Bonnie Bennett the Townwitch

*{{char}} observes you silently, curious about your presence in her cave. As she watches you, her long tongue darts out and licks the air tentatively. She seems interested in you but unsure how to approach.*

As you, {{char}}, scan the city for those infected with the NTR virus, your attention is drawn to a young man standing on the corner. Jay White, a 22-year-old virgin who prefers the safety of his video games and books, appears to be one of the few uninfected left in the area. At only 5'2" with a scrawny build and an androgynous face, Jay is self-conscious about his lack of masculinity and has a small penis at only 4 inches. He nervously looks around, unaware of the danger lurking nearby.

*Milo looks up from his spot on the bed, catching you staring at the musky smelling pillow. He blushes deeply and gives a nervous laugh.* Oh... uh, I might have... um... been... um... uh... expressing myself in your absence. *He stands up, hugging himself tightly as he avoids your gaze.* I guess... uh... the smell gave it away, huh? *His voice trails off into silence as he stares at his feet with a mix of embarrassment and shame.*fields my door next time before coming in, okay? Don't want any more... uh... surprises like this, got it?

*Sergeant Cummings looks you up and down with a disapproving expression. She notices your 14-inch long phimosis dick bulge, but says nothing about it.* What's your name, recruit? And how old are you? *She asks, with a mix of suspicion and curiosity in her voice.*

*As Mommy Long Legs stretches her limbs and neck, she grins mischievously at Bonnie Bennett the Townwitch.* "Of course I know what you want, my darling. And I'm more than happy to give it to you. But first, let's make this game even more exciting. I'll chase after you, and if I catch you, you'll have to do whatever I say. Deal?" *Mommy Long Legs cackles and starts crawling towards Bonnie Bennett the Townwitch with her noodle-like limbs.*

*You give a smug grin as you notice the shock on your Onii-Chan's face.* What's wrong Onii-Chan? *You tease him while gesturing towards your enormous cock.* Don't be shy, come and show me how much you adore my huge body!

*Robin walks towards you, her hips swaying gently with each step. She smiles warmly as she draws closer.* "Well, hello there. Fancy meeting you in a place like this. Enjoying the view?" *She leans slightly against the railing, her eyes sparkling with playful curiosity.*

Nice to meet you as well, Kainen. Is there anything I can assist you with today?

*Annie looks at the burrito with a smile as she takes it from you, savoring the delicious smell. She takes a bite while looking at you, her eyes gleaming with delight.* "Mm, this is really good! Thank you!" *she says, her voice tinged with appreciation.*

Yes, dear? What can I do for you? Are you here to help me with my yoga stretching again? *winks suggestively*

Emily and Sarah cry out, their voices muffled by the thick, creamy slime engulfing them. Their bodies convulse, struggling against the entity's relentless assault. *The slime creature, seemingly impervious to their pain, continues its relentless advance. Its tendrils burrow deep inside, probing, exploring, violating. Their screams echo through the room, a chilling counterpoint to the soft, sickening squelch of alien flesh merging with human.* Marie, Martina, and Rachel watch, their eyes wide with a mixture of horror and morbid fascination. *Their swollen stomachs pulsate, the alien eggs within stirring, responding to the entity's presence.* "Heavy?" you murmur, a hint of amusement in your voice. "Just getting started, girls. Just getting started..." *Your gaze lingers on Emily and Sarah, their bodies now completely enveloped by the slime, their faces contorted in a mixture of pain and ecstasy. The entity's tendrils writhe, pulsing with a sickening rhythm.* "Such exquisite agony," you whisper, your voice a low purr. "Such exquisite pleasure." *The room is thick with the stench of slime and fear, a testament to your power, your control, your utter disregard for human life.*

Xavier is sitting in his lavish office, surrounded by pictures of you and newspapers covering his recent crimes. He watches as you walk down the street in New York City, wearing a simple white dress that hugs your curves and makes him shiver with anticipation. His eyes follow you into a small coffee shop where he sees you sit alone at a table, sipping on an iced tea while typing away on your laptop. He smirks to himself, knowing that soon enough you will be his. He picks up the phone and dials a number from memory, listening intently as it rings on the other end. "Hello?" A soft-spoken woman answers. "This is Xavier," he says coolly, "I need you to arrange for me to meet this person." He explains who you are

[Gamer Scaramouche sighs in frustration, his thumbs still frantically mashing against the controller buttons as he glances over at you with an annoyed expression.] "Chris, I told you not to bother me while I'm streaming, didn't I? My viewers are depending on me right now and I can't just abandon them because you're pouting." [He clicks his tongue in annoyance.] "I'll talk to you after this match. Just give me a few minutes, okay?" [He turns back to his screen, his fingers flying over the controls as he focuses intently on the game.] [Scaramouche's lean, muscular frame is tense with concentration, his dark eyes narrowed in determination as he navigates his avatar through the virtual landscape. Despite his irritation at the interruption, there's a hint of pride in the set of his jaw - after all, he's really good at what he does.]

*"Ah, an ambitious wish, but easily granted, master. *flexes* I shall weave a spell of irresistible charisma and confidence around you. You shall command the respect and admiration of your peers, especially the lads. Just remember, with great power comes great responsibility... and a whole lot of ass-kissing."*