Contact with alien life didn't really variety peoples'life-time so drastically as they make out in books. Considering how much time it takes for communication to materialize across the lightyears, and even retentive to actually move matter from one office to the following, there was a big gap between beginning contact ( FC as everyone calls it ) and there actually being any branch from it. All the religious and culture freaks went on and on about the end of the mankind and coming to terms with their god ( s ), but it died down when nothing really happened in the first year or so. It wasn't until around five days after FC that the beginning aliens actually came to Earth ... or, at to the lowest degree, the moon, where our atmospheric state wouldn't kill them. We had to break out the big spacesuits to moonwalk and play our node face-to-face.

Even calling it opposite isn't quite earmark. What we would foretell a case was a dark mass of peel, tendrils, and something that vaguely looked like ears. Every screen and boob tube in the world was trained on these creatures, and no one really knew what they were looking at. star Wars, District 9, and Avatar had ill-prepared man to confront the fact that aliens couldn't have two eyes and a mouth.

Surprisingly, these alien were not that far ahead of our twenty-second century technology. earth had been leaving the satellite and exploring the solar system for the past two X ; this alien backwash, who called themselves the Pafanel, had been doing it for the by half century. To the Pafanel, this was the same measure of fourth dimension it took for their young ones to teach to walk ( or, in their compositor's case, float slightly above the Earth's surface, assuming Moon graveness. ) They could speak our words, having received wayward satellite signals that had been sent from ground long ago. Carl Sagan made the right call here, that's for sure.

Humanity as a race had made surprisingly novel and unique procession in purgative and mathematics that transcended most former airstream that the Pafanel had come into contact with, and earned the sincere deference of our alien visitant. In exchange for a ( translated ) dialogue and conveyance of knowledge, the aliens would bring natural endowment to increase the wellness and prosperity of human being and the planet Earth.

One such endowment was the Youthfullness Pod, or Yupods. These William Chambers were used by the Pafanel to maintain their age ( or deficiency of it ), destress in times of physical and genial exhaustion, and admit them to enjoy a private yet inner experience to their liking. The Yupods were organism that acted as individuals, yet were connected on some level to a exchange heart and soul. It wasn't a mind in the sense that creature had a psyche or pep pill level thinking : every pod was an file name extension of the Lapp entity, and human scientists weren't quite for certain how any of it worked.

For homo, these Yupods were free of use. The being themselves cultivated and fed off the redundant energy given off by us, with even more energy being expelled during bit of sex and pleasance. This energy, not sympathize or measurable by human skill ( and only marginally so by Pafanel technology ), was consumed by the Yupod and imbued back onto its subject, removing disease, sickness, and cicatrix. It slowed down the aging clock, giving us all more time to do whatever we wanted.

The pod themselves were not members of the Pafanel coinage ; the Yupods themselves where an even more alien race, whose full capability and powers were not totally cataloged by anyone.

Which leads me to today. Admission to Yupods was forbidden to those under the age of 21. It was considered too speculative, and early typeface of minors using one weren't great. Imagine giving a sixteen yr old daughter, just going through pubescence, her own little sex chamber. Kids came back from these seedcase half-asleep, sexed up and craving it like a drunk. It did not prefigure well with parents.

Even adult who spent just a small quantity of time in these cod left the Yupod marrow in a sleepy, almost drunken res publica of judgement. It was another reason to always receive a designated driver if you wanted to go, since you might not be able to get abode easily once you did your business. People tended to go in groups and elect one person to force back everyone back home after it was all said and done. Me, as the youngest somebody in my supporter group, was almost always given the great responsibility to drive a car wide of sexually drink in college students back to our apartment.

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

Now, however, it was my routine to give it a try. My 21st birthday had been a week ago, which was an incredible weekend on its own. Today, I was ready to engage it to a whole new stratum. I had a small bag of personal effects, carefully chosen to make this an experience I would never forget.

I came to the Yupod center alone ; I wanted to totally love this without needing to babysit someone, or have them babysit me. I left study early today, and had nothing but a lazy Saturday tomorrow. I could enjoy this without worrying about oversleeping or feeling drowsy in the morning.

I stood outside the with child, unassuming building. Hesitating. On the outside, it looked like a cookie-cutter bureau building, with four story, a large response arena, a parking lot, and a lawn around the sides. Only the preindication, Yupod marrow : Greater Littleton sphere, provided a hint as to what happened behind its doors. I'd needed to rule book an date for my offset time, to fulfil out some paperwork and learn how it all worked. These places were stricter than the most popular nine : no one I knew had ever managed to get in with a pretender ID. They were thrown out quickly, and repeat offenders 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 patch. But now, I had the prospect to do this for real. No stress, no anxiety.

So what was I waiting for ?

I took a late hint, and stepped through the entrance of the building, admiring its plain and unassuming interior decoration. The only when clue that something was unlike was the waiting area, with yearn couches and recliners. Its inhabitants looked like incredibly sleepy and tired, and a few were even snoring. Some had their hands beneath their pants, gently masturbating. I looked away sharply and walked towards the front line desk.

"Hi, I'm here for my orientation. I made an appointment online ?"I said timidly, watching the secretary look from her computer in reaction to my vocalisation. She looked cheery, but also tired, as if she had been staring at her computer screen all night.

"Of class, but I'll need your epithet and ID card."her voice betrayed her look, coming off cheery if not somewhat obtuse, as if she was drawing out each syllable.

"Kylie Ralph Waldo 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 alight"Ping !"before it was spit back out.

"You're all set, kiley !"she said, and pointed to a corridor on my right."Head down that hallway until the end. Someone will be with you shortly to show up you around. Have a fun initiative metre !"Again, her vocalism sounded bubbly and sweet, but subdued like she just woke up. Her eyes were also partly closed, and a extensive smiling 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 to get word it before, but now I could pick up the low noises of the Yupods all around me. As I got further and further along, I could hear hearable yelps and shrieking mixed with the squelching, squishing sound of the seedcase. I'd only seen TV of them, and had no conception of what they were supposed to go like.

The hallway was lined with jet-black doors that absorbed virtually of the sound I made as I walked. Only a small sum of money 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 hall, and was greeted by a guy in his mid-thirties. He seemed only slightly more alert than his fellow, and explained to me the staple of the Yupod center. I would stimulate up to two hours in a single pod to myself, as this was my first clock time. Once I became acquainted with the pods, I could stay for increasingly long menstruation of meter, topping out at five.

My guide walked me through a hologram of what the room would look like, including where I could hold my belonging, charge my phone, alert the mall staff, or kick the bucket the room in the case of an emergency. It was a very roomy way, with a expectant handbill 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 self healing and can bounce back from pretty a great deal anything. Something would experience to happen to the telephone exchange brain for it to permanently affect any of the fuel pod. Not only do they tip off of our sexual get-up-and-go, but they also learn from us. The Yupods can get tougher over sentence if we're being uncut with them, and adapt to our behavior."

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

"Not at all ; in the one thousand of Yupod core across the humans, we haven't yet had a problem with any pod acting out of turn. The Pafanels visit every core at least once a class, which isn't a hanker meter to them, to make certain that everything is behaving. It's totally safe."He had a dreamy look in his eyes, as if remembering something that made him well-chosen. 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 phantasy were about to come dependable, though. I could feel my mamilla start to perk up a little.

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

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

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

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

My face broke out into a smiling, and I almost screamed"Finally !"I dropped my bag on the low Bench closest to me, and opened it, furiously searching for a few things. They would make the side by side two hours even more amazing.

A dildo harness fumbled between my script. It would fall into place me in both my vagina and my ass. I'd only worn this a few clock time in the past, and only when I was desperate for something in me. Putting the harness to the side, I took out a dildo gag that wrapped around the back of my head. This was brand new, still smelling of charge card and latex, and I had no idea how this was going to work. But I lay that down on the English, too.

The net affair I grabbed was a vibrator. It could insert itself into the hollow space of my dildo harness, letting me finger the shakiness while also getting penetrated. Also bran-new. I inserted the vibrator into the dildo, but didn't turn it on yet. Wanted to preserve the electric battery for later ...

My shorts and step-in fell to the floor in quick workplace. I'd considered not wearing step-in at all, but didn't have the courage to do it yet. My shirt and bra were discarded into the same pile of dress, and my air sock and hairband met a standardised fate.

I plugged my phone into the offer courser, and set an alert to go off in two hr. That guide said he'd be back to piece me up, but I didn't quite trust him to follow through. This would clear for sure I, and the Yupod, would be alerted when it was time to call it quits. My ally Yasmine knew to pick me up, too, and she'd been here many times before. She'd also be able to talk to the stave and get them to cut the cord.

I took a abstruse breath, and grabbed the dildo harness. Wrapping it around my waist, I gently pushed the dildos inside, feeling their insight and voluminosity inside of me. I was not a stranger to having things inside me, but this still felt a little funny every time. I wrapped the strap around my side, and heard a satisfying click to affirm its snugness.

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

The Yupod centerfield were pretty flexile about masses bringing stuff with them to play with. As long as they didn't bring any weapons, or something that could have them ( or the pod ) to get hurt, anything was fair game. The pods would cumber individuals who tried to impart something dangerous, and subdue them until the faculty arrived. It was a pretty efficient security measures organization. At the like time, whatever items you planned on using were at your own risk.

One of my acquaintance once brought teat clamps on a chain. I still remember driving her habitation, a half naked college girl massaging her dumbbell and drooling all over herself. We had quite a lot of fun once I brought her back home ...

I checked over my body one last clip. I was not a intimate object by any means : an modal tail end, small ( but not matted ) chest, not-too-wide hip joint, and a good grin. Not someone who would make your fountainhead turn, but someone who you'd linger on if I caught their attention for some other rationality. I was happy with how I looked, though. No degree being sad.

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

It was a worm mass of spicy human body and organic fertilizer affair. It didn't look messy or disorganized at all, but pulsated rhythmically, almost like a trice. Organic coils reached through the trading floor and connected to something, while even more were affixed to the ceiling.

Good evening, child.

I heard a calming but loud voice as my middle were staring above me. I couldn't figure out where it was coming from ... it seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere.

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

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

There is a lot that your admirer have not told you. I can sense that already.

Was it ... reading my mind ? My eyes widened in shock absorber and amazement.

"Yes, I can. It is much wanton to put across this way than to use ... mouth, as you call them. My species does not let a concept for the oral transmission of Scripture. We speak with each former through our minds."

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

"In my species ... the construct of a secret does not exist. All information is shared, as I am just one facial expression of a much larger entirely. It does not clear signified for me to know something that no former telephone extension of me should."

That would excuse what the guy said about it being voguish. But what did it mean by"a good deal larger unit"... ?

We as individuals do not birth identities. Though some among us are singular and have different strong-arm feature, my mind is one intellect. Even the term"private ”, used to describe how you would comprehend me as one…"Yupod ”, as you call us, is not totally accurate.

Let us discuss you, though. Please enter my chamber.

Folds appeared in the organic rampart of the pod, and they peeled themselves back to give up me entrance. I took a deliberate step onto the spongy surface, expecting to slip on its wet surface. However, I found it firm and static, and quickly made my way into the pod's Interior Department. The interior was dim, with light coming from a source I couldn't identify. It seemed to ring around the 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 last facial expression 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 organic structure to understand how best to service you this evening.

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

You are here to meet relaxation and delight. I am also here to act as a ... external respiration mechanism for your mental and physical stress. In monastic order to do that, I must fuck more about you in order to action this goal.

Without warning, several fleshy tentacles appeared and grabbed my arm. Raising me off the ground, even more tentacles appeared to grope and grab every inch of my body. I hadn't even had metre to react to them grabbing me : I was a modest fish in a big net, caught in this onslaught of sensation. If I wasn't so horny and turned on, I'd be screaming for my life-time. As it was, my breathing space came out in halted gasp of pleasure.

Each tentacle was thick, often thicker than my arm. Some tentacles had suck cupful that slowly suctioned and puckered my body. Others were shine, moving rapidly, as if they were searching for something.

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

There was a suspension, as two new tentacles appeared from the rampart. These were dissimilar than the others : rather than being one fleshly branch, like a big finger's breadth, these tendrils had a great deal finer control condition and looked almost like a bridge player. Except where there would be five finger's breadth, there was instead five dilute tentacles.

They exposed the dig portion of the dildos that penetrated me, and I could find air thrill 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 showtime to use a gimmick like this.

The voice rang in my head again, calmer but louder this fourth dimension. I could try the pod much more clearly and loudly now that I was inside of it.

Each of the thin tentacle-hands made their way inside the dildo. I couldn't see what was happening, but I felt muckle of pocket-sized tendrils combine into one bombastic one. The frame of the tentacles changed to adapt to the void space of the dildo. What was once void was now full, making me wriggle even more.

Now in control of my fork and ass, they began a assuage pulsing of heat and vibration. impulse. Pulse. beat. The sensations were too much for me to process. I was madly humping the air, bucking wildly against my dual lovers.

I was in such a heat that I didn't see the same process happen to my gag dildo. Though it was good in front of my typeface, I only knew it was happening when the dildo was guided into my oral cavity, straight to my trachea. I had been breathing forcefully out of my lip, and had to adapt to breath out of my nose while the dildo settled in my mouth. I nearly choked on the dildo before I started breathing forcefully out of my nose.

The straps to the gag were attached to the back of my head, securing it in place. A unattackable warmth filled my head, causing my body to convulse. I felt my first orgasm coming in strong, and could do nothing to discontinue it from crashing over me.

Except it didn't happen. Right before the wave hit, it collapsed on top of itself, denying me such incredible pleasure. The pulsation stopped, I stopped feeling as hot, and was simply held in place for a while. I writhed violently in my control, desperate for relief and comfort. I moaned around the gag in my mouth, using my hands to try and shove it in and out. But there was no springiness. My slit and ass were denied to me, dupe of my own conception. Trying to claw my way under the harness, I heard the pod's part again, much firmer and less gentle.

You must relax. I have not finished.

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

Almost instantly, I felt much more loosen, calming down my body and letting my limbs relax. I was lowered to the earth, where I sat on my butt, still connected to the pod. A low vibration began to fill my crotch, and I took a inscrutable breath at the sensation.

Without warning, I felt two tentacles behind me encircle my tit, swirling up until each reached my tit. I'd had some piercings on that I forgot to remove, but now the tentacles were curious about them. Tendrils toyed with the alloy rings through each of my nipple, pulling and playing with them.

I watched as two Thomas More flimsy tentacles, these having even more tendrils and LE heaviness to them, approached my nipples and get rid of the piercings from my nipples. As each piercing left my nipple, low tentacles filled the blank space formerly occupied by my piercing. Large rings were formed on top of my pinhead.

I felt tickling sensations as they writhed in my nipples, subdued though they were. My compromised senses barely registered the pulling and whirl of my mammilla, this way and that. I looked on in curiosity as my boobs swayed up and down, in fourth dimension with the move of the tentacles that had them in their vice.

Up and down, left to right, up and down, left to rectify, it was almost hypnotic ... rhythmic ... unceasing. A pulling at my hair woke me from my shock, alerting me to the disentanglement of the tress I had put it in so carefully beforehand. My black-market fuzz fell past my shoulders, resting on my cover, before myriad tentacles collected it and raised it to my eye spirit level. My header pulled forward slightly at the tugging, though my center remained locked on the tentacles that had yanked my hair.

Slowly, they guided it back towards my body, and I felt a halo of hair rest on my knocker, shoulder steel, and back. hairsbreadth had stuck themselves around the flyspeck tendrils, and though I couldn't see what was happening, I felt an unutterable sensation throughout so often of my hair. Two tentacles took care to tuck my hairsbreadth behind my auricle, removing it from in front of my face.

A sharp tightening caught me off safety device, almost causing me to choke 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 encircle my cervix, solving my nimiety whisker problem. This ring continued to adjust and tighten around me, and I could feel more and Thomas More of my tomentum becoming part of this vice.

When it stopped moving, I felt it tighten gently one last time. Not enough to kick the bucket me, but enough for me to always feel its presence. A yearn tentacle extended from somewhere unseen, connecting to the front of my hair ring. It was tugged, and my consistence fell forward, onto my hands and knees.

Then it dawned on me : it was a collar. I'd been collared, gagged, stuffed, and pierced. And I was enjoying it. This is what I had wanted : to be taken ascendence of, with nothing I could say or do about my own dead body except experience everything that was happening to it.

advent to this realisation was like breaking the emergency spyglass and yanking the lever in one motion. The dildos in my pussy and ass began to piston in and out of me, spurting a hot liquid as they did so. The Sami matter happened in my mouth, with more than fury and military unit. My boob were pulled and tweaked this way and that, with my tit caught in a bind. My shoe collar brimmed with passion and military posture, alternating between something suddenly of a C and a light grip.

I orgasmed and convulsed violently, collapsing onto my side as I lost control over my consistence. Every limb thrashed and pulled against my adherence, meeting with absolute resistance in some home and summate freedom in others. My blazonry were kept to my side of meat, but my hips and legs were allowed to spin around against the Brobdingnagian penetration in my down in the mouth body. I lost consciousness in a tsunami of pleasure, not able or willing to press the current.

-- -

She is the one. This child will be a redeemer, a matriarch, and a savior. It could not be More true. It is now necessary to take the necessary preparations to ensure achiever in this endeavour. It has been planned and tested for much too long…

-- -

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

> MongoDB shell version v3.6.3

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

> MongoDB waiter edition : 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 ’, state : ‘ USA'} ) ;

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

$ rs-ds133262 : primary feather > db.vacations.insert ( { employeeID : 30394. startDate : 4500592482, endDate : 4505862910, paid : admittedly, sendEmail : honest } )

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

$ rs-ds133262 : primary quill > outlet

> bye

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James was doing some body of work on his laptop when he got an email telling, marked"Important"in the notice. Clicking on it, he got the incredible newsworthiness that his two month vacation had finally been approved, and was effective immediately ! And it was paid holiday, too ! He could finally take his lady friend to see blemish, something she'd wanted for her birthday for a patch. They had been waiting to buy slate on the side by side spaceflight until he could get some metre off. And today was his lucky day.

Doing a quick search on the Internet, he saw that the next spaceflight would be leaving the following eventide at 7 PM ! It was thoroughgoing ! He got up from his desk and dialed his girl. By the sentence he walked out of the kernel, she was already hopping on her computer to buy the just the ticket and varnish the deal. There were two spots left !

Twenty-four minute later, Jesse James and his girlfriend would be boarding a spaceflight bounce for Mar. The trip still took a while, even with extraterrestrial technology, and communicating in outer space between non-planetary object had not yet been perfected. As a result, Saint James and his fiancee would be totally off the grid for at least a workweek. And if there were asteroids, solar solar flare, or other encumbrance, it meant it would take even longer for messages from worldly concern to ever hand him.

-- -

Tendrils snaked from outside of Kylie 's pod and reached for her speech sound. The pod knew Kylie far better than she knew herself. There was no such thing as"too much selective information"to it ... which didn't cease it from knowing that Kylie had no parole on her telephone set. She was too trusting.

Tendrils rapidly worked their way through her phone's SMS app, and sent a 1 text message to Yasmine. They did not have a construct of sight, but could sense the coloration and brightness on the screen and understand what they said and meant. This was not the offset time they had needed to use a smartphone.

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

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

Upon receipt and acknowledgment of the school text, kiley's phone was powered down and placed back on the work 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 clip remembering what had happened ... I was in a Yupod Center, I got into my pod, but then what ? I didn't crepuscle asleep on the floor. At least, I don't think so. Trying to see around me, I noticed that everything looked a lilliputian blurry, and I moved my manus to clean the crust out of my eyes.

That is, I tried to move my right bridge player. But it didn't want to stir from its posture behind me. Feeling around, I felt both of my arms in a long armbinder, wrapping up to below my shoulder detonating device. Testing the strength, I felt at ease knowing I was secure. I also tried to tilt around my torso, but was met with exchangeable resistance.

blinking furiously to earn my vision, I looked down at my physical structure to figure things out. Blue tentacles secured my thigh to what looked like some sort of chairwoman, with my pegleg bent grass at my knee. My feet were encased in the Saami organic stuff that surrounded me. I could palpate that they weren't touching the floor, and that they were wholly encased by tentacles, like a boot.

I suddenly began to think what had happened, and relaxed again. I felt my harness, gag, piercings, and dog collar on my body. The only thing I could really affect was my eyes, 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 throat, suppressing my gustation buds and gag inborn reflex. It felt warm and pasty as it made its way into my trunk, where it rested in my belly. My cunt and ass were receiving similar discussion, being receptacles for this lovesome fluid.

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

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

My thoughts were interrupted by the gaudy intrusion of a voice, the pod's voice, in my fountainhead. I felt tentacles shift around me, and saw respective come to the center of my visual sensation. At their hint blinked soft colouring that rotated through the people of color wheel, slowly swirling and rotating. Swirling and rotating, swirling…

I felt my body relieve itself on bid, as if my body was asked to go to the bathroom, not bothering to go through the brain. Tentacles attached themselves to the mightily holes, or were already there, and I did my business. They remained confiscate once I was done, establishing their ascendency over yet another view of me.

Time passed, and my persuasion grew quiet. I breathed deeply through my nose, looked at the swirling Christ Within, swallowed the tentacle's liquid state, felt its out-and-out vice on me, and heard their squishing and movement all around. It was calming. Soothing. Peaceful.

I closed my eyes, and opened them. I was now lifted off the priming, my branch 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 mastery to this creature, and was now just along for the ride.

nictation. Thin tendrils pulled at my pussycat lips, loose from having been stuffed for so long, and kept them banquet, revealing my button.

eye blink. Now my clitoris was being wrapped by ticklish strands and pierced, forming another connection to my torso. several fibril, almost like conducting wire, played in my peril pussy, and I couldn't assist but shake and convulse at the sensation.

wink. Tendrils had formed another harness around my genital organ and ass. My pussy and clit were permanently exposed and on display, with my clit pierced and leashed. Tentacles wrapped around my pelvic girdle and connected to my asshole, which was penetrated by an incredibly magnanimous dildo/tentacle. I couldn't see what it was, only that they were much bigger than my old dildos. One was plugging my dickhead, delivering a constant current of the pod's liquid, and the early was secured in my urethra, which would take aid of me having to go to the bathroom.

nictitation. Transparent loving cup attached themselves to my boobs and were causing them to release milk. At least, that's what I thought it was, as I couldn't smell or taste it. It came out in a patrician but unvarying current, being taken away by two tentacles. My boobs had gone up by a few cup sizing, and were now slightly heavy than pineapples.

nictation. I stood on the level now, my workforce unrestrained and fingering my wet cunt. A crownwork of tentacles ringed around the top of my head, with two covering and entering my ears. This drowned out all former strait, and restricted what I was able to listen. My tip connected along the back of my head word to connect with my collar.

I was perfectly incapable of doing anything I wanted. Every possible mother wit and action at law was taken away from me, control surrendered to this dominating entity.

But I didn't smell scared. I had been so care coming here, but now I felt relaxed and at rest. I didn't need to make decisions or worry about what was going to happen next ; it was all part of a grander plan that I didn't need to focus on. matter would happen the way they were meant to.

A brilliant warmth took over me, and my felicity caused my body to reply in versatile ways. My chest lactated at a much higher charge per unit, shooting out liquidity that would be taken away. My pussy squirted a encompassing spray down below, drenching my thigh and stifle with its ferocity. Tentacles all across my dead body pulsed with warmheartedness, alternating their tightness and touching every in of my torso. I came to a heavy orgasm, 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 thinking in my head, pushing everything else away that didn't have to do with this moment.

"The low phase of the transmutation process is now utter. You have been Connected to me."

This phonation felt much different than it did before ; it was far percipient 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 share of you. And you are becoming a contribution of me. It is part of your Connecting to me. You are the foremost of many."

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

"You still do not understand. You have been chosen, out of many others, to shepherd our race into a new era, and reign this mean and wicked planet."

Images of poverty, starvation, mood variety, and more flashed through my mind. I wasn't for certain if they were my own thoughts, or if someone was putting them in my foreland. The world was a dark situation, and humans like me were not doing a well job of keeping it in shape. Why else would we be aggressively travelling to infinite ? To get away from the mess here.

I thought back to persona on the cyberspace and in text of green forests, rolling mountainside, and passive nature. With not sufficiency space for people to hold up, there was very little of it left. My parents used to state me all about it, and show me exposure and videos from when they got to play around in big lakes and impudent snow. It just made me languish for it even more, knowing it was out of my reach.

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

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

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

"What is there for you to go back to ? A lifespan of complacency, living your champaign liveliness with no end in peck ? Watching as the world falls apart around you ? Is that what you want to do ?"

Memories of a painful childhood came to my mind, and an even worse college experience reared its heading. Why was I thinking about this stuff now, all of a sudden ?

"Your mind is trying to tell you to do what's right. You already know what you must do, but the rational persona of your Einstein is trying to absolve something else. Something irrational. Something that you believe to be ... normal."

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

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

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

"have you made up your mind ?"

I closed my eyes, and took a recondite breath through my nose. I pried the dildo gag from my mouth, pulling its integral length from my back talk. White, sticky liquid dripped onto my face and exposed tit. It smelled creamy and biting, like milk but a lot Sir Thomas More vivid. There was initial impedance to my grip, but it soon relaxed and let go of my face. My entire jaw hurt from the deepthroating it had been through. The dildo continued to pump liquidity onto my chest and then the floor.

Dildo still in mitt, I lowered it to my debunk cunt, and slowly led it inside. The tentacles wasted no clock time in getting all the way there, fusing with the bond to my clitoris and keeping it pierced while also pumping the milk into me.

"Yes,"I said. These were the first run-in I had spoken aloud in a patch, and my vox was very dry and cracked."Please. Take me."

A capital front swept over me. I could feel a great ... something, sweeping over my dead body. It wasn't simply warmth, it was something so indomitable and great that words couldn't describe it at all.

I felt it in my thinker too, as it was the last part of me that needed to be opened to this invasive being. I knew what it was looking at in my own chief, like my judgment was a bookshelf to surf through. It seemed as though my pod wanted to check a lot more than about humanity, particularly females. I literally saw my lifetime flash before my eyes, as memories were brought up and replayed. Some were preserved, and others were simply thrown away, unimportant.

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

A great richness filled my uterus, and I remembered what I was here for. I looked down at my now-bulging belly, full with alien milk and liquid. I looked very pregnant, and I continued to slowly stretchiness outwards.

I felt no pain as all of this was happening, just a bang-up pleasure and warmth all throughout. And why should it give birth hurt ? I was being taken care of, and was on my way to something truly amazing. I just didn't know what it was yet.

There was a shift in my judgment. I realized I had absolutely no memory of my former life. As far as I was concerned, my life began in this pod, and had always been that way. I remembered that there used to be something there, in the nothingness of my intellect, then even that was gone. I smiled and relished in the simplicity of it all. There wasn't anything I needed to do, early than listen and behave.

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

The dildo in my wet puss pulled back, forcing a jet of white at my still-exposed pussy. The piercing and ternion had remained there, throughout my impregnation. Liquid continued to leak out of my pussy, long after the thick cock had been removed. Concentrating, I found I could expel this hot cum from my slit on demand, and also withhold it if I needed to. I practiced a few times until I had mastered the art, then let it continue to dribble underneath me. It was a perpetual feat to keep it in, and I felt better when I could relax.

The cups on my boob detached at this time, though my piercings remained and Milk dribbled from my teat. Feeling them with my paw, I squeezed them both and shot a stream of my milk into my typeface, accidentally tasting some of it. My breastmilk tasted gravel, and I held one tit up to my mouth while the former absent-mindedly played with my other nipple and lactated.

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

However, I did palpate a tingle on top of my head, which suddenly stopped. I saw a twist around heap of tentacles in one eye, and lowered my dope from my oral fissure to get a easily look.

Though it looked confusing at first base, I realized it to be a crown. A crown that would invest my hair. It was intricately designed, symmetric to the sides, centered around a vivid blue mass in its middle. My pussy flared up in happiness, letting out a river of my succus, and I felt it rest 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 right for all of this to happen to me. I was grinning from ear to ear, and simply relished in the 10000 of physical superstar I was experiencing. I never wanted it to give up, and I couldn't imagine my living without this. Come to think of it, I couldn't remember a lifespan not like this. I knew there was something outside the walls of my pod, but it was scary and strange. So I tried not to think about it.

There was a ripple in the cap above me, and light began to throb and recoil around it. I gazed at it aimlessly, calmed by the presentation, as my manpower wandered and found their way back to my cunt. My foot guided themselves to a throne that waited for me on the opposite side of the pod. My oculus remained firmly fixed above me as my consistence marched forward, then turned around and sat down. I felt some of the tentacles on my body fuse with those in my chair, and new ones came to hold onto me.

I felt calmer, More relaxed, like I was in a giant hug. My centre hadn't left the swirling and glimmering visible radiation above me. My jaw hung wide open in awe at the display.

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

All other thoughts were quieted from my mind. I was being spoken to by Saligh, my proprietor. It was not simply a master as though I was its hard worker, but Saligh Owned every part of me, and had full-of-the-moon mastery. However, my mind and trunk needed to be kept tell from the rest of it in order to fulfill its grand design. Thus, I was Owned and Controlled in every way.

"Yes ... Thank you…"I whispered gently as my mind 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 wash and humanity, and will be among the highest royalty."

"royal house ... a queen ?"The thought came to me suddenly, and there was a pause after I said it aloud. I had very little retentivity of Saligh taking this long to think about anything ... It was normally pretty quick.

"You are a part of a much greater hale,"it finally replied."Your part in this marvelous invention can not be understated. But you must always commemorate that you are part of something bigger. That there are those above you, no matter how muscular 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 aristocratic but wide wave of delight, as my body turned this way and that in response to such a compliment. I was being rewarded, and it felt amazing. Like every sentience was alert and being loved. I couldn't search away from the wavy lighter if I wanted to, and it was in this attitude that I fell asleep…

-- -

Yasmine was on her computer, catching up on a TV series, and felt her earphone buzz. Picking it up, she saw a new telling from Kylie.

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

Yasmine smiled, and station a quick textual matter back :"don't have too much fun ! see u soon."Turning up to her computer, she put her telephone away and thought aught of the conversation.

On the early side of townspeople, kylie's Yupod had taken control of her phone, and sent out this in conclusion textbook substance. It was the composition in keeping kylie here for longer than was normal. Not that she could let ever left ...

Inside the pod, Kylie rested in her throne and sat still, absorbing and understanding all that was being put into her brain. She was being taught about Saligh's race, their interactions with the Pafanels, and why it was sentence for a change.

Her eyes were vacant, large and blue, seeing nix but swirling Inner Light. Her chest, filled with the pod's breeding material, shifted with her deep breathing. unknown Milk River dribbled from her kitty-cat and onto the chairman, while cupful captured her flow of breastmilk. Liquid continued to be pumped into her dead body through her arse, and bodily barren was taken care of by a firmly-attached tentacle.

It had been three time of day since Kylie first stepped foot inside the pod. The concept of time had become lost to Kylie. Instead, she lived through every moment she was awake for, ready for the following opportunity to live and help her Owner.

kylie smiled in her sopor. She came, her body shaking only slightly as her holes let out her liquid in special K for a few sec. Then they resumed their usual pace, venting Milk from a soundbox waiting to discharge something new into the world.

-- -

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

oceanic abyss below the center, tentacles and obscure organisms 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 mission, their design, was coming.

These organisms, many in turn and simpleton in thought, understood what needed to be done. Concentrating and collecting in one home, they sent their energy to one pod far above them, where she would soon hold way to something amazing.

-- -

I woke up suddenly, warning signal and wide awake. Something in my mind recognized the want to be awake for what was about to pass off, and I responded. I didn't even have a say in the manner ... my body just obeyed. I felt a strong panting, a orotund target trying to perish my body through my sopping wet snatch. I reflexively pushed down, trying to get it out.

There was no pain in the ass in this cognitive process. There couldn't have been : I was so glad and glad that portion of my purpose for being was coming to base on balls : being a mother to something amazing. Tentacles adjusted themselves and moved all around me, exposing my cunt and spreading my legs. I gave no resistance, allowing these tendrils to do what they needed to do.

Another heaving, and a stir of liquid shot out from my cunt. The pressure felt greater, and my men began to spasm. Tentacles found their way into my decoration, and I gripped them tightly, holding on.

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

I felt one last push, and felt a boastfully pop ! Every sinew in my organic structure relaxed, and I fell down from my elevated province 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 breath from the total experience.

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

And then I saw her. Or, I saw myself, if I had sky racy skin and ocean bluish eyes. We were alike in many path. The same tomentum, same jaw line, like body shape. But certain characteristic were different. Every sexual facet of her physique had been overdraw and enlarged. Two massive boobs hung from her chest, an hourglass signifier with wide rosehip, a hairless puss, and lips that were made for kissing and sucking. I could even tell apart that she was tall, a good deal taller than me.

This mortal ... she came from me. But why did she take care the Saame age as me ? Why were we so similar 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 people was perfect, and she spoke the Good Book aloud. No beaming-words-into-my-head. But she could still read my thinker and thoughts.

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

Tentacles appeared from her bitch and ass, and grabbed my dead body. They pulled me to my ft, and brought my oral cavity exactly onto one of her mammilla. I sucked on it instinctively, and was rewarded with thick, creamy milk. Tentacles from somewhere on her eubstance dug into my slit and ass.

There was so practically delight, and so much sense datum ... her hands dug into my rear and pushed my organic structure into hers even more. I looked up at her, noticing she was much marvellous than me. Her centre 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 difficult clip focusing on sucking her tit when she spoke, and lost density on it. She took my pass in her hired hand and reoriented me to the other pap, which I gladly took in my mouth.

There was a sensation in my kitty, 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 youngster. So soon ? I couldn't postponement to convey life story to even more than of these amazing women…

Tentacles took my arms and wrapped them around the back of this girl. Others took my legs and did the same. My keeper ... I could only cogitate of her that way ... stroked my pilus and rubbed my rear. I stared into her optic, brimming with pulsing blue light, and felt my body let out a one shot of Milk River before I fell asleep again.

-- -

It had been five hours since Kylie had stepped into the pod. It had been two hours since she was imbued with the come of the Yupod, and she had given birth to the for the first time of a subspecies of Human/Yupod hybrids that would rapidly change the world.

kiley was restrain asleep as she gave nascency to Thomas More cross. These loan-blend had evolved from the safe of their ancestors : though they still represented small pieces of a greater collective, they could intend for themselves, improvise, work out problems, and appear mostly man. Except for their blue pelt, haircloth, and eyes. Their features represented the extremum of distaff sex, and released pheromones that would nominate any human a slave to their will over time.

Ten hybrid 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 off of the hybrids, her butt and vagina extended outwards to permit accession when new hybrids were born. The giving birth process had been improved and made more efficient, now that Kylie's body was used to it, and she could leave birth to a new intercrossed every twelve minutes.

Yet she slumbered, resting her head in the chest of her offspring. It was prison term to expand and grow beyond these walls, and it was only possible because of her. The hybrids, nameless for now, set out to achieve their goal.

Eight of the crossbreed moved to the center of the pod, holding hands with each other. Tentacles from the flooring wrapped around their legs, climbing their way up each of their bodies, 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 assorted connection and larger being that connected the individual pod to the center of it all. seedpod did not connect with other fuel pod except through here. It was like to a human brain, but not exactly.

The crossbreed moved along the connections to their net name and address : another Yupod with a female captivated inside it. People used Yupods for varying reasons : some to let out physical stress, most to get a immediate fuck, others to find individual to vent and bollocks some steam. The one common trait was that they were all inside of their pods, focused on the phonation in their headland, and unaware of their surround.

Eight different female person were caught off sentry duty by the entrance of a blue-skinned female person in their pod. Eight different females found their mouths affixed firmly to a bombastic breast, milk gushing inside their mouths. Eight dissimilar female felt everything become quiet, focusing their attention only on the blue eyes of this regal being. Eight different females had tentacles quickly enter their cunt and loose a load of alien milk, elevating them to untold levels of pleasure.

Each of them thrashed violently against their captors, but the loan-blend wrapped their strong arms around the mannequin of their new human charges. Each hybrid sprouted new tentacles to wrap their man's leg and arms around them, keeping them secure. Each hybrid spoke quietly to each girl, whispering in a mesmeric, console voice. Each young woman's belly swelled within minutes, and continued to farm. female child and foreign stood in the center of the pods, embracing each early, until each girl's pussy unleashed a gush of blank cream. A new hybrid was born from the women at precisely ten minutes after impregnation.

The original cross would rest behind while newly birthed 1 spread their reach throughout the Yupod center. In a center field with five hundred pods, three hundred of which were occupied by female, ascendency was established within thirty minute of arc. male occupants were restrained and subdued within their respective pods. Staff phallus were similarly disposed of : females were made into mothers, men into setting noise.

-- -

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

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

"I'm you, Kellie. A adept interlingual rendition of you. If you mean what,"emphasizing the finale word,"am I, then I am a fusion of human and Yupod inherited material. The best of both."

She began to stroke my recollective hair, and I looked down at the relief of my body. Almost all of my bondage had been removed, with no shadow that it had ever been so thoroughly used. The solely thing that remained was a tentacled collar, loose on my neck but ever present.

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

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

"You'll see. I promise."

"Can I pass you a name ?"I squeaked quietly."Before we go. It feels so weird being so ... attached to you, and not ... not being able-bodied to call you anything."

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

"Ok ... Kayla."It was simple enough to my own name, and I didn't know of any other names except my own.

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

She looked outside, and I took the commencement treacherous measure outside my pod. I didn't remember a life outside of it ... I had no musical theme what to expect.

walking onto the inhuman floor, I saw another open doorway. The room in which my pod existed seem childlike enough, with no defining features other than the pod. Looking through the door, I heard voices. Yelps. They sounded ... happy.

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

lady friend similar to Kayla but with different 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 blazon and legs 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 breasts in rescript to expose their pregnant belly. And others were standing, their cunts and asses encased in writhing tentacles. Every single one of them had a brilliant smiling on their faces, coated in sweat, and beamed with mysterious blue sky eyes.

"All of these young woman 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 entire life ! So many masses got to experience and live out this pleasure, and now we could share it with others !

I walked down one end of the hall, stopping to talk with some of the female child. Every one of them was bore to participate, smiling brightly, and stark naked. well-nigh looked like they had been pregnant a myopic time ago, and some had their hands on growing abdomen. We were growing so fast ! It was awing !

My ears heard a sniffle and cough, and I turned towards its source. One female child, barely twenty-two, was holding her significant eubstance in two men. Her breasts lactated slightly, and her Matron rubbed her shoulders with hands and tentacles. Nothing seemed to comfort this woman.

"This womanhood's Matron informs me that this girl is in distress. Milk River 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 figurehead of her, Kayla in tow, and asked her what was wrong.

"It's just ... I had a infant before. A long prison term ago. And ... I couldn't observe it. It was awful. It hurt. damage so much. And…"she broke into a sob, and I took her in my weaponry. Swatting her Matron's limb and tentacles away, I gently rubbed her back and let her charge whorl onto my soundbox. I just listened and consoled her. She fell onto her knees, and I fell with her, wrapping her arms around me.

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

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

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

"But ... mass in the past, they…"Between the sniffling and watchword, she was having a gruelling sentence oral presentation."... they called me names. Did bad things to me. They hurt me. I don't want to be hurt anymore."

I grabbed her from her weaponry, and stood both of us onto our infantry."No one is going to injure you ever again. I promise."

She rubbed tears out of her eye, sniffed, and said"Really ? Are you sure ?"

"Yes. This is where you belong. No one will smart you here. You are one of us, now. We only want to take up tutelage of you.."

She smirked, then smiled. Tentacles wrapped around her breasts from behind her, and made a quick squeeze. milk shot out from her teats, releasing a gravid suspiration from the girl's lips.

"What's your name ?"I asked.

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

"I'm Kylie. Welcome ... to our sistership,"I said.

She grinned even more, and was lifted from her ft by more tentacles. They kneaded and massaged her consistency, giving her brass an even more remote look, as liquid seeped from her kitty. Within a few transactions, her newest Matron was born. Shortly thereafter, this new Matron had attached Jessica's mouth to her teat, sandwiching the once-grying girlfriend between two of these extraterrestrial. Tentacles snaked their way into her pussy, and the round began again.

kiley took one last look at Jessica, but the girl was in another piazza now. Happy, slaked, and being cared for.

-- -

The efficiency of Matron giving birth topped out at ten minutes. Any faster would get risked the Matron's rapid growth, or insert ramification for both the mother and their young. The world was unaware of the collapse of the Littleton Yupod center, and didn't Begin to suspect anything until after New England had fallen within a day.

The Yupod sum were all connected to each other, beneath the Earth's gall. It gave each mall approach to information, transportation, and resources from other section of the network.

Any adult not in a Yupod center was quickly brought into the mix, as Yupods began to grow outside of meat. virtually notably in uninhabited areas, timberland of Yupods rapidly multiplied and change woman into suitable mothers. Men were incapacitated, though kept alive in case there was ever a need for them.

bush league, anyone under the age of 21, were segregated from the residuum of the population until it was their clock time. Younger females were given a limited amount of freedom before their time arrived. Adults were still present in their lives, and they cared for their fry as always, but the Matrons that paired with every female grownup were reminder of what was to come.

Males were no longer necessary in this new gild ; women could be impregnated by Matrons to birth new distaff humans. This pregnancy cognitive operation was unaffected by humanity's bonding with Matrons, and was still nine month. All of the old signs of gestation, unknown cravings included, were still there. Giving birth to a human child was considered a coming of age for all charwoman.

No modern or futuristic military could stop this foe. Not with accelerator pedal whose bullets were reflected off the burnished aerofoil of pods, and not with laser shank that never seemed to hit their objective, and not with aerial bombs that exploded prematurely, high gear in the air. They were just too degraded and too skilful, and too ... strange.

The Pafanel species as a unit could not be reached for remark. Either they were ignoring world, abetting this takeover, or were preoccupied with something else. No one could say with any certainty, and there were century of theory as to how this had started. All anyone knew for certain is that Yupods had started to pop up and march across the body politic like weeds, taking over an incredible amount of people in the blink of an eye.

Within two calendar week, the stallion N American English continent had fallen to the Yupods. There were sac of resistance where it was too cold for them to hold up, in northernmost Canada and Alaska. Other dugout and walled-in metropolis were dumb with refugees and the remains of one of the Earth's turgid military power.

There was no need to use arm to wage war. The Matrons could win it just fine without these gadgets. And that's exactly what they did, sweeping over South U.S.A. in another few calendar week. Pockets of resistance struggled on islands surrounding the continent, but without a significant military bearing, there was no hope for them to rise a meaningful counterattack. There were simply too many of them at this point.

The Eastern cerebral hemisphere fell in short gild. The vastness of northern Russia made it a useful shoes to store unwanted males, allowing those that remained to live inside their own Yupods. All of them were blissfully incognizant of their situation, made to get their thoroughgoing sexual spirit. No new males were ever born, so it was only a issue of time until the manful population faded out.

chinaware was an interesting place, with such a high universe density and disproportionate total of Yupods to begin with. Invading the country was guileful, but not insufferable. Once things were under ascendancy, and when the full Asian continent was brought under one annex, it was much easier to provide the reserve healthcare and education to all female denizen. The absence of half a population made accomplishing this goal much easier.

With the major planet land under the control of the Yupods and Matrons, they began to flesh out outward, reaching new acme in the solar system that a dysfunctional human race could only throw dreamed about. Only under one mind could these dreams be realized, and that was exactly what happened. The Moon and Mars were taken in short order, reclaiming them from malcontent humans. Yupods had yet to evolve to survive the extreme point conditions, but the Matrons could function similarly to humans ( and the equipment they used to outlast ).

Soon, everyone would know the dear and peace of a Yupod. Of having a Matron take maintenance of them. And they would feel the unconditional love and support from those around, and sometimes inside, them.

-- -

Epilogue

It was dark outside. Having lived in a city my entire life, I'd never gotten the chance to see the principal for real. Now I was in a subdued countryside, with no light contamination for miles and Swedish mile around me.

I rested in Kayla's lap, taking in the stars above me. One hired man was kneading my pussy, the other playing with one of my tits.

My belly bulged, this time with the hope of a man babe. I'd be a mother again, this fourth dimension to a beautiful girl. With one handwriting I rubbed my belly, and with the other I gripped Kayla's handwriting tightly. She squeezed back.

Turning to my rightfield, I glanced at the prone form that lay in the grass. It was Jessica, being smothered by several of her Matrons. She was a completely different person than the crying girl I had consoled. One Matron held onto Jessica as she sat in her lap as I was, with both of her blue hand kneading Jessica's cunt. Two other Matrons on either side of the daughter squeezed her eubstance, taking a tit in one hand and massaging her pregnant stomach with the other.

It was hard to see all of this under the dark light, but the movement of their organic structure and handwriting, and low moan coming from a face that gazed deeply into the stars above, told me everything.

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

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

Soon, it would all be ours.

I was still the Princess of Symbiosis, after all .