Copyright Oggbashan June 2016
The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.
This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.
This is an unreal fantasy involving alien femdom and unbirth.
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The small hotel looked almost deserted although there was a lit vacancy sign. I had been driving on minor roads for hours, changing direction frequently to shake off my pursuers. I must have lost them because no vehicle had been in sight behind me for at least an hour or two.
I had been aware that there were alien predators at large in the country but had thought, like most people, that I was more likely to be struck by lightning than encounter one.
It was dark and I was very tired. An overnight stop so far from any town should be safe. My real problem was that my enemies were shape shifters. I had no idea what they might look like and they could change their appearance within a quarter of an hour. All of them were linked into one single collective consciousness. What one knew, they all knew. They have a very limited ability to read human minds to decide what shape would be most attractive to the victim.
They take over humans by sexual contact. When one identifies a suitable recruit they change shape to be that person's ideal sex partner. The males have to persuade the human female to swallow some cum. The females have to get the human male to drink milk from a breast. Before either method happens they can reduce the human's will to resist by an exchange of bodily fluids. Kissing is enough but for the shape shifter females cunnilingus is even more effective, making the human male completely helpless and unable to resist taking a breast.
What I had discovered that was so dangerous to their campaign was that the shape shifters have no tolerance of alcohol. A single unit was enough to make them unable to read minds, and their sexual traps become inoperative. More than a single unit, and they become suggestible themselves.
I hadn't discovered that by being an investigator of aliens. It was only due to an overworked barman's simple mistake. I was in a hotel bar again after yet another visit to a subsidiary company. I was alone in a large crowd of rugby supporters celebrating their team's unlikely win. Larissa, or that's what she called herself, saw me and had decided that I was her most suitable victim. She had gone to her hotel room and changed her appearance to be my ideal woman. She had changed her clothing too. Instead of a figure fitting dress she was wearing a dark skirt and white blouse. Once the change was complete she had returned to the bar. I wouldn't have recognised her as the same woman who had left a quarter of an hour earlier.
She came across to my table carrying a glass of orange juice.
"Do you mind if I join you?" she asked. All the other tables were full so it was a reasonable request.
"Be my guest," I said automatically.
Over the next half an hour I was very well aware that I had an attractive woman facing me. We talked, as strangers can, about everything and anything. I needed another drink and I offered to buy something for her.
"Yes please," Larissa said, "an orange juice, please."
That's when the barman made the mistake that started me fleeing. I wanted a double Scotch. Until then I had been drinking spa water. I ordered the orange juice and Scotch but the barman was already serving two of the rugby supporters, waiting for their pints of lager to stop foaming. When he had topped up their pints he turned back to me.
"A double, you said?"
"Yes. On my room number."
I didn't notice the amount on the till, nor the barman's actions. I was too busy looking at Larissa, my ideal woman. What the barman had given me was a double Scotch and an orange juice laced with a double vodka. I took the drinks to our table. Over the next quarter of an hour Larissa left her drink untouched while making it very clear that she wanted me. I don't know how she did it, but I agreed to go with her to her room. She picked up the orange juice and drank it in one continuous movement before we left the bar.
In the lift she grabbed me and kissed me fiercely. I responded as any male would do with the woman of his dreams kissing him. I kissed her back. She pulled her lips away for a couple of seconds before kissing me harder with her tongue lashing around inside my mouth. We had to break contact to leave the lift. Larissa was looking intently at me as if there was something wrong. She pulled me along the corridor into her room.
Inside the room she stripped both of us as quickly as she could. Her clothes and mine were dropped beside the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs.
"Please John, kiss me there," Larissa said pointing at her exposed lips.
I dropped to my knees. If that's what she wanted as foreplay, I was willing. Her hands clutched my head and a leg hooked behind my neck to pull me closer in. I licked, tongued and nibbled. I think I'm a reasonable performer at cunnilingus. I gave Larissa one of my better efforts for quarter of an hour.
She straightened her leg before pushing my head slightly away from her. She was looking quizzically at me.
"It isn't working, is it?"
What did she mean? She was obviously aroused. She had been squealing as my tongue worked on her.
"Never mind," she said, "I'll try anyway. Suck my breast!"
That was an order, a firm order, not a request.
"Not yet, in a minute or two," I said.
That was obviously the wrong thing to say. Larissa burst into tears. Between her sobs she said:
"My first solo attempt and I've failed."
"What do you mean, your first solo attempt?" I asked, puzzled.
Over the next half hour Larissa reluctantly told me that she had been human but had recently been converted into an alien shape shifter. She was supposed to capture and convert human males. She had managed two in partnership with a longer converted human woman as her trainer and assistant. Very few men could turn down an offer from two attractive women who had assumed the shape most desirable to him.
I had been her first solo attempt. Once she had kissed me I should have been incapable of resisting any suggestion she might make. But that hadn't happened in the lift. Larissa should have been aware of the change in me. She thought that was because it was her first time on her own and I had changed but she hadn't picked up the subtle signal. Cunnilingus was a much stronger method of controlling a human male. I had been licking her for a long time yet I had not obeyed her order to suck her breast. That should have been impossible, yet it had happened.
She was in contact with other shape shifters but the contact was poor, like a weak mobile signal. She was told that she must have drunk some alcohol, and that had nullified her powers to control me, and reduced the to link to them. I pressed her for more and more details. Apparently the females all have slight bumps. They pretend that they are pregnant so no protection is necessary and that explains their milky breasts.
Larissa was as suggestible as I should have been but the alcohol was wearing off. She became less willing to cooperate. I knew I was in danger. If the alcohol left her system she could seduce me again. I made my excuses and left her room as fast as I could. Back in my own room I packed hurriedly, booked out of the hotel saying I had an unexpected appointment. I saw the barman's error on my detailed bill. I drove away. I shouldn't have been driving after the Scotch, but it was an emergency and if tested I would probably have been well below the drink drive limit.
A few miles away I turned into a supermarket car park and used my secondary untraceable mobile to call the 24 hour alien watch line. They knew about the shape shifters as a new but increasing threat. They were very interested to know about Larissa's reaction to alcohol. That could be useful. Their advice to me was to get as far away from Larissa as possible, perhaps to a rural area, and hope the shape shifters couldn't trace me. That's why I had come to this remote hotel.
I parked my car behind a wing of the building so it couldn't be seen by anyone passing on the road. It was a fairly ordinary basic model so unless the number plates were visible it would fit in with other traffic. But there is no traffic this far from anywhere. I took my overnight bag with me and walked into the foyer. There was no one around and a notice on the desk - Please ring bell for attention. I was about to press the bell push but I heard a telephone ring and be answered it the distance. I waited five minutes before pushing. I heard the bell ring in the distance but it was a couple of minutes before I heard high heels approaching.
The woman was dressed as a maid in a dark blue dress with a large white apron around more than half her body. Her breasts strained at the apron's bib. She was smiling at me and that produced an insistent reaction between my legs. She was a very attractive woman but not my ideal. If she had been I would have suspected her of being another shape shifter.
