The small girl made her way down the halls towards the shower, keeping the nightgown wrapped tight around her body. Her flip flops sounded like a horses gait as she passed through the otherwise quiet halls. She still wasn’t really comfortable living with so many other women and tended to wait for the showers to empty out at the end of the night before she’d make a run for them herself. Privacy was something that was hard to come by in a public dorm, but still something she cherished. Her shoulder length hair was tousled and obscured her vision a little more than normal… had it been a windy day? She thought to herself.

Upon entering the showers, she was disappointed to see one other girl still using them, though the shower quickly shut off and she decided to wait just a moment, throwing the hair out of her eyes and looking in the mirror.

Whisperer was already in the dorm showers, floating near the ceiling. His huge umbrella-shaped body was effectively invisible in its transparency. He was not entirely sure how he got there, but that had become a regular occurrence of late. He had just decided to take advantage of the situation and was about to seize the leggy blonde who was showering beneath him when the door opened. He froze, aborting his attack even before it started.

Immediately his attention shifted to the new arrival. She was a bit shorter than most, but there was a certain kind of charm in that, and her bust was certainly very impressive for a girl of her stature. Though that didn’t make much difference to Whisperer; he was more interested in how sensitive a girl’s breasts were than their size.

The alien forgot all about the other girt as he studied Jen in his silent, invisible way. He lightly brushed her mind with a psychic probe, appraising her state of mind. Instantly he felt a sort of kinship to the student, being a loner himself. He found himself captivated by this small but lovely girl.

Jen smiled a bit to the other woman as she passed, leaving her alone in the showers, so it seemed. Gathering her supplies and towel, she quickly moved for the stalls and chose one on the end, turning the water on to get it heated up before she stepped in. With nobody else in the room, she could take her time. As the water heated, she tugged on the belt of the robe-like nightgown and let it slip from her shoulders, revealing her body slowly, from her shoulders, to her large chest topped by small pink nipples, to her flat tummy, and finally stripping away entirely, her young legs crossed slightly to partially hide her shaved sex from view, even though, to her knowledge, she was alone. Habit, it would seem.

Testing the water for a moment with her hand, she jumped in and shut the curtain as far as she could as the hot water splashed across her pale skin, making it glisten in the too-bright lights of the room.

Whisperer was pulled from his reverie by the sound of the door closing. He was alone now with his chosen prey. The way she slowly disrobed was almost too sexy to be unintentional, but the stance she took to hide her womanly treasure spoke differently. He sensed that she had not detected him, however, so he continued his vigil, patiently watching and waiting.

Once Jen had begun her shower, Whisperer moved stealthily to the door. It was perhaps strange that a communal shower like this had a lock, but the monster did not question. He simply availed himself of it, securing the door so that there would be no interruptions. Then he floated back to hover over the one active stall.

Jen leaned her head back and let the water soak through her hair and down her body, dripping down her chest and abs, making her toned thighs shimmer in the lights of the room. She heard a soft ‘click’ but assumed it to be a door slamming in the hallway, nothing more, her only concern being that someone else might disturb her shower, but after a few moments of nothing more, she decided that she had the room to herself still and began to lather her upper body with soap, a floral smelling thing. The white suds slipped easily from the swell of her breasts as she ducked back under the shower, taking her time and enjoying the solitude, relaxing a little and stretching her hands out. It hadn’t been that bad of a day but she was certainly tired.

Whisperer returned just in time to enjoy the spectacle of white lather being spread over his target’s impressive chest. Watching the bubbles melt away as she rinsed herself in the cascade of the shower was equally pleasing. For long moments, the transparent alien was nearly mesmerized by the cleansing ritual Jen performed in such a slow, sensual way.

A stirring of pressure in his phallic tentacles finally broke the spell. He had never been so aroused by watching such a simple activity before. What made the occurrence even more unusual was that such a reaction was usually triggered by a certain level of arousal in his victim; he sensed none of that from Jen. Perhaps it was just that she was so innocently enjoying the simple pleasures of a long shower in solitude, but there was something special about this young woman. More than ever, Whisperer knew he wanted to feed from her; to see how she would reacted to the not so innocent pleasures he would force on her.

Still, he was not yet exceedingly hungry and he had her all to himself for now, so he decided to play with her a bit. It was almost a shame to interrupt her quiet time, but he decided to make himself known. The psychic alien projected his call, that mental broadcast that would register to her mind as the sensation of someone whispering her name from just out of sight.

Jen . . .

Jen had almost lost herself in her thoughts, eyes closed beneath the cascade of steamy hot water running down her curved figure, thinking of the day and what she might do with the weekend…

Jen…

She almost jumped a foot upon hearing her name… she had heard that right? She thought to herself. It was a strange noise, almost like an echo with no source. Covering herself instantly she looked around, realizing how silly she was being. If there was someone else in the room they weren’t in the shower with her. She dropped her hands to her side and peeked her head out of the shower stall… finding nobody else in the room, the other stalls still empty as well.

“Hello?” she ventured, just to satisfy her curiosity.

Human behavior always amused Whisperer. Like others before her, Jen looked every direction but up. Of course, she might not have noticed him even if she did look straight at him, but at least she’d have a chance.

The transparent monster remained still and silent as he watched his prey investigate the ‘sound.’ He intended to wait for her to return to her routine before mentally ‘goosing’ her once again.

The girl continued to look around for a moment before shrugging and ducking back into the hot water, closing the curtain tightly again. I must be going crazy, she thought to herself. She ran her hands over herself, getting the last of the soapy film off her shimmering upper body, breasts bouncing softly as she ran over and under them. Soon she moved on her toned legs, repeating the process… slowly washing herself until finally she began rubbing shampoo into her hair, closing her eyes to duck her head under the water again as the suds ran down her shoulder length hair and over her body, her form bent backwards to keep the water out of her eyes, her chest thrust out slightly.

Whisperer found himself fascinated once again with the way Jen washed herself. It was almost as though she were putting on a show for him, but that was impossible since she didn’t know he was there (and wouldn’t be posing for a giant, flying jellyfish in any case). Nevertheless, he found himself continuing to respond to her unintentionally erotic display. Perhaps what most excited him was that she was not trying to be sexy - her appeal was completely natural.

He had intended on waiting a little longer before sending his call to her again, but when he saw how she closed her eyes and arched her back to rinse her hair, he had a better idea. Her glorious breasts, brought into prominence by her pose, were too tempting a target for the transparent monster. He quickly but stealthily lowered two pairs of appendages around the girl. Two were grasping tentacles, rough and bristly, that he positioned behind her. The other two were larger trunk-maws with their gaping circular mouths which he moved to within striking distance of the student’s luscious mounds. He was careful to extend all four such that he didn’t interrupt the flow of water from the shower head.

When all was in readiness, Whisperer struck, unleashing his initial attack. He directed his two maws to engulf Jen’s lovely peaks while simultaneously attempting to entangle her arms and hold her in place.

Jen remained in the position for a while, taking her time to wash all the shampoo out of her full hair, hands raised above her and tangled in her brown locks. The water ran down her form easily as she finished up, small streams of water running through her cleavage, down her back, around her in all directions.

If she had only opened her eyes she might have noticed a hint of movement at least. Instead, as she finished rinsing the cleansing suds from her hair, she felt something wrap around her hands, holding them in place above her head, while at the same time something, or rather a pair of something’s, attached themselves forcefully to her breasts, what almost felt like large mouths, though not human in nature. Her heavy chest bounced as it was pounced on. She opened her eyes and mouth in a gasp, instantly getting a face full of water, clouding her vision so that all she could see was some movement, movement that could very easily be the water rushing from the faucet. Something else was definitely in here, but she couldn’t see what. She inhaled quickly, her large mounds puffing out into their captors as she squirmed, trying to free her arms…

Whisperer sensed that Jen was about to scream, and he was tempted to let her. After all, with the way the campus was designed to facilitate attacks by creatures such as himself, it seemed likely that the walls were effectively soundproofed. Still, there was no point in taking unnecessary risks. But how to prevent it? He knew better than to shove something as sensitive as a cock into a probably hostile mouth. If he stung her, his venom would take care of both problems . . . but he would rather not resort to that after the wonderful show she had put on for him (unknowingly or not).

It took the monster only an instant to decide. While he consolidated his hold on her arms, wrapping a tentacle around and around each limb separately, he sent a third grasping appendage looping under her jaw to force her mouth shut and hold it there.

Precaution taken, Whisperer returned his attention to Jen’s lovely globes. It was time to determine if they were as sensitive as he liked. The alien quickly sucked in the firm tit-flesh that was thrust into his maws by the girl’s sudden inhalation. Each transparent trunk fully encased its target, molding the large mounds into exaggerated cone shapes with constant suction. Inside each maw, four strong and nimble tongue-flaps writhed against Jen’s captive breasts, tasting her flesh with their highly textured surfaces.

The girl’s scream died in her throat as a couple of things happened… for one, the bindings around her wrists tightened and another invisible thing seemed to loop under her chin and force her mouth shut, tilting her head up in the process, the water covering her eyes and keeping her effectively blind, as well as forcing her back to arc a little, pressing her full chest into whatever was latching onto it.

Secondly, her breasts were sucked into whatever held them like a vacuum. Whatever it was, it was caressing each orb over every inch of firm flesh, her tender breasts tingling with forced passion and making her body quiver, already parting her mouth in a small gasp of lustful energy. Her nipples quickly began to respond, stiffening in her attacker’s grasp, becoming hard, pink little buds atop the giant swell of each mound.

The creature loosened his hold on Jen’s chin, draping the tentacle loosely around her throat to serve as a reminder that he would not let her scream - at least not in that manner. He shifted her around so that her face was no longer under the constant stream of water. The cascade would have been falling directly on her large, luscious breasts, if they hadn’t been completely covered by his maws. As it was, the water rushed between and around the monster's twin trunks to course in rivulets down her front and sides.

Whisperer continued his assault on the girl’s impressive mounds, sucking and licking the sensitive flesh mercilessly. One tongue in each maw retreated up the captive slopes to pay special attention to her hard nipples. The textured muscles flicked back and forth over the little pink pebbles.

The alien wanted to see just how hot he could make his victim by playing with her heavy breasts. Could he make her cum? It was rare, but he had encountered at least one girl who could be driven to orgasm with tit-play alone. It was one of his fondest memories, and he was always on the lookout for more such precious finds.

Jen didn’t cry out as the thing loosened its grip on her chin, though it would have been difficult still with it curling around her throat, not to mention the sensory overload flowing through her body as it engulfed her young breasts. It kneaded her plump mounds easily in its strange, mouth like extensions, circling the sensitive flesh with what felt almost like giant tongues, tickling and gently squeezing her large globes. The small nipples atop each mound of flesh were already hardened and pushed this way and that as the thing licked at them.

She never even got to be truly afraid, instead she was already feeling arousal taking firm hold of her body, that familiar feeling of helplessness but incredible sensation fueling through her.