Every movement fed back to my brainthat I wasn't myself, from the sway of my boobs, the stockiness of mybody, the tightness of the skirt, the cool air...on my smooth legs andarms, the glasses on my face, the hair flicking against my cheeks andthe complete absence of that omnipresent need for my next fix.The copper opened the door himself and then I jumped a little and gaveout a tiny half yelp when a big man's hand snaked round my waist. Ilooked to my right and up and there, a head taller than me,. She was startled to see a mass of small, blue eggs and goo around her butt, on her inner thighs, seeping out from under her panties. She smeared her fingers through the substance, concerned and confused. She pulled aside her panties at the crotch to examine herself. Her pale, blue skin was wet and covered in the slime. She was startled to see that her vagina was swollen and bulging. Her panties were soaked and full of the small, soft eggs. As she sat up, pressure increased in her lower abdomen. That’s a funny word to describe a story about really odd people, kids and adults, who are fans of this imaginary TV series that sounds more like a video game for someone on drugs that no one understands and no one knows anything about but they all have to watch it. They can’t stand to miss an episode.Oh, and there’s a library that’s huge. Infinitely huge, it seems. It’s got everything.That’s it. That’s the story. Except that once I started it I couldn’t stop reading. It’s wonderful because you. ”“I think it’s a good thing, Steve. She does need you. And I don’t mean for sex. You’re the rock she has to hold onto to get better. Heck, you know that. If you didn’t believe it, you wouldn’t have slept with her at Christmas.”“You know, you’re as big of a pain in the ass as Anala, Bethany, and Jennifer!” I chuckled.“Bigger than all of them put together, big brother!” she said, smiling impishly. Then, she continued seriously, “Because we love you, Steve. I don’t think you and Kara are getting.