The Abzorbaloff's Absorption Hunt

A Doctor Who commission, and (if my memory serves me) my first absorption vore story! C: Enjoy!

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 The Abzorbaloff was on the hunt.  And the alien had chosen its targets.
“I can’t wait to just kick back,” Fred said, walking up to the party’s entrance.
“You’re telling me,” Rachel said, leaning into her girlfriend, Tina.
“Aw, you lovebirds,” Edgar teased, holding the door for the group.  “Get a room already!”
Everyone laughed.  Then the group went into the party, diverging in their own directions.
It didn’t take long for Fred to find what he was looking for.  “Hey there,” he said, walking up to the sexiest woman in the room.  “What’s your name?”
“Linda,” she said, smiling.  This was too easy.  “Let’s cut out the small talk—I want you, you want me.  Let’s go.”
And so, they went upstairs.  Linda locked the door
“So,” Fred said, smiling.  “You want to get started?”  His tongue ran across his teeth.  “I like it a little rough.”
Linda—or the creature called Linda—smiled.  “Me too, boy.
“Me too!”
It reached out and grabbed Fred’s arm.  The man yelped in surprise and tried to yank his hand out of her grip, but she held firm.  He tugged, but more of him got pulled in: fingers, hand, arm.   Linda grinned and sucked harder, luring him inside, loving the sensations in her hand and the flavors of his consciousness.  And then, all of the human was sucked in through Linda’s hand—pulled into a pool of sludge and liquids and /thoughts/.
/All mine now, all mine. . ./
/Foolish human, just one touch is all it takes./
/Enter me, mortal!/
And then, he was fully inside of the monster.  He was stuck in a dark ball of goo, trapped within some kind of slimy prison.  The thoughts continued to pulse around him in little murmurs, things he would have to make effort to hear.  For a brief moment, Fred thought he would be trapped inside here forever.
But then, he was pushed forward, and his face was forced against the walls of the chamber.
And he could /see/.
Linda laughed as the human’s face took its place among her skinbag disguise, coming in with a /squelch/ onto her stomach.  He looked quite disoriented, which gave her giggles.  “Looks like you’re adjusting,” she said with a cackle.
“Where am I?” Fred cried.  “What happened?!”
“I /absorbed/ you, silly boy!”  Linda let out a long laugh.  “And let me tell ya, you were quite tasty.”  She licked her lips, watching the human’s flabbergasted expression.  “I’ve had my eye on your little group, boy.  So don’t worry.
“You won’t be alone in there for long.”
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“Hey Edgar, have you seen Fred?”
Rachel was starting to get concerned—their friend had been gone for a long time.  Edgar shrugged.  “Beats me.  He’s probably hooking up with some girl.”  He kept dancing, swaying with the crowd.
“I suppose. . .”  Something felt wrong to her, though.  She walked back to Tina, who was waiting by the beer table.
“Find him?” Tina asked, kissing her girlfriend on the cheek.  Rachel shook her head, and Tina frowned.  “That’s weird.  Fred would’ve finished his makeout session by now.”
“Right?!” Rachel exclaimed.  “It’s strange, isn’t it?”
“Oh hey, are you looking for your friend?”
The couple turned to see another woman standing there, carrying her own beer and an easygoing smile.  “I saw him go behind the house for some reason?” the lady said, scratching her head.  “He looked kinda off.”
(Underneath the Abzorbaloff’s chest, Fred was trying to scream to Rachel and Tina.  But the noise of the party drowned out his voice.)
Rachel and Tina exchanged a glance.  “That doesn’t sound like Fred,” Tina said slowly.
“He’s the guy you came in with, right?” the woman asked.  “Sandy hair, green shirt?”
“That’s Fred!” Rachel exclaimed.  She looked over at Tina.  “Let’s go see what’s going on—hopefully he hasn’t gotten himself caught up in something stupid.”
They turned a walked outside, and reached the back of the house.  “I don’t see Fred,” Rachel said, walking into the empty, dark space.
“Help me. . .”
“That’s Fred!” she exclaimed, turning around.  But the voice wasn’t coming from the back of the house—it was coming from the woman they followed.  “Wait, what the—”
Linda smirked.  Then she reached out, and grabbed the girlfriends’ shoulders.
Both of them cried out at the touch, and screamed as their skin got sucked inside.  Their shoulder slid in the Abzorbaloff, then their arms began to get sucked in.  Linda laughed as she felt both women coming into her; she could feel both their consciousnesses at once, and it was glorious.
One final pull, and all of them entered the alien.  Their consciousnesses slid inside, and then their terrified faces popped onto her thighs, one on each leg.  Linda smirked.
“Rachel!  Tina!”  Linda turned around to see Edgar standing behind the house, panting.  “You didn’t come back, and some guys said you were back here—”  He stopped.  “Wait, who are you?  Where’s Rachel and Tina?”
“Edgar!” Rachel screamed out from Linda’s left leg.  “Run!”
Edgar’s eyes widened in fear and confusion.  He turned around to run, but Linda was faster—she dashed forward and grabbed the man’s neck.
He tugged, but she was stronger.  His neck slid inside the alien, then his chin and head.  Linda felt it as his brain came inside of her hand, and the human’s thoughts murmured in her mind.  It was a wonderful feeling—one that made her just want more!
More and more of Edgar was pulled in, sucked inside of her—until all of him was sucked inside the alien.
And now, all four were inside of her.  Linda sighed, and released her form.  Green slimy skin dripped from her meatbag disguise, and covered her entire body, including her face.  The four faces on her body cried out at the transition.  Soon, the Abzorbaloff was fully revealed.
“Delicious.”  Linda said, licking her lips.  “I love little groups like this.  They make such fantastic meals.”
“Please, let us out!” Edgar cried.
“Afraid not—this is a one-way trip, boy,” the alien said.  “One touch is all it takes.  Soon your memories and consciousnesses will all be a part of my beautiful form!  Won’t that be lovely?”
She chuckled as the humans’ fearful thoughts ran through her.  “Well, /I/ find it lovely, at least,” she said, smiling.  “Well, I suppose it’s time to ditch this party.  And I’ll be saying goodbye to you shortly.”
The Abzorbaloff decided to leave the party.  As she walked away, the four faces continued to scream—but no one heard them.
And soon, they would be fully absorbed.