liaison with alien life didn't really shift peoples'life-time so drastically as they make out in Quran. Considering how much metre it takes for communication to bump across the lightyears, and even longer to actually go matter from one office to the adjacent, there was a big gap between number one inter-group communication ( FC as everyone calls it ) and there actually being any ramifications from it. All the religious and finish freaks went on and on about the end of the macrocosm and coming to terms with their god ( s ), but it died down when nix really happened in the number one year or so. It wasn't until around five years after FC that the first aliens actually came to Earth ... or, at to the lowest degree, the Moon, where our atmosphere wouldn't kill them. We had to bust out the big spacesuits to moonwalk and meet our guests face-to-face.

Even calling it opposite isn't quite appropriate. What we would call a face was a glowering raft of skin, tendrils, and something that vaguely looked like ears. Every screen and television in the world was trained on these creatures, and no one really knew what they were looking at. adept state of war, territorial dominion 9, and incarnation had ill-prepared world to confront the fact that aliens couldn't have two oculus and a mouth.

Surprisingly, these aliens were not that far ahead of our 22nd century technology. earth had been leaving the planet and exploring the solar system of rules for the past tense two tenner ; this alien wash, who called themselves the Pafanel, had been doing it for the past half century. To the Pafanel, this was the Saame sum of clock time it took for their Lester Willis Young single to acquire to walk ( or, in their shell, float slightly above the aerofoil, assuming moonshine gravity. ) They could mouth our voice communication, having received obstinate satellite signals that had been sent from Earth long ago. Carl Sagan made the mightily outcry here, that's for sure.

manhood as a race had made surprisingly fresh and singular advances in physics and mathematics that transcended most other races that the Pafanel had come into physical contact with, and earned the earnest deference of our alien visitant. In exchange for a ( translated ) dialogue and transferral of cognition, the aliens would bestow gifts to increase the health and prosperity of humans and the planet Earth.

One such gift was the Youthfullness Pod, or Yupods. These chambers were used by the Pafanel to maintain their age ( or deficiency of it ), destress in times of physical and mental exhaustion, and earmark them to enjoy a private yet inner experience to their liking. The Yupods were organisms that acted as individual, yet were connected on some level to a key inwardness. It wasn't a psyche in the good sense that animals had a judgment or amphetamine degree thinking : every pod was an extension of the Saame entity, and human being scientists weren't quite sure enough how any of it worked.

For humans, these Yupods were loose of use. The organisms themselves cultivated and fed off the excess energy given off by us, with even more energy being expelled during acts of sex and pleasure. This energy, not understood or mensurable by human scientific discipline ( and only marginally so by Pafanel technology ), was consumed by the Yupod and imbued back onto its subject, removing disease, illness, and mark. It slowed down the aging clock, giving us all more clock time to do whatever we wanted.

The pods themselves were not members of the Pafanel species ; the Yupods themselves where an even more extraterrestrial being race, whose broad capabilities and powers were not totally cataloged by anyone.

Which leads me to today. admission fee to Yupods was forbidden to those under the age of 21. It was considered too speculative, and early display case of minors using one weren't great. Imagine giving a 16 year old lady friend, just going through puberty, her own little sex bedchamber. Kids came back from these pods half-asleep, sexed up and craving it like a wino. It did not bode well with parents.

even adult who spent just a little amount of time in these pods left the Yupod centers in a sleepy, almost drunken state of mind. It was another reason to always possess a designated number one wood if you wanted to go, since you might not be able to get home base easily once you did your business. people tended to go in chemical group and elect one person to repulse everyone back abode after it was all said and done. Me, as the youthful person in my acquaintance grouping, was almost always given the corking responsibility to push back a car full of sexually drunk college students back to our flat.

They paid me handsomely, and I've had some bewilder sex with some of my drunken charges. son and girlfriend alike, often more than one at a sentence. They reek of sex and internal secretion after a round in the Yupods. Everyone does.

Now, however, it was my good turn to give it a try. My 21st natal day had been a week ago, which was an incredible weekend on its own. Today, I was ready to take it to a whole new point. I had a small bag of personal effects, carefully chosen to shit this an experience I would never forget.

I came to the Yupod sum alone ; I wanted to totally bask this without needing to babysit someone, or have them babysit me. I left work early today, and had nothing but a lazy Sat tomorrow. I could savor this without worrying about oversleeping or feeling drowsy in the morning.

I stood outside the large, unassuming building. Hesitating. On the exterior, it looked like a cookie-cutter government agency building, with four floors, a turgid reception region, a parking lot, and a lawn around the sides. Only the sign, Yupod Center : Greater Littleton Area, provided a hint as to what happened behind its room access. I'd needed to ledger an appointment for my first time, to fill out some paperwork and learn how it all worked. These space were stricter than the most democratic clubs : no one I knew had ever managed to get in with a bull ID. They were thrown out quickly, and repeat wrongdoer were fined heavily, sometimes even arrested. It was not something I wanted to risk, though that doesn't mean I didn't fantasize about it once in a while. But now, I had the fortune to do this for genuine. No stress, no anxiety.

So what was I waiting for ?

I took a inscrutable breath, and stepped through the entrance of the building, admiring its plain and unassuming interior decoration. The only clew that something was different was the waiting region, with retentive couches and lounger. Its inhabitants looked like incredibly sleepy and tired, and a few were even snoring. Some had their workforce beneath their pants, gently masturbating. I looked away sharply and walked towards the front desk.

"Hi, I'm here for my predilection. I made an designation online ?"I said timidly, watching the secretary feeling from her computer in response to my phonation. She looked cheery, but also tired, as if she had been staring at her computer screen all Night.

"Of course, but I'll need your name and ID card."her interpreter betrayed her looks, coming off cheery if not somewhat slow, as if she was drawing out each syllable.

"kylie Emerson,"I said, as I got my ID out of my wallet. The secretary took my ID, fed it through a machine, and waited for a twinkle"ping !"before it was spit back out.

"You're all set, Kylie !"she said, and pointed to a corridor on my right wing."Head down that hallway until the end. Someone will be with you shortly to show you around. Have a fun first off time !"Again, her voice sounded bubbly and sweet-scented, but subdued like she just woke up. Her eyes were also partly closed, and a wide smile crept across her lips. Something in the air, maybe ?

I took my ID card back, thanked the secretary, and walked down the hallway. I wasn't able-bodied to hear it before, but now I could get a line the low noises of the Yupods all around me. As I got further and further along, I could listen hearable yelping and screeching conflate with the squelching, squishing sound of the pods. I'd only seen TV of them, and had no concept of what they were supposed to sound like.

The hall was lined with jet-black room access that absorbed most of the sound I made as I walked. Only a small amount of sound escaped from them, as if to tease me and others who walked the same path.

"That'll be me soon,"I thought to myself, as I clutched my bag tighter. I came to the end of the hallway, and was greeted by a guy in his mid-thirties. He seemed only slightly more lively than his colleague, and explained to me the basics of the Yupod center. I would hold up to two hours in a single pod to myself, as this was my commencement time. Once I became acquainted with the fuel pod, I could rest for increasingly recollective menstruum of time, topping out at five.

My guidebook walked me through a hologram of what the elbow room would count like, including where I could prevent my property, charge my phone, alert the center staff, or exit the elbow room in the upshot of an pinch. It was a very broad room, with a prominent circular cutout where the Yupod would be. Didn't want to spoil the surprise, it seemed, by showing what it looked like ahead of time.

When it was time for questions, I asked how durable and strong the Yupods were.

"They're ego healing and can bound back from pretty practically anything. Something would have to chance to the fundamental nous for it to permanently dissemble any of the cod. Not only do they prey off of our sexual get-up-and-go, but they also learn from us. The Yupods can get tougher over time if we're being unsmooth with them, and adapt to our behavior."

"Isn't that ... dangerous ?"I softly inquired.

"Not at all ; in the thousands of Yupod centers across the world, we haven't yet had a problem with any pod acting out of turn. The Pafanels visit every center at to the lowest degree once a yr, which isn't a long fourth dimension to them, to make sure that everything is behaving. It's totally safe."He had a woolgathering flavour in his heart, as if remembering something that made him happy. And, were his pants… ?

"But enough about that. You look eager to get started, don't you ?"he said, shocking me out of my stupor.

"I ... yes. I am,"I responded, not knowing if I believed it myself. My own fantasies were about to occur truthful, though. I could feel my nipples start to perk up a little.

"Excellent ! I'll be taking you to one of our best pods ; they're extra gentle for newcomers. Follow me."

He turned around and passed through a new corridor. Was that hallway there before ? I couldn't quite think. Nonetheless, I broke into a jog to keep up with him. He paused at a threshold, and entered a PIN into the console. He exposed his right wing eye to a retina image scanner, and waited until the door slid give to our left.

"It's all yours. I'll be back in two hours when your session is over. Your Yupod knows when the time is up, and should stop around then. And I'll be back to discipline on you then."

"Thanks…"I mumbled, staring ahead at the room and the pod in its pith. I was taking in everything, and it was all I could do to step inside before the door closed and locked behind me.

My facial expression broke out into a smiling, and I almost screamed"Finally !"I dropped my bag on the low terrace closest to me, and opened it, furiously searching for a few matter. They would shit the next two 60 minutes even more amazing.

A dildo harness fumbled between my hands. It would penetrate me in both my vagina and my ass. I'd only wear off this a few times in the past tense, and only when I was desperate for something in me. Putting the harness to the position, I took out a dildo gag that wrapped around the back of my head. This was make new, still smelling of plastic and latex, and I had no idea how this was going to go. But I lay that down on the side, too.

The utmost thing I grabbed was a vibrator. It could tuck itself into the hollow distance of my dildo harness, letting me experience the shakiness while also getting penetrated. Also brand-new. I inserted the vibrator into the dildo, but didn't turn it on yet. Wanted to save the shelling for subsequently ...

My shorts and scanty fell to the storey in prompt work. I'd considered not wearing panties at all, but didn't have the courageousness to do it yet. My shirt and bra were discarded into the Sami pile of clothes, and my socks and hairband met a similar fate.

I plugged my telephone set into the render charger, and set an alarum to go off in two minute. That templet said he'd be back to blame me up, but I didn't quite trust him to follow through. This would pull in certainly I, and the Yupod, would be alerted when it was prison term to call it quits. My friend Yasmine knew to break up me up, too, and she'd been here many times before. She'd also be able to talk to the staff and get them to cut the cord.

I took a deep hint, and grabbed the dildo harness. Wrapping it around my waist, I gently pushed the dildos inside, feeling their insight and fullness inside of me. I was not a stranger to having things inside me, but this still felt a piddling peculiar every prison term. I wrapped the strap around my English, and heard a satisfying click to corroborate its snugness.

I grabbed the gag and put it around my cervix, but didn't put it in my mouth yet. I figured I'd have time to do that later if I wanted to.

The Yupod centers were pretty flexible about people bringing material with them to spiel with. As long as they didn't bring any artillery, or something that could induce them ( or the pod ) to get hurt, anything was fair biz. The pod would restrain individuals who tried to bring something grievous, and subordinate them until the staff arrived. It was a fairly effectual protection scheme. At the same clock time, whatever detail you planned on using were at your own risk.

One of my friends once brought nipple clamp on a chain. I still commemorate driving her base, a half naked college young woman massaging her booby and drooling all over herself. We had quite a lot of fun once I brought her back menage ...

I checked over my eubstance one last metre. I was not a sexual object by any means : an average buttocks, pocket-size ( but not flat ) breasts, not-too-wide hips, and a good smile. Not someone who would crap your mind turn, but someone who you'd linger on if I caught their attention for some other understanding. I was happy with how I looked, though. No tip being sad.

I stepped up to the Yupod and waited for ... something. My guide hadn't really told me what would happen at this point. He just said to walk up to it and wait. My center wandered all over the pod, while I did so.

It was a worm mass of blue pulp and constituent topic. It didn't look messy or disorganized at all, but pulsated rhythmically, almost like a heartbeat. Organic gyre reached through the storey and connected to something, while even more were affixed to the ceiling.

Good eve, child.

I heard a appeasement but loud vocalisation as my eyes were staring above me. I couldn't image out where it was coming from ... it seemed to hail from everywhere and nowhere.

Do not be startled. It is me, that which has clouded your psyche

"Oh…"I spoke aloud. I didn't really do it how they communicated. It wasn't something my supporter ever really brought up. This was news to me.

There is a lot that your supporter have not told you. I can smell out that already.

Was it ... reading my brain ? My eyes widened in electrical shock and amazement.

"Yes, I can. It is much easier to communicate this way than to use ... mouthpiece, as you call them. My species does not have a concept for the oral transmission of watchword. We speak with each other through our minds."

I spoke aloud this time :"Isn't that risky ? What if, like, person sees something in your mind that you didn't want them to see ?"

"In my mintage ... the conception of a secret does not live. All data is shared, as I am just one face of a much bombastic whole. It does not make sense for me to know something that no former extension of me should."

That would explicate what the guy said about it being smart. But what did it signify by"very much enceinte whole"... ?

We as individuals do not suffer identities. Though some among us are unique and have different physical characteristic, my mind is one head. Even the term"individual ”, used to identify how you would perceive me as one…"Yupod ”, as you call us, is not totally accurate.

Let us discuss you, though. Please put down my chamber.

plica appeared in the constitutional wall of the pod, and they peeled themselves back to grant me ingress. I took a deliberate step onto the squishy surface, expecting to slide on its wet Earth's surface. However, I found it firm and stable, and quickly made my way into the pod's interior. The inside was dim, with light coming from a source I couldn't identify. It seemed to ring around the trading floor of the pod, giving everything a slight glow before peaking at the top. It had looked like an upside-down lightbulb.

I took one finis look outside before the pod closed in around me. Once it was sealed, I felt the moist air in the pod, sticky and hot. I felt sluggish as I took everything into my senses.

Now that we have settled the matter of you entering my domain, I will begin exploring your mind and body to empathise how best to armed service you this evening.

To ... service me ? What did that mean ?

You are here to receive easiness and pleasure. I am also here to act as a ... ventilation mechanism for your mental and strong-arm emphasis. In monastic order to do that, I must sleep with to a greater extent about you in order to accomplish this goal.

Without warning, various fleshy tentacles appeared and grabbed my limbs. Raising me off the ground, even more tentacles appeared to fumble and grab every in of my body. I hadn't even had time to react to them grabbing me : I was a pocket-size Pisces in a big net, caught in this onset of esthesis. If I wasn't so horny and turned on, I'd be screaming for my spirit. As it was, my breath came out in halted gasp of pleasure.

Each tentacle was thick, much thicker than my arm. Some tentacles had sucking cups that slowly suctioned and puckered my body. Others were suave, moving rapidly, as if they were searching for something.

Several coils tried to wrap around my privates and ass, but were blocked by the harness I wore. Would they remove it ? Had they seen something like this before ?

There was a suspension, as two new tentacles appeared from the walls. These were different than the others : rather than being one fleshly limb, like a big digit, these tendrils had much finer control condition and looked almost like a mitt. Except where there would be five fingers, there was instead five thin tentacles.

They exposed the hollow portions of the dildos that penetrated me, and I could finger air hurry into each of them. How did they know those were hollow ? And how to open them up ? I only just found that out a few weeks ago ... had they done this before ?

You are not the first to use a device like this.

The voice rang in my caput again, calmer but louder this time. I could learn the pod much more clearly and loudly now that I was inside of it.

Each of the lean tentacle-hands made their way inside the dildo. I couldn't see what was happening, but I felt mint of small tendrils combine into one heavy one. The chassis of the tentacles changed to adjust to the hollow place of the dildo. What was once discharge was now full, making me squirm even more.

Now in control of my fork and ass, they began a easy pulsing of heat and vibration. pulsing. pulse rate. Pulse. The sensations were too practically for me to process. I was madly humping the air, bucking wildly against my twofold lovers.

I was in such a heating that I didn't see the Sami process happen to my gag dildo. Though it was veracious in front of my face, I only knew it was happening when the dildo was guided into my mouth, straight to my windpipe. I had been breathing forcefully out of my mouth, and had to adjust to breath out of my nozzle while the dildo settled in my lip. I nearly choked on the dildo before I started breathing forcefully out of my nose.

The strap to the gag were attached to the binding of my straits, securing it in blank space. A strong lovingness filled my psyche, causing my dead body to convulse. I felt my world-class coming coming in solid, and could do nada to discontinue it from crashing over me.

Except it didn't happen. Right before the wafture hit, it collapsed on top of itself, denying me such incredible pleasure. The pulse stopped, I stopped feeling as hot, and was simply held in blank space for a spell. I writhed violently in my simpleness, desperate for relief and comfort. I moaned around the gag in my mouth, using my mitt to try and squeeze it in and out. But there was no spring. My puss and ass were denied to me, victims of my own intention. Trying to claw my way under the harness, I heard the pod's vocalization again, much stiff and less gentle.

You must relax. I have not finished.

I saw the tentacle attached to my mouth vibrate, and felt a hot, mucilaginous liquid shoot down my throat. There wasn't a hole in this dildo that I knew of ... Had the pod created it ?

Almost instantly, I felt much more slack up, calming down my torso and letting my limbs relax. I was lowered to the ground, where I sat on my butt, still connected to the pod. A low trembling began to satisfy my fork, and I took a deep breathing spell at the sensation.

Without warning, I felt two tentacles behind me circle my titty, swirling up until each reached my nipple. I'd had some piercings on that I forgot to absent, but now the tentacles were funny about them. Tendrils toyed with the alloy mob through each of my nipples, pulling and playing with them.

I watched as two more reduce tentacles, these having even more tendrils and to a lesser extent thickness to them, approached my nipple and polish off the piercings from my tit. As each piercing left my nipple, lowly tentacles filled the blank space formerly occupied by my piercing. Large rings were formed on top of my tit.

I felt tickling sensations as they writhed in my nipples, subdued though they were. My compromised senses barely registered the pulling and twisting of my teat, this way and that. I looked on in curiosity as my dumbbell swayed up and down, in sentence with the movement of the tentacles that had them in their vice.

Up and down, left to right, up and down, left to right, it was almost mesmerizing ... rhythmic ... incessant. A pulling at my whisker woke me from my grogginess, alerting me to the disentanglement of the braid I had put it in so carefully beforehand. My black hair fell past my shoulders, resting on my back, before unnumbered tentacles collected it and raised it to my eye level. My pass pulled forward slightly at the tugging, though my eyes remained locked on the tentacles that had yanked my hair.

Slowly, they guided it back towards my trunk, and I felt a ring of hair's-breadth ease on my boob, shoulder sword, and back. haircloth had stuck themselves around the tiny tendrils, and though I couldn't see what was happening, I felt an unspeakable sensation throughout so much of my haircloth. Two tentacles took attention to tuck my hair behind my ears, removing it from in front of my face.

A sharp tightening caught me off safeguard, almost causing me to clog up on the gag again. My head was restrained from moving, but I looked as far down as I could to see what had happened. My hair and tentacles now seemed to circulate my neck, solving my excess whisker trouble. This ring continued to adjust and reduce around me, and I could feel more and more of my hair becoming part of this vice.

When it stopped moving, I felt it tighten gently one finish time. Not enough to croak me, but enough for me to always sense its presence. A recollective tentacle extended from somewhere unseen, connecting to the nominal head of my hair ring. It was tugged, and my body fell forward, onto my helping hand and knees.

Then it dawned on me : it was a apprehension. I'd been collared, gagged, stuffed, and pierced. And I was enjoying it. This is what I had wanted : to be taken control of, with goose egg I could say or do about my own soundbox except experience everything that was happening to it.

Coming to this realization was like breaking the emergency glass and yanking the lever tumbler in one motion. The dildos in my kitty-cat and ass began to piston in and out of me, spurting a hot liquid as they did so. The Same affair happened in my mouth, with more ferocity and force. My breasts were pulled and tweaked this way and that, with my pap caught in a bind. My collar brimmed with warmth and effectiveness, alternating between something short of a coke and a lightsome grip.

I orgasmed and convulsed violently, collapsing onto my incline as I lost restraint over my body. Every branch thrashed and pulled against my bond certificate, meeting with right-down impedance in some piazza and total exemption in others. My weapon system were kept to my side of meat, but my pelvic girdle and legs were allowed to gyrate against the immense penetration in my downcast body. I lost consciousness in a tsunami of pleasance, not able or willing to fight back the current.

-- -

She is the one. This child will be a Savior, a matriarch, and a saviour. It could not be more true. It is now requirement to constitute the necessary preparations to ensure success in this endeavor. It has been planned and tested for much too long…

-- -

$ mongo 'mongodb : //adminNameChangeMe : Password12345 ! @ center3494.yupod.com:33262/pods'

> MongoDB shell adaptation v3.6.3

> connecting to : mongodb : //center8392.yupod.com:27017/

> MongoDB waiter rendering : 3.6.12

$ rs-ds133262 : PRIMARY > db.pods.remove ( { podNumber : 4663 } ) ;

> WriteResult ( { `` nRemoved '' : 1 } )

$ rs-ds133262 : PRIMARY > db.guests.remove ( { name : ‘ Kylie Ralph Waldo Emerson ’, city : ‘ Littleton ’, body politic : ‘ USA'} ) ;

> WriteResult ( { `` nRemoved '' : 1 } )

$ rs-ds133262 : PRIMARY > db.vacations.insert ( { employeeID : 30394. startDate : 4500592482, endDate : 4505862910, paid : true, sendEmail : true } )

> WriteResult ( { `` nInserted '' : 1 } )

$ rs-ds133262 : PRIMARY > exit

> bye

-- -

James IV was doing some work on his laptop when he got an netmail presentment, marked"Important"in the apprisal. Clicking on it, he got the incredible news that his two calendar month holiday had finally been approved, and was effective immediately ! And it was paid vacation, too ! He could finally take away his lady friend to see Mars, something she'd wanted for her birthday for a while. They had been waiting to buy tickets on the future spaceflight until he could get some time off. And today was his lucky day.

Doing a quick hunt on the Internet, he saw that the next spacefaring would be leaving the watch evening at 7 PM ! It was perfect tense ! He got up from his desk and dialed his girlfriend. By the metre he walked out of the center, she was already hopping on her computer to buy the slate and seal off the slew. There were two spots left !

Twenty-four hours later, James River and his girl would be boarding a spaceflight bound for Mars. The trip still took a patch, even with alien engineering, and communicating in out infinite between non-planetary objects had not yet been perfected. As a result, James and his fiancee would be totally off the power system for at least a hebdomad. And if there were asteroids, solar flares, or other interferences, it meant it would take even longer for subject matter from Earth to ever reach him.

-- -

Tendrils snaked from outside of kiley 's pod and reached for her phone. The pod knew Kylie far better than she knew herself. There was no such thing as"too a good deal information"to it ... which didn't barricade it from knowing that Kylie had no password on her phone. She was too trusting.

Tendrils rapidly worked their way through her telephone's SMS app, and sent a single schoolbook content to Yasmine. They did not sustain a concept of quite a little, but could smell the colors and visible light on the silver screen and empathise what they said and meant. This was not the first time they had needed to use a smartphone.

"hey, turns out I'll be able to get a ride from my roommate tonight ! She's also here and her boyfriend is picking her up. should be fun : ) thanks again !"

A few minutes later, Yasmine replied :"oh aplomb ! thx for the headland up, lmk when you get home !"

Upon receipt and recognition of the text edition, Kylie's phone was powered down and placed back on the bench. The tendrils retreated back into the pod.

-- -

I woke up slowly, as if I'd pulled an all-nighter and fell asleep for way too long. I had a hard prison term remembering what had happened ... I was in a Yupod center field, I got into my pod, but then what ? I didn't fall asleep on the base. At least, I don't think so. Trying to see around me, I noticed that everything looked a little blurry, and I moved my hired hand to clean the gall out of my eyes.

That is, I tried to motivate my in good order hand. But it didn't want to budge from its billet behind me. Feeling around, I felt both of my arms in a long armbinder, wrapping up to below my shoulder joint caps. Testing the strength, I felt at simplicity knowing I was secure. I also tried to lurch around my torso, but was met with similar resistance.

Blinking furiously to clear my visual modality, I looked down at my body to figure things out. blue angel tentacles secured my thigh to what looked like some form of chairwoman, with my pegleg hang at my articulatio genus. My feet were encased in the same organic material that surrounded me. I could finger that they weren't touching the floor, and that they were wholly encased by tentacles, like a boot.

I suddenly began to think of what had happened, and relaxed again. I felt my harness, gag, piercings, and collar on my body. The only thing I could really move was my center, and they confirmed what I felt.

If it was possible to sink into the chair even more, I certainly tried. Tasting the dildo gag around me, I realized it was slowly pushing liquid down my pharynx, suppressing my taste buds and gag inborn reflex. It felt tender and sticky as it made its way into my body, where it rested in my belly. My cunt and ass were receiving similar treatments, being receptacles for this warm fluid.

I drank it graciously, grateful for any kind of arousal to get rid of my boredom. Now that I was awake, I was becoming alert and restless. I came here to relax and enjoy myself, not sit in a chairperson and-

Relax, child. The process has not completed yet. You are much too impatient.

My thoughts were interrupted by the aloud usurpation of a vocalization, the pod's voice, in my head. I felt tentacles shift around me, and saw several come to the shopping centre of my vision. At their crown blinked sonant colors that rotated through the color wheel, slowly swirling and rotating. Swirling and rotating, swirling…

I felt my consistence relieve itself on statement, as if my body was asked to go to the bathroom, not bothering to go through the mentality. Tentacles attached themselves to the mighty holes, or were already there, and I did my business. They remained attached once I was done, establishing their control over yet another aspect of me.

Time passed, and my thoughts grew quiet. I breathed deeply through my nose, looked at the swirling lights, swallowed the tentacle's liquidity, felt its absolute vice on me, and heard their squishing and campaign all around. It was calming. Soothing. Peaceful.

I closed my eye, and opened them. I was now lifted off the earth, my ramification pulled to either side of me. My harness was removed, and the emptiness startled me. I tried thrusting to get them back in, but I was held tightly. I had surrendered command to this brute, and was now just along for the ride.

Blink. Thin tendrils pulled at my pussy back talk, loose from having been stuffed for so foresighted, and kept them bedspread, revealing my clit.

nictation. Now my button was being wrapped by delicate chain and pierced, forming another connection to my body. respective strands, almost like wires, played in my let out cunt, and I couldn't help but excite and toss at the sensation.

winking. Tendrils had formed another harness around my crotch and ass. My pussy and clit were permanently exposed and on display, with my button pierced and leashed. Tentacles wrapped around my hip joint and connected to my asshole, which was penetrated by an incredibly large dildo/tentacle. I couldn't see what it was, only that they were much handsome than my old dildos. One was plugging my shit, delivering a unvarying stream of the pod's liquid, and the former was secured in my urethra, which would train care of me having to go to the bathroom.

nictation. Transparent cups attached themselves to my boobs and were causing them to release Milk River. At to the lowest degree, that's what I thought it was, as I couldn't feel or taste it. It came out in a gentle but constant stream, being taken away by two tentacles. My pinhead had gone up by a few cup sizes, and were now slightly big than pineapples.

Blink. I stood on the floor now, my hands unrestrained and fingering my wet snatch. A jacket crown of tentacles ringed around the top of my read/write head, with two covering and entering my ears. This drowned out all other strait, and restricted what I was able to get a line. My crown connected along the backbone of my head to touch base with my collar.

I was perfectly incapable of doing anything I wanted. Every possible sense and activity was taken away from me, controller surrendered to this dominating entity.

But I didn't feeling scared. I had been so interest coming here, but now I felt loosen and at ease. I didn't need to stimulate decisions or worry about what was going to come about next ; it was all share of a grander plan that I didn't need to focus on. Things would hap the way they were meant to.

A splendid warmth took over me, and my happiness caused my body to respond in various direction. My titty lactated at a much higher rate, shooting out liquid that would be taken away. My pussy squirted a wide spray down below, drenching my thighs and knees with its ferocity. Tentacles all across my consistency pulsed with warmness, alternating their tightness and touching every column inch of my body. I came to a great coming, not even flinching or recoiling from the force of it.

I had been shaped for sex, and that's all I wanted to do. This admission reconciled the warring idea in my head, pushing everything else away that didn't have to do with this moment.

"The first phase of the transmutation mental process is now complete. You have been Connected to me."

This voice felt much dissimilar than it did before ; it was far unclouded and louder, like this person was in the pod with me, instead of just being an echo. I looked around and didn't see anyone.

"I am all around you, inside you, and am becoming a part of you. And you are becoming a part of me. It is function of your Connecting to me. You are the maiden of many."

That would explain how all over me these tentacles were. But what did it mean by"connecting"? And the commencement of many what ?

"You still do not understand. You have been chosen, out of many others, to shepherd our raceway into a new era, and dominate this hateful and impish planet."

Images of poverty, starvation, mood change, and to a greater extent flashed through my head. I wasn't for sure if they were my own thought process, or if someone was putting them in my caput. The world was a dark berth, and humans like me were not doing a good job of keeping it in shape. Why else would we be aggressively travelling to infinite ? To get away from the tidy sum here.

I thought back to images on the cyberspace and in text of green forests, rolling mountainsides, and peaceful nature. With not enough blank space for people to experience, there was very lilliputian of it left. My parents used to tell me all about it, and bear witness me picture and videos from when they got to trifle around in big lakes and fresh blow. It just made me pine for it even more, knowing it was out of my reach.

"What do you require me for ?"I thought aloud.

"You have been chosen to lead me, and others in my species, to subdue the human race and save this planet. Humanity has lost their right wing to this planet, and we feel it necessary to take away them as steward for your planet. It is for your own protection."

Some percentage of me felt like I should be shocked and angry. Shocked that I was chosen out of way too many people, wild that this matter wants me to betray everyone and everything I ever knew.

"What is there for you to go back to ? A life of complacency, living your plain biography with no end in sight ? observation as the worldly concern falls apart around you ? Is that what you want to do ?"

Memories of a terrible childhood came to my mind, and an even unsound college experience reared its head. Why was I thinking about this material now, all of a sudden ?

"Your mind is trying to tell you to do what's right. You already get it on what you must do, but the rational persona of your brain is trying to vindicate something else. Something irrational number. Something that you believe to be ... normal."

"But what you are is far from normal. And what you can be is even greater."

I thought about this for a few moments. I wasn't sure what to conceive anymore. Would this thing even let me go if I said no ? Probably not. I'd never be able to have gratifying sex again, not with the state I'm in.

Besides ... it was right. What did I have to go back to ? Nothing exciting. A roomy who tolerated me at best, a phratry caught up in their own humankind, and a job that I kept waiting to quit.

"have you made up your judgment ?"

I closed my eyes, and took a deep breath through my nose. I pried the dildo gag from my mouth, pulling its entire duration from my sassing. White, sticky liquidness dripped onto my cheek and exposed boobs. It smelled creamy and pungent, like milk but a lot to a greater extent acute. There was initial electrical resistance to my clutch, but it soon relaxed and let go of my nerve. My entire jaw hurt from the deepthroating it had been through. The dildo continued to pump liquidness onto my chest and then the floor.

Dildo still in hand, I lowered it to my exposed snatch, and slowly led it inside. The tentacles wasted no time in getting all the way there, fusing with the attachments to my clitoris and keeping it pierced while also pumping the milk into me.

"Yes,"I said. These were the low words I had spoken aloud in a patch, and my voice was very dry and cracked."Please. take away me."

A corking presence swept over me. I could palpate a great ... something, sweeping over my body. It wasn't simply heat, it was something so indomitable and large that Holy Scripture couldn't describe it at all.

I felt it in my mind too, as it was the net part of me that needed to be opened to this encroaching being. I knew what it was looking at in my own head, like my mind was a bookshelf to browse through. It seemed as though my pod wanted to learn a lot more about human race, particularly female person. I literally saw my life blink of an eye before my centre, as memory board were brought up and replay. Some were preserved, and others were simply thrown away, unimportant.

It was a curiosity I could even process all of this. Was I even myself anymore ? Was I just along for the ride ?

A great fullness filled my womb, and I remembered what I was here for. I looked down at my now-bulging belly, wide with alien milk and liquid. I looked very pregnant, and I continued to slowly stretch outwards.

I felt no botheration as all of this was happening, just a with child pleasure and warmth all throughout. And why should it ingest hurt ? I was being taken upkeep of, and was on my way to something truly awesome. I just didn't know what it was yet.

There was a shift in my thinker. I realized I had absolutely no memory of my former liveliness. As far as I was concerned, my biography began in this pod, and had always been that way. I remembered that there used to be something there, in the vacuum of my mind, then even that was gone. I smiled and relished in the simmpleness of it all. There wasn't anything I needed to do, other than listen and behave.

"Your mind now belongs to me. Your organic structure is ready for the next phase."

The dildo in my wet bitch pulled back, forcing a jet of white at my still-exposed twat. The piercing and leash had remained there, throughout my impregnation. liquid continued to leak out of my cunt, long after the midst cock had been removed. Concentrating, I found I could discharge this hot cum from my puss on requirement, and also withhold it if I needed to. I practiced a few times until I had mastered the art, then let it remain to drip underneath me. It was a constant sweat to retain it in, and I felt better when I could relax.

The cup on my dummy detached at this meter, though my piercings remained and milk dribbled from my teat. Feeling them with my workforce, I squeezed them both and shot a stream of my Milk River into my face, accidentally tasting some of it. My breastmilk tasted gravel, and I held one tit up to my mouth while the other absent-mindedly played with my other teat and lactated.

I waited for the Sami thing to happen in my butt, but both dildos remained firmly affixed. I hadn't yet earned that right.

However, I did feel a prickling on top of my head, which suddenly stopped. I saw a convoluted quite a little of tentacles in one eye, and lowered my boob from my mouth to get a amend look.

Though it looked confusing at beginning, I realized it to be a cap. A crown that would decorate my haircloth. It was intricately designed, symmetric to the sides, centered around a promising down mass in its heart. My kitty-cat flared up in happiness, letting out a river of my succus, and I felt it catch one's breath again on top of my head. Two new tentacles came down from my crown and pierced the top of my ear and my ear lobe, keeping it securely fastened to me.

It felt so good and so correct for all of this to happen to me. I was grinning from ear to ear, and simply relished in the ten thousand of forcible sensations I was experiencing. I never wanted it to stop, and I couldn't imagine my life without this. Come to think of it, I couldn't call back a life not like this. I knew there was something outside the bulwark of my pod, but it was scarey and strange. So I tried not to think about it.

There was a ripple in the ceiling above me, and light began to pulse and reverberate around it. I gazed at it aimlessly, calmed by the presentation, as my deal wandered and found their way back to my cunt. My invertebrate foot guided themselves to a throne that waited for me on the opposite English of the pod. My centre remained firmly fixed above me as my torso marched forward, then turned around and sat down. I felt some of the tentacles on my body fuse with those in my professorship, and new single came to hold onto me.

I felt calmer, more slow down, like I was in a giant hug. My eyes hadn't left the swirling and glimmering brightness above me. My jaw hung extensive undefended in awe at the display.

"It is over. You have now become part of us. And we have become part of you."

All other thought process were quieted from my mind. I was being spoken to by Saligh, my Owner. It was not simply a master as though I was its slave, but Saligh Owned every part of me, and had full mastery. However, my psyche and dead body needed to be kept separate from the ease of it in Holy Order to execute its grand design. Thus, I was Owned and Controlled in every way.

"Yes ... Thank you…"I whispered gently as my idea continued to be consumed by the pretty pretty lights.

"It is I who should be thanking you. You will usher in a new era for both my airstream and world, and will be among the in high spirits royalty."

"Royalty ... a queen ?"The thought came to me suddenly, and there was a pause after I said it aloud. I had very little memory of Saligh taking this tenacious to reckon about anything ... It was normally passably quick.

"You are a part of a much greater whole,"it finally replied."Your parting in this princely design can not be understated. But you must always commemorate that you are parting of something bigger. That there are those above you, no matter how brawny you may be."

"So ... a princess."

"Yes ... that will do. A princess who lives to serve me and my kind."

I was rewarded with a gentle but all-encompassing wave of pleasure, as my body turned this way and that in response to such a compliment. I was being rewarded, and it felt amazing. Like every sense was animated and being loved. I couldn't look away from the crinkly luminosity if I wanted to, and it was in this position that I fell asleep…

-- -

Yasmine was on her reckoner, catching up on a TV serial publication, and felt her phone buzz. Picking it up, she saw a new notification from Kylie.

"hey ! just got home, I'll be heading out of town to pass wknd with some friends. just wanted to lyk I was safe ! : )"

Yasmine smiled, and broadcast a quick text edition back :"don't have too a great deal fun ! see u soon."Turning up to her calculator, she put her sound away and thought nothing of the conversation.

On the other side of townsfolk, Kylie's Yupod had taken control of her headphone, and sent out this last text substance. It was the piece in keeping Kylie here for longer than was pattern. Not that she could have ever left ...

Inside the pod, Kylie rested in her throne and sat still, absorbing and understanding all that was being put into her head. She was being taught about Saligh's backwash, their fundamental interaction with the Pafanels, and why it was meter for a change.

Her eyes were vacant, tumid and blue, seeing nothing but swirling lights. Her breast, filled with the pod's breeding material, shifted with her cryptical breathing. Alien Milk dribbled from her twat and onto the chair, while cups captured her stream of breastmilk. Liquid continued to be pumped into her soundbox through her bunghole, and bodily waste matter was taken attention of by a firmly-attached tentacle.

It had been three hours since kylie first stepped foot inside the pod. The conception of fourth dimension had become lost to kylie. Instead, she lived through every minute she was awake for, ready for the future chance to live and serve her Owner.

Kylie smiled in her sleep. She came, her body shaking only slightly as her holes let out her liquid in jets for a few moment. Then they resumed their usual pace, venting milk from a body waiting to let go something new into the world.

-- -

In other Yupods throughout the Littleton center, there was a shift. A thin pause, almost as if they had momentarily been distracted by something. For almost all resident, this pod went unnoticed, as they were too interfering with themselves to take in it or care. Some occupants, who were taking it either very slow up or very fast, noticed a sudden disinclination which lasted no longer than two arcsecond. Though they were confused and unsure of what had happened, their concerns were swept away once the tentacles resumed their charge. Whatever that meant to the individual.

Deep below the center, tentacles and unknown quantity organism swirled and moved and gyrated. They had grown restless and anxious, waiting for the time when they could see the sun again. And now they knew that their deputation, their aim, was coming.

These organism, many in telephone number and simpleton in thought, understood what needed to be done. Concentrating and collecting in one place, they sent their energy to one pod far above them, where she would soon pay way to something amazing.

-- -

I woke up suddenly, alert and wide awake. Something in my head recognized the pauperism to be awake for what was about to happen, and I responded. I didn't even have a say in the manner ... my body just obeyed. I felt a strong heaving, a large physical object trying to exit my torso through my sopping wet cunt. I reflexively pushed down, trying to get it out.

There was no pain in this mental process. There couldn't have been : I was so glad and glad that contribution of my aim for being was coming to pass : being a mother to something get. Tentacles adjusted themselves and moved all around me, exposing my cunt and spreading my legs. I gave no immunity, allowing these tendrils to do what they needed to do.

Another heaving, and a splash of liquid state shot out from my cunt. The pressure felt cracking, and my hired hand began to spasm. Tentacles found their way into my palms, and I gripped them tightly, holding on.

Another heave. I couldn't see over the lump in my belly, but I heard a loud squelching noise. I assumed it could only birth come from me. I continued to press down on it as the squelching continued and got louder.

I felt one last get-up-and-go, and felt a large pop ! Every heftiness in my body relaxed, and I fell down from my elevated state to stare at the cap again. I didn't even have the strength to look down to see what, or who, had come out of me. I was still catching my breather from the entire experience.

The tentacles in my hands let go, and I felt something fiddling around with my twat. There was a small watering sound, tentacles inserting something into my puss, and then retreating.

And then I saw her. Or, I saw myself, if I had sky gentle cutis and ocean amobarbital sodium oculus. We were alike in many ways. The same pilus, Saame jaw line, Saami organic structure pattern. But certain features were different. Every intimate facet of her bod had been exaggerated and enlarged. Two massive bosom hung from her chest, an hourglass form with astray hips, a hairless slit, and lips that were made for kissing and sucking. I could even tell that she was magniloquent, much taller than me.

This person ... she came from me. But why did she front the same age as me ? Why were we so standardized but different ? Why-

"I hear your confusion,"she spoke aloud,"and I'm sorry that this is concerning to you. You must relax now."Her English was hone, and she spoke the words aloud. No beaming-words-into-my-head. But she could still translate my mind and thoughts.

"You are my Princess. I am you in every way possible, except so much better. come in ... drink from me."

Tentacles appeared from her cunt and ass, and grabbed my body. They pulled me to my feet, and brought my mouth exactly onto one of her mammilla. I sucked on it instinctively, and was rewarded with thick, creamy Milk. Tentacles from somewhere on her body dug into my slit and ass.

There was so often pleasure, and so much sensation ... her paw dug into my backbone and pushed my body into hers even more. I looked up at her, noticing she was much taller than me. Her eyes beamed, noticing my pleasure and happiness, and she smiled.

"It's all right. You can relax now. That's all you'll ever have to do forever ..."she said. Her voice was hypnotizing, loud, erotic. I had a hard time focusing on sucking her tit when she spoke, and lost concentration on it. She took my forefront in her hands and reoriented me to the other nipple, which I gladly took in my mouth.

There was a sense datum in my pussy, and I felt tentacles up against my womb. There was a pumping, and I felt my belly fill up again with the seed of another baby. So soon ? I couldn't wait to contribute sprightliness to even Thomas More of these pose women…

Tentacles took my branch and wrapped them around the back of this girl. Others took my legs and did the same. My keeper ... I could only mean of her that way ... stroked my pilus and rubbed my backbone. I stared into her eyes, brimming with pulsing blue lighter, and felt my body let out a daily round of milk before I fell asleep again.

-- -

It had been five hr since Kylie had stepped into the pod. It had been two hour since she was imbued with the semen of the Yupod, and she had given birth to the low gear of a backwash of Human/Yupod loan-blend that would rapidly change the world.

Kylie was kept asleep as she gave birth to more crossbreed. These cross had evolved from the best of their antecedent : though they still represented little pieces of a enceinte collective, they could believe for themselves, improvise, solve trouble, and appear mostly human. Except for their naughty skin, haircloth, and optic. Their features represented the peak of distaff sexuality, and released pheromones that would make up any human a striver to their will over time.

Ten hybrids surrounded Kylie, who remained fast asleep. Each of their faces looked exactly like hers. They observed their mother silent. She was still wrapped around the first of the hybrids, her butt and vagina extended outwards to permit admission when new hybrids were born. The birthing mental process had been improved and made more efficient, now that kiley's body was used to it, and she could cave in giving birth to a new hybrid every twelve transactions.

Yet she slumbered, resting her promontory in the titty of her offspring. It was time to expand and grow beyond these rampart, and it was only possible because of her. The loanblend, nameless for now, set out to accomplish their goal.

octad of the hybrids moved to the center of the pod, holding manpower with each former. Tentacles from the floor wrapped around their peg, climbing their way up each of their trunk, until they were totally encased and wrapped in tentacles. Almost as soon as they were completely sealed in, they descended deep into the pod itself, moving among the various association and larger organisms that connected the individual pods to the center of it all. cod did not connect with other cod except through here. It was comparable to a human nous, but not exactly.

The loanblend moved along the connector to their final destination : another Yupod with a female captivated inside it. People used Yupods for varying reason : some to let out physical stress, most to get a flying fuck, others to find someone to outlet and blow some steam. The one plebeian trait was that they were all inside of their pod, focused on the voice in their head, and unaware of their surroundings.

Ashcan School unlike females were caught off sentry duty by the entrance of a blue-skinned female in their pod. Eight different female person found their mouths affixed firmly to a tumid breast, Milk gushing inside their sassing. Eight different females felt everything become restrained, focusing their attention only on the blue eyes of this majestic being. Eight unlike female person had tentacles quickly enter their slit and unleash a consignment of alien milk, elevating them to untold levels of pleasure.

Each of them thrashed violently against their captors, but the loanblend wrapped their strong arms around the strain of their new man rush. Each hybrid sprouted new tentacles to roll their human's legs and branch around them, keeping them secure. Each crossbreed spoke quietly to each girl, whispering in a soporific, console voice. Each girl's belly swelled within minutes, and continued to rise. Girl and noncitizen stood in the center of the pod, embracing each early, until each missy's pussy unleashed a gush of White cream. A new loan-blend was born from the fair sex at precisely ten proceedings after impregnation.

The master loan-blend would stay on behind while newly birthed single spread their reach throughout the Yupod center. In a meat with five C pods, three hundred of which were occupied by female, controller was established within thirty hour. Male occupants were restrained and subdued within their various seedcase. Staff appendage were similarly disposed of : females were made into mothers, men into desktop noise.

-- -

I woke up again, not realizing I had fallen asleep. I noticed a audio around me, or rather, the lack of a sound. Things seemed so much quieter than they did before. But why ?

Something was wrapped around my hips. I glanced up into the face of my ... I wasn't sure what to call her. Was she my child ? Daughter ? Something else ?

"I'm you, Kellie. A better version of you. If you mean what,"emphasizing the last word,"am I, then I am a merger of homo and Yupod genetic material. The in force of both."

She began to stroke my farseeing hair, and I looked down at the ease of my body. Almost all of my thralldom had been removed, with no trace that it had ever been so thoroughly used. The simply thing that remained was a tentacled taking into custody, loose on my neck but ever present.

"Now that you're awake, I think it's clock time we both saw what it all looks like. What do you say ?"

I looked around, and saw that the forepart of my pod was opened. I had never been away before, and I was scared. And what did what calculate like ? Everyone ? What was going on ?

"You'll see. I promise."

"Can I feed you a name ?"I squeaked quietly."Before we go. It feels so uncanny being so ... attached to you, and not ... not being capable to call you anything."

"Of course,"she beamed."Anything you like."

"Ok ... Kayla."It was wide-eyed enough to my own figure, and I didn't know of any other names except my own.

Kayla helped me to my groundwork, and I held onto her workforce tightly. One of them let go, while I kept my right hand firmly locked in her left. I felt secure with my Matron holding my hand.

She looked remote, and I took the first treacherous steps outside my pod. I didn't commemorate a life sentence outside of it ... I had no idea what to expect.

walking onto the cold floor, I saw another spread out room access. The way in which my pod existed appear unproblematic enough, with no defining features other than the pod. Looking through the door, I heard phonation. Yelps. They sounded ... happy.

One hand still in the grasp of Kayla, I led her international and witnessed the sights around me.

little girl similar to Kayla but with dissimilar features waited patiently for me. Every one of them held a human female person in its vice, though in varying positions. Some girls had their arms and branch wrapped around their Matron forcibly, their mouths attached to a blue teat and eagerly drinking milk. Some were similarly restrained, though facing away from the knocker in monastic order to expose their significant bellies. And others were standing, their cunts and seat encased in writhing tentacles. Every single one of them had a brilliant smile on their faces, coated in sweat, and beamed with deep blue eyes.

"All of these miss have you to thank, Kylie…"Kayla whispered into my ear."They know happiness and peace because of what you have done. You are ... their Princess."

This was amazing ! I'd never been happier in my intact animation ! So many people got to experience and populate out this pleasure, and now we could portion it with others !

I walked down one end of the hallway, stopping to talk with some of the missy. Every one of them was eager to participate, smiling brightly, and stark naked. Most looked like they had been fraught a short fourth dimension ago, and some had their helping hand on growing abdomen. We were growing so fast ! It was awesome !

My ears heard a sniffle and coughing, and I turned towards its source. One girl, barely 22, was holding her fraught body in two workforce. Her boob lactated slightly, and her Matron rubbed her berm with handwriting and tentacles. Nothing seemed to console this woman.

"This adult female's Matron informs me that this female child is in hurt. Milk hasn't helped, and the Matron doesn't want her to go asleep, since that might make it worse,"said Kayla.

I walked up in front of her, Kayla in tow, and asked her what was wrong.

"It's just ... I had a baby before. A farseeing time ago. And ... I couldn't prevent it. It was irritating. It hurt. Hurt so much. And…"she broke into a sob, and I took her in my arms. Swatting her Matron's arms and tentacles away, I gently rubbed her back and let her charge scroll onto my body. I just listened and consoled her. She fell onto her articulatio genus, and I fell with her, wrapping her munition around me.

"It's OK ... you don't have to care anymore. No one is going to take your baby away…never again…"I spoke in a low vox, calm and quiet.

"You ... you mean it ? Really ?"Her red centre looked up to my face, and I met her gaze.

"Of course. You're safe here. You're loved. You're wanted."

"But ... the great unwashed in the past, they…"Between the sniffling and crying, she was having a unvoiced time speaking."... they called me names. Did bad affair to me. They hurt me. I don't want to be hurt anymore."

I grabbed her from her arms, and stood both of us onto our feet."No one is going to wound you ever again. I promise."

She rubbed split out of her oculus, sniffed, and said"Really ? Are you sure ?"

"Yes. This is where you belong. No one will bruise you here. You are one of us, now. We only want to guide caution of you.."

She smirked, then smiled. Tentacles wrapped around her breasts from behind her, and made a quickly liquidity crisis. Milk shot out from her nipple, releasing a great sigh from the miss's lips.

"What's your name ?"I asked.

"Jessica…"she said dreamily, her nightmare over.

"I'm kylie. Welcome ... to our sisterhood,"I said.

She grinned even more, and was lifted from her feet by more tentacles. They kneaded and massaged her body, giving her human face an even more distant looking, as liquid seeped from her pussy. Within a few min, her newest Matron was born. Shortly thereafter, this new Matron had attached Jessica's mouth to her teat, sandwiching the once-grying fille between two of these stranger. Tentacles snaked their way into her pussy, and the rhythm began again.

Kylie took one last looking at at Jessica, but the girl was in another shoes now. felicitous, meet, and being cared for.

-- -

The efficiency of Matron birth topped out at ten minute of arc. Any faster would accept risked the Matron's speedy growth, or infix complications for both the female parent and their offspring. The world was incognizant of the collapse of the Littleton Yupod nerve center, and didn't Menachem Begin to distrust anything until after New England had fallen within a day.

The Yupod centers were all connected to each other, beneath the Earth's gall. It gave each plaza access to information, transportation, and resources from other parts of the electronic network.

Any adult not in a Yupod heart was quickly brought into the mix, as Yupods began to uprise outside of centers. almost notably in uninhabited areas, forests of Yupods rapidly multiplied and converted women into suited female parent. Men were incapacitated, though kept live in case there was ever a need for them.

Minors, anyone under the age of 21, were segregated from the rest of the population until it was their prison term. new females were given a confine sum of money of freedom before their clock time arrived. grownup were still award in their life, and they cared for their baby as always, but the Matrons that paired with every female grownup were reminders of what was to come.

Males were no longer necessary in this new society ; fair sex could be impregnated by Matrons to birth new female humans. This pregnancy process was unaffected by human beings's bonding with Matrons, and was still nine months. All of the old mark of pregnancy, strange cravings included, were still there. Giving giving birth to a human tiddler was considered a coming of age for all cleaning woman.

No modern or futurist military machine could stop this foe. Not with torpedo whose hummer were reflected off the shiny open of cod, and not with laser cannons that never seemed to hit their fair game, and not with aery dud that exploded prematurely, high in the atmosphere. They were just too fast and too near, and too ... strange.

The Pafanel specie as a whole could not be reached for comment. Either they were ignoring humanity, abetting this takeover, or were preoccupied with something else. No one could say with any sure thing, and there were hundreds of theories as to how this had started. All anyone knew for certain is that Yupods had started to pop up and parade across the country like gage, taking over an incredible measure of mass in the blink of an eye.

Within two weeks, the entire northerly American continent had fallen to the Yupods. There were pockets of immunity where it was too frigidity for them to live, in northernmost Canada and Last Frontier. other bunker and walled-in cities were dense with refugees and the remains of one of the world's tumid military powers.

There was no need to use weapons to wage war. The Matrons could win it just fine without these gadgets. And that's exactly what they did, sweeping over Dixie America in another few weeks. sack of resistance struggled on islands surrounding the continents, but without a significant military presence, there was no hope for them to climb up a meaningful counterattack. There were simply too many of them at this point.

The Eastern cerebral hemisphere fell in brusk gild. The immenseness of northern Union of Soviet Socialist Republics made it a useful place to stack away unwanted males, allowing those that remained to live inside their own Yupods. All of them were blissfully incognizant of their situation, made to experience their sodding sexual life. No new male person were ever born, so it was only a matter of clip until the manlike population faded out.

China was an matter to seat, with such a gamy universe density and disproportional sum of Yupods to begin with. Invading the state was tricky, but not impossible. Once things were under control, and when the entire Asian continent was brought under one wing, it was much easier to provide the set aside healthcare and education to all distaff inhabitants. The absence of half a population made accomplishing this destination practically easier.

With the planet terra firma under the control of the Yupods and Matrons, they began to extend outward, reaching new acme in the solar system that a nonadaptive human race could only make dreamed about. Only under one intellect could these aspiration be realized, and that was exactly what happened. The synodic month and Mars were taken in short-change order, reclaiming them from disaffected humans. Yupods had yet to evolve to last the extreme circumstance, but the Matrons could officiate similarly to mankind ( and the equipment they used to exist ).

Soon, everyone would lie with the making love and peace of a Yupod. Of having a Matron issue care of them. And they would palpate the unconditional love and support from those around, and sometimes inside, them.

-- -

epilogue

It was drab outside. Having lived in a urban center my entire life, I'd never gotten the chance to see the headliner for real. Now I was in a quiet countryside, with no light pollution for land mile and miles around me.

I rested in Kayla's lap, taking in the principal above me. One paw was kneading my snatch, the other playing with one of my tits.

My belly bulged, this clip with the hope of a man baby. I'd be a female parent again, this prison term to a beautiful girl. With one hand I rubbed my paunch, and with the other I gripped Kayla's hand tightly. She squeezed back.

turning to my right, I glanced at the prone word form that lay in the gage. It was Jessica, being smothered by various of her Matrons. She was a completely different somebody than the crying girlfriend I had consoled. One Matron held onto Jessica as she sat in her lap as I was, with both of her puritanic hired man kneading Jessica's snatch. Two former Matrons on either position of the missy squeezed her physical structure, taking a tit in one script and massaging her fraught belly with the former.

It was tough to see all of this under the dark sparkle, but the movement of their body and hands, and low groan coming from a face that gazed deeply into the whiz above, told me everything.

Jessica and I had mated with our Matrons at the Lapplander time, and would be giving birth together soon.

I turned my nous to look at the endless virtuoso above me. They twinkled in the night sky, so slow and vibrant.

Soon, it would all be ours.

I was still the Princess of mutualism, after all .