XXXecil's 'The Sperm'

**SHLUMPHFFFF** Mightier than humanly possible, his engorged cock blasted a torrent of semen within the churning fires of slippery heat encircling him. How? No man alive; no horse alive had this much sperm? Yet he kept cumming!! The searing jolt of sexual release successfully drowned out the din of his higher brain functions. He stared in wonder...**LSHULMPH** his hand...his cock...**SLURPLUP** his hand was becoming...transparent..what?

It was indeed Raphael Stephen's last conscious thought...as Raphael Stephens. What remained of his clothing sagged; as the body beneath became a creamy, gelatinous ooze. Surging, frothing upwards into that hungry cunt. Dina was able to unleash one more scream before the ecstasy became too much for her physical form. Both bodies were now living, flowing mounds of alien ejaculate. The Sperm frothed and flowed, reveling in the pleasure of absorbing another life, another human. The girl had resisted at first; but that only made her insemination all the more worthwhile. Now Dina belonged, mind, body, and soul, to The Sperm. Her mind, memories, and body could be recalled, rebuilt, and altered anytime, in any way The Sperm desired. The amorphous puddle gurgled in pleasure; the Professor was the oldest, most knowledgeable of all the humans it had as of yet inseminated; his knowledge would be invaluable. But still, no reason to arouse unwanted suspicion. The wiry, middle-aged body of the Professor began to coallesce, reforming out of the mass of larger sperm. It would be business as usual; Dr. Stephens would continue work as normal. The rest of the Sperm congealed into the shapely curves of Dina al-Akbar. She would never again hide the ripeness of her voluptuous form beneath scarves veils, and head-wraps, but if anyone was surprised by the scandalous short-skirts she now wore, (especially a guy) it could be a chance to Inseminate more prey. She would certainly attend the rest of her classes, as normal.

Only at night would things be different; Dr. Stephens would seem to be Dr. Stephens long enough to seduce his mate, awaiting his return at home. Then, she too would know the ecstasy; the sublime rapture of Oneness.

The face and arms of the Professor shaped itself out of the river of living semen, just as the torso of the girl Dina emerged, finishing the transformation back into human flesh, allowing Stephens to fondle, and suckle her tits. The Joy, the Sex would never end; though absorbed already, sex was still possible; still inevitable.

Just as the Insemination of this planet was inevitable....

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It was like someone had read her mind; how could anyone have known about Nikki's secret, desperate fantasy to make love to Arnold Schwartzenegger in a public restroom? The nipples on her ample breasts tingled with pleasure at his touch. Nikki had pale blond hair, and had always had embarrasingly large boobs; developing much too early, giving people assumptions and expectations she wasn't prepared to match. Only in her celebrity fantasy world was she unafraid to come out of her shell, to explore her sensuality. And he had come.

Dressed in his 'Terminator' black leather, he had burst into the Ladies' room just as she was finishing primping; he must have known she was there. He must have known of her desire. It was impossible, but the face was him! It was Arnold's face! The absurdity of the situation was not lost on her, yet she was past resisting; certainly after her first orgasm.

Arnold took her, pushed her forcefully into the handicapped stall, tore her pants asunder with a mighty tug, and hoisted her over his head, his face level with her pussy; her rapidly moistening pussy. She was helpless, powerless in his beefy grasp, and she loved it! His rough tongue teased and tormented her womanly slit, teeth using just the right amount of pressure to send waves of passion to her clit. His skill was...was...unearthly; That tongue, **SLURPing**, and **SCHLUKing** as it burrowed into the sanctum of Nikki's womanhood. She was surprised that her quivering, lust-wracked body still had the strength to wrap her legs around his head after that third climax.

"You won't be needing this;" he announced, pulling off her sweater, ripping apart her bra, which he flushed down the toilet. Sweat flushed Arnold's brow, lowering her, he sunk his mighty, tonghened hands into the yielding terrain of Nikki's football-sized tits. Kneading them like dough, determined to drive her to yet another orgasm. A cock of ever-growing size teased and brushed her naked pussy, as he held her in his grip. It was torture, so close to a cock she'd dreamed of for over a decade; the 'good Terminator' should be above torture; why didn't he plunge his cock into...

"AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!" came the yell that signaled Nikki's completion, her total submission to a penis that was every bit larger than life. Somehow, Arnold no longer had clothes; he had come in with them, yet without her noticing, they seemed to melt away during the course of the cunnilingus. And he was inside her! Churning, grinding, within her slick slit. She had to do it, she had to ask, while she was still able to think...

"Say it...." Nikki gurgled. "Say it!" she pleaded.

"I'll be back!" He declared, plunging his fingers deeply into her ass; deeper than she imagined possible. The eruption came then, both from her own climax, (how many had this been?) and the river of sperm that surged from Arnold. OH...oh..it...he..he had spurted almost a gallon of jism into her! And...and he kept going...more...more than...just one gallon...She felt the semen burning, a rushing...tingling inside her, and through her! It did not seem to be confined to her womb, but she felt a tingling, tickling surge as though millions of tiny objects were permeating her...penetrating her...Inseminating her...

"M-my hand...It..I can...see through it..." noted Nikki, but it was far too late. Nikki's body burst into a flowing sluice of white, gelatinous ooze. A writhing glob of living Sperm. Arnold gripped his beefy rod, dousing the new convert with several more pints worth of his jizm, before he himself dissolved, returning to his true form. The larger mass of alien Sperm writhed and burbled, the minds and personalities of those it had absorbed reveling in the endless ecstasy of Oneness, before sucking itself down the bathroom floor drain.

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Suddenly, classes seemed much less important to Jason. The succubi invasion had consumed all his thoughts. Not so for the 'enemy'; for Jason had been watching them. From his hiding spot deep in the bushes on the edge of campus, Jason struggled to document all he could through telescope, camcorder, and camera zoom-lenses. The sperm-succubi-aliens had no fear; by night they slurped around, turning into great puddles of slithering sperm while they assumed a variety of forms. Any form; whether local hottie or celebrity; the Sperm could create a duplicate of any human being, whatever would entice humans into sex. It would do anything, assume any form to mate with earthlings- then absorb them.

But by day, the burbling globs always assumed the shape of some local student they had previously Inseminated, and that student.....

Yes, they all went about their classes as normal. And there Jason might have lost sight of them; except that he had plastered the whole campus with his secret, tiny, microcameras. He wasn't worried about getting prosecuted; he was worried about the Grand Design of the succubi! There they were, going to class, like nothing was wrong. They really did seem like the people they used to be. They had all the memories; all the personalities, just...they were a lot sweatier, looking like they just had a shower, or gangbang. But if they could, they would follow tempting targets; those students or workers that seemed sexually deprived. If they caught them alone, the sperm-creature would transform into a sexual fantasy and give the human the ride of their lives! And they would be one of them! It looked like Oscar Night; what with all the Hollywood hotties. Well, them and local, news-anchor info-babes; and women with gigantic tits that could only have been the secret, porn-star obsessions of the unfortunate male victims.

Jason had almost sobbed when he looked through his developed film from a secret camera, and saw the Basketball coach surrounded in his office by three professional fitness models in the buff. Their muscled bodies looked like they had just been working out; he never stood a chance.

But now, tonight, things were coming to a 'head'. He was sure. Jason, from the bushes, couldn't tell how far the infection had spread; but almost half the student-residence complex had been visited by impossible sexual fantasies; visited by the Sperm. From doors, and dorm-windows the Sperm flowed. Oozing blobs of creamy ejaculate slithered and trickled down the sides of the building. Those rivers of cum flowing from each window had once been students, had once been human.

Perhaps all the Earth, all mankind was an egg cell; and some act of celestial intercourse had triggered an alien breeding cycle. Well regardless; Jason couldn't take this lying down!

"It's huge!! declared Cynthia, emerging from bushes to the South. She had known his hiding spot already. "The Sperm it's...it's gathering, from all over!" Jason gulped. Typical, alien-succubi about to take over the Earth, and here he was eyes riveted to Cynthia's boobs; which seemed somehow bigger than yesterday. Her girl-globes had truly reached canteloupe size, within her burdened and bulging white halter-top. No! He...he had to focus.

"Oh no...I think I know what...I think I see the plan..." Jason declared in a quavering voice, staring through his telescope. It was the big Kappa-Kappa-Alpha Frat mixer; an annual event; often descending into something like a giant bachelour party. Hundreds of young, virile men had gathered on the football field, fresh meat. "Yes, it makes sense now...the Sperm...it wants to devour all the Fraternities at once! But...it can't do it piecemeal...they're in a large crowd, if guys started turning into puddles of sperm after having sex with Britney Spears, everyone gets frightened...."

"So it's gathering strength," continued Cynthia, following his train of thought. "It will present hundreds of fantasy women, an army of sluts looking like each guy's walking wet dream! With enough of them, they'll have two or three for each guy! By the time anyone notices the truth, Tyra Banks will be sucking his cock already! And it'll be too late!"

"It might never be stopped if it gets that powerful, if it Inseminates so many people....bullets...probably won't work...can't get enough of them....think Cynthia! There may not be time to convince the authorities! We've got to figure this out ourselves!"

"And what would you tell them Jason? An army of sperm-succubi from Outer space are going to take over the world? I've watched enough sci-fi movies to know they'll never believe you."

"Think..." pondered Jason.

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It was almost time; and Britney was becoming impatient. This was why she existed; the Sperm had put in her head lines of inane, insipid lyrics so she could pretend to be a popular, recurring sexual fantasy. All for the purpose of Inseminating this vast crowd of wonderful, horny men. She could smell the waves of lust, and within the creature with the face and form of the pop-queen, there was a sharp stab of passionate lust; a sexual hunger that was the totality, the entirety of her existence. But the Sperm would not release her! Wait...Wait...came the command; while all the Sperm, from all over campus was gathered.

The Britney-thing smiled as she saw Dr. Stephen's car pull up. He and his wife had driven here naked, his cock erect, her breasts wobbling as she rushed forwards. His a howl of fulfillment, he ran towards a massive gout of Sperm, his own body dissolving into white pudding even before he merged. Dr. Stephens and his wife transformed instantly as they returned to where they belonged now.

Within the greater glob of cum, the faces and bodies of female celebrities materialized. Within the larger mass, swirls appeared when another fantasy babe was materializing, the alien sperm cells mimicking human cells, copying a human body. Cindy Crawford arose in a great spurt, fondling her own breasts, grunting with her desire for the Prey nearby. The Sperm was as large as a house, writhing, spurting, swirling amidst the parking lot of the residence halls. But a mass so great, even at night, could not remain unnoticed, and the Sperm was wary. There was a constant trickle of non-converted humans that occasionally entered the parking lot.

Gail was a thin, shy girl. All she wanted was...."What?" The...the parking lot! What *is* that...white and creamy...what the fmmmmph!" Gail said, as she was tackled by a more muscular version of Brad Pitt. Micheal Jordan, at the height of his career, with not a stitch of clothing came up to her from behind. Mike grabbed her tits as Brad gripped her hips firmly, pressing his mouth against hers. Her greatest fantasy! Impossible! Between...Micheal Jordan and Brad Pitt! How?! WHY?!? But when their penises entered her from both ways, it no longer mattered. It took less than two minutes before Gail felt her body dissolve.

Seconds later, the thin girl's body rematerialized 30 feet away, smiling with rapturous ecstasy, from belonging totally and completely to the Sperm.....

On the other side of campus, the brothers were returning from a night on the town, they hoped they weren't too late for the big Mixer. And they saw it; a Great, gurgling blob at least 30 feet tall, maybe twice that wide, with rivers of more white slime flowing into it. That was before Angelina Jolie tackled both of them. They were brothers, and both craved the full-lipped starlet with equal fervor. So there were two of them. Blond Angelina and red-head angelina, but the unlikelyhood of this development was lost on them, because each of the brothers were lost in her D-cup tits, pressed tightly around his lips.

Each new only that his Angelina-fantasies had come true; each knew only the perfect firmness of her silky boobs, each knew only that her moist cunt had engulfed his surging rod of erect meat. And in moments, each knew the oneness, the glory, the blending of mind, soul, and spirit, as part of the Sperm.

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The frustration was too great, and the parking lot was filled with naked, frolicking floozies, famous sex-kittens from film, screen, and magazine turned upon each other; their lusts to great to contain. Two versions of Britney were sucking the tits of both Carmen Electra, and Brazilian Supermodel Giselle. Mega-busty porn-star Crystal gunns was in the '69' position with Jennifer Aniston, each slurping, suckling the other's pussy with wild abandon, all on a bed of living Sperm. Fitness-star and porn goddess April Hunter was teasing, licking the perky breasts of Fox News brunette anchorbabe, Kiran Chetry. All naked, all dripping with sweat, sperm, and lust. And many, many more. But there was always room for one more, if and when anyone discovered them. Even as the Sperm gathered its total strength, casual passersby were confronted with their erotic obsessions, further adding to that strength!

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"There!" Jason saw it! He ran towards the tanker truck parked at the side of the road; his quick wit instantly derived a solution, determined a weapon! The tanker truck had a label reading liquid-nitrogen! If there was a way...yes! He knew what to do! The Sperm was almost complete, a great, heaping glob that he was afraid to look upon. As he ran, he dodged the frantic embrace of Britney-clones dispatched to seduce him. From the bushes leapt a porn-star he'd once liked, Aria Giovanni. The lips of her cunt splayed within the circle of her ripe breeding-hips, as she grasped her boobs, and released a mighty spurt of milky breast-cum. Dazzlingly, Jason dodged, and made it to the tanker.

Odd, the door was open, the driver was gone, and the engine was running. But he couldn't worry about that! This could be his last and only chance to protect the Earth, and all Mankind!! Really, Jason had no idea what he was doing; he wasn't qualified to drive a big-rig like this! But, fumbling with the levers he...YAAAAH!!!

He was going in fast reverse; quickly...quickly...swerving dangerously through the parking lot towards the Sperm. The alien sex-hive gathered itself, tendrils surrounding the offending object that had slammed into it! Sinking into the white sea of sex, the truck glanced the corner of the residence hall. And Jason heard the metal groan in protest as it ruptured.

And it was too late; The great mound absorbed the entire load of liquid nitrogen, every last atom. The writhing slowed....slowed....and stopped.

The Sperm....all the Sperm froze solid! A solid crystal of living lust; frozen in a moment of rage and passion. Crystalline sculptures of Britney and April thrust their hands angrily towards the truck, but their efforts were in vain. Jason didn't know if it were possible to save the people absorbed by the Sperm, but at least the authorities would now have a chance to try.

"Wow, I'm just glad I watched all those old movies!"

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There was no foreplay. It was as if something clicked inside of Cynthia, when she barged into his dorm room much later. She pushed him onto the bed, peeling away his pants as her breasts jiggled.

"You did good today Jason," she said huskily, raven hair fluttering around the elegant perfection of her face. Her breasts were shaking, the hefty globes straining for escape from her halter-top.

"Well...*WHOA* to be honest...I saw something like this...in an old movie once." Dainty hands ripped apart his shirt.

"I'm so glad you helped me with our problem; but this was a test for you, as well as a task to be resolved." She gripped his wrists, quivering mounds of titflesh seeming to surge out of the cups of her bra. The sensation was deeply erotic, Jason could tell but...what was this all about?

"Wha-" he began, as the great mountains of boob pushed closer, from canteloupes to medicine balls, her mammaries tortured the fabric with her fertile blossoming.

"The alien...the Sperm, you're wrong but...*GROAN* (the first strap gave out) You can't be blamed for not...guessing the truth...the alien wasn't a succubus...it was just an alien...an outsider...and you've....neutralized it...for us..." her breathing became laboured; brow contorted in passion.

"What...are you saying...Cynthia?"

"The legends were all true; they aren't lies, or distorted attempts...YAAAH! to explain...the unknown....we are real, the succubi are real, and I'm so glad you helped us get rid of the alien infestation. We don't like competition." The swelling baloons of female flesh jutting from Cynthia conquered bra and top, unleasing a great spurt of hot milk.

His pants were gone, his clothes were gone, and the dripping heat of her throbbing pussy was upon him; engulfing his rod. She gurgled and growled with a predatory hunger as he entered her.

"N-no...im-impossible...you're the Succubus? But...I..I know you...you're in my class...can't be...." she giggled.

"Silly boy, what did you think; we would all live in caves and sleep in coffins? I go to college like anyone else. I just have different needs....sexual needs..." her eyes, closed in concentration, opened wide, glowing red as molten steel with the infernal energies of her nature. Her pussy squeezed around him, as black leathern wings unfolded from her back.

"The guys...in the infirmary...anemia...it was you..." gurgled Jason, struggling to push her off. Cynthia nodded, hellish light from her glowing eyes illuminating his face.

"I needed them, and I'm ready now. I got....*SLUCK* enough sperm from them...to push me...over the edge." She grasped his head, thrusting a turgid nipple into his mouth, milk streaming past his lips.