#bad_bug_writes

[bugs-and-bad-stuff]

I’m the scientist in scifi horror movies that's way too into their work studying the alien virus that assimilates biological life. I sure am dedicated, working late nights in the specimen lab making all sorts of observations (stripping and jerking off my gock whilst making out with the glass as its many eyes watch me and its mouths whispers its plans for me/to me). Its clear to all my co-workers that I must have been working way too hard and slept through the initial outbreak (I used stolen credentials to disable the security system and watched through the cameras whilst stroking myself the entire time). Luckily I’ve been working on a vaccine that will keep it from trying to infect you, here let me give you a dose (oops its actually just a sample of the virus, the monsters are ignoring you because your already infected). Oh no, you've been infected - don't worry I'll help you hide it from the other survivors whilst we work on curing you :)

[bugs-and-bad-stuff]

I'm not just a pretty face, I'm also a 7ft hybrid abomination of insect flesh, efficient bug muscle and armoured chitin along with a whole mess of alien hormones and freshly implanted predatory hunting and breeding instincts that I couldn't control even it I wanted too. You'd probably better start running, not because you have a chance to get away but because I need the stimulation.

[bugs-and-bad-stuff]

Staring into a mirror in enraptured wonder, watching as the bulge under my skin slowly squirms its way up my neck.

Smiling, caressing it lightly and whispering quiet encouragements to it, telling it that its doing so well, that I’m so lucky that it chose me for its host. Stroking myself as it finally reaches its designation, helping it by thinking good slave thoughts, showing it the mental pathways it will need.

Watching as my hand moves to my face, lovingly stroking it as I involuntarily lean forward to kiss my reflection. “Thank you for being such an eager host” it says in my voice. I'd answer it if I could, but its not my body anymore. I make it's cock twitch, just a little.

[bugs-and-bad-stuff]

I really need to betray my species and sell my loved ones out to parasitic alien invaders. I jerk my girldick off ever day to the thought of watching my partner realise too late that I've led them into a trap, that I've planned for every eventuality and that theres no chance help is coming.

Maybe if I'm good the bugs will even let me watch them get bodysnatched, let me kiss them as the terror leaves their eyes and they go slack while something better takes ownership of their meat. I make out with their slack drooling mouth - I tell them did this because I love them, because I know its our destiny as an inferior species to get supplanted by our superiors. That they're going to be so hot as a bug husk and that I can't wait to meet the new them.

I’ll watch as their eyes refocus as their new owner takes control. For a second they’ll look at me with a completely alien expression, so completely unlike my partner. Then they’ll smile just like them and in their voice tell me I did well and that they’re so much happier know and that everything is ok. Its a lie of course, we both know that my partner is gone - the bug has consumed them utterly and I love them even more for it.