Chapter Four
The rest of the day went by in a blur. After they had both been bred, their masters had sent them back to their rooms to relax for a while, the tentacle arms of the doorway irising shut to lock them inside.
They hadn't done much but cuddle since then, their bodies and minds completely exhausted from the aftereffects of having their brains being overwhelmed by the hot sex. This was probably anticipated, as when they had arrived, hot mugs of a sweet liquid were waiting for them on an end table that had grown out of the wall.
They were too thirsty to decline, but after they had filled their tummies, a deep sleepiness had washed over them. They had retreated to the sofa as the lights above shifted to a softer tint, giving them the impression of a sunset.
To their surprise, soft sheets of an unknown material had been provided, so they had bundled themselves together and fallen into a deep sleep.
When Kate awoke, she could sense that Jackie was also up, but she didn't move, not wanting to make the first move. What they had been forced to do with each other
could
be considered a breach of trust, and she wasn't quite sure how to approach the topic.
She was still trying to figure this out when Jackie stirred. "Do you want to talk about it?" she asked, her speech slurring even worse than before.
Kate let out a long sigh. Yes, they had best address this before things became even worse and they weren't able to discuss it in human speech. Jackie had seemed rather distant since the orgy, preferring to communicate with grunts or silent gestures.
She didn't want to leave this to fester, or their relationship might sour, which wouldn't do. Jackie and Ben were the only ones she had left in this place, and she would do
anything
to keep them close.
"Yes," she grunted, giving the side of Jackie's abdomen a soft squeeze. "Do you hate me?" she asked in a small voice.
"Hate is too strong of a word," sighed Jackie. "Distrust might be a better term for it. I just don't know what is the
real
you, and what's being thrust upon you by the Masters."
Kate made a noncommittal noise, noting that her friend had subtly acknowledged that their alien overlords were superior. It was good that they both felt the same way, but that wasn't helping her to get to the core of the issue.
"I'm not sure I understand. Everything I say is true. I haven't lied to you once since our capture."
Jackie shifted, turning around in her arms until they were facing each other, their enlarged breasts squishing into each other. Kate pressed her lips together, wincing as a sudden pulse of lust sparked through her nipples.
The triangular set of blue eyes on Jackie's forehead blinked, her skin wrinkling. "You always were a submissive, but now you've got this dominant streak that I can't figure out. It doesn't feel like
you
. Your Masters are changing you, and I'm not sure I
like
how different you feel to me."
Kate breathed in deep, her heart lurching. "You don't?" she asked quietly, her alien eyes narrowing.
Her lips twisted. "I could say the same for you. We've
both
been changed by the Masters, and I'm really worried about you. I've never seen you so submissive before. It's almost as though some part of you has been scooped out, removed."
She could feel some of the tension in Jackie's body relaxing as a barking laugh escaped her mouth. She tossed her head back, revealing the gray slug pulsing about her neck. "You know what? You're
right
. Why the hell am I blaming
you
for this? It's these damn
aliens
who've made our relationship a mess."
She groaned, her breasts jiggling. "Fine. Peace. Let's not fight any more until we've figured out how to deal with what they've done to us."
A belch escaped her lips. "Huh. Suddenly, I'm feeling rather bloated."
She shuffled about, extracting herself from Kate's arms. Sitting up, she ran her fingers over her belly. "It's swollen," she said woodenly.
Now that she mentioned it, her
own
stomach was distended as well. Curling her body, she gave it a quick look. "Same here. Those aliens really bred us
good
."
Her dick twitched as the thought of bending Jackie over for another round sparked through her mind, but she suppressed it. She doubted her lover was in the mood when everything was changing so quickly for both of them.
Even so, the thought of growing fat with the progeny of her Masters was strangely erotic. She
liked
the idea of being pregnant with their young, whatever form that might take.
These thoughts were probably coming from her Masters, who were twisting her mind for their purposes. She lifted her arms, studying her dark blue skin. She was hairless now, an oily shine on the surface which kept it supple. Her former hair follicles had likely been repurposed to produce the oil, giving her body a smooth sheen that looked unnatural.
She rotated her fingers, noting that they appeared to be more flexible. She could curl them into weird positions that had never been possible before, and her nails felt loose. If they fell out, what would they be replaced with?
Skirting around the question, she recognized the obvious: the changes appeared to be accelerating for both of them. The evidence was all around them.
Jackie's ears had developed sharp ripples up the sides, the ends more pointed than before. Pulsing tubes ran up the sides of her neck, extending from where the slug had attached itself to her skin. Her face had become more flat, the armored surface thickening as spikes appeared around the periphery, and thick ridges had appeared over her shoulders.
She didn't have a mirror, but she assumed that she probably looked the same. Their conversion was almost complete. For all intents and purposes, they
were
aliens.
Her belly gurgled, and Jackie stopped rubbing her chest, looking up. "I'm hungry," she announced suddenly. "And you are, too."
The tentacles closing off the doorway rippled, pulling apart to reveal the darkened passageway beyond. A thrumming hum reverberated in her skull, and she stood, the pressure of her Masters returning. They wanted her to leave the room, and so she would.
There was no room left for her to disobey. Her mind had been smoothed down too much for her to even worry about attempting such a thing.
Her feet squished into the floor, giving her better grip as she proceeded out onto the main concourse. This time, she made a right turn, head fixed straight ahead as she followed the swooping corridor as it headed down.
The lighting was dim, but her alien eyes made the passageway bright in her perception, and she didn't miss a stride as she climbed over the pulsating tubes that interrupted the walkway at regular intervals.
The fleshy sides of the corridor loomed closer as the curve tightened, terminating at a portal that was already conveniently open. Taking a step inside, she halted, frowning as the mental pressure that had brought her here vanished.
The chamber was round, like the audience chamber she had seen earlier, but there was a large, central shaft that took up most of the space. It seemed likely that this room existed somewhere below the other one in the central core. Perhaps the pillar was needed to enhance the structural integrity of the ship?
That was certainly possible, but it appeared to be serving a second purpose as well
The area around the shaft was separated by vertical dividers into what looked like small booths. Glowing lights in some of the unused sections highlighted a series of holes and tentacle-like devices coiled at the ready. A large, swollen tube jutted from the wall at head height, dangling limp as the tip throbbed. It looked...... like a
dick.
She was starting to get a good idea what these booths might be used for, and this was confirmed once she spotted the blue skinned aliens occupying some of them.
Their bodies flexed as they pressed and rubbed themselves into the wall at regular intervals, soft moans filling the air as their asses glimmered in the limited light. It was almost as though she had entered some form of
bordello
, but that couldn't be right. The aliens had explicitly wanted them to breed with each
other
earlier. What in the heck was going on here?
The outer wall was lined with a long, irregular bench, made out of the same organic material as the couches in their rooms. Many more alien-looking humanoids were relaxing in U-shaped notches, their bodies folded into the curved alcoves that appeared carved into the surface.
Blue eyes blinked as moans escaped their lips, engorged alien dicks lifting and falling as their bodies rattled. She assumed that they were playing with themselves in some way until she spotted the erect alien organs fixed in the center of each bucket seat. Their pussies were being
worked
by the dildos. This was a
pleasure
room, meant to subdue their captives and make them more pliable.
The pressure in her skull returned, forcing her forward, deeper into the cloying atmosphere of pleasure that suffused the chamber. The other humanoids ignored her presence, buried deep in the throes of their own rapture.
She navigated around stalks that grew out of the floor, pausing in front of one near the central column. The top had swelled into a large fruit. If she could trust her vision, it was red and round, close to the shape of a tomato.
The flesh was firm and inviting. Her hand reached out and plucked it, bringing the firm skin to her mouth. As she punctured the side, a gush of cool liquid flowed over her teeth, painting her cheeks with the refreshing taste as it flowed down her throat.
Her tongue lapped at the side of her mouth, feeling the slippery texture left behind. No matter how she worked at it, her tongue slid off. What an usual substance!
Unable to stop herself, she took another bite, more fluid gushing over her chin and dribbling down onto her chest. She continued eating until it was all gone, burping as she stared dumbly, realizing her sudden hunger had been inflicted upon her by the Masters. They were
preparing
her for something.
She looked, finally noticing that Jackie was close by, her own chest stained purple from the sticky fluid of one of the fruits. Her lover gulped, staring longingly at the central column.
"Our Masters...they want us to use those
devices
