Corrupted By Pleasure

My hands reached to grab my tits as I got continually railed from behind, but the man holding my arms prevented them from reaching their target. Pleasure wracked my brain, wave after wave of sheer bliss that made the rest of the world disappear. My legs turned to jello, and my pussy convulsed nonstop around the cock buried deep inside. 

This. This was the release I needed.

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I was working my job today as an IT tech, working on the wi-fi in a closet adjacent to the break room. Inside, I heard three women talking. I couldn't see them, but I could hear their voices. I heard coffee machines whirring to life and the smack of a refrigerator closing. They were chatting about their weeks, when things got spicy.

"OK. Kill, fuck, marry." One said, thinking she was alone. "The doctor who works in the next suite over, Jim from accounting, and, uhhhh, hmmm, Dave from IT."

They all erupted in laughter. My face flushed. They were talking about me. 

"Marlene, that's hilarious. Can I kill him three times?" Another said back. "He literally looks like a goblin, and he always stares. He's made such weird comments! I even think..."

I didn't wait for them to finish the conversation. I stormed out of the tech closet, and didn't stop until I was out of my building. 

I sat in my car, the anger still stewing inside me. As someone who's 5'6 and riddled with pockmarks from bad acne as a kid, it's not hard to see why I'm not a hit with the ladies. I hated how girls would laugh at the fact that I would even approach them. 

The first time I felt tits and a pussy was on possession.com. I used my free trial on my high school crush. I landed in her while she was in the mall. Immediately, I felt the stares. I felt desire. I felt wanted. And, after ducking into a changing room, I felt tits. Then I was pulled back.

I usually use the site once a week or so, just taking over some plain looking girl from down the street so I can cheaply enjoy an orgasm. I don't make a tonne of cash and the possessions are expensive. Once you're inside a chick, as long as she's got a pussy it's all the same. But, if you wanna go out and get fucked, you need a body that's really gonna turn heads.

As I drove home, I was fuming. I had been dealt a shit hand in life. Just because of who I was, I was left out to dry. I felt embarrassment and hate towards those women. But more than that, I felt jealousy. Sex was so easy for them. Something I so desired but could never have was as simple as firing up a tinder profile. I'd never get sex that easily. Wait. Maybe there was a way I could.

I closed the door to my house and went to my room, sitting down at my desk, in front of the computer. Immediately, I loaded possession.com. 

I wanted a body that commanded the attraction of every person in the room. One which got sex so easily it had to push guys (and girls) away constantly. 

There were a few that fit the bill. But one caught my attention. Celia Nordgren. A 31 year old secretary from two towns over with some tits to die for. 

The best part? Her body had just been uploaded to the site. So, there was a first time use discount. She was in budget. That explains why there weren't any reviews.

I immediately booked 8 hours behind the wheel of those tits. Clicking the button, I was instantly transported from my dingy room to the garden outside her house.

The first thing I noticed was that my vision was full of boob. This body had absolutely delivered.

Holding them up, I was so satisfied with their size. Much, much more than a handful and delightfully squishy. So, I kept massaging them like stress balls as I walked in what I could only assume was her house. Her body was tons of fun too. Thick and curvy in all the right places, with a little pouch of a stomach. The jiggle on this thing was insane, and every step echoed through me, my tits, stomach and ass keeping time with the rhythm of my movement. 

I walked inside and dug through her top dresser drawer. Bingo! A veiny purple dildo with a suction cup base. I slammed it on the tile floor of the living room without a care in the world and hit it to watch it wiggle to and fro, checking the suction. I hopped on, the delicious girth pushing and filling me to perfection. I sucked on the areolas capping my perfect chest like gumdrops, massaging and kneading my free tit to amplify the pleasure further.

Warmth and tingles radiated upward from the lips between my legs which grabbed onto the dildo so tightly. It grew stronger, stronger, stronger, until - eruption. My legs clapped together and shuddered, sending my whole body into a quake. The dildo was still buried between me. 

"Honey? You home yet?" I heard a man's voice echo.

I wasn't done. My body was still short circuiting. My legs kicked  and I fell off the dildo, laying on my side. My legs straightened and shook involuntarily as my tits piled on top of one another in front of me.

"Celia? What's going on?" The man said. He must have been in a state of pure shock to see his wife mid orgasm the second he walked through the door. 

I sat up, aftershocks still vibrating through me. But this pussy was still ravenous, still tingling and buzzing like it had been just before cumming. 

"Get over here and fuck me before I find someone else who will." I said, breathless.

He didn't need to be asked twice. We immediately were on top of each other like wild animals. We kissed, and he threw off his clothes as fast as he could.

I threw my arms around his head, then tossed him onto the couch. "What's gotten into you babe?"

I stuck my ass in his face. "You wanna fuck this? Then stop talking." I turned around, facing away from him before lining up my opening with the dick. Even grazing the lips felt amazing. I lowered myself down and plunged. "Ah." A gasp left my lips as the pleasure came back.

I was greedy for my clit, digging inside my cunt to flick my fingers over it as I bounced up and down. Every once in a while the husband's hands would come up to grab my tits. 

That electricity was back. About to take control, take over. Bolts of lightning crossed from my pussy to my head and then out to my extremities. My legs quivered, shook and I grabbed enormous handfuls of tit.

"THIS BODY'S ORGASMS ARE INSANE!" I shouted at the top of my lungs as the pleasure removed all reason from me. 

I felt the dick twitch and burst inside me as I rode the pleasure wherever it took me. 

It kept racking me, while "my" husband pushed me off.

"Celia? Something's very wrong here. This isn't you."

"Uh huh." I said, lying down and staring off into space, my brain still complete and utter mush.

"Wait. Could she be possessed?" The man said. "I heard about this happening online, but never thought it was real." 

He grabbed me by the shoulders and looked into my eyes. "Celia? Please say that's you and that this is an early anniversary gift."

My mind was slowly returning, even though my cunt was still howling out for more.

"Sorry dude. Celia's under new management for now." I said.

"No. No no no. This can't be happening. Get out of her!" He said.

"I paid for 8 hours and I intend to use them." I said, standing up. White cum dripped from inside my thighs. I turned walked over to the bedroom. 

"What do you think you're doing?" He yelled. 

"I'm getting dressed. Momma's pussy needs more action." I rifled through her drawers, throwing tops and bras over my shoulder and onto the ground without a care.

"You can't! I won't let you!" He said, in a panic."

"Listen bud." I turned to him, saying. "I had an awful day and I intend to get my money's worth in here. So you get out of my way or I scream bloody murder until the neighbors come. Try to explain away that one."

He sighed and buried his head in his hands. I continued to dress.

"Think of it this way. You just got some crazy sex, and you get your regular wife back way less stressed out and bitchy in a few short hours." Not a bad deal on your end.

By this point, I was mostly dressed up, looking like a slut. I went for a sexy housewife look, wearing a tennis dress which barely fit my tits. I didn't bother with panties so I'd have easy access to the vagina I was wearing. "This is sure to get me some dick." I said, poking a boob.

I walked past the husband, stuffing tits in my top, grabbing the car keys and heading out, ignoring his protests.

I zipped downtown to a dive bar I frequented as a man. The whole way, I had my right tit out and was kneading it like a ball of dough. Just massaging them was working me up into a frenzy. Wasn't sure if that was my male mind having easy access to some knockers or normal for this seriously responsive bod. The whole situation was revving me up again, and I smelled the delicious musk of pussy as my cunt leaked onto the leather seat below me. As I threw the car in park and got up, I saw lip-prints left on the seat where my grool had pooled beneath me.

Walking in, I took a seat at the bar. The bar was pretty slow given that the workday had just ended.

"What will it be miss?" He asked, eyes pointed straight down. "Bud heavy." I said. He tilted his head in disbelief, that high voice ordering such a traditionally male drink. "Actually, make that an appletini. I got tits now so I better drink like it."

Hordes of men were staring 'til one had the balls to approach. He was a college age guy, dressed stylishly with curly hair.

"Hey how are you?" He asked. "What's your name?"

"It's Celia" I responded, smiling.

We talked for a few minutes. I honestly don't remember much about the discourse, I was just eyeing him up and down hoping his dick would last long enough for me to cum. 

"Come with me." I cut him off mid sentence. I grabbed his wrist and pulled him into the handicap restroom. 

He stared at me, eyes as wide as dinner plates. I traced my finger up and down my cleavage before going in for a kiss, pressing him up against the wall. I stepped back to fish each tit out of the shirt.

I reached down to grab his dick, and after two rubs up and down he muttered and stumbled.

"Did you just fucking cum?" I asked.

"Yeah." He said back. "It's been awhile, and you're like my dream girl." 

I smiled at the compliment, mainly because she was my dream girl too. "You think a 20 minute ride back to mine is enough for that dick to recharge?" I asked. 

"Absolutely."

We hopped in the car. The whole ride back, I was working my tits. At stoplights, I'd even get a hand down on my clit. At one point, I had to pull over and put the hazards on while I orgasmed.

The boy stared at me intently. "You might like your tits more than I do!" He said. 

"I probably do." I replied. 

Walking in the door, the husband was pacing back and forth. "Who are you with?" He asked.

"You're married?" The boy asked.

"Not technically." I responded. "Listen hubby, go in your room and shut the door before I make a facebook post about how short your dick is."

I looked back at the boy. "Now where were we." We were back on top of each other like before.

He put a hand on my shoulders, trying to push me down to suck his dick.

"Ew, I'm not fucking gay." I said. "Just for that, you get down there and eat MY pussy."

He didn't need to be asked twice. He stuffed his head in between my lips, his tongue landing on my clit. He lapped in strokes, each one sending blasts of pleasure to my head. My hands were free to work my tits, and I did so, honestly just marvelling at how tits this perfect could even exist. I slapped them around, plucked at the nipples, and even brought them to my mouth and latched on. I found some lube on the nightstand next to me, and I squirted it all over the luscious orbs. I half laughed, half moaned as the tits slid in and out of my grip.

The pleasure was pushing, but plateauing. His technique was solid, but not amazing. I needed to be filled if I was going to get over the edge.

I stood up, pushing him onto his back. I took position over the dick, and plunged down onto it before the pleasure had a chance to fade. I bounced up and down, the pussy getting so, so, so close to cumming but not quite getting there. I forcefully jumped up and down on his dick, the pleasure going haywire but still not releasing. My tits shook like an earthquake was hitting them as I chased the pleasure with all the might this body could muster.

"FUCKING CUM ALREADY!" I howled at the top of my lungs. I gripped my tits tight until they blazed with pain.

The pain quickly transformed into pleasure, the boost I needed. I was over the edge. My pussy began to pulse, grasp at the cock inside of it as the pulses spread further and further out over me. I roared out, throwing my head back as the pleasure brought me to an ethereal plane. The boy's cock twitched and burst, my show of pure lust being too much for him to hold back.

I still shuddered and shook, even as he asked how he was. My buoyant tits vibrated as my body did, my thick thighs quivering as the muscles beneath the cellulite went haywire.

I couldn't get enough of these orgasms. My pussy, somehow, STILL was crying out for more.

"Good job man, that orgasm was electric." I said to him. "Get that dick back inside me." 

I looked down. To my disappointment, it was soft. 

"Are you serious?" I said. 

I just walked away and started getting dressed. "Can I get your number? Will I ever see you again?" He asked.

"No, you can't. And by the way, if you ever see me again I'll probably act like I don't know you and this never happened. So don't say anything."

I hefted my tits, heading back out to the bar.

I repeated this process three more times, heading to different bars and bringing different guys home. 

By the end of the day, my pussy was sore and ached so good. My tits had red marks where I or the men had gripped them too hard. I sat back on the couch, just basking in the radiance of this body while I still had it under my control

The husband came back in. "Celia?"

"Not yet. Still got 3 minutes. Wanna fuck again? I could definitely use some pleasure for the road." I said.

"Fuck you, pervert." The husband replied. "I've got her loaded up on my laptop on possession.com. Here's the deal. Soon as you leave, I'm getting in to clean up your mess. I need to take a Plan B pill and her checked for STDs. And, I'm getting her a breast reduction. She's been talking about it for years. All the way down to A-cups."

"Why would you do that? I asked, getting angry. "These tits are perfect." 

"Yeah, they are pretty nice. But they get her too much attention from pervs like you. Don't try taking her over again or you'll waste your money."

I stood up, yelling. "I don't care what you or she thinks. I need this body to have these tits or I won't be able to get fucked while I'm in here! You don't understand. This body, this site, it's my release, my way at getting back at the world for having been dealt such a shit hand in life."

"Ever consider people treat you like shit because you act like shit? Bye buddy. See ya never." The husband said. 

"Don't you dare touch these...

...tits!" I finished in my own voice.

I frantically tried to log back in, but it said "Body in use."

Fuck.

Alien in my Aunt 3

Part 1
Part 2

"How do the sensations feel?" Faylix asked. "Fucking incredible." I responded.

"Good. I'll let you enjoy this body for now. I'll come back in the morning to show you how to use additional features of that vessel."

With that, Faylix's body flickered and disappeared. Probably teleporting back to his ship? Who knew, this night was crazy enough already.

Focus. This was my opportunity. Maybe the only time ever I'd be allowed to feel up my aunt without her saying anything. To touch tits. Ass. Pussy. Holy shit. I could feel what it's like to cum.

A shit eating grin worked its way across my Aunt's face. Slinking down the hall, totally nude, I walked to the bathroom. 

Time to get in the tub. I turned on the water, sitting down to the side. I pulled my tits to each side, looking down between them at the slit tucked between my legs. I reached my arm down, my bicep bumping into my tit - it's sheer size was awe inspiring.

Reaching down, I ran two digits up and down the seam, felt good, but daddy needs more. Or mommy? Whatever. Pussy. I pushed in between the lips and continued to rub. They were slick as can be with sticky juice.

There! At the top was what I was searching for. A little nub where pleasure reached a peak. I pushed it. "aaahh" I softly moaned in Avery's voice. 

I stared in the mirror, seeing my hands run the length of my slit. At the top was the pleasure point. All the rubbing had made it engorged and stiff. And if I pulled my pussy lips up, it popped out. There it was in all its glory.

The buoyant tits I'd been enamored with for so long hung from my own chest. I pushed them up into bunches, just to see how much of them was there. I used Avery's manicured nails to toy with and pluck each nipple, causing me to involuntarily gasp in pleasure.

I rubbed up and down, needing more. Before long, I had sunk deeply down into the tub. Massaging my tits made the pleasure deeper. Wow.

I grabbed each nipple, toying, teasing and playing with them. I pulled them away and let them snap back to my chest. Each one send a shock through me,and they seemed to be directly wired to my depths down below.

I slowly reached my fingers into the foreign depths. The feeling was indescribable. The movement of my fingers on my inner walls only multiplied the rushes I was feeling. Certain spots elicited more sparks.

Focusing on those, I pumped my fingers in and out. Before long, I was seeing stars, and erupting in a whiteout of pleasure that caused my whole body to spasm. I sucked in air through Avery's teeth as her breasts wobbled and bounced atop my chest.

As I lay back, I basked in the afterglow while shocks still wreaked my body. I sat back, inside Avery, pressing all the buttons. I snapped back to my own body, inside her. 

Earlier today, an alien was in my aunt. Now, I was controlling her. And right now, I didn't want to be anywhere else.

I hit all the buttons. A smirk grew on my Aunt Avery's lips. It was time for another orgasm. 

Alien in my Aunt 2

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Alien in my Aunt 1

Earlier today, an alien was in my aunt. Now, I was inside her. And right now, I didn't want to be anywhere else.

I hit all the buttons on the little remote. A smirk grew on my Aunt Avery's lips. It was time for another orgasm. 

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"Come over here and give your favorite Aunt a kiss before I go to sleep." My Aunt Avery gestured me over before planting a sloppy kiss on my forehead.

"You do know you're my only Aunt right." I replied, half annoyed that she was still making me do this even though I was in college now.

"Well, that doesn't make it any less true." She said, walking towards the guest room. "I'll only be here for a few weeks 'til my divorce is over and done with. I've got to get enough in before I leave." She added, tilting her head to the side in the signature way she did.

"Night, Sharon!" She shouted, to her sister, my mom. "You better get to bed too. Doesn't your college start back up tomorrow?" She leaned back to me and said as she walked, her generously curved body bouncing with each step.

"Night, Avery!" My mom replied from downstairs, as the door to the guest room clacked shut. 

I went and tucked into bed myself. 

My Aunt Avery was my mom's sister. We always joked that she had been adopted - my mom looked nothing like her. Where my mom was small, mousy and shy, my Aunt Avery was curvaceous and had a loud personality to match. She'd had a number of boyfriends I could remember growing up, none of them lasting for too long. But as she got older, she eventually decided to settle down. 

Me, I got more from my mom. I was scrawny and shy. I'd never had many friends in high school preferring to go to the local commuter school and stay at home. I was closer with my mom anyway. 

Things took a turn when Avery and her man split up. I guess she was too much to handle for even him, a wealthy stockbroker, for too long. The problem now was that I had to look at Avery everyday, constantly. 

Though I was shy (or maybe because of it) I'd been a bit sexually repressed. Girls don't usually like guys who live with their moms, ok! But because of that, I'd honestly developed a bit of a crush on my Aunt. I dreamed of seeing her naked, her tits swinging and bouncing under her, or hell, even peeling back her panties to see what was underneath. She, on the other hand, saw me as "her little man" and would never entertain anything like that, not in a million years. So my fantasies stayed just that. Fantasies.

That didn't stop me from fantasizing though. As I drifted off to sleep, I imagined her tits and fat ass bouncing as she walked down the hallway. I imagined her peeling off her top, showing the bra underneath. I imagined her taking her tits in her hands, putting my dick between them and stroking.

"Get ahold of yourself. That's your aunt!" I whispered to myself. I flipped over, and before long I was nodding off. 

Thud.

I awoke. I hadn't been too deeply sleeping. Maybe I could get back if I tried again.

Thud.

Ok, definitely not hearing things now. What's going on?

Thud.

I got up, begrudgingly, to investigate. My mom kept telling me I was the man of the house now so I guess this was my job. 

I heard some shuffling and things falling from down the hallway. I followed the noises to their source. Outside Aunt Avery's room. 

"Aunt Avery? Are you ok in there?" I asked.

Thud.

I heard some medium pitched warbling and clicking, like a combination between an electric power arc and an old appliance or something. Not normal.

I pushed the door open with a slight creak. Before it was pushed back and shut. Odd.

"Avery? I'm coming in now." I said, my voice nervous.

I pushed the door open, harder this time. And I what I saw had to be seen to be believed.

My aunt was there frozen and staring off into the distance. She had what looked like a dart stuck into her neck. She just sat there, eyes open, frozen and staring off into space. And beside her was the craziest part. A short, green, manlike creature about 3 feet tall, operating what looked to be some kind of a device with a touchscreen using its long slender fingers. It looked at me and quickly back down to its device.

I had to be fucking dreaming. I left, walking back to my room. I laid down in my bed, forcing my eyes shut, telling myself it had to have been a dream. My heart raced and pumped for about five minutes before I heard a soft knock on the door.

"Honey, can I come in?" It's me, your Aunt Avery." the familiar voice asked. Not waiting for an answer, it came right in. 

She walked up, sitting on the foot of the bed and staring at me.

"Hey honey, heard some noises. Everything ok?" She asked, her usual caring personality shining through.

"A...Aunt Avery. Are you not wearing pants?" I said

"I forgot they usually wear those." She said softly under her breath, breaking character. But then she was back to her usual self. "Everything ok, sweetie? You look like you've seen a ghost!"

"You don't remember? I was in your room. It was you, and, well something. Someone? I'm not sure. You do remember that, don't you?" I said, trembling.

"Honey, you must have been seeing things. I would forget all about that. Just go to bed. Ok?"

She leaned in to kiss me on the forehead like she'd done earlier that night. 

"Stop!" I said, forcefully.

"I know what I fucking saw." I said. "Avery isn't here right now, is she? It's you, that little... spaceman. Making her say this."

"No, baby boy". She said, really laying it on thick. "It's just me, your Aunt."

"I. Know. What. I. Saw." I said back. "I'm calling someone. NASA. SETI, the fucking ancient aliens guy or something. 

I stood up to leave. My aunt moved, and stood in my way.

"Let's not do anything hasty, now." She said. "I'm sure we could work out a deal. Just need to access the memories here..." She looked off to the side for a bit, staring into space again, before turning back my way, smirking.

Her demeanor had instantly changed. Her hand raised, tugging on the lip of her top. Her voice came out smoky and breathy."Honey, I think I know something you've been wanting for awhile now." She walked towards me, pushing her massive jugs together and making a seductive face. "I've seen the way you look at me. Down at my chest."

Her hand reached down, into her cleavage. It continued, down, down, down forever before coming back for air. She leaned in, pressing her chest against mine. I gulped, my face flushing. My cock stiffened in a way where I thought it might burst.

"Have a feel of these." She took my hand, placing it on her tits and under her hand. She started to grope and knead, in a way where I could feel the perfect soft but taut texture of her jugs.

I moaned. This couldn't be happening. Wait. This couldn't be happening. This wasn't my aunt. No way. Did I care? It was so wrong. I had to do something, at least put up one more push of resistance before I gave in.

"Stop. Wait. My aunt would never do this." I said, my blood still rushing toward both heads. "Listen, space guy. Just tell me how you're doing this. Tell me and I'll leave you alone, promise."

My aunt stepped away, her expression turning into a fret. "And how do I know you won't double cross me the very instant I do?" She said, her whole demeanor changing on a dime.

"Aha! So you are in control. Not so smart after all, huh!" I said.

"Very well. I've been detected. Social interaction isn't my species strong suit. We pride ourselves on fairer pursuits. Like science and technology. Plus this is my first time piloting one of these things."

But how? I'm kind of a tech kid too." I gestured over at my desk which had a few circuit boards and resistors out.

"Hahaha!" My Aunt Avery laughed. "Those little things? So primitive. Ok, boy. I'll show you. But only because this will be rather interesting. And, because this mind says you're too shy to ever try anything. Walk with me back to your relative's room."

I followed her out the door. Her ass was still bouncing with every step.

"What should I call you?" I said. "My real name cannot be pronounced with your vocal architecture. It wouldn't make sense to even tell you. During my training for this trip, my colleagues who used human training models called me Faylix."

"Ok, well, Faylix. Why is it such an issue if I find out?" I asked. "Your tech is so advanced you could probably wipe us!" 

"Well, yes, the odds are rather high. But the purpose of this trip is merely vacation." Faylix said. "Let's see if this host's brain can make an analogy to your world. Imagine if you went on a hike into the woods, then you crushed a bug and all its hive came after you. You'd have to kill them all. That would make a big stir and my comrades would not be happy."

"Makes sense, I guess " I asked. "Wait. Vacation? Controlling my aunt is fun for you?"

"Well, yes, actually." She replied. "Our species has evolved past the need for sexual reproduction. We found it much too distracting. However, feeling sexually aroused, or as you call it, getting turned on, is something very novel for us."

"And why my aunt?" I asked. 

"Well, again, we are interested in sex. Your aunt here is a good candidate for that for a few reasons."

"Those being?" I asked, getting impatient. 

"Well, she just ended her contract with her long-term sexual mate. So, I can exhibit sexually promiscuous behaviors with minimal deviation from her normal behavior, preventing suspicion. Also, she was considered one of the hosts with assets most likely to physically attract a mate."

Great. Even aliens knew Avery had a banging body.

"Ok, well, um, how do you take control? Are you in the closet with a remote right now?" I asked, looking over to the walk-in.

"No, youngling. I'm within this body, controlling it from the inside!" Faylix said with a massive grin.

"That... makes no sense. From inside? What about her organs and brain and stuff?"

"That dart, you saw earlier? It contained nanobots. To your kind, unfathomably sophisticated nanobots. They took her and replaced her body with a shell that could be worn by me. Inside here is like a... cockpit, as your kind would say. Except I have full control, and can feel all the sweet sensations."

"So, how do you get in?" I asked.

"Must I show you everything?" Faylix replied, from within Avery's body using her voice. "Very well. I need to remove her clothing for this. Can you control yourself? Or will the sensation be too strong?"

Faylix just stared. I guess it was a genuine question, him not knowing the strength of human sexual urges.

"Shouldn't be a problem. I replied."

"Very well. Let's proceed." 

Faylix made Avery grab her shirt, cross armed, and pulled it up over his head. Then, unceremoniously, her tits were just out. There. The very tits I had been made to grab earlier, and had dreamt of for years, were in front of my face.

Then, Avery's body was made to pop its bra off. The tits were free. They were fucking perfect. Tan, and capped with a pencil eraser nipple, my body began to react accordingly. 

Aunt Avery's body bent over, leaning slightly onto the bed. "This might be jarring. Try not to lose consciousness."

Her body started looking out into the distance, frozen again. Then, a long line with light pouring out began to take shape on her back. It grew, expanding and growing, until it was open like a fissure. I tried to take it in. My aunt, with her body facing the wall, blank faced, and her back open. Peering in, I could see flesh outlined by ribs. Spokes of metal emerged from the walls here and there. Flashing lights adorned some of the metal. 

Then, out stepped the creature from earlier. Faylix, I presumed. He was sticking out of her back, and energy coated him. He rested a hand on Avery's ass and smirked.

My jaw dropped in disbelief. Not only was an alien, a real life alien in front of me, he was in my aunt. What's more, my aunt had been converted into a vessel he could control. That anyone could control? I had to find out more.

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Hope everyone likes where this is going. This story was so large I've split it into 3 parts, with most of the action happening in the third. I'll release the others every few days. Maybe sooner if people ask nicely :)