Oms Food
Fred woke up with the most amazing headache in the world. It was not just painful. It was not just throbbing. It felt like spiders were trying to hatch out of his eyes and worms were setting fire to his ear drums. It was THAT bad.
He sat up and whimpered. There was nothing else to do but whimper. His vision seemed off and his body felt oversized. Yes, like he was in the wrong body.
Also, he felt cold. No, no, he felt the floor was cold. Oh, he realized, he was naked.
Wonderful. Must have been a great party last night.
Wait...
He didn’t go to the party last night. He went camping.
He forced himself, after much debate between Wanting-To-Know and Not-Wanting-To-Know, to open his eyes.
It was not as bad as he thought. Well, he couldn’t really tell how bad it was.
First off he seemed to be in a hamster cage. Upside down water bottle, with metal tube, giant wheel, platter of brown fist sized things that, he assumed, were food pellets of some kind.
And there was a naked woman chewing on one of the pellet, crumbs all over her chin and breasts, staring at him.
At his nude body. He jerked up and moved backwards till his head bounced off the plastic-like wall.
“Ouch!” he whined as he tried to hide his private parts with his hands.
“Hey,” he said, after recovering his manners, “So, do you have anything we can wear?”
The woman just chewed her food and stared at him. She wasn’t bad looking. Her hair was messy, her body was a tad over weight, and her eyes had that far off look of some animal. But, hey, we all have our faults, right?
And her tits were nice to look at. She, in fact, seemed to have no problem with him talking to her chest.
“So, been here long?” he joked as he stood up and touched the plastic wall. Beyond it was empty space. Not that he saw anything outside of darkness. Yet there were vague shapes, like boxes in the distance. Or maybe those were other cages?
All four walls were the same. Transparent but showing nothing but darkness and far off shapes. And if those other shapes were boxes they were either empty or somebody the light inside was not escaping.
He noticed that the walls were also warm but did not give under the pressure of his hands, even when he hit them a couple of times.
Was the wall plastic? It felt like it. But the walls looked so thin he was sure human plastic would have given away under his punches.
He turned to smile at the girl, feeling more comfortable with his nudity. She did not give a damn. In fact, from her face, he doubted she give much thought about anything.
He walked over to the platter and reached down to pick up a food pellet.
She picked up another pellet and tried to shove the whole thing into her mouth while grabbing some more in her hands. She almost choked as she growled and moved away, dropping pellets, as she went to the far side of the cage.
He chuckled and tasted one of the pellets. He made a face. “It will have to do,” he said to himself.
“So,” he said aloud, preferring to think outside his head when he could, “where are we? Cage, duh. Why are we here? Research? Pets? Breeding?”
Fred winked at the woman who just kept pigging out on her pellets.
“Yeah, you need a name” he remarked as he checked out the wheel, making it pin. “Well, you are a mindless animal, so I could call you Beast? Funny? No? Tough crowd.”
Suddenly there was a bleeping noise and Beast dropped all her pellets and twitched. She let off a low moan and started to crawl to the middle of the cage. Her movements were rough and robotic, as if somebody was controlling her.
She centered herself in the middle and turned so her ass faced Fred. Than her arched her back, spread her legs. Even from a distance Fred could see the wetness running down her thighs.
“Breeding then,” said Fred as he approached her shivering body. She seemed to mewl and her hip made jerking motions. It was as if she was so eager to fuck her body was not willing to wait and had started without him.
Fred was a man. A intelligent, well balanced, ethical man who KNEW he was being turned into a breeder. But he plowed his cock into her wet, dripping, pussy without a thought. He slammed her as hard as he could, calling her all kinds of names that had been in the back of his mind, thinking of all the ex-girlfriends and bitches at work he wanted to fuck.
Later, as he rested on the cool floor, his penis soft and happy, he could not help but notice how the Beast seemed to look confused.
“You have no idea what just happened, do you?” he stated as she examined her cunt and fingered the cum coming out of it.
“Maybe the sound triggers a suggestion?” he mumbled to himself. “Or something, a device in your head? Would explain why you act so brain dead.”
“I guess if they wish to breed us and do not want any back talk.”
Fred chuckled, shrugged, said, “I can live with that,” and tried to get some sleep.
He woke up to bleeping.
He woke up slowly, rubbing his eyes, feeling a tad dirty from dried sweat and cum on his body. He heard a whimpering and glanced to the middle of the cage.
There was the Beast. On all fours, wetness pouring down her legs. But it was also pouring from her eyes.
“How long have you been kept in that position?” he said, as he drank some water and splashed some of it onto his face, chest and groin. “Don’t worry baby, I’m coming.”
She seemed to react with happiness when he pushed his hard shaft into her womanhood. for all he knew she must have been trapped in that position for hours and knew, even if she was more animal than human, that she was about to be released.
In fact, when he finally shot off his load, she seemed to have a multi-climax, hair tossing, eyes rolled up, mouth drooling. He petted her like he might a well behaved horse, stroking her spine, and softly saying sweet nothings.
“Good girl,” he whispered, “good girl.”
He pulled out, splashed some water onto his overheated, sticky, cock and laid down to rest. Beast decided to join him, much to his mixed feelings about her action. On one hand it felt they were bonding. On the other hand she smelled.
But his close up he was able to notice the tiny shiny patch on the side of her neck. It was small, maybe the size of a marble, and when he touched it seemed to give off a type of warmth.
In fear he checked his neck on the same spot.
“Oh my God,” he gasped as he found something here. Hard and round. He had one also. But is was very, very, very cold.
“So mind control, is it?” he thought aloud as the Beast tried to get some sleep. “Yet my device is default. Broken. So I am not under their control. Nor does it make me dumb like you. Maybe it generates some kind of field...”
Fred became silent. He wasn’t a scientist and anything he thought up to explain what was happening would likely be just plan wrong. Also, he was feeling kind of stupid talking to nobody.
When he woke up he found the Beast was gone. Another woman had taken her place.
Red, which he would come to call her because of her bright red hair, was just as smelly, dimwitted, and overweight. Her breasts were huge and brushed the ground when she crawled about on all fours. She had become so simple, so animalistic, that she had even forgotten how to walk on two legs. She carried pellets, when she wanted to eat them alone in one of the corners, with her teeth. Sometimes she pushed a few of them around with her head.
But when the bleeping started she was just as responsive as Beast had been, legs wide, ass arched up, mewling for ‘service’. A term he liked to call it.
It was not love making, mating sounded too weird, and calling it sex just didn’t feel right. So he called it ‘service’ or ‘servicing’ .
Fred tried to keep track of his time in the cage. The thing that seemed to help him keep time was the times he had to ‘service’ the females. It happened so many times over a regular period or that is how it felt to him.
Over the weeks, or was it months, he had many different female cage mates. Most seemed to be in the age range between twenty to forty, and none seemed to have a default mind control device as he did.
The control device seemed to also have different effects. Or maybe he should say different levels of strength on each woman. Some remembered how to walk and some did not. Some could point with their fingers and others pointed with their chins. Some could carry objects and those who pushed them around sometimes did so with their hands instead of their heads. Some would not drool as much as the others. One of the older women even knew how to comb her hair with her nails.
Some women would also run away from him right after being ‘serviced’ and glared at him. As if they knew something was not going the way it should. The funny thing is, he was not sure they were mad at him for the sex or because they could not remember HOW he had gotten so close to them.
What worried him the most was that sometimes he found himself not being able to react as needed. In other words, sometimes, he just couldn’t get it up. No matter how pretty the women may be or how distressed they became when he could not perform he just find himself too soft to do anything about it.
At first he thought it was just too much of a good thing. When a person gets so much of what he, or she, wants that after a period of time they just do not desire it anymore. Fred examined that idea for a few days but than dismissed it.
That was a bunch of crap. What animal would tire of too much sex? Half the time a guy’s cock would get hard for no reason. How could he not enjoy mindless, animal fucking?
That made him wonder if maybe it was the fact that it was the same fucking position each time. Doggie style could get boring after some time. Maybe the mindless part was taking away the enjoyment of the act?
It was true the woman were not able to say anything. They never cheered him on, never begged for more, never kissed afterwards. True, they sometimes snuggled against him afterwards. When not mad at him for some reason. Yet there was no foreplay, no candle lit dinners, no exchange of funny jokes.
Fred found himself more and more daydreaming about dating old flames, debating politics with female coworkers, and being spanked by more mature women. Anything fantasy or encounter in which the women showed some intelligence.
One day his worries about getting it up were totally wiped out of his mind.
He woke up alone and in a new cage. all but one side was solid white. The one side that was not white was some kind of window. But the vast room beyond was too dark and too big to allow him to focus on anything.
Inside the cage, near the back wall, were giant plastic cut-outs of buildings. One was a barn, one was an skyscraper, and one seemed to be a tiny hut. There was even a windmill!
“A display case of some kind,” he decided. “Like a zoo. Or an ant farm. Excuse me, people farm.”
He laughed. But he was a tad disturbed by the lack of food or water. Of course, his keepers may decide to deliver it to him when their are visitors.
“See us feed the human!” Fred shouted and shrugged. At least he would get to see the people or aliens or monsters who had kidnapped him. As he examined the plastic windmill something must have happened behind him. When he turned around he could see the room.
He ran to the window and stared. The room was vast, the chairs and tables as big as small houses. Each one of the tables had a lit lamp in the middle. The walls had pictures of red plants and alien animals. Among those pictures were sometimes a photo of a ruin, vast and impressive, under a purple sky.
“Alien,” said Fred to himself, “an alien...”
Then the alien came to clean the window cages. Fred caught it our of the corner of his eye a few moments before it was wiping down his window. Huge, as big as a house. So many eyes. So many hands and feet and limbs and was that a beating heart on its chest? To Fred, there was no way to handle the sight. It was more alien than any alien he had ever seen on the big screen or red about in his science fiction books.
Fred screamed and ran. He tried to cram his body between the fake buildings and the back wall. He assumed, even while he screamed, that they knew how to pull him out.
He stayed there for what seemed like hours before one of the many aliens who peeked into his cage pointed at him.
As the back wall was removed and he was scooped up by a huge ladle he wondered if they would grill him or make him into a stew?