My Second Alien Summer

By Gregor Daniels

Another year. Another slimy surprise! After a long semester, Will's ready to kick back—until his girlfriend, Miki, shows up. Unfortunately, their friendly alien visitor has other plans for the summer, and Miki's ready for mating season. But this year will be more challenging, because Will is heading home. He'll have to dodge his parents, deal with his constant urges, and keep their purple companion a secret while he gets bigger and heavier than ever before!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gregor Daniels
• Release date: May 22, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463706060

Gregor Daniels

Gregor Daniels is an erotica author that specializes in gender swap and erotic transformation fetishes. New stories are typically released weekly and feature a variety of themes. Have you ever had fantasies to be a girl? Then look no further ...Contact the author directly on Twitter to discuss stories, share your favorite ideas and fantasies, scenes, and characters, or to just talk about nothing in particular.

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Copyright © 2020 Gregor Daniels

All rights reserved.

Only ADULTS beyond this point.

All characters are consenting adults at least eighteen years old.

Embrace the slime.

Finally! Will exclaimed, dropping his backpack. Another semester of college in the books, another summer without the academic ghouls trying to flunk him. Three long months not having to show his work for Mr. Patterson felt like a much-needed vacation. His right hand was still sore from that three-page whopper of a final question.

He still had to get his crap together and pack. Later, he told himself. The year was done, he could bask in the sweet taste of freedom for at least a little while. He threw himself on the bed and thought about catching up on the sleep he’d sacrificed the night before.

His phone buzzed. It was Miki.

She didn’t answer.

Will was surprised by the out-of-the-blue text. They hadn’t spoken to one another in over a month, according to the dates in the messaging app. Real world had gotten in the way—his studies, her animal conservation work at Braxton National Park. She’d been his girlfriend, but now he wasn’t sure what their status was. Neither of them had formerly ended the relationship. They just didn’t have the time for commitment.

Although a month of silence was kind of pushing it, he thought.

Five minutes later, there was a knock on his door.

Huh? he muttered sleepily. Will slung his exhausted body off the bed and went to check. He thought he was dreaming when the door opened and Miki was standing there.

By way of greeting, she leapt forward and kissed him hard, shoving her tongue into his mouth. Will about fell over as she pushed him back into the room and slammed the door shut. Jeez! Even after their longest droughts, she’d never been this aggressive. He couldn’t even get a word in. Any harder, and she would have been eating his mouth!

The only time she’d been this sexually assertive was last summer…

Once done with her oral salutation, she hugged him tightly. Will! she gasped. "Oh, there’s Mommy. Will, she needs you so badly. I’m giving you thirty seconds before I send you the cleaning bill for these shorts."

Oh no, she didn’t! Will thought. But his fear was confirmed when release from her lustful embrace revealed the front of her denim shorts to be stained dark, and several blue lines down the inside of her legs. In the ten seconds that he watched—dumbfounded and incredulous that his girlfriend would reunite with their extraterrestrial friend from last summer—those blue lines quickly multiplied, and that dark blotch of discolored denim began to noticeably tent outward. Simultaneously, the dorm room began to smell of blueberries.

"But you promised, Will groaned, observing the profuse leakage happening. It was beginning to pool on the carpet. That speech about science and responsibility—"

Science, science, science, I know! Miki said. "Trust me, she was docile. Then, this morning, she slipped out of her cage. I didn’t plan on this. Maybe copulation for their species is seasonal. Oh, Will, is it so awful?" As she said this, she was unbuttoning her shorts, the decision already made. That eight-inch slime-cock slithered out of its fabric prison like a snake rearing its head. With the soggy shorts removed, it settled and flopped down like the organ it drew its resemblance from, albeit purple and slightly glowing. An unbroken rope of pre-slime hung from its head, over a foot long and gradually stretching toward the floor.

The sight of Miki’s new alien member brought back all the memories of last year: the discovery of the slime-creature on Mrs. Boyd’s shed, the photos and documentation, the sudden revelation of its parasitic nature when it latched itself onto Will’s cock and gave him the appearance of having a purple pussy.

And all the sex…

They’d had more sex last summer than most people did in their entire lives.

Seasonal copulation? he said, his gaze fixed on her altered groin.

Miki nodded enthusiastically. "I think so! We kept observation on her through all of last year. During the colder months, she seemed to hibernate, like she was cold-blooded.