The Beginning of the End

Scientists had been arguing for years over how our way of life would come to an end. Many had suggested the widespread belief that the planet would eventually overheat due to the damage caused by greenhouse gases. the sea levels would rise due to melting icebergs and many towns and cities would find themselves underwater. The question had always been whether we would ever be equipped to survive past this point, though many questioned if survival in that kind of environment would be a curse in itself.

These were the sort of questions that passed through my mind every day. At the age of twenty-one, you would think I'd be carefree and living life to the full, but the truth was I had always been like this. It led to me living the life of an introvert, staying inside and avoiding human contact as much as I could. In the year 2020 when the pandemic Coronavirus took the world by shock, my behaviour only got worse. I don't think I left the house for the first couple of months of the pandemic, relying on my parents to bring in food. Unfortunately, they both contracted the virus, bringing it into the house and it spread to me as well. I had never felt so ill in my life, remaining bed-bound as my body was hit by a persistent cough, a fever and migraines. After a long week, I was beginning to recover, unlike my parents who had been taken to the Coronavirus ward in the local hospital where I lost them to the virus within a week.

Devastated, I retreated further into my shell as I continued to hide in my parent's house which was now my own. I had completely lost touch with my only friend from school, and I had no one to support me. Trapped with just my mind for company, and the ever more depressing news, I found my mental health reach its lowest as I began to fear going outside. Somehow, I survived the next two years as the world started to return to a new normal. I still didn't go outside, and the lack of sunlight was having a detrimental effect on my health, both physically and mentally. It wasn't long before I started talking to myself about my irrational fears of the outside world, spiralling into a panic sometimes.

A month or so later, I ordered my food as like I had done over the past few years to find the lazy driver, who was clearly in a rush, dumped my shopping at the end of my drive on the street. Panic came over me as my chest tightened and I was suddenly short of breath. Just the idea of stepping outside made me freeze on the spot. What made it worse was that I know I needed to go get it. There was no food in the fridge and it looked hot out there, the perishables weren't going to last for long. Plucking up the courage, I opened my door, took a deep breath and ran to the end of my street. There was no one else outside thankfully and when I stopped to pick up the shopping, I couldn't help but pause for a moment and enjoy the feel of the sun on my skin. Just as quickly as the feeling of enjoyment passed through me, my mind thought of the dangers of being out in the sun and out here where Coronavirus was still rife. I panicked, picked up the shopping and went running back to the house when all of a sudden I felt something hit me in the face with enough force to send me falling to the ground. As I looked around, I could see or hear nothing that caused the impact so I pushed myself up off of the floor and ran in with the shopping. That evening, I found myself in bed again with the worst migraine I'd ever experienced. The aching seemed to reach every muscle in my body, and on top of that, I had a fever. I kept the room in complete darkness and tried to find sleep.

The pain lasted a whole week before it started to alleviate. Whatever it was had left me weak and I'd lost a little bit of weight due to not being able to eat much at all. A voice in my mind suggested that I should go outside, that I should feel the sun against my skin just like last time. It was the first time my inner dialogue had ever gone that way, it usually agreed with me that outside was a dangerous place and should be avoided. As the week progressed, that voice grew louder. On top of that, things didn't seem right with me and I started to notice some odd occurrences. I'd be laying down, getting ready for bed when I felt something rub against my private parts. I looked underneath the blanket, but nothing was there. Turning my attention back to the television, I tried to distract myself, but the sensation of being touched down there would happen again, but when I looked, there was nothing there. After an hour of this, I found myself getting hot and bothered. This foreign sensation of being touched there was starting to feel good, and the voice in my head spoke. 'Go ahead, stroke yourself' The only problem was that it wasn't my voice that I heard.

The first night passed and I somehow managed to resist the voice tempting me to touch myself. With the way my mind worked, and the way my parents had raised me in such a prudish manner, I had never actually learned about how to masturbate. People I had known had spoken about it, but I had always felt incredibly uncomfortable when the subject came up in conversation. The idea repulsed me and because of how I had been raised it felt wrong. That was why I didn't give in to the voice inside my head last night, no matter how good the phantom touches felt down there.

That evening, the same thing happened again. I wondered if I'd finally snapped, had being left housebound with no interaction with the outside world been enough to break my mind? The voice felt stronger this evening, and the sensations were much more intense. I tried resisting, laying there on my back with my eyes closed, trying but failing to ignore the amazing sensations I was feeling down there. A musky scent filled the air, and I noticed that my skin was glistening in between my legs from the juices leaking. Taste yourself. There was that voice again, somewhat stronger and deeper than before. The temptation was stronger than before, and I questioned my sanity as curiosity overwhelmed me and I gave in to the voice inside my mind. Tracing a finger in between my legs, I felt a tingle like a small electric shock pass through my body, though it felt good. As the finger met my lips, I was struck by how sweet I tasted, and from then on, I couldn't stop. The voice gently growled in my mind, guiding me as I stroked myself slowly. The sensation was overwhelming and I couldn't help but close my eyes as pleasure flowed through me.

The next thing I knew, I was outside halfway down my street, and I was completely naked. Instinctively I threw up an arm to cover my breasts and covered my vagina with the other, thankful that the street lights had already switched off. The worrying thing was that meant it must be at least one in the morning, and last I knew, it was ten in the evening and I was laying in my bed touching myself. The voice had disappeared for now, but there was a throbbing ache in between my legs, an ache that demanded to be touched some more. Had I been touching myself out here in the middle of the street? Had anyone seen me? I ran back inside, my heart pounding. My door was wide open and I hoped nobody had walked in. That throbbing ache to be touched increased, not just in between my legs but also in my breasts. If it wasn't for the panic I felt at what had just happened, I would have given in to that ache, but the panic was sharpening my focus. When I was sure that no one had broken into my home and that I was alone, relief flooded my mind and I suddenly felt incredibly tired. Checking the locks on the front door one more time, I went back upstairs to my bed and drifted off to a peaceful sleep almost the moment my head hit the pillow.

Waking up the next morning, something felt different. For the first time in so many years, I felt good. It felt like the sleep I had fully refreshed me. The scent of my arousal filled the air, and when I checked, I was wet down there once again. The ache wasn't so bad right now, but the temptation was there. However, for the first time in ages, I felt like it was going to be a productive day. There were no worries on my mind, especially no irrational ones. I left the house and decided to go for a walk, enjoying the feel of the sun against my skin. It was beautiful on the outskirts of town with walks across the countryside and along the river. I spotted other people, and instead of cowering and hiding, I waved and wished them a good morning. Something had changed inside me, that much was worryingly clear, but physically and mentally, I felt amazing.

When I got back, I cleaned around the house for the rest of the day before settling in bed for the evening in front of the television. Sure enough, that sensation of being touched returned and it wasn't long before I was wet. The voice growled at me to touch myself again and I complied instantly, remembering how great it had felt the night before. This time I didn't black out and go off sleepwalking whilst naked. The pleasure I felt from my touch grew and grew until it was an inferno inside me threatening to break free. At the suggestion of the voice inside my mind, I toyed with that inferno, keeping myself on the brink of letting that inferno rage free. In my dressing room mirror, I caught a glimpse of my reflection. A sheen of sweat covered my body and there was a frenzied look of lust in my eyes. I thought I saw something black move near me, but I was too deep in my arousal to let it distract me.

Let go. The voice inside me commanded and I pushed myself over the edge, allowing the inferno of pleasure to spread throughout my entire body. I was a vessel of pure pleasure right now, frozen in place as my orgasm ripped through my entire body. I collapsed onto my sweat-covered bedsheets, panting from the exertion and feeling light-headed from the pure pleasure I had just experienced. Smiling to myself, I rested my head on the pillow to notice it was two in the morning! I had been touching myself for close to four hours. How had that much time passed? No wonder I was feeling so exhausted. Just like the night before, I fell asleep almost the instant my face touched the pillow.

Over the next few weeks, I found confidence and a contentedness I had never thought was possible. The voice in my mind encouraged me to go out, explore and visit areas with many people around. I followed the voice, trusting it from the way it had led me so far and went to visit busier towns and even cities around me. When I returned home, the ache to play came back with the vengeance and I found myself spending at least four hours a night touching and teasing myself as I explored my body. Tonight though, everything changed.

I was laying on my bed, stroking between my legs as I had been doing every night for the past month, deep in a lustful state of mind. The voice encouraged me to keep going and I felt something rise within me and escape through my throat. Something ethereal floated in the air in front of me, its shape and body were hard for me to comprehend as it seemed to keep shifting though it looked somewhat like an exotic jellyfish. Suddenly, tentacles shot out of the ethereal shape floating in front of me and I felt one wrap around my neck before pushing inside my mouth. My eyes bulged as I felt the tentacle engorge inside my mouth, growing hard as it pushed in and out against my gag reflex. I expected a taste so repulsive it made me heave, but it tasted very similar to my juices, if not sweeter and somewhat more addictive.

The ethereal being lifted me by the tentacle it had wrapped around my neck as if I weighed nothing. I was too shocked by this thing in front of me to react, and a small part of me wondered if I was imagining this or if my mind had truly broken. More tentacles extended from the jellyfish-like creature in front of me, wrapping around my wrists and my ankles, pulling them apart and holding me spread-eagled in the air. The more I tasted the tentacle, the more addicted to the taste I became. So much so that the need to taste it was beginning to outweigh the fear that grew inside of me. I felt my body react to the tentacle as if it was a drug, the craving for it grew by the second. Gagging on the tentacle, I was just about lucid enough to see another two tentacles shoot toward me, this time aiming for my breasts. The tentacles wrapped around the base of each breast, squeezing them before the ends of the tentacles started massaging my nipples. Oh god, why did this feel so good?

Suspended in the air by whatever this thing was, I closed my eyes as I tried to deal with the pleasure that was beginning to overwhelm my mind. All thought was melting away to allow my brain to process the addictive taste of the tentacle and the pleasure my body was receiving. I felt the next tentacle push against my dripping wet pussy before I saw it. Softly, and delicately, it inched into my tight hole, slowly taking my virginity. Like with the tentacle in my mouth, the tentacle slowly inched in and out of my pussy engorged and grew hard. The pleasure was too much as I was powerless to do anything but hang in the air and be fucked, not that I would have done anything if I could. The tentacle slowly increased its speed with every thrust, and my moans of pleasure were muffled by the tentacle deepthroating my mouth. The first orgasm had me convulsing in midair, my whole body shaking as pleasure so intense it threatened to cause me to black out. There was no time to recover as the tentacles were relentless, squeezing my breasts, stimulating my nipples, fucking my pussy, and now I could feel one push against my butthole. It took everything I had not to bite down on the tentacle in my mouth as it slowly pushed inside my asshole.

The pain and the pleasure combined, my mind floated just as I did in the air and no coherent thoughts were running through my mind. I could feel the two tentacles rub together inside me as they fucked me and I could feel the crescendo of pleasure rise up once again.

You're mine now. I heard the growl of the being in my mind just after another orgasm had ripped through my body. I hung limply in its grip as it continued its assault on all of my holes, if it wasn't holding me up I would be flat on the floor. The tentacle inside my pussy and my ass convulsed inside me, and I felt a warm liquid fill me. The liquid somehow increased my sensitivity and my eyes rolled back into my skull as the pleasure built to a level that threatened to eat away any sanity I had left. I could feel it rising inside me, threatening to erupt and consume all that I was. There was nothing I could do to stop it as that pleasure raged through my body like a storm, stimulating every nerve ending in my body until there was nothing.

The sound of the bin men collecting rubbish woke me the next morning. Confusion filled me, but otherwise, I felt incredible. Images flashed through my mind like a broken television. I saw my reflection as a tentacle wrapped around my neck, then the image changed crudely to the reflection of the tentacle fucking my mouth, and then finally to all of my holes being filled as I hung limply from its grip. My whole body was shaking as I approached the mirror, looking over my reflections as if trying to see through it and see if that thing was back inside me. There was nothing on my body to suggest that anything had even happened, and the voice I'd been hearing inside my head was absent.

I went through the next few days still without hearing that voice inside my head, I'd never felt so lonely. Aside from the voice, it felt like I was missing something, that there was something my body needed yet I couldn't quite figure out what. Another thing I noticed, was that I was hungry, like all of the time, and when I wasn't hungry, I felt incredibly horny. I went for a walk to try and distract myself but found myself tiring quickly. All I wanted to do when I came back was to touch myself. My body was so sensitive to touch at the moment.

A couple of days later, I woke up to find that my stomach was bulging slightly. In shock, I held my stomach feeling something move slowly inside of me. A part of me wondered whether I should go to the hospital and go have a scan to see what was inside of me. Who would believe me though? A crazy person with no signs of any illness or physical trauma comes into the hospital shouting that something is inside her and it talks to her through her mind. Yeah, that was going to go down well. Perhaps I was just bloated, I had been eating a lot more than normal this last week or so.

That night, I lay in bed, my whole body shivering. My body was craving something, though I had no idea what. Food did little to sate the cravings which only seemed to be getting worse by the minute. I was a jittering wreck, questioning my sanity once again. I stared at the mirror, seeing those broken images play through my mind once again. But did they happen? My memories caused me to feel each moment vividly, the way it felt being suspended in midair as my holes were ravaged by this ethereal being. Just remembering this caused my loins to ache. I knew that I was dripping wet before I smelt my arousal. Another memory played back through my mind. You're mine now.

'I am yours." I spoke to my reflection in the mirror, remembering the way it had growled its possession of me. Deep down I knew it was real, even if there was no proof.

"I am yours," I said louder, stripping down until I was naked. Was it my imagination or was that bulge in my stomach looking bigger already, could I see something moving underneath my skin?

Yes, you're mine. My whole body shivered as I heard the voice in my mind once again. I saw the being emerge from me and it looked bigger than it did before. Instantly its tentacles flew towards me, wrapping around my neck, my breasts, my wrists and ankles, finding and filling my holes. The instant I tasted the tentacle inside my mouth I sighed in relief. I felt like a drug addict who had been denied their fix for too long, savouring the taste and the way it made me feel. What. Are. You? I thought and suddenly my mind was transported somewhere else.

Through my mind I saw myself flying through space, escaping a planet that had been hit by a meteorite. There were thousands of beings just like the one I saw before me, many of them unable to escape with their lives.

Our planet was destroyed, but we knew it was coming. We used as much time as we had to conduct our research into a new home and we found Earth. Your body is a perfect candidate to host us, and your minds are easy to control with the right incentives.

'You're here to take over our planet?" I breathed.

More to share and take control. We do not kill our host, physically or mentally. Your species are susceptible to the pleasures we can offer your body. Sure we take control, but your lives will be that of pure pleasure, and our knowledge will be used to save your planet. We are not anywhere near as greedy or evil as you are.

I wondered what to ask next, but the tentacles were suddenly working away within me once again. Instantly my body reacted, feeling incredibly sensitive to the tentacle's touch. Its actions were much slower, much more deliberate, it aimed to tease me, constantly bringing me to the brink of climax and then withdrawing. It was frustrating the first few times, and then it became infuriating. I lost count of how many times it had pulled out at the last second, but I did catch my reflection. My tongue was out and I was panting, my eyes glazed over with a frenzy of lust. It positioned me on all fours and I felt another tentacle push inside me, through the mirror I could see it collect orbs from inside me. The orbs glowed with the same hue that the being did, and they slightly inflated and deflated as if they were breathing. Three eggs were removed from me before the ethereal being scooped them up and replaced them inside my body. I felt it this time, it made no effort to hide its presence.