1.

Evan Sherman whistled Yankee Doodle as he entered the hallway, trying his hardest to not go insane.

It was his fifth week as an RA and he already had a body count. He walked by Brad and Arthur’s room and felt a shiver run down his spine.

Evan stopped and stared at the door, whistling louder than before. The words cascaded through his head like rushing water.

Yankee Doodle came to town, riding on a pony, he stuck a needle in these kids and turned them to baloney.

He turned away from the door, away from the death and gloom, and that’s when he noticed the open doors.

There were five doors open in his hallway. Most were opened about a foot, but one was wide open. This alone wasn’t strange. College kids do as college kids do, but what made it weird was that not a single one of these rooms with open doors had the lights on.

Evan stepped over to the closest room and pushed the door open. In each bed was a lump nestled under the covers.

Stepping closer, he saw that neither lump was moving. No ride and fall of breath, no fidgeting. Evan’s blood turned to ice water.

He stepped over to the bed on his right and pulled the covers down, revealing a pale, lifeless face that looked more like Halloween mummy prop than a human being.

Looking over to the other bed, Evan saw the mummy’s twin. He touched the forehead. It sure felt real.

Evan stepped out into the hall and began to whistle Yankee Doodle again. Reaching for his phone, he dialed 911. It took two tries his fingers were shaking so badly.

2.

“You’re choking me,” Hades said.

His belt was looped around his neck and tied to the bed frame. Duct tape bound his hands and feet.

“If I was choking you,” you wouldn’t be able to say that,” Lindsay said.

She was admiring the top drawer of the boy’s dresser, running her fingers along the bottles of pills and liquids. Then she picked up the handcuffs.

“Now why didn’t you tell me you had handcuffs? It would have made things so much easier, Hades baby!”

“Fuck you,” Hades said.

Lindsay ignored him. She walked over to his desk and pulled out his wallet. Opening it, she slipped out his student ID. She began to laugh like a hyena.

“Your real name is Merryweather! That’s so fucking fitting,” she said.

Hades began to struggle against his bonds. From the looks of it, the tape would not last.

“Calm yourself,” she said, placing her open palm on the college boy’s exposed chest.

A soft green light emanated from her hand and suffused into the boy’s chest. All of a sudden, he began to breathe heavily and his eyes rolled back into his skull. A massive bulge appeared in his underwear.

Lindsay reached down and began to squeeze Hades’s cock, causing him to buck and scream. Suddenly, Lindsay felt warmth and wetness in her fingers.

“And that’s how you do it,” She said as she secured the handcuffs on Hades’s wrists.

“Fuck,” the boy yelped.

Lindsay added another layer of tape to his ankles, tightened the belt, and then gagged Hades.

“Now, let’s see what we have in your chest of wonders, shall we?”

Lindsay pulled out several feet of rope, a large bottle of chloroform, a bottle of what were most likely roofies, and an ornate switchblade.

“God,” Lindsay said. “You really are a creep. You’re lucky, you know that? I could probably kill you, but I’m supposed to be careful.”

She blew a raspberry and thumbed the button on the switchblade before mounting Hades.

Under her, the boy squirmed. He was skinny as a twig, but had enough wiry strength to easily overpower Lindsay if not for the restraints.

Carefully, Lindsay ran the tip of the blade down Hades exposed chest, pressing just hard enough to leave an angry red line on his pale skin.

“Keep struggling and I might actually stab you,” Lindsay giggled.

“Don’t worry Hades, baby. Or should I call you Merryweather? I’m going to call you Merryweather. I think we’re past a causal relationship.”

Hades tried to scream, but the tape turned it into a pathetic, muted groan.

“Hmm, maybe I’ll fuck you later. Seems like a waste to drain you right now. You haven’t even explained your toys to me yet.”

Lindsay hopped off Hades and paced around the room, inspecting every little crevice. Under the bed, she found a cheaply made katana – probably from a carnival stand or something equally skeevy, she figured. Still, it was sharp enough.

I’m Hades desk drawers, she found stacks of condoms, another pair of handcuffs, and a bottle of viagra, which made me Lindsay nearly tumble over in peels of laughter.

He’s got an entire rapist starter kit in his dorm and he can’t even get it up, she thought. How pathetic.

“This is too funny, Merryweather. I think I need to bring a friend.”

Lindsay pulled out her phone and texted Emily, feeling a tingle run through her at just the thought of being reunited with the stunning redhead.

Hades began to struggle against his bonds once more, but the handcuffs were too much for him.

“Just you wait till you see my friend, Merry. You might not struggle as much.”

3.

Across campus, Emily Bloom’s phone chimed from across the room.

“Who is it?” Megan asked.

Emily checked.

“Lindsay. Oh holy shit,” she said.

“What?”

“You know Hades? That creepy dude with the skull earrings and shit?”

“Yeah, he drugged Ashley Miller last year, fuck him. Why?”

“Lindsay’s got him, she wants me to come over.”

On Megan’s bed, the girl moaned softly opened and her eyes slightly. She had been in and out of consciousness.

“Hi sleeping beauty,” Megan said, caressing the girl’s naked chest.

Already, the girl’s small breasts were starting to expand. They felt fuller than the last time Megan had touched them.

The girl turned away, blushing bright red.

“It hurts,” she said softly. “Help.”

“No can do,” Megan answered. “It’s a little late for you.”

Megan looked at the girl’s belly and saw a slight form bulging under the skin. Scanning down further, she watched as green slime trickled from the girl’s swollen pussy.

“She really did a number on this girl,” Emily said, coming over.

“It’s not much of a surprise. I put a real monster in her. So she became a monster. It seems consistent.”

The girl began to writhe on the bed, arching her back and expelling more slime onto the sheets below.

“It hurts!” She screamed suddenly.

Megan cupped her palm on the girl’s mouth to silence her and with the other hand pressed her back into the bed.

“It didn’t hurt like this,” Emily said. “For me, that is.”

“Same.”

All of a sudden, there was a loud squelching sound as a trio of slender green tendrils erupted from the girl’s pussy. They waved in the air, sensing the world around them. Each seemed to move with a mind of its own. The head of each one leaked slime that glowed in the dim light of the dorm room.

“Jesus,” Emily gasped. “We don’t have that, do we?”

“Apparently Felicia is more special than we thought.”

The girl kicked her legs and arched her back again. She tried desperately to scream, but Megan would not let her. The three tentacles shot jets of the glowing slime onto the opposite wall and then the girl went limp.

“Do you know who she is?” Megan asked.

“I think her name is Lily. I haven’t talked to her much.”

Megan looked the girl over.

She was out cold, breathing deeply. Slowly, the tentacles retracted back into the girl’s pussy.

“Anyways,” Emily said. “I’m going over to see what Lindsay’s done with the creep. Do you want to join?”

“If I’m in the same room with that bastard, I’m going to kill him. I won’t even fuck him. I’ll just kill him. Besides, I have someone more interesting right here.”

“Fair enough,” Emily said. “Let me know if Felicia comes back.”

“She won’t. She has that thing between her legs to keep her busy.”

In the distance, they suddenly heard approaching sirens.

4.

Professor Vanessa Pierce hunched over Sarah’s shoulder and skimmed the document on displayed on her laptop. Her brow was furrowed with a look of concern. Jenny watched this, feeling a growing sense of trepidation in her heart.

Sarah was a wreck. She was pallid, skinny to the point of wasting, and the deep circles under her eyes made her look like a raccoon. All of this decay because of her goddamn senior project.

It made Jennifer want to lash out at Pierce, Sarah’s advisor, but she knew that was wrong. Vanessa Pierce was a lot of things, but cruel wasn’t one of them. She was a good advisor to Sarah and an even better friend. It wasn’t her fault Sarah picked a major way outside of her capabilities. If anything, she was Sarah’s lifeline.

“I can’t accept this,” Professor Pierce said, shaking her head.

“No, I know,” Sarah responded quietly. “This is just my draft.”

Professor Pierce gave Sarah a warm pat on the back and smiled.

“That’s fine. I can still give you pointers. There’s enough to work with.”

At that moment, the doors to the small classroom swung open and Molly Dubois marched in, followed by two girls Jenny didn’t recognize.

“Hey Professor P,” Molly said briskly.

She turned to the girls behind her.

“Just chill here for a second.”

Then Molly disappeared into the back laboratory. For several seconds, everyone in the room settled into an awkward silence, finally broken by Professor Pierce.

“So, do I have a pair of future biologists here?”

Pierce was a tall, slender woman with a kind of perfect elegance to her. She was graceful in movement. Her hair, black as pitch, was almost always put in a tasteful bun; sometimes she even worked a pair of chopsticks in for fun. She wore simple glasses that only improved the poise she showed to the world.

It would have all been somewhat intimidating if not for the woman’s kind eyes and kinder soul. She was open to everyone.

The pair looked nervously at each other. The short, slim Africa American girl then said proudly: “Biochemist actually.”

“Oh, well we’ll be getting to know each other pretty well then. I’m Professor Pierce.”

The professor extended her hand and the other girl shook it eagerly.

“I’m Erin Stephens,” she said. “I’ve heard a lot about you from upper class men.”

“Oh no, that makes me nervous,” Professor Pierce said with a little chuckle.

“Don’t worry, this upper classman says she’s awesome,” Sarah chimed in.

“I’m an English major and even I can agree,” Jenny added.

The other girl blushed hard and let out a nervous giggle.

“Way to throw me under the bus Erin, jeez,” she said.

“Aw, not a fan of biology?” Professor Pierce asked.

“Or science really. Or math. Or engineering. Or anything like that,” the girl said timidly. “I like art!”

“Art is cool too!” Professor Pierce said. “And your name is?”

“Melissa Lee. Nice to meet you!”

The girl seemed as effervescent as a shaken up can of soda in the sterile classroom. Jenny found it all cute.

“So,” Jenny interjected. “What were you guys up to that had Molly rushing to the lab?”

Both girls were suddenly quiet. They stared at each other, both looking for the other to take the lead. The chubby Asian girl, Melissa, especially looked unsettled.

“I’m,” Erin began. “It’s really hard to explain.”

“Oh?” Professor Pierce asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” Melissa said. “We found something weird around campus and Molly is checking it out. An egg thing.”

Erin shot Melissa a sharp look for running her mouth.

“An egg? Did you find it in the river? I can probably identify it,” Professor Pierce said.

“It wasn’t in the river. It was in a dorm,” Melissa said.

“Near a dorm,” Erin exclaimed suddenly. “We found it near a dorm, probably a bird egg or something.”

Melissa glared petulantly at Erin, but said nothing.

“Molly and Hunter are up to some weird joint senior project. They’ve basically been obsessed with it for the last week, but they haven’t said much about it,” Sarah said.

“Yeah, I haven’t either,” Professor Pierce said, suddenly seeming concerned. “Maybe I should check out this bird egg you found in a dorm.”

“Around a dorm,” Erin said meekly.

The professor ignored this and made her way towards the lab at the back of the classroom.

5.

“I can’t believe you come from Dunwich hall. All boys dorm, more like all apes hall!” Ellie said.

Jon shrugged.

“It’s not too bad.”

“I guess, if you take away the stink and all the creeps making it!”

“If only!”

The couple reached the entrance when Ellie recognized a figure standing at the door.

“Lindsay!” She squealed, pulling the girl into a tight hug.

“Hi Ellie.”

Ellie pulled away and her eyes widened as she took in the view. Lindsay was squeezed into a skin-tight AC/DC tank top and her creamy cleavage seemed liable to escape at any moment.

Looking back, Ellie noticed Jon looking as well. She blushed hard when she noticed this.

So what if she didn’t have massive boobs and didn’t act too cool for school?

“What are you doing at this rat hole?” Ellie asked, trying to pull herself together.

“Oh, just visiting a friend of mine.”

Lindsay seemed to look Ellie up and down, sizing her up. Something in her eyes, something hungry, made Ellie uncomfortable.

Ellie pushed back her mop of curly golden hair and adjusted her skirt, keeping her eyes on the pavement.

“I’ll be right back, babe,” Jon said, giving Ellie a peck on the cheek.

“Hurry up,” Ellie whispered.

Jon disappeared into Dunwich hall, leaving Ellie in the deafening silence with Lindsay.

“So, uh, how are things, Linds?”

“Never better El. Really, never better. What about you? Is Johnny boy treating you right?”

Lindsay stepped closer as she said this, coming to only a few feet from Ellie. She was taller than Ellie, draping the girl in her shadow.

It was quiet around Dunwich hall as the last cicadas had finally disappeared with the first week of October. However, Ellie could hear the somber wail of ambulance sirens in the distance.

“Jon is great. I’m so happy!” Ellie said, trying to cast some sunlight on the dreary night.

She fidgeted with her denim dress and dug her right toe into the dirt, trying desperately not to look directly into Lindsay’s eyes. She had to avoid that hunger.

“That’s great to hear,” Lindsay said.

The girl stepped even closer to Ellie, stopping inches from her. In her presence, Ellie felt very small – like a child in the presence of adults. She got that feeling a lot and she hated it.

Lindsay cupped Ellie gently along the cheek, running her slender fingers forward along her jaw. Ellie froze and looked directly into a pair of eyes that now blazed green.

Suddenly, a warm, tingly sensation burst from where Lindsay’s fingers touched, seeping into Ellie’s flesh. It seemed to fill the girl, spreading to her whole body, especially between her legs.

Ellie’s legs buckled and she felt her whole body go numb. Her vagina suddenly throbbed and she felt a slight bit of wetness forming.

“What’s the matter Ellie?” Lindsay asked softly, her lips less than inch from Ellie’s own. “You seem stressed.”

“I-I feel strange,” Ellie said.

She felt so weak and distant all of a sudden. The world seemed at a remote place beyond her ability to care.

“I know, sweetie. Let’s help you out.”

Lindsay wrapped her hands around the girl and pulled her into a soft kiss. It was wet and sweet and the taste was indescribable. Jon never kissed her like this.

Suddenly, Lindsay moved both her hands to Ellie’s chest, massaging the girl’s small breasts through the rough denim. Hot pleasure exploded from Ellie’s tiny, hard nipples like twin atomic bombs. This could not be natural.

Ellie felt a gush of warmth from her vagina that nearly brought her to her knees. What was this? Did it matter? Ellie closed her eyes and let her body flow against Lindsay’s fingers.

There was a loud creaking of an old door opening and suddenly every sensation stopped. Ellie’s eyes shot open and she found herself staring at Lindsay and Lindsay side-by-side.

“Earth to Ellie! Earth to Ellie! Ground control to Major Thomas!” Lindsay said.

She was waving her hand in front of Ellie’s face and smiling like her old self.

“What happened? What the hell?”

“You spazzed out for a second there! I thought you were having a seizure or something.”

“El, you okay?” Jon asked.

“Fine,” Ellie said. “I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. Are you ready, honey?”

“Yup! Let’s roll.”

“See you, Lindsay,” Ellie said.

She felt very confused as she walked away. Did she dream all of that? Running through the events, it didn’t seem like a dream.

As she walked, Ellie felt the moistness between her legs. It had to be real.

5.

“Am I the only one starting to get a little freaked out by all of this?” Molly asked.

Hunter held the glowing orb in his hand, feeling the animal warmth and steady throb of fluid within. It was the same color as the slime from the meteorite.

“Not anymore,” he said.

“Why did I find this in Felicia Owens’ room? There were like two dozen of these things, some a lot bigger than these three.”

The orb shook slightly in his hand and for a second, Hunter swore he saw a shadowy form within.

“I don’t know, but consider me freaked out. I’m just glad you didnt run into Felicia.”

“What? Why?”

“I don’t know, following horror movie logic, she’s already been taken over by the pod people.”

Hunter flashed a wry smile at his girlfriend.

“That’s not funny.”

The door to the lab suddenly opened and in walked Professor Pierce.

Hunter panicked and tried to hide the orb behind his back. Professor Pierce was unimpressed.

“I’m faculty. You can’t really hide things from me.”

Hunter and Molly both flushed. Their entire ost week had been hiding things and now the jig was up.

“Sorry professor,” Hunter said. “I don’t really know how to do this, but here goes. Do you know what this is?”

Hunter held the orb out to Professor Pierce. She came closer and eyed it, but did not touch it.

“Is this a prank?” She said.

“I wish,” Molly answered.

The looks on both their faces seemed to convince Pierce. She took the orb from Hunter and held it up to the light. Inside, the could all see a faint, oblong shadow within.

“Well,” she said. “It’s definitely alive, whatever it is. That’s my intuition at least. I mean the obvious thing to call it is an egg, but I feel like I might be jumping the gun. I’ve done that before.”

“Does it look like anything from this world?” Hunter asked.

Pierce gave him a puzzled expression.

Molly pulled out the other two eggs and set them on the table for Professor Pierce to see.

“What he means is have you ever seen anything like this before?”

“I meant what I said,” Hunter muttered.

“I’ve never seen anything like this before. That’s not saying much, there are countless species on Earth and we’re discovering new life all the time. I wouldn’t expect coastal Virginia to be the place, but I’ve heard of stranger things.”

“There might be more to the story,” Hunter said.

He explained about the slime from the meteorite they had found in South Woods, showing Pierce the sample he had worked on in the microscope. Molly explained about the origin of the eggs afterwards.

Pierce ran her hand down her long black hair, deep in thought. For several minutes, she paced about the room trying to piece everything together.

“Alright, I need to take this over,” Pierce said finally. “I hope you don’t mind, but the stakes are too high with something like this. I can’t in conscience let a pair of undergrads have full reign over this.”

“Fine,” Hunter said, deflated.

“Give me three or four days to do my own research and I’ll call you back in. Until then, stay out of the lab. I’m going to redirect all current senior projects to use labs b and c down the hall and close this one off. Being a department head has its perks.”

Pierce winked at the couple.

“That’s fine,” Molly said. “Besides, it’ll be nice to get a break from this room.”

“I bet. Hunter, you especially look run down. This will be good for you.”

Pierce could see his disappointment.

“One more thing,” she said.

The professor lifted the heavy mesh lid off of an empty terrarium and placed each egg inside. Then she replaced the lid and placed a stack of fat textbooks on top.

“Just in case they hatch while we’re away,” Pierce said.

Then they left the lab, reentering the adjoining classroom. The two freshmen were still there along with Sarah Decker and her friend Jenny.

“Any luck figuring it out?” Erin asked them.

Pierce shook her head.

“It’ll take some time and testing. It’s definitely a weird one.”

“Got it,” Erin said. “I need to get back, but I don’t know if I really should. My hallway is giving me the creeps now.”

“I’ll go back with you,” Melissa said, placing an arm on her shoulder. “As long as I don’t have to touch any eggs.”

“Deal!”

Both girls said goodbye and bustled out of the lab.

Sarah Decker, meanwhile, had her head down on the long black table. Jenny was giving her a backrub that didn’t seem to be doing much for the girl. Molly hated seeing her this way.

“Hey Sarah, Jenny, how’s about drinks at my place tonight? You look like you need it.”

“I would love to,” Sarah muttered. “I just can’t.”

“Honestly, just go Sarah. You’ve done enough for tonight,” Professor Pierce said.

Sarah looked up. It was clear she had been crying at some point. She did that a lot now.

“Well if my advisor is telling me to, I better listen.”

She offered a weak smile and stood up. In the pale light, she looked too skinny.

The girls started to leave the lab when Professor Pierce caught Hunter.

“Can we walk and talk?”

Molly looked back, wide-eyed and concerned, but Pierce dismissed her.

“Don’t worry. Just TA business for Organic Chemistry,” she said.

Hunter flashed pierce a confused look, but nodded his head.

“I’ll meet you later,” he said.

Then they all dispersed.

6.

They kissed softly in the dark room. The more Megan touched the girl, the more she responded. The alluring, sweet smell that marked their kind filled the room, making both of them lightheaded.

The girl, Lily, was in full bloom now. Her breasts, formerly unremarkable and small, had grown by what seemed to Megan about two cup sizes in the past hour. She was becoming very beautiful and that only made Megan want to kiss the girl more.

Suddenly, the three tendrils within the girl’s pussy erupted once again. Lily screamed for a second before losing her voice from the sheer pleasure. Megan watched the tendrils hover in the air for a moment and subconsciously slid her knees outward, presenting her glistening pussy.

In the next moment, the tendrils dove into Megan’s pussy, spraying their hot, glowing nectar onto the walls of the girl’s pussy. Megan screamed as her nerve endings seemed to burst into flame, sending her into orgasmic convulsions on top of Lily.

Lily let out a low, purring moan and started palming Megan’s large, full breasts. She seemed to get as much pleasure as Megan from the way the tendrils moved and explored. Megan wondered if the girl could feel the tendrils like she could any other body part. It sure seemed like it.

The two girls thrust against each other for several minutes, enjoying the scent and feeling of each other’s body to the maximum degree. Finally, Lily screamed loudly and began to convulse on the floor. Megan felt a large gush of hot fluid inside her and then her vision went blank.

When she came to, Lily was asleep again. Clearly, some time had passed. Megan looked down at Lily’s sleeping form and drank in the girl’s figure. She had grown more, her body now nearly as curvaceous as Megan’s own.

Megan gently stroked the girl’s pale stomach until her eyes opened.

“It’s you,” Lily said with a smile. “What are you? What’s happening to me.”

In the hallway, Megan heard a male voice and knocking. It sounded like it was on the door across the hall.

“I’ll answer that later. First, let me give you a present.”

Megan slipped on a tank top and a pair of athletic shorts, both of which now fit snugly against her body. She pulled down the tank top, making sure her cleavage was on full display. Then she walked into the hall.

A boy with long, greasy brown hair in a hand-me-down army jacket and ugly black jeans was knocking on the door across the hall, his back turned to Megan.

“Amy,” he said. “Are you there? I’ve got your glasses.”

He repeated this over and over again. Amy was clearly not there.

“Hey!” Megan said loudly.

The boy whirled around, clearly startled. When he caught sight of Megan, his eyes widened even more. He stammered, but could not manage a complete sentence.

“I need you to settle something between me and a friend. Can you do that for me?”

Megan squeezed her arms together, showing the boy an absurd view of her boobs popping out of the ill fitting tank top.

“Is that a yes?” Megan asked.

The boy nodded and followed her into the room. It really seemed as easy as taking candy from a baby sometimes.

Megan closed and locked the door and turned around to see Lily approaching the boy. Her eyes were now blazing green, like two emerald sparks in the darkness of the room.

The boy began to babble incoherently as Lily snaked her arms around him.

7.

The questioning didn’t take long for Evan. He told them what he saw, how he found the bodies, and that was it.

All-in-all, six boys had been added to the body count from his hall. With the added deaths, the hall was becoming thoroughly depopulated. It was a miserable business.

Evan moved to the other side of the dorm, desperately needing to vent to someone that wasn’t wearing a badge or a uniform. Someone who might understand.

Stepping into the girls’ hallway, however, Evan suddenly felt that something was wrong. The hair on his arms and neck stood on end as he moved down the lonely corridor.

At a distance, he could see that the door to Felicia’s room was ajar. Evan’s heart sank as he remembered the hour prior.

He quickened his pace and flung open the door when he reached the end of the hall. What he saw baffled him.

The room was an absolute wreck with what looked like green sludge over every appreciable surface. Fat orbs of what looked uncomfortably close to flesh throbbed under the pale fluorescent light.

One particular orb close to Evan, swollen to the size of a watermelon, seemed ready to burst.

“Quite a sight, isn’t it?” Came a rich female voice behind him.

Evan spun around a saw a girl standing behind him, smiling. Not just a girl – an excessively attractive one.

Her brown hair tumbled in luxurious curls down her back, framing two creamy swells of breast flesh that threaten to pop out of her skin-tight tank top at any moment.

Evan’s nostrils filled with a sweet, lovely odor like flowers and fresh fruit. It made his head swim.

Behind him, he heard the sound of something squelching and tearing. It was a distant sound and he had to rip his eyes away from the feminine beauty in front of him to see its source.

The fat orb closest to him had opened and from it emerged a dark snake-thing covered in green slime. It slithered out of its egg towards Evan.

Arousal was replaced by sheer horror as the RA watched the otherworldly monster approach.

Supple, feminine arms encircled Evan from behind and he felt the soft, warm swells of the girl’s breasts against his back. The sweet smell was now overpowering, making his head spin.

“What the fuck is that?”

“Don’t worry,” the girl giggled. Her voice was as sweet as her smell. “It’s not interested in you.”

As if on cue, the worm thing reared its head up towards Evan and seemed to give him a sniff. Then it dropped back to the ground and slithered away down the hall at a slow, almost casual pace.

“Fuck,” Evan said, desperately trying to stay conscious. “What about Felicia?”

“Aw, are you in love with her?”

The girl fingered Evan’s crotch, where he noticed a massive erection now throbbing.

“What? No!”

“She’s changed quite a bit since the last time you saw her. I’m sure of it. You just met one of her children, in fact!”

“That thing?”

The girl ignored him, instead opting to focus on the head of Evan’s penis. The smell, the feeling of her soft body, the way she touched him, it all made him want to give in. To let go.

“Wow, you’re a lot bigger than I was expecting,” the girl whispered in his ear.

I can just let go, Evan thought. This is nice. Just give in.

Another voice spoke up in his head.

What do you think the others did? That’s why they’re in a body bag.

Suddenly, panic shot into Evan’s mind like hot magma. Everything connected in a moment of horrible realization and this gave him new strength.

Evan broke out of the girl’s grasp and pushed her to the ground.

“I’m sorry,” he said. “Oh god this fucked.”

Then he ran. He ran past the meandering worm monster and the lingering paramedic and through the double doors of the dorm. He disappeared into the night, his mind racing to the point of madness.

Back in the hallway, Megan stood up and tittered. Had she been trying harder, he would have been hers for the taking, but there were more interesting things.

She peered into her room and caught a glimpse of Lily and the boy rutting in the bed. All three of Lily’s tendrils were jabbed into the shaft of the awkward boy’s cock, sucking on his lifeforce directly.

The boy looked dangerously pale and weary, his eyes blank.

Add another one to the pile, Megan figured. Leah would not be pleased.

If she wants us to be careful, maybe she shouldn’t disappear into the night for hours then. Where was that bitch?

It didn’t matter. Megan closed the door, leaving Lily to finish her first meal as a sister alone. Instead, Megan turned her attention to the slithering creature birthed from the egg.

Megan picked the writhing thing up in her hand and eyed it. It seemed to sense that she was a sister. It didn’t try to attack or enter her and instead coiled itself around her hand.

“You like your aunty, don’t you,” she said. “Let’s find you a home, shall we?”

8.

“Isn’t this stash amazing?” Lindsay asked.

Emily shrugged. She was focused on the boy in the bed.

Approaching him, Emily noticed the way he tended up and darted his eyes from her to Lindsay over and over again. Fear was there, but what she really saw in his eyes was hatred. Deep, unquenchable hatred.

“You haven’t fucked him yet?” She asked.

“Hmm? Nah. I figured I would save him for you. Have you taken anyone yet “

“No.”

Emily could feel the burning desperation within. Her body in its transformed state desperately wanted to fuck someone. The boy would do, but something about him repulsed her.

His hatred and cruelty, the way he regarded women with such malice and disgust that he would drug them for his own pleasure, it made him dirty. His essence was broken and she could feel that.

“Well, have at him if you want. I’m almost done taking inventory of all this. Figure I’ll cart it back to your room for future use.”

“He disgusts me,” Emily said.

“Me too sister. Hey, just do the thing and he’ll get horny like crazy. It basically turns him into a sex doll you can do anything you want to. Shoes on the other foot, ain’t it?”

“What thing?”

“You know, the thing. Where you touch someone and they get all horny.”

“Is that something we can do?”

Emily placed her hands on the boy’s exposed chest and tried to focus. The boy shook against his constraints, but nothing else happened.

“How do I do it?”

Lindsay walked over and slapped her palm hard onto Hades flabby belly. From her hand, a soft green glow began radiate outward. Hades began to moan, his eyes watering, and thrust his hips into the air. From between his legs, the bulge of his erection rocketed against his underwear.

“See, piece of cake.”

Emily tried again, but nothing happened.

“Maybe its just you.”

Emily looked Hades in the eyes and took time to feel the hatred directed at her. Something about him drew her closer.

She touched the boy’s forehead and closed her eyes. Flashes of harsh colors and jagged shapes filled Emily’s mind as she did so. She tried to hold on, but the experience quickly became overwhelming.

Pulling away, Emily turned to Lindsay.

“Did you noticed anything strange while touching him?”

“Other than the insta-erections, no.”

Emily turned back to Hades and carefully pulled off the duct tape gag. Immediately, Hades spat in her face.

Lindsay smacked Hades across the face with a fury Emily had not yet seen. She reigned blows down on the boy without remorse.

“Fuck off, stop hitting me you bitch!”

“You don’t spit on here you creep!”

Emily put herself between the two and reached down for Hades’s temples. The boy snarled at her, his eyes blazing. However, despite this, Emily thought she understood.

She massaged her index and middle fingers against Hades’s forehead, closed her eyes, and began to focus.

More harsh visions. An adult’s hand slamming into the cheek of a child, blood filling the mouth. A mother lying motionless and heavily bandaged in a hospital bed. A single gunshot and then nothing but silence.

“I can feel the disorder. The mess. The pain,” Emily whispered softly.

Lindsay watched the spectacle unfold before her in disbelief. From Emily’s fingers came the same soft green glow that emanated from Lindsay’s palms, but it seemed to behave differently.

From Emily’s fingers sprouted green lines that traced along Hades’s forehead. Instead of getting horny, Hades seemed to calm down.

The fiery coals that were his eyes cooled down, turning around watery and distant. His body relaxed into the bed and his arms and legs stopped tensing against the restraints.

Emily climbed on top of Hades and began to undress. She slipped off her shirt, revealing her large breasts to the world, unaware of how this made Lindsay’s mouth water.

Soon, she was naked and fiddling with Hades’s underwear, pulling it down to reveal his semi-hard cock.

Whatever spell Emily managed, it seemed to be wearing off. Once more, Hades’s eyes were coming alive.

Without skipping a beat, Emily mounted herself on the boy’s prick and began to ride up and down, slowly. Again, she placed her fingers on Hades’s forehead, sending new glowing veins into his head.

“I can see you,” Emily moaned. “What you are and why you are. I’m going to fix you.”

“Uh Em, whatcha doing?” Lindsay asked, utterly confused by this.

Emily ignored her, focusing entirely on her new partner.

“Do you see me, Merryweather?” Emily asked.

“Yes,” Hades answered in a flat monotone.

“I see you. I see the pain you’ve experienced and the pain you’ve caused. Do you see it the way I do?”

“I do now,” the boy said.

“Good. Now I want you to give me control of it. Give me control of you.”

“Okay.”

Emily squeezed the guy’s forehead, sending even more lines through his skin.

“I want you to hand over to me everything that makes you you. Then, I’m going to put a control on it. You will act as you’ve always acted, but you will know me and my sisters and you will listen. Yes?”

“Yes.”

“You will only act if it helps us. Yes?”

“Yes.”

“Who am I?”

“Everything.”

“Good,” Emily beamed. “Now let’s reward you.”

She picked up the pace, running her pussy up and down Hades’s shaft. They began to kiss, Hades struggling against his bonds to gently grope Emily’s generous breasts.

It did not take long for Hades to jet inside of Emily. The couple screamed together in ecstasy until Hades collapsed, seemingly emptied of all will and personality.

“What a miserable person,” Emily said breathily. “But he’ll be useful now at least.”

“How the hell did you do that? Actually, what the hell did you do?” Lindsay asked, dumbfounded.

“I think I reprogrammed him.”

“You think? I want to be able to do that!”

Emily shrugged and pulled Lindsay into a close embrace.

“You feel a lot better,” she said.

Within Emily’s womb, new life was growing and she could feel it.

“I guess we’ll leave him until later,” Lindsay said. “Want to help me drop off this stuff?”

Emily shook her head. She did not feel well. The combination of the rapidly growing parasite inside her and sorting through a depraved mind left feeling ill.

“I think I’ll stay here awhile. I need a little time.”

Lindsay looked disappointed, but did not object. She gathered Hades’s assorted drugs and restraints and dumped them into her backpack before setting off.

9.

“Why are you upset, Hunter?” Professor Pierce asked.

They were nearly to the faculty parking lot now. The fog was clearing, but this only seemed to make the place seem even more desolate.

“Upset? I don’t know what you mean?”

“About me taking over your little project. It was written all over your face. You tensed up, you were hesitant to show me what you guys had. Why?”

There were sirens in the distance. They were becoming a more and more common sound on campus and Hunter hated it.

“I guess,” he said. “It’s because I wanted all the credit. I mean, we could be dealing with extraterrestrial life here. Imagine the prestige of finding and documenting it as an undergrad!”

Professor Pierce stopped and stared at him. In the light of the parking lot, he could see that her eyes were big, giving her an attractive, cute appearance that made her seem much younger than she was.

“You’re lying.”

“What do you mean, I’m lying? That’s the plain truth. Molly can confirm.”

In the next moment, Professor Pierce moved in and kissed hunter softly on the lips. The world stood still in a single electrified sliver of time.

Then Hunter felt the heat rise inside. He caressed her back and pulled her closer, feeling her soft, petite body against him. She smelled like a summer afternoon and that only drove him to kiss her harder.

Soon, they were going beyond just kissing. Hunter cupped his professor’s firm breast through her blouse, lifting and squeezing. With his other hand, he patted her ass. He always knew she had a great body, but it felt good to confirm.

In his mind, Hunter caught a flash of a pair of deep brown eyes, red with tears. Molly’s eyes. He could feel her watching from within.

Hunter pulled away and held Professor Pierce at arms length.

“I can’t,” he said, breathing heavily.

Professor Pierce would not look at him. Her normally pale face was verging on plum colored.

“You just did,” she said bitterly.

“I’m sorry.”

The Hunter left. He ran out of their, the shame creeping into every fiber of him. Professor Pierce watched him go from outside her car, the tears now streaming.

10.

Evan saw her golden hair first. Under the path light, it shimmered like strands of gold.

When he looked, he only caught a momentary glimpse of her face, but it was enough. It was her. Felicia.

Luckily, she did not see him. Instead, she marched down the path at a rapid pace, seemingly heading for the campus center.

There was something different about Felicia, but Evan could not put his finger on it from this distance. He thought back to the girl in the hallway, the ruined room, and that awful, slithering thing.

Don’t worry, it’s not interested in you.

That’s what the girl had said, but what did it mean. Who were those things interested in. Had it come from Felicia?

Evan felt nauseous and exhausted. The past few days had been some of his worst, and the last hour was the apex of the shitshow, but he still wanted to know. What happened to Felicia?

He trailed her at a distance, only eyeing her every few seconds. It was slow work and the fear heightened with each second.

11.

“I felt like such an idiot in front of Professor Pierce. Do you think she’ll ever respect me after that display?”

Erin was having a full blown meltdown.

“You are being so over dramatic!” Melissa said, giggling.

“Besides, it’s me who made a fool of myself. Oh hi there biology super lady, I hate science!”

“Yeah, you were no help, Melissa.”

Melissa blew a raspberry at her and danced ahead.

“Come on, I made you look good, Erin. Besides, you were fine. Professor Pierce seemed hella preoccupied, that’s all.”

Erin stopped and sighed loudly. To Melissa, the girl suddenly looked painfully tired and small.

“What’s wrong, girly?”

Erin kicked a pebble into the woods, found another pebble, and kicked that one too.

“I’m stressed. It looks like I won’t be getting an RA position, my roommate has kind of been an uber-bitch recently, and my hallway is really starting to creep me out. Also eggs!”

“Yeah, what the hell is up with that? No judgment, but your RA is a freak.”

“She seemed so normal,” Erin said, kicking another pebble.

Melissa looked at her friend and her heart sank. In the light of the path, Erin’s eyes looked so vacant and tired. What was worse, she seemed to have a slight tremble.

“Hey, if you’re roommate’s being shitty and your hall is infested with eggs, you can always come back to my room. Bethany is chill.”

Erin looked into Melissa’s eyes and smiled. She looked like she was about to tear up.

“Thanks, that actually means a lot. I might take you up on it. Either way, I still need to grab a few things. Maybe I’ll make one more pass at talking to egg girl about my application.”

“Well I’ll come too. I’ve got time. What’s homework even?”

Melissa gave Erin a pat on the back and pulled her into a hug.

“Thank you,” Erin whispered softly.

12.

It was seven thirty when Liz saw the girl walk in. Liz had just finished her third cup of coffee in two hours and her brain was ready to go into orbit.

The campus coffee shop was located on the bottom floor of the campus center. It sat at the end of a long hallway that lead to a stairwell to the second floor and the meal hall.

On a Tuesday evening, the coffee shop was usually dead and this night was no different. With nothing to do, Liz and her co-worker Lana people watched. They tracked anyone they didn’t know as they came through the campus center or walked down the path by the store.

Once the person was gone, they would each make up a story about the person (or people) and judge which one was the best. The more outlandish, the better.

When the girl walked in, nearly forty minutes had passed since the girls’ last customer. They were desperate for a distraction.

The girl was dressed in an oversized, rain-soaked sweatshirt and seemingly nothing else. She kept her eyes on the ground and refused to look at Liz or Lana, instead making a beeline to the bathroom.

“Alright, we better come up with a good one for her,” Liz said.

She turned to Lana and saw that her coworker looked puzzled and slightly mortified.

“You okay”

Lana pointed to the floor by the entrance. A trail of a dark green slime lead into the bathroom.

“Did that come from her?”

“Yuck!” Liz said. “Okay, we really have to make this a good one.”

“I don’t know if I want to play this time. Something about her wasn’t right. Is it just me?”

Liz blew on her blonde bangs and stepped up to the cash register.

“She seemed like a weirdo, if that’s what you mean.”

“I guess,” Lana said. “I just feel uncomfortable all of a sudden.”

“You’re no fun. Oh well, I guess my phone will have to do.”

Liz subconsciously checked the security camera perched in front of her and placed her phone on the counter below the cash register, hopefully out of sight.

“Do you think Debora actually checks that thing?” Lana asked.

“I know she doesn’t, but I’m still twitchy.”

“It doesn’t seem like you to be twitchy.”

Liz yawned, eyed the camera once more, and locked her phone. She had to pee, again.

“Normally, no. People tell me I’m crazy, hyper, perky,” Liz said.

“I don’t think they’re talking about just your personality with that last one.”

Liz stuck her tongue out at Lana.

“Anyways, I’m only twitchy when it comes to my parents. They’ve been total psychos since this thing in high school. Long story. Anyways, this job is one of the conditions they set for me staying in school. I don’t like to take chances.”

“Fair enough,” Lana said. “But you kind of are taking a chance by having your phone out.”

“A calculated risk.”

Liz leveled her index finger at Lana.

“I guess,” Lana shrugged. then she pulled her phone out without a second glance at the camera.

“Whatever,” Liz said. She really had to pee now.

“I’ll be back,” she said. “If I don’t come back, the demon girl killed me.”

Lana flashed Liz the peace sign without looking up from her phone.

Liz took off her campus store visor and walked over the bathroom, taking care to not step in the trail of slime. Just another thing she had to clean later. Great.

When she stepped into the bathroom, Liz immediately knew something was off. The room smelled, but not in the usual way. Having cleaned the campus bathroom several dozen times, she was used to the mixed odor of sanitizing chemicals and piss.

However, what she smelled now was an overpowering scent unlike anything she had ever experienced. The odor was cloying, like honey, but also fruity. Under all of it was a muskyness like sweat or sex.

Then there was the crying. Liz heard soft, heavy sobbing coming from the farthest stall. The door to the stall was open just a crack.

“Great, now I feel like shit,” Liz muttered under her breath.

“Hey, are you alright?” She called out.

The sobbing came to a sudden stop. Liz felt the hairs on the back of her neck starting to rise as every bit of her intuition screamed to run.

No, that’s not right, Liz thought.

Liz stepped up to the final stall and knocked lightly on the door.

“Hey, is you need help, we can call someone.”

The girl on the other side was breathing deeply, as if she were in deep pain.

Maybe she’s incapacitated, Liz figured.

She pushed open the door a crack and there, squatting on the ground was the girl. Her hair a raggedy mess, her natural blonde strands darkened and slicked with slime and sweat.

From this angle, Liz could see that the girl was not wearing anything below the waist. Green slime cascaded from the girl’s vagina in big gobs.

“What?”

It was all Liz could manage to say.

The girl looked up, her eyes blazing an unnatural green. She had a wicked, hungry grin on her face.

Lana never heard Liz’s cries for help.

13.

“Stand,” Emily commanded.

Hades stood obediently.

“So you really are my little toy,” she said, marveling at the boy.

He wasn’t much to look at. Ugly and out of shape, cruel and broken, Hades wasn’t a catch.

He was, however, a body to use.

“Alright, next trick. Hades, tell me your birthday.”

“March 19, 1999,” he said in a flat monotone.

“Good! That deserves a reward.”

Emily walked up to her new toy and placed his hand on her right breast. The boy immediately started to squeeze and fondle Emily. He seemed especially fond of pinching her fat pink nipples.

“Oh God, these things are sensitive. You certainly haven’t lost your libido, that’s for sure.”

Hades said nothing, instead focusing entirely on Emily’s chest.

“Stop,” Emily commanded.

Hades obeyed.

“Good boy.”

Emily slipped back into her clothes and commanded Hades to change as well. He did so with no questions asked.

“Alright, sweetie, we’re going out for some more field testing. Can you act natural for me?”

Hades cocked his head to the side. The command didn’t register.

“Hmm. Can you act like you did before we met. You will still listen to my commands, but, uh, talk.”

“Okay, will do,” the boy said.

He spoke with a neutral expression, but it was better than the monotone.

“Good boy! There will be a lot more boobies for you if you keep it up!”

Emily sent Hades down the hallway and sauntered behind him. The creature within was close. She gave it maybe another hour. Now she just needed to find a host for her little baby.

14.

Evan rushed into the campus center. All along the way, he had kept behind Felicia for nearly a quarter of a mile and it ensured that he wasn’t seen. Now he was regretting this.

For seemingly no reason, warning bells screamed in his head.

He looked to the counter of the coffee shop and saw Lana.

“Hey, have you seen Felicia Owens walk through here?”

Lana looked up from her phone and rolled her eyes.

“Who?”

“Felicia Owens. RA for Newbury Hall. Don’t you know her?”

“Unlike you, I don’t know everyone on campus, Evan.”

Evan scanned the coffee shop and the long hallway. It was deserted.

“Doesn’t Lizzie work this shift too? Where’s she at? She’s nicer to me.”

Lana scoffed and hopped down from the counter.

“Yeah, she’s in the bathroom.”

“Oh, good,” he said.

His brain felt scrambled. It was hard to think straight and even harder to get that girl from the hallway out of his brain.

“Has anyone rolled through in like the last five minutes? I guess I should have asked that earlier.”

“Yeah,” Lana said.

“Yes I should have asked that earlier or yes someone rolled through?”

“Both.”

“Cool, Who?”

“I didn’t know her. I don’t know all these people, Evan!”

Evan hated when Lana tried to flirt. She never got it right.

“What did they look like?”

“She was blonde and messy, she left that.”

Lana pointed to a trail of green slime that ran from the entrance to the bathroom. The substance was identical to the gunk in Felicia’s room.

“She went into the bathroom?”

“Yeah.”

“And Liz is in the bathroom?”

“Yeah.”

“Shit!”

Evan bolted down the hallway towards the bathroom. He could hear Lana trailing behind him, but he ignored her.

The warning bells were now air raid sirens blasting directly into his inner psyche.

Evan got to the door and reached for the handle, but Lana blocked him.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? You can’t go in there!”

“We need to open that door!” Evan shouted.

“Why?”

Evan searched for an explanation and came up blank. It wasn’t like he had an explanation or anything.

“We just need to.”

“You’re a freaking pervert.”

Their argument was cut short when they both heard a faint moan come from beyond the bathroom door.

Lana put her ear up to the door and suddenly her expression darkened. She held her hand up to Evan, signaling him to wait as she opened the door.

When she did so, they both heard the moans much louder, along with heavy breathing and what sounded like a rhythmic squelching sound.

Lana stepped into the bathroom and Evan followed her. They could see that the bathroom stall at the end was slightly ajar.

What is it with half opened doors? Evan wondered.

They stepped closer and could see the shadows of two people dancing across the far wall.

Lana turned to Evan, all the spunk drained from her face. She just looked scared now.

Biting the bullet, Evan pushed open the door. Nothing prepared the pair for what they saw before them.

Felicia had Liz Cameron bent over with her pants down and around her ankles. Felicia had Liz’s campus store shirt pulled up and was choking the girl’s taught breasts as she thrust against her. Liz’s torn pink panties and bra sat discarded on the floor, both covered in green slime.

That wasn’t the strangest part at all. No, the strangest part was what Felicia was putting into Liz.

From Felicia’s crotch emerged a massive rod with a similar texture to the worm from the hallway. This thing glowed red and dripped green slime. Whatever it was, Felicia was ramming it into Liz’s vagina with vigor. She seemed to be enjoying putting it in, too, if her labored breathing indicated anything.

Wrapped around Liz’s creamy thighs were two smaller, slender tentacles the same color and texture as the worm Evan saw in the hallway.

Liz moaned softly as Felicia violated her, seemingly resigned to this fate and nearly unconscious.

Felicia’s belly was swollen and growing and her pace increased rapidly.

Lana clapped her hands over her mouth to stifle a scream.

Evan broke out of his shocked state first. All he could do was scream, but that was enough.

Felicia immediately let go of Liz’s breasts and turned to face Evan. For a moment, her eyes burned like a pair of emerald coals before fading to their regular blue.

Evan and Felicia stared at each other in shared disbelief. Looking down at Liz, who she was still connected to, Felicia suddenly seemed overwhelmed with horror.

She violently yanked her strange member out of Liz’s vagina, causing a gout of bright, glowing slime to follow.

“Don’t look at me,” Felicia screamed, tears now filling her pretty blue eyes.

She surged forward, knocking Lana and Evan down in the process, and bolted out of the bathroom. Evan followed her while Lana tended to Liz.

Felicia was gone, but a fresh trail of slime now coated the white tile floor. Maybe he could follow her.

Evan looked back at the bathroom and thought of the crumpled body of Liz Cameron. Outside, it started to rain once more.

Liz was mostly unconscious, her head cradled in Lana’s lap. Every few seconds or so, she babbled something incoherently, but otherwise seemed unaware of Lana and Evan.

“What the fuck was that?” Lana said.

She was shaking and her usually olive skin was very pale.

“I don’t know,” Evan said.

“You’re lying. You were looking for her.”

“I guess that’s true,” Evan said.

A strange calm blanketed him now. It was as if all the stress and panic had reset his system, and now he was on a rebound. All his thoughts felt distant, like his mind was underwater.

“They found six more dead guys. I found them.”

“Why would you say that?” Lana said.

She was the inverse of Evan’s calm, bordering on hysteria.

“I think Felicia did it. The girl who did this. Holy shit, I think she did it.”

Lana stared at him in disbelief.

Evan looked up suddenly, feeling a strange clarity.

“We need to get her help. Now. I’ll call 911, you get her dressed.”

Evan looked down at Liz and felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. Was it too late for her?

15.

“Do you really need all this junk?” Melissa asked as she watched Erin fill her backpack to the brim.

“Yes! Stop asking.”

“Fine,” Melissa said.

The room still smelled weird, as did the hall. It was that sweet, strange odor that neither girl could put their finger on.

Outside, the rain fell hard against the roof and pavement. It was an awful night.

“Can you hurry?” Melissa asked for the fifth time.

“I’m trying, Jesus.”

“This place gives me the creeps.”

As she said this, the door behind them swung open. The girls turned and froze.

Standing there was Lily Myer, Erin’s roommate, naked as the day she was born. Her eyes burned with green light.

A girl joined Lily in the doorway. Her eyes were the same violent emerald, and she leered at the pair with gleeful hunger. Between her fingers writhed what looked like a giant leech.

“Hi ladies,” the girl said. “Ready to have some fun?”

16.

Felicia crouched by the water’s edge, the rain pouring over her.

She could feel it inside. It was hatching, even though its host was long gone.

The creature emerged from her aching vagina then. It was far and covered in little tendrils. Seizing it in her hands, Felicia held the monstrous thing up to her eyes.

She was losing control again. She could feel it slipping away like grains of sand in an hourglass. She needed to act.

Felicia squeezed the creature in her hands, feeling it fight desperately to stay alive. She couldn’t let it fall into the water. It would find someone then.

Finally, the worm ruptured, it’s guts spraying across Felicia’s face. Soon, the rain washed the gore away. She let the lifeless thing tumble to the ground and then she sobbed as the urges overtook her once more.

---