2 comments/ 29136 views/ 16 favorites Skin Ch. 01 By: PrevertOne (Note: Thanks to RuzieD for the edit.) From government file number 26154, Special Investigations, Department of Scientific Intelligence, Langley, Virginia: Subject: Tobias Eliot Kelly Age: 18 Height: 5'6" Weight: 130 lbs Hair: Dark Brown Eyes: Blue Race/Ethnicity: Caucasian/Irish-American Body Type: Slender/Average Note: The following information is highly classified and contains material of an extremely sensitive and sexual nature. Access is restricted to the highest security clearance. From the video diary of Tobias Kelly: "Hi, my name is Toby Kelly. I'm um. . .I just turned eighteen. I go to Theodore Roosevelt High. I live in Cleveland, uh, I'm a senior. I'm taping this diary because. . .well I don't know why, I guess I just have to get it straight, you know? It's just. . .what happened to me was just plain weird, you know? I think I have to put all this down 'cause I think I'll go nuts if I don't. I mean. . .nobody would believe it happened if I told them. Who would? Even though I look different. I mean look, I barely believe it myself. A month ago I was skinny and ugly, now. . .I'm still kinda skinny. I smell a lot better, I can't help that. Those damn aliens. . . Look um. . .before I go further, uh, if someone finds this, I'd like it if it got to Abby, uh Abigail. I'm really sorry what happened. I'm sorry for everything. She's the only girl who ever treated me nice. . .even before all this happened. I love her I guess. . .no, I really love her, for real. What we did together was great. I hope she likes the roses I planted. I gotta put this together, put it in some order. I gotta start at some place. I think I'll start with that afternoon, the day I got snatched. Uh, I think I better mention that I didn't always look like this. I mean. . .a month ago I was pretty ugly. I mean. . .everything else about me was okay, I guess. I was a little skinny. I had braces (I was sort of happy 'cause they were going to come off in a few days) but I had the worst skin on the planet. I don't think anybody had skin like mine. I mean. . .except for a nasty birthmark, it was okay until I hit puberty and then everything seemed to go wrong. If everything bad could happen to human skin it happened to mine. Zits, blackheads, ingrown hair, warts, you name it, I got it, and not just on my face. I got it everywhere. I got zits on my dick. Who gets zits on their dick? I tried everything. My parents tried everything. We went to doctors and specialists. I got skin creams and injections. Some of them worked for awhile. Others made it worse. A doctor explained I was probably allergic to most of the medicines and my immune system might be out of wack, which explained the acne. The only thing he could do was give me a box of medicated soap and hope my body grew out of it. I wasn't happy. I probably was going to be Toby the Toad forever. Yes, that's it, Toby the Toad, 'cause my skin looked like. . .well, you know. It got worse when I started to grow hair. You try shaving a face full of pimples. I bled every morning. I had scars on top of scars. Shaving was torture. Also, if you think bad skin was enough, my social life sucked shit. In my case, the school was divided: the people who didn't ignore me, made my life hell. You know you're at the bottom of the shit pile when even the losers, the geeks, the nerds, the dweebs, and the fatties won't have anything to do with you. Some of the geeks used to be my friends but they said I drew too much attention. So I guess in terms of social caste, I was like what those Indians called, uh, untouchable? I didn't even have a name. It wasn't like, 'Hey, there's Toby the Toad,' just 'Hey toad.' And I can't say it was all bad. Some of the teachers were nice and all. I got good grades. I mean, my life sucked, I had to concentrate on something, may as well be homework. Besides, my parents wouldn't let me drop out. I mean, they're kind of nice and kind of clueless. I told them about the bullying and I got answers like 'You have to tough it out boy,' or 'It'll get better son, you'll see.' Yeah right. And some of the girls were almost nice. Abigail Sutler was the best I guess. At least she didn't go 'Eeww!' like the others. Her step brother was okay, even if he was a jock. Look, I guess I better talk about the Sutlers later. I'm kind of rambling and I need to get this straight. So anyway, that afternoon was the beginning of spring break. Oh! I need to explain first. A couple of days before, my parents took me to yet another doctor who gave me yet another bottle of skin cream. I'd been using it. It seemed to work a little. I'm talking about it 'cause I think maybe it had something to do with what happened later. Well anyway, my parents took off a day later. They were going to stay at my uncle's to help him fix up his house. He had a fire. Anyway, they figured since I was eighteen, I could be on my own for couple of weeks. I didn't have a social life so it wasn't as if a bunch of people would show up for a party. Mom reminded me to keep my orthodontist appointment the following week. My braces were coming out. That was the only good news I had for the month. I didn't think it'd improve my looks but at least I'd have straight teeth. So anyway, back to the afternoon. I was staying late at school 'cause I work as an assistant janitor for extra money. Everyone had already left, most of them off to Florida so I had the school and neighborhood pretty much to myself. The girls' and boys' restrooms were flooded, so I had to unclog the toilets and clean them up (it's a spring break ritual, see? The jocks clog the toilets and. . .oh forget it!). Well, the sun was setting by the time I finished, so it was sort of dark when it happened. I was walking down the street listening to my Walkman when I noticed I wasn't moving. It's not that I was paralyzed or anything just, well, my feet were moving but I wasn't going anywhere. And then I looked around and noticed the trees and houses were getting smaller. Well, um, not smaller. I looked down and I was literally walking on air. Now here I am thinking 'What the fuck?!' and then I looked up and went 'What the fuck?!' again. Now. . .I grew up on Spielberg. Saw all the movies, dressed up as Indy five Halloweens in a row, saw E.T. twenty-four times and counting, so I know all about flashing lights and weird chandeliers. That thing wasn't Spielberg. It looked like a giant black, well not black, sort of dark gray, ball with a dark slit at the bottom. It didn't have that industrial look like the Death Star, just a perfectly round, smooth shape with, well a slit. I could have used some tricky metaphor (like my English teacher's always describing) like it sat against the twilight like such and such but, really, the thing looked just. . .ordinary. I better say I was kind of kicking and screaming at that moment; swinging my arms, kicking my legs, yelling 'Help! Fuck! Help!' Nothing really worked. The neighborhood stayed dark. I don't know if it was because most of the people were on vacation or the aliens did something. Maybe a few lights came on but no one came out. So I got dragged, kicking and screaming, into that slit. Once it hit me there was nothing I could really do, I stopped the hysterics but, still, I was scared shitless. I mean it was tough to keep it inside. I think I pissed my pants. I cried a little I think. The inside of the ship was sort of dim. It looked like everything inside was a bunch of square-shaped compartments, like an erector set, only the gaps were covered by glass panels. Everything glowed a faint greenish color. I don't know how to describe it except. . .you know the panels on that game show? Hollywood Squares? Only the squares had black borders and the panels were glowing green. And the entire ship looked just like that. Well almost. This great big black wall was in front of me. It was like this, see: the slit was to my back and it closed like one of those astronomical observatories. The Hollywood Squares were to my left and right. The floor was made of glowing green squares too but with thinner borders. The ceiling was kind of domed, dark gray like the outside of the ship, but with lots of squares or panels or something floating about. They looked like those obelisks from that movie 2010, only glowing bright green instead of black. One of the green squares was right above me. I was still floating and it moved right with me. Somebody gasped 'Wow!' and it took a few seconds before I realized I did it and that was the other thing: everything was completely stone silent. There were no hums or buzzing sounds you'd think UFO's make. Even the slit, or door I guess, didn't make a sound when it closed. Anyway, I was put down on the floor, I guess; one of the squares anyway, in front of the black wall. I didn't move, I mean, where would I go? So I just stood and stared at the wall 'cause I was too scared to look around. A glowing white line appeared in the wall and it grew wider. It took me a couple of seconds to figure the wall was a door. I nearly pissed my pants (kind of surprising since I was sorely tempted earlier) 'cause something was going to come through. I've seen Alien twenty times, Close Encounters twelve, and Aliens sixteen. I was kind of hoping for E.T. The things that came through were more Close Encounters; didn't mean they were friendly though. The aliens were big; not giant big, more like basketball player big. Otherwise they looked like typical big-eyed, skinny aliens with big dicks. Yes, they were naked and had big dicks; not that I was gay or anything (well, I didn't think so at the time but. . .uh, I'll talk about it later) but well, I couldn't take my eyes off their. . .dongs. The aliens were kind of green, at least I thought at first, but then I realized it was probably because of the green glow. Actually their color was a pale gray. They didn't move so much as glide. I think there were twelve. They surrounded and looked at me, or looked down at me; they were tall. I gaped like a fish. I think I made sounds like one, too. I thought they were going to do one of those anal probes I heard about. I actually felt my ass cringe. I thought, "Please don't let it hurt." The biggest one, I think he was nine feet tall, stepped (well glided) forward. He looked at me and frowned; at least I think he frowned. The aliens didn't have eyebrows so it was difficult to tell. Anyway it felt like he was looking at something he found at the bottom of his shoe. I got those looks often. I'm used to it. . .or I was at least. Kind of strange since the aliens were barefoot. The alien turned to a shorter one and spoke to it ( and I don't mean short by my standards, he was still taller than me). You know those sci-fi flicks where the aliens speak English because of some universal translator or something? Well that stuff's shit. Alien speak (this one anyway) is a bunch of clucks, clicks, and buzzes, with some humming noises between. I don't know what he was saying but he sounded pissed: a lot of hum-clicks and buzz-clucks with gestures, most of them directed towards me. The other alien shrugged, yes, that's right shrugged, and clicked back, pointing at me with those long fingers of his. He sounded loud, and I guess kind of defensive. I don't know; between the clicks and the buzzes going back and forth, I got the impression that someone made a mistake and I was it. Other alien abductees didn't describe any of this before their anal probes. The other aliens kept quiet. They hung back, some looked at me with the same expression as the big alien, others looked at the smaller alien with, I guess my English teacher would call it 'bemused' expressions. My head had stopped swimming, I guess. It was swinging back and forth, watching the two alien dudes 'snapping' at each other. Another alien came running out through the big door, making clucking noises, pointing back at something inside the room ( I couldn't really see), and tapping his wrist like he had a watch and time was running out. On what, I didn't know. The big alien looked at the time keeper (more annoyed than ever, it looked like), then at the smaller alien, who shrugged, and then at me with a squint in one eye and a raised brow (at least that was the impression; they didn't have eyebrows, remember?) on the other. It put its hand to its forehead, closed its eyes, massaged its 'brow,' and made a loud cluck. One of the aliens stood at attention. The big alien made some more clicks and buzzes, still massaging its brow. The other alien took a companion and ran back into the large room. Now here's where the E.T. moment came; with the glowing finger, courtesy of the big alien. Only instead of touching me and establishing some psychic 'empathic' contact, like in the movie, it came close and started tracing its finger along my clothes. Everywhere it traced, a cut appeared with a mild burning smell. I couldn't move. . .really I couldn't. The square I was on kept me glued. He crisscrossed my hoodie, belt, jeans, even my shoes. When he finished, the alien stood back. My clothes fell off. Just like that. Everything. . .even my underwear. I was stark jaybird naked. 'Holy fuck, man!' I moved then; I guess I blushed. I covered my privates with my hands which was kind of silly. I mean, the aliens were naked so it wasn't as if I was in a church but then again, with skin like mine. . .come to think of it, the locker room after gym was hell for me so I guess I covered on impulse. Anyway, I'm going off track. So, the alien's finger was still glowing. He touched the finger to my hands, 'Youch!' I moved them from my privates. He didn't want me covering up. He turned to a couple of aliens and clicked some orders, I guess. They moved to squares on either side of me, grabbed my arms and held them spread. I would like to say I said something but I didn't. I didn't ask, 'Hey! What are you doing?!' or shout, 'Stop that!' Frankly, I was terrified. If I wasn't gaping I was nearly pissing and too scared to speak. I figured, keep my mouth shut, do everything they say (or clucked, clicked, buzzed, whatever), and maybe they wouldn't shove a metal stick up my ass. . .or dissect me. . .or eat me. I just kept goggling around, wondering what they were going to do next. The two aliens came back; both had objects with them. One was holding a small purple globe, the size of a grapefruit. The other carried a large tank shaped like a fire extinguisher with a vacuum hose attached to it. The other aliens surrounded me. The one with the purple globe came forward and held it over my head. I looked up to see what it would do but the tapped me on the forehead and held its finger before my eyes. I guess he wanted me to look only at him. I felt something plop on my head. I thought it was the globe at first, but then an alien started to rub the stuff into my hair. It felt kind of like hair gel. The alien who held the globe moved in front of me. He squeezed the globe and a purple jelly squirted out into his hands. I didn't see any opening or nozzles; it looked like the jelly came from the skin itself. The alien dabbed some jelly across my eyebrows and then moved to squirt some more on its hand. Nothing happened. A questioning look came over its face. It squeezed again; nothing squirted. The alien looked at the globe and shook it. An annoyed frown came over its face and it looked toward the big alien. The big alien turned and looked at the smaller alien, who shrugged and clicked, I guess rather defensively. The big alien rubbed its forehead again. I waved the other alien off. He slunk away, making these annoyed clucking sounds. The big alien gestured to the one with the fire extinguisher. I braced myself thinking, 'This is where the anal probe comes.' The vacuum hose looked big. I hoped it wouldn't hurt. I still didn't know why they put that stuff in my hair. It didn't seem necessary for an anal probe. The fire extinguisher alien looked at me and made hand movements over its face, blinking its eyes, and pointed its fingers at me. It took me a second but I got that he wanted me to close my eyes. I did so thinking, 'Maybe it's better this way. I won't have to see him shoving it in.' Instead ('Yikes!'), I felt some cold liquid splash on me. It didn't exactly feel like water but wasn't thick like that hair gel either. Some of it got in my mouth. The stuff tasted bitter and kind of soapy. I coughed and sputtered and kept my eyes closed. The alien sprayed the stuff all over my body, getting every inch. The other aliens holding my arms, let go. The alien sprayed under my arms, my pubes, under my balls, even my ass crack. I grit my teeth and tensed my muscles. That stuff was cold! And he kept spraying, going over and over all over me until I was drenched. When he was done, I clutched and rubbed myself, trying to get warm. My balls and cock had cringed so close to my body they were almost a vagina. The stuff the alien sprayed felt oily too and smelled like. . .well soap detergent. I wondered if they were trying to wash me or something. I kept my eyes closed because I was afraid of what they'd do if I opened them without permission. Plus, I really was embarrassed. I mean, the aliens were seeing me in all my naked, acned, warty, body-haired, and birth-marked glory. At least they didn't laugh or go 'Eewww!' but that was small consolation. I felt a familiar zap on my chest; the big alien poked me again. I opened my eyes. The big alien was making a 'V' sign or so I thought until I noticed two objects at the tip of its fingers. They were small round disks, kind of like oversized contact lenses. I barely had time to blink before the alien crooked its fingers and poked those things on my eyes. I shouted 'Hey!' and moved my hands to take them off but the alien slapped them away. The disks fitted around my eyes, like glasses without the frames. It took me a second before I noticed something about the alien; he looked transparent. I could see strange objects sort of floating inside him. Two or three of them were beating; his hearts, I guess. I thought, 'Wow! Cool!' It was like the subway scene in Total Recall. The one with the walking skeletons. Or the scene from the Hollow Man where his organs show before he fades away. Kind of like that. Well, anyway, I didn't have much time to take in my new X-ray vision. The alien zapped me again, to get my attention I guess, and another pushed me. I stumbled and nearly fell but then an alien grabbed the scruff of my neck and set me upright. He zapped me and I stumbled forward. They poked and prodded and pushed me towards the big doors. I felt like some cow getting corralled. I think one of them goosed me. They pushed me through the big doors into the other room and, well, it was just as weird as the first one: floating squares, glowing panels, vaulted ceiling, but the floor curved downward like a giant bowl, and there was a big, ugly thing in the middle of it." To Be Continued. Skin Ch. 02 (Note: Thanks to Ruzie D for the edit.) * I can't quite describe it but I'll try. It looked like a giant catfish meets a slug meets a whale. It sat in this pool of water. . .or sort of what I thought was water. It had these large, wide black eyes set in the side of its head, like big, shiny bowling balls. I can't tell what color it was; I think dark gray but the weird light made it difficult. It made these rumbling sounds like a loud freight train or a giant snore. Every time it rumbled, the water bubbled, especially around its mouth. There were these large wavy tentacle-like things around its mouth. I think I mentioned it looked kinda like a catfish? When I looked closer I kinda thought I could swear the thing looked ill, like a sad, sick old man. Really, it looked miserable. Miserable or not, I didn't want to go near it but the aliens had other ideas. They pushed, prodded, and goosed me closer to the thing. I got a sickening idea. "Oh fuck! They're going to feed me to it!" (I was right. . .sort of.) A couple of aliens came into the chamber. They were wheeling. . .well not wheeling, not when the cart had no wheels. It sort of floated. The cart carried a large white ball, the size of a Volkswagen. A hose was attached to it, like a fire hose. One end hooked to the ball, the rest rolled around a bar in front. The nozzle looked just like a fire nozzle, complete with handle. The two aliens unspooled the handle and brought it to me. I didn't know what to do at first but then one of the aliens smacked me on the back of my head. I guess it was a hint to take the darn thing. The big alien stood in front of me and poked my eyes. I blinked, reflex I guess, but the image shifted. This time, instead of see-thru aliens, now I was seeing through the catfish thing. It looked more like some computer generated image than an x-ray, not like with the aliens, and all the images were multicolored. The bones were pale green and the veins and arteries, blue. It had four hearts, colored dark blue; two at its front, one in the middle, and two near its tail. Its brain looked like a bus-sized cauliflower, going from the front of its head and along the spine. It looked like it had four stomachs, like a cow, connected by tubes. I noticed something strange, even for what I was looking at. Weird red dots were all over, well not all over I guess, all through the creature's body, most of them in the stomachs. The spots were what made the creature sick but I didn't find that out 'til later though. The big, cross alien tapped me on the head. I was getting really sick and tired at that point. The aliens were kind of acting like jocks. He got my attention though. He clicked and buzzed and made these strange gestures. It took me awhile to figure them out. He was pointing at the nozzle and pointing at me and then at the catfish/slug creature. He was especially focused on those red spots. I had a sick thought, "Oh shit! They want me to put the nozzle in its mouth!" I didn't know why, when they could do it themselves. Maybe they were chicken and wanted someone expendable 'cause the creature was dangerous or something. At least that's what I thought at the time. I didn't have time to ask or complain since they started poking and pushing me towards the creature. It turned out the liquid in the pool wasn't exactly water. It was thick and slimy like snot. At least it was warm. It didn't make me feel better. I was shaking and gulping as I waded up to the thing. I think I was sweating but I don't know. I was oily from all that stuff they drenched me in. . .some of it might have been sweat. . .getting off track here. I should be talking about giant catfish/slug/whales. By the time I got up to the thing, the slime was knee deep. Have you ever tried holding a bottle to a baby's mouth while your hands were shaking? My hands were all over the place. I was scared shitless, and then the thing had to go and open its mouth. It looked like a giant cave with snot dripping from the ceiling. They want me to put the nozzle in that?! "Fuck this!" I thought. I didn't care what the aliens did. I'd hit, punch, bite, fight, whatever, I was getting out of there. Well anyway, it didn't happen. The fish-slug thing wrapped its tentacles around my waist and gobbled me up. . .just like that. I didn't even have time to scream. One moment I was backing up, getting ready to bolt, the next I'm in the fish-slug's mouth getting swished around like a piece of candy. Looking back, I'm grateful the thing didn't have teeth. I'd be alien compost and not recording this if it had. It was just. . .crazy, you know? Like being trapped in a big, wet rubber blanket, all warm and slimy. I screamed and flailed my arms, and my fists smacked against the walls. It didn't do much good but I couldn't think of anything else to do. And the thing's tongue was slithering and sliding all around my body, and some of the mucus was getting in my mouth. So I was sputtering and coughing and trying to keep from swallowing alien snot. Plus. . .um. . .well. . .I'd kind of rather not say but. . .it's for the record I guess. . .I. . .uh. . .I got an erection. I'm not saying I was enjoying it. . .I mean. . .um. . .I was getting swallowed alive but. . .well. . .when the thing's tongue moved over my body, it was kind of moving. . .well across my dick and balls and. . .well, over my ass, and it. . .uh. . .kind of felt good. . .I guess. I wasn't about to cum or anything, and it was sort of ticklish, and I guess the creature was lubricating me or something 'cause next I was sliding down the creature's throat. It felt like being squeezed through a tube of toothpaste. The walls were slick and tight and I couldn't breathe. I felt sick but kind of aroused because every part of my body, including my dick, was rubbing against the walls, sort of like silk or satin I guess. It was kind of surreal, you know? Those weird lenses made it so I could see through everything. I watched weird organs and veins slide past me, and I was screaming and squirming, or at least trying to, and then I was in the creature's stomach. To Be Continued Skin Ch. 03 Thanks to Ruzie D for the edit. * It's kind of difficult to describe an alien catfish/slug's stomach but I'll try. It's like, well. . . years ago I watched this old cartoon, Star Trek I think, the cartoon, not the live one with the weird guy from T.J. Hooker. Well, one episode had the Enterprise get swallowed by this giant cloud thing and the inside looked like a giant cave, only the stalagmites and stalactites looked like giant tobacco leaves and if things ran into them they'd explode. Sorry if I'm running on, it's just that you don't really get over getting swallowed by a giant slug creature, you know? And the stomach was even worse than the cartoon, especially with the things in it, those little red dots. Wait a second, I'm getting a little ahead of myself. First I have to say the stomach was large enough to stand upright, but not by much. I had to hunch a little. Second, the walls were throbbing and making gurgling noises. Clear, slimy stuff, mucus I think, was dripping, actually pouring, from the ceiling and dripping all over me, reee-pulsive! My x-ray contacts must have adjusted because I could see more of the stomach than the creature's body, like everything else receded to the background, see? It made it easier to see the red dots. Actually they looked like giant ticks, sort of round, red and jelly-like. They were clinging to the walls and the tobacco leaves (maybe I should call them something else. Cilia or villi or something, whatever my biology teacher would say.) like slugs. Little vine-like arteries were spreading out from the "ticks", I guess like an infection. Some of the tobac. . .cilia were wilting. I stood staring at the ticks, I don't know how long. It wasn't like I was stupid or anything. I put two and two together. These red things were some kind of parasite and the aliens wanted me to get rid of them. It's just I didn't want to exterminate a bunch of red alien ticks like some veterinarian. I wanted to get the fuck out of this fucking nightmare and go home. The problem was it looked easier to get in than get out. I didn't think the aliens were going to let me leave until I did something. So I picked up the hose and looked at it. The nozzle had a trigger just like a glue gun so I squeezed it. I guess I kind of forgot how powerful fire hoses were because the next instant I was dealing with a wild snake, spewing white fluid all over the place. It kind of looked like. . .well it's kind of embarrassing. . .like. . .jizz. . .and it was flying everywhere, including on me. So now I was soaked with alien jizz, snot, and digestive fluid, not to mention that stuff they soaked me in earlier. The worst day of my life and I hadn't remotely touched bottom. I managed to grab hold of the hose, difficult 'cause I was kind of slippery at that point, and started spraying the ticks. I noticed some jizz had already splashed a few so I saw the results. They'd shriveled up like slugs in salt and fallen into the pool on the floor. They left behind pockmarks and ulcers on the wall and cilia. I splashed them with the jizz and the sores started to close up. I dowsed more of the ticks thinking, "This is easy, a little more of this and I'm out," but actually it was wishful thinking. I guess I was trying to keep from panicking 'cause I was really on the edge at that point. I say I was on the edge 'cause when I felt something on my leg, a sort of tickle followed by a sharp sting, I looked down and saw one of the ticks had attached to my leg. Well, you could say I tipped over. "Fuck man!" I went and then blasted the thing with the hose. Then I dowsed myself all over. I didn't know if any more ticks were on me, maybe some were but I was panicking at the moment. I was screaming "Yaaahhh!" and blasting that hose everywhere until everything was drenched, including me. Every time I felt something on my skin, I mean it could have been dripping mucus or stomach fluid but I don't know, I screamed and drenched myself with the fluid. I don't know when it happened but sometime later I stopped. I stood there with white stuff and alien snot dripping off me. I think I was heaving and shivering. I think I was crying too. I was scared shitless. The liquid on the floor had a white color with some reddish streaks. What was left of the alien ticks, I guess. I looked around. There didn't seem to be anymore left. I would have been relieved, except I was still in the monster's stomach and there were still more of those ticks in the thing's body. I didn't know how to get to them though 'cause I didn't see a door or a mouth or throat going from one stomach to the other. I think the creature or aliens had that in mind though. I have trouble figuring what happened next. I guess it's kind of like when a person vomits. The stomach churns and then it's puke time. Only I was the puke. The churning bounced me off the walls and swished me around with all that combined fluid. I grabbed the hose hoping, maybe, to use it as a line to get out. Instead puke time happened, only in reverse. It was like the first time: squeezed through a tube, organs racing by, and "splat!" I'm in another stomach. The second stomach was larger, the cilia were bigger. I could stand without bumping my head, but this time I was hip deep in monster juice, and there were lots more ticks. They practically lined the walls and weighed down the cilia. I only had to take one look before I said "Shit!", grabbed the hose and pulled the trigger. Visions of giant alien ticks swarming all over me, sucking out my blood and organs, did a lot for my motivation. I splashed everything in sight. The walls rained ticks; some got on me so I dowsed myself again. They didn't cling and I felt no stings so they must have been dead. I dowsed myself some more just in case. When it looked like I was finished, the churning started again and I was flushed into the third stomach. The third stomach was just as large as the second, but with more cilia and fewer ticks. Plus the liquid had a yellowish color and the place stank like a rotted fish processing plant. I dowsed the walls and the ticks dissolved and everything but the reaction was sort of odd. Looking back, I guess the yellow mucus and rotted fish smell wasn't supposed to be right 'cause when I sprayed the white jizz, and it mixed with the stuff from the previous stomachs along with dead ticks, the color and smell changed. The mucus turned green and it started to give off a smell, less like rotted fish and more. . .I don't know. . .like perfume, maybe sandalwood or pine. When I finished, the floor was a pool of pink and green slime. The stomach churned, I slipped through another tube, and I was in the fourth stomach. The fourth stomach was the smallest and crawling with ticks. All the stuff from the first three stomachs flooded the fourth, leaving me up to my chin in slime. I was pressing the trigger on the nozzle so the slime lightened somewhat. Plus the ticks were getting killed so, overall, I didn't have to do much, but for a moment there, it looked like I was going to drown in the stuff. That pissed me off. "Fucking aliens!" I thought. Some of it got in my nose and it stung a little. A bit got in my mouth. I think I swallowed some. It tasted bitter and I nearly heaved. The crazy part was the slime actually smelled good, not like alien slug stomach at all, more like men's perfume. I didn't have much time to think about the smell. The stomach had filled completely and it looked like I was going to drown. I let go of the hose and desperately tried to swim. Looking back, it was a mistake. I sank under "water" and saw, to my horror, the hose slither back through the tube between the third and fourth stomachs. I made a grab for it but the fucking aliens, and it had to be them, reeled it away too fast. They didn't care I was going to drown in their slug's stomach. My usefulness was over, I guess. The x-ray glasses didn't show anymore red spots so I guess I got all the ticks. After that, why not just let me drown? I guessed they didn't want me to tell anyone, not that they would believe me. I figured I'd drown, the creature's acids would eat through that stuff the aliens soaked me in, and I'd wind up as shit to be flushed down some alien toilet. It wasn't far from my life but it still didn't seem fair. I barely noticed the stomach churn but when I passed through the last tube, I moved faster than usual. The next moment I was in a pool of alien shit; alien shit that smelled like Old Spice and tasted like cat pee. I know 'cause I was coughing up a lot of it. I was pissed, scared, and humiliated. I mean, I was human diarrhea, fucking aliens! I heard gurgling sounds behind me. I turned around. It looked like I'd been launched some distance from the catfish/slug. The thing looked a lot better, at least from what I could see of it. The gurgles seemed happier, I guess. A bunch of aliens were standing around the pool. Some, I swear, were smirking. The big cross alien was there. He had a disgusted look on his face. He pointed to one of the smaller aliens. The alien looked at the cross one with a confused expression. The cross alien pointed to me. The small one tried to back away but the others pushed him into the pool. The small alien approached, looking like he was going to puke. "You think you have the right to hurl? You weren't shat out of giant slug's asshole, pal," I thought. The little alien extended his arm, hand outstretched just within my reach. The cross alien pointed at me and then at its eyes. It took a bit and then "Oh!" They wanted their glasses back. I didn't know exactly how the big alien put the glasses on but they came off easy, sort of like peeling off a sticker. When I put them in the little alien's hand, I made sure to smear lots of slug-slime-shit on it. The little alien wasn't happy. He ran back to the others, making these "Bork! Bork!" noises. Alien retching, I guess. I looked at the big cross alien. He had a smirk. The others were tittering, laughing I guess, at the little alien. The big one raised his hand and made a gesture. It took me a second but I recognized it. "Shit! It's giving me the finger!" It's next move was to wave, "Bye, bye." And just like that I was flushed. Well. . .sort of flushed. The floor gave way and I was rushing through a pipe with the slime water from the pool, sputtering. Then I was out of the ship and falling. My body hit something hard and out I went. When I woke it was pitch black or so I thought, but then my eyes adjusted and I saw stars. "What?!" I thought. The ground felt cool and damp, not soft and squishy like a stomach. It tickled like, "Grass!" I sat up. I wasn't in an alien slug's stomach or on a spaceship. I was on the fifty yard line at the Roosevelt high school football stadium. I recognized the snack bar. I was also naked. Now, I didn't experience a memory loss like I heard with other alien abductees. I remembered everything. I really didn't want to. The problem was, even though I was in the middle of a football field, naked, smelling like Old Spice, with the taste of cat piss on my tongue, I wondered if I'd had some sort of hallucination. Maybe the jocks put something in my lunch milk or something or maybe it was a bad reaction to the skin cream. It sounded better than getting abducted by aliens and forced down some monster's throat. At least that's what I'd tell the authorities when they found me, naked, in the middle of the football field. Or I could just lie and say it was a spring break prank. Anyhow, I couldn't stand like an idiot in the middle of the football stadium, I had to get home, an adventure in itself. Think getting abducted by aliens is bad? Try making your way through a pitch black neighborhood without a stitch of clothing. I couldn't figure it out at first. The whole neighborhood was blacked out. In hindsight, I think it was the aliens. They probably needed to stay concealed so they blacked everything out. I had the advantage of most of neighbors being gone for spring break and other vacations, and the blackout made concealment easier. Still, it was a bit dodgy. First, I had to duck security at the football field (old man Pearson, former cop. Nice guy but a hard ass by-the-book type, not good for a naked teen streaker). Then I had to sneak and weave through backyards and bushes, avoiding the cops patrolling the neighborhood because of the blackout. Finally, just before I got home, the lights came on. I was in Mrs. Holder's backyard and I think I set off an alarm or something. Buzzers and sirens went off and I made a run for the fence. My leap put the entire track team to shame. I think I heard Mrs. Holder scream about "Someone in the backyard!" but I could have imagined it. The next yard was the Wallace's and their Rottweiler. How I outran it, I'm not sure to this day. I nearly wept when I finally got to my house and found the door key. My parents are the type who put keys in fake rocks; convenient for me. I let myself in and stood in the dark living room shivering. I felt hot, achy, and feverish, plus fear and exhilaration. I hadn't much chance to look at my body. When I calmed down, my first impulse was to go to the bathroom and look in the mirror, but then all the built up adrenaline left my body and I crashed. Between the heat, the fever, and the crash, I wasn't much in the mood for a body check. So I went to my room, fell on my bed, and was out like a light. I awoke the next morning, late morning I think. I don't quite remember 'cause. . .well, things got weird. Really weird. Weirder than the abduction. I was still bleary-eyed from last night (or at least I thought it'd been last night. . .I'll explain later) and a little stiff. I stumbled to the bathroom to splash some water in my eyes and take a shower. When I looked in the mirror, things I didn't notice last night stared me back in the face. I took a step back. I'd say that I was shocked but, really, there's no word for what I felt. I had to look twice. I did a double, triple, and then a quadruple take. "Ho! Lee! Fuck!" To Be Continued Skin Ch. 04 Thanks to Ruzie D for the edit. They were gone. My blemishes. . . gone. The acne, the warts, blackheads, razor scars, skin pits, heck! Even the birthmark, gone, as if they never existed. My face was smooth and unblemished as a baby's ass. I looked at the rest of my body. Every lump, every trace of zits, warts, gone, all over. So was my body hair. Underarms, chest, stomach, legs, ass. . . and pubes. Hairless. . . except for my head. . . and eyebrows. My skin looked strange. It looked pale; not pale like an albino or like I'd been sick or stuck underground. The best I could describe it was. . . translucent. I could see faint blue patterns of veins on my wrists, my temples, and my cock, my newly hairless cock. Well, maybe my skin had a slight pinkish tint, probably from blood vessels. Still, the image in the mirror was a miracle. Someone was making gasping sounds. It took a while to realize the noises were coming from me. I couldn't think straight. The image was too. . . just too unbelievable. I feel stunned right now talking about it. Seven years of just. . . shit bad skin. . . painful shaves, skin creams, medicated soaps. . . done. I touched the mirror. Then I touched myself. I think I cried a little. It had to be a dream, it just had to. This good luck, I mean miracle, couldn't happen to me. I was still in bed. I would wake up and be Toby the Toad, shit magnet of Theodore Roosevelt High. But nope, it wasn't a dream. It was real, beautifully, wonderfully, overwhelmingly real. The face staring back at me was a face I'd never seen before. The last time I saw it unblemished, I was eleven. It had grown a bit. My pale skin made what little color I had on my body. . . more colorful. My eyes looked bluer. My hair, browner, shinier. In fact I don't think I had that strange "sheen" in my hair before. I still had my eyebrows and lashes. I realized my head and eyes were areas that had been covered by that strange gel the aliens put on me, or by the strange lenses. I went to the shower to think. I always think best in the shower but it didn't work this time. The water made me ticklish for some reason; not real ticklish but kind of distracting. I soaped up anyway. I tried thinking about what happened the night before. I must have gotten exposed to a lot of things: weird alien chemicals, digestive fluids from an alien monster, maybe even alien viruses but I wasn't dead, and I didn't feel sick. The only thing I felt was. . . well. . . horny. I have to say that up until that morning, I'd pretty much suppressed my sex drive. Sure I'd had my share of wet dreams but I always forced myself to forget them afterward. And I always kept little Toby quiet in the gym showers and classrooms, making sure I never thought of anyone sexy like Abigail or Miss Pierce, the English teacher, or Mrs. Sutler, Abbie's mother, or, looking back, Randy, or Mr. Erikson, the swim coach. Face it, when you look the way I used to look, you do everything to avoid attention, including avoiding erections. The last thing I needed was to look like a perverted toad, rather than just a toad, but when I looked down at my cock pointing ninety degrees out, to be frank I was just plain stunned. I'd never seen it without the warts and zits. Most of it was always half-hidden beneath a mat of pubic hair. I won't say it was or is big, it looks big erect I guess, but I think the fact I longer had pubic hair made it look bigger. The water from the shower was drizzling on it. It felt like a handless masturbation. In fact my entire body felt like my dick, all sensitive and aroused, and I wasn't doing anything except standing in the shower. What was causing it? I wasn't thinking anything erotic. Sex fantasy was the last thing on my mind. My thoughts weren't straight. The previous night and the morning were still processing in my head. I gradually realized that the stroking feeling came from the water. It fell on my skin, feeling like hands stroking me everywhere. I was gasping, standing still, all my muscles tense, blushing red all over. My hard-on throbbed, raging pink. "What the fuck?!" I asked. I took hold of my cock. I'd never really given it much thought before. I mean, my cock used to be ugly to look at, what with the warts and all. I certainly didn't like looking at it. Now, it looked like a bubblegum pink mushroom with throbbing blue veins branching around it. When I touched it, it was. . . I don't know. . . it felt. . . good. . . I mean it felt great. It's just, I always thought when you masturbated, you had to stroke it a few times before cumming. I think the pleasure had to build, you know? Instead when I touched it, it was like, boom! Automatic. I didn't just feel it in my cock or balls, I felt it all over my body, like everything was hardwired to it. I didn't even have to stroke, just one touch and it twitched, and I came. And when I say came, I don't mean a squirt or two and that's that. I mean white cream blasting out of my pee hole like a mini-version of that hose the aliens forced me to handle. I kept a steady stream for, I don't know, thirty seconds? A minute? It seemed longer, but then I was shaking and gasping, going, "Oh God! Oh man! Fuck!" at that point so I might be confused about the time. The stream ebbed to a trickle and my cock deflated. . . a little. I was quaking a little and water poured on me. The horniness, arousal I mean, didn't go away. I had my hand against the wall to steady myself, feeling a little drained and confused. "Whoa! What the fuck was that?!" I thought. I'd never cum that hard or that big before. It was like I had years of pent up sexual energy blast out of me at that instant. My jizz flowed down the wall and down the drain with the water. I decided to rinse off before I had another episode. I was still horny and all and I knew the water had a lot to do with it, so I didn't want to spend the rest of the morning cumming like some juiced up porn star. It was tempting. It wasn't like I didn't enjoy it but with it related to the aliens, I didn't want to go further until I sorted things out. I couldn't think in the shower like I wanted so I turned the water off and stepped out. I ran into a problem when I took a towel to dry off. The same thing happened as in the shower. The touch of the cloth against my skin made me horny. "Geez!" I thought. I tried drying myself for a few seconds but every part I touched just made me hornier. I was near cumming again and my dick looked like a spear. "Fuck this!" I gasped and tossed the towel in the hamper. I wiped the bathroom mirror and took a look at myself. I looked flushed and tense. My muscles stood out a little. It made me look a little. . . uh. . . athletic, um, at least more athletic than normal. I mean, when I say I'm skinny, I don't mean stick figure with ribs, elbows, and Adam's apple. Basically, I'm slender, not quite athletic but not flabby either. I did some swimming for exercise, usually alone. Nobody liked changing with me in the locker room or showering for that matter. Even Coach Erikson kept me away from the others. I stayed away from junk food as well. They caused zits and I had enough problems. It was clear whatever cured my skin disease also made my skin ultra-sensitive. If I went off with just a towel or water, what would happen if I put on clothes? I decided to put off wearing clothes until I got my head straight. I was still adjusting to my new skin. I hadn't recovered from the alien abduction. Besides, my parents were gone for the week and, other than the orthodontist, I didn't have much reason to be outside the house. I know I could have gone to the doctor over this, but what could I say? "Hey Doc, big, tall aliens kidnapped me, turned me into a human pill, and cured my chronic skin condition?" Now, it's not as if I go naked all the time, at least I didn't used to, but I wasn't expecting visitors and I thought, "Maybe my skin needs to adjust." So I spent the morning wandering around the house, making breakfast, doing chores, and being an all around nude pervert, and then the doorbell rang. I tried to ignore it thinking it was some girl scout or Jehovah's Witness. I didn't think it was one of the neighbors. They knew my parents were gone and no one ever came to see me. The ringing was persistent though, so I went to the door and looked out the window. "Mrs. Holder?! What's she doing here?!" I had a bad feeling. Mrs. Holder was a friend of my mom, but with my little streak through her backyard last night, I hoped she wasn't here about that. "God! What if she called my parents?" My hand was on the knob before I remembered I wasn't wearing any clothes. I hesitated for a second, wondering if I should run to the bedroom and throw on some pants. I really wanted to find out what Mrs. Holder wanted however, so I opened the door a crack and spoke through it. "Uh, Mrs. Holder? Can I help you?" "Toby? Come outside this instant! I need to talk to you young man!" "Um, I can't right now. Um, I'm not exactly. . . uh, look, can you come back later? Or when my parents are back? Geez! Why did I say that?!" "Oh no! We need to talk about your behavior Friday night! I don't know what you were thinking young man! I should have called the police! What will your parents think? You're going to come out right this instant and explain yourself!" That was pretty much how the dialogue went, as I remember. Mrs. Holder was all huffy and outraged. I wondered, "How did she know?" I thought I'd ran through her yard pretty quick. I also wondered why she was dressed nice, almost as if she was going to church, but not on Saturday. I wasn't too fond of the Holders, even if mom and Mrs. Holder were best friends and yoga partners. My family weren't exactly church goers. Mom and Dad were more agnostic and spiritual, unlike the Methodist Holders. Still, spiritual matters were the last thing on my mind at the moment. I figured if I could explain, she might calm down. The problem was what to explain. I couldn't just say I was running home from an alien abduction. She'd think I'm nuts. Plus she wanted me on the porch and I hadn't a stitch of clothing on. "Uh, Mrs. Holder? Um, can you wait a second? I, uh, I can't come out really. . . uh. . ." Mrs. Holder took a peak around the door, just a glimpse. I was behind it, I thought most of me was out of her sight but I think she saw a hip. She drew her face back, red as a beet. "So I see you've become a nudist," she sniffed. She really sounded snobby. "Well, I'll let you get dressed young man but I expect you here in five minutes." "Uh, thanks Mrs. Holder," I muttered. I closed the door and went to my room, grumbling. I was pretty scared too. Mrs. Holder was so bossy and formal! Her daughter Sara was worse. She was the head cheerleader and queen bitch of her clique. I avoided her like the plague but really didn't have to. A worm like me was too far beneath her notice. When I tried putting on some clothes, I ran into trouble. My undershorts and t-shirt itched like poison ivy. It was different from the towel but didn't have time to think about it. It got worse when I tried putting on jeans. After I ripped the shirt from the constant scratching, I decided "Screw it!" and took off the clothes. So I was stuck. The doorbell was ringing, Mrs. Holder was getting impatient, and I was naked in my bedroom, trying to figure what to wear. I rummaged through the dresser and found a pair of khaki shorts. I remembered an aunt had sent the shorts as a birthday present with other clothes but misjudged my size. They fit but rode a little low. I put my feet into some sandals and went back to the door. When I opened the door, Mrs. Holder started to say, "Now see here young man. . ." before she stopped. "Oh! I'm sorry, I thought you were Tobias. Is he still getting dressed? And who might you be if I may ask? And why are you half-dressed?" She had a look on her face, perplexed and suspicious. She later told me she thought I might have been gay. I'm running around the house naked and a half-naked stranger greets her at the door? Oh well, it's moot now. "Uh, Mrs. Holder. It's me." "Gasp! What?! Toby?! You can't be Toby! Toby's um. . . er. . ." I was tempted to ask, "Toby's what?" just to make her uncomfortable but that didn't seem nice. "It's me Mrs. Holder. The um, the skin cream. . . worked. . . I guess." I bit my lower lip. I'm not a good liar, but I couldn't say the cream got a little help from alien chemicals and a giant slug's digestive fluid. I just hoped Mrs. Holder would swallow it. "Well! Well, I'll say! I recognize your voice now. You look. . . well. . . you look. . . uh, different. I mean, I can see now you take after your mother. I. . . um. . . never noticed." We stood awkwardly on the porch for a few moments, looking at each other. Mrs. Holder had a flustered red look on her face. Her eyes glanced down, her face turned redder. I looked down, following her gaze. It was my crotch. The shorts had fallen low enough to show part of my pubic area. I kind of blushed myself. My dick wasn't exposed but I think there would have been a lot of pubic hair visible if I still had any. "Oh! Sorry Mrs. Holder, my shorts are a little large." I hitched up my shorts, trying to ignore the itch. I felt strange. I couldn't figure it out. . . at least 'til later. Mrs. Holder's face faded to a lighter shade. "Um, yes. They do seem a little large young man. Shouldn't you put on some more clothes?" I thought it over for a second, what to tell her. I knew I had to improvise. The medicated skin cream angle seemed best so I went with it. "Well, um, you see, I think the skin cream had some side effect. When I put on clothes, my skin itches. I haven't figured it out yet." "Oh! Yes, I see," she reached into her purse. "Does it explain why you were in our backyard Friday night?" She drew out some photographs. So that explained it, I thought. Dad mentioned the Holders installed some new security system. It wasn't as if our neighborhood was south central L.A , but it wasn't Ozzie and Harriet either. Dad thought the Holders were paranoid. The pictures were a little blurry but I could recognize my body shape and hair. "Well? Explain yourself young man." I went for some more improvisation. "Well, you see, I went swimming at the school and then I went into the shower and when I came out, someone had broken into my locker and took all my clothes. I think it was a spring break joke. And then we had that blackout so I thought I could dash home and nobody would see me and I tried cutting through some backyards to avoid the cops and then the lights came back on and, well, things kind of got embarrassing. I'm really sorry Mrs. Holder. Please don't tell my parents." I poured all that out in a rush and I was fidgeting and biting my lip. Please, please, please let her buy it! I thought. Mrs. Holder had a skeptical look on her face. Then she smiled and nodded. "I'm not sure if I'm really getting the whole story young man, but nothing was damaged and you seem embarrassed enough. I just wanted an explanation. I guess your parents don't have to know about your impromptu streak." "Gee, thanks Mrs. Holder," I said, very relieved. "So, now what do we do about your itching problem?" "Uh, Mrs. Holder?" "Well, school starts again in a week. This week is as good as any to work on your condition. You really can't go back to school in just oversized shorts and sandals, can you?" "Well, um Mrs. Holder, I was going to try to figure it out myself." "Nonsense! Your mother asked me to look in on you anyway. I have some home remedies to take care of the itching. I could make you up a batch in the kitchen. Come along." And without further word, she brushed past me into the house. "But Mrs. Holder!" I cried, stumbling after her and hitching up my shorts. Mrs. Holder was always bossy and she'd been in our house often, but I thought, even then, it was a bit awkward for a teenage boy, like me, to be alone in a house with a woman twice his age, especially if her daughter sat next to me in English class. But if that was awkward, what happened next made my alien abduction look like a trip to Daytona. To Be Continued.