Contact with alien life didn't really change peoples'living so drastically as they make out in Koran. Considering how often metre it takes for communicating to happen across the lightyears, and even longer to actually act things from one property to the next, there was a big gap between First Contact ( FC as everyone calls it ) and there actually being any complication from it. All the religious and culture freaks went on and on about the end of the reality and coming to footing with their god ( s ), but it died down when nothing really happened in the first year or so. It wasn't until around five years after FC that the first foreigner actually came to Earth ... or, at least, the Moon, where our atmosphere wouldn't kill them. We had to get around out the big spacesuits to moonwalk and meet our node face-to-face.

Even calling it opposite isn't quite set aside. What we would ring a face was a dark raft of hide, tendrils, and something that vaguely looked like ears. Every projection screen and television in the world was trained on these puppet, and no one really knew what they were looking at. Star Wars, District 9, and avatar had ill-prepared human beings to confront the fact that aliens couldn't have two eyes and a mouth.

Surprisingly, these aliens were not that far ahead of our twenty-second century technology. Earth had been leaving the planet and exploring the solar system for the past two decades ; this alien backwash, who called themselves the Pafanel, had been doing it for the past half 100. To the Pafanel, this was the same sum of sentence it took for their youthful ones to learn to walk ( or, in their case, ice-cream soda slightly above the surface, assuming Moon gravitational force. ) They could speak our linguistic communication, having received wayward artificial satellite signals that had been sent from earthly concern long ago. Carl Sagan made the right outcry here, that's for sure.

humanity as a race had made surprisingly novel and unique forward motion in physics and mathematics that transcended most early races that the Pafanel had come into middleman with, and earned the sincere regard of our extraterrestrial being visitors. In exchange for a ( translated ) dialogue and transferral of knowledge, the extraterrestrial would bring gifts to increase the health and prosperity of humans and the planet Earth.

One such giving was the Youthfullness Pod, or Yupods. These chambers were used by the Pafanel to maintain their age ( or want of it ), destress in times of physical and mental exhaustion, and allow them to savour a private yet intimate experience to their liking. The Yupods were organism that acted as individuals, yet were connected on some stratum to a key heart. It wasn't a idea in the sense that animals had a mind or upper storey thinking : every pod was an telephone extension of the Saame entity, and human scientists weren't quite sure how any of it worked.

For humans, these Yupods were free of use. The being themselves cultivated and fed off the excess energy given off by us, with even more energy being expelled during human action of sex and pleasure. This energy, not understood or measurable by homo skill ( and only marginally so by Pafanel technology ), was consumed by the Yupod and imbued back onto its capable, removing disease, illness, and scars. It slowed down the aging clock, giving us all more clip to do whatever we wanted.

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

Which leads me to today. accession to Yupods was forbidden to those under the age of 21. It was considered too risky, and early cases of nestling using one weren't great. Imagine giving a sixteen year old daughter, just going through puberty, her own little sex sleeping room. Kids came back from these pods half-asleep, sexed up and craving it like a sot. It did not bode well with parents.

Even adults who spent just a small measure of time in these fuel pod left the Yupod centers in a sleepy, almost sottish state of idea. It was another understanding to always have a designated driver if you wanted to go, since you might not be able to get home easily once you did your line of work. People tended to go in groups and elect one person to repulse everyone back base after it was all said and done. Me, as the untested someone in my friend grouping, was almost always given the bang-up duty to beat back a car broad of sexually drunk college students back to our apartment.

They paid me handsomely, and I've had some amazing sex with some of my drunken flush. Boys and female child alike, often Thomas More than one at a sentence. They reek of sex and hormone after a unit of ammunition in the Yupods. Everyone does.

Now, however, it was my turn to generate it a try. My twenty-first birthday had been a workweek ago, which was an incredible weekend on its own. Today, I was set up to take it to a altogether new floor. I had a small bag of personal effects, carefully chosen to make this an experience I would never forget.

I came to the Yupod sum alone ; I wanted to totally savour this without needing to babysit individual, or have them babysit me. I left body of work early today, and had nothing but a lazy Sabbatum tomorrow. I could relish this without worrying about oversleeping or feeling drowsy in the morning.

I stood outside the large, retiring building. Hesitating. On the exterior, it looked like a cookie-cutter office building, with four floors, a with child reception area, a parking lot, and a lawn around the position. Only the signaling, Yupod Center : Greater Littleton Area, provided a steer as to what happened behind its doors. I'd needed to Quran an fitting for my inaugural fourth dimension, to fill up out some paperwork and learn how it all worked. These places were stricter than the most popular club : no one I knew had ever managed to get in with a imitation ID. They were thrown out quickly, and repetition offenders were fined heavily, sometimes even arrested. It was not something I wanted to put on the line, though that doesn't mean I didn't fantasize about it once in a patch. But now, I had the chance to do this for genuine. No emphasis, no anxiety.

So what was I waiting for ?

I took a recondite breath, and stepped through the entrance of the building, admiring its champaign and unassuming decor. The merely clue that something was different was the waiting arena, with long couches and recliners. Its inhabitant looked like incredibly sleepy and tired, and a few were even snoring. Some had their manus beneath their gasp, gently masturbating. I looked away sharply and walked towards the front desk.

"Hi, I'm here for my predilection. I made an engagement online ?"I said timidly, watching the secretaire spirit from her computer in response to my voice. She looked cheery, but also tired, as if she had been staring at her calculator cover all night.

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

"kiley Emerson,"I said, as I got my ID out of my wallet. The secretaire took my ID, fed it through a machine, and waited for a light"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. individual will be with you shortly to show you around. Have a fun inaugural meter !"Again, her voice sounded bubbly and cherubic, but subdued like she just woke up. Her eye were also partly closed, and a panoptic smiling crept across her lips. Something in the air, maybe ?

I took my ID batting order back, thanked the secretary, and walked down the hallway. I wasn't able to hear it before, but now I could hear the low haphazardness of the Yupods all around me. As I got further and further along, I could learn hearable yelps and screams interracial with the squelching, squishing audio of the cod. 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 threshold that absorbed most of the speech sound I made as I walked. Only a humble measure of speech 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 snappy than his colleague, and explained to me the basics of the Yupod shopping mall. I would give birth up to two hr in a I pod to myself, as this was my first sentence. Once I became acquainted with the pods, I could stay on for increasingly longer menses of time, topping out at five.

My scout walked me through a hologram of what the elbow room would search like, including where I could stay fresh my belongings, charge my telephone, alert the pore stave, or pass the elbow room in the event of an exigency. It was a very spacious room, with a big 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 sentence for interrogative sentence, I asked how durable and strong the Yupods were.

"They're self healing and can spring back from pretty much anything. Something would let to happen to the central mental capacity for it to permanently affect any of the seedcase. Not only do they flow off of our sexual energy, but they also learn from us. The Yupods can get tougher over time if we're being jolting 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 human race, we haven't yet had a trouble with any pod acting out of twist. The Pafanels visit every marrow at to the lowest degree once a year, which isn't a long metre to them, to make for certain that everything is behaving. It's totally safe."He had a dreamy face in his eyes, as if remembering something that made him happy. And, were his pants… ?

"But plenty 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 true, though. I could feel my mammilla start to perk up a little.

"Excellent ! I'll be taking you to one of our best fuel pod ; 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 commemorate. Nonetheless, I broke into a jog to go along up with him. He paused at a threshold, and entered a PIN into the console. He exposed his right eye to a retina scanner, and waited until the doorway slid out-of-doors to our left.

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

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

My face broke out into a grinning, 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 next two hours even more amazing.

A dildo harness fumbled between my manpower. It would riddle me in both my vagina and my ass. I'd only jade this a few times 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 mark new, still smelling of plastic and latex, and I had no idea how this was going to work. But I lay that down on the side, too.

The last-place thing I grabbed was a vibrator. It could insert itself into the hollow space of my dildo harness, letting me sense the vibrations while also getting penetrated. Also brand-new. I inserted the vibrator into the dildo, but didn't turn it on yet. Wanted to bring through the battery for later ...

My shorts and panties fell to the floor in quick work. I'd considered not wearing scanty at all, but didn't have the braveness to do it yet. My shirt and bra were discarded into the Sami chain reactor of clothes, and my socks and hairband met a exchangeable fate.

I plugged my telephone into the render charger, and set an alarm to go off in two hours. That guide said he'd be back to pick me up, but I didn't quite trust him to comply through. This would draw trusted I, and the Yupod, would be alerted when it was time to call it quits. My friend Yasmine knew to pick me up, too, and she'd been here many sentence before. She'd also be able to talk to the stave and get them to cut the cord.

I took a deep breath, and grabbed the dildo harness. Wrapping it around my shank, I gently pushed the dildos inside, feeling their penetration and voluminousness interior of me. I was not a unknown to having things inside me, but this still felt a little curious every time. I wrapped the strap around my English, and heard a satisfying click to confirm its snugness.

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

The Yupod shopping centre were pretty flexible about people bringing stuff with them to playact with. As long as they didn't bring any weapons, or something that could cause them ( or the pod ) to get hurt, anything was fair game. The seedcase would restrain individuals who tried to bring something dangerous, and subdue them until the staff arrived. It was a reasonably effective surety organisation. At the same prison term, whatever items you planned on using were at your own risk.

One of my friends once brought teat clinch on a mountain chain. I still think of driving her home, a one-half defenseless college lady friend 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 soundbox one last meter. I was not a sexual object by any means : an average tail end, small-scale ( but not matte ) bosom, not-too-wide coxa, and a good grinning. Not someone who would make your chief turn of events, but someone who you'd linger on if I caught their attention for some other reason. I was glad with how I looked, though. No gunpoint being sad.

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

It was a twist mass of depressed flesh and constitutive matter. It didn't look messy or disorganized at all, but pulsated rhythmically, almost like a blink of an eye. organic fertilizer coils reached through the flooring 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 brain

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

There is a lot that your Friend have not told you. I can feel that already.

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

"Yes, I can. It is much easier to pass on this way than to use ... mouths, as you call them. My specie does not have a concept for the oral exam transmission of Holy Scripture. We speak with each former through our minds."

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

"In my species ... the concept of a closed book does not exist. All info is shared, as I am just one aspect of a much orotund whole. It does not cook sense for me to have sex something that no other lengthiness of me should."

That would explain what the guy said about it being smart. But what did it mean by"much prominent altogether"... ?

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

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

flexure appeared in the organic fertiliser bulwark of the pod, and they peeled themselves back to allow me incoming. I took a careful step onto the squashy control surface, expecting to slip on its wet 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 storey of the pod, giving everything a cold-shoulder glow before peaking at the top. It had looked like an inverted lightbulb.

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

Now that we have settled the subject of you entering my domain, I will set out exploring your thinker and body to understand how safe to inspection and repair you this evening.

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

You are here to meet liberalization and pleasure. I am also here to act as a ... respiration chemical mechanism for your mental and strong-arm stress. In purchase order to do that, I must know more than about you in order to accomplish this goal.

Without warning, several sarcoid tentacles appeared and grabbed my limbs. Raising me off the ground, even more tentacles appeared to grope and grab every inch of my body. I hadn't even had time to oppose to them grabbing me : I was a small fish in a big net, caught in this onset of virtuoso. If I wasn't so hornlike and turned on, I'd be screaming for my life story. As it was, my breath came out in halted gasps of pleasure.

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

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

There was a pause, as two new tentacles appeared from the paries. These were unlike than the others : rather than being one fleshly limb, like a big finger, these tendrils had much finer control and looked almost like a hand. Except where there would be five finger's breadth, there was instead five cut tentacles.

They exposed the hollow portions of the dildos that penetrated me, and I could find air haste 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 starting time to use a gimmick like this.

The voice rang in my head again, calmer but louder this time. I could hear 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 set of small tendrils combine into one large one. The shape of the tentacles changed to adapt to the empty space of the dildo. What was once empty-bellied was now full-of-the-moon, making me squirm even more.

Now in ascendency of my crotch and ass, they began a gentle pulsing of heat and vibration. pulse. pulse. Pulse. The adept were too a lot for me to process. I was madly humping the air, bucking wildly against my two-fold lovers.

I was in such a heating system that I didn't see the Lapp outgrowth happen to my gag dildo. Though it was right-hand in strawman 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 rima oris, and had to adjust to breath out of my nozzle while the dildo settled in my mouth. I nearly choked on the dildo before I started breathing forcefully out of my nose.

The shoulder strap to the gag were attached to the book binding of my top dog, securing it in stead. A strong warmth filled my head, causing my body to thrash. I felt my first sexual climax coming in strong, and could do aught to stop it from crashing over me.

Except it didn't happen. Right before the wave hit, it collapsed on top of itself, denying me such unbelievable pleasure. The pulsing stopped, I stopped feeling as hot, and was simply held in place for a while. I writhed violently in my restraints, desperate for moderation and comfort. I moaned around the gag in my sass, using my hands to try and shove it in and out. But there was no give. My puss and ass were denied to me, victims of my own design. Trying to claw my way under the harness, I heard the pod's vocalization 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, pasty liquid shoot down my pharynx. There wasn't a gob in this dildo that I knew of ... Had the pod created it ?

Almost instantly, I felt much more relaxed, calming down my body and letting my limbs relax. I was lowered to the ground, where I sat on my keister, still connected to the pod. A low vibration began to fill my crotch, and I took a mystifying breathing place at the sensation.

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

I watched as two more thin tentacles, these having even more tendrils and less thickness to them, approached my tit and remove the piercings from my tit. As each piercing left my nipple, Small tentacles filled the distance formerly occupied by my piercing. heavy rings were formed on top of my bosom.

I felt tickling sensations as they writhed in my nipple, 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 boobs swayed up and down, in time with the front of the tentacles that had them in their vice.

Up and down, left to correct, up and down, left to redress, it was almost hypnotic ... rhythmic ... unceasing. A pulling at my hair woke me from my grogginess, alerting me to the untangling of the tress I had put it in so carefully beforehand. My black hair fell past my shoulders, resting on my back, before countless tentacles collected it and raised it to my eye point. My foreland 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 eubstance, and I felt a mob of hair rest on my breasts, shoulder blades, and back. Hairs had stuck themselves around the tiny tendrils, and though I couldn't see what was happening, I felt an indescribable sensation throughout so much of my hair. Two tentacles took care to tuck my hair behind my auricle, removing it from in front of my face.

A acuate tightening caught me off safeguard, almost causing me to pass 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 fuzz and tentacles now seemed to circle my neck, solving my inordinateness fuzz problem. This ring continued to adjust and tighten around me, and I could find more and more of my haircloth becoming part of this vice.

When it stopped moving, I felt it tighten gently one last prison term. Not enough to go me, but enough for me to always experience its bearing. A yearn tentacle extended from somewhere unseen, connecting to the front of my hair ring. It was tugged, and my organic structure 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 control of, with nothing I could say or do about my own dead body except experience everything that was happening to it.

Coming to this realization was like breaking the emergency shabu and yanking the lever in one gesture. 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 thing happened in my mouth, with Sir Thomas More ferocity and strength. My bosom were pulled and tweaked this way and that, with my nipples caught in a bind. My taking into custody brimmed with warmth and strength, alternating between something short of a coke and a light adhesive friction.

I orgasmed and convulsed violently, collapsing onto my slope as I lost control over my body. Every limb thrashed and pulled against my bonds, meeting with infrangible resistance in some post and add up freedom in others. My arms were kept to my position, but my rose hip and branch were allowed to spiral against the huge penetration in my lower dead body. I lost cognisance in a tsunami of joy, not able-bodied or willing to fight the current.

-- -

She is the one. This child will be a Deliverer, a materfamilias, and a the Nazarene. It could not be more true. It is now necessary to make the necessary cooking to ensure success in this enterprise. 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 server rendering : 3.6.12

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

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

$ rs-ds133262 : primary quill > db.guests.remove ( { name : ‘ Kylie Emerson ’, city : ‘ Littleton ’, state : ‘ USA'} ) ;

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

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

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

$ rs-ds133262 : primary > exit

> bye

-- -

Saint James was doing some body of work on his laptop when he got an netmail notification, marked"Important"in the apprisal. Clicking on it, he got the incredible news that his two month vacation had finally been approved, and was effective immediately ! And it was paid vacation, too ! He could finally take his girlfriend to see Mars, something she'd wanted for her natal day for a while. They had been waiting to buy tickets on the side by side spaceflight until he could get some time off. And today was his favourable day.

Doing a quick hunt on the Internet, he saw that the next spaceflight would be leaving the following evening at 7 PM ! It was perfect ! He got up from his desk and dialed his girlfriend. By the time he walked out of the midpoint, she was already hopping on her estimator to buy the just the ticket and varnish the deal. There were two smudge left !

Twenty-four 60 minutes later, St. James the Apostle and his girlfriend would be boarding a space travel bound for March. The trip still took a spell, even with alien technology, and communication in outer quad between non-planetary object had not yet been perfected. As a result, James and his fiancee would be totally off the power system for at least a week. And if there were asteroids, solar flair, or other preventive, it meant it would guide even longer for substance from earthly concern to ever get hold of him.

-- -

Tendrils snaked from outside of kylie 's pod and reached for her phone. The pod knew kiley far adept than she knew herself. There was no such affair as"too lots data"to it ... which didn't stop it from knowing that Kylie had no password on her earpiece. She was too trusting.

Tendrils rapidly worked their way through her headphone's SMS app, and sent a single schoolbook content to Yasmine. They did not have a concept of sight, but could sense the colors and Light Within on the screen and understand what they said and meant. This was not the first-class honours degree sentence they had needed to use a smartphone.

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

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

Upon reception and recognition of the school text, Kylie's headphone was powered down and placed back on the workbench. 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 intemperately time remembering what had happened ... I was in a Yupod Center, I got into my pod, but then what ? I didn't dip asleep on the floor. At least, I don't think so. Trying to see around me, I noticed that everything looked a picayune blurry, and I moved my handwriting to clean the crust out of my eyes.

That is, I tried to move my right hand. But it didn't want to stir from its position behind me. Feeling around, I felt both of my sleeve in a longsighted armbinder, wrapping up to below my shoulder capital. Testing the forte, I felt at relaxation knowing I was secure. I also tried to reposition around my torso, but was met with standardized resistance.

Blinking furiously to straighten out my vision, I looked down at my body to figure things out. bluing tentacles secured my thighs to what looked like some sort of chair, with my legs set at my human knee. My pes were encased in the Saami organic material that surrounded me. I could feel that they weren't touching the level, and that they were wholly encased by tentacles, like a boot.

I suddenly began to commemorate what had happened, and relaxed again. I felt my harness, gag, piercings, and collar on my consistency. The only affair I could really travel was my oculus, 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 taste buds and gag instinctive reflex. It felt warm up and sticky as it made its way into my body, where it rested in my belly. My bitch and ass were receiving similar handling, being receptacles for this fond fluid.

I drank it graciously, grateful for any kind of stimulation to get rid of my boredom. Now that I was awake, I was becoming alerting and restless. I came here to loose and enjoy myself, not sit in a death chair and-

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

My thoughts were interrupted by the gaudy trespass of a voice, the pod's voice, in my head word. I felt tentacles shift around me, and saw respective follow to the nerve center of my sight. At their tips blinked delicate people of colour that rotated through the color bicycle, slowly swirling and rotating. Swirling and rotating, swirling…

I felt my body still itself on mastery, as if my body was asked to go to the lav, not bothering to go through the encephalon. Tentacles attached themselves to the compensate maw, or were already there, and I did my byplay. They remained bond once I was done, establishing their ascendency over yet another aspect of me.

metre passed, and my mentation grew silence. I breathed deeply through my nose, looked at the swirling Inner Light, swallowed the tentacle's liquid, felt its downright vice on me, and heard their squishing and campaign all around. It was calming. Soothing. Peaceful.

I closed my eyes, and opened them. I was now lifted off the footing, my stage pulled to either face 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 control to this creature, and was now just along for the ride.

Blink. Thin tendrils pulled at my kitty-cat lip, loose from having been stuffed for so long, and kept them spread, revealing my clit.

Blink. Now my clit was being wrapped by delicate strands and pierced, forming another connection to my body. Several fibril, almost like wires, played in my unwrap kitty-cat, and I couldn't assistant but agitate and thrash about at the sensation.

nictitation. 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 coxa and connected to my son of a bitch, which was penetrated by an incredibly magnanimous dildo/tentacle. I couldn't see what it was, only that they were much expectant than my old dildos. One was plugging my asshole, delivering a constant watercourse of the pod's liquid, and the early was secured in my urethra, which would necessitate care of me having to go to the bathroom.

Blink. Transparent cupful attached themselves to my boobs and were causing them to release Milk. At to the lowest degree, that's what I thought it was, as I couldn't smell or taste it. It came out in a aristocratic but constant stream, being taken away by two tentacles. My boobs had gone up by a few cup size, and were now slightly larger than pineapples.

Blink. I stood on the base now, my hand unrestrained and fingering my wet cunt. A crown of tentacles ringed around the top of my nous, with two covering and entering my spike. This drowned out all former sound, and restricted what I was capable to hear. My crownwork connected along the spinal column of my head to connect with my collar.

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

But I didn't tactile property scared. I had been so upset coming here, but now I felt loosen and at ease. I didn't need to make decisions or worry about what was going to happen next ; it was all parting of a grander plan that I didn't need to sharpen on. thing would happen the way they were meant to.

A vivid affectionateness took over me, and my happiness caused my body to answer in several ways. My breasts lactated at a much higher rate, shooting out liquid that would be taken away. My puss squirted a extensive spray down below, drenching my thighs and stifle with its fierceness. Tentacles all across my body pulsed with warmth, alternating their tightness and touching every column inch of my dead body. I came to a enceinte orgasm, not even flinching or recoiling from the effect of it.

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

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

This voice felt much different than it did before ; it was far clearer and louder, like this mortal was in the pod with me, instead of just being an replication. 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 role of me. It is share of your Connecting to me. You are the first of many."

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

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

Images of poorness, starvation, clime alteration, and more flashed through my caput. I wasn't sure if they were my own thoughts, or if someone was putting them in my head. The humans was a dark station, and world like me were not doing a trade good job of keeping it in soma. Why else would we be aggressively travelling to outer space ? To get away from the mess here.

I thought back to images on the internet and in textbooks of putting surface wood, rolling mountainside, and peaceable nature. With not enough space for people to live, there was very petty of it left. My parents used to say me all about it, and testify me photos and video from when they got to play around in big lakes and bracing snow. It just made me languish for it even more, knowing it was out of my reach.

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

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

Some contribution of me felt like I should be shocked and angry. Shocked that I was chosen out of way too many the great unwashed, angry that this thing wants me to cuckold everyone and everything I ever knew.

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

Memories of a atrocious puerility came to my head, and an even worse college experience reared its point. Why was I thinking about this stuff now, all of a sudden ?

"Your mind is trying to tell you to do what's right hand. You already be intimate what you must do, but the rational number division 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 normal. And what you can be is even greater."

I thought about this for a few moments. I wasn't sure what to suppose anymore. Would this thing even let me go if I said no ? Probably not. I'd never be able-bodied to have enjoyable sex again, not with the United States Department of State I'm in.

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

"Have you made up your mind ?"

I closed my eyes, and took a oceanic abyss breath through my nose. I pried the dildo gag from my mouth, pulling its integral length from my sass. gabardine, unenviable liquid state dripped onto my case and exposed boob. It smelled creamy and pungent, like Milk River but a lot more vivid. There was initial resistance to my grip, but it soon relaxed and let go of my cheek. My entire jaw hurt from the deepthroating it had been through. The dildo continued to pump liquid state onto my chest and then the floor.

Dildo still in hand, I lowered it to my scupper cunt, 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 firstly words I had spoken aloud in a while, and my voice was very dry and cracked."Please. Take me."

A great bearing swept over me. I could sense a majuscule ... something, sweeping over my body. It wasn't simply heat, it was something so indomitable and keen that words couldn't describe it at all.

I felt it in my intellect too, as it was the shoemaker's last theatrical role of me that needed to be opened to this invasive being. I knew what it was looking at in my own head, like my psyche was a bookshelf to browse through. It seemed as though my pod wanted to instruct a lot Thomas More about manhood, particularly females. I literally saw my life flash before my eyes, as retention were brought up and play back. Some were preserved, and others were simply thrown away, unimportant.

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

A heavy mellowness filled my womb, 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 significant, and I continued to slowly stretch outwards.

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

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

"Your nous now belongs to me. Your body is ready for the adjacent phase."

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

The cup on my boobs detached at this clock time, though my piercings remained and Milk dribbled from my nipples. Feeling them with my hands, I squeezed them both and shot a flow of my Milk River into my typeface, accidentally tasting some of it. My breastmilk tasted amazing, and I held one tit up to my backtalk while the other absent-mindedly played with my other nipple and lactated.

I waited for the same affair to pass off in my target, but both dildos remained firmly affixed. I hadn't yet earned that right.

However, I did feel a tingling on top of my oral sex, which suddenly stopped. I saw a convoluted batch of tentacles in one eye, and lowered my knocker from my mouth to get a effective look.

Though it looked confusing at first, I realized it to be a crown. A crown that would adorn my hair. It was intricately designed, symmetric to the side, centered around a bright depressed mass in its middle. My slit flared up in happiness, letting out a river of my juices, and I felt it stay again on top of my read/write head. Two new tentacles came down from my crown and pierced the top of my ear and my earlobes, keeping it securely fastened to me.

It felt so dependable and so right for all of this to pass off to me. I was grinning from ear to ear, and simply relished in the ten thousand of physical wizard I was experiencing. I never wanted it to stop, and I couldn't imagine my animation without this. Come to think of it, I couldn't commend a life not like this. I knew there was something outside the rampart 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 pulse and ricochet around it. I gazed at it aimlessly, calmed by the display, as my hands wandered and found their way back to my cunt. My metrical foot guided themselves to a throne that waited for me on the inverse side of the pod. My eyes remained firmly fixed above me as my torso marched forward, then turned around and sat down. I felt some of the tentacles on my consistency fuse with those in my chair, and new one came to hold onto me.

I felt calmer, more loosen up, like I was in a monster hug. My center hadn't left the swirling and glimmering lights above me. My jaw hung across-the-board open in awe at the display.

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

All other thoughts 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 persona of me, and had full control. However, my thinker and body needed to be kept separate from the residuum of it in purchase order to execute its grand excogitation. 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 race and human beings, and will be among the eminent royalty."

"Royalty ... a queen ?"The thought came to me suddenly, and there was a break after I said it aloud. I had very short retentivity of Saligh taking this long to think about anything ... It was normally passably quick.

"You are a character of a much greater whole,"it finally replied."Your region in this imposing design can not be understated. But you must always think that you are part of something prominent. That there are those above you, no topic how potent 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 moving ridge of joy, 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 alive and being loved. I couldn't look away from the crinkly brightness if I wanted to, and it was in this position that I fell asleep…

-- -

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

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

Yasmine smiled, and send a quick school text back :"don't have too much fun ! see u soon."Turning up to her electronic computer, she put her phone away and thought zip of the conversation.

On the other side of meat of town, kylie's Yupod had taken mastery of her phone, and sent out this last-place school text message. It was the piece in keeping kylie here for thirster than was normal. 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 airstream, their fundamental interaction with the Pafanels, and why it was metre for a change.

Her centre were vacant, large and disconsolate, seeing nix but swirling Light. Her thorax, filled with the pod's breeding material, shifted with her deep breathing. foreigner milk dribbled from her pussy and onto the chair, while loving cup captured her stream of breastmilk. Liquid continued to be pumped into her consistency through her SOB, and bodily waste was taken precaution of by a firmly-attached tentacle.

It had been three hours since kylie first stepped foot inside the pod. The construct of metre had become lost to Kylie. Instead, she lived through every present moment she was awake for, ready for the next opportunity to hold out and serve up her Owner.

Kylie smiled in her eternal rest. She came, her body shaking only slightly as her jam let out her liquid state in spurt for a few seconds. Then they resumed their usual gait, venting Milk from a body waiting to release something new into the world.

-- -

In former Yupods throughout the Littleton core, there was a shift. A flimsy pause, almost as if they had momentarily been distracted by something. For almost all occupants, this pod went unnoticed, as they were too busy with themselves to agnise it or deal. Some occupier, who were taking it either very slow or very fast, noticed a sudden reluctance which lasted no farsighted than two seconds. Though they were confused and unsure of what had happened, their headache were swept away once the tentacles resumed their delegacy. Whatever that meant to the individual.

Deep below the nub, tentacles and obscure being swirled and moved and gyrated. They had grown restless and anxious, waiting for the meter when they could see the sun again. And now they knew that their delegation, their function, was coming.

These being, many in number and simple in thought, understood what needed to be done. Concentrating and collecting in one place, they sent their muscularity to one pod far above them, where she would soon give way to something amazing.

-- -

I woke up suddenly, alert and encompassing awake. Something in my judgement recognized the demand to be awake for what was about to chance, and I responded. I didn't even have a say in the manner ... my body just obeyed. I felt a strong heaving, a prominent object trying to exit my soundbox through my sopping wet cunt. I reflexively pushed down, trying to get it out.

There was no pain in this process. There couldn't have been : I was so glad and glad that part of my function for being was coming to passing play : being a mother to something vex. 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 panting, and a plash of liquid shot out from my bitch. The pressure felt groovy, and my hand began to spasm. Tentacles found their way into my palms, and I gripped them tightly, holding on.

Another heaving. I couldn't see over the lump in my belly, but I heard a loud squelching dissonance. I assumed it could only experience come from me. I continued to urge on down on it as the squelching persist in and got louder.

I felt one last push, and felt a declamatory pop ! Every brawniness in my torso relaxed, and I fell down from my el DoS to stare at the ceiling 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 tearing sound, tentacles inserting something into my slit, and then retreating.

And then I saw her. Or, I saw myself, if I had sky blue sky skin and ocean blue center. We were alike in many slipway. The same hair, same jaw line, same consistency material body. But sure characteristic were unlike. Every sexual facet of her body-build had been exaggerated and enlarged. Two massive boobs hung from her breast, an hourglass form with wide pelvis, a hairless cunt, and lips that were made for kissing and sucking. I could even tell that she was tall, lots taller than me.

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

"I hear your discombobulation,"she spoke aloud,"and I'm sorry that this is concerning to you. You must unlax now."Her English language was gross, and she spoke the Christian Bible aloud. No beaming-words-into-my-head. But she could still read my creative thinker and thoughts.

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

Tentacles appeared from her twat and ass, and grabbed my consistency. They pulled me to my feet, and brought my mouth exactly onto one of her nipples. I sucked on it instinctively, and was rewarded with thick, creamy milk. Tentacles from somewhere on her trunk dug into my snatch and ass.

There was so very much pleasure, and so a good deal sensation ... her hands dug into my back and pushed my body into hers even more. I looked up at her, noticing she was much magniloquent than me. Her oculus beamed, noticing my pleasure and felicity, and she smiled.

"It's all rightfield. You can loose now. That's all you'll ever have to do forever ..."she said. Her part was hypnotizing, meretricious, erotic. I had a difficult metre focusing on sucking her tit when she spoke, and lost compactness on it. She took my head in her hands and reoriented me to the former teat, which I gladly took in my mouth.

There was a ace in my twat, and I felt tentacles up against my uterus. There was a pumping, and I felt my belly meet up again with the source of another tike. So soon ? I couldn't wait to bring life to even Thomas More of these amazing women…

Tentacles took my weaponry and wrapped them around the back of this lady friend. Others took my legs and did the Lapp. My custodian ... I could only think of her that way ... stroked my hair and rubbed my cover. I stared into her middle, brimming with pulsing blue brightness, and felt my dead body let out a round of golf of Milk before I fell asleep again.

-- -

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

kiley was keep on asleep as she gave birth to More loan-blend. These hybrids had evolved from the best of their ancestors : though they still represented small pieces of a large corporate, they could cogitate for themselves, improvise, solve problems, and appear mostly man. Except for their spicy cutis, haircloth, and eyes. Their feature represented the visor of female sexuality, and released pheromones that would lay down any homo 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 1st of the hybrids, her nates and vagina extended outwards to countenance access when new hybrids were born. The birthing process had been improved and made more effective, now that Kylie's body was used to it, and she could make parturition to a new cross every twelve minutes.

Yet she slumbered, resting her chief in the breasts of her materialisation. It was meter to enlarge and maturate beyond these bulwark, and it was only possible because of her. The cross, nameless for now, set out to accomplish their goal.

Eight of the crossbreed moved to the shopping mall of the pod, holding hired man with each early. Tentacles from the floor wrapped around their legs, climbing their way up each of their body, 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 versatile connection and larger being that connected the soul pod to the center of it all. pod did not connect with other pods except through here. It was comparable to a human brain, but not exactly.

The loan-blend moved along the connection to their final examination destination : another Yupod with a female captivated inside it. hoi polloi used Yupods for varying intellect : some to let out physical tenseness, most to get a quick piece of tail, others to find person to vent and blow some steam. The one common trait was that they were all inside of their cod, focused on the part in their head, and unaware of their surroundings.

Eight unlike females were caught off guard duty by the entrance of a blue-skinned female in their pod. Eight dissimilar females found their mouths affixed firmly to a turgid knocker, Milk River gushing inside their mouths. Eight dissimilar female felt everything become quiet, focusing their tending only on the down in the mouth eyes of this majestic being. Eight different female person had tentacles quickly enter their cunt and unleash a load of alien milk, elevating them to untold story of pleasure.

Each of them thrashed violently against their captor, but the hybrid wrapped their strong arms around the class of their new human bang. Each hybrid sprouted new tentacles to wrap their human's pegleg and subdivision around them, keeping them secure. Each loanblend spoke quietly to each little girl, whispering in a hypnotic, console vocalism. Each girl's belly swelled within minute, and continued to farm. Girl and extraterrestrial being stood in the center of the pods, embracing each other, until each little girl's pussy unleashed a gush of white cream. A new hybrid was born from the adult female at precisely ten instant after fertilization.

The pilot crossbreed would stay behind while newly birthed single spread their reach throughout the Yupod center. In a center field with five one C seedpod, three hundred of which were occupied by females, control was established within XXX minutes. Male occupier were restrained and subdued within their various seedpod. Staff fellow member were similarly disposed of : female were made into female parent, men into background knowledge noise.

-- -

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

Something was wrapped around my hip. I glanced up into the aspect of my ... I wasn't sure what to shout her. Was she my child ? girl ? Something else ?

"I'm you, Kellie. A better version of you. If you mean what,"emphasizing the last word of honor,"am I, then I am a fusion of human being and Yupod hereditary material. The dear of both."

She began to stroke my long whisker, and I looked down at the rest of my trunk. Almost all of my slavery had been removed, with no trace that it had ever been so thoroughly used. The sole thing that remained was a tentacled pinch, 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 presence of my pod was opened. I had never been exterior before, and I was scared. And what did what face like ? Everyone ? What was going on ?

"You'll see. I promise."

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

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

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

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

She looked outside, and I took the first perfidious footstep outside my pod. I didn't remember a life outside of it ... I had no approximation what to expect.

Walking onto the common cold floor, I saw another open doorway. The room in which my pod existed appear simple enough, with no defining features former than the pod. Looking through the room access, I heard part. Yelps. They sounded ... glad.

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

missy standardised to Kayla but with unlike features waited patiently for me. Every one of them held a human female in its frailty, though in varying positions. Some daughter had their blazonry and legs wrapped around their Matron forcibly, their sassing attached to a blue teat and eagerly drinking milk. Some were similarly restrained, though facing away from the breasts in Order to break their significant bellies. And others were standing, their cunts and asses encased in writhing tentacles. Every single one of them had a bright smile on their faces, coated in sweat, and beamed with cryptic blue eyes.

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

This was amazing ! I'd never been happier in my entire life-time ! So many hoi polloi got to get and live out this pleasure, and now we could contribution it with others !

I walked down one end of the hallway, stopping to lecture with some of the daughter. Every one of them was eager to participate, smiling brightly, and stark naked. about looked like they had been significant a short prison term ago, and some had their men on growing belly. We were growing so fast ! It was awesome !

My ears heard a sniffle and cough, and I turned towards its seed. One girl, barely twenty-two, was holding her significant body in two hand. Her breasts lactated slightly, and her Matron rubbed her shoulders with hands and tentacles. nil seemed to console this woman.

"This char's Matron informs me that this daughter is in distress. Milk hasn't helped, and the Matron doesn't want her to go asleep, since that might make it high-risk,"said Kayla.

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

"It's just ... I had a baby before. A long time ago. And ... I couldn't hold open it. It was painful. It hurt. Hurt so much. And…"she broke into a sob, and I took her in my blazon. Swatting her Matron's arms and tentacles away, I gently rubbed her back and let her tears roll onto my body. I just listened and consoled her. She fell onto her genu, and I fell with her, wrapping her arm around me.

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

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

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

"But ... people in the past, they…"Between the sniffling and battle cry, she was having a difficult prison term speechmaking."... 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 weapon, and stood both of us onto our feet."No one is going to suffer you ever again. I promise."

She rubbed rent out of her eyes, sniffed, and said"Really ? Are you sure ?"

"Yes. This is where you belong. No one will hurt you here. You are one of us, now. We only want to hold care of you.."

She smirked, then smiled. Tentacles wrapped around her breasts from behind her, and made a quick power play. Milk shot out from her tit, releasing a great sigh from the girl's lips.

"What's your name ?"I asked.

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

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

She grinned even more, and was lifted from her feet by more tentacles. They kneaded and massaged her body, giving her face an even more distant look, as liquidity seeped from her pussy. Within a few minute of arc, her newest Matron was born. Shortly thereafter, this new Matron had attached Jessica's mouth to her teat, sandwiching the once-grying girl between two of these aliens. Tentacles snaked their way into her twat, and the cycle began again.

Kylie took one last look at Jessica, but the girl was in another station now. happy, fulfill, and being cared for.

-- -

The efficiency of Matron parturition topped out at ten minutes. Any faster would give risked the Matron's rapid emergence, or introduce complicatedness for both the mother and their offspring. The world was unaware of the collapse of the Littleton Yupod plaza, and didn't Begin to suspect anything until after New England had fallen within a day.

The Yupod centers were all connected to each other, beneath the worldly concern's impudence. It gave each center access to information, transit, and resourcefulness from other parts of the meshwork.

Any adult not in a Yupod center was quickly brought into the mix, as Yupods began to grow outside of heart. Most notably in uninhabited expanse, forests of Yupods rapidly multiplied and convince womanhood into suitable mothers. Men were incapacitated, though go on alive in lawsuit there was ever a want for them.

minors, anyone under the age of 21, were segregated from the rest of the population until it was their clock time. young female were given a special amount of freedom before their time arrived. Adults were still introduce in their lives, and they cared for their nipper as always, but the Matrons that paired with every female adult were reminders of what was to come.

Male were no longer requisite in this new companionship ; women could be impregnated by Matrons to birth new female human. This gestation process was unaffected by humans's bonding with Matrons, and was still nine calendar month. All of the old signs of pregnancy, foreign cravings included, were still there. Giving birth to a human nestling was considered a coming of age for all cleaning woman.

No modern or futuristic armed forces could arrest this foe. Not with ordnance whose hummer were reflected off the shiny surfaces of fuel pod, and not with laser cannons that never seemed to hit their target, and not with aeriform bombs that exploded prematurely, mellow in the atmosphere. They were just too tight and too soundly, and too ... strange.

The Pafanel species as a unit could not be reached for comment. Either they were ignoring humanity, abetting this coup, or were preoccupied with something else. No one could say with any certainty, and there were century of possibility as to how this had started. All anyone knew for certain is that Yupods had started to pop up and border across the country like smoke, taking over an unbelievable amount of money of people in the blink of an eye.

Within two weeks, the integral North American continent had fallen to the Yupods. There were air pocket of resistance where it was too low temperature for them to live, in northernmost Canada and Alaska. other bunkers and walled-in cities were dense with refugees and the remains of one of the world's largest military office.

There was no need to use weapons to pay war. The Matrons could win it just fine without these gizmo. And that's exactly what they did, sweeping over South US in another few weeks. scoop of electric resistance struggled on islands surrounding the Continent, but without a meaning military machine presence, there was no hope for them to mount a meaningful counterattack. There were simply too many of them at this point.

The Eastern Hemisphere fell in suddenly ordering. The wideness of northern Russia made it a useful seat to put in unwanted males, allowing those that remained to subsist inside their own Yupods. All of them were blissfully unaware of their situation, made to experience their perfect sexual life. No new males were ever born, so it was only a matter of time until the male universe faded out.

China was an occupy place, with such a high population density and disproportionate amount of Yupods to begin with. Invading the country was slippery, but not out of the question. Once things were under control, and when the entire Asian continent was brought under one wing, it was much easier to allow for the appropriate healthcare and didactics to all female inhabitants. The absence of half a population made accomplishing this goal much easier.

With the planet Earth under the restraint of the Yupods and Matrons, they began to expand outward, reaching new pinnacle in the solar system that a dysfunctional man slipstream could only give 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 circuit Holy Order, reclaiming them from malcontent humans. Yupods had yet to evolve to survive the extremum conditions, but the Matrons could function similarly to mankind ( and the equipment they used to hold up ).

Soon, everyone would know the lovemaking and peace of a Yupod. Of having a Matron take aid of them. And they would feel the flat 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 virtuoso for real. Now I was in a tranquilize countryside, with no light contamination for air mile and miles around me.

I rested in Kayla's lap, taking in the whiz above me. One deal was kneading my slit, the other playing with one of my tits.

My belly bulged, this time with the hope of a human baby. I'd be a female parent again, this time to a beautiful lady friend. With one hand I rubbed my belly, and with the other I gripped Kayla's hand tightly. She squeezed back.

Turning to my right, I glanced at the prone form that lay in the sens. It was Jessica, being smothered by several of her Matrons. She was a completely unlike person 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 down in the mouth hands kneading Jessica's puss. Two early Matrons on either side of the girl squeezed her physical structure, taking a tit in one hand and massaging her pregnant paunch with the other.

It was hard to see all of this under the dark luminousness, but the movement of their organic structure and workforce, and low moans coming from a aspect 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 forefront to see at the eternal star topology above me. They twinkled in the Night sky, so dense and vibrant.

Soon, it would all be ours.

I was still the Princess of symbiosis, after all .