The woman simply smiled back and nodded as dark hair bounced atop her head. Rose looked down at the woman’s belly, barely contained even by the large dress she wore. “How . . . I mean . . . wha—what are you?” Rose asked. The woman smiled again. She came even close to Rose, so that she was just inches from the young woman’s face. “For now, I am you,” the woman declared.
Suddenly, Rose dropped to the floor with no warning and landed flat on her back, getting the air knocked out of her and hitting her head hard on the ground. Rose’s vision blurred as pain wracked her body in several places at once. Rose lay on the ground for a few seconds as she struggled to catch her breath and wait for her head to stop throbbing.
“It’s easier if the host is disoriented,” declared the still-floating woman, “now make room for Mama!” said the woman as she simply dove down through the air toward the open gullet of the curvy Rose. The woman’s ectoplasmic ooze simply forced its way inside Rose’s body through her mouth. Rose gagged and jerked and spasmed and fought, but it was no use. The woman flowed into her, her liquid-like form filling every crevice in Rose’s body. After a few seconds of shaking, it all ended, and Rose lay unconscious on the hardwood floor as night fell. Her eyes glowed a bright green just before they closed.
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