Int. Kitchen - Day
Helena walks into the kitchen holding a mobile phone to her ear. Wearing a casual outfit and bold black glasses, she meanders around the kitchen whilst immersed in the conversation.
Helena (lifting her arm up to examine the bite)
I’m telling Linda I’ve been bitten by a mosquito before, it hurt way more than-
Helena focuses on Linda’s words, squinting her eyes as she listens to her.
Helena
Make it up!? I’m looking at the bite right now! Why would I-
Interrupted by Linda, she once again focuses on listening to her words. Helena’s eyes bulge open.
Helena
(raises voice) Do not go there! I’m not jealous of my own sön! He’s (looks up and lowers her voice) oops he’s upstairs. He’s happily in a relationship, I’d never get mad at him for spending more time with his girlfriend over myself. That would be so vain.
Helena nods her head to Linda’s words.
Helena
(smiles) Okay, not a problem. I’ll make sure to never tell you anything again. (laughs) I’ll see you later too. Love you. Bye.
Placing her phone on the kitchen counter, Helena grabs a plastic basket filled with dirty clothing. She exits the kitchen, humming a song as she carries the dirty laundry with her.
Int. Basement - Day
The basement door opens, revealing Helena with the basket of dirty laundry. Daylight shining through the small windows eliminates a good chunk of the darkness from our previous visit to the basement. Helena walks down the stairs in front of her nonchalantly as she continues humming. Coming to the last step, Helena turns and walks in the centre of the basement before freezing in place the moment she sees it. She drops the basket, laundry falling onto the hard floor. She stands with utter shock on her face, staring at a large black egg. Several surfaces throb, a thick slime coating the huge object.
Helena reacts in disgust at what she is looking at. Within the egg, movement can be seen. Whilst the clarity is so dilated that you can’t make out what’s inside, the pale colour of what resides in the egg contrasts with the rest of its black texture. Helena hesitantly steps forward with the intent of getting a clearer look on what resides inside. You can hear the fluids within the egg pumping around the interior. Like a heartbeat pumping bloöd. A woman tears through the jelly-like material, running out with a bellowing roar.
Helena screams to the sudden scare. She backs away from the mysterious woman, placing her palm to her mouth. The woman who had emerged from the egg, she was naked and covered head to toe in slime. Her skin was grey, bulging veins sprawling across her whole body. The woman stood hunched over, with her knees bent, twitching at random. Her breathing was staggered, moaning to every twitch. Helena, frightened by this extraordinary experience, began to move carefully around the edge of the basement. Moving closer and carefully towards the stairs, Helena did everything she could not to gain the naked woman’s attention as she was facing away from Helena.
While Helena manoeuvres around the basement, she comes to a stop when she gets a look at the woman’s face. The naked woman looked identical to Helena. This clone of Helena stood with her mouth hanging open as she continued breathing in a staggering manner. Her eyes darted around the room before aiming at the scared Helena, locking onto the frightened woman as the clone closes her mouth and lifts her chin up.
Helena (walking backwards)
(mumbling) S-stay back! I don’t mean an-any harm!
The slime-covered doppelgänger drools the very slime it’s covered in, spilling from her lips onto the floor. She begins to walk towards Helena in a clumsy manner, moaning as it moves slowly with little to no balance.
Helena
Don’t come any close-(scream)
Helena trips and falls onto her back in her attempt to back away from the approaching clone. She weeps and cries as she watches the oncoming clone stagger towards her. Losing its balance, the clone falls to its knees. Its moans sound orgasmic in nature, every sensation is too stimulating for the clone. Helena uses her arm and elbows to shuffle away from the kneeling clone to retain some distance. The clone’s upper body sways as she struggles to stay upright. Gasping for air, she begins contracting her belly as she lets out a deep groan.
We hear the clone’s internal muscles and fluids squelch and gush as slime pours from her vagina. A thick, fleshy tentacle emerges from the clone’s pussy. She groans in a euphoric pain as it stretches further in length, approaching Helena. The injured Helena is unable to get up on her feet. Supporting her upper body with both arms, she tries desperately to shuffle further away but is förced to watch the slimy appendage travel up her body.
Helena
(crying) Oh dear god please no! No I don’t want to, I don’t- (gägging)
The tentacle slides down Helena’s throat. Her body motions to the tentacle sliding through her organs, her hips and stomach moving up and down as it presses on. Once the tentacle reaches an end to its growth, the sound of gulping can be heard travelling along the tentacle. Some kind of liquid is being pumped out of Helena and into the clone. Helena’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, completely overcome by the sensation of what was happening inside of her body. An overflow of slime spluttered from her lips as she chöked on the thick tentacle, running down her cleavage.
As the liquid pumped into the clone’s vagina, she began to tremble. The false Helena yelled a deep, orgasmic moan with its tongue stretched out of her mouth. Her arms gripped onto her thighs whilst she held her shoulders forward. Her huge, veiny, slimy tits were bouncing all over the place to her orgasmic spasms. As the clone was experiencing her incredibly intense orgasm, we see its corrupted veins and grey skin overtaken by a healthy and normal skin tone spreading across her body. You can hear the liquid pumping inside of the clone’s body, the sound of fluids filling her up.
This fluid drained from Helena was changing the clone to appear more human. Once her skin had fully transformed, the tentacle no longer pumped anything out of Helena. The sound of tentacle’s gulping along with both women’s internal squelching had fallen silent. The clone’s orgasm had begun to settle as she tried to recuperate. The tentacle draws out of the original Helena’s mouth, a burst of slime regurgitating from her onto her shirt. Helena’s eyes still rolled back, she gargled on the slime still clogged in her throat.
Helena
(gulp) Jas…on…
Helena loses the support of both arms. Her upper body drops to the ground, she dies where she lies. Her head tilts to the side, slime drooling from her lifeless lips. The false Helena licks her own lips at the sight of her dead host, revelling in what she has just done. The clone snaps out of the moment when she hears Jason’s voice.
Jason (O.S)
Möm? Where are you? Möm?
The doppelgänger’s eyes bulge open. She crawls on her hands and knees towards the bottom of the stairs, grunting as she’s förced to drag her tentacle along the ground. The fake Helena reaches the bottom of the stairs, propping her arms up as she looks up to the basement door. She closes her eyes and bites her lip.
False Helena
(whispers) Mmmm fuck. I’m throbbing so badly.
Her aroused expression changes to a neutral, soft tone as she talks to Jason, trying to imitate Helena’s regular tone.
False Helena
I’m just in the basement sweetie, what’s wrong?
Jason (O.S)
I’m heading off to see Lucy now, I won’t be back until later.
False Helena
Okay, you both enjoy yourselves. I love you.
The false Helena waits a few seconds as she listens for the front door to close. Upon hearing the sound, false Helena smirks to herself. Still propped up by the stairs, she tenses her asscheeks and sucks her tentacle back into her body. The surrogate Helena grits her teeth and snarls to the feeling, her stomach moving rhythmically to the huge tentacle retracting back inside of her body. Grunting as she thrusts her ass and hips in motion to the retracting tentacle, we can hear her insides once again squelching as she manipulates her very organs. With the tentacle returning to her body, she revels in the euphoria before climbing up the stairs on all fours, leaving behind a trail of slime.