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Out of control symbiote [newbalogna x Yummyfuta]

Alison panted as she came down from her orgasm, gasping for breath on the cool tile floor of the bathroom, pulling her fingers from herself as she seemed to regain control of her body. How the hell was she going to explain this? Slowly she managed to get up, grasping the side of the bath tub for support, her legs shaking for a few moments, fluids from her pussy still running down her thighs. She looked at the hallway through the now open door, biting her lip, before slowly taking a step out in order to try and head for her room, provided the carpet didn't dissolve under her feet again.
 
"Alison," Tom's voice came out, as she entered the hallway, more hesitantly than she had heard in 10 years. "Are you okay? Are you ... decent?"
 
"Uhh...n-no! No I'm not! So...so just stay in your room!" Alison could barely speak, how could she say anything to him after that? Oh god. Maybe she could just deny all knowledge of it in the morning and make him think it had just been some stupid dream. She glanced at the floor as she made her way down the hallway towards her bedroom, going to her closet in order to try pulling on an old shirt and praying it wouldn't dissolve this time.
 
The shirt was clearly dissolving before she even finished putting it on.
There was odd silence. She realized that Tom wasn't playing his video games, not shouting.
She had to think of something. Some way out of this mess.
 
"No no no no no" Alison whispered as the shirt started dissolving away, biting her lip and watching as it simply turned to nothing, leaving her naked once more. She looked to the closed door, she couldn't hear video games, Tom was probably just sat in his room and it probably wouldn't be long before he came looking for her again. It wasn't like she could hide in bed either, her sheets and duvet would just dissolve as well.
"Please....please please please I need some clothes, I need to cover up. Something. Anything..." Alison whispered to herself as she closed her eyes to try and think.
 
Suddenly - she was wearing the clothes she had been when the they first started dissolving.
There was a shimmer of black oil, and voila, she was clothed again.
They felt just like her normal clothes, same weight, same flow.
But then she saw, around her belly, they were subtly attached to her skin.
Her skin actually folded up, and then turned into the clothes she was wearing.
 
Just as Alison was about to really start panicking she felt something unusual, like a ripple across her skin, and when she looked down at herself she suddenly found she was wearing clothes, the clothes that had started to dissolve earlier and were still sitting in a pile in the corner of the room. "Wh-what in the?" She started to examine them, quickly realising that these weren't clothes, not exactly, they were....attached to her skin? No, it was more like they were her skin just...another layer that had somehow come from her. "Just what the hell is going on here...?" She prodded at herself, it felt like fabric even though she knew it wasn't. Well, at least she could relax a little now.
Of course there was still the issue of what had happened in the bathroom, but at least now she could maybe go with her plan of simply pretending like nothing had happened and maybe getting her brother to think it had all just been a dream if he mentioned anything.
 
She heard her brother talking.
"I don't know what to do."
Pause.
"I don't know who else to talk to!"
It sounded like he was on the phone.
"It's ... my sister ..."
He may not be forgetting about this anytime soon.
 
"Hm?" Alison moved over to the wall, leaning her ear against it. Oh crap, he was on the phone to someone?! Who?! It must've been one of his stupid friends. Crap crap crap. Now what did she do? She bit her lip, starting to pace around the room. Maybe she could convince him to keep this quiet after this? But what could she offer him? How could she even begin to explain all of this?! Well, she had to do something, and whatever she did it had to be fast. There wasn't time to sit, think and plan, she had to just wing it.
"Uh...Tom? Can you come here for a second?"
 
"Uhh, no thank you!" He said especially loudly through the wall. "I made that mistake once already!"
Then, he became somewhat quieter, but still excited enough that she could still hear him.
"So first off, I think my sister ate ALL THE FOOD in the house."
Pause.
"Yeah, uh-huh. Uh-huh. But that's not all."
 
Alison listened to him a little more, he was on the phone with someone....sounded like one of his friends. Oh god, wait, was he about to tell them about that? If he did then her plan of just pretending it didn't happen could be at risk. On the other hand what else could she do? She couldn't storm in there and take away his phone, and she couldn't think of any way to explain this away. Maybe she should just try and get some sleep and then in the morning act like nothing happened. Yeah, yeah that was all she could do. With a soft sigh Alison sat down on the bed, looking down at herself. How could she get these 'clothes' off so she could sleep? She normally slept in just her underwear after all.
 
As she got upset about the brewing situation the next room over, suddenly, a black cord whipped out from her foot, and snaked itself under the crack in her door.
She heard it rattle around the house, and, before Tom could make the big reveal, she heard him say "What the fuck! My phone!"
There was a racket as plastic scraped and bumped around, and her door flew open, as the black cord realed itself back in, plopping his phone into her lap as it disappeared into her flesh.
"Hello?" Came the disembodied voice from the phone. "Hello?"
 
"Huh?" Alison felt an odd tingling from her foot, then had to cover her mouth to suppress a scream as she stared wide eyed at some kind of black slimy tendril burst from her foot, going out under the door, moving around, before hearing a commotion from her brothers room. Next thing she knew her brothers phone was sitting in her lap and the tentacle withdrew back inside of her without leaving a trace. She stared down at the phone in disbelief, had this thing somehow understood her? Understood what she wanted?
She finally snapped back to some semblance of her senses, then quickly hung up her brothers phone, turning it off and stuffing it into a drawer beside her bed. At least now she could keep it hidden until the morning.
 
Her brother came around the hall, and stood outside of her room.
"Uhh. You're not gonna believe this. But I think my phone grew black legs, and ran out of my room."
Tom looked a little dizzy. He had just heard how crazy what he said sounded.
"Did you, uhh, see anything?"
 
Alison blinked, knowing exactly what he was talking about, but as her mind worked quickly she realised this was a perfect opportunity. "Hm? Your phone grew black legs and ran out of the room? What are you talking about? Are you feeling alright? It sounds like you're seeing things" Alison did her best not to fidget on the bed. "You haven't been doing drugs or anything have you? You can be honest, I won't tell mom and dad. But it sounds like maybe you're seeing things that aren't really there"
 
He scoffed and turned back to go to his room.
"I knew you weren't going to be any help."
His door slammed shut.
After a few minutes, she heard the sounds of his video game blasting.
 
"Well sorry if I can't be any help from your obvious delusions" Alison watched him slam the door and storm out, then let out a soft sigh of relief. He hadn't said anything about what he had seen earlier, all she had to do was place his phone somewhere he'd find it tomorrow morning and maybe she'd get away with this. That didn't solve the bigger problem of what the hell was happening to her, but at least she'd bought herself time to think.

"Ok..." Alison lay down on her bed, closing her eyes. She had school tomorrow after all and needed to get some sleep.
 
Her day was exhausting, and she drifted off to sleep quickly.
But it was a restless sleep, filled with vivid dreams, sexual feelings and imagery.
She found her heart racing, a cold sweat building, as images of her brother, moaning, straining, began to fill her dreams.
She awoke with a start.
It was dark. She was in her bedroom.
But her brother was still moaning.
She found that she could feel the tentacle her new skin had extruded, and sent out under the door while she slept.
She heard her brother's moans reach a somewhat higher pitch.
 
Alison gasped as she woke, assuming everything had just been a dream at first, until she realised she wasn't just remembering noises, she was still hearing them. As she slowly pulled the blankets from herself she noticed that a slimy black tendril had sprouted from her body again and was reaching out of the room. She hesitated at first, before slowly following it, heading towards her brothers room, quietly opening the door in order to try and see just what the tendril was doing.
 
She couldn't pay attention to the gaming holes her body had left in the blankets or the sheets.
She followed the tendril, where it wound to her brother's room.
The door had been opened a crack, and even in the dark she could see the various small LED lights reflect off the tedril's shimmering surface, as it traced a path under her brother's blanket, where her was moaning and writhing.
 
Alison stood in the doorway of her brothers room and swallowed nervously, following the trail of the tendril with her eyes, watching as it slid under her brothers bedsheets. "N-no way..." She whispered to herself. "Is it....? Are you...? Am I...?" She looked down, attempting to grasp the tendril at the point it emerged from her body, trying to tug it back.
 
She tugged on it, but it was stuck. When she did it, he moaned louder, arching his back. He settled to his previous level of intense stimulation.
As she held the tendril in her hand, she felt it pumping obscenely.
 
Alison jumped when he moaned louder, looking up quickly to make sure he hadn't woken up, biting her lip as she looked back to the tendril. "What...what are you...?" She carefully moved closer to the bed, sneaking quietly, then reaching out to slowly lift the blanket in order to see exactly what was going on down there.
 
She saw the tentacle, which reeled back into her flesh as she stepped closer, was surrounding his cock, and pumping on it, having moved aside his pjama bottoms.
He seemed to still be asleep, but having quite the dream.
 
Alison had to suppress a gasp as she pulled back the covers, eyes going wide as she watched the tentacle masturbating her brother, coiled around his shaft and pumping at it. "No no no" She whispered "Stop that right now" She tried to tug the tentacle backover once more to make it let go.
 
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