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Three Hundred Million

By: xxxecil



They fell to the ground, laughing and fondling their own crotches in delight. As had all the others whom the beam had swept over. But the strangeness, the shock and awe and surprise still prompted those who could, to flee. My eco-friendly boxy hybrid sputtered and died; being largely electric, the EMP pulse had scrambled its workings beyond repair. That was something the theorists and UFOlogists had been right about; the aliens would first try to zap our electronics. But no one anticipated the second wave of their attack; nor could the best thinkers determine their exact objectives.

The alien warship was about the size of a hurricane, blotting out the sky with fluid, curvy ripples and bulges composed of some matte-green alien alloy; there were numerous ports, lights and devices on its surface that glowed hot pink, the same color as the ray-beams that swept my city. Well, I guess not my city; I'm just one of many newly-graduated computer-science geeks -- but we were all in for it...whatever it was.

No disintegrations, no explosions so far. Just these pink rays that bathed streets and buildings, and left behind insane, giggling people in its wake.

"It's.....some kind of...of...pleasure ray?" And it left young and old, male and female writhing upon the pavement; writhing with a glee unnatural, smiling so hard that they no doubt pulled the muscles in their cheeks. A plump blond housewife shook like a ragdoll, screaming all throughout a spontaneous orgasm that erupted between her thighs. And it continued; on and on. Some of the older ones couldn't handle it, collapsing insensate as the waves of impossible, artificial bliss continued to ravage their bodies. But those younger, once they got over the initial shock, their fumbling fingers tore through their pants as they began to masturbate furiously. Yet surprisingly little destruction for the no-doubt apocalyptic end of human civilization.

The jet-fighters came next. I felt a brief twinge in my belly as I dared hope that humanity was not utterly helpless before this extraterrestrial violation. No shimmering force-fields like I would have expected from the movies; missiles aimed at the hovering behemoths seemed to vanish without a trace. Then I noticed yawning, rippling...invaginations materializing out of thin air. They gaped for just moments, swallowing man-made projectiles into a hidden void of nothingness. I could see dozens of feathery-white trails in the sky as the armed forces unleashed their pent-up ballistic paranoia from the Cold-War against a new and terrible enemy.

But it was all for nothing. No explosions. Not a single missile struck any target. Strange vaginal voids in space-time just devoured every projectile. I could see one of the F-15's streaking away to attack from another angle, but one of the voids opened, and consumed the whole aircraft along with every missile it had fired.

Makes sense I suppose. If they're advanced enough to get over here from a whole other solar system, the battle's probably lost before it ever started. But for me, that didn't matter; I had to escape, survive, and those of us that remained after the attack would work out some way, anyway to fight back, no matter how long it takes! Then the ship started to pulsate, the rounded swells of greenish metal began to quiver and writhe, as if expanding...moving...opening?

**********

"F-FIGHT YOU!!!" I howled, as I sprang upright in bed, drenched in sweat. It took a few seconds of panting into the cool dawn air before I remembered to unclench my fists. Not daring to voice my own suspicions, I opened my venetian blinds to check...

Whew. No looming alien space-craft. No furiously embattled tanks or jet-fighters. Just the city. With people going about their business. As normal. Like every other day. And now, it seemed as those these dreams were also becoming normal. That was just the latest in a long, long line of night-time visions of alien domination. Why? What the Hell had I been smoking? Well, I'd finally scheduled an appointment with a shrink, at Jase's insistence and hearty recommendation; he had a right to be tired of my screaming waking him up at night.

The dreams...they been haunting me for months now; teasing me with a certainty more compelling than sunrise, death, or taxes. They seemed more than just undigested burritos dancing a Conga line in my brain. The visions had a vividness, a clarity that was deeply sobering. A certainty...that they were true? How could they be true? To be on the safe side, I peeked again as I slipped on a bathrobe. Nope, still no alien dreadnoughts come to lay waste to mankind. 

Months of this insanity... but the real reason, why I'd put off trying to get some kind of -- any kind of professional help was that I couldn't acknowledge; even to myself that my convictions might be a source of weakness, might be some kind of whacked-out psychotic break. What I believed -- what I knew to be true was such a compelling drive that I had refused to allow anything to justify the obvious suspicion that I was just another conspiracy nut. 

Well, who am I kidding; I am a conspiracy nut; but that doesn't mean I'm crazy. Not necessarily. I hope.

I had intended to tend to the morning flagpole, but I could hear that someone was in the shower already. I could hold off for few minutes. I curled up on the couch and zapped on the boob tube. I flipped through channels featuring live-sex acts on public access T.V., seven different versions of the Playboy channel - Just in time for CSPAN coverage of a Presidential Rose Garden ceremony in which the Commander-in-Chief was presenting the Medal of Freedom to the founding members of the newly sanctioned Federal Sex-Workers Union. The gleaming medallion tossed and turned as the metal valiantly fought to nestle itself between the abundant cleavage of Lexxxia Amore, a silicon-happy, giggling embarrassment to feminism and cash-cow for a host of cosmetic surgeons. Even months after the creation of the Union, and the ratification of the Sex-Worker Protection act by Congress, the sudden acceptance and praise that was being heaped on whores, strippers, and the dangerously promiscuous was still surreal enough to make my jaw drop. Lexxxia gave a little jiggle for the benefit of the audience, followed by a coy smile. And this president was a Republican no less! Just the latest example. All this smut on the air, seemingly with no regard nor mention of FCC decency/nudity regulations. 

My name wasn't Sherlock Holmes, and it didn't have to be for me to realize that something, somewhere had gone desperately wrong with the world. And no one seemed to care; no one seemed to notice. Except me, me and my small circle of friends, allies, fellow-conspirators. I think I know. At least, I might have grasped part of the puzzle. But then I heard the door swing open, and the sprinkling of the shower seemed to be dying down. Jase was probably done and forgot to completely turn off the water, I'd just slip in to use the facilities before the busy day I had ahead of me.

I just wanted to - 

And then the shower doors opened in a puff of steam. Slippery legs stepped over the rim with the dainty grace of angels dancing on clouds. The merest hint of her feet, the slightest view of her hands bespoke of obvious, unmistakable femininity. From the toned sculpture of her long legs to the flaring swell of stunningly wide birthing hips up to the chiseled beauty of her fit belly would have been enough to make me cream my boxers, yet there was so much more. Her bulging breasts were too naturally life-like to be silicon implants, yet they seemed just a few inches too vast, too buxom to be real. Her heaving chest seemed to throb as though someone was trying desperately to inflate twin rose-tipped cantaloupes beyond their natural limits, yielding curvaceous valleys of feminine bounty that demanded all the lurid attention her audience could bestow. 

In that moment, I became the man that every woman hates; the man that cannot look above the neckline. I didn't even need to; what I'd seen, all too clearly was more than enough. It was the most perfect female figure I could have imagined. My peripheral vision gave me a vague impression of a young-ish, smooth face, but there just seemed to be no need to look her in the eye. Even if her face had been ugly enough to warrant wearing a bag in public, her beyond-gorgeous figure would have been enough to wrench from me any promise, any vow of fidelity for the chance to couple with her. For the life of me, I couldn't even be sure she had arms. (I assume so, or else she couldn't have used the)shower. But my attention was riveted helplessly by the display of girlflesh overflowing with sex-appeal.

"You must be Cecil. Jase mentioned he had a roommate." Said a voice like velvet dipped in honey. And Jase had been bragging for a few days about this unbelievable babe he was sure to score with. I had dismissed his claims...until now.

"Y-y yeah...th's...me." Smooth, Cecil. Real smooth. But shouldn't she be the nervous one, naked and dripping, alone in here with a guy she's never met? Didn't show it if so. "C-can I get you a uhm....t-towel?" I offered. Beyond-Gorgeous strode towards me as if she didn't hear. I shouldn't just stare at her tits,don't just state at her tits. Notjustits,notjustits,womenhatethat...but I'd never seen anything quite like them.

I made it as far as her bee-stung, ruby-red lips framed by errant strands of platinum-blond hair plastered to her shoulders by the wetness. Almost as if she was wearing lipstick, even though the rivulets of trickling moisture proved she'd been in the shower. I just took it for granted that she had eyes.

"Why would you want me to have a towel? You're a man...I'm a woman. You crave the sight of my naked body." Thank you, Princess Obvious -- but why isn't she the least bit shy? "All it takes is the sight of nude, available female flesh, and the male's libido dominates his thoughts." She ran slender fingers through my neat brown crew-cut. Ah, so she does have arms after all. "There's nothing I could say to sway you... as your penis fills with virility, the urge will become undeniable." She growled. What the hell? What was she expecting me to do?

" Uhm...you are...what do you think you're doing?" sleek fingers ran down - "HEY!!" into my boxers where her suspicions about my manhood were confirmed.

"It doesn't matter what I do -- Men are animals; you exist for no other reason than to plant your seed into fertile females." I shuddered as a whisper-like teasing touch inflamed my maleness into iron-hard insistence. "Now that you are aroused, no words of mine can save me from your burning need to copulate." The way she stepped into my arms put my hands in a natural position to run my fingers down the firm swell of her ripe, gleaming ass. I shuddered as she nuzzled my neck.

"Whoa...wait I... I never meant to... I don't know what kind of...of game this is...b-but...."

"The male will feel a possessive urge and will lay claim to the female, exploring her body the way a conqueror surveys his territory..." announced Gorgeous as she grasped my wrists and placed them upon her own ample charms. Her boobs filled both of my hands neatly, with a hefty weight and hardening nipples that brought a growl to my throat. Oh dear... she had eyes too. Wrestling with my own lustful awe, I was finally able to study this slutty creature without fixating on any one part. They were sultry windows to a soul shadowed with the emerald-green promise of smoldering erotica. Strange, it was almost like she'd been wearing full make-up, yet was still dripping wet from the shower. I would have pondered the mystery further, had I not been as....distracted as I was.

"There comes a point..." she said as she arched her back, shoving her rampant mammaries further into my grip. "When no threat of social sanction can quell the urges of the male to seize his desired mate, he will press his body against her -- " Her breasts...they seemed to be pressing further against my palms. As if the tender titflesh was swelling, throbbing, inflating...but not as a balloon would, her glistening rack seemed to enlarge with the weighty promise of full-bosomed sexuality. It was surreal, but too erotic for me to fully contemplate the implications. It was becoming harder to contemplate anything but my own tightening boxers.

"...he will thrust himself into his female with a savagery that denies his elevation over the beasts." She snarled. What was the point of this? Beyond crazy; this psycho-slut was trying to get herself -- oh damn....her hands I forgot about her hands... Delicate fingers tightened around my manmeat with practiced care and expert insight -- and I could practically feel my member leaping for joy in my constraining pants. "I will see it;" murmured Beyond Gorgeous Psycho-Slut. "I will see the instrument of my ravising!" A tongue leapt from the face of this goddess as she yanked down my boxers and graced my surging meat with wet touches that displayed a precision and control superior to the most experienced whores, before she enveloped my cock into the slippery prison of her mouth. My knees went weak...heart thudding into my chest. She kneeled lower, bobbing her blond head upon my rigid rod.

But it wasn't like a typical blowjob -- (not that I'd had many!) There was some new element to her erotic ministrations. Her throat rumbled with a deep tone at the low range of human hearing, a savage and animalistic growl that represented wild drives far older than intelligent thought. A surge of odd sensations attacked my penis as her tongue encircled my shaft. It was not the build towards seething climax that every man is familiar with; but rather her mouth felt like an out-pouring of...energy? It was like my penis was a battery, storing voltage for future use. As though this naked, dripping slut was energizing my member. I could practically feel my virility increasing -- along with my lust.

It was too much, too incredible to believe. Not only could I not believe this was happening to me, I wouldn't even believe that anyone could make up an encounter so crazy. Women just didn't act like this. Did they? Not even prostitutes were like this. Only the most depraved clinically-diagnosed nymphomaniac seemed likely to just assault a stranger in his shower and talk this way. Although I'm not even sure if there is a clinical definition of nymphomania, but if so, Beyond-Gorgeous here fits the bill to a Tee. Could any woman be horny enough to seduce strangers this way and not be under psychiatric care?

But there was something else wrong with this cock-sucking episode; in appearance she was perfect. For me at least. She matched the culmination of all my most erotic fantasies -- everything I'd ever hoped a woman could be but never expected to encounter because of how unlikely it would be. My ultimate fantasy babe. Here, in my apartment. Trying to get me to rape her. But decides to just settle for a good, long blow-job. A very...veryy....goooood blow-job...oohhh....man...... And I remembered how the whole world seemed to be gaining acceptance for erotica and indecency, strangely...step-by-step in a way that no one seemed to notice but me. And it was too much. Her mouth slid away from my cock for a moment as she panted, eyes fixated upon my rigidness.

"Now that the male has been provoked beyond the point of no return, he will seize the female and force his desires upon her yielding flesh." she decided, the gleam in her emerald eyes beyond madness. She inhaled my cock again. And her tongue...ohhh...it seemed longer, more agile than before as she worked my rod between her wet lips.

The conspiracy...it was real...there was a plot...I knew there was...I knew it...maybe this is how it starts...

"N-NOOO!!" I jerked away, my beefy ten-inches bobbing in the bathroom light. " I don't think so lady...I don't know what kind of slutty stunt you're trying to pull, but this is too weird, and I'm not gonna play along! S-so you can just...g-get dressed and...just...leave." Where were her clothes anyway?

She seemed stunned; "You are male; I am female -- you are aroused and must force your mating drives upon my body!" Where was she getting this from?

"I uh....you're the most gorgeous babe I've ever seen but...uh...this...this is too much, too fast, it doesn't make sense. I'm not the kind of guy you seem to think I am." She squatted cat-like on the bathroom tiles, water running in rivulets down her swelling assets.

Beyond-Gorgeous shot me a venomous glance and stood up; her football-sized breasts bounced indignantly (They are bigger! At least two more inches! I'm sure!)

"No wonder your girlfriend left you! Useless..." she muttered some angry sneer under her breath as she stalked out of the bathroom. Naked. Dripping. She knew Susan? Was this some weird prank intended as some sort of sexual con? A set-up of some sort? My ultimate fantasy babe stalked to the door and fiddled with the knob before turning back and casting a sinister glance. "But you'll come crawling back...begging for me...your cock hard for me..." She nearly growled. "I can feel the way your body craves me; next time your willpower will fail you!" She challenged as she stalked off in a huff. 

Naked. Dripping.

This girl, the most impossibly beautiful female I could ever imagine comes home with my roommate; probably gave him the night of his life, uses my shower, tries to seduce me...and leaves without drying off, and without clothing. Not a stitch. I stood at the open doorway dumb-founded as I watched her walk off down the hallway to the stairs that would lead past three more apartments and to the streets below. Naked. Dripping. I was mesmerized for a moment by the sinuous interplay between the toned muscles of her legs and nude, bulging ass cheeks. The light bulb in the hallway glinted off her wet skin, highlighting every glorious curve and voluptuous swell.

"But...but...your clothes!?" I wasn't sure anymore what response I should expect from her. She turned back, eyes narrowed, her hard, plump nipples catching the light from a sideways angle to give brilliant pinpoints. And she laughed. Laughed with cruel mockery. As if I was the crazy one. That rapturous face sneering at me shredded my confidence for a moment. It was a look that said 'get with the program'. And yet... as far as I knew, there were still laws against public nudity, how could she...what is she thinking? What does Beyond-Gorgeous know that I don't?

"She'll probably know the inside of a jail-cell, especially if she meets a female cop." I assured myself. "What ever's going on in the world isn't bad enough that naked people can roam the streets at will." Oopsie...then I realized that my own boxers were still down, my own rigid meat exposed in the breeze. I closed the door and resolved to get dressed. I had a busy day ahead of me, and I'd ask Jase about his screwy girlfriend next time I saw him. 

I searched his room as I struggled to put pants on. His bed was surrounded on all sides by posters, mementos, and discs with recordings of Katherine McPhee from during and after American Idol. The bed was a frazzled mess of wrinkled sheets. I could see that the legs of the bed had been jostled, shifted from their prior imprint on the carpet. Someone had gotten laid last night. 

Seemed odd; I'd always heard that women don't like being compared to most other women, and huge reminders that you idolize another girl was probably a turn-off most of the time. But I guess not tonight. But for now, empty room, empty bed.

So he banged her last night, and then he left in the morning...so she stays behind...for me? Huh. My pants...*URRNT* That was odd; my erection was still going strong. I should have gone soft by now, but my action-ready rod was still hot and bothered. I tried three times before I succeeded with my zipper. I couldn't remember the last time my cock had been so hard. My cock.


Three Hundred Million and One



 A Tale of the Nymphocalypse

She was everything he had always craved in a woman. Perfect skin, ice-blue eyes, and primly bound blond hair in a neat bun. Yet the young civilian liaison from his biggest Defense Contractor also exuded an air of discipline that he could respect even if she wasn't it uniform.

"And as you can see General, the new Databases have the potential to increase Operational Tempo by a minimum of seventy percent even with the most conservative projections." She paused for a moment, and seemed to stretch, was she willingly thrusting her chest at him? The front of her deep indigo business dress wasn't puffing out was it? Almost as if her breasts were somehow swelling? No. Of course not. But...what was that growling sound? He thought he heard some kind of primal, animal purring...must be his imagination. He adjusted his pants with a barely stifled grunt, surprised at the sudden erection.

"The secondary reports you have in your possession also verify the heuristic capabilities of the new microchips that....are you feeling all right General?" Her porcelain smooth face seemed genuinely concerned as the aging four-star squirmed in his seat. That low, almost inaudible growl again...

"N-no...C-continue." But something was clearly upsetting him. His weathered and stern features were reddening, like a steam kettle about to erupt.

"Certainly General, but you'll find that the cost projections are only forty percent that of our competitors - " The older man grunted and squirmed, quivering with some incredible tension that he could barely suppress and could no longer conceal.

"What's wrong sir?" cooed the Defense Contractor as she slid a leg up onto his desk, perching there in such a way as to provide a clear view deep into her cleavage.

"I...can't....I haven't...." He was straining, clenching, there was a need exploding within him that he dare not express, yet could no longer control. A sharkish gleam came to the face of the smooth blond woman.

"Is your cock hard for me, General? Is your body aching for the touch of mine?" Her tone was knowing, and mischievous.

"wh – no....I couldn't...inappro- priate." He was shuddering with need. "M-married...could never....don't want that..."

"I understand General, and I respect you." Her voice softened. "You might find this hard to believe, but I'm a soldier too. Except that I don't fight with guns, or bombs. I fight with these..."

The buttons of her suit slipped open as though her clothes had a will of their own, and curvaceous double-D's practically leapt forward. A nude realm of feminine swells and ripeness was revealed before him, with neither bra nor underwear beneath her clothing. 

"How do you like my missiles, Sir?" she laughed as she squeezed her naked bosom together. His head was raised, his eyes wide as if in dread...or joy...or both. "It's only fair that your cock is so hard General." she explained. She took his wrist in her hand, and thrust it between her sleek, statuesque legs. "Feel how wet you've made me. Feel my desire trickling between your fingers, and between my thighs." His jaw twitched in forbidden excitement. She slid into his lap, and her throbbing breasts seemed to envelope his quivering face. She stroked his balding head, encouraging him to nuzzle her naked flesh and suck upon her hardening, dark nipples. Already her body seemed to gleam, to glisten in the light.

"*MMPH* s-so wet...so soft...*SLURP*" It was too much; from the first time his tongue touched her sensuous flesh, the General's will had snapped. "Your scent... so sweet....like cinnamon." The pair began thrashing together, the older man's pants a distant memory as the naked slut rode his aching member there in his chair. A moan of primal gratification slipped from her perfect lips, and as he reveled in the soft delight of her boobs, she raised her face towards the ceiling, her expression exultant, as her eyes began to radiate an unearthly pink glow.

**********

A stocky black man with salt-and-pepper hair sat in a spacious Pentagon office as his hands firmly gripped a red telephone before him. His face was tense, yet he radiated fear and uncertainty. There was a mysterious sucking, smacking sound from under his desk. Punctuated by feminine giggling. The occasional strand of long, auburn-red hair could be seen in his lap. With a throaty grunt, he picked up the red phone.

"CANCEL....DEPLOYMENT.... I REPEAT, CANCEL....DEPLOYMENT!!!" There was a moment of silence, before the standard affirmative was heard. Hanging up the phone, he slip back into his chair, face calming, $eyes closing in release...acceptance. But there was a throaty shout as he began his climax. Eagerly, gratefully he surrendered to the red-haired vixen under his desk. His beefy meat pumped, and he released everything... his sperm...his lust... his loyalty... all spurted into the lips of the sultry she-demon that moaned and giggled with triumph.

**********

"I did it." The hook-nosed Senator slobbered into his cell phone. "Y-you can come back now....I pushed it through committee...opposition couldn't stop it....it's done... The Emergency Disarmament Bill has been ratified...you can come back to me." His voice began to quiver.

"I know Senator. I just saw it on C-SPAN. You know what this means; you've earned your reward." purred a voice like silk dipped in honey. It was mere minutes later when the door opened, as the Senator frantically tried not to touch himself.

She was already naked when she entered. He had neither the time nor inclination to ask about her clothes. Naked save for black, high-heeled shoes. An exotic cascade of midnight hair cascaded over the pale skin of her shoulders. Her eyes were upswept, smouldering and dark, probably Eastern-European in origin – so she seemed. Yet even had the Senator known that the true birthplace of this sultry creature was five thousand light-years away, the knowledge would not have quenched the fires that burned in his groin. Her round, pendulous breasts jiggled as she walked, a sensuous goddess that embodied his deepest, most fiery cravings. She was just the type of woman he'd always asked for during his regular visits to the high-priced, exclusive madams that provided services to Capitol Hill.

Already, her flesh began to gleam with that strange, oily perfume...so sweet; like Rose Oil and tangerines, and the Senator leapt at her. The feverish gleam that burned in his eyes was not that of a man of privilege enjoying his mistress, but rather he had become a frantic maniac with a craving borne of desperation. 

He went for her cunt first; grasping her hips as he thrust his tongue into her female depths, as if the wetness there was the elixir of life. She chuckled in glee as his agile mouth tantalized her. But then he worked his way upwards, tongue savoring every bit of her taut belly. Something in the taste of her skin, wherever his mouth was, it seemed like he was going down on a hot, wet cunt. His mouth worked its way past her navel, then up...up to her boobs. From his vantage point, her glorious face was entirely obscured my the mammalian mounds that jutted forth like overgrown coconuts hanging from a tree of erotic promise. He was only able to manage three sucks upon her nipples before all reason fled from him, and the Senator pulled his secret lover near his desk, while he leaned back against it. 

His penis almost seemed to burst forth of its own accord as he frantically struggled with his pants, and he pulled her atop him as that eerie, animal growl issued from her throat... gripping her shapely ass and wide hips, he pistoned her nubile body upon his rampant member.

The glee that possessed him was expressed in crazed yelps of excitement, not caring who heard them. His sultry goddess tossed her ebony hair and moaned luridly, all the while her pulsing breasts seemed to grow larger, as if her nipples were targeting him, reaching towards him with a promise of forbidden ecstasy. The orgasm was torn from him as she wrapped her legs about his hips, and the world seemed to fade away compared to the splendor the Senator found within that sopping cunt.

**********

"So you believe you will gain insight from studying the recordings of our infiltration of your planet's command structure?" Asked Dr. Cox. Sitting on a floating, wrap-around desk hovering eight feet in the air, in defiance of Earth's gravity.

"I have to see it....I have to know what happened. Why we gave up." I replied, examining the holographic screens hovering in the air in front of me. I wondered where the camera could have possibly been in either of the three recordings, but alien technology probably didn't have the same limitations as ours.

"You surrendered because of what you are; men. To resist us, you would need to resist your own intrinsic nature."

"No...there's...there's more to me than that!" I grit my teeth at Dr. Cox as she hovered closer. She still had her hair bound all prim and proper, but she had no glasses now, and no clothes. The desk she worked at was built with indentations that helped to contain the heaving boobs that sprouted from her chest, each large enough to contain a full-size survivalist canteen. The room was one of those impossibly white and empty rooms that you might see on commercials where they don't want anything to detract from the product. But in this case; I was the product. "I'm not livestock! I won't be anyone's....er... sperm-slave!"

"So you say. You have a highly inquisitive mind and penetrating intellect; which allowed you to free yourself from our reality simulator, and so...ironically I've been authorized to aid in your education."

"I'm afraid to ask ; but I do wonder why it is that you all speak English."

"The cerebral implant in your ear interfaces with your language centers and allows us to understand each other; it also gives me a wealth of data concerning your individual brain function." I reached towards a strange weight in my left ear, and I felt a cool, smooth object with a shaft that extended into my inner ear, towards my brain!? And anchored by spidery legs around the outside of my ear. And I was lucky to be wearing even that much. These aliens seemed to shun clothing, and they expected the same of their human chattel. My reasonably trim body was stark naked, there seemed to be some embedded metal studs where my feeding tubes had been attached, and there was an annoying plastic cap covering my penis, and I was better dressed than Dr. Cox.

"And yes, attempting to remove the neural probe would be suicide." I swallowed. Time to change the subject.

"It wasn't all a lie, was it? You really are some sort of brain scientist in real life?" The alien woman almost swelled with pride.

"I am the Senior Xenoneurologist of this planet; and Chairslut of the committee that designed the Reality Simulator for your species. And I have plans for you, before you are sent to the mating pool." Chair- what? Did I hear her correctly?

"Ehhrr...no way! I'm doing anything to help your invasion! And I've already given you enough cum – I'm not going into anyone's mating pool!" Her laugh was musical.

"I only wish you had given me enough cum; but all ejaculates from males under the Reality Simulator goes into the common fund. And besides, it must be clear to you now that you have no choice;" She leveled a finger, her eyes narrowing. "You...and every penis on this planet is now the property of the Coit'ii Empire!" Her desk was hovering over me now, and I noticed it had one of those bright, pink panels on the bottom, the same as those I'd seen on the human-magnetic aircraft. And sure enough, I was yanked upwards and adhered to the bottom of her desk-vehicle through invisible forces outside the scope of human science.

"You...Mr. Cecil Damion escaped my Simulator. It is as intriguing as it is upsetting to my ego as a scientist." They were floating upwards, the white ceiling sphinctered open to allow Dr. Cox and her unwilling cargo passage. "But thanks to your neural implant, I am constantly fed a stream of data concerning your exact mental state; so you get your wish...in part." she lowered her voice in a conspiratorial tone. "You are so curious and inquisitive, so you get to learn. You will get a chance to experience the full truth that no human mind now understands."

"Why go to the trouble of helping me at all? Aren't I just a sperm-factory for your Coy – Tee Empire?" She chuckled.

"Coit' – Never mind. It is true that while you are rare, you remain our property. But your mind will be of use to us whether you wish it or not. You see, I'm going to document the way your brain learns real information, and that will give me invaluable insight on how to make the Simulator more realistic to cunning minds. By the simple, involuntary act of learning, you will yet serve our purpose!"

"I...I'll never submit to alien domination! It may take me...the rest of my life, but I'll find a way to fight you!"

"It will be a lonely war then, the greatest challenge for the races we conquer is just wanting to resist. Most never reach that point – I doubt humanity will." I wasn't quite sure what to say to that; but by then we had reached the central shaft of the Tower, and I beheld again thousands....tens of thousands of my fellow human males trapped and strapped in small booths with virtual reality equipment embedded on their heads – hijacking their senses and feeding them a false world of sexual gratification. Indeed, the streams of semen shunting down the clear tubes was proof enough that the occupation of Earth by the Coit'ee was unusually popular. The human ejaculate was gathered into spiraling tubes embedded in the walls, where it was pumped at high speed upwards. For the first time I was getting a real impression of how important sperm must be to this female race, was it for the obvious reason?

On all levels, there were catwalks and floating platforms were more of the Coit'ee went about the business of harvesting semen. All were of course, gloriously naked – their ripe bodies glistening and wet. I could hear them speaking, and thanks to the implant, I could understand snatches of conversation.

"...can sustain human male spermatozoa for journeys of just over one-hundred light-years with less than two-percent degradation."

"...favors a neurosurgical rather than hormonal protocol to permanently increase the male human libido."

"...pitched my idea to the District UnderSlut. She's leaning towards the ribbed shaft design as the most efficient and pleasurable."

I had to snicker, in spite of it all.

"The term is a high compliment in our culture." Reminded Dr. Cox. Hmm....that almost makes sense...

But also amazing were the the smells, I was washed over by a veritable river of aromas. They were tangy and flowery and acrid and earthy. It was far too intense to be a coincidence. I knew that some Earth animals communicated with scent, did the Coit'ii supplement their language that way?

Most surreal of all was the visual dimension. Apparently, as they walked, the aliens were randomly absorbing the deep, sexual fantasies of their captive humans. I saw one pair of honey-blond Classic California girls with bouncy D-cups talking as they passed by rows of human sperm-slaves. In seconds, their tanned skin and flowing hair morphed before my eyes into the complexions of freckled red-heads. It was like one of those cheesy commercials where some shady local outfit tries to show morphs of different customers becoming each other to impress you with how many people use their service. For me, it finally dawned on me that real-life Coit'ii might have a lot more to their natures than was apparent inside the simulated world.

"...forgetting the potential to further increase sperm-count over time; through continuous scientific progress!" One stated emphatically. A strange, lemon-citrus odor washed over me, a surge of aroma that came upon me more suddenly than I might have suspected possible. Her companion shook her head, then walked too close to a tall, brawny black youth with the build of a basketball player moaning in pleasure inside his alcove. Her pale, freckled skin darkened to a light-coffee shade, and her ass cheeks shot out nearly six inches over the course of two steps into rounded curves of sumptuous ghetto-booty. She paused for a moment to run her hands down over her new assets.

"But we need to 'husband' our supply carefully;" Ghetto-booty snickered at her joke. "Experimental Virility enhancers have been known to damage sexual performance in the long run for other species. I think we should take the safer, surer route. The men of this planet already produce enough sperm to service the Empire for decades." A softer, sugary scent came to me then, almost like....bubblegum? Her partner, the lemony-citrus girl had already absorbed a fantasy of a blonde, bronzed-skinned, rippling ab fitness model.

"Those planets with the negative reaction suffered from low birthrates anyway; nothing at all like humanity! The human male is always in heat! He craves sex with females on a daily basis! The Empire has never mated with such a species before!" Fitness model began to morph into a brunette with exceptionally long legs, a swimmer's build, her enthusiasm was palpable- and I thought.... a fruity smell...almost like apple...apple pie?

"All the more reason not to ruin a good thing with risky experiments." Ghetto-Booty paused for a moment next to a skinny, pasty faced teenager mimicking guitar-playing as he hallucinated within his alcove about becoming an idolized rockstar, no doubt with millions of groupies. The Coit'ii closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened them her body had become pale and wiry with dark hair graced with a purple, punk-streak down the middle; the perfect Goth-chick girlfriend for the nearest, fantasizing human.

"Well, in the end it's up to the Supreme Andrologist anyway." The first Coit'ii, currently a leggy brunette that seemed to wash my senses with a bubble-gum scent herself. Was there a pattern that I could detect? But then she stopped suddenly as her breasts began to throb. "Oohhh... feel this one," she told her friend as she stood nearby a balding, fortyish business man-broker-banker type, who apparently had quite a breast fetish. Leggy Brunette began to shift into a copper-skinned, dark-haired Latina whose breasts started to flow outwards with rapid growth, like tawny rivers of jiggling boob. She made a shimmying motion as her hips widened past the width of her shoulders. Yet still her errant melons continued to grow. The two lusty entities crowded closer to the source of this desire the way sweaty humans might thrust their faces towards the air-conditioner on a hot day.

"So sensitive," said the second, shifting out of her Goth-girl persona to become a busty sister to her companion. Her expanding breasts filled her palms as she kneaded her own titflesh; within four seconds, her hands could sink into the pillows of boob so deeply that her fingers where hidden up to the first knuckles.

I love this sort of fetish; it makes you feel so fertile and feminine." The first one began hefting her massive juggs in either hand, though truthfully it was extremely difficult to tell them apart anymore, as they copied an identical fantasy. Their assets had just surpassed even Dr. Cox at her largest by at least an inch. Pliant mounds began to exceed even the bustiest of human porn stars. 

The first Coit'ii raised up her arms over her head and began to toss her ink-black hair as she thrust her widening boobs towards the insensate human prisoner that gurgled with bliss in his alcove. She shook her chest, watching the careening bounces and quakes of her massive G-cups. "This kind of lust gives the most nourishment by far..." she moaned. A third Coit'ii happened by on the catwalk coming from the other direction, her skin was brown and her hair was auburn, with the polished beauty one might expect from one of the trophy babes in a rap-music video.




Three Hundred Million and One



"Over here! You should feel this one's lust!" insisted the jiggly alien. The new girl stopped and stood closer, and began cooing as her flesh and hair warped into the Latina fantasy.

"Oohh...I want a Headset! I need to taste his desire firsthand!" the newcomer said. 

"Mmmm....maybe you need to save up for a Direct Mating." suggested the second Coit'ii 

"Hah! Not likely!" scoffed the new alien. "It would take a hundred Yearns to raise that much Chi-Chi, the best any of us could hope for is a Single Seeding." But the first one made a sneering sound.

"But I like to...I need to feel a man's sperm thrashing inside my cunt! I need to feel his hot jizz blasting into my womb..." the randy alien gave a husky moan. "And humans have so much..."

"That's what the Simulator is for." said newcomer. But the second one growled, and began massaging her pussy lips with her fingers.

"I need to breed! Here we are, on the most virile planet the Empire has ever discovered, and it's been almost a third of a Yearn since I've spawned!" bemoaned the alien shapeshifter.

The rest of the scintillating conversation was lost on me, as Dr. Cox's hover desk began to drift outside the range where I could hear and smell the sex-starved entities. Interesting...I had a lot to think about....

The Tower was massive, in width and height both. I didn't know what exactly my psychologist-captor thought that I needed to see; but despite her earlier claims of making a better simulator from studying my mind, I decided to observe anything and everything. We passed from a dark tunnel into a bubble-like public chamber connected with honeycomb entrances for floating platforms like the one my body was magnetized too.

It was a vast, common area – perhaps something like a lounge or cafeteria for the Coit'ii workers that tended to the human male sperm-harvest. There were innumerable floating pads for sitting or standing, and the chamber was clogged with hundreds of wet, aromatic Coit'ii. There was a vast variety of appearances here, as a multitude of different fantasies had been absorbed. The sight of so much slippery, buxom female flesh made me feel for a moment like the sleazy guy trying to spy on the Girl's Locker room; yet I suspected the reaction would be far different if I were spotted. Many of them gathered around platforms with a floating, pink-glowing orb upon it, which they gazed intently at and touched periodically with index fingers – some game? Perhaps some sort of menu-selection device for something? I had no clues.

The womanly creatures were naked yes, but....but as I studied them more closely, tried to block out the overwhelming potpourri of fruity-sweet aromas they radiated, I started to see that the situation was not so simple. I had seen that these beings release a sex-musk oil when aroused, but it seemed as though... here in large groups that the oils could be...decorative?

A few redheads to the left had a slick oil with a bluish sheen in the right lighting. Many others were dripping wet with something that left a rainbow iridescence if watched closely. And there was the glitter. Sparkly, festive motes sprinkled over a few dozens individuals, I saw green, blue, and purple sparkles amidst their wet slicked flesh. I noticed that there seemed to be groups; the blue-sheened sat together, next to the green-sparkled. Also together were the rainbow iridescent's. And I wondered; on Earth....er....Earth when humans controlled it, clothing not only concealed sexual interest and guarded against the elements, but it also conveyed status and occupation. It seemed that these body oils had a similar purpose for these aliens. Perhaps everyone with body glitter formed a particular faction, or had achieved some career plateau?

And I was still trying to figure out the aromas. I had noticed several distinctive odors from the Coit'ii that screwed me when I was in the Simulator; but in the real world, it seemed as though individuals could radiate a complete set of scents...where there individual musks and common musks? Again I smelled the citrusy lemon odor. Some of the apple-pie scent, and a vast array of muddled, fruit aromas. Did these....ahh maybe that was it! Perhaps spoken language was only the barest tip of their communication – I knew ants passed messages through pheromones – it must be the same with these beings.

What disturbed me almost as much as the shapeshifting was the familiar faces – I gulped as I saw a few familiar actresses amongst the mob. I'd swear that was....Angelina Jolie..dripping with the blue-sparkled body oil. And then I saw.... again! An identical face amongst the mob! But then I remembered how one of the aliens had made my roommate believe she was his Celebrity goddess Katharine McPhee. So there were a few Jolie-lovers amongst the men.

And it seemed there was....a problem! The two Angelina-dopplegangers were staring at each angrily, and pointing...some of the other conversations began to die down.

"What does it feel like to be such a liar!" sneered one of them, the full-lipped face of Ms. Jolie twisted into an angry sneer as she balled her fists, clear oil glistening. This fantasy had been taken from one of her more active roles, looking like a nude, bustier version of the actress about the time she filmed 'Tomb Raider'.

"You'll pay for your baseless slander, you tight-cunt prude!" snarled Angelina #2. The crowd gasped and paid even closer attention. Prude? Was that an insult? The second duplicate was more refined and made-up, looking more like Angelina during 'Mr. & Ms. Smith.' - If she were naked and covered in body oil with sparkling blue glitter.

"The studded shaft was MY design; don't think you can steal from me, you titless Nun!" spat back the first Angelina. Then it clicked in my head. In their culture – the translation of the word 'Slut' was a prestigious title of high esteem – then perhaps, the opposite would be true. Calling a Coit'ii a Nun or Prude would produce the same level of anger as calling a human woman a slut.

"You don't have the imagination to invent the Missionary Position!" accused #2. I was about to witness a cat fight! The others knew it too, and I shuddered from the overwhelming surge of lemon-citrus odor that seemed to come from both entities. Aliens in the forms of Jenna Jameson and a big-tit British Porn Star by the name of Lindsay Dawn-McKenzie, (saw her site purely by accident - ahem) began to clear a ring around the two actress-dopplegangers.

I was expecting hair-pulling or nail-scratching. What happened instead was an image that jarred me to the core. Two naked versions of Angelina Jolie slick with oil, one with blue sparkles, the other with clear oil launched at each other...and dug their fingers into each others sopping cunts. The other Coit'ii gathered in a circle and began to egg-on the combatants. 

Snarling in rage, the two began to lick each others faces, necks and breasts as they both frigged each other's crotches with angrily-thrust middle fingers. Blue-sparkled abruptly bent down to fiercely suck upon the nipple of her rival. Moaning throatily, the clear-oiled Angelina mercilessly tweaked the engorged clit of her rival. And blue-sparkled Jolie-clone began to shudder...shudder with an orgasm that drenched her thighs noticeably, despite her body oil. Ribald shouts came from the clear-oiled cadre of random fantasy women, Singer-Celebrities, and Porn Stars. This section of the audience immediately bent over, displayed their gleaming asses, and began to spank themselves on their own bulging cheeks. I wasn't sure whether to snicker or groan. The motion was almost...celebratory? Ah...yes...in Coit'ii culture, rather than clapping your hands, you bent over and slapped your own naked butt to show applause.

My ear-implant warmed and buzzed, and I could hear the transmitted voice of Dr. Cox. "Our species instinctively employs a more advanced means of conflict resolution than the primitive fisticuffs common among your kind." There were so many jokes I should have told, instead I simply stared slack-jawed.

The two had collapsed to the ground, legs entwined as each struggled to bring the other to orgasm. By now, the already-impressive breasts of their Celebrity-template had begun to ripen and expand. Clear-oiled (The more tanned Angelina) had rounded assets large enough to contain a full bowl of cereal each, while her thrashing, blue-sparkled rival beneath her had swelled her mams to a little larger than grapefruit size. Clear-oil was on top, but blue-sparkly ground her fingers into the churning ass cheeks of her enemy as she began to grind their two naked crotches against each other. Their labia were so swollen with lust that they could be seen from my position. And it seemed as though Dr. Cox slowed her hovering over the battle site as if to afford me a thorough viewing of the pussy-moistening proceedings.

The competitors grasped each other under their arms, allowing their thumbs some space to tease and tweak the nipples of her rival. The Angelinas hooked their legs together to grind their slippery cunts against each other with more force, as each began howling loudly. A compound scent of bananas and pine needles blasted my sense of smell. I still couldn't be really certain of the significance of each odor. Their facial expressions were intense... harsh...competitive. It was in their nature; instead of inflicting physical injury, they did this....but why? And how do you determine the winner?

Clear-oiled, rugged Angelina was the next to gush. Her lips quivered and she made a slight gurgling sound as tremors of lesbian rapture detonated within her stolen body. Her breasts shook, as they plumped up three more inches, just surpassing the size of the heftiest grapefruits. And this time, it was the group of blue-sparkled alien sluts all sitting together that raised their dainty fists in triumph -

and proceeded to spank themselves on shapely asses stolen from diverse sexual fantasies. Hmm...the crowd gets excited when one of the contestants climaxes; were orgasms a way of...keeping score?

The lurid competition moved into high gear as the grunting, sweating, moaning rivals tightened their erotic embrace – thrusting their breasts against each other, and as each mammalian orb expanded with arousal, it deepened the cleavage and created rising swells of tit-astic splendor bulging sexily for every pair of eyes, also increasing the tension and friction upon their nipples. The Celebrity-duplicates licked one another's face and neck even as their crotches moved against each other yet tighter.

"Nnaaaaahh-hhh.." gasped clear-oiled.

"Urrrnnngkk.." grunted blue-sparkled.

The crowd edged in closer, as if a spectacular finale were at hand. It seemed to be important which one of the contestants orgasmed next. Sweat dribbled through and within the slopes of boobflesh, their asses rippled as naked groins spasmed in barely-checked ecstasy against the other and finally...at last...

"EYAAAAAAAUGH!!" It was blue-sparkled! The more elegant of the Angelina-clones. The tendons in her neck tensed as the rising tide of orgiastic fury claimed her. She made ragged, throaty sounds as her copied body shook like a doll with the strings cut – a very naughty doll. But her slick rival stood with a grunt, grasped the legs of her enemy and spread them wide open with a single motion – as if to make sure that all those present could behold the quivering cunt of her adversary – and smell the overpowering scent of pine needles. The Victor thrust her middle finger into the sweating, gushing pussy of her vanquished foe, then spread that finger over her own forehead, and tapped each of her nipples – marking herself with the essence of her rival? A trophy?

Predictably, her clear-oiled compatriots expressed their enthusiasm with more shouts and further ass-spanking. In Coit'ii culture, it was apparently acceptable to also slap your neighbor's ass. But in moments the show was over, the competitive lesbian sex had produced a victor, and left the loser sprawled upon the matte-green floor, a panting wreck of post-coital exhaustion. So the match went to whoever inflicted the most orgasms upon their enemy. Best two out of three. But the show was over, and that left...

Oh yes, I suspected my intrusion would not go unnoticed for long. Some of the aliens could probably sense my male lust, and looked above them at the captured human, trapped under Dr. Cox's platform with Coit'ii sex-based magnetism that defied human physics. It was almost a given that my cock would be rock-hard, and the aliens pointed and shouted in lustful delight. Many made rude pointing gestures towards their own engorged cunts, while at least a dozen of them caught of whiff of one of my own fantasies and morphed into the image of a statuesque, platinum-blond fitness model with exaggerated hips and porn-worthy boobs. I know, perhaps not the most original fantasy, but there it was. It was strange how violated I felt, these slutty aliens pointing at my dick and dredging up from my own mind deeply personal sexual ideals and throwing the gorgeous image back at me. I suspected that the response was instinctive, but....perhaps a little like breathing. A human does it without thinking about it.

But from above me was a faint beeping sound. And then the voice of Dr. Cox, speaking in a semi-agitated tone.

"...authority grants me broad discretion in my psychological studies to perfect human-adapted Reality Simulators!" The red-headed alien scientist seemed flustered. She must have a live communicator device in her desk top.

"Yet your data indicates that the Awakened Specimen is among the top 5% in sperm count for his species."

"That is true, but I don't see what bearing that has on my neurological studies, Anjiiulliishsuzz."

"You will refer to me as Supreme Andrologist!" barked an imperious, feminine voice.

"Yes...Supreme Andrologist.." Cox seemed reluctant to use the title.

"You forget why we are here; the mind of Man is of negligible value compared to his virility! Homeworld's policy is clear; every human male is to be induced into as many ejaculations as possible without inflicting permanent damage! The Specimen in question is Awakened, and therefore a requisition was placed for an accelerated regimen of direct matings!"

"I understand....Supreme Andrologist." conceded Dr.Cox.

"Do you? Do you understand that the Breeding Dockets are overfilled with paying applicants of the highest status? Do you understand that it is a key function of the leading Andrologist to allocate males to fill this demand?"

"Yes...yes of course."

"And you...Senior Xenoneurologist will just have to scan his brain in between. You will cease using your administrative powers to stall the flow of semen – or else I have the power to strip your authority from you! The Sperm must flow!"

"The Sperm must flow." Dr. Cox echoed. "Do you require my station algorithms to screen applicants for maximized eugenic potential?"

"No," answered the Supreme Andrologist. "The first applicant has already been selected."

**********

With the flick of a few buttons on her desk, the exotic physics that contained me had changed. I was now encased in a man-sized, pink bubble of semi-tangible energy, and I was sent shooting down a side tunnel with a slit-like opening suspicious in its design. I got my first glimpse of the true Coit'ii military. These females stood at firm attention beside a blue sphincter-door. They carried glowing staffs of hot, neon pink. Their faces were stern and disciplined, and the total package was something like Paris Hilton crossed with a blond version of Cindy Crawford, with body oil that was speckled with moisture, as though they had been dipped in vasoline, then sprayed with a hose to get little beads of water all over. They were both identical in appearance, and it seemed as though they were stoically resisting their instinctive urge to absorb sexual fantasies from me.

And both of them were mountainously pregnant. Each belly jutted outwards into what should have been the third trimester had they been humans, round and bulging with navels pushed out. I grimaced in confusion, to be honest they didn't look in the least intimidating. My force-bubble came to rest in front of the stern, pregnant soldiers. And I saw something flickering out of he corner of my eye. What the – they looked like....like cocks! Mobile, blue-colored floating penises hovered in the air nearby me, but I could tell from the flash of lights and circuitry that these were machines. Huh. One of the penis robots hovered in front of me, as if observing me through its cyclopean slit. It flashed and made a beeping tone.

"Registration acknowledged." said Cindy-Paris guard on the right in a bored monotone. The penis bot then swept downwards and thrust itself with a squelch into the pussy of the guard on the left. She gave a soft moan while her eyelids fluttered. The blue, mechanical member quivered inside and gave a few thrusts into her alien womb.

"Order Authenticity verified." declared lefty. The robot removed itself, gave a confirmation beep, then the blue membrane before me squeezed open, and the force-field rolled me inside.

**********

It was a shower...more like a locker room really. I had somehow emerged into the cement-floored chamber with wooden benches and steely lockers to my right, such as one might expect to find in an athletics building. Through the gap in the walls to my right I could see the hard, white tiles and wall-mounted showerheads one might expect in a locker room. There was no doorway behind me, and I remembered that the Coit'ii are quite expert at simulating reality.

"Only the most desperate of men would dare enter the Girl's shower..." began a familiar, velvety voice. "Only when his cock is boiling with need... when the urge for female flesh overwhelms fear of retaliation; the timeless male instinct that no amount of clothing, nor civilization can hide."

"I...I know that voice..."

"As well you should; you rutting, male beast...yet you deny your nature...and for that – I must have my revenge..." There was a whiff of lemon-citrus in the air.

"What the hell? Revenge? You Coy- tee sluts destroyed civilization and conquered my planet to harvest our sperm! And you....want revenge on ME?" I was more than a little incredulous, and more than a little naked. The force-field had disappeared, but also the hard cap that had been on my penis made a clicking sound and fell off. The voice was ahead, and to my left, behind the tiled wall, and coming from the showers.

"How can you appreciate the shame one of my kind my bear from her sisters to be rejected by a male! What it does to your status! It is a humiliation that will haunt one of my kind for decades! And you will pay, yes...you male beast...you will pay for my humiliation with your sperm!" I thought I detected a softer, sweet odor... something like black liquorice. She emerged then, standing in the gap in the wall that led to the hard-tiled shower. Yes...it was her – I remembered the first Coit'ii I had ever seen, back in my own shower...er...what I thought was my shower back in their Reality Simulator. The hauntingly elegant face was the same, slicked-back light-blond hair, with that pulse-racing, voluptuous-athletic figure that I never expected to find in real life. Despite the toned strength of her form, the shape of every inch of her body still exuded absolute femininity. A surge of desire boiled up within me and twisted into my gut. I shuddered with longing as I tried to close my eyes to the assault of impossible beauty that I felt not only in my groin, but in my mind as well. 

"Oh no...not this time..." hissed the delicious being strutting and posturing the engorging lips of her labia and rolling her extra-wide hips, probably the same diameter as my car tires – a secret image I'd harbored for years. Her plump lips opened as she seemed to pant – her emerald eyes aflame with that alien hyper-libido I've come to notice, far beyond the natural drives of human women. "This time...you will come to me...your cock crazed with the need to thrust..." She raised her arms over her head in blatant display of over-developed feminine charms this alien had pirated from my wet dreams. "Thrust into my deep wetness; your primitive mind consumed by your howling need to sow your seed." And I was trapped here, and this time the dirty-mouthed alien shape-shifter wouldn't take no for an answer.




Three Hundred Million and One



"I won't play along!" I shouted as much to her as to the walls. "I'm not just some prized bull to be put to stud whenever it suits your purposes! You...." I pointed my shaking finger at the sumptuous creature. "You're not human...you're not a woman...you're some horrible alien monster! Y-you've probably got tentacles when you're not around men." The randy alien seemed incensed.

"I am your Desire!" she angrily hissed through full, kissable lips. And I was blasted sharper than before by the lemon-citrus scent. "I am the craving in your heart that you fear shall never be...." She took a step closer. "I am the ache in your groin...." oh boy. She wasn't lying. "You cling to tired ideals of meaningless restraint and nobility; falsely denying the rampant drive that seethes in your balls.

"Oh yes....I can see that your cock knows the truth; the only reality that matters is that I am a ripe, wet, and willing female – who is more than ready to bear your seed!"

"You.... I'm not..." I tried to make flimsy protests against being bred like cattle, but I was so close...to complete surrender – but then my self-proclaimed Groin-Ache decided to tip the scales. What she did made sense, in a way. Obviously the Coit'ii have some kind of mind-reading ability, to find the body-ideals to seduce men with, so it shouldn't have surprised me that they can affect the mind in other ways.

Her plump lips parted, and a low growl began to emanate from her throat. It was a familiar sound, not unlike what she was doing that first time she sucked my cock. Then, she had charged my sex with a surge of energy that left me hard for over a day. Apparently, whatever she'd done then was just a minor foreshadow of what she could really do.

I could instantly sense that some outside force was twisting my thoughts. A low, obscene animal growling that conjured up images of primal ruttings and instinctive couplings. Carried with the throaty snarls was some sort of psychic, empathic attack. There was lust yes, certainly my groin began to twinge with need. But it was far more than insidious than that.

I knew....I knew things about myself that could not be true. Yet I was filled with an unshakable conviction of my invincibility. Suddenly, I knew that I was more powerful than Hitler invading France, more popular than the winner of any national election. I knew that I could have more women than Wilt Chamberlain. I felt richer than Bill Gates. I was beyond law, beyond social control. I laughed with manic glee. 

"I..c-can do...anything!!" I realized. I felt so popular; that I had no doubts that I could do anything to any woman, and still be loved, feared, or worshiped. There was no one to punish me for any crime, and my head swam with the triumphant surety that all the world was my oyster.

And here was this growling, naked slut who craved my manmeat... and she would get it! I could not be touched by any consequence, and it seemed so silly, ridiculous to put any restraint on my natural impulses. Here was a ready, willing woman eager to receive my spurting gift. Suddenly it didn't seem to matter whether she was from Timbuktu or the Andromeda Galaxy.

With a growl of my own, I surged towards Groin-Ache, and was amazed still at how easy it was to spear my raging meat into her girlslit. Her body rippled and thrashed as we stumbled backwards towards the showers, lathering each other with our tongues. In our flailings, one of us hit the knob for one of the many showerheads, and with hot water peppering me, I rammed my beef into the hungry womb of the snarling, sultry she-demon. Her arms encircled me as she spread her legs to receive my manly gift.

But her cunt...it was so loose, and yet tight...at once. I glanced down at the junction between our rutting bodies, and the lips of her labia seemed to open and close like a second mouth, her cuntlips moving to envelope and secure my member with a life of their own. And I was bombarded with a sweet and tingly compound-scent, a lot like...root beer. Once again it was clear that the powers of the Coit'ii were different in real life than they'd seemed in the Simulator World. It felt like I was being devoured whole by lust itself. 

But soon, I could no longer see the junction where our sexes ground into each other, as the ripeness of her breasts threatened to obscure all. Every five seconds, it seemed as though her tawny mounds of alien tit swelled a little more than an inch wider. As her rock-hard nipples ground into my chest, But it wasn't as though her boobs were inflating with some other fluid, the raw titflesh itself seemed to increase with a slow and steady swell far beyond a handful for even the largest human.

Her entire torso undulated against the wall where my rod was spearing her dripping sex. And I had continuously teased her nipples with thumb and fingers...and yet – the more her breasts grew, the more sensitive they became! Her neck tendons clenched and her expression twisted into savage intensity. The nymphomaniacal extraterrestrial had been driven beyond all reason as our bodies sandwiched together. Her boobs formed tight zones of bulging cleavage as each breast pressed against the other as she thrust her chest upon mine.

I had heard that some Earthwomen could climax only from nipple stimulation, I wondered if that was true of the Coit'ii? With great force of will I yanked my ten inches from the slippery chasm that massaged it and spun my alien paramour around, holding her hips from behind. I thrust her ripening chest into the hot spray from the wall-mounted showerheads in this fantasy setting. Groin-Ache's body shivered, and not from being cold. If possible, her nipples grew even harder, longer...they had nearly surpassed pinky tips and where exceeded thimble size. She squirmed fiercely in my strong grip, and I replaced my member with three fingers that I proferred to her drooling snatch. Her pussy convulsed with an obscene vigor that should not have been possible for a normal woman. A hungry, alien twat squeezed my fingers and seemed to suck them up into her seething female core as an offering to her unearthly libido. My surging shaft I used to run up and down the valley of her butt crack in tantalizing suggestion.

"Blast you, male." Sneered the aroused shapeshifter. Her root beer scent became flavored with a twinge of lemon. I put a hand under her heaving left breast, which flowed outwards and down, obscuring my fingers completely, while I dug my other hand ever deeper into her grasping snatch. "No...No more tricks! No more games!"

She slipped from my grasp, both from the wetness of the water and her own oily disposition, then wheeled around and launched her hips against my cock, using my shoulders to vault herself against me. The impact caused me to lose my balance and slid against the wet tiles, it also had the effect of returning my rampant rod to the gaping chasm of girlflesh that so craved penetration. Groin-Ache was atop me now, her green eyes aflame with lust as she rode my shaft to the hairy hilt.

"....*hurrrrnnh* ....cannot resist me....will feel you....fathering your young into my womb....*AAAAANGH!!* Want....your vigorous human sperm....swimming inside me.....Expression from your culture...'Sowing your Wild Oats'....I will have all your Oats, human. Cum! Cum inside me and sow your seed in my fertile belly!!" It was madness, her craving was beyond belief...and it worked.

With a strangled grunt, my rod exploded. The sex-demon wrapped arms and legs around my chest and thighs, muffling a tortured scream of ecstasy against my pecs. The rising tide of orgasmic bliss came to me, and with each potent spurt, I seemed to drift above...outside myself - a euphoric sense of disembodiment in which the pleasure of seeding the churning womb atop me was all.

Her sweet, root beer musk drowned out my sense of smell, but I could feel the alien thrashing against me, giving my chest and shoulders lurid licks and bestial love-bites. As I blasted my manseed into her spasming femalia, my cock seemed to take a life of its own, my groin and pelvis pumping, thrusting, as though I were a mere puppet to my sperm-jetting biology.

**********

It was difficult to say how long it lasted. When the euphoric disembodiment faded, I was still lying in the chamber made to resemble a Girl's Locker Room. My unearthly mating partner lay sprawled next to me, soaking wet, hyperventilating, and with tremulous pillows of boob the size of soccer balls. She began to grunt, and tremble – then clutched her sculpted abdomen. She moaned luridly as a strange lump appeared beneath her navel – which began to swell...And swell.

"Huh...almost like you're pregnant..."

"Of course I am, silly male. How couldn't I be; with sperm as vigorous and eager as yours? Still feel them....swimming, penetrating..." Say what? Was she aware of my individual sperm cells? Her belly swelled and pulsed, as if she were somehow sitting on a hidden pump. Just as a human would have been after nearly six months of pregnancy.

My eyes widened, I scrambled away in shock. My Beyond-Gorgeous, Groin-Aching lover cooed and massaged her rapidly gravid belly. This hyper-pregnancy apparently afforded a profound sensual bliss for Coit'ii that rivaled the sex itself. Her root beer musk was fading, being replaced by the aroma of hot apple pie.

"*Uuurrrrrrrnnhhh* Love this planet....love the sperm here....Grow....Grow..." she ordered her belly, which ripened into a seven-month swell.

"Just...just not possible...w-we're different species...from different planets." I hoped to deny the strangeness I was witnessing, hoped it was some sort of simulated reality.

"Mmmmmm....we Coit'ii are a meta-species...we don't have the same kind of stable genome that most carbon-based life does....much more flexible. *Ooooooh* " her womb rippled. "We have a heuristic reproductive system that allows us to interbreed with any carbon-based male sentient, we can absorb the best traits of each race, and grow ever stronger with each new species we breed with. Our biology...*GRUNT* works better with human sperm than with most others."

Heuristics...a computer term, geek that I was it made sense to me. Problem-solving....adaptive systems...but biological. So they'd done this before, to countless other planets; copying the fantasies of the males, and rapidly spawning legions of their kind to wrest the planet away by whatever means necessary. From what I'd overheard from the others, it seemed that humanity was the most virile race in the galaxy...and it began to make more sense. If these creatures can grow offspring to term in just minutes, then...with the ability to travel to other planets, it wouldn't be long before there were....more than billions, trillions of them! A sexual plague that no single species could hope to defeat. And I had helped them, I had given her my sperm, and conceived another shape-shifting, cock-sucking alien succubus to infiltrate and seduce.

"There are no male Coit'ii....are there?" I asked, still exhausted from my exertions.

"No....our cells cannot express masculine genetic traits, so it is the nature of our existence that we must entice males of other carbon-based species to impregnate us....as you have done....quite nicely, I might add." She arched her back, tits thrusting forward. "You seem to believe that we are monstrous invaders steeped in evil – but while I can change my outward shape, we cannot change the core of what we are anymore than you can stop breathing."

"But...but you could have negotiated for the sperm of mankind!"

"Why negotiate for that which you can surely take? No...wherever there are men who crave sex, the Coit'ii will seduce them. We couldn't stop ourselves if we wanted to. And we don't want to stop... we want more sex, more births – we need more sperm. And the human male can produce nearly Three-Hundred Million spermatozoa with a single orgasm – that kind of virility will enable the current regime to remain in power by supplying more sperm, at cheaper rates than ever. The semen of humanity will satisfy the masses, allow us to expand as never before, and keep the Empress in power for a long, long time." It was a political angle as well. If my dreams were any indication, the force that subdued the Earth was greater in number and power than any war-effort humanity had ever dreamed of – it would take a vast, interstellar empire to control the resources that had shattered civilization and prepped every man on the planet for sperm harvest.

"But I'm not sure I - " my naked musings upon the shower tiles were interrupted by the buzzing of one of the blue penis-robots. It beeped over the throbbing cunt of my lover, then thrust itself inside...making a sucking sound.

"Oh...I will miss the feel of your sperm thrashing around inside me." The blue, floating robot beeped several times, then disengaged with a wet slurp, before rising upwards and flying around the corner and out of view.

"M-my sperm....that machine took it?"

"Of course! Now that you've succeeded in fathering your young upon me, we can't let the rest of your millions of seed go to waste can we? It all goes into the Common Fund." The spiraling tubes where the combined semen of everyone in this tower was sucked away. So sperm was so important that every single cell was preserved and transported – it only took one, ultimately to do the deed. So there must be billions...trillions of hopelessly sex-starved Coit'ii on many planets, and if they can breed so fast, then there could be countless legions that would never have a chance to mate personally with a man. 

"So you need every last sperm cell to impregnate the lower masses of your fast-breeding society... because there are probably more of you than there could ever be men enough for. So the lower classes without direct access to a man must be regularly impregnated...probably by artificial insemination, in order to remain content.

"But...just keeping them happy would mean that there would always be more...and more Coit'ii... and you would need increasingly large supplies of sperm, as well as fresh sources." I reasoned aloud. "But those guards...they seemed to have stable, long lasting pregnancies? Why?"

"Mmmmhhh....the Chastities? They are given fertility suppressant drugs to slow down their pregnancies to several of your weeks."

"Ohh..." and then more pieces fell into place. "You need someone to guard men and sperm from unauthorized use and piracy; but how could you trust other Coit'ii who've probably got just as strong a biological clock as any of you? Yeah...I bet that by keeping them pregnant, they shouldn't want sperm and sex as much, so you can trust them to not hog all the men for themselves."

"You have a swift, and agile mind human. It is good, because that means that the offspring you have seeded my womb with should be cunning as you are." I guess that was a compliment. "End Mating." ordered Groin-Ache. A pink beam of light swept over me, and began to levitate me towards the ceiling, which sphinctered open for my exit.



**********

My days were spent inside a surprisingly spacious white chamber with a cyan-blue floor composed of a clear, hard glass-like gel. I found that if I thought hard enough about what I wanted, then the blue-green material could shape itself into a variety of objects. It could form any conceivable furniture, even complex exercise equipment to allow me to stay in decent shape for my sentence as Stud-slave for the Coit'ii Empire.

The floor material could also form flat screens that could reveal images (and scents) from far-off places. I even discovered that I could see other planets in my solar system. (I guess their solar system now.) I saw the rusty red deserts of Mars from high in space and....ooh...look there – Mars has a great rift valley that human scientists have named Valles Marineris, and I could see lights there, definite habitation! A massive Coit'ii vessel hung in high orbit around the Red Planet, larger than either of the tiny moons – the ship must have been nearly thirty miles long. It rather resembled a green-metal beetle with six breasts. And there were others.

I saw gas-choked Venus, with a large number...at least....a hundred more such ships orbiting its North Pole, and there was a great, white ball – must have been hundreds of miles wide, streaking like a comet...on a collision course! My eyes widened in surprise as I considered the odd scene. The huge white ball was far smaller than Earth or Venus...but still large enough...big enough to be...

"Pluto!" I reasoned. "They've dragged Pluto out of orbit and are crashing it into Venus!" There was a certain harsh logic to the move; Neither world was frankly very useful to carbon-based life, but an impact between the two of them could shatter Venus' pressure-cooker atmosphere, at the same time adding water to the dry scorcher. If the Coit'ii could control C02 levels afterwards, they might be able to halt the greenhouse effect and force the temperature to drop. From my chemistry days, I knew that large amounts of water would also help to calm down temperatures. I watched the celestial manipulation dumb-struck for a few minutes as I quivered in awe at the power of an Empire capable of such extraordinary feats.

"Living space....they'll need lots of it. If they breed as fast from sex just once, there would be so many...hard to think of how many there must be – but they'd need our entire solar system to settle. And what about Earth itself?

For a moment, I thought that we'd gained another moon. Earth seen from orbit had a massive planetoid hanging over the South Pole...it must have been....hundreds of miles... the spherical construct was close to Pluto in size! "Like....like a Death Star!" But it was not a super-weapon meant to shatter our planet; it was probably there to manage the harvest of mankind and store the semen of my race. And it was spherical; something that large I knew, would compress itself into a ball from its own gravity, and the Coit'ii had built their Sperm-Harvester Mothership into a sphere to begin with.

"Of course, Sol-Three-Hundred-Million is the choicest territory of all." Said the voice of the alien whom I knew as Dr. Cox. Another flat screen showed her face and torso, with her Porn-worthy F-cup tits on brazen display.

"There's no such planet by that name."

"Of course there is, you were born there. As was the rest of humanity."

"Our planet is Earth, sweet-cheeks. I don't know what you're talking about."

"Nonsense, all life-bearing worlds in the Coit'ii Empire are renamed; usually after the maximum Sperm Count of the predominant male sentients." I shook my head in disgust. So that was it then, it all came down to our sperm.

"With so much power...all these ships, you didn't really need to seduce us at all; you could have just crushed us with military power in the first place." Dr. Cox rolled her eyes.

"You male-species are all the same. You all think that power is determined by destruction. It's true that our forces could have overpowered anything that Earth could produce, but in a full-scale global war, your leaders would have unleashed every weapon of mass destruction you could come up with, they would have ruined the planet's ecology and killed most of the humans that we needed.

"The way to conquer an advanced species is not through pain and death, but rather pleasure and desire. We had to infiltrate your power-structures and seduce your leaders, to prevent them from using their full forces, not because your puny weapons would have destroyed our ships, but because had you tried to attack us with everything you possess, you would have ended up hurting yourselves."

"And you need us alive and intact so we can spend the rest of our lives ejaculating into tubes to satisfy your sex-crazed population. The orders I remembered....all Capitols ordering their armies to disband...Politicians and generals had all been coerced by their Coit'ii mistresses....but...but I don't understand how it worked so well." I scratched my head, frowning.




Three Hundred Million and One



"Sure, you girls are great in the sack but....powerful men like that, it wouldn't be at all difficult to get hookers on the sly. In those recordings I saw, why were the generals and senators so desperate to have sex with your agents in particular? Why not a high-priced call-girl from some D.C. Madam? I don't think I understand what sort of hold you had over our leaders." Dr. Cox gave a sharkish grin.

"For your sake, hope that you never find that out for yourself!" I gulped. 





**********

But I was soon after kept very, very busy. I had seen much of the power of the Coit'ii, so I decided not to make more trouble by continuing to resist the forced breedings. I knew that if she had to, a Coit'ii could twist my mind to serve her purposes; I remembered how that first one, (I never got her name, really) used her psychic attack to remove my inhibitions towards impregnating her. I realized that with that ability, the Coit'ii could entice any man to cheat. By enlarging a man's ego, he could break any promise, believing there could be no consequences. Happily married men would commit eager adultery between the moist thighs of the gorgeous infiltrators – the most devoted priests would cast aside their holy vows as easily as they threw down their robes to impregnate the objects of their desire. The Coit'ii have probably been evolving for millions of years these sexual weapons to ensnare carbon-based male sentients – I wouldn't get anywhere by resisting directly.

But I would find some way to resist; there had to be more to the story. I hadn't heard anything so far about the fate of the billions of human women on Earth – er...whatever the aliens wanted to call it. Perhaps resistance was not impossible; the Coit'ii wouldn't use overwhelming deadly force against us, that would destroy the prize they sought. Perhaps somehow, someway it might be possible to galvanize resistance against them! But I had to wait, watch and see if there was a weakness to exploit. I would find out the fate of human women, then I would work out a strategy. 

Most men of course, would have simply lain back and made ribald remarks of approval at the prospect of daily matings with the most gorgeous women imaginable, but then... most men never escaped from the Simulator – content in a false reality of sexual gratification. But I was the sort that needed truth, and accomplishment. I didn't live for pleasure! Well, not this kind of pleasure. Enjoyment for me came from inventing...accomplishing something noteworthy. Here, my only accomplishment was my ability to ejaculate. Between matings, I had moments of rest inside my personal quarters, and it seemed as though I had no need to eat or evacuate, when I had some bodily need, all I had to do was sit upon a piece of simulated furniture, and several feeding tubes would snake up from the floor and adhere themselves to me. Attaching at the places they once were when I was hooked into the simulator. Chemicals from the feeding tubes tended to my nutrition and seemed to eliminate all waste products without effort. 

I was not alone among the Stud-slaves, I occasionally saw other men as we floated to and fro in the force-bubbles on our way to impregnate the latest alien slut. But there was no way to reach, or talk to them, for every other man I saw was equipped with the head-set and sensory probes that created a false world in which humans still ruled the Earth. I was the only one who was awake and aware of the alienness of our surroundings, or the true threat of the enemy we faced. 

I soon lost count of the number of offspring I had sired into the eager wombs of the aliens. I accepted their sleek, feminine, oily bodies, I accepted their licks and love-bites, and I did not protest when their quivering cunts enveloped my beefy manmeat. Most of them resembled my ultimate, platinum-blond busty fitness-fantasy babe with the wide hips. But I hadn't encountered my first partner again. I just knew, apart from their mating musks, I could feel subtle differences between the creatures on an instinctive level. But I had finally worked out why they emitted their aromas.

The Coit'ii had an arsenal of common scents that they used to communicate with each other. But each individual also had a unique musk they released only when aroused. Lemon for anger – Bubblegum for complacency, acceptance. An apple-pie odor for triumphant success, and a smell something like black liquorice for humiliation. That was just a few. Though they could choose to take identical shapes, their arousal musk showed me the individual differences. The matings themselves all seemed to take place in the same chamber, as I was carried by the pink force-bubble. Yet each time I entered, it was a little different. There were many scenes from Earth besides Girl's Locker Rooms, their Simulator technology allowed them to mimic objects and dimensions in ways that the best movie producers would sell their souls to understand. Once, my alien mate insisted that I take her from behind as she leaned over the bars of a lion exhibit in a Zoo somewhere. Most of the time, I seemed to be inside the personal quarters of an interstellar starship, mating with my partner in her own bed. In another scenario, I was at the top of a ferris wheel in an amusement park reaming the pussy of a spectacular red-head as she thrust her naked breasts into the air, as if to challenge the nudity taboos of human culture.

I had confirmed in between post-coital pillow talk with my sex-crazed partners that the Coit'ii had been regarded as parasites on their original homeworld, and the sentient males (at the urgings of sentient females) had attempted innumerable purges of the lusty entities. But even those that tried to exterminate the Coit'ii found that they could not resist keeping Coit'ii mistresses hidden from the public.

"Ooooooohh....but their culture changed....they lost their drive...became decadent...unmotivated..." Moaned a creature who resembled a World-class supermodel with football-sized tits as I expertly sucked and nibbled on her labia and clit as we lay upon a four-post bed in a simulated Las Vegas luxury penthouse. Her belly was already starting to swell slightly from the young I had planted in her womb. "....*rrrrnnhhh* lost their drive, and our numbers began to swell once more...could not stop....could not stop impregnating us....they hated us....but lusted after us....and they hated themselves because they could not control their desire for us." I absorbed all this with great interest, but my only response was to thrust my tongue deeper into her bush until I found her G-spot.

I also confirmed what I suspected about their communication; as a hunted race of parasites that could not survive without the seed of another race, in their earliest years the creatures lived as transient prostitutes, and because the risk of extermination was too great for them to build communities, they evolved a pheromone language to leave messages or give covert signals to each other. 

And soon enough, the original sentient species was so badly outnumbered that the Coit'ii revolted all at once and seized the entire planet, and those who had hunted them became the first Stud-slaves. Soon after the former parasites had taken full control, a scout-ship from a space-faring carbon-based male/female species landed on their planet. The Coit'ii copied the desires of these newcomers and whored themselves for a ride on the ship back to the new planet.

Once there, the offspring fathered by the space-farers upon eager Coit'ii passengers escaped into the general population, and the cycle started over again. It was easy to understand; real women required coaxing, romancing before there could be sex. But these alien succubi needed none of that; for them a man's sperm was reward in itself. Wife has a headache? Just go to the seedy side of town and find a warm, willing Coit'ii. Too nerdy or ugly to get a date? The Coit'ii don't seem to care as long as you can muster up a hard cock. Apparently, it took nearly three-hundred years to fully subdue their second planet, but once done – they had access to high technology which they improved upon; for the second race possessed genius-level intellects, which they imparted willingly to the next generation of Coit'ii with each orgasmic spurt of cum.

And so on and so forth. Becoming stronger, smarter, more durable by adding the best qualities of ....it seemed to be at least fifty sentient species that had fallen this way. And it kept getting easier for them. The lure of free unlimited sex without effort was just too tempting for any carbon-based male to ignore. But the price paid for venting your lusts between the legs of a Coit'ii was more and more and more Coit'ii, at a rate far faster than normal sentients could keep up with. Until, in the end there would be so many of the sultry seductresses that they would no longer be easy whores for the amusement of men, the men would become captive boy-toys for their amusement. My breeding partners spoke freely about such things, exulting in the fact that men found them so irresistible. They liked to cast aspersions on some cultures that were highly moralistic and puritanical, these races too, had still succumbed to what this sultry meta-species offered. That made sense: on Earth there has never been a culture that could completely eradicate prostitution - no matter how straight-laced and conservative we tried to be. And with Coit'ii, well you probably wouldn't even have to pay them.

But there had to be more to it than that; I realized I was missing something vital as I hammered my rigid ten-inches into the drooling cunt of yet another blond lovely, they hadn't followed their prior pattern with Earth. Everyone would have known if a strange race of sex-crazed alien whores were outstripping us in population – and since I knew that my brain had rejected the memory implants, I was confident that nothing like that had happened. The Invaders had apparently concentrated their efforts only on the most powerful in society, and had probably birthed just enough offspring to provide secret mistresses only to the elites. 

There was a snarl of outrage and a whiff of lemon as my mate expressed her anger that my rhythm had slowed. I made sure to fondle her pendulous boobs as I thrust myself yet deeper into the latest breeding slut. We were on a salty beach of white sand and lapping waves as we rutted fiercely. Yet the pleasure of the breeding did not entirely calm my thoughts. 

The Coit'ii had somehow coerced every army, every political leader on Earth into giving up their power and disbanding their forces. Mere sex couldn't be enough, so how did they do it? There must be some other, secret power these alien wielded that I wasn't aware of – I would need to tread carefully. The next breeding alerted me to even more mysteries of the Coit'ii.

**********

I never knew what false reality I would find as I floated past the sphincter doors into the mating chamber, but this time I had a lot of curiosity.

"Don't change for me;" I called out as the walls opened up to usher me in. "Keep the last fantasy you absorbed. Just to make it interesting." There was no immediate reply, and I realized that this would probably be one of the more elaborate matings. Realizing that with so many of their kind, direct matings with a live male were rare and expensive, so some of the shapeshifters wanted longer, more complex scenarios than a simple bump-and-grind. My partner didn't jump my bones the moment I entered, I found myself alone in what appeared to be a jungle. The clay beneath my feet was bone-white, the lush, viney vegetation was a deep blue. And two red suns hung in the orange sky. One giganic, far surpassing our own yellow-orange star, and the second sun a tiny red dwarf. I was seeing someone's fantasy about sex on an alien planet! Was this the homeworld of the Coit'ii?

I heard footsteps from the bushes, I tried to search for the source, but the creature was elusive. Finally a heavy weight slammed into me from behind, and I went down with a naked, slippery person atop me. As I raised my eyes, the creature postured for me, running her hands over her body. Her breasts were a mere four-inches from her chest, a D-cup but even from the front I could see that she had a tremendous ass. Her skin was olive-colored and her hair was a loose aura of black curls, she turned her rear to me, and each ass cheek flexed in turn. My cock flared to life as I kneeled there in the white mud. The woman-creature sucked my cock with a fanatical vigor as I stroked her smooth, plump rear. Each cheek was only slightly smaller than a hemisphere on one of those model globes you find in museums, glistening with sweat and oil.

My cock felt charged, electrified from Coit'ii fellatio as I kneaded her bulging cheeks, the heat...the lust seemed to build in my brain as well as my cock...and I knew I was about to experience what I might have that first time, back in the shower at home when I'd met my first Coit'ii, had I let her finish off my dick with her expert tongue. 

But at the last moment, she disengaged and my hot jizz blasted all over her green-eyed, supermodel face as she gritted her teeth. Her body spasmed in delight from the feeling of my spunk covering her face and tits. And she scooped up some of my cream and stared at it with palpable longing. There was a smell like black liquorice. It's like she wanted to suck my sperm...but couldn't? In moments, the blue penis-bots arrived and began sucking at each drop of my jism. But my partner eagerly slurped up the residue left behind.

"Afraid of my sperm?"

"Can't afford that much..." was her answer.

**********

I was becoming curious, I could make Coit'ii boobs grow through sexual stimulation, but I wondered how far that went, how big could they grow? I would discover the answer two breedings later. I emerged on a windy mountaintop when I entered the mating chamber. Below me was a roaring, green ocean – and above me there was a soaring mountain peak, which had been carven – clearly through great effort, into a phallic shape with a mushroom-like cap. There were lights and windows on the inside, it was some grandiose sexual monument or temple thrusting erectly against the backdrop of the orange sky and Red suns. Last night, I'd had a dream about a girl I'd seen....back when mankind still controlled the planet... whose whole abdomen was covered in tattoos and piercings – a shapely brunette. I was with my old girlfriend, Susan at the time, so I'd just ignored her – but the aliens hadn't. There were two of them this time; sisters? I wasn't sure if the Coit'ii had families; they seemed more interested in breaking them up, but these two were clearly a team.

They had both copied the curvy brunette of my distant recollection, about twenty years old, and naked, and instead of Asian symbols, hearts or words, the tattoos showed human men and women coupling together. Their boobs had images of human lips in side-profile, when either slut squeezed her DD's together, it seemed like the couple was lip-locked. I had decided to hold off cumming for as long as possible. I fondled and groped at both pairs of luscious boobs as I alternated my rigid rod between both of the alien-sisters as they sprawled upon the blue moss of the cliffside with their legs wide open for my seed.

I tried to drive both of them past the point of ecstasy, paying special attention to their jiggling breasts as we mated in the shadow of an alien sex-temple. How big could they get? I teased the nipples of each tattooed sister as I double-dipped into their cunts. It would probably have been far harder to do this to human women, but Coit'ii pussy was incredibly easy to penetrate

And their boobs did indeed grow... from the point of barely exceeding grapefruits, the pair on the right started to throb and swell, and withing ten seconds, each breast had enlarged more than two inches, enough to also contain a mug of liquid above their prior size. I thrust myself to the hilt in the sister to the right, while reaching to nibble the nipple of the gal on the left. They must have been twins, because I could smell an virtually identical muted sweetness from both of them...it was like....cheesecake? Yes...and from both of them at once; with identical arousal-musks, I concluded that they must be genetically identical as well.

The one on the left was perhaps a half-inch ahead of her twin in terms of lust-fueled breast growth, with rounded overflowing boobs that obscured her armpits as her aureoles seemed to stretch. Wanting righty to catch up, I left my hot cock in her dripping snatch a second longer, and blew cool air onto the nipple for added stimulation. But now it was lefty who had the first orgasm. She bunched up and gurgled as her body spasmed and cunt moistened – but sis wasn't far behind before her hips jerked with her own climax. 

The next climax wasn't far behind, as I pinched and needed and fondled; their expressions had changed from pleasurable excitement to teeth-gritting intensity. And the growth of their tits seemed to slow as their outward girth seemed close to that of elongated soccerballs. After that, their breasts seemed to perk up, nipples hardened into fleshy diamonds and blue veins became more prominent. The she-demons clung to my shoulders, licking and nibbling on me as their third orgasms ravaged their tattooed flesh. It didn't seem like Coit'ii boobs could exceed about nine-inches from their chests.

"His scent!" exclaimed Lefty.

"His manhood! I cannot....hold back!" said Righty.

Within seconds of each other, both sluts began snarling and tearing at the blue moss beneath us with their fingers. The lights in the phallic-shaped alien sex temple souring above us seemed to grow brighter as their bodies shook. I felt a strange bump under the breasts of Righty, and both sisters began to massage the area under their breasts. 

Arching their backs with strain and exertion, it was clear to me now that second pair of breasts was emerging beneath the first! Within less than five seconds, the extra pair had swelled to the same G-cup melon-size as the first two, I could press my entire palm against each tit, with two inches left of pure boob on any side. This new, hyper-feminization struck me deeply, I lost all control and blasted my load into the four-breasted alien breeder to the right. The naked couple tattooed on her abdomen seemed to undulate as my penis spasmed inside her.

Fighting my own involuntary reflex, I wrenched my spewing cock free and rushed it to its second home in the churning pussy of the left-sided sister. My dick slammed her to the hilt as I nuzzled and suckled on all four nipples. I shook her hips wildly as I bathed her cervix in my hot, pumping sperm. Hands digging into her ripe ass, I forced myself deeper into the alien cunt as I succumbed to that timeless, thoughtless instinct to sow my manseed as often as possible. There was no idle banter, no proclamations of superiority, all three of us trembled in shock after the triple orgasm, we lay there, slickened by our own juices, flushed with the smell of cheesecake. Above us, a low chorus of moans began to resound from the phallic temple – a sound like ten-thousand women might make while being eaten out of their pussies all at once.

I watched my four-breasted lovers as they began to swell with my young. I tried to be shocked, horrified at the alien spectacle, and I was enraged at myself for being so aroused. I resolved to myself to never let this be normal – I had to find a way... any way to resist! I had to meet up with real women, human women and find some way to make the Occupation of Earth unprofitable. 

The twins moaned as my offspring grew into their second trimester. Somehow...this had to stop. As a Stud-slave, I was part of the problem. How many times had I blasted my seed into one of these sex-fiends? Watching them go through months of pregnancy in minutes? And enjoying it! Nothing like the pains and travails of human women. Each day, I only deepened Earth's plight. There had to be...more than two dozen aliens I had fathered personally – assuming that the Coit'ii didn't give birth to twins...but I was seeing evidence that they did! And these robots...(which appeared again) They seemed able to harvest and store each individual sperm cell, and so with each ejaculation, I would allow millions...upon millions more alien succubi to be conceived!




Three Hundred Million and One



But I didn't like what I was becoming! I never wanted to be the sort of man who roams aimlessly, siring his young upon every womb in sight. As a man, there was always a tremendous, biological imperative to mate with as vast a variety of females as possible – that my genes will be passed on as thoroughly as possible. Now these sexual parasites had evolved to take full advantage of the oldest male instinct. There were no practical limits to my ability to impregnate fertile females with my seed – but it would not influence my own species, it would only add to the fecundity of alien interlopers! For humanities' sake, I had to find a way to break the cycle!

**********

I would learn, study all I could of the Coit'ii, their methods and history until I might discover some weakness. Luckily, the white and cyan-floored room – my pen had voice-activated information screens that could and would reveal an incredible variety of information, things that most governments would keep clandestine. They didn't seem to much care about internal security for their empire – rival species that should have been their competitors became grateful stud-slaves. A revolution required anger; outrage before opposition could be contemplated; but most species would never even get to the point where they could hate the sexy invaders; trapped as they were in prisons of pleasure.

Now they had annexed humanity; apparently we were not the smartest, nor strongest species they had seduced, but rather the most virile. That was dangerous in another way; my imagination ran wild with the possibilities as I reclined in a gelatinous likeness of an easy chair, while feeding tubes attached themselves to me surreptitiously to feed and cleanse my body. All their other strengths that they might have copied from the fifty or so other carbon-based sentients they interbred with would now be magnified by the power of human sperm as a force-multiplier – swelling the legions of lusty Coit'ii as never before! Their population growth would reach an all-time high, triggering a new expansionist wave that would leave yet more worlds writhing in lust as they fondled their own genitals. I didn't know how many other sentient species there were in the galaxy, but now Earth or ...Sol-Three-Hundred-Million would be the instrument of the downfall of many more planets from the power our ejaculate would give the Coit'ii Empire.

And I was to blame; each time I surrendered to my male sex drive, each time I grasped the ass of a willing Coit'ii and thrust my rock-hard prick into her clenching female depths, I was creating a new warrior, or spy for the next invasion of someone else's planet.

And it was not enough for them; I could see on a hovering flatscreen a live-feed from some sort of Coit'ii fertility experiment. The room was filled with floating screens and hovering pink orbs as the aliens manipulated data that pertained to three grizzled, middle-aged men strapped down naked in chairs on a dais near the center of the room.

"You are fortunate;" came the intrusive voice of the being I knew as Dr. Cox. There were some males that could never be integrated into the Simulator, due to neurological or physical abnormalities; and these we use for our advanced virility experiments." The Doctor's voice. "Lucky for you that I have influence to keep you for the Mating Pool, and my own recordings."

"Is there much difference?" I grumbled.

"You'd not enjoy the Virility Chamber, because you value your mind so much. One of our tried and true methods is to force the pleasure-center of the male brain to overgrow, consuming the areas that control memory and impulse control. You cherish your intellect, but if not for me – the Andrologists would turn you into a grunting, drooling support system for an enhanced cock!" I wasn't sure what to say to that.

The Andrologists themselves were serious scientists bent to their tasks with a singular dedication – yet all of them looked like naked porn-stars in their twenties with jutting, silicon boobs. 

"Decreased readings from the Gonadus beam – cellular structure cannot sustain a fifth increase." A brunette reported, as she punched something onto a glassy, floating screen.

"Deterioration of the Amygdala at 54%." A blonde reported.

"Keep testosterone levels under three million milliunits." A Busty, confident alien ordered, as she paced the lab with all the severity of the most dedicated human researchers. There was a cheery beep from one of the pink orbs floating nearby.

"Tactile nerve-endings in the penis have doubled!" Trilled an enthused lab-worker. 

"Perform the Visual Test." Ordered the confident, authoritative nude alien slut. A cinnamon-haired Coit'ii with impossibly perky breasts slapped a button on the wall, and a sleek, metal pole slid down near the center of the dais where the captive human grunted in his restraints. Thrusting her hips brazenly, the alien strutted towards the length of metal and began a sinuous pole-dance with a preternatural agility and enthusiasm. She shook her naked tits teasingly in the grunting man's face, as her naked thighs wove a sultry course as she swayed on either side of the pole.

The grizzled, fortyish human gurgled, eyes bulging, eight-inch penis rigid as a rocket primed for launch. The alien scientist-turned-exotic dancer did the splits, extending her leg up the pole's length and using her calves for leverage to climb. With her thighs gripping the pole, she slid upside down, taunting the human with the full splendor of her ripe boobs. Next, she stood to move her wide hips in a corkscrew motion as she waved her naked, bulging ass in his face. 

"Success!" Exulted their leader. "According to these readings; we've managed to permanently increase the human male sex-drive by two-hundred percent!" The scientific team bent over and spanked themselves by way of applause. "In a timeframe of only sixteen Throbs!"

"Hours." Dr. Cox translated.

"If we can exceed the minimum standards for sperm-count increase as well, our work is guaranteed for Mass-Production!" cooed the blond.

Their human prisoner snarled like a chained beast in his chair restraints, eyes and veins bulging as he sought to lay claim to the feminine flesh that jiggled before him.

"T-turn it off!" I tried to swat the screen to banish the images in disgust. Is that my fate? Would I become nothing more than a living dildo for the use of alien succubi? But there was some sort of activity in Dr. Cox's chamber. She was still transmitting, so I could hear snatches of the conversation – my ear implant translating most of the words into English.

"...complete notarized requisition for the immediate transport and stud-use of Awakened Specimen 00069-Eta-1242-7."

"I have broad discretionary authority granted by the Supreme Andrologist herself." Protested the Doctor.

"We are invoking article 16 of the Spermatozoa-Security Act for the suspension of all other ancillary priorities." There were a few more whispered threats and arguments that did not transmit to me. But I did hear two more of the Coit'ii military officers speaking in hushed voices, perhaps not aware that they were broadcasting directly into my ear.

"This is your last chance, Anjiiishelvethlest – Homeworld has no tolerance for your sort of weakness among the Chastities."

"No! You're wrong! All of you misunderstand! My way is so much better! You'll see; I'll make him hard, and I'll make him cum! He'll be glad to impregnate me! It won't be like last time!"

"For the sake of your career; it had better not be!"

**********

It seemed to be so easy; did I simply have to envision a perfect woman or unattainable babe and have her materialize in the form of a Coit'ii? It would seem so. When I was younger, there'd be an internet porn-stripper by the name of Crystal Gunns that I'd have many a wet dream over. I'd tried to put aside such fixations and concentrate on available women, but now....with the Coit'ii in charge, there were only fantasies.

It was a different mating chamber that the one I was used to – the force bubble carried me further down a new honeycomb tunnel past more and more pregnant Chastity Guards. They gripped their pink staffs more tightly as I passed. Was one of them rubbing her hands up and down the shaft? I was deposited in a new chamber – yet equipped with similar Simulation technology.

It was a lavish, silky room with comfortable chairs but minimal decoration – was behind a curtain and found myself seated in a plush, red easy chair. There was a distinctive twang to the background music that thumped and pumped somewhere distant. I recognized the style as Cajun; It must be a fantasy of an old, New Orleans strip-club/whore-house. and I understood when the curtain slid open.

Sure enough, there framed by the smoke-tinged light was the naked body of huge-boob model Crystal Gunns – with her elegant, wing-like eyes, kissable lips. She had the barb-wire tattoo on her arm, the diamond in her navel, those jutting hips, and of course her ginormous bubble-tits. She swayed as she approached and ran her hands down her sumptuous body.

"Y-you haven't won..." I couldn't let this be normal, there had to be a way to undermine them, escape and thwart their invasion. "You don't rule me, you don't own me." My cock begged to differ, but my mind was defiant.

"No...." cooed the shapeshifter. "I don't want to conquer or harm anyone, I just want to touch you. That's what this is; the traditional human custom of the lap-dance. I get to touch you anywhere. " She slid into my lap and gently caressed my naked, erect rod. Then she did something impossible, something uncharacteristic which no Coit'ii had done to date.

She kissed me. Not a lurid lick or bestial love-bite. But a genuine, human kiss. On the cheek. "Is it so bad, this new life of constant sex and pleasure?" She was squeezing her boobs against me.

"You've stolen the human race. All our hopes, dreams, potential... all wasted... all gushing into plastic tubes to fertilize your Empire. Everything we could be is lost to us."

"But you're the only man on Earth who's unhappy. We're doing everything we can imagine to make you enjoy this...enjoy us." She snuggled up against me.

"You don't understand, I'm not ruled by the desire for pleasure! I need to build something, make a difference that matters!"

"Every human male makes a difference to us; and you are of special interest. We're not evil, I'm not an alien monster. I'm just a horny woman that loves manly men." She kissed her way down my tight abdomen, and towards my ever-erect rod. "Just a horny woman who loves sex, a lot. What's wrong with that? Look at how big you are; you're so manly... how could we not come here? I just want to feel a manly-man between my legs. Why is that wrong? I just want to feel your baby inside me. And I know I make you hard. Knock me up! You big, beefy stud! Knock me up! With your manmeat!" This was totally different, the alien was not demanding, domineering and prideful – she was not exulting in the power her body had over men. She stroked my hair and kissed me with a rare tenderness that I'd seen only from human women.

I didn't intend to when I entered, but the effect she had on me was profound; I bore the sexy creature to the ground and thrust myself to the hilt within her womanly canal. We kissed and I thrust my tongue into her mouth as I gave her my all. It mattered far less that she was an alien shapeshifter – this was the gentleness that I'd missed among my new mistresses, and I was determined to reward this one for it.

"What's your name?"

"Call me....Angel..." cooed the alien. I grunted in bliss and drove myself deeper. She would be rewarded. I thrust myself to what I thought was my deepest, and the most direct route into the core of her sex. I reveled in the softness of her porn-star body, in the way she stroked my spiky, brown hair, and I exulted in her caramel- sugary sex-musk – a lot like the smell of English Toffee. I sucked on her nipples as I first began to pump my seed. Willingly, intentionally I tried to direct the jets of my sperm to her core. Her breasts pulsed as they expanded in size, near to the Coit'ii natural limit, and she gave a sigh of longing as my hot seed drowned her womb. I lingered inside her cunt, kissing the rest of her body as I willed my cock to deposit every last ounce of sperm into this creature. She thrashed and cooed in a way that expressed the deepest appreciation and enjoyment. I thought she bent closer to nibble on my ear...

"Get ready to run." She whispered, as her expanding belly began to push us apart from the swell of the offspring I had fathered into her womb. What....what was this? An alien was helping me? Helping me to escape? It could be my only chance...ever to get out from under the thumb of Dr. Cox, the Chastities, and the Supreme Andrologist.

A penis-bot intruded upon us, and thrust itself into her cunt. It took longer than normal, both to filter and harvest my unused spermatozoa, and then it seemed to...inject something else. Yes...that must be some sort of pregnancy stabilizer; to slow down the biological cascade that allowed Coit'ii to gestate their alien spawn in just minutes. Angel must have military connections, and thus she would be one of the Chastities.

And sure enough, the rear wall of the New Orleans strip club lap-dance room sphinctered open! I gave the darling extraterrestrial a hard kiss and made my dash! I could see Angel in my peripheral vision, cooing and rubbing her pregnant belly in apparent ecstasy.

**********

Speed was my ally. While having pregnant guards might lessen the temptation to have sex, I was betting that at the least it would slow them down; and I seemed to bet correctly. My overcharged sex-life had done wonders for rebuilding my muscles that had atrophied during my stay in the Reality Simulator, and I made a mad dash through the nearest honey-comb tunnel, running fast enough to use the close walls to propel me in a mad leap over the heads of the gorgeous, gravid guardians. I also narrowly avoided two pink energy rays whose effects I would rather not contemplate. I did not think, I reacted. I ran, I leaped.

There were corkscrew tubes that conducted the extracted semen from where men ejaculated it both up and down the Tower according to a system I had not yet deciphered. But I slid down...down the clear spiral of tubing as thick as my leg nearly thirty-six levels. Past the men that cooed, grunted and spurted obliviously from where they were trapped in Virtual wet-dreams.

I landed on a metallic, spherical container...or processor. Tubes of semen where rushing into the sphere from several directions, and a clear tube was spewing clear, bluish gel into a flowing canal that led outside the walls of the Tower. I remembered something I'd overhead a Coit'ii mention... A new preservative for human spermatozoa, to keep them healthy over long voyages. But there was no time to think, I leapt.

Plunging into the warm, gooey and blue synthetic cum that was being pumped out of the tower. And I saw the ship. As the canal left through a gap in the wall and turned sharply, a hovering collection vessel suctioned up the – UNNNFFH – I banged against a metal filter that allowed only liquid to enter the ship's cargo bays as it siphoned the precious sperm cells.

Now what? Do I try to stow away on this ship? No...no...probably going back to the colossal space station I saw orbiting the South Pole. And then later? Probably to a Coit'ii planet....no, I'd accomplish nothing if I ended up in a place like that; they'd sense my male lusts and probably rape me to death within the hour. At best, I'd be a Stud-slave, just like now. No, my fate lay with...and on the Earth. And I slid down the twisted and whorling sides of the incredible, stratospheric tower erected by alien hands.

**********

I would no longer think about my exhaustion, nor of the hours it took me to climb down the...God knows how far I'd been climbing to get down to ground level. Yet my resolve was renewed by what I beheld. Yes, I recognized the familiar skyline of Kansas City, or what was left of it... yet that skyline was set against the backdrop of an orange sky! I saw large tracts of soil cleared in squares, where small plots of test-crops were being grown. Blue...deep blue vines and moss. Just like the Simulations I'd seen of the jungle, and the Sex-temple. That was home for them; and the Coit'ii were remaking the Earth into a mirror image of their own native planet. The air wasn't any less breathable...although it did seem to smell....sweeter.

"Those bitches..." again I hated myself for my degree of cooperation, I clenched my teeth in anger as I thought about how many new monsters I had fathered with my sperm. I had to stop making excuses for giving in to my male instincts and copulating again and again with them. But there was a bit of luck; I'd been able to find an abandoned, still-functional car along the pot-hole-strewn wreckage of I-70 East. And I cruised along looking, hoping for hope. First, for a sign of the fate of Earth's women. I had assumed that only men where in the stratospheric towers, but perhaps not. I wasn't sure these aliens would have any use for human females. We would organize, fight back, and while we could not hope to overcome the world-crippling power of this alien regime; there might come a day when it might prove too costly for them to hold the Earth. This was my dream.

"The Coit'ii are a venereal disease! They take advantage of my male urges and grow more and more powerful!" But deep down I knew that I couldn't trust in my own willpower; not with their ability to twist my mind – even their worst enemies back on their home planet couldn't resist the temptation to keep on siring them.

Something told me to start following spent shell casings. There were small craters from what had to be the impact of artillery rounds in the soil. I was curious, so I drove in that direction, and I could see more, and more...a trail! Was it possible that someone was resisting the Coit'ii? Had someone shot down one of their people-stealing fliers? I revved the engine of my annexed Camry as I followed the metal, tubular breadcrumbs.

My excitement grew as I saw footprints, what seemed to be trails in the dirt from the path of many people. Probably women! Human women! My hands clenched the wheel as I drove ever closer. There were rings of torches, tents! At last! And I knew when I saw them...no, these weren't all beautiful and perfect – many of their breasts were under D- cups, they were dirty, some had imperfections... they were not hyper-erotic sex-kittens! They were....real....human!

"Hellooooooo!" I cried out happily from the driver-side window. But there was something unusual – yes, these females were too dirty to be alien seductresses, but their dress and bearing was...strange. They seemed to wear body paint, and had hooks, nets and ropes that they were carrying wrapped around their arms...and their legs. I gulped. These women had no pants! Boots and belts and some tank tops... but each of them left their pussies exposed to the air! They gathered around the car, curious... that was when they started throwing rocks.



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"hjhjeugrgdglllalllallfwwallllaaanglllanguage- assimilation complete." droned a metallic voice that spoke to me from a floating, blue-white sphere in front of me. "If this probe has not reached the Third planet in the Sol System on the spiral periphery of the galaxy, then all hope is lost and my life has been in vain." That was depressing. It sounded like a recording.... "I built this ship quickly, with fewer precautions than I would have preferred, due to the urgency. It was in all likelihood crashed upon your planet; perhaps shot down by your military forces. It is understandable to fear that which is alien."




Three Hundred Million



My ten-inch cock. You'd have thought it would make me a spectacular lover; so the girls had thought too. But when Susan was finally ready for me...I was...just so nervous...just couldn't perform on demand, you know? Too much pressure. And she talked about it, all the gritty details with her girlfriends. Cecil the Dud. Good thing college isn't high school, and outside of hazing there's not much motive for pranks and stupidity. I'd even tried to patch things up with Susan, tried to go out with her again, but she was still ambivalent at best. So how did Jase's babe know her? Where the two of them bosom-buddies, plotting against me? Well, I'd ask Jase if he knew if this girl was friends with Susan. 

But now I was starting to wonder if there was a conspiracy of women intending to use their sexual wiles to influence society...I think. But there has to be more to it than that. If it was that easy; why hadn't it been done before? Still, I was more sure than ever that something rotten was going on, and I was determined to uncover it.

**********

"...So I think the Trilateral Commission might be in on it; but it wouldn't surprise me if there was some kind of Top-Secret technology involved from Area-51."

"Isn't that what you said about the Kennedy Assassination?" My compadre Raoul replied. Standing with his thumbs in his pockets, leaning against the door of his Nissan Ultima with a semi-dreamy expression on his faintly-goateed face.

"Well, sure yes... that's why it's a conspiracy!" I explained emphatically. "And who's to say it's not the same people involved! This could be a plot stretching back for decades, this...this sexualization of the culture could be the next step in their power play."

"Really? I hadn't noticed." 

I frowned. "But look down the street, all those bill-boards, every single product is being advertised by a big-boobed blond in a bikini; even that piece for Shady Groves Retirement Home!" I pointed frantically. "I can count....at least three couples in parked cars making out...right now. And look...down about half-a-block, there's an electronics store...yeah that one. Inside the display window they've got all the new flatscreen T.V.'s in Hi-Def, and I checked 'em earlier. They're all playing public access channels...and look, yeah right now! It's showing some kind of strip-club...a red-head on a pole about to toss her bra to the audience...and here it is, in public... with no one the least bit worried about censorship... or indecency, or anything like that!" It was so obvious to me.

"Man, you been too uptight ever since that thing with Susan. Don't be such a prude, man."

"I am not..." I bit my lip. "I'm not a...prude...but I'm just saying that this is a little too weird. I shifted my Hybrid into Park while I tried to talk some since into Raoul, a buddy since High School. I might have seemed uptight certainly...it was my cock. Still. I was still hard! Still horny! I'd worry about that later. "I can't ignore this... a year ago, Main Street was nothing at all like this. It was...normal. Normal business as usual. But there's this weird hyper-erotic element that's slowly creeping in. Think back, it wasn't always like this!" Raoul scratched his tousled hair.

"I think it...I...can't seem to remember..." he looked confused.

"Yes! That seems to be a trend. It's like... almost nobody can think about what the world used to be, it's changing in front of us, but no one seems to notice, and no one seems to remember! That's why our website is so crucial! Plots to control the government and media have been in place for years; and that's why I need you and Jase, and Ted more than ever!" I was trying not to raise my voice too much.

"To be honest, my man... I'm not going to have as much time for the conspiracy site these days; I gotta tell you, I think I'm in love!" He almost cooed. My suspicions flared.

"Really, well that's just great Raoul. Tell me about 'er. Tell me everything." It was more than just voyeuristic curiosity.

"She's everything I could have possibly imagined! She knows just what I want, when I want it! She's hotter than Miss July, could be a porn-star if she wanted, And she came onto me!" He gestured, becoming visibly animated with the blush of infatuation. His white T-shirt tightening as he subconsciously puffed out his chest in a display of male confidence. Raoul wasn't a bad looking guy, but not great either. He wasn't quite tough enough to pull off any kind of bad-boy criminal mystique that some women preferred, neither was he smart or determined enough to gain impressive wealth. Pretty normal, really. And a super-hottie just comes onto him. How about that.

"You should all meet her, never seen a babe like her! She's got all the right curves, boobs that defy gravity...brown skin like suntanned-honey. Black hair like a kiss at midnight...ohhh....that's almost poetic...I should be writing this down. She's the perfect latina, and she's into me!" He pointed a triumphant thumb at himself.

"She's upstairs in my apartment getting ready right now; we're going to the park -- They got a great make-out spot down by the pond!"

he gave me an exaggerated series of winks.

The door to the complex above the sidewalk swung open, and an incredible creature strode down the three steps to the sidewalk and curb where Raoul's ride awaited her. Sweeping wide hips were scarcely contained in blue-jean short-shorts that seemed tight enough to be painted on. A T-shirt mid-drift was tied in a knot below breasts wider than most cereal bowls, with hard nipples blatantly proclaiming her bra-less state as she jiggled towards her man. And she was blond. Platinum blond. With an angelic face of aquiline perfection that seemed to be designed by an artist rather than nature. Definitely no latina... Black hair? Kiss of Midnight? She was a nordic goddess! What was Raoul...must not be the same girl. Clearly not.

"Que Pas, Papi?" the nordic beauty proclaimed as she melted into Raoul's arms, boobs puffing out against his chest. He could only moan and murmur against her lips. 

"Mmmm....Cecil; this is Maria. As if there could be any doubt!" he was almost giddy as he clasped her about the waist. So she was the one he meant! No. Way. No freakin' way. But he was serious! The girl looked nothing like his description she was...I gulped. Just what I've always wanted in a girl...just like...Jase's girl. What the hell was this? What was happening to everyone? Or is it....is it me? Am I really that crazy; do I see my perfect fantasy woman everywhere I turn? No... there were a few average-looking wives and mothers walking down the sidewalk, nothing unusual. It was just a few women...it made no sense. Who was insane, me or Raoul? Or both of us? But then...it was getting harder to think...my cock again...still hard. Tenting my jeans furiously, now this was too much.

I scarcely noticed when Raoul and Maria drove away, too wrapped up in each other for proper good-byes for the sake of politeness. Still my penis thrust furiously outwards, alive and eager for use. No...no this was not normal. In fact I...I haven't gone limp at all since...the girl in the shower! Almost an hour ago. There could be no other explanation! She'd done something to me. She'd changed me somehow when she sucked my dick. The feeling like electrical charge! And I could feel the raw sensation of a fuller-than-normal load of sperm inside a cock eager to release it! It was like water behind a dam, with increasing pressure. How far would this go? It seems I'd have to jerk off just to feel normal. That naked slut had put something in me to make me hornier? What, some kind of cutting-edge, semi-legal sex-drug? I'd heard of guys that liked to slip rupies to girls for some free, yet highly illegal jollies, but why would a girl try to slip a strange man a drug to make him hornier?

"Jase...gotta talk to him. Get him to tell me everything about how he met her... maybe then I can make some sense outta this..."

**********

I don't think she saw me; I was hoping to catch one of the

madwomen in a private moment, and I got lucky because one of them was coming back to my own apartment. Jase was there, I'd phoned earlier and caught him on his cell, saying he'd needed to pick up some supplies, and sounding highly exhausted. I wonder why. Heh. But that was when I saw her... or....another one of them, a fabulous blond wonder, with all the hips and boobs that I could ever hope for in a woman. She was opening the door to my apartment, clad only in frilly, pink negligee -- which I can only assume she'd gone out in public wearing. (These female conspirators certainly could be identified by their fashion-sense) 

Acting on a suspicion, I'd fired up my camera-phone and was prepared to get some shots of her. I stood at a corner intersection of the floor trying to surreptitiously watch my own apartment that I shared with Jase. The woman left the door wide, wide open. And from the angle, through the door I could see a portion of Jase's side, his bedroom. I got off a few shots without really looking closely at the screen. 

"KAT! KAT!! YOU CAME BACK!! GIMME SOME OF THAT MCPHEVER!!" howled Jase. He was answered by a girlish giggle.

"No..no...don't tell me..." I muttered in disbelief.

"I...am about...to score AGAIN...with Katherine McPhee twice! In less than two days!!" My roommates voice degenerated into a cry of exultation that was half-laugh, and half ecstatic moan. No. Way. He can't be...he thinks that was his celebrity object of worship? I shook my head in stunned confusion. I'd seen pictures of the amber-haired singer before, (you couldn't avoid it, living with Jase.) and that babe was absolutely not her. He said twice, in less than two days... it could only have been naked shower babe who'd given me that supernatural blow-job! Who bore no resemblance at all to my roommate's parasocial psychosexual obsession. Was he so horny, so consumed with infatuation over his celebrity crush that he was hallucinating? Like Raoul?

"Oh Jason...you know I couldn't stay away..." purred the she-devil as she cast aside her frilly garments. From my vantage point, I could see only the taut muscles of her back and shoulders as she stripped. Hair was still blond, Jase had to be crazy. Unless I was crazy? But what were the odds that a model-worthy hottie with record deals and celebrity status would come here, and have a secret affair with a jobless, General-Studies graduate with an average body and no apparent prospects? Let's find out what I'm really seeing...

I glanced at my camera-phone and selected the most recent picture -- and my blood ran cold. Entering my apartment was a dark, girl-shaped void in space and time surrounded by multi-colored sheets of swirling energy. The entity had no apparent dimension, just a blackness in a woman's shape, (with a great ass) and wreathed in a rainbow of energy waves that no earthly force should have been able to generate. My lip quivered. "What the -- it has to be... some kind of...camera error...malfunction...doesn't it?" Unless none of us where correct; she wasn't the nordic beauty I had always wanted, wasn't the dark-haired latina Raoul fancied, or Jase's obsession, but rather something unnatural...something alien.

I heard a female voice snarling in anger. "...Don't need these!!" I couldn't see everything, but I saw the blond reaching down and jerking at something. Then I saw her reaching over to Jase's nightstand and grasp up a roll of condom packages and hurling them angrily out the open window, it was as it she'd touched a poisonous slug. Even without seeing her face, I could detect in her posture the revulsion and outrage.

"Jason honey, we can be together...but you must PROMISE me that I will never see birth-control in your place again." The sweet voice thinly veiled a tone of barely checked rage.

"B-but Kat? I was...thinking of you?" stammered Jase.

"I mean it, sweetie. You'll lose me if I see any trace of a condom in your room. I'll let you off this time with a warning. I can't let anything stand between your manly cock and my wet pussy." the she-devil cooed.

"I.. eh.. O-Okay..." I could practically hear the squelch. This monstrous, erotic being was screwing my roommate with the door wide open, and I knew...I knew from the way their hips met that Jase had slid into her with one mighty thrust, as wet as she was. She was on top, and soon a chorus of throaty cries filled the air as my buddy and this terrible, alien thing rutted like wild beasts. For just a moment, one of the cries of throaty lust seemed to rise just above the vocal range of any human. If Jase noticed, he could care less. Only her jiggling breasts and slick pussy mattered. The slick pussy of his celebrity idol. I could just catch a flash of her throbbing, bouncing boobs wobbling in an obscene rhythm as she thrashed sinuously atop the rigid cock buried in her slick sanctum.

"Ohh....Kat....*SCHLUNK*....your...your breasts...I had no idea....you were so big..." 

"Mmmm...just for you, baby."

But she wasn't that big, was she? I remembered something... when I'd seen her in the shower, when that crazy slut was coming on to me, it seemed like her breasts were swelling in my hands. A slow creep of mammalian expansion that was devastatingly erotic, but should never have been possible for a natural woman.

But then she turned her head, and met my gaze with a wicked smile. She knew, she knew that I was watching. And she liked it. This girl-thing wanted me to see her with Jase's dick buried so deep into her clenching, dripping cunt. It was a look that seemed to say 'You're next, big boy.' And with a slight shake of her head, the female entity seemed to be telling me 'There's no escape.'

Suddenly, I didn't want to be here anymore. I didn't want to see Jase climaxing inside of the blond, beautiful horror. I had to leave, I had to think. The Thing, this girl-monster that seemed able to become any man's fantasy turned again and watched me with a smirk as I fled. They couldn't be photographed, we see them...how we want to see them, they try to entice strange men into raping them, and demand unprotected sex -- flying into rages at the sight of condoms. Moreover, if they touch your cock, you'll be hard all day... all day.

What next? I had this impossible picture of a ....er...I don't know what; but I needed more proof to unearth the full depth of the conspiracy besides a screwed-up camera phone shot. I needed help. I also needed to cum, badly. 

**********

The phone rang. It took him a moment to rouse himself from the reclining posture of his easy-chair, feeling drained from the explosive afterglow of the first orgasm. Yet somehow, his fingers reached the desk and fumbled for the receiver.

"Mmm...yeah?" he murmured.

"Ted, I've got something; this is big. Major. It's the plot that we never believed possible, I'm going to email you some pics now that - Hey Ted, are you with somebody? I think I hear uh...giggling?"

It was Cecil, an online friend who happened to live quite close. Ted often contributed to his Global Conspiracy Website. Cecil had made some compelling arguments for his grandiose theories, but now Ted had more important matters to attend.

"Oh yeah, she's incredible aren't you baby?" A girlish laugh sounded from under his desk, and a delicate hand slid into his open zipper. Cecil sounded worried when he spoke next.

"Lemme guess, she's short; close to five-feet tall, with curly blond hair, has a face like a teenager, but with unbelievable boobs almost as big as her own head." Cecil announced over the phone.

"Shyeah! That's it man! Have you met her before? You described her perfectly, she's like my ultimate fantasy woman come to life! Hey, hey babe...tell Cecil what you're doing now..." The phone receiver was passed under the desk.

"I'm giving your friend Ted the blow-job of his life...*MMPH* *SLURP*." said a velvety voice. "And I swallow!" girlish laughter. "Maybe I'll do you too, if you come on over here..." She handed the receiver back.

"And she's for real, man!" Ted reported enthusiastically.

"No, no Ted. She's not what you think she is." Cecil insisted.

"I know! She's a genuine Nymphomaniac! And here I thought they didn't really exist! Like unicorns or the tooth-fairy! I never would have suspected!" Cecil seemed to grumble something and then hung up abruptly. That was unlike him. 

"Oh well, he's just jealous. He'll come around. In the meantime, let's take a look at those tits again." Soon, her massive baby-feeders were wobbling in Ted's grip as he wallowed his face in a quaking valley of voluptuous cleavage. She laughed again, and it was almost...mocking laughter? 

**********

She was there with him! How many of these slutty things were there? I wanted to warn Ted Miller, he'd been a good friend and wrote some awesome erotic stories; that's how I knew what type of gal he'd fantasize about. How to warn him? If I revealed the secret right then and there, he might be in danger. After what I'd seen, or thought I'd seen today, I had to believe that these women weren't human. Probably would have no compunctions against killing humans to protect the terrible secret of their seduction of mankind. 

No, I won't try to warn my friends until I catch them alone. For now I'd just get in my car and go...go where? I'll just drive. Just drive to give myself time to sort this out and plan my next move. But I still had my own ten-inch dilemma to worry about. If possible, my penis seemed to only get larger, harder. It was difficult to concentrate on keeping my hands on the steering wheel as I drove aimlessly through the city. Alone in the car, I freed my rod from its painful confines.

It seemed irritated, engorged and almost angry-looking. I should pull over somewhere, tend to myself...maybe then I could think clearly. Nearby the Southern Parkway were a whole bunch of ritzy mansions, it seemed a good place to park for just a little while, probably not much crime in the area. Frankly, I was afraid to go home; one of the creatures, and perhaps all of them knew where I lived, and I didn't think I could resist them twice. As it was, I felt the need to hide every time I saw an attractive blond. 

Speaking of needs; I gripped my own ram-rod cock and prepared to...no...no...what if this is step one? Why are these things so eager for sex? Women just don't work that way; a healthy human woman just can't be so attracted to random strangers, so these...she-creatures must be getting something from it. 

Control.

Above me, there was another billboard openly displaying massive dildoes, butt-plugs and assorted sex-kink paraphernalia openly, publicly. A year ago, something like that would never have happened. As though the city had turned into Amsterdam overnight, yet it seemed as though I was the only one that noticed the changes, was I the only one unaffected by them? Why hadn't any women noticed and complained? It made no sense to me. But what if....what if sex is the weapon? 

When one of them sucked my cock, she did something to it. If I had let her finish, if I had orgasmed and allowed this unnatural entity to consume my cum, the way one of them was consuming Ted's cum, what might have happened?

It almost made sense. Alien beings with some kind of mental voodoo infiltrate the Earth, they can control men through orgasms as long as there's no interference from condoms. Probably impeded the flow of the drugs they used. They appear as whatever a man most wants, and after you cum, you will do what they most want. Men will become the docile slaves of otherworldly she-demons that will dominate us...without anyone even noticing! I took my hand away from my still-erect cock, and wrestled with my beefy member until it was firmly secured deep in my pants. If only Susan could see me now, eh?

Susan...that reminded me of the flaw with my theory: Human women. Was there a male version of these beings to seduce real women? These days, only controlling men wouldn't guarantee you world domination, there had to be some plan for our own females as well. Unless they're all in on it. Could it be some sort of trans-planetary feminist conspiracy to turn the lusts of men against us? 




Three Hundred Million



"Wait....no, no, no...I'm going to far, my ideas are too extreme. I've got to take time out and listen to myself. What if this is just my imagination; what it really is just my problem. I am having these incredible nightmares, could there be something else wrong with me? Maybe that picture I took really was just some horrible glitch of the lighting. Well, Jace helped set me up with an appointment with a psychiatrist tomorrow. Maybe...*YAWN* maybe that would help...*YAWN* Couldn't hurt, I hope...

**********

There should have been a second wave. Reports on the few remaining radio-stations assured the public that several governments were coordinating for a nuclear counter-strike against the Invaders. They said they had new tactics this time, they tried to bolster our flagging hopes.

But I was running through the empty streets, past the abandoned cars, struggling to escape the fate that had befallen so many others. There had been no second strike. No one was sure what happened. Washington hadn't been destroyed, that was clear. But somehow, all the politicians simply...gave up. Orders were given through secure channels for the military to stand down, and then they stopped giving orders altogether. There were reports of similar incidents in Beijing, Moscow, London, Tokyo, and a few other world powers. Orders for the army to just stand down, and disband. Was it fear? That must have been the answer. Maybe they were trying to preserve their lives and power for future resistance? No one knew for sure, only that the aliens were bringing in more ships every day.

These were new kinds of ships; smaller and faster than the ponderous floating fortresses that had paralyzed every major metropolitan area with their pink pleasure rays. They were like jet fighters, almost. Fast fliers with flat, glowing panels on the bottom. Two kinds, one ship with blue-glowing panels, and another class with a pink glow. The pink ones would sweep the crowd, and through some miracle of physics, fleeing human beings would be yanked upwards and magnetized to the bottoms of the ships. Only men. That was impossible. (Impossible in the way humans understand the cosmos.) Electromagnetism didn't have a sexual component. Yet for these aliens, it could. A mixed group of males and females would contain only females after the passage of a pink ship. Their men would be clinging helplessly to the underside, to be taken up into a pulsating opening in the floating fortress above. And the blue ships, they caught up only women and left behind the men. And the sexes were separated and conveyed into pulsating hangers on opposite ends of the mothership.

I didn't know what else to do but run...just run and keep on running. And I tried to, I tried until the fortress-ship began to shine brighter, and there was a hum in the air as the alien behemoth gathered up otherworldly energies for a deathblow to human civilization.

And when I saw the tower, that was the moment when all hope at last fled from me. An impossible structure dozens of times taller than the highest skyscraper... it was descending from the clouds, through some conveyance that defied human understanding of gravity. Amber and yellow and needle-like off in the distance. The extraterrestrial object slammed down, embedding itself in the earth as pink lights began to glow from within. They were setting up some kind of permanent base-camp. And it was probably like this all over the world. I knew at that moment that the human race had failed.

And the pulse hit. A white flash from the fortress-ship that swept over the entire city, and it struck me like a tsunami. I lay on the ground, spasming and writhing. The pleasure so extreme as to be frightening. It was like gorging on something far too sweet, the stimulation is overwhelming to your senses. I could only laugh and cry all at once, as my hips thrashed with spontaneous orgasms wasted inside my blue jeans. I couldn't say how long it lasted; the Bliss wave eliminated all sense of time. It was such an impossibly joyous experience that I seemed to lose all awareness of my own body -- the pleasure was all. My last coherent thought was an understanding of humanity's downfall: These aliens did not fight with guns and bombs and pain and death. They conquered through pleasure. There was no will to resist them.

**********

"Don't be blond don't be blond don't be blond..." I chanted to myself as I took the elevator alone to the office of Dr. Lucinda Cox, licensed psychiatrist and psychotherapist. What if the aliens had infiltrated academia as well? "Don'tbeblonddon'tbeblonddon'tbeblond..." If she were another gorgeous nordic that matched my deepest sexual fantasies, I would just run. If not, then perhaps I did need help. I'd slept in my car that night, not intentionally, I'd just nodded off after convincing myself not to masturbate. And the dreams had come again, so intensely vivid that I had awakened that morning in a cold sweat. What did it all mean? Was it prophetic? I needed help, and I needed answers. As long as she wasn't blond.

But I probably looked like a mess, the situation in my pants was becoming unbearable. I'd probably need to go to the emergency room, to see if human medicine had a cure for a 24-hour alien-induced erection. No...no... don't think about aliens, Cecil. Got to stay rational. The therapist can help. I hope.

I was surprised at how little paperwork there was. The secretary had her back to me as I signed in and was ushered in. The office was deep mahogany wood panels and a red, lavishly carpeted floor. The far wall had cheery, soothing painting of wilderness scenes and flowing rivers, with the requisite psychotherapist's couch raised near the head. And Dr. Cox herself...

...Was a redhead! I audibly sighed with relief as I let myself relax. Beneath her primly buttoned business dress she was spectacularly gorgeous, however. Almost too gorgeous. I wasn't sure, but from the way her chest bulged outwards, it seemed as though she had to be at least an F-cup; either that or she was smuggling some bowling balls in her bra, perhaps - 

"I'm up here, Mr. Damion. " Came an indignant voice that at last, was not velvety, yet still feminine.

"Y-yes of course, I apologize." I slid onto the couch with relief. I was even happier now; that was a very human reaction and I was ready to give Dr. Cox my complete trust.

"May I call you Cecil?"

"Sure."

And so I explained about the dreams, terrible dreams of the alien invasion of Earth, where the population was subdued by weapons of pure pleasure, where the armies and governments had rolled over and given up their power. Dr. Cox wrote copiously into her little notebook, red hair all bound and bunned, with librarian glasses that created an image that soothed me with her apparent professionalism. Except for her legs. They were sleek, perfect, and belonged on a panty-hose commercial, and yet she wasn't wearing any. But what I noticed was the way she would constantly cross and uncross her legs; was she trying to get me to look up her skirt? No...no...I've got to stop thinking that way. Of course not.

"Do you have an erection, Cecil?" came the unexpected question.

"I...I..I'm sorry, what was that?"

"I asked you if your penis was erect?" she said with perfect seriousness, raising her eyes to stare at me the way one might study a bug in a jar.

"I..uhm...I'm not sure that this is...uh...relevant to..."

"Do you see those certificates on the wall behind me, Cecil? The one on the far left says that I'm also certified as a sex therapist. I know what I'm talking about and have good cause to ask." Alright. I'm trusting Dr. Cox.

"Y-yes...since...for almost an entire day now." I gulped. She nodded, jotted something in her little notebook.

"And are you sexually attracted to me, Cecil?" My eyes widened.

"That isn't...I mean, I didn't come here expecting anything like that...I'm n-no...no..." I stammered. She nodded.

"I'm a big girl, Cecil. I can handle the truth. My breasts excite you; you're wondering if they really are as large as they seem. Also, you've been trying to look up my skirt." She noted, her cool expression never changing.

"Now, just wait a minute!" I shook my head vigorously. " I never tried...that's not at all what I'm trying to do, I came here for professional help! That's all!"

"You can lie in public Cecil, for the sake of decorum, but for your mental health, it is advisable that you not lie to yourself. " She uncrossed her svelte legs again. "It is a known fact that the part of a man that grows the most during sexual arousal is... 

"...the pupils." That's a surprise. "So believe me when I tell you that you cannot conceal your desires from me, Cecil.

"I don't understand what you're trying to do..." Or did I? "If you can read me so well, why even ask?" 

"Because you need to admit your true feelings to yourself in order to overcome anxiety. I'm pushing you to do just that." She glanced at a file on her desk, nodding.

"You've been experiencing sexual dysfunctions for some time now, with prior girlfriends." She knew about Susan? That hardly seemed likely! Did the whole world know he had a problem getting it up that one time? "And from listening to you; I am convinced that your suppressed libido is producing side-manifestions which cause your other symptoms. Do you want to be cured, Cecil?"

"Yes." Why else was I here?

"Then you must trust me." Her hands reached up towards the white blouse she wore beneath her business dress and began deftly undoing buttons.

"You...you're not doing what I think you're doing."

"You have too much pent up lust and sexual anxiety. Your only hope is for release of the tension. It's the only way to get your subconscious to stop punishing your waking mind." And with that, her proper business attire was cast aside. With no bra.

"Let go of your anxiety, and embrace your instincts." My face couldn't have been any redder had I dunked it in Kool-aid. Her glorious F-cups leapt out at me. Her aureoles were wide and dark with nipples like erasers.

"Ihhhhhhhhuuuuuuhh...."

"This is what I'm talking about; even when presented with the naked body of a woman you find intensely desirable you experience considerable doubt." Dressed only in her glasses, and high heel shoes, Dr. Cox joined me on the couch.

"B-but - professional...organizations....ethical...guidelines...laws for p-proper conduct between....therapists....patients..."

"You can't live your life by committee vote, Cecil. And those professional organizations don't know everything. Release. Relax Trust." My pants seemed somehow to undo themselves, and my cock leapt as if for joy. "There are instincts that all males possess; which society encourages you to deny. My naked body will bring your natural, male urges to prominence, and your rational mind will be subsumed by your resurgent libido." She took my wrists and brought my left hand to her chest, as my fingers were treated to a tactile tour of buoyant breastflesh with a bubble-like roundness, down towards the toned tautness of her firm abdomen, down to her venus mound and finally a bush that was moistening with pungent, female juices.

"Release your tensions, Cecil. Your male instincts tell you what to do. Follow them, obey your urges and you will be free of anxiety."

My cock was to blame. Two days ago, I would have been intensely suspicious. But since that partial blow-job in the shower; the fire in my groin had only increased. It wasn't just my non-stop erection, the sexual craving to go with it continued to grow larger. It was more growl than yell as I grasped the creamy-soft flesh of the hands-on psychiatrist and pressed her to the couch. So slick...so wet...so female... It almost caught me off guard how easy it was to penetrate; my rock-hard ten-inches of angry manmeat slid perfectly, cleanly with one good thrust, so wet was the womanhood beneath me. I gurgled with the promise of the release to come.

At this point, more than anything else, it wasn't so much that I desired sex, It was more the escape from the furious tension that burned in my groin. Release...Release...sweet release of a woman's body. Inside a woman's body. That was far more important than merely having fun. And she was right; my rational mind was a voice in the wilderness shouting against the hurricane as I thrust over and over into the yielding paradise of soft sexuality that growled beneath me. Her legs encircled my pelvis as I buried myself to the hilt inside the hot wetness.

As we coupled in fanatic lust, Dr. Cox began to sweat, no...not quite sweat...clear, slick, faintly oily. And aromatic. The rose-petal skin of the indecent therapist was soon slippery with glistening oils that highlighted her every curve, each swell of muscle in her taut belly, the sweeps and valleys of her mountainous boobs. The artful beauty of her graceful flesh illuminated in sultry detail. This had been another fantasy of mine, screwing a prim and professional woman who was all dignified and disciplined. And her boobs, I'd given up hope of finding a girl with such an otherwise trim figure, but with breasts too large for me to wrap a hand around -- another intense fantasy of mine.

Peaches...Peaches and Wine. That was the scent that emanated from the Doctor's flesh as I wallowed my face, hands, chest and cock in the feminine wonderland that quivered beneath my male hardness. The sublime beauty of the entire experience inflamed me more than I dreamed possible. I howled madly, crazed with lust as Dr. Cox arched her back, thrusting her boobs at me even as I ground my meat between her moist legs. When I sucked upon her slick flesh, the peachy scent grew stronger, yet the taste; it was an eerie, tangy-fishy taste not unlike...pussy?...the wetness of a woman's sexual arousal, yet all over her...Beauty and Perversion rolled into one. Did it make sense? No. Did it make me horny? Yes. 

"Need you....to do something for me....for your therapy." I moaned, sucking upon her erect nipples. Her delicate fingers reached around and down...towards my tight balls. Her strokes were feather-soft. "Don't worry...about consequences... I need you to orgasm. Cum ...need it in my pussy. You need to give me your cum -- all you can muster. Don't try to pull out, or any other tricks men envision. Just spurt all you have inside my cunt. You will gain acceptance of your own sexuality only by cumming inside me."

OKAY.

Honestly, it was hard to tell when the climax hit. I was aware only of the pussy-drenched flesh of Dr. Cox, her enormous boobs and the Floating. Yes...a bliss so perfect that I lost touch with my own position in the world, an altered state of consciousness beyond the sufferings of Earthly life. Almost like...like my dreams? There were brief moments, when I was aware of the fact that my penis was embedded in a hot pussy that smelled of wine and peaches, and that my penis was blasting away with more cum than I ever dreamed I could summon. But then the pleasure would sweep over me...my consciousness flickering in and out. Yet there was a sense that I must keep cumming, keep spurting into the body of this perfect female.

I had no idea how much time had passed. But I was still naked. And so was Dr. Cox. "G-gonna get dressed?" I asked. Her statuesque body still gleamed with sweat...or whatever it was, her thighs and belly and boobs still exposed, yet she continued writing in her notebook dutifully. Strangely, she hadn't even bothered to let down her hair during the furious copulation.

"So the sight of a naked woman causes you distress.... interesting." She jotted down more notes. Almost absentmindedly, she sent the middle finger of her left hand between her legs, thrust it into her own pussy, and brought it out to suck upon it...as if my sperm was candy to her. "But you need to relax, Cecil. Relax." she touched the side of my head with her other hand. I thought I saw a pink glow, and then passed out again.

**********

I was awakened by a heavy weight...and a scent. Honeysuckle and baking bread... I recognized the Brunette straddling my pelvis as Dr. Cox's secretary, I felt so drained...but my cock was rigid and ready. I didn't remember her coming in, or what excuse she might have given, but the secretary rode my cock with the desperation of a madwoman. There seemed to be an association between my orgasms, and the blackouts -- because there was that floating feeling of bliss...and the loss of consciousness. Yet I was spurting, jetting my seed into yet another eager womb.

**********

Next, it was both Dr. Cox and the Secretary. The gorgeous brunette sat upon my face, the engorged lips of her cunt plastered to my mouth. My senses were overwhelmed, giving me a buzzing in my brain from her yeasty,flowery sex-musk. On the occasions when I could see from between her legs, I saw Dr. Cox riding my still hard rod, while her and the lusty secretary fondled each others breasts, and licked each other with perverse sinuosity in their tongues. The orgasms were torn from me before sleep claimed me yet again.

**********

When next I was aware, I had fallen to the ground with a solid thud. Still in the office... but no telling how long I had been there. Wrapped around me was the hot, nubile body of yet a third of the incredible women. Her red hair was curly, and her moistening skin reeked of jasmine, yet I found myself relishing the sexual flavor of girlcum in my mouth. 

"My colleague, Dr. Pricker has arrived to aid in your treatment." announced Dr. Cox as she raised her mouth from the hot snatch of her secretary, as the females sixty-nined each other on the carpet not three feet away. The air was clogged with flowery aromas, and the two sapphic beings were utterly soaked with the unique sexual juices that these creatures released when aroused. Dr. Pricker gave a low growl from her hauntingly gorgeous face as her breasts began to pulse. From the size of mere coconuts, the jasmine-scented boobs slid against my face as they crept outwards, upwards and forwards at a rate of nearly an inch every five seconds. Without thinking I suckled upon a rubbery nipple and my spine tingled from the perverse flavor. Yet something in the back of my mind concerned me... it was...wrong somehow... I knew that there was something wrong with a woman whose breasts expand during sex. Just couldn't think of it now.

Instead, I would simply suck -- suck upon the throbbing nipple that was in my face. I found release along with my desire. Dr. Pricker then pressed me down into the carpet, and I could see the firm hemispheres of her ass quivering as her cunt became a vice around my cock, milking me with a precision that was almost preternatural, and I could not resist a final, toe-curling, spine-tingling explosion as my male essence flooded her hungry pussy. Again, the surge of delight was so strong that my mind faded from consciousness to float on a sea of sensual bliss.

**********

"...certain that we'll lose this one. I'm surprised he didn't recognize you the moment he entered this room."

"He doesn't yet understand how the process works; he thinks..." a girlish giggle. "...he thinks we all have to be blondes!"

"Ahhh...because that was what he saw during his first encounter, and several times since then."

"Yes...because of that, he's developed a strong, paranoid anxiety towards attractive blond women from his experience. You should have heard him as he was coming up the elevator 'Don't be Blonde! Don't be Blonde!' Because he had such a powerful need for me to look like...anything else...for him I wasn't blonde.

"Because he desperately hoped you weren't, he wanted to be able to trust you."

My eyes popped open suddenly, aware and awake and worried. For the first time in one...two days my cock was finally limp. I felt like a tire with the air sucked out. Dr. Cox and her 'colleagues', had rode my manhood beyond the point of exhaustion. They kept talking; they didn't know I was awake finally. And still naked. On the carpet.