Chapter 8 - The Tables Turn

The green goo entered Jane. Her pussy seemingly sucking it up. She felt the familiar warming of her pussy as she got more excited staring at the woman in front of her. She got butterflies in her stomach. Her tits were on fire yearning to be touched. It reached her mouth. Jane stared at the cock.

Oh I want it

"Ohhmmm mmmm wmmmm mmm," her mouth moved slightly more than it had before.

Wait, can I open my mouth.

Jane pushed her lips open as much as possible. They were moving more than before.

Got to try more.

She opened them up even more. Without realising how open her mouth was. Her gag suddenly shot down her throat. It was quick. She barely even noticed.

It's gone. Did I swallow it?

She opened her mouth wide. The woman look confused. But not alarmed.

Jane's face changed. No longer concerned or scared. Her expression oozed with confidence. She stared the woman in the face.

"Don't worry… we will have lots of fun," Jane spoke out loud.

Did I just say something? Why does she look so confused?

The woman let go of the cock and pointed her long talons at Jane.

"What did you just say?"

Nothing

"You heard us melissa. We WILL have fun. But you…" Jane smiled wickedly, "You will not, you will be alone."

"No I won't," She replied. Her hands quickly covering her mouth. Her eyes were wide, in complete shock.

"Yes, you will" Jane finished.

What was that, what happened, why does she look so shocked. Her eyes… Her eyes are normal… Still black but they're whiter.

Melissa's eyes seemed to grow wider still. Her hands came away from her mouth the claws were melting. The mouth around her head was slowly dropping. Her hair was turning from black to grey. It lost its sheen, split ends appeared and it looked unkempt and uncared for. All of her suit was coming off. It was melting into a puddle on the ground. The spider symbol disappeared.

"Noooooooo, aghhhhhhhhhhhh, Nooooooooooooo," Melissa's haggard old hands reached up to her face as she screamed, her shoulder were bare. Her arms were naked up to the elbows. Everywhere Jane looked patches of skin were appearing. Melissa's small, impressively saggy boobs became visible. The blackness got to her waist and she buckled to her knees. She scooped up some of the lifeless black puddle in her hands and tried to pour it into her mouth but it seemed to pour differently to how she expected, missing her mouth and falling to the floor.

She looks old… she's not who she was.

Jane remembered the naked woman who greeted her at the top of the stairs. The twenty something, a smoking hot goddess. Before her was a thin, 60 year old woman, her skin was covered in bruises and blemishes. Hair old and haggared. She was crying as the last few strands of blackness peeled off her legs. She shuffled trying to grab at it. Nothing seemed to have an effect on the puddle. Its was motionless… like a black ice rink.

Poor woman. She's losing it. Or she's lost it and is loosing 'it'.

"Are you okay?" Jane asked sympathetically.

"Noooo, you took it from me. It was mine. It was everything. Fuck you!" She punched the ground. "I… I… I don't believe this. You Bitch… I'll fucking kill you."

Melissa started to stand up. Her legs were thin. She struggled. She could barely hold up her own weight.

"Help me out and I'll help you!" Jane said, shaking her arm bonds.

"No! If I don't kill you, you'll kill me," She was red in the face. "You total… Bit…" she fell over to the side. She had passed out.

She must have been in it for years. She didn't have her own muscles. She's so thin.

Jane looked down at the puddle.

She struggled to move. Reminding her of the green goo on and in her vagina.

It wants me to want it. Do I want it. Or is it just the stuff affecting my brain.

Jane thought back to the night she first met Melissa.

Panting as she slammed the window and curtains shut. Turning around and leaning on the window. Out of breath. Her naked chest rising and falling. Jane fell onto her bum. Moving her legs so she was in the fetal position not sure what was happening. Rocking. She wasn't sure how long she stayed there. But at some point her legs fell apart. Her hands dropped to her pussy and her finger touched her lips. They were wet and begging. She slipped the fingers on her left hand into her while her right hand rubbed her clit. She sat by the window most of the night. Scared. Terrified. And so horny she couldn't stop masterbating.

"Maybe I do want you." Jane said out loud, softly and still unsure.

The puddle didn't twitch. But it definitely moved slightly.

Jane noticed and carried on thinking about that night. The sun had risen. She was slowly getting into bed. As she got into her sleeping position, she moved her legs round. Into something gooey. She lifted the covers. There was a puddle of green goo. The image of the waggling tongue flashed in her brain. She dipped her fingers in it. It was like silk. Like there was nothing on her fingers. They slid over each other freely. They seemed to tingle slightly. She knew where it came from. She knew it wasn't right. But she had to have it inside her. She opened her mouth and sucked her fingers. The thoughts of the woman raced through her head more clearly. She wanted her, she wanted to be her. Jane jumped up and opened her wardrobe, casting aside her usual colourful outfits. Finding in the back, a tight spandex running top with long sleeves and some wet look leggings she bought but were too small to be comfortable to wear out and had forgotten to return. She put them on, tucking the shirt in as much as possible so it was tight against her tits and shoulders and body. She walked back over to the bed. Working out how to approach. It gave the effect of her flirting with the goo on the bed. Walking from side to side, not sure what to do. Eventually she reached behind her bum and ripped a hole so her pussy was free to the air. She span around and planted her exposed pussy in the puddle on her bed. Rubbing it in, whilst she cupped her breasts. her shiny legs slid over each other while she wiped as much of the green goo into her as possible. She stood up turned around and licked the remainder of the saliva. Fingering herself furiously while she lapped it up off the sheets. She wanted it inside her. The sound of her palm slapping on her wet gooey clit echoed round the room while she moaned, barely able to keep her tongue out of her mouth and on the remaining saliva. She wanted it inside her.

The sight of melissa when the skin first covered her earlier flashed in her mind.

I want you.

The puddle stirred.

The sight of Melissa's pussy being fucked by the alien skin appeared in her mind.

I want you inside me.

The puddle formed the small tendrils and started crawling towards Jane.

The thought of Melissa crawling along the ceiling with ease appeared in her mind.

Oh god, I don't think I've ever wanted anything more.

The thing was crawling towards her the tendrils looking more like small claws, making its way across the floor, it was nearly at her legs.

But then it went past her, not coming to Jane. It scraped along the floor out of Jane's sight.

Is that it? All that and it's just leaving me here… For that psycho bitch to kill me when she wakes up.