Your tendrils curl around your victim's boobs and penetrate the microscopic openings of her nipples, plunging deep into her mammaries. The photocopier keeps running, capturing Chelsea's every look of anguish and writhing tits with blinding light.
You ready your ovipositor when the roar of a plasma cannon disintegrates the door. Two stun grenades fly in, making the human female pass out and annoying you. As a reflex response, you release a stinging solution in the human's nipples and start turning to face your assailants.
"Freeze, alien scum!" a gruff voice shouts. "This is Agent Smythe of the of the INS. You are in this country illegally."
You freeze. The idiot walks in, black suit, white shirt, flag lapel pin. He looks aghast.
You slam him into the wall with a tentacle. He falls limp to the floor. Before you leave, you check his wallet. Dan Smythe, 38 years old, lives at 555 Chancery Lane. Ah, he has a family picture. Jackpot.
Dan has three daughters and a wife. Alice, a smoking hot redhead, looks about 20. Marigold and Tiffany, blonde twins, look 18. Patty, a brunette MILF with curves to bear twenty little alien monsters, looks about 36.
It seems you have a mission now -- Impregnate with Extreme Prejudice. You escape to the ducts and make your way to 555 Chancery Lane.
Chelsea moans in pain and humiliation behind you, as INS agents crowd her naked body. |