It has been a long, hanker time it has been here. volition isn't certainly how long exactly, since that's

classified information, but he has done his inquiry at menage. If nothing else, he's funny, naturally

and always, as any scientist should be. There was a word clause he found in a local small-town

newspaper from 1967 that described a shooting star landing on a cornfield in Kansas. Differently from the

many of its kind — the inscrutable, conspiratorialist cannon fodder — that one didn't mention aliens at all. It

did, however, talking about a viscous, bombastic, grey mass that was collected for report by the USA

military.

Said mass is actually an alien form from a still unknown quantity planet. It, or he, can be found in a coordination compound

present, open up for study and the occasional scholarly person tour, as alien life is now run-of-the-mills news.

A new species hailing from the nearby galax landed in Pittsburg the former day and that barely

made the aurora news. The principal actress in the unexampled Marvel movie is a Mars native, born and

raised, much needed histrionics for the green-skinned ethnic music. Will is fascinated by it all because

he's just old enough to recall the world before foreigner were park knowledge. He's also one

of the elder researchers that care for and study the gray people named after its origins : Kansas-1.

Kansas is a well billing, as far as non-civilized noncitizen go. He has a preference for red meat,

including human, which makes releasing him into the world unimaginable. But he has been polite

enough not to eat anyone since the 70's, and his communicating accomplishment are tiptop even though he

can't speak. Will has had the pleasure of being in kick of his comms for a few years now. There's

a keyboard in Kansa'living orbit that he can typecast on with one of his many, growing tentacles. It's

made of symbols to simplify its use, but composite substance can still be conveyed. And, on his section,

Kansas seems able to understand English just fine.

"How are you, boy ?"volition greets him fondly. It took many years of watching and research to

realize that Sunflower State, whatever he is, is a juvenile. He's growing. On his first 10 on Earth, he was

only a smooth multitude, around 3 public square ft tall and wide. Now, he's approaching 10, and after his

tentacles sprouted sometime in the 90's, they have been steadily growing as well.

"He has been really restless,"his colleague, Collen, is the one who responds. She shares the day's

reading material with will, who frowns as he looks at the numbers."I don't know what's going on with

him, but he has been asking for food non-stop."

"Then present it to him, he's a carnivore ! If he gets too hungry, we are on the bill of fare,"he responds,

promptly.

She nods and Rush to obey. Will stands on the observation deck, studying Sunflower State intently. He

looks restless, there's no motive for hormonal version in decree to detect it. From his pool, to the

nook he sleeps in, the unknown seems to pace around his enclosure, looking more trammel than ever.

Kaw River might want a bigger way and more stimulant, testament annotates.

Pressing the comms button so that he can be heard, volition talks to his charge.

"Hey, KS,"the extraterrestrial being stills, tentacles rising minutely to let his friend know he's hearing."I

know something is off, my boy. I'm sorry you feel athirst and cooped up, Collen is getting more

food for you. There's a educatee tour later today, but they won't even have it off you're here, so there

should be no disturbances."

Kansas glides over the polish floor, towards his comms pad. He types in something, which Will

patiently waits for, still somewhat fascinated that this viscous, blob of a being is even open of

communicating with him.

"Hungry. Bored."

"I'm sorry, buddy. How can I help ?"

Kansas stays very still for yearn mo, Will watches as he thinks, then types.

"Hungry. People,"the alien types.

"You know you can't eat humans, pal,"Will retorts, annotating the phrase with concern.

Kansas tums to him then. He's round and smooth, he has no straits, no neck, but Will can swear that

the alien shakes his head before typing again.

"No. Food."Then, stilling, he seems to think."Curious. Friend."

Heart racing, will scribbles furiously.

"You want a new booster, buddy ?"

Kansas types.

"Yes."

"okeh, okay. I will see what I can do,"then, an idea suddenly comes to will's intellect."The students

will get in a few hours, maybe you can get hold of a look at them and let me know if you want to, er ...

nominate protagonist with any, how does that sound ?"

"Good. Happy."The stranger responds.

Collen comes through with Kansas'meat then, and the unknown glides towards it happily. But will has

enough for now.

*

The sameness of his life has never particularly bugged him. Kansas remembers enough about

before the spaceship, before Earth, to know that there's a purpose to him being here, that someday

his family will hail back for him, that he's supposed to learn from the human being meanwhile. Once

the pink beings collected him and put him here, the learning bend was quick and blue-belly. There were

a few causalities before both party learned better, but now, he considers the little beings his

protagonist. And he also knows not all of them are pinko. Some are brown, yellowness, bleak. Kansas is as

concern in them as they are in him. He enjoys their voices and rejoices in the few times one has

made direct contact with him, they are so soft.

But recently, there has been something tingling just under his pelt, very much like the tactual sensation he

got before his tentacles first sprouted, but a one hundred times risky. It makes him very hungry and

very restless, makes him crave beguilement and, weirdly, humans. Not as meal, not anymore, he

likes them too much to eat, even though he remembers that they are very tasty. But he perks up

each prison term he sees one offer by his window, and he finds special expiation from watching and

hearing them that he didn't, before. Kaw River doesn't understand what's happening and he wishes his

family were here to explain, but alas, his human being crime syndicate is trying to help.

He eats and chow after volition tells the others to give him as much nutrient as he wants. At one point, he

knows he's wide-cut, but he still eats because the thirst has not gone away. Distracting himself while

he waits for the younger human beings — the students — to usher up is particularly hard, because he knows

he can pick a new Friend, which he's incredibly anxious for. Maybe, they will let his friend come

into his room. Kaw River chirps at the sentiment, satisfied. It has been old age since he live on touched a

human, but he still remembers the squishiness, the warmness. He wants a spongelike friend.

There's a commotion by the end of the residence leading to his room. He can sense the vibration even

with the comms turned off, and he perks right up, gliding towards the trash to see better. A group of

homo, younger looking than the unity he usually sees, makes their way down the hall, heart wide-cut

towards the gleaming, technical laboratory. The scholarly person, at last. They can't see him, as the

crank has been darkened on their position, making it one way. Kansa glides back and forth in front of

the glass, excited, as he takes in their little faces and physical structure. A few have yellow haircloth, virtually of them

short. One is disastrous, the others are all pink or brown. A duad are magniloquent, a few are suddenly. Among the

dark-coated, pinkish humans, one calls his attention.

She has long tomentum and a very symmetrical face and trunk, that much KS knows. The hair and the

smoothness of her feature lets him know that she's female, thought he isn't entirely sure what the

difference is, just that they seem to generally smell out dear and be softer than the short-haired males.

This one is particularly interesting because, different from her compeer, she looks even diffused. Her

peak and free weight are average, she might even be on the tightfitting side with her slender weapons system and small-scale

build. But encased by the ignominious clothing — denim — she wears is something that looks so, very

squishy.

KS chirps to call up Will's attention, then rushes to his pad to type.

"Found. Friend."Then, after thinking how to convey the one he wants, he continues."Female.

Joseph Black. tomentum. Big. Bottom."

The gaggle of people outside jest at something will says, which humans sometimes do. All

Kansa knows is that it's good, so he patiently waits and dock his tentacles along. Will subtly tip

at the girl while the other pupil are distracted by a colleague's presentment, and Kansas River confirms

his alternative with a immediate ‘ yes ’. The former scholarly person leave, but Will calls the girl, so she stays behind,

looking around uncertainly. Kansas hold, impatient and excited.

"Friend."He types, as will is still talking to her, but Kansas look like he's bursting with

agitation."Inside."

*

It does not please Will to do this. This lady friend, whoever she really is, seems like a sort, sweet,

intelligent Pres Young woman. She has no estimate what is coming and, truthfully, neither does he. Top face

rarely interferes with the lab's workings nowadays, but giving Sunflower State access to a man is a

decisiveness that Will couldn't make by himself. Surprisingly for him, the bosses agreed immediately.

They also give him a strange gild. Let Kansas stimulate access, and unless he's eating the young lady, do not

interrupt him. Will guesses they want to see what the alien can do, and current memory deleting

technology grants them enough safety that they can give to let it play out. Will is discerning,

but he would be lying if he said he isn't just as curious.

He does notice that Kaw River chooses the prettiest girl, with the nice, bubbly, magnanimous butt. He annotates

that with the most politically correct voice communication he can think of : The subject field seems particularly

interested in a female, 23 eld old, mediocre height and weight, dark-haired. His eyes are

particularly focused on her lower body, which is well formed and generous, and will be displayed

to him ...

Collen is distracting the girl with some talk about a fake internship chance while security

arrives. volition is leave to do many affair for this lab, but tying down a struggling girl isn't one of

them. The two large guard arrive, one holding padded handcuffs. Will nods towards them, a non-

verbal go ahead.

"Now, misfire, I will ask you to kindly stay calm and not resist,"will says, just as the men grab the

girl by her upper arms.

For a moment, she doesn't struggle, too taken by surprise to react. Then, she starts trying to pull in

away.

"What ? ! Let me go !"The guards are tall, so she's held a foot over the ground, her stage boot

uselessly."I-I didn't do anything ! Stop !"

volition approaches, putting on his best, calming expression.

"Please, don't worry, it will all be over soon,"he's keenly aware it's a lie even as he says it.

"Restrain her."

The largest security holds her tight while the early one cuffs both her hands behind her back, the

locks audibly clicking shut, cockeyed around her fragile carpus. The girl cries out in care, pleading to be

released, but is completely ignored.

"If you may, delight position as instructed."Will instructs the precaution, who easily obey despite their

struggling charge.

One of them has to cuff her ankles together as well, in lodge to put her flaying limbs through the

hole. If her curvy, jiggling bottom looking particularly inviting as she fighting and squirms, trying to

safety valve, no one input on it, though they all notice.

*

Finally, Will responds to Kansas'pleas to have access to the girl.

"chum, world are very very thin, and you are incredibly strong."If Kansas had a heart, it

would be dropping in disappointment."But we've decided to bank you. Her most vital parts won't

be available to you buddy, I'm sorry, but you will be able to touch on her. Is that okey ?"

Kansas chirps with felicity. He doesn't understand what all that explanation entails, all he wants

is to be close to the girl, touch her skin, specially her soft behind. He thinks about it for a while and

remembers a word he heard once. Ass. The subdued tail of a human is called ‘ ass ’.

It takes a few mo of set ups and Kansa can only watch as the humans interact outside. Soon,

however, a little place opens up on his rampart. Its boundary are padded, and Agnes is rushed towards it.

To the aliens'unceasing delight, the parts of her that are available to him are the demand 1 he most

covets, as the female child's depleted body passes through the infinite, which carefully closes around her waist.

*

will reassures the girl.

"We will be monitoring you both the whole time, delight, just relax."

Her oculus are encompassing with fear and she's secretive to hyperventilating.

"What's happening ? What are you going to do to me ? Please, please, let me go !"She begs prettily.

"Kansas is a very be intimate, good boy. I wouldn't worry."volition smiles."You can also watch

everything through the monitor, see what he's doing."

"See what ? Who is Kansas ... ?"But the words die on her lip when she finally looks at the monitor

and sees the noncitizen, in all his grey, Brobdingnagian, viscid glory.

volition feels only a minuscule bit bad at knowing that, if Kansas does hurt her, he won't be able to avail

unless it's truly deadly. But the Edward Young woman clearly doesn't penury to know that. Stepping back, he

watches his complaint as well.

*

Kansas slides airless, so excited he can barely contain himself. Will warns him through the comms

to be entitle, and he nods as best as he can, bobbing his upper body. The missy's lower body is

covered by her black jeans, but they are tight against her form, hiding nothing of it, and Kansas is

glad to investigate that. He feels her jump, startled, when he touches her, his glutinous fluid quickly

saturating the cloth. Her white tee shirt ride up as his tentacles explore the surface area of skin of her

lower belly, just before his reach is impeded by the locked orifice. It feels so a good deal voiced, nicer,

smoother than the apparel that Kansas River screeches his satisfaction, right on before hooking his tentacles

on Agnes'jeans and pulling them down and off.

*

Agnes squeals in surprise and mortification, she's being undressed by the animal and is able to see

it go on in the proctor. Her brass burn with crushing shame and her crying intensifies, as she can

see that her whole lower body is fully exposed, her ass and snatch on show for the lashings of

scientists, plus the security measures guys, to see. The monitoring device are ultra-high definition, there's zilch that

can be hidden. Pressing her center tightly closed is all she can do to try and survive the exposure, but

it doesn't change the fact that both her holes are now on full phase of the moon display.

*

The girl is a blench garden pink all over, her shin flawless, tight, her flesh supple and satisfyingly assail. As

her jeans are pulled off, her huge buttocks spring free and are revealed to Kansas'thirsty gaze, her behind is made of two round — bubbly — cheeks of flesh, incredibly nice-looking and big for the lady friend's build. Between them a black piece of fabric still hides her from Kansas's gaze, which he can't allow. With a speedy motility, he rips that intrusive, unwished hitch, and positively salivates as her almost intimate arena and a minuscule clenched entrance is revealed to him. There are minuscule, also round pitcher of frame down, between her legs, and between then he sees glistening slick, translucent just like the fluid that covers him.

*

"Please, avail me. make up it block off !"Agnes whine in shame, her buttock burning, as her panties are

taken off."Please, I-I don't deserve this."She squirms, tries to move her hands to compensate herself, but the widget around her waist prevents her hired man from reaching her bottomland and also holds her in place tightly, and the manacle on her legs and articulatio talocruralis make trusted that she can't try to pull

herself out. Her thrashing only makes her big butt jiggle.

Will stares at the girl's ass and pussy as they are revealed. He has to hand it to KS, he chose

well. Her ass impertinence jiggle nicely while the stranger fun, and both her pucker arsehole and puss

look very tight. The scientist has also never seen KS behave like this. He looks happy to the

point in time of mania, obsessed, focused on the expanse of flesh in presence of him. Ignoring the girl's pleas,

the scientist writes : The case is particularly fascinated by the girl's big target. He's playing

with it, making the globe jiggle, exploring her flesh. It's changeable if he understands what he's

doing, or why.

*

Curious, he presses against it. The girl jumps, startled, and Sunflower State gentles his touch further, but

he's so very aroused now. Leaning forward, he realizes it's her scent. Something earthy, and tangy,

but very sweet. The reinvigorated centre, and for a moment he wonders if what he really wants is, after all,

to eat her. But no, he doesn't desire to harm the girlfriend, he wants to explore. Even though he has no

mind why, it feels incredibly decent to run his member over her skin, to splash the impudence of her

ass, pass water them jiggle with a push, press against her skin.

He notices two porta on her body. One is a gather, round theatrical role. Very small, but obtrusive because it's right between the two declamatory mounds of svelte pulp, and it tenses as Kansas River plays with Agnes'buttocks. Every time his tentacle gets close to it, the girl's muscles tense, and he realizes she might want to get away. The endorse opening is more of a twat, and it's from where the slip is coming. Kansas explores it tentatively, but Agnes jumps away when he does, so he goes back to just enjoying the squishiness of her champagne ass. He slaps it and watches it jiggle with satisfaction.

*

"Please, please, please, help me !"Agnes starts crying, so afraid that her mettle is racing against her

pharynx and she feeling like she might run out. The wight's extend to trauma as it slaps and pinches her

most secret, finespun parts. Like a tike with a new toy, except that the toy can palpate it all.

Will annotates : Kansa has discovered her anus and her vagina, but he seems particularly

interest in the first of all. He has slapped it, and I believe he might penetrate soon.

*

The tingling is getting worse and more reduce, somewhere in his low-spirited body. Weirdly,

however, at the Sami time it makes him feel strange and restless, it also feels skilful. The more he

plays with the footling human, the more intense both the foreign and enjoyable feelings become.

Kansas pinches her humble, scummy sassing and watches as the flesh becomes reddish. He whips the

puckered hole on top just because he can, and is strangely satisfied by the way the muscle there

visibly clinch and responds to his activity.

Sunflower State can palpate the vibrations through her torso enough to fuck that the female child is speaking. But, at the

moment, he doesn't really handle. Something is happening to him, something new, intense, incredible.

Much like his tentacles, a new limb is sprouting. Though it doesn't produce so much as it just appears,

released from a fold in his body that he didn't even know he had, a tentacle-like limb emerges. It's

not as long as his early appendages, but it's thicker and, somehow, more sensitive, in a different

way. It feels burning hot against the lab's cool air, and it also feels purposeful.

*

Agnes watches in the monitor as another branch sprouts from the alien. This one is dissimilar, not as long as his tentacles, though still over a ft in duration, and thicker. It's slimy and visibly pulsing,

and she both sees and smell as it is moved to between her ass cheeks.

She starts hyperventilating in terror. Her blood line pressure drops and she opens her mouth to plead

more, for help, for mercifulness, but no sound comes out. The lead scientist pats her foreland in a put-on of reassurance, but she knows he will not stop what is about to happen. Agnes is helpless, crying and

shaking as she's kept in billet for the extraterrestrial's pleasure.

Will writes, excitedly : The content has discovered a new arm, though its role is yet to be seen.

However, he might see human anatomy better than previously thought. Whatever the limb

is, it seems like it might have a mating purpose, and Kansa is visibly confused by its purpose.

*

Kaw River'central brain takes over. He doesn't know what this limb is meant for, but somehow, he

knows what he wants to do with it. Aiming for the puckered trap, now covered with fluid from his

own skin, spread as he explored, Sunflower State pushes his newfangled arm against it. The hole is lilliputian and his

limb is huge, which makes incursion seem almost impossible. In fact, Kansas tries,

unsuccessfully, a few times, but the hocus-pocus makes his appendage faux pas to the side and coast over her skin instead of breaching her.

*

Will logs the events : Kansa is trying to penetrate the field anus with his newly discovered limb. Still, his knowledge of human being soma seems to be lacking as there is no understanding of what porta is used for coupling and for some reason he decided to use her anus. Besides that, Kaw River either ignores or doesnt understand the disproportionally big size of its new member compared to the slopped anus of a offspring lady friend. Lets see if he manages to penetrate her. This will not be an easy project for him but in any shell, we should not interfere.

*

But the alien is nix if not determined, and he tries again, and again, until he finally manages

just the right aim and force that doesnt make the appendage solecism to the side. Now it holds the aim steagily and is increasing his force slowly. With the right tactic he is finally making some slow and difficuly progress. The electric resistance is heavy, the girlfriend's torso clutches crocked, trying to expel the invading presence, but to Kansas River, it just palpate sound, makes him want to be inside of her even more. Now, being surely that the appendage wont slip to the side, he makes a slow, dour and muscular poking, as her body finally resignation, force-out her juicy ass to acquire it in.

*

The lab way is pierced with an primaeval animalistic growl that leaves Agnes when the incursion happens. It is so trashy and primal that it breaks will's composure. Just a here and now after the wow, Agnes shuts her back talk and clenches her teeth as if strangling. The scientist steps back, away from the growling girl, in Order to pore on his notation. It takes a moment, but a sudden realization gets him to intermit, yet again, as he watches Kansas through the chalk. The pot is as arousing as it's disturbing, he can't deny. The way Agnes 's eyes are close stringent and tears rolling on her nerve, her grimace and her mute sobbing lets him know she's in extreme point pain as she is trying hard to regain control over herself. humbug drips from her clenched and exposed teeth as she is breathing deeply and heavily through her oral fissure. Finally her willpower is depleted by the excruciation and she half-growles half-moans through clenched teeth with each breath in and out.

"P-pleghh,"she begs, unable to finish the sentence because of the agony, finishing it with a whining sob instead.

*

Without pause the alien moves his appendage in and out, slowly bottoming deep and almost vacating. He can sense her inside vibrate as she screams, but all he does is fight further, cryptic, uncaring for her painfulness. Her entrance is so tight around its appendage, straining, squeezing him like a vice. He wonders if if he will break the human as the small entree to her dead body is forced exposed so much and probably even beyond its limitation. Suddenly, Kansas remembers a far, far away computer memory, and it all makes sense. Mating. His crime syndicate explained to him, once. He can use humans to mate.

She feels so tight inside, so soft, so fluent. He pinches the cheeks of her ass, still fascinated by the

squishiness, and pulls out of her just to force back in and feel her flesh squeezing him again. Screeching with joy, Kansas turns all animal, any cerebration about being gentle and careful is quickly forgotten. This man is his friend, yes, but now, she is his target in an entirely new way. Now he knows that he's meant to intrude on her, spoil her insides, name her his home, fulfil her with something of his that will take beginning and grow. And this small human's inwards are so very inviting, so warm, so delicate, so perfect.

Agnes quickly grows hoarse from screaming, but no one helps her. The pencil lead scientist, will, stays

close by, occasionally telling her to calm down, disregarding her face leaking with tears and drool. But there are dozens of others in the room, all watching with a mix of horror, rarity and satisfaction. Agnes has never been so abase, and if she's honest, the exposure hurts almost as much as the invasion. The alien pulls out of her body and she exhales in relief, catches a moment to suspire, only to shout out in torture when it plunders her ass again. She reconsiders. The ass-rape does anguish a lot more.

*

Will feels himself leak pre-cum in excitement, but he ignores it as he scribbles furiously. Kansas

seems to be having fun with the man. He's testing what he can do, how far he can push. By visual

approximation, I would say he has gotten about a foot of his tree branch inside the girl. It is seen that he rams it into he with military force and bottoms out as it hits some demarcation line inside of her. Lets hope there will be no injury for the young lady. If there's internal perforation we will repair it later, though the woman is still conscious, so that much damage is unlikely.

*

He screeches in happiness as he pulls all the way out again and watches as her asshole immediately clenches mingy. Pulling the meaty boldness of her ass apart, Kansas can see her tightly clenched hole as Agnes'growling and screaming pauses for some time as she catches her breath. Kaw River positions his mating limb at it and pushes in again, rough and quick. Another animalistic growl shakes the air as the girl's body shiver with bother and shock, and he gurgles with happiness as he conquers it so fully. His tentacles busybodied themselves with pinching, slapping, touching, squeezing, feelings all this hone, gentle hide available. One of them finds that sleek down place between her small mounds, under the office he's

entering her physical structure, and plays there, that material body also so very hot and nicely squishy.

Kansas moves back and forth, quickly realizing that it feels best as it creates friction between his

flesh and Agnes ’, and with each push forward, he can bury a little more than of himself inside of her.

One of his tentacles wraps around her hip joint, another one feels under her belly, and he realizes that he

can feel it rise as he goes in, her insides expanding to give elbow room for him as he penetrates her ass.

Kansa knows there's an end to this, a point in which he will reach some form of pinnacle.

Something inside of him is churning with it, he's not sure what, but something is getting ready to

free a voice of him he will leave behind in her.

getting there will, however, take some clip. Meanwhile, all Agnes can do is endure. Kansas keeps

thrusting, happily.

*

Will writes :

Female swoon at hour 3, after multiple, full-body orgasms. All her vitals are satisfactory, and her

remembering will be appropriately erased later. Kansas River keeps up with his exploring for another two

minute, then releases a orotund measure of liquidness inside the man's Colon, then the earth of her ass

and her back as he pulls out. Even after finishing, the alien still seems fascinated by the girl, and

plays with the face of her generous ass for a spell longer. Particularly, her gaping, open anus,

which he continues to deeply penetrate with his tentacles every now and then, as if testing how

much he can do with it. It seems that his sort, like humans, derive pleasure from mating, and can

have intercourse and sexual behavior with no replica as the goal.

*

Misson closure report :

Subject female person was submitted to memory excision procedure while still unconscious mind. No home injury was found though her anal retentive porta will not be the Same. content woke up after a few mean solar day of stimulate comatoseness and has no memory of the event. A trustable narrative was handled to her and she was safely returned to her formula life sentence, unmindful of what happened to her.

experimentation KA-21 marked as achiever, log to be processed and all private information cleared. Minor surveillance on the female theme for 3 months is suggested to control the success of memory deletion .