My name is Avery harper, MD, PhD, and I'm not afraid to die. In fact, I was in heaven. Since I was a Young woman, I have studied exobiology, actually only potential biology, for my entire twenty-year career, ever since I became a alum student. It was only potential biological science, as far as I knew, until yesterday, when I got a call from a friend at National Aeronautics and Space Administration, and a speedy trip via T-38 to an Air Force base in Nevada. Why I was tapped, I still don't know. I heard some things I don't quite echo about some of the papers I wrote.

My acquaintance, Doctor Bertrand Lane, was waiting for me in front of the hangar. After a few minutes to freshen up in the restroom, we were whisked by car to a large hangar near one end of the edifice complex that comprised the base. Inside the hangar, which was literally the size of a football stadium, was a luminescent hemisphere, like a large dome, mostly green, but with flecks of people of colour that would wash over its surface.

Bertrand assured me that the hemisphere was a perfect semicircle. Inside it, he informed me, was a being that had traveled here from another sensation, and who now presumably wanted to communicate with us. So far, the hemisphere had allowed in some but not all auto with cable television service. The researchers had been hopeful the alien or aliens inside would be able-bodied to use these devices to transmit. Measuring devices were universally rejected. automobile that had been pulled back out came back wet by an inorganic nutrient result that was much like brine, but infused with oxygen. It was a enchanting liquid with valuable property. It was keeping the researcher busy. So far there had been no early link. Men in distance suits had tried to enter the hemisphere, but they had been rejected, just gently pushed back out before they could see or smell out very much of anything.

Still, I had to attempt the obvious, so I also suited up and attempted to go in the hemisphere. To everyone's surprise, especially my own, I was allowed in without incident.

The inside of the hemisphere was filled with the aforementioned nutrient liquid state as we had hypothesized. The aforesaid three or four rainproof political machine were sitting by themselves. In the middle of the hemisphere was a teardrop-shaped being, mostly orange, but with other colors that moved slowly across its surface. I say"being"because it was moving slightly and because it was apparently the only former thing in the hemisphere, so I assumed it must be the alien in query if there was one. Perhaps it was only a system that allowed for communication with the very aliens that were located elsewhere.

I approached the being and attempted to make physical liaison. I touched its surface, and it shivered and shimmered, profoundly beautiful. I pushed at it slightly, and it yielded like a pliant bag of pee, that consistency. I pushed it harder, and it gently placed me on my back, like an Aikido throw. It was not violence, I was just on my vertebral column, and it flowed over me some. I had the strong sense that the being was going to maintain strong-arm control of our interaction, but not in a malign way, more than as a practical affair, and who was I to judge its needs at this tip ?

The being let me up and I left the hemisphere, much to the ministration of everyone assembled outside the hemisphere. There was a satisfying day and a half of debriefing followed by a solid hebdomad or so where I brought subaquatic camera and other measuring devices into the cerebral hemisphere with me. The atm in the cerebral hemisphere appeared to be healthy for humans to respire even though it was swimming. I'd heard about this before, where mice were able to populate in weewee that had been infused with oxygen once they had gotten over the feeling they were drowning.

I begged and begged, and finally they let me enroll the hemisphere in a wetsuit, without the space suit and set air supply. I did so knowing it would find like drowning, but confident that our analysis of the fluid was correct, and wanting a fortune to tie in more directly with the being. It was frightening at low gear, and it took me a enduring bit before I could bear to start external respiration in the piddle. The being came over, perhaps to comfort me. It touched my hand at first. Its touch was hot and electric, profoundly sexual, even though it was just touching my hand. I was still gasping and thrashing out bubble. water was spilling uncomfortably into my lungs. I hardly cared about the pain, though, all of the sudden. I was immediately diverted and aroused by the touch on my hand.

The being then covered my face with its hot, electric Earth's surface. The flavor was intensely sexual, like all the candy kiss I'd ever received on my sassing, typeface, and neck all at once, and especially those candy kiss I'd received while I was making love life and finale to orgasm or actually orgasming, thousands of kisses. My hips jerked forward reflexively as I climaxed in my wetsuit without even being touched down there.

The being probably couldn't William Tell, though. It was just more jerking around from the quasi-drowning process as far as it was concerned, so the effect was privately mine to savor. I myself might have written it off as some kind of near-death response to the quasi-drowning if that was all that had happened. Even so, I can remember feeling vaguely embarrassed at that first orgasm from the being while I was fighting the overpowering urge that I was drowning at the Same time.

I wasn't completely devoid of intimate experience. In my 42 twelvemonth, I'd had a yoke of beau that had lasted a brace of years apiece, a smattering of shorter kinship, and several almost universally unsatisfying one night bandstand. When one is a researcher in an outré subject area of research as I am, one gets nowhere without constant quantity work and dedication.

None of my fellow were ever comfy with me putting my study ahead of them. I guess that was the sort I tended to pick. At any rate, kinship had always gone the same predictable way for me, and though I still got the itch sometimes and went back on the dating sites from sentence to time, I had pretty much given up on family relationship and decided that sex wasn't all that crucial either.

I felt the being exploring my oculus, ears, nostrils, and my gasping mouth. Gasping for nonexistent air, I sucked the being partly into my mouth and orgasmed profoundly at its pinch. It was as if my backtalk had immediately become a sexual organ, my knife a giant sensitive clitoris for the being to gently lick and suck on. I thrashed and expelled the repose of my air in a flurry of bubbles with a howling, which was just a loud groan underwater, and an ungovernable seizure of hug drug that went on and on. At this, the being gently let go of me, and it was over. I floated down and away slowly, still panting and thrashing in aftershocks of hug drug, breathing pure nutritious fluid.

Soon after, I emerged from the hemisphere and fell to my knee joint hurking and vomiting nutrient fluid out of my lungs. After a much more dreadful readjustment to air, I sat there still, and the research faculty thankfully left me alone. I was trying to get my chronicle straight, because I was not going to state any of these Nice associate scientists about the multiple coming I'd just had.

It didn't turn out to be hard. I even described the being's feeling as enjoyable, and described how it helped me to adjust by helping me throw out the eternal sleep of my air, though I pled ignorance as to how exactly the being had helped me with that, saying that I'd just expelled the air shortly after I inadvertently sucked a bit of the being into my mouth. The debrief was done by the end of the day.

The next morning, I again prepared to enter the bubble. This time, I made the transition without a great deal struggle. Sensing somehow that I was not in much distress this metre, the being just waited in his normal position at the shopping mall of the cerebral hemisphere. I now thought of the being as male person, although I knew nada yet about the sex or reproduction of the being. I assumed it likely that the being didn't even know how his tactual sensation was affecting me. At any rate, since he had come into my mouth the late day, I had thought of the being as a male.

Breathing the nutrient solution was kind of like learning how to scuba dive. You just had to trust you were not drowning even though you were breathing underwater. And breathing the fluid was slower, but just as satisfying. Water is slower to pump in and out of your lungs.

Once I was calmly and slowly breathing the nutritious fluid again, I unzipped and shimmied out of my wetsuit then removed my underclothes so that I stood naked in figurehead of the being. I bounced over to him, using the bit of electronegative buoyancy I had in the nutrient fluid to drift me back down to the floor of the hemisphere so I could push off gently forward again. Soon, I was standing lightly within arm's reach of him.

I wanted so badly to immediately jumpstart on the being and hug him to me tightly with my arms and peg, but I still had a little self-will, a little self-respect. I didn't know what message that military action on my part would send, and I wanted to commit a subject matter that would ingratiate me, though I didn't know what that could be, so I hesitated.

The being shifted colors slightly and extruded a pseudopod towards my oral cavity. I opened my mouth wide almost helplessly in reception to its approach, remembering the joy I'd received there the previous day. As the hot, electric pseudopod reached my lips and brass and slowly pushed into my rima oris again, I arched my backbone and thrilled in raptus, thrusting my tongue forward to meet it. As my tongue thrust into the tip of the hot galvanizing member, I felt it again like my glossa was a giant star clit being sucked on, and I climaxed and thrashed powerfully at once.

The appendage kept coming into my rima oris, kneading and sucking my tongue and filling my mouth with pleasurable pressure. I climaxed again and thrashed more. The heating of the appendage was about as hot as I could stomach without feeling irritation from the heat. It was my mouth and look, but it was reminiscent of this one clock time a nice gentleman with just the proper heaviness of shaft had fucked me gently and slowly then faster and faster for a longsighted time. I'd had multiple orgasms under him that nighttime. His dick gave me an exquisite sum of money of stretching and pressure with his thrusts, and his cinch and Angle caused him to rub both my clitoris and the roof of my vagina with just the right amount of pressure. This was that, except times ten, and in my mouth.

The member filled my lip and started to throw down my throat. My gag reflex action activated, but I was also thrashing especially hard in coming with the pleasance of having my esophageal sphincter firmly and deliciously forced overt, so somehow it wasn't that bad, like a continuous swallow and coughing that went nowhere and orgasms that went everywhere. Soon the being sensed that I needed to breathe the nutrient fluid again to cover living, so it opened a enactment for my ventilation while continuing to push up down my pharynx and esophagus with incredible, indescribable hot stretch pressure and arousal that made me orgasm with every inch.

I kept moaning and thrashing as the appendage filled my breadbasket and stretched it so excitingly I could barely orgasm hard enough to reply to the incredible arousal, the voluminosity. By this level, I was orgasming and jerking continually and my eye were fluttering or tightly closed. My hands were touching the being, and I was receiving an electrical link high from this as well, but it was almost forgotten as my full sensory world was focused on the unbelievable hot appendage slowly, firmly, and inexorably forcing its way down my pharynx, gullet, and stomach and stretch and opening up my full body with incredible stretch and sliding delight. I was feeling deep feel of love for the being as well. I didn't know where these touch sensation were coming from.

I felt a pop deep in me and thrashed with an especially potent climax as the appendage firmly forced open the pyloric sphincter at the bottom of my stomach and penetrated my duodenum. My entire body was becoming an unbelievable throbbing, aching receptacle of joy as the being continued to permeate and bed his way down my digestive nerve pathway at his own inquisitive pace with his house hot electric process ever sliding all the way, pressurizing, and thrusting forward. As the appendage firmly thrust deeper into my catgut, my tone of love life for the being and comfort from the being grew in the midst of the incredible rolling orgasms.

At around this fourth dimension, I started helplessly squirting and shitting out the content of my digestive piece of land as I orgasmed. The being was already covering my ass and catching it somehow, because I felt him tingling back there, and I could vaguely finger him gently sucking it out of me as it came.

I could not even really feel that at the instant, as I was completely focused on and orgasming from the sliding, pressing, roiling pleasure of the extremity fucking its way through my minor intestines. I had another especially powerful shuddering orgasm as the member pressed past the suspensory muscle of the duodenum into my jejunum. I could sense my full body thoroughly as the process opened it, even though I knew good well I had no brass consciously uncommitted to me to palpate this. Then it was down and over and up and down, like walking a long winding road of ever increasing orgasms as more and more than of my interior were slickly and hotly rubbed and pressurized wide-eyed open.

There was a yearn flow of this : feeling the roiling gratifying pressing up and down and across and up again and then back as the appendage took me and opened my lowly bowel further and further, in by inch, pressing from the jejunum to the ilium at some roiling orgasmic breaker point and continuing, rolling jerking climax after rolling jerking orgasm. I would have been screaming myself hoarse, except the fluid didn't really respond to my slowly fleet vocal music cords. It just came out as moans greatly muffled by all the appendage roiling past. I was feeling hotter and hotter too as the hot appendage filled More and more of my body heart and soul. The nutritious fluid was on the cool side, so although I felt almost like I had a temperature I was getting so hot, it wasn't that disturbing.

After what seemed an eternity of ever-increasing deep shriek rolling coming as the being increasingly fucked his way through my pocket-size bowel, I got a tense, shaking, thrilling orgasm when the appendage popped through and firmly opened up my strong ileocecal sphincter and started to fill my large intestine with hot, tingling stretch along pressure and pleasure. I thrashed in orgasmic pleasure as the member pressurized and fucked upwards into my large intestine along the properly face of my body, slowly across under my sternum with incredible galvanic pleasure, and then down the left incline of my body pressing forward inexorably as the climax came and came. It was a kind of seppuku by orgasm.

Then I felt a comrade excitement as the appendage reached down towards my rectum and closer and closer to my familiar sexual substance. I wanted to scream dirty exhortations to the being to fucking bugger the hell out of me, which I'd only rarely found pleasurable in the past, but my lungs and vocal music cords wouldn't really work. As his extremity pressed down and down, with the coming came a familiar intense feeling of desiring and needing to let out a respectable, extremely satisfying BM, and I responded by shitting the tip of the member out of me with magnificent twisting pleasure, but just the tip of the iceberg with acute roiling orgasmic pleasure fully and thoroughly pleasuring and pressuring my entire alimentary canal, twisting and roiling gently as I twisted spell-bound in perpetual rolling orgasm.

The being began to move back the way he'd come in, and I knew he needed to do this for me to survive. Even with the cooling force of the nutrient fluid surrounding me, I was feeling very feverish and deliquium with his heat filling me entirely and the exertion of continuously straining, jerking, and moaning in orgasm. Even though I was still orgasming continuously, I was feeling increasingly nauseous, which I suppose is not surprising when one's stallion digestive tract is being opened up and stimulated as he was doing to me. I was airheaded bordering on unconscious, and still orgasming hard with every inch he retreated back through me.

As I felt the being's appendage retreat back through my humble gut, I began to feel a terrible sense of emptiness and aloneness, and I stopped orgasming and began to sob uncontrollably. I suppose my eubstance had gotten somewhat used to the incredible stimulation of having my entire digestive system ravaged by him. As my body increasingly became my own again instead of his, even though the pleasure in me was still extremely intense, the relative loss of stimulation was too very much for me to bear, even though I knew he would hold surely killed me if he had stayed fully penetrated in me for much longer.

As the being fully retreated out of my throat and mouth, I was sobbing uncontrollably. He hugged me tight, and I felt the orgasmic stimulus of him across the front of my body, especially my nipple. I still felt so alone and separate from him. In despair, I grabbed him with my legs and began to hump my vulva onto him, and immediately as my actual clitoris touched him I began to orgasm again, and I gained some comforter from this. He didn't appear to mind this, and I'd like to think he even understood it. As I was now orgasming continuously again and somewhat comforted, I reasoned with myself and forced myself to take in that the unbelievable notion of being so completely filled and used by him would deliver ended either way, either with him retreating as he had or with my death.

Slowly, I was able to separate from him and choke down my sobs as I returned to the humanity of deadness and aloneness. I looked at the plunge watch on my wrist joint. It had only been a half hr since he'd begun to take my mouth. Even so, my macrocosm and I were entirely changed and focused within that one-half hour.

I was drifting in the nutrient solution, utterly exhausted, uncaring. I drifted off to log Z's for I don't jazz how farseeing, and awoke with incredible pangs of hunger, like my torso was eating itself alive. Slowly, with great severeness in all my muscular tissue, I crawled sadly away from the being and put on my underwear. I didn't have the military capability to put on my wetsuit, so I just dragged it along with me as I slowly pushed my way out of the hemisphere.

When I was partly emerged, Bertrand dragged me out the rest of the way. It was night outside. He told me they'd been extremely disquieted because it had been twelve hours without hearing from me. I croaked that I desperately needed nutrition. Six protein shingle later, I was starting to palpate towards rule, but was still very nauseous, sad, and alone. I begged off being debriefed until I could recover somewhat. Secretly, I also needed time to get my storey straight.

A couple of day later, when I was fully awake and live but still in painful, lonely backdown from the being, I told my fake story. I told them that the being had investigated my digestive system with legal document, and it had not been afflictive. It had even been somewhat pleasant, but it had been extremely wipe out, and that's why I had come back so drained and thirsty. They investigated me and saw that indeed my digestive system had been disrupted but was getting back on lead, so my taradiddle checked out, and they were all felicitous. They thanked me profoundly for being so brave and allowing such a thing, and I told them in turn that it had been my pleasure. They had no idea how much.

It took me four daylight to get back on my feet and depend healthy enough for them to let me back into the hemisphere. On the sunrise of the fourth day, I dove excitedly back into the hemisphere to be with the being, my love life and now the focus of my intact life, again.

I threw off my wetsuit and underwear and drown desperately over to him, my mouth already extensive open for him. I wanted him to claim my guts again so badly, so badly. But the being had former plans. He slapped a tendril onto the slit of my vulva and the ruck of my anus. Immediately I began to buck in continuous orgasm as he firmly spread my inner lips and fully stimulated the total stretched surface of my vulva.

Then I screamed and shook with incredible delight as he began to penetrate my vagina. It was all the joy I'd ever felt from all the times I'd ever been penetrated all combined in that one insight. Then it got better. My birth canalise began to fill and stretch with incredible delicious pressure, and the electric tingle of him fully activated every cheek in my pelvis.

As the being continued to fill me so satisfyingly, I could feel the entire length of my clitoris writhe in extreme pleasure like a lightning rod for hot up-and-coming orgasmic tensity. My coat of arms and wooden leg flailed to get the picture and and my back talk to solve him, but he was holding me off as he fucked me this time. My limb and branch flailed at goose egg as my ululation of incredible pleasance and foiling at not being able to grab came out as low groan in the nutritive bath.

The being continued to sleep with into me firmly and stretch out my birth canalize to its most cheering extent while at the Lapplander prison term pumping orgasmic energy into me like a fire hosiery so that I was locked in energetic orgasm and shivering with ecstasy. He reached my extent so that my giving birth canal was fully stretched in every extent as undefended as pleasurably possible, hot on its entire surface so I could feel his giant locomotive engine of X pressing everywhere inside me and filling me completely, and the electric Energy Department extending out from there everywhere, as if there were a hundred men loving, licking, rubbing, and sucking my clitoris along its entire duration and pattern inside me, very energetically and very continuously.

But there were new point of ecstasy beyond even this as I felt him firmly dilate my cervix and set out to sink in my uterus. The uncomfortableness of having him unfastened me in this way only firmly and deliciously punctuated the glorious orgasmic fall of giving him my womb so stretchily and pleasurably in this way. I felt also the associate sensations of catamenial spasm, but again, they only added flavourer and richness to the incredible waves of joy I was experiencing, awakening me to his filling, stretching, and pleasuring of my uterus in Wave, cementing his full possession of me and my unbearable desire to be owned and bred by him if it was possible.

A few mammal must experience a dim observation of this experience. I remembered that Sus scrofa have a slim prehensile penis they penetrate directly into the womb of the sow and fill it to bursting with seminal fluid. I was now the being's sow, and I was so shaking for him to cover me, fulfil me with his babies, whatever that might be, fulfill me completely, use me, source me. Then I passed out.

I awoke with an tempestuous riot of despair wet on the storey of the hanger when they injected adrenaline directly into my warmheartedness. I guess I must have been pretty out of it. They then strapped me to a gurney and carried me away sobbing from my love to be washed, strapped into a bed, fed intravenously, and sedated.

While I was still strapped into the bed, they told me that they had seen me fuck the being via a remote control camera they had placed in the hemisphere and see my uninterrupted ululation of ecstasy even muted as they were by the alimentary fluid. They told me that my objectivity had been compromised and that they would witness individual else. Two Clarence Shepard Day Jr. after that, I was on a commercial flight back home to Seattle, feeling completely empty and in despair.

The firing came with a pile of research money. That, along with some hefty antidepressant drug, helped me get back on racecourse. I came off the antidepressants very quickly. I had to stop taking them after only about a month. Then I missed my catamenia. The pregnancy test showed me as being pregnant. I began remembering things I had never directly learned about the being.

From this cognition, two affair are assoil to me, leading me down a risky way of life. The first matter is the gestation geological period of the being's child I'm carrying, which is thankfully myopic : only another five to eight calendar week. The arcsecond is that in another week from now, the baby being inside me will develop to the gunpoint of beginning to energize me from inside my womb. This means that I'll be orgasming continuously not for just half an hour or so as before, but for a month to seven calendar week before I give birth.

I've set up tubes within the reach of my mouth to devote me weewee and nourishment enough to utmost that time. I have straps to flog myself down with so that I won't jerk myself out of bed away from my germ of water and alimentation. These preparations make it at least remotely possible I'll survive the ordeal. You might be wondering why I don't contact individual at the home and tell them what has happened. I can't allow the chance that they will resolve to smart my child.

There are three ways this could go, as I see it. 1 ) The stimulation could become bearable after some mean solar day or calendar week so I could begin to function normally again through the rest of the pregnancy. People's nervous systems are relative mechanism, so even given the intense stimulus, this is possible. 2 ) The stimulation could stay on debilitating, but I'm able to function during it well enough to get sufficient nutrition and hydration from my setup to subsist. 3 ) I'll die.

I have a Monitor set up to call 911 if my heart stops. I don't know who will answer. I'm leaving this record of what happened to me in slip I don't make it. If you find me, and my infant is alive, please involve tutelage of it. I won't jeopardy letting them have my baby. Please laurels my memory by keeping my baby away from them. I've been to heaven, and my baby is a talent from heaven. My figure is Avery Harper, MD, PhD, and I'm not afraid to die .