Hannah had been asleep for, perhaps, three hours, by then – Getting woken up by a strong light, through her window. “What the heck is happening, out there?!”, she wondered. She got out of bed, going to the windows, looking out. She couldn’t hear any engine noise or rotors, so it wasn’t a helicoptor, as she initially believed. “What the heck?”. She opened her window, to see if she could hear rotors or engines, then, but still no. The light cone came from something out there, going straight at her, from the air. She rested her hands on the windowsill, leaning out, when she felt a rubbery, yet wet sensation, touching a finger. She pulled the hand to herself, which was getting engulfed in a black substance. “Is this rubber?!”, she thought, as she tried scraping it off, first against the edge of the windowsill, then trying to pull it off with her other hand. The rubbery goo travelled down her arms, over her chest, starting to cover her mouth and nose, while also going over he lower body, and over her legs, glueing them together. She wanted to scream, but the goo went into her nostrils and mouth, before finally covering her, entirely, everything engulfed, legs glued together, and her arms down her side, before finishing with covering her hair, making her a uniform plastic doll. She struggled, but when she tried, the goo around her legs and arms, would tighten for a moment. “I guess, I’d better just let myself be taken without a fight – Fucking hell, what’s even happening”.

What felt like eternity, but probably was just an hour, or so, and she found herself standing, legs, hands and body, still fixed, she found her head and hair cleared of the goo. She looked around, finding a very dim, blue light strip along a corridor, where all the walls, flooring and ceilings, were made of, what looked like, meat. Fleshy material. Along the corridor, there were round holes along the wall – Some closed by a meaty lid, others open, waiting for an occupant – And Hannah figured she’d be the occupant of the tank, in front of her. A tendril came out from the ceiling, grabbing the black goo on her back, pushing her forward, almost ripping off the goo, in the fall. She fell naked into the tank and a meaty lead closed above her. A blue light strip turned on, all around the circumference of the lid. She found she had around 3 square meters, and 140 cm in height, to roam within. “fuck, what can I do, by now – Dang-dang-dang”, she thought. She sat down along a wall, when tendrils came out from behind her head. She tried getting off their grabbing, by trying to get forward, on her knees, but the tendrils had her neck and eyes covered, before she could do much more. She shivered, not of cold, the temperature was warm and nice, but of fear of what was about to pan out. A thin tendril grew, inside the tendril covering her eyes, penetrating her ear. Her mind filled with static, like an old fashioned television, for a few seconds, before everything darkened and she relaxed in her whole body, limp.

With no idea how long had passed, Hannah woke up, finding herself laying, naked, and with a tendril inside her right ear, in a bigger chamber. She covered up her breasts, when the tendril said “No need to do that – We’ll begin in a moment”. Hannah shivered trying to shake off the ear-tendril. “Are you like a babelfish?”, she asked. “In a way, yes – But please stand still! We’ll begin in a moment!”. A big tendril “planted” a mass of flesh on her back, which then grew more tendrils, around her neck, down her back, around her waist and then, finally, her crotch. “We’ll begin now! Please relax”, the ear-tendril said. Tendrils grew from the collar, going into her mouth and nose, rummaging around, then going down her stomach and lungs. “What the frick?! I can actually still breathe, right now?!”, she pondered. The ear-tendril said “Yes, Ms. Hannah! – You’re more use for our research, kept alive!”. A slurpy sound came from her bowels, feeling her stomach getting emptied of contents. A couple of minutes, further in, came what she had head so many bad kinky stories about – The entry of the butt and the vagina. Feeling tendrils grow down there, she tried clenching her sphincters, down there, but to no avail. The tendrils excreted an unknown compound, relaxing the entrances, then forcing their ways in. Hannah thought “What the hell? It doesn’t even feel painful?”. She felt a nice sensation in her gut, then in her rear and front ends. She fell to the floor, while the tendrils worked, caressing her breasts. “This is so much better than any boy I’ve shagged, ever!”, she thought. A giant orgasm flowed through her body, before she blacked out.

“Was it a dream?”, the thought, finding herself in her own bed, at home. No lights outside, beside the street lamps. “What the heck was that, even?!”. She looked around, then down herself, finding what looked like a fresh tattoo on her pubic mound. “What the frick?!”.

By Lee Donkenburg