Alien Mind Control From Planet P
Chapter 8
By Gary LM Martin
Anna started to feel a small bump in her belly. No, a small series of bumps. It felt like her uterus was slowly expanding. Something was growing in there.
Somethings
. But what were they? The Voice couldn't, or wouldn't, explain further. But she knew conceptually what was growing in there. Life. Life which would enslave thousands of her fellow human beings. Anna often fell asleep with a broad smile and her hands between her legs just thinking about it.
Her dietary requirements continued to be higher. She ate for three people, at least. Her nipples had become sensitive, so sensitive that Yung Suk had to avoid touching them when they made love. She felt more emotional, as if she were pregnant with a regular baby. Except for the fact, that she
wasn't
carrying a regular baby. She was Host to the next generation of
Us
.
Unfortunately, Anna had a new problem. Anna was given an assignment which she wasn't entirely comfortable with. She was instructed to give medical evaluations for people selected to be converted into biomass for the Air Loves.
The Air Loves needed biomass to grow, actual flesh and blood of others to convert into its own flesh. People who were Infected were being selected. This upset Anna. She wanted to know why animals couldn't be used instead.
"Why not cows?" she asked.
Cows have physical muscle meat but that is not all we require. The Air Love also requires mental energy as well. And no species on this planet produces mental energy like humans.
And so Anna stood in a doctor's office
We
had appropriated, examining one batch of candidates after another. A line of men stood nude, expressionless, facing a line of equally expressionless nude women. There was no need for pretense here. All of them had been Infected, and all were being controlled. But it was kind of odds seeing lines of naked men and women just staring blankly at each other. Such was the nature of
Us
.
Anna was supposed to inspect them to see that they were healthy, and to make sure that their Muscle Mass Index (MMI) was high enough to provide an adequate protein source for the Air Loves.
Anna walked down the line of men and women, staring at the muscular chests, firm breasts, strong arms, solid legs, and hard buttocks. These were all good picks. All emotionless and dedicated to the cause.
Or were they?
Anna noticed some movement out of the corner of her eye. One of the women in the line, despite being controlled, gave a small smile. Then Anna turned to see what she was smiling at. The man opposite her was growing aroused. His face was blank, but somewhere in the free corner of his mind he must be seeing the rows and rows of gorgeous tits and furry bushes and slender legs and they must be affecting him. Anna watched, half fascinated, as his penis seemed to grow of its own accord, without external stimulation, like a sausage shaped balloon being inflated by a hidden source, until it was pointing upwards, completely rigid. Anna continued to be fascinated as, after it was fully inflated, it vibrated, as if there were hidden internal waves that were causing it to move. And now she understood. The woman opposite him was smiling because she felt flattered!
And then Anna was even more startled to see the man next to the first one also start to become aroused, and his penis started to slowly inflate and point upwards.
Anna could see it spreading down the line of men now, like a contagious disease. The men were all controlled, of course, but even under control they still showed natural reactions. For most of them, this was probably the first time they had been in close quarters to so many nude women. It was bound to have an effect on them.
For the rest of her life, Anna would never forget the sight of a line of expressionless men, each in growing states of arousal, the only thing moving, of their own accords, were their sexual organs. A line of them, one after another, getting hard like a wave.
One of the women tittered, despite herself. Another laughed.
Do they know what is going to be done to them?
She asked silently.
They know all they need to know. That they are going to serve the Air Love.
So they didn't know.
It made sense. Even Infected people would still retain enough of an instinct of self-preservation to refuse to commit suicide.
Anna walked up and down the line of men and women again. A line of naked breasts, standing at attention. And now a line of erect penises, giving her the equivalent of a 21 gun salute.
Anna turned to some of the girls in the line. She noticed droplets of red on the floor of the examination room.
Every fifth or sixth girl was menstruating. For this examination, they had to remove everything from their bodies. Anna looked at a young brown haired girl with small titties, standing with her eyes straight forward, as small red droplets formed between her legs.
"Spread them," Anna said simply. The girl spread her legs. Her vaginal opening was coated with thin red droplets. Anna looked up at the expressionless girl. There was no shame or embarrassment in her face, simply blankness.
They are from a local boating team. Look at their arms and legs.
Anna did. They looked very muscular. That would be good source of protein for the Air Love.
But they are so young
, Anna thought.
Young flesh is more effective, more nutritious for biomass than older flesh.
I don't care
, Anna thought. She looked at some of the young girls, who must be from a local crew team. They were blonde and pretty, with perky breasts and youthful expressions on their face. Some of them had probably never made love a man.
Approve these, and we will send you older ones next time.
Just these? These will be the last young ones you send me?
Yes.
All right.
Anna knew
We
could do whatever
We
wanted, in any case. She bit her lip and nodded to the supervisor.
That was the morning group. Then came the afternoon group.
Some of the new group were even younger. There were a mix of adults in their 20's and 30's, but, Anna soon learned, there were also members of a local high school football team. Some of these were boys in their late teens.
No
, Anna thought.
