Her voice changed, seeming familiar. “Anyone, Tommy.”
I looked at her and saw…my mother! She looked like she had in old pictures from back when she was my age. My cock shrivelled and I pulled back.
“Just kidding,” Demie chuckled, shifting back to her more familiar Janis/Demi/Laura human form with the tight jeans, half-top and sandals and taking my arm again. We moved on.
She looked at me. “You’re upset about last night.”
I looked at her. “Yeah I’m upset! You fucking killed–!” I hushed up as we passed an older couple, the husband swiveling his head as he went by to keep an eye on Demie, earning him a wink from Demie and a punch to the shoulder from his lady wife.
More quietly, I hissed to her, “You killed Jessi! You brought her home, she was nice, and you just KILLED her.”
“That is my nature, Tom. I need to eat to survive. I can’t just stop being what I am.” She looked at me sidelong. “Don’t you like what I can do for you…*to* you? Is it that much a price to pay? You only just met Jessi; it’s not like she was your best friend.”
I gulped. The last week had been incredible; the most exciting time of my life. Could I keep living like this, knowing what she did?
I sighed. I was already damned. In for a penny, in for a pound. “Just…don’t kill anyone while I’m having sex with them, okay?” I asked.
“Deal!” she yelled, bouncing up and down like a giggly schoolgirl with huge boobs, and the word echoed all along the street. I grabbed her hand and we hurried home.
I was totally wiped out so Demie tucked me into bed, kissed my forehead (freaking me right out for a moment, but I didn’t die), and went back out.
As I lay there I wondered why she had kissed my forehead. What did that mean? Was she fucking with me again?
I didn’t have any answers, and sleep overtook me a few minutes later.
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I was sitting on my new couch when the front door opened and in walked Demie. Behind her came my mother and father, beaming.
“Tommy!” Mom said, coming up and hugging me as I rose from the couch. “I’m so happy! Finally you’ve found a good woman to take care of you.”
“Uh…I…what…?”
Mom continued: “Demie has been telling us all about her family. Such pedigree! You’re marrying above your station, young man.”
“Wait…marriage? But…” I stammered.
The door, still open, admitted a very pregnant blonde woman, Carrie from work! “But you have to marry me, Tom! You knocked me up and my husband left me! What about the baby?!” She caressed her very round tummy.
I heard grunting behind me. Dad and Demie were naked on my couch, him on top of her, fucking her.
“Dad! What the fuck!” I cried out.
My Dad quickly reached his release and Demie clamped her mouth to his as he came. He grunted loudly, his old body shaking as his soul was sucked out of his mouth. A moment later he collapsed, his body loosing all the shit he had been holding in, messing up my new couch just like my old one had been.
I collapsed to my knees, crying.
Demie looked at me, nonplussed, my Dad’s dead body still on top of her, inside her. “It’s just my nature, Tom.”
And then I woke up.
To be continued…
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