Repopulated Ch. 02

Her skin was a dark blue, with large, pendulous breasts wider than her chest. The tips were upturned, solid nipples distended from the surface. Small dimples surrounded them, dotting her dark areolas, which were painted over with wide, red stripes. There were no blemishes, the sloping orbs smooth and polished as they swelled over her flat chest.

Kate gulped as her head moved lower, giving her a view of the large package the alien sported below. It was thick, wide, and flaccid, a bright red stripe running from the base to the tip. The head swelled right below a double ridge, the color changing as it ran over the open slot at the end.

She could only imagine how large it might be when erect, her fingers tingling as arousal flooded her belly. No, she definitely didn't want to find out, thank you very much, but it was another curious fact about the aliens.

If they weren't sexually dimorphic, that would give them a definite evolutionary advantage, especially if any of them could bring babies to full term. If that was the case, they would easily be able to outbreed humans. There wasn't any reason for them to bother capturing them.

Her brain was stuck at that thought, unable to move any further. She just didn't understand what they wanted with them, and hoped desperately that they weren't going to be turned into some form of food rations.

The alien's teardrop head glowed with a triangle of blue lights as it stared at her stolidly, unworried at the inner turmoil of her thoughts. Tentacles waved at her from behind the alien's ears, a low sound coming from somewhere underneath its mask, a black tongue extending from below its chin.

The parasite forced her towards the chair, her body stuttering as she tried to rebel against its influence. She hadn't bothered to resist earlier, but she felt as though this time it was different. Once she sat in that chair, everything would change.

Shuffling along, she made a soft cry as her body was forced around. She didn't want this, did she? If not, what did she want?

Her brain was a royal mess, static noise in her ears as her eyes went dull. It didn't matter what she wanted. The parasite was in control.

She sat down, the spongy material flexing under her ass as she spread her legs wide to fit the contours of the seat. Laying back, she stared at the ceiling, taking in the dark shadows of the device hanging above her.

Her lips flexed, but no sound escaped, her struggles being suppressed. What would happen next? Was she going to be completely lobotomized? Turned into a brainless bimbo that worshiped the alien cause?

The shadows stirred, tentacle arms descending into view. A slimy smell assaulted her nostrils as tube-like arms whipped around her sides, wrapping over her chest above and below her breasts. Her arms and legs were soon bound, locking her body into place against the organic chair.

Fear swelled inside her as the arms above her lowered further, but the twirling tips weren't reaching out for her. Twining together, they moved towards the solid body of the alien, pressing over the top of its armored mask. Its triangular blue eyes were soon hidden as a connection was established.

The room rumbled, more movement in the shadows. Arrays of light glowed around her, shining directly into her face. She squinted, unable to stare at them for any length of time, but she got the sense that they were mounted in rounded pods being suspended from tentacles hanging from the ceiling. She supposed that plenty of light was needed in an operating theater. An ugly thought.

As the alien lifted its hands, she spotted its human-like fingers wrapped tightly around a slug-like creature she didn't recognize. Nausea gripped her throat. She didn't want to be here. Didn't want to do this.

It didn't matter. The parasite's grip on her mind was too strong. She had to obey. There was no other option.

That didn't mean she had to like it.

She struggled internally to the bitter end, able only to make her shoulders flinch as the pallid slug was pressed into place about her neck, folded snugly around the bottom of her throat.

There were odd, circular twinges of pain as sucker cups attached to her skin, cinching the creature tighter. She choked as it nestled up against her, heart racing. Her blood moved fast, carrying a sense of joy and euphoria into her brain. The creature wanted her to feel good about what it was doing to her. That would help its integration, creating a symbiosis between them.

Strangely, she was already starting to like that idea.

How odd. From fear to acceptance in such a short time period. Such a thing could not be natural.

But there was more.

The alien was looming over her with a device in its left hand. It looked like - a set of tongs? What was it planning now?

She struggled again, but the parasite kept her still with its iron grip on her mind, holding her in place. It wasn't telling her anything, but she caught a sense of fear from it as well, almost as though it knew this was necessary, but it was dreading it.

How was that supposed to make her feel any better? She quailed as the tongs closed, the ends wrapping around either side of the amoeba, grasping its squishy body.

The alien's other hand lifted, a buzzing device in its fingertips. She was unable to get a good look, but it had a malevolent orange shimmer, and it sounded much like a pair of hair clippers.

She winced as the alien's hand sliced, and suddenly, she was free. Her back arched as she strained against the restraints, an agonized cry escaping her lips. Being free of the creature was excruciating!

Her body was on fire, and not in a good way, pins and needles marching up her limbs as a searing pain attacked her skull, squeezing and hammering. What had it done to her? Why wouldn't it stop?

A cool, soothing presence tickled up her neck, a wash of calm entering her thoughts. It took her a long moment to recognize that it was helping her. If she relaxed into the thrumming waves caressing her thoughts, the pain didn't feel so bad. It was taking that away from her, changing it into something bearable.

Her neck stiffened as threads flexed inside her spine. Her mind settled down as she relaxed into the seat, less worried about her future now. The creature laying around her neck had seized the reins of control left behind by the amoeba, helping her to adapt to the situation.

For that, she was grateful, but it meant that she had effectively left behind one master for another. The removal of the amoeba had done little. Her situation effectively hadn't changed.

The alien around her neck inflated, giving her a threatening squeeze. She abandoned this bad thought, letting herself be redirected by her new Master. There was no reason to belabor the point. The aliens still had her under their control, and she was getting rather curious as to what they would do with her next.

The alien was cupping the amoeba, treating it with care as it lowered the creature below Kate's belly. She couldn't see what happened next, but the wet squishy sensation against her mons gave her a pretty good idea.

She frowned, trying to understand. A sudden trickle of fear ran up her spine as she realized that the creature was moving between her legs, forcing her skin apart. Was it intending on crawling into her vagina?

No, the wet, bulging sensation halted right at the top of her pussy, pulsing as it settled into place. Another horrid thought flashed through her mind, but it was intercepted by the neck slug, the creature squeezing up against her throat as it manipulated her thoughts.

There didn't seem to be a way for it to communicate with her beyond this, but she was quickly starting to understand what it liked, and what it forbade. Having the creature mounted between her legs was clearly a necessary step, and it didn't matter how strange it might feel. It didn't matter how much pain it was starting to cause as it suctioned its body into place.

Her masters required it of her, and therefore she must obey. It was as simple as that.

She groaned as a spike of pleasure rocketed through her pussy. Her hips rocked forward instinctively, as if seeking another taste, but the pleasurable sensation didn't repeat. What a pity.

The neck slug relaxed, fluttering against her throat as she took a breath. Her lungs seemed more powerful now, or perhaps the slug was providing additional openings for her to breathe through? It was a strange feeling, but it made her feel more alert. That was a good thing, right?

She shuddered as the pleasure rose within her body, her mind being stroked by the alien creature. A swelling sensation came from her crotch, but she couldn't see what was going on down there. Her other Master appeared to have attached itself to her body for the purpose of pleasuring her. Why, she didn't know, but she had to admit that it was getting really distracting.

The alien's hands rose in front of her, its fingers irising open like the petals on a flower. She almost expected to see eyes centered in the palms of its hands, but instead there were small, multifaceted gems, glowing a stunning cerulean.

She stared at the crazed patterns, wetting her lips as her thoughts began to still. The alien was calming her down, forcing her body to rest.

Her breathing naturally became shallower, but she resisted the impulse to sleep. She wanted to see what would happen next! Why did she have to... oh, that was pretty!

A sparkling explosion of blue filled her eyes, and suddenly, she was elsewhere.

Gasping for breath, she shook her head, trying to understand where she was, confusion roiling through her mind. Blinking, she took a couple of deep breaths, searching for a set of solid truths to ground herself in the here and now.

She was laying on a low bench in a small chamber with dim circular lights above, obscured by a silky webbing that was draped from wall to wall. The webbing appeared to be a sage green, but she couldn't trust any of the colors she saw through the tinted blue hue of her vision. The actual color could very well be a bright yellow, for all she knew!

Sitting up, she pressed a hand to her forehead. Dizzy.

It wasn't too bad, the discomfort fading as she waited, staring at the closed portal in front of her. Tentacle arms were tightly linked together in a circular grip, suckers firmly attached. There was no way she was going to be able to force her way through that mess.

Something to worry about later. Now that she had been granted control over her body, she really wanted to do some self exploration, to understand what her new alien Masters were doing to her.

At least for the moment, both of them seemed dormant, leaving her alone to study them. That could simply be because they were done mucking about in her mind, for the moment. There was certainly a fondness there for the creatures that hadn't existed before, making it difficult to be afraid of her new Masters.

Indeed, the fact that she thought of them that way at all was rather telling. They simply seemed to fit on her, nestling in place as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Maybe it was. Her definition of normal had taken a big hit as of late.

She started with the thick slug about her neck, feeling around the periphery. It was hard to get a handle on it, given how tightly it fit against her skin. It was warm, body temperature, and when she tugged at it, her skin pulled away with it. It was attached.

She sighed as a cool flush trickled up her neck, muscles pulsing as it throbbed in place, giving her a slight warning. Yes, it wanted to be left alone. Trying to remove it was a bad thought, and she wasn't allowed to have any of those.

Stroking it, though. Welcoming it like a good slave. That was probably a good thing.

She changed her tactic, working her fingers around the sides as she felt the rear, languidly moving her fingers around the open holes that hissed with each breath.

Pleasure gripped her throat in a hot band, her point of view quadrupling as eyes opened up along a slight ridge in the center of the alien's body. Whoa.

That was distracting, but she could grow used to the extra sensory organ, especially if it kept rewarding her so generously for her obedience. The Master was pleased with her.

Things were getting a little too intense, however, so she lifted her fingers and relaxed, waiting for the slug to calm down. In due time the eyes flipped shut, the disorienting point of view vanishing.

Good. She would have to work with it to get used to its benefits. She needed to use everything it could give her if she was to accomplish the goals of her Masters.

That left the other alien, the one that had previously been perched on her head. She had to admit that this one was giving her a larger sense of trepidation, as it was her first Master - the first to touch her mind and teach her to obey the aliens. She wanted the best for it, to obey it in all things.

Her lips parted as she spread her legs, gently leaning over as she pressed the bottom of her jaw into the warm body of the slug, a pleasant squishing sound reaching her ears.

Yes, there it was, the amoeba sitting proud on top of her privates. A red stripe ran over the top and down towards the tip, which bulged outwards, jutting away from her body.

She hesitated, recognizing what it looked like immediately. It was a gigantic dick, similar to the one the alien who had attended her had possessed!

Intensely curious, she wrapped a hand around its girth, prodding it with her fingernails. It was warm, just like the neck slug, twitching in her hands. Perhaps the most surprising thing was the intense sensation that tingled up the surface of its writhing body. It felt like her skin!

Running her fingers down to the base, she touched and fondled the distended sack sitting below the base, moaning softly as the whole length swelled larger as the pulsing creature began to stir. That felt surprisingly good.

Is this what a man would feel anytime he touched himself? If so, she was surprised that they were able to stop themselves from playing with their dicks all the time!

The situation was undoubtedly made worse by the approval trickling into the back of her brain. The creature was approving of her manual stimulation.

She saw no reason to stop. She wanted to take this to its natural conclusion, to experience everything her Masters had to offer.

Gripping the swollen sac, she gave it a gentle squeeze, manipulating it as she felt around towards the base. At some point, it vanished below, sitting above the wet expanse of her vagina. Was it in the way?

She pulled it up, confirming that her hole was still fully accessible. Good, at least she hadn't changed that much!

She could play with that any old day, however. Right now, she was focused on exploring what uses this new dick could provide.

Gripping it near the head, she pressed a thumb between the double ridges, giving it a soft squeeze. The amoeba stretched out suitably, straining as the red stripe widened.

A thrill of pleasure ran through her brain, a soft groan escaping her lips. Yes, it very much liked that. She should do it again.

Squeeze. Throb. Squeeze. Throb.

Wetness spread over her fingers, and she frowned, lifting her hand to investigate. A liquid must have come out of the tip, for there was a sticky mess between her knuckles.

Shrugging, she rubbed it over the length of her new dick, grinning as it became sleek and supple. This must be its natural lubrication, encouraging her to use the new appendage as men had used theirs since the dawn of humankind.

Well, she lacked an appropriate subject, but her arousal continued to grow, the dick jerking within her hand. She should continue to do what felt natural, the alien organism prodding her along.

The stimulation was driving her crazy. She needed to push things further. What else could she do?

Her nipples seemed to be on fire. Maybe she could continue stroking the alien while also touching her breasts?

An encouraging buzz jolted her mind, the approval from the Masters winding her up further. She would have to be careful, or all of this would be over in a moment.

Breathing hard, she let go of the erect dick in favor of clasping her shaking hands over her enormous breasts. Oh my goodness, that felt amazing too!

Soft and spongy, the flesh flexed under her fingertips, rippling as it distorted under the pressure of her grip. That was definitely not natural.

It felt like her own skin, however, making her confused. She didn't usually have breasts this large, did she?

Pursing her lips, she grunted, shoving her chest forward into her hands as she squeezed as hard as she could. The flesh yielded, rolling in her hands with a burst of pleasure.

Nodding further, she pushed the slug collar down so that she could get a better look. Yes, for sure, there was something sitting on top of both breasts, enlarging them. It was somewhat subtle, but it could be more of those amoebas, as vertical red stripes ran over the tops of her nipples.

Only, they probably weren't actually her nipples, were they? Just reconstructions the alien organisms had provided for her to increase her erogenous zones.

Maybe they weren't parasites after all. More like pleasurable symbiotes. Welcome additions to her body, additional Masters to keep her in line. Oh, yes, this was going to be stunning.

Kneading the organisms, she groaned, stroking up and down. There was no way to tell where the creatures ended and her real body began. They had bonded to her skin, becoming a part of her, much like the neck slug and the throbbing dick.

Ah, yes, she couldn't forget about that.

It was flopping about, fully engorged as it stretched out in front of her. She wanted to touch it, to tease it, to feel what it was like to have a full orgasm under the control of her Masters. She was sure it would be spectacular.

She was about to abandon her breasts and give in to the temptation when a soft moan interrupted her manipulations. She had been so busy exploring her body that she had neglected to study her surroundings more closely, and now there was motion on the other side of the room.

She froze, holding her breath. She wasn't alone!

A human form had been almost invisible on the rear bench due to the way the light was filtered in the room, but now she could pick out definite characteristics, her mind parsing the input logically. Female, curvy, nude...

Her analytical thoughts short circuited as she caught a better view of the woman, the familiar creases around her collarbones jolting her with a hint of familiarity.

"Jackie?" she hissed, walking hesitantly towards the woman. "Is that you?"

She frowned at how rubbery her lips felt, her voice sounding thick. She ran her tongue over her teeth, unsure why it was so difficult to speak clearly.

"Is it?" the woman asked, her words slurring in a similar fashion.

Her body trembled. "They've done something to me. I'm not even sure any more."

Feeling anxious, Kate wrapped her arms around the woman's shoulders, squeezing her into a hug. "It doesn't matter now. You have me. We're together again."

"We do," sighed Jackie, leaning her head back. "I just wish I remembered all of the time we've spent together. I think... I resisted their influence a little too much. There are gaps, chunks of my personality they've removed to make me more pliable. It's rather distressing."