The Communion

Helen awoke to the immediate realization that something was amiss. Unlike the day before, her memory was crystal clear, but Sarah was gone. Her bedroom was left in the same pristine state as the rest of her house was yesterday. She sat in bed for a while and wondered about what she had done. All the puzzle pieces had come together -- now what was left to her was a choice, if she could call it that. One part of her, the part active now, the part which she had reason to call her genuine self, wanted to run. It told her that she had been drugged, impregnated by some alien or something, and that she had to escape to the police. Even if they wouldn't believe her about the crazy stuff, they would believe that she was abducted, and maybe if she went to a doctor they would see what was inside her -- hell what that was she didn't even know. She was terrified -- Sarah could break through locks like they were paper, had some way of knowing where she was at all times, and could turn her mind to mush.

Helen was sure of that last part, but the more her rational mind tried to understand it, the more she found herself slipping away, falling into that mushy, loving, soft place in the back of her mind. She could still feel Sarah's hand on her cheek, she could still feel Sarah running her hands through her hair. It was golden, and it informed the other part of her -- the part she was trying to repress, keep down long enough to make an attempt at getting away. That part was ready -- it was an abyss of pleasure inside her mind, and she dared not gaze into it. She couldn't dwell on those thoughts that threatened to pull her deep into trance. She pulled herself out of bed and was immediately greeted by extra weight pulling her down. Those things inside her, or maybe just one thing, had grown significantly. She had never been pregnant before, but her belly looked like she was about four months in, and she could feel the jostling motion inside her. There were definitely many little things in there -- although she wasn't sure what they were exactly. Her mind raced as she pondered what they could be -- little humans? Eggs? Tentacles? Monsters unlike anything she'd seen?

As she thought about it, she felt the ungodly pull of that abyss, trying to drown out her sapient mind with thoughts of the birth of her young. The abyss didn't know what was to come, but it didn't care. It just wanted to birth them, to nurture them, to enjoy mothering them with her lovers, her handmaidens.

Helen stomped out that line of thought, daring not even to ask what it meant by "handmaidens." Lord forbid anyone else be brought into this mess. Just as much as her belly was gravid and weighted down, so too were her breasts. Apparently, Sarah's feeding had stimulated them to produce even more milk -- they were full and ready to be drained. Not engorged, nor sore, just full. Helen realized that might be a bit of a timer. Eventually, she would need to drain them, and unless she somehow found a way to do so without stimulating herself as well, that would likely return the control of her mind back over to the mushy half. She had no idea how much time that afforded her, but she knew she would need to think fast and plan faster if she wanted any hope of escape.

Helen walked down the wall barefoot -- the kitchen was still clean as before, the locks on her doors shut tight, and everything where it should be. She hastily threw on some sandals, grabbed her keys, and moved to the front door. Just as she slid of the chain, a knock resounded from it. She immediately hid away behind the kitchen counter, before hearing the voice of a close friend from the other side.

Another round of raps on the door was followed by, "Helen, it's me Julie -- are you home?"

Helen rushed to the door, checked the peephole to verify, and pulled Julia inside. Her friend was a little taller than her, with short black hair.

"Get in, get in!" Helen ushered her in and Julia promptly started asking questions.

"Helen, what in the everloving fuck -- where have you been are you alright -- are you..." She looked down to her friend's belly, "Holy fucking -- you aren't?!"

Helen stopped her and started answering, "Julia, I'm so so sorry, honestly I don't even know where to start." She had begun to tear up, and Julia toned herself back down from upset to reconciliatory.

"Helen, I have no idea what's happened here, but we need to talk -- who did this, are you hurt, are you alright?" She walked Helen over to the couch and sat her down.

Helen took one breath and started, "Ok. Ok. God, I am gonna sound so fucking crazy to you... ok. I guess..."

"It's ok -- sound as crazy as you need to, I'm here for you."

"Ok. I was abducted. I don't exactly know when, but I know it was after I celebrated with Joey at Rock Bottom. I met her there, Sarah -- the woman who abducted me. She didn't take me there, we actually went on a couple dates, but one of them she drugged me. I can't remember much after that, but at one point, someone -- no something impregnated me."

Julie took in the immensity of those three sentences for a moment, before asking, "What do you mean something -- and you were just with Joey like a two weeks ago, not even. How is it already like this?"

"Julie, promise me you won't think I'm crazy, but it wasn't a person. It was a thing. An alien thing. From beyond our world."

"Sarah? Or?"

"No, not Sarah, it was the thing she brought me to."

Julie was entirely incredulous about the idea that her friend had been assaulted by an alien from beyond, but the testimony and evidence directly in front of her made the maintenance of that doubt difficult. Helen continued, "And, I don't know if it was drugs or if it just changed my brain, but I loved it, and I'm terrified that part of me is gonna come back and I won't be able to control it anymore. I'll just fall back into that part of my mind and I won't be like this anymore."

Julie furrowed her brow, "I -- I'm not sure I follow?"

"Julie! When Sarah first, I dunno, I guess she did drug me, when she did that the first time, it was like there was a part of my brain that had never really been touched, or had been neglected since forever got turned on. And it didn't turn back off until I went back to sleep. Then yesterday, it turned itself on." She emphasized the last point, but Julie wasn't sure yet.

"How -- like I guess I don't know what you mean. I'm sorry, I sympathize, but I know I don't understand."

"That's ok, it's ok -- I guess it's like Pavlov's conditioning? Maybe? I don't really know, but it's like when it activates it's like a haze comes over everything, and I get these weird thoughts -- like really weird thoughts. I can't really remember stuff when it comes over." She started to feel herself being pulled into that comfortable, soft place, "And it's just so... she calls to me and I feel so warm and fulfilled when I answer, and I..."

Julie pulled on Helen's arm, "Hey, Hel' -- Hel'!" Helen snapped to, and took a sharp inhale.

"Fuck I was going there -- fuck fuck I don't even know where that came out of."

"Helen, I don't know either, but we need to get you to a doctor, like now. You might have something in you that's fucking with your system and you absolutely need to get your ass to someone who can help you."

Helen nodded hesitantly, "Yeah, I think we need that." Just as she started getting up, a sharp pain shot through her chest, "Shit! Shit, they're full. Fuck."

Julie looked at her with her mouth agape, "Your boobs are...?"

"Yep, and that'll... ok think, think..."

"What?"

"Look, if they start filling up any more it's going to start really hurting, and I don't know what that'll do to me."

"So why don't you... I don't know, just go to the bathroom and drain them?"

Helen's deeper half forced her to grin at the thought, but the happy expression washed away with the realization she would likely be surrendering control once more if she so decided, "Julie, there's no delicate way to put this, but if I pleasure myself at all it takes over, I stop being this me, and start being that me."

Julie understood, and posited two options, "Well look, we either hop in my car and I haul your ass straight to the urgent care to figure out what the hell is going on in your body, or I stay with you while you drain yourself and make sure that -- even if you don't stay yourself -- that we get you to the doctor alright."

Part of Helen warned her against relieving her tits, but that part was waning fast as little droplets forced their way out onto her shirt. With those little milky spots, she noticed that the discomfort had faded into pleasure... what control she had was rapidly fading.

"I..." She thought for a moment, "Fuck I need to drain these before I can do anything else. She held her heaving breasts with both arms as the two mobilized to the restroom. Helen insisted Julie stay inside, lest Sarah returned unwarranted.

"So, where are you gonna do this? Like the toilet, the sink, or..."

Helen interrupted her and tossed her shirt off before squeezing her nipples directly over the bathroom sink. Julie blushed as Helen let out a deep moan, barely able to make out the word, "fuuuuuck..." while the stream of clear white fluid found its way to the drain.

Julie hadn't realized it, but in that instant, Helen's mind had once again strayed into the dark place. Julie started to step out of the restroom, but the morbid curiosity kept her body halfway in the door.

"Jesus Helen, I'm right here, is it really that intense?" Helen could scarce hear her, lost in her own world of milking delight. She couldn't hear anything besides the commands from within. One such voice was telling her to drink, one telling her to drain. She couldn't find anyone else's breast, and so lifted one of her own nipples up from the sink and planted it firmly in her mouth, starting to suck as hard as she could -- her own milk was distinct from Sarah's and the goddess's, it was sweeter, lighter -- closer to soymilk or almond milk.

Julie stared at her friend in confusion, "Helen, are you seriously alright? Should I just pull you and take you to the doctor right now?"

A command ushered in from deep within pulled Helen's mind to her friend at the door, she pulled the tit from her mouth and continued milking her breasts into the sink. As she looked at Julie, Julie's eyes widened and she stepped back from the door.

"What. The. Fuck." Helen's eyes had become the black starry globes, yet she was unaware of this.

"What babe?" Helen's voice was locked in a dreamy trance.

Julie took a step more back, "Helen, you eyes they're..."

The two orbs widened, and Helen dashed to the mirror, starting to stare into the reflections of the infinite before her. She drooled milk-laden spittle down her cheeks and chuckled before returning her attention to her leaky breasts.

Julie moved back to the door and looked at her friend's eyes, examining the alien balls which had replaced them. "Helen, I -- you need to get to a doctor now." She grabbed one of her friend's arms and started to pull her out of the restroom.

She turned towards the front door, before realizing this woman would need at least a shirt, if not a bra and some pads to absorb whatever she hadn't finished leaking into the sink. She turned around to look into the restroom, and saw a hand flying at her face at full speed.

Helen's milk-covered fingers shot into Julie's lips. In the second before the taste of the milk registered in her mind, she tried to spit out the digits and shout, "What the fuck, Helen!" Just as soon as those words found their way out of her lips, they softened, and she began to suck on her friend's finger, swallowing all of the milk that had coated them.

"Woah -- Helen, what was that?" She had been stunned by the constellation of flavors which danced down her throat.

Helen giggled and squeezed a spurt of milk out of her tits into the space between them. Some of it hit Julie, but most of it felt harmlessly to the ground. Julie was entirely shocked -- her mind hadn't been pulled down to the place where Helen's resided, and the rational half of her still maintained some control.

"Helen, just... go back in there and finish draining yourself, then we'll get you to the hospital, alright?"

Helen did as she was told, and continued moaning with joy as her breasts were squeezed into the sink. Julie stood watch, but with each passing second found her resistance waning -- surely no more harm would come if she took a little more of the stuff? Just a drop, to taste. She edged towards the door -- keeping her eyes on Helen's nipples, on each burst of milk that shot out.

"Hel' you wouldn't mind if I um..." she stopped herself, Helen hadn't really heard her -- still lost in her own world. Julie's mind tried one last time to rebel, pull her away from the door, but it failed and she finished the question:

"Helen can I have some more please?" To that, Helen instantly swiveled around, dripping droplets onto the floor while she lunged at her friend, wrapping both arms around Julie and shouting, "Yes! Yes! Yes!" into the woman's chest.

Julie was slightly taken aback by this behavior, but followed when Helen took her by the arm and guided her back into the bedroom. Helen sat herself down on the edge of the bed, then worked her way backwards towards the headboard, before patting her lap. Intuitively, Julie knew to set her head there -- and the two nestled against each other in the warm blankets. Julie wondered for one last moment whether she would become like Helen, but then felt all thoughts washed away as the soft breast tissue pressed against her face, and the nipple punched its way through her lips. It was coated in the milk already, she hardly had to do anything to elicit more of it out of her friend.

Helen was moaning and groaning with joy at the thought that she had converted another to the true way -- that her friend was going to become one with them. She massaged the breast which Julie sucked on, and felt her mind and Julie's connecting as the two descended deeper into the haze. She ran a hand through Julie's hair and looked down at her friend.

Mere minutes ago, Helen had been desperately trying to escape her apartment, and Julie was her perfect ticket out -- but now, now she was just as desperate to keep this woman trapped in, make Julie one of them.

"You are going to look sooo beautiful, Julie." Helen spoke between moans of joy. She looked down at Julie's wide open eyes. Those brown, stunning eyes looked back up and expressed such desire, such potent need -- Helen couldn't help but gush out with a kiss to Julie's forehead. She knew that Julie wouldn't hear the call of the goddess for a while longer, and until then was content to be the object of worship.

Julie couldn't care less, so long as the source of her ecstasy remained. For her, this whole experience was sheer bliss. She could feel a warm hand in her hair, then another one at her thighs. She felt it start to unbutton her jeans, then slowly pull them off. She aided by kicking one leg all the way down, then felt the warmth on her lower lips, and realized how unbelievably wet she was -- the hand pushed past her thong and started its work.

Helen giggled and spittle drizzled out of her mouth while her eyes and Julie's locked. The rhythm between the two picked up pace, and she could feel Julie bucking against her hand, practically begging for Helen to make her cum. Helen was almost oblivious to this, but receptive enough to start increasing the speed of her motions. Julie responded by licking and sucking harder, eliciting more moans out of Helen's wide open mouth.

"Fuuuuck, Julie, you know what you want baby -- you know... fuck that feels so so so good, just keep sucking sweetheart, drink it all in." Helen had an idea float through her foggy mind, and stopped massaging Julie's nethers for a moment to shift her to her other tit. Julie needed no instruction and started draining it immediately.

"Good girl, good girl," Helen said while she puller her other breast up to her own lips. The taste of milk and Julie's saliva greeted her tongue, and she leaned back to nurse from herself. As she did so, she could feel Julie's hips shaking faster, and she increased the vibration of her hand to reward the woman -- resulting almost immediately in a moan escaping Julie's lips, alongside a copious amount of breastmilk.

"Jesus Helen, if you had told me how good all this felt, I wouldn't have tried to take you anywhere."

"Mmmmhmmm" Helen grinned and let out a little nasal chuckle. Julie's mind was clearer for a moment, orgasm had provided her that minute or so of heightened awareness. Yet her mind was still entirely in the thrall of the lover's fluid.

"So when can I become like you?" Julie looked up at Helen, and Helen responded by kissing her on the lips, letting a mouthful of her own milk into Julie's throat.

Helen spoke, "When Sarah and her say so."

Julie swallowed and asked again, "Who is her?"

"She is the one who made Sarah like me, so Sarah could make me like me."

"I don't think I get it."

"That's ok, love, you will when Sarah comes, when Sarah takes you in, just like me. You'll be so full, so happy, so satiated, forever. I'll get all my friends, you'll get all your friends, and soon it'll just be us all in one happy place together."

Something about that registered as wrong in Julie's mind, but the sensations from her lips, stomach, and groin told her to ignore it. "Full of what?"

"My young -- her young. Our young. You'll be bred and milked just like an animal, and we'll love it together." Helen was edging herself closer to orgasm with her own words, and Julie picked up on this, proceeding to grip the breast above her head again and lick as quickly and greedily as she could.

"Fuck!" Helen gasped out, and repeated again, "Fuck, fuck." She took one hand and went straight for her own crotch, and held her boob to her lips with the other, massaging herself and filling herself while Julie pushed her even closer over into orgasm.

As she came, she burbled out myriad sounds and noises onto her chest, leaking milk all over Julie's hair. She collapsed onto her friend, and started to feel a satisfied sleep climbing over her. The two knocked out in a messy pile, feeling their hearts and minds playing in tandem as dreams of being servants to her overtook them.

Helen awoke in the same spot, but noticed that a shadow covered both her and Julie -- looking up, Sarah stood above her, her own belly even more distended than Helen's. Sarah licked her lips, "I see you've brought in one more already?"

At first, Helen feared that Sarah's tone indicated some jealousy, but as she descended into the bed, Helen realized that this is precisely what Sarah had desired out of Helen -- a converter, of matter into nutrient, of human into servant. She felt fulfilled at this, that she had done her purpose now.

"So who is our new guest?" Sarah looked at Helen in the eyes, the two grinning at the knowledge that they were both fully converted now, entirely servants of her. Helen would never look at the world with those old lenses of hers, not unless the goddess wanted it so.

"Julieeee..." Helen was still walking off the orgasmic joy of having her tits sucked and drained by another.

"Awww, you're so mushy right now. How about we wake her up with something she'll love..." Sarah removed her robe and gestured to her own breasts -- full and ready to be drained. Helen squealed with excitement and adjusted herself and Julie's sleeping head so that the two were both aligned with Sarah's breasts.

Julie awoke to warmth all around her, two pairs of hands gently petting her sides. Her mind was fuzzy, but for this instant, it was hers. Then, just as the lucidity had arrived, it departed with the droplet of ambrosia that trickled between her lips. She didn't know whose it was, but she only cared that it was. She licked the teat before her and joined her friend in the draining of Sarah's breasts.