adult-hood and found the experience quite trying. Enduring the long cross-country trek had been bad enough, but her parents had compounded this by treating her like a child and embarrassing her at the worst moments over the phone. Cynthia wanted to come home on the train, but her parents had insisted she flown, a long flight that she would be stuck aboard an airplane. Still, the young woman was thankful to be home again, at last. As soon as she had entered the house that she immediately had called up her best friend, Megan and now is on her way over to her house. Little changed in Spring Valley, a small town located on the northwestern border of Death Valley, CA and Cynthia normally alternated between frustration and comfort at that fact. As she walked over to Megan's house, something filled her with unease, but she wasn't able to put her finger on the problem. Spring Valley was a small bedroom community, and Cynthia's corner of town was home to lots of families. By the time she had reached Megan's front door, Cynthia realized the problem she had not seen any teenagers around, just a lot of little kids playing. There seemed to be a cheerful, subdued note in the air and yet something alien too. Still, it was nearing suppertime and she put away her concerns as she knocked on Megan's door. Megan who was the same age was her best friend and she could not wait to see her ever since she had been on her way home. "Come in, Cynthia." Welcomed Anne Marie Forester, Megan's mother, "How was your trip in?" "It was okay," Cynthia replied simply, not looking at Meg's mother in the eye and how she was dressed today. She had held her gaze to the floor, "Good, Megan's up in her room waiting for you." She did not note the latex covering over Megan's mom's body that was practically see through at this stage, showing her swollen nipples and bare breasts as a tendril remained in her mom's swollen wet vaginal passage. Her swelled belly told her that there was something unusual happening. "Thanks." Cynthia quickly shot up to Megan's bedroom, barely containing herself. She hadn't seen her friend in a long time and had plenty of things to tell her. Cynthia entered Megan's room unannounced, as only best friends can, but no sooner than she entered got the shock of her lifetime. Megan was sitting on the edge of her bed completely naked! Cynthia had seen Megan naked before, but only when they were changing clothes. Megan got up as soon as Cynthia had walked in, and approached her friend with a forlorn look on her normally smiling face. She stepped up to hug her friend, and as she did, her naked bare body rubbed against her. Cynthia also noted a sweet fragrance in the air that over powered her senses. "Hey there Cynth," Meg said, "I'll be right with you, I thought would grab a quick shower and be ready by the time you got here. I guess apparently not." Cynthia smiled, and yet was uncomfortable at the greeting by her friend. Megan turned to walk across the room to the dresser, opening it and from within she pulled a halter-top and a pair of shorts overalls, throwing them on the bed. Meg, the same age, turned to face her friend and Cynthia stared at her body, the 31B breasts, her magnificent figure and the formidable curves Click here to read the rest of this story (595 more lines)
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