The top floor

“He can just be a fucking asshole sometimes, you know?” Tracy complained to her friend over the phone. “Like, he’d rather be out with his buddies than me.” The young military wife paced back and forth as she talked, hand on her head in frustration. “Did I tell you the other day I got all dressed up for him, candlelight dinner and lingerie and everything, but then he never showed up? He was out drinking, didn’t even bother to tell me. I guess that’s what happens when he spends so much time on base.”

Eventually the brunette had blown off enough steam, and her friend had shown such little interest in listening, that she decided she’d complained enough. “Alright, I’ll call you later.” She hung up the phone, tossing it aside onto the nearby comfy bed. Perhaps a shower would further calm her nerves, while her husband Ethan watched football downstairs. Hooking her hands under her top and pulling it up and over her head, the woman began to undress. She walked towards the bathroom, unaware that a bright green liquid was beginning to seep through the cracks of her window.

Hot water began to stream out of the showerhead just as Tracy finished undressing. As she stepped in and felt the cascade of warmth fall over her toned skin, she continued to fret over her failing marriage. “I never should’ve gotten married at 19.” She thought, closing the tinted shower door behind her. “Shouldn’t have gone for the first hot guy who proposed. I could’ve been with somebody important or rich, like a doctor or something.”

As Tracy continued to scrub, the knob to the bathroom door slowly turned. Gently, as silently as possible, it pushed open, steam flowing out into the bedroom beyond. It wasn’t quite silent enough, though. A noticeable creak gave away the action.

Tracy turned to look at the bathroom door. Through the hazy shower sliding door she could only make out a vague green humanoid shape, slowly approaching. “Oh, game’s over already, huh?” She joked, thinking the creature on the other side of the door was her husband. “Or did you remember your wife actually likes atten—”

Suddenly, the sliding door of the shower slid open. The nude Tracy turned to see her man, instead seeing something completely different. A faceless, featureless man was in front of her, looking like a human covered in a thick layer of some kind of slime. It was totally silent, and was unlike anything she had ever seen before.

Tracy opened her mouth to form a question, to cry for help, or even just to scream. But that was her mistake. With blindingly fast movement the slimy creature raised its arm in her direction. But instead of pointing a finger or something similar, its gooey appendage shot out even further, directly into Tracy’s now open mouth.

Green slime shot between her lips, instantly hitting the back of her throat. Tracy, shocked beyond belief, struggled to think of a response. She raised her hands to hit or grab the gooey substance now flowing out of the monster and into her mouth, but instead her fingers stuck harmlessly to its exterior. The monster stepped further inside, an extra appendage growing like a tail out of its back to slid the shower door closed behind it. Its slimy body **** itself up Tracy’s nose and down her throat with **** and speed, and in a few seconds the helpless woman flinched with shameful pleasure as felt an extra stream of slime shoot into her lower orifices as well.

The slime creature itself now seemed to be rapidly shrinking and losing definition as it flowed into Tracy, staying away from the stream of water still flowing from the shower. Tracy choked and sputtered, but could do nothing. She could feel the thing filling her from every angle, shoving itself into her body. Losing consciousness, the woman slowly sank down the slick shower wall, her body going limp just as the alien finally lost all semblance of solid shape.

The slime willed itself to split into two separate streams, one going into the human’s lower orifices and the other her face. The two trails of goo slid themselves into the alien creature just as the slime felt strong enough to seize control of her consciousness.

Tracy laid still for a few moments, a small trickle of green liquid still leaking from the corner of her lips. Then her eyes fluttered as she gained consciousness again, though this time, someone else was in the driver’s seat.

“Ah, solid again.” The woman sighed, looking at her hands and legs as though for the first time. Her hands wandered to her damp brown hair, feeling it carefully. “I hate creatures with hair.” She rolled her eyes. “But it’s for the Empire, I suppose.”

Standing and turning off the shower, Tracy opened the sliding door again and grabbed her towel. As she dried herself off, the slime took stock of its host: the species, its civilization, and this female in particular. “So my mate is in the military.” Tracy muttered. “That could be advantageous.” She finished drying her new skin, glancing at herself in the mirror that was now un-fogging, dropping her towel. Tracy’s toned body was looking a little bit more fat, probably because an entire alien organism was now living under her skin. She noticed the last bit of herself still outside her new body, and used her tongue to lick it up. Surprisingly, Tracy found that her alien occupier tasted shockingly good.

“But this human is considering ending her partnership due to a lack of intimacy.” Tracy thought to herself as she examined her inflated breasts. “It may be worth it to try to… reconcile.”

With that thought, Tracy opened her bathroom door and departed a very different woman.