H-space MGB Story: Boob-Snake

PFC Stewart Peter Bate had expected to see strange sights in an alien dimension, but nothing like this.  What he saw—a naked blonde girl with lovely big round tits lounging in a pool—was not that unusual in itself.  If this had been a sunken Jacuzzi in one of the more decadent areas of Vegas or LA, Bate wouldn't have been surprised.  But here, in an underground cavern on an alien planet, hot naked blondes lounging in pools were not something he expected to stumble upon.

The cavern they stood in was around the same size as the main room of a small club.  Phosphorescent mosses and lichens on the walls lit up the cavern with a soft blue glow.  The rocky floor sloped down to a pool filled with an opaque white liquid that looked like milk.  And sitting in the pool, her presence incongruous even if she seemed relaxed about her surroundings, was the blonde girl with the big round titties.

"What are you doing here, miss?" the squad leader, LT Lunn asked.

Lunn was young and green, barely out of West Point.  There were rumors going around he was still a virgin.

The blonde girl rose up out of the pool and immediately the squad saw she wasn't what she appeared.  Her first row of tits was followed by a second pair, and a third, and a fourth, and a fifth...  They kept emerging from the water, pair after pair, as if she was a tampered image on a computer screen where someone had copied her bust and pasted endless copies beneath the original.  She reared up above them, her chest stretched out so long she resembled a tall pink snake with two lines of firm pink boobs running down her underside.

A boob-snake, Bate thought with a mental snerk that was totally unsuitable for their current situation.

Caught by surprise by her bizarre appearance, the whole squad froze in place.  The demon girl's gaze flitted from man to man before finally alighting on Bate.  Then she swooped.

Bate's next few moments were a confusing blur of motion as he was picked up and cast into the pool with a loud splash.  Some of the liquid got into his mouth and he was surprised to find that not only did it look like milk, it tasted like milk as well.  He was less concerned with that than the thing in the water with him.  Bate thrashed and fought and was able to free himself long enough to break the surface to grab a breath.  Then something long and muscular coiled around his legs and lower body, and dragged him down...

...and down...

...and down...

...until Bate thought his lungs might burst.  Then, just as Bate was facing the ignominy of drowning in a giant puddle of milk, he was dragged back upwards and deposited—gasping—on a beach of soft spongy white mud.  He lay there for a moment, coughing and retching as he expelled the cloying liquid from his air passages.

He didn't get long to recover before hands grabbed the seat of his pants and dragged him backwards through the mud until his pants and underpants slipped down far enough for his unknown tormentor to remove them entirely.  Bate had already lost his top and equipment on the way here.  This final act of disrobing left him completely naked.

He rolled over and saw the demon woman looming over him.  Closer up he saw she was a disconcerting mix of the beautiful and the grotesque.  She had a pretty heart-shaped face with high cheekbones.  Her head, shoulders and top pair of breasts would do a cheerleader proud.  The exception to this were her eyes and ears.  The latter were pointed and the former were milky-white orbs with neither iris nor pupil.  Both of these were minor differences to the human form in comparison to her body below her first pair of breasts.  Bate saw the additional tits streaming out behind her in a great long train.  Each pair, in themselves, was fine.  They were big, round and were covered in a sheen of liquid that gave them an appealing, shiny pink appearance.  If anything that made it worst—to see such perfect examples of the female form stitched together in a Frankenstein's monster abomination.

Thankfully the demon woman wasn't making any hostile moves.  After stripping Bate she seemed content to simply smile at him as he lay on the soft white mud.  Could she be... friendly?

She moved up to Bate and cupped hands beneath her top row of bulging breasts.

"Do you like them?" she asked.  "You can touch them.  I like them being touched."

More than friendly, even.

Bate reached out and placed a hand on her tit.  It felt as good as it looked—warm, soft, the skin silky-smooth.  Emboldened by her lack of resistance to his touching an intimate part of her body, Bate gave her boob an experimental squeeze.  It was pleasantly malleable like a boob and the skin dimpled and deformed before springing back like nubile flesh.  Enjoying the sensations of touching her, Bate rubbed a finger against the erect rubbery nub of her nipple.

Bate squeezed a little harder.  Her breast gave a little shiver and squirted warm milk into the palm of his hand.

"Oops," the demon girl said.  "I'm a little full."

Bate kept pawing her soft pink flesh.  He marveled at the feel, the weight.  The last time he'd touched tits that felt as good as this they'd belonged to a big-titted stripper down in Vegas.  He'd enjoyed touching them.  He'd enjoyed fucking her in his truck after her shift had ended even more.

"They all feel as good as this," the blonde girl said.  "Stand up and let me rub them all over your body."

Bate did as she asked and let her coil her long body around him.  She surrounded him in a sinuous dance.  She slid his leg through her cleavage, but it wasn't a single pair of breasts but a whole train of them.  Her nipples traced lines across his buttocks and up his back.  She slid his left arm through the groove of her many cleavages, then his right.  She pressed his face between one set of soft tits, then another, and another.

Bate was lifted off the floor and wrapped up in her warm breasts.  They pressed against him like soft cushions and as she moved her body he felt her erect nipples rubbing all over him.  Milky fluids oozed from her teats and let her slide all over Bate with greater ease.  It felt incredible.  It was like he was buried in a jumble of writhing big-titted strippers.

The boob-snake demon pressed his face into her top left breast.

"Drink," she ordered.  "Taste how delicious my milk is."

Was Bate into this kind of shit—suckling at a woman's tit like an overgrown baby?  The demon woman didn't offer him a choice.  Her arms were like iron bars around the back of his head as she pressed his face into the soft fleshy pillow of her giant boob.  Her nipple squirted and Bate's mouth filled up with milk.

He drank it.

Bate didn't know if he was into this kind of kinky shit, but he did know her milk was delicious.  The taste was of milk, but with an extra something that slid down Bate's throat like fine whiskey on a cold evening and warmed him up from the inside.  The taste grew on Bate.  At first he wasn't sure.  Then he wanted more.  Then he needed more.  He actively sucked on her teat while she gently ruffled fingers through his short hair.

Not only did Bate feel warm inside, he felt horny.  Really really horny.

Sure, having lots of big round naked tits rubbing all over his body, jostling his erection, would do that to a man, but this was more.  Maybe he was into this kinky adult breast-feeding thing.  Or there was something in her milk that really got his balls juiced.  Either way, Bate started to hump his hips against her.  What he really wanted to do was bury his hard-on in tight wet pussy, but he couldn't find it and didn't even know if she had one.  Instead he found the tight warm cleft between her swollen tits and decided they were close enough.

The many-titted demon woman helped him out.  She gave a little flex and it felt like she'd put a hand on either side of her breasts and was pressing them together around Bate's cock.  She moved against him and created friction as Bate's cock slid back and forth between her soft fleshy pillows.  The rubbing, the suckling, the feel of her erect nipples tracing moist lines across his flesh, the feel of her soft tits sandwiching his hard cock... it took him over the edge.  He moaned into her smothering boob and trembled as he released a great flood of semen into the fleshy cleft between her tits.

His moan of orgasm was only a slight pause before he was back at her teat and guzzling down more of her delicious milk.  He couldn't get enough of it, or the warm tingly glow it spread through him.

She coiled more tightly around him and squashed her many boobs against his body.  Her body flexed and pulsed as she dragged Bate's cock back and forth between her tits.

Strange.  He'd poured out so much cum her tits should be sticky with it.  Instead they felt just as silky-smooth as when he'd first touched them.  It was like she'd absorbed it all through her skin.

Not that Bate cared.  He sucked up more of her delicious milk and luxuriated in the sensation of her many boobs rubbing against him.

Oh yes.

He shuddered and released another great flood of cum all over her wonderful tits.  So much this time it was almost like he was taking a piss, but with the great throbbing bursts of pleasure that came from every orgasm.

He wondered if her milk was helping him—making his balls swell up with rampant vitality.  Yes, he was sure her milk was helping him.  Needing little excuse, he gulped down more of her secretions and, coaxed by her luscious breasts, let out another massive flood of semen.

Her milk was helping, but not in a way Bate would have liked had he been clear-headed enough to realize what it was doing to him.  All that semen had to come from somewhere, and that somewhere was Bate's muscle, flesh and internal organs.  He poured his fluids out onto her in pulsing bursts and the demon woman absorbed them through her skin.  By the time the rest of his squad found the secret underwater tunnel that led to this secret cave all that was left of Bate were scraps of his empty skin.

H-space MGB Story: Glass Arachne

The spider's body looked as though it had been spun out of glass.  Its cuticle was transparent and the body looked as delicate as the microscopic plankton CPL Stewart Peter Bate had observed while studying Biology back at university.  Unlike those tiny organisms swimming around in a petri dish, this spider was not microscopic in scale, being about the same size as a full-grown person.

It also wasn't a spider.  Where the head should be was the upper half—torso, head and shoulders—of a woman.  Or rather, something that looked like a woman.  Her ears were long and pointed.  And while her human half had more color than her spider half, being a fleshy shade of pink, her skin had a similar translucency to decorative glass.  She had six shiny black ovals on her forehead.  They could have been ornate stones, but Bate had a feeling they were additional eyes.

Before putting aside such childish things on becoming a man and entering the military, Bate used to play Dungeons & Dragons with the other kids in the neighborhood.  He remembered there was a monster that was half-spider, half-woman—drider.  Out here they used another name—arachne, from the Greek myth.  One was fiction, the other myth.  The creature standing in front of Bate on a thick strand of shimmery pink webbing was neither.  He shivered as she approached him.

"Oh, are you cold?" the glass arachne asked.  Her voice was high, musical and utterly alien.

Bate was naked and the stone cavern he was currently suspended in was drafty and chilly, but this wasn't the reason why he was shivering.

The arachne scuttled up to him and placed a warm hand against his exposed skin.

"Why, you are," she said.  "I can feel the gooseflesh.  Poor thing.  I'll spin you something nice to keep you warm."

She sprayed thick silken thread from the tip of her bulbous abdomen and wrapped it around Bate in a fluffy cocoon.  The silk was pink and impregnated with a substance that was absorbed through Bate's skin.

"Does that feel better?"

She hung from Bate's cocooned back while she finished up wrapping his legs.

"I might be a spider, but I don't bite," she whispered in his ear and then promptly contradicted that by giving him a playful nip on the earlobe.  "Not hard anyway," she said, close enough for her warm breath to tickle through the folds and crevices of his ear.  "My venom is in my webs."

And she'd wrapped them all around Bate.  He felt the tingling warmth of her venom sinking into him, spreading through him, making changes...

"It's poisoning you right now," she whispered, "but you don't need to be afraid.  I'm not like other spiders.  My venom isn't nasty and painful.  It will make you feel nice... make you feel horny."

She reached around to stroke Bate's visible erection.

Bate knew this.  The glass arachne's aphrodisiac-steeped webs were how he'd gotten into this predicament.

He'd been exploring the tunnels close to Camp Jacob with his squad when they'd encountered the cobwebs.  They looked like earth spiderwebs, although the strands were thicker and a pinkish color instead of white.

Karlsson, at point, raised an arm to brush them aside when passing through a particularly thick curtain of the stuff.  He came to an abrupt halt the moment the silken strands came into contact with the exposed flesh of his forearm.

"Whoa," he said.

"What is it?" Bate asked.

"You gotta feel this," Karlsson said.  "It feels weird... nice..."

Bate tentatively touched one of the silken lines.  Unlike normal cobweb, it wasn't sticky.  Instead it felt smooth like expensive silk.  Bate wrapped a fist around it and...

Whoa.

A warm tingle spread down his arm and collected as a warm glow in his genitals.  Karlsson was right.  It felt really nice.  Nice enough to turn Bate on.  He felt a constriction in his underwear and realized his penis had swelled up in an erection.

Karlsson pressed two hands into the big cobweb stretched along the tunnel wall.  He let out a soft little sigh and his hips gave an almost imperceptible twitch that made Bate wonder if the other man had just jizzed his pants.

Bate didn't care either way.  Idly, he was wondering what it would feel like to grab a handful of that silk and rub it up and down his cock.  He gave serious consideration to pulling his pants down and giving it a try.

Then the spider-women with their sticky ropes came and dragged the men off to caverns deeper underground.

And now he was wrapped up in a cocoon of the same thread.  His body trembled uncontrollably as hot flushes ran through him.  His cock, the only part of his body aside from his face not currently cocooned in thick silk, bulged outwards—a throbbing pole of flesh.  It was so engorged with blood Bate feared it might blow at any moment.  He rocked his hips back and forth in a feverish attempt to rub his erection against anything that would provide the friction to get him off.  The cocoon restricted his movements too much to let him and all that happened was his bulging manhood waggled comically in the air.

The spider-woman smiled at the display.  She'd made a hammock out of her webbing and was lying back on it as she faced him.  Bate saw the internal organs of her spider abdomen pulsing away through her transparent cuticle.

"Time to feed," she said.  "And this, I'm sorry to say, is where I'm very much like a spider.  I'm going to suck all your juices out of you."

Bate's eyes widened and he would have cried out had his mouth not been gagged with silk.

"Don't look at me like that," the arachne said with a teasing smile.  "You don't know which juices I'm about to suck or how I'll suck them.  I think you'll like it."

The tip of her abdomen opened up and revealed a fleshy tunnel with transparent fleshy walls slathered in wet lubricant.

"I'm going to put you in my thread pot and squirt my softest silk all around that big fat prick until you go mad with the pleasure."

Her abdomen swung forwards.  The tip caught the head of Bate's bobbing erection and drew it into that tight wet orifice.  Bate closed his eyes and braced himself to feel something horrible—cold, wet, slimy.  Instead it felt very similar to entering a warm, tight, wet vagina.  The moist walls squeezed and rippled.  Muscular undulations grabbed his cock and pulled him deeper inside her.  He could even see it happening.  The fleshy tunnel, like her outer exoskeleton, was completely transparent.  He saw his engorged cock moving back and forth inside her.  He watched as his foreskin was dragged back and forth by her tight walls rubbing against him.  It felt like fucking... filthy, tight fucking.

Anal with a spider, part of his mind giggled.

"Oh yes," the arachne said.  "That feels good doesn't it.  And now my special silk."

Strange organs—her silk glands—pulsed and worked within her see-through abdomen.  Lines of pink fluid streamed out of them and collected in bulbous reservoirs along the length of her fleshy tunnel.  Those bulbs contracted and sunken spinnerets span and wrapped sheets of wet silk around Bate's member.  As the arachne's abdomen pulsed and moved back and forth Bate felt the smooth silken threads slide up and down his shaft.  The threads caught on the ridge where the bulbous head of his cock swelled outwards and flicked back and forth, the stimulation causing Bate to squirm in helpless pleasure.  Her aphrodisiac venom was stronger here, being in direct contact with the organ she wanted to stimulate.

The glass arachne sighed and let out erotic moans as she moved her abdomen back and forth.  One hand cupped her breast and she rubbed a finger over her erect nipple in a circular motion.  Her other hand went down to her sex and she sent two slender fingers down between her labia to rummage around inside her silken depths.  She pleasured herself as she pleasured Bate.

Her sunken spinnerets squeezed more silk around Bate's throbbing hard-on.  This she didn't bother to weave, instead smothering Bate's cock in a thick sticky pillow of molten silk.  Her walls undulated and squeezed as she squished the aphrodisiac-laden glob against him.  Her venom seeped through the skin of his penis and stoked his arousal into a raging inferno.

"I've given you my silk, now it's time for you to give me your fluids," she said.

Air hissed between her teeth as she took in a breath.  The walls of her thread pot narrowed.  She spurted more dollops of wet, sticky silk onto Bate's twitching cock.

The sensation took Bate over the edge and he broke with a muffled cry.  His cock throbbed and he spurted thick ropes of cum inside her.  The glass arachne sighed with satisfaction as his milky-white issue spread throughout her see-through abdomen.  Strands were drawn into her pulsing silk glands and their output changed.  The pink silk travelling in pulsing lines down to the tip of her abdomen gave off a faint glow.  She squirted the new mixture and Bate felt like his cock had been wrapped up in pure heaven.  Muscles spasmed uncontrollably in his sex organs as he released an even greater quantity of semen inside her.

"Ahh," the spider-woman sighed.  "I don't suck the fluids out of my prey.  They give them to me freely, in great throbbing spurts of pleasure."

Her abdomen throbbed and pulsed.  Her muscular walls squished the warm gooey mess against Bate's out-of-control cock.  His erection wasn't going down and neither were his ejaculations finished.  He threw back his head as another great flood of semen erupted from him.

"Yesss," the arachne hissed.  "Pump them into me."

Bate's ejaculations blurred together.  His semen—his fluids—spurted from him in a continuous throbbing stream.  It spread through her abdomen until the cuticle started to lose its transparency and take on a milky-white luster.

Bate's vision faded as he emptied out.  At the end he thought he saw a cloud of shiny billowing motes spout from the end of his cock.  And then, weirdly, he was that cloud of billowing motes, staring out through the translucent wall of her abdomen at his cocooned and withered husk.  The sense of dislocation was short and temporary.  The next moment the floating fragments of his soul were drawn into a vile black organ at the heart of the demon and he knew no more.

H-space MGB Story: Bubblegum Blobgirl

Initially PFC Stewart Peter Bate thought he'd stepped in some gum.  It was tacky like gum and stuck to the sole of his boot like gum.  Where it differed from gum was in both its stickiness and strength.  The gum stretched as Bate lifted his boot, but reached a point where it refused to snap or relinquish its hold on either the floor or his boot.

The fuck? Bate thought as he was brought to a sudden, unexpected halt.

His annoyance gave way to horror as he put his foot back down and a pink mass swelled up through the grate he was standing on and engulfed the bottom of his boot.  The mass looked like a giant blob of shiny pink bubblegum.  Bate tried to pull his foot free and the pink blob gripped it like thick mud.

Fuck it.  Bate had no idea what this pink shit was, but if it wanted his boot it could have it.  He bent down and frantically plucked at his laces.  The pink blob surged and lapped up around the outside of his boot.  Fearing the substance might be caustic, Bate pulled his fingers back before the blob could touch them.  As he did he noticed more of the thick pink substance oozing up all around him.

Fuck this.  No fucking way was he letting some alien blob eat him.

He unsheathed his knife from the ankle holster on his other leg and started slashing at the base of the pink blob wrapped around the bottom of his trapped boot.  The substance was as thick and sticky as tar.  Bate's knife snagged and then the pink matter started oozing up the blade.  Bate was forced to let go as the blob swelled up to engulf the hilt and threatened to take his fingers as well.

Briefly, Bate wondered if he'd been better off trying to saw through his own ankle, even though he knew it wouldn't have mattered.  Assuming he'd been able to remain conscious throughout the grisly act, he doubted the pink blob would have given him the time.  It had already lapped over the top of his boot and taken a firm hold of the bottom of his leg.

With pink goo oozing up all around him, Bate planted his other foot and the veins stood out in his neck as he put in a last desperate effort to pull his trapped foot free.  He felt the blob give slightly and was able to pull his foot up a few centimeters before more pink matter swelled up and took a firmer grip.  Worse, more pink goo was curling around the sole of his other boot.  So much had oozed up through the grate Bate was standing in a big puddle of the stuff.

The pink blob crept inexorably up his leg.  Around him the puddle of pink matter shifted and swelled up into three human-sized columns.  They reared up around him as if they were preparing to engulf him in one crashing wave.

Bate yelled for his squadmates.  The blob was past his knee on one leg and up to the calves of the other.  He wasn't getting out of this on his own.

The column of bubblegum-pink matter in front of him shifted and blurred and resolved into the form of an attractive and naked buxom young woman.  Her curves were so exaggerated she resembled more a living 3D sculpture of a porn cartoon than a living breathing human.  She remained the same bubblegum-pink color all over, even her eyes and hair.  She brought a finger to her sensual, over-plump lips and gestured Bate to shush.

The other two columns underwent a similar transformation.

Bate had drawn his sidearm with the intention of putting a bullet first through the blob and then, if that had no discernible effect, one through his own temple.  The blob taking on the form of a three-dimensional anime girl with comically exaggerated big titties surprised him long enough for the blob girl on his right to wrap a sticky hand around his wrist and pluck his gun off him.

Still with her fingers on her bee-stung, extremely kissable lips, the pink girl, along with her two companions, flowed up to Bate as if giving him a sensual group hug.  They merged together roughly where the hips would be on a human.  Bate was sunk in the same pink goo almost up to his waist.

Smiling, the three pink blob girls pressed in close and started to strip him first of his equipment and then of his clothes.  They did it like handmaidens preparing a guest for a forbidden ceremony.  As enthralling as the trio appeared, they were alien, weird, and Bate still had an excess of flight-or-fight adrenaline sloshing around in his system.  He didn't want their sticky gunk touching his skin and resisted their attentions with flailing arms.

The lead pink girl shook her head and looked at him with wide doe's eyes.  Her friend caught one of his flailing hands and pressed it up against one of her boobs.  The unexpectedness of it shocked Bate out of his panic.  He glanced over, saw his hand resting on the shiny curve of the girl's big boob.  Apart from its tackiness, it felt like a big soft boob as well.  Touching it brought back happy memories of feeling up the big-titted cheerleaders with loose morals back in high school.  The pink girl smiled at him, as if she wanted his hand there.

Bate glanced back to the first pink girl.  Her plump lips were bunched up in a suggestive pout.

If they weren't interested in eating him, did that mean they wanted to...?

The pink girl seemed to know what he was thinking as she smiled and nodded.  Her sticky hand reached between his legs and gave his junk a gentle squeeze through his pants.  He became aware of a strong musky wet odor in the air, as if a woman had gotten so aroused the wetness had soaked into her panties.

This was unexpected, and a considerable improvement considering Bate had been terrified he was about to have the flesh dissolved from his bones mere moments ago.  He didn't struggle as they removed the last of his equipment and tore his uniform away as if it was made of paper.  His hand remained glued to the pink girl's big boob the whole time.

Bate wouldn't have thought he'd be up for fucking a trio of freaky pink alien blob girls.  And yet up he was.  His cock throbbed in his pants in a rock-hard erection.  He didn't know what it was—their eye-popping curves, the warmth of the slime around his legs, the musky sex smell thick in the air—but right now Bate felt really really horny.  The pink girls pulled down his pants and his penis stuck out—erect and ready.

For what...?

Bate didn't really care.  He gave the blob girl's boob an experimental squeeze and his hand sank into it as if it was warmed up Play-Doh.  The soft pink substance of her body oozed up between his fingers and enveloped first his hand, then his wrist and then his whole arm as she pressed up against him.  Her warm softness all around his arm felt really pleasant.

As good as it felt, it felt even better when the first pink girl did the same to his cock.  He'd seen the clefts of their sex on all three of them, but they looked more like crude plastic sculptures of vaginas, no more functional than the blank spaces between the legs of Barbie Dolls.  It turned out they didn't need an opening.  The pink girl pressed her hips down on Bate and his hard cock sank into her soft body in the same way his hand had sunk into the breast of the other girl.  Bate heard lewd wet squelching sounds as the pink girl went to work on him.  He didn't know what she was doing down there, but it felt like many wet hands tugging, squeezing and pumping him up to indescribable heights of pleasure.

The three blob girls pressed in close to Bate.  Their bodies, which were all part of the same mass, fused together as they embraced him.  Within the blob the last of Bate's uniform was peeled back, bringing more of his naked flesh into contact with warm, sticky pink matter.  The blob girls' big round boobs pressed against and melted around Bate's body as they deposited sticky wet kisses over his face and neck.  The wet sex smell grew stronger and overcame Bate's inhibitions.  He started to push his hips against the lead blob girl even though the sticky mass of the blob surrounding him prevented him from generating much traction.

He didn't need to.  The lead blob girl bunched her full lips in a gorgeous pout and flowed up Bate's body.  She settled in his lap and Bate's erection pushed up into a soft wet mass that sent tingling streamers of pleasure spiraling down his shaft.  He heard wet splodgy sounds and it felt like hundreds of tiny lips were sucking on his cock.  He grunted as the sensation took him over the edge and he pumped the contents of his balls into the sticky blob.

The blob girl sucked it up like a sponge and smiled.  Wet liquids oozed from the nipples and lips of her two companions as they continued to plant sticky kisses on Bate.  He felt warm and relaxed as if he was lounging in a hot sauna.  Maybe too hot, he was sweating all over.

She shifted against him.  He heard more filthy splodgy sounds as the sticky blob girl sucked on him.  Whatever she'd enveloped his cock in kept it hard and then... ooh... his head fell back and a surprised grunt spilled from his lips as she squidged and squeezed him to another, even bigger, climax.

The blob girl tilted Bate back until he was sitting comfortably within her amorphous mass.  The extra two heads and torsos, no longer needed, were absorbed back into the main mass.  She lay on top of Bate and her body swelled as she engulfed him up to the neck.  Within her mass she secreted potent aphrodisiac juices and massaged them into Bate's flesh.  Softer squishy matter engulfed Bate's hard-on and flowed down the shaft to wrap around his balls.  She used her amorphous matter to gently fondle his testicles and squeeze his cock.  The wet suction started up again and Bate twitched helplessly as he emptied another ejaculation into her.

Sweat poured from Bate's brow.

"Too much.  Need to slow down... take a rest," he muttered absently.

The blob girl ignored him and splodged and squished him to another massive ejaculation.  It was the fourth and nowhere near the last.  His body saturated with her aphrodisiac enzymes, Bate's vital processes were hijacked into producing copious amounts of semen the blob girl drained from him with repeated orgasms.  Unlike the blob creatures of horror movies, she didn't dissolve him in digestive acids, although this was of little consolation to Bate.  By the time she'd finished emptying him, there was little left but dried skin and bone.



"Stewart, where did this happen...?"

H-space MGB Story: Paffo-Paffo Succubus

The first indication PFC Stewart Peter Bate had that something was off was a strange sweet scent in the air.  The fragrance was too exotic to be natural fruits or flowers.  There was a tang to it reminiscent of perfumes blended to entice and arouse.  And not the nasty stuff cheap hookers used to cover up the odor of their last john either, this reminded Bate of the expensive stuff the fancy ladies wore at lavish ambassadorial receptions.

Those fancy ladies were off limits.  They had bigger fish in their sights than lowly grunts on guard duty.  Fortunately for the grunts, there were women who were far more amenable, namely the bored and rebellious teenage daughters of those big fish with fat wallets.

The game was always the same.  Those bored and rebellious teenage girls would pretend to be sophisticated temptresses and the young soldiers would pretend to be dedicated guardsman above all distraction.  Until their shifts ended, when the eager men would take the equally eager women off somewhere quiet and they'd fuck like bunnies until the morning.

Reminiscing on it triggered a throb of arousal in Bate's loins.  Those were good times.  Not like now, when he was bored out of his mind staring at the same featureless bits of dirt and rock day after day.  You'd think sentry duty on an alien world would be exciting, but no, it was lots of staring at empty rocks and dirt.

Until now.

Bate turned and saw the succubus perched on the guardrail.  Bate was on the top platform of a guard tower hastily erected to give a commanding view of the surrounding terrain.  Up here Bate had thought he was safe from ambush.  But that was old Earth thinking.  On Earth the enemy didn't have wings.

They were called succubi because they looked like the buxom temptresses of myth and videogames.  This one was certainly buxom.  Each of her boobs was easily as big as his head.  They seemed to ignore gravity as well.  Boobs like that were rare outside of mucky Japanese comics.  It was a shame the rest of her was all devil.  Red skin, check.  Black bat wings, check.  Tail, check.  At least her face wasn't gargoyle-ugly.  If you ignored the horns and jet-black eyes, she was drop-dead stunning.  Especially with those tits.  If Bate was in Vegas and saw a stripper with tits like those he'd pay her good money to let him bury his face between those big soft boobs and give her a good motorboating.

Now was not the time to be thinking about motorboating.  Bate realized this as he was a fraction of a second too late in raising his gun.  The succubus had already pounced and was on top of him.  Then Bate was falling backwards with the devil riding him to the ground.

It was not as if he hadn't been warned.  It was drummed into every soldier the moment they stepped into H-space:

"The HSIOs use unorthodox strategy.  They possess features that are regarded as extremely attractive by human standards.  They know this and use it to tempt and put men off guard.  Don't allow yourself to be distracted."

The men listened and nodded their heads at the right points, and then joked about it later.  They might be horny and stupid, but they weren't that horny and stupid.  They knew the difference between the bedroom and the battlefield.

Bate was on the floor with a weight on his chest pinning him down.  He couldn't see.  Two soft objects, like big warm pillows, were pressing down on his face.

Her tits.  She was lying on his chest with her tits shoved in his face.

He couldn't breathe either.  Her boobs were pressed up so tight against his face both his nose and mouth were blocked.

Fuck.  As ignoble ends went, they didn't get much more ignoble than being smothered to death between a slutty demon's monster boobs.  No fucking way was Bate checking out like that.  He squirmed and bucked beneath her and, when that wasn't enough, beat his fists against her sides.

The succubus laughed, slid her arms behind his head and pressed down harder.

Fuck.  This was happening, really happening.  He was suffocating here.  He felt a burning sensation in his lungs and his throat started hitching.

The succubus shifted position, or relented, and enough of a gap opened up for Bate to grab a quick breath of precious oxygen.

He needed it, as the succubus pressed down again and he was once again smothered beneath her big soft boobs.  His attempts to knock her off were weakening.  The first time he might have been able to kid himself it was his struggling that had enabled him to take a breath.  The second time he knew for sure it was the succubus.  She sat up enough for Bate to sneak a breath before flopping her smothering boobs back on him again.

Why?  Was this some sort of game to her?

She acted if it was.  After sitting up to allow Bate another breath, she playfully jiggled her heavy boobs in his face, boffing his head from side to side.  She let out a soft moan that sounded more like a noise found in a porno than in hand-to-hand combat.

She was fucking with him, Bate thought as he tried again to dislodge her from his chest.

Something stroked lightly against his crotch.

Bate hadn't been thinking fucking in that sense, but he still felt a strange throb of arousal.

It was the air.  Each quick, desperate breath Bate had taken was tainted with her scent.  It slithered up into his brain and whispered lewd thoughts.

The succubus stroked against him again and this time there could be no doubt over whether it was intentional.

"Mmm, a little asphyxiation works wonders for getting men's pricks to rise to attention," the succubus said.  Her voice was low, husky and dripping with sultry desire.

Less fucking with him and more actual fucking him, Bate thought.  With his nose currently buried in her monster tits, Bate realized he wouldn't mind fucking her either.  It wasn't the outcome he'd anticipated when she'd appeared next to him on the observation platform, but she was hot—both literally and figuratively—and a spot of surprise sex had a lot of appeal after days and days of staring at rocks and dirt.

The succubus sat up in order to reach behind her to Bate's crotch.  Her nails were sharp enough to slice through the fabric of his pants and underpants.  No longer restricted by his uniform, Bate's erection sprang free.

He was also able to gulp down breaths of air untainted by her scent.  The haze in his mind partially cleared.  He knew the jokes about the succubi.  He also remembered the official warnings and—more importantly—the firsthand accounts that backed them up.  Bad things happened to men that succumbed to temptation and fucked a succubus.

Just like the myths and horror films.

"Bradley!  Get up her now!  We're under attack!" Bate yelled.

He wasn't here alone.  Sentry duty at the guard tower was a two-man task.  Bradley should have been on the platform with him, but the stupid fucker had picked the worst fucking time to wander off to take a leak.  Bate needed the big dumb shit back here right now, before the succubus did...

...whatever she was going to do to him.

Bate only made it halfway through a second yell before the succubus choked him off with her tits.

"There's no point calling for your friend," the succubus said.  "Rhoxghar is dealing with him right now.  He's more used to taking his pleasures from women, but a man will suffice if no females are available."

Bate heard a strange high-pitched cry that sounded so wrong it made him relieved, despite his current predicament, he was the one up here and not down there.

"Now where were we," the succubus said.

She lifted her tits back up in order for Bate to snatch another precious breath.  The taint was stronger.  It smothered Bate's thoughts and sapped his will to resist.  At the same time it sent the blood flowing down to his groin until his erection was rock-hard and throbbing.  He felt so horny he would have thrust right up into her wet pussy, consequences be damned, if he could reach it.

Fortunately for him, the succubus's pussy was resting on top of his belly and would continue to remain there while she squashed her substantial boobs against his face.  She couldn't smother him and do whatever horrible things succubi did to men who were foolish enough to stick their dicks in devil pussy.

Bate's eyes widened in surprise as his cock was drawn up into a warm fleshy sheath.  What was that?  It sucked like a mouth, but the walls were packed in too tight around Bate's cock and he felt no teeth.  The mystery orifice swallowed up his whole length and pulsed around him.  Was there someone else up here with them?  Someone or something behind the succubus?

"My tail," the succubus said.  "It feels better than the human cunts you've been inside.  I know."

She gave the head of Bate's cock a squeeze to emphasize her point.

Bate squirmed, this time with pleasure.  It felt like he'd plunged his dick into a tight sex-toy sheath, only it was warm, living and capable of independent movement... capable of stimulating Bate regardless of whether he moved or not.

"This is not all my tail can do," the succubus said.

The tip of her tail carried on past the bulbous fleshpot Bate's cock was inside.  It was slender and resembled a long, many-jointed finger topped with a small bony sphere.  While the fleshpot part of her tail continued to pulse and suck on Bate's erection, the slender tip curled around his balls until the smooth ball at the tip was pressing up against Bate's anus.  It pushed inside and slid up Bate's rectal wall until it encountered his prostate.  Then it started to vibrate.

Bate squirmed and shivered in pleasure.  The succubus's fleshpot tail orifice squeezed him like a fleshy suction cup.  At the same time the vibrating tip of her tail sent trailers of pleasure worming deep inside him.

And he couldn't escape the sensations.  The succubus had locked the complex structure of her tail in place and now she was using it to open him up and mercilessly pluck on his strings as if he was a musical instrument to be mastered.  Bate was a toy to her and he couldn't withstand the onslaught of pure sensual stimulation.

Her tits covered his face and now he appreciated them for what they were—lovely big, soft boobs.  Even the lack of air didn't bother him too much.  The lightheadedness made what she was doing to his cock—doing inside him—feel even more wonderfully euphoric.

The succubus lifted her tits up and let Bate fill his lungs with air tainted by her exhilarating scent.

"This is your last breath," she said.  "Treasure it."

Then she pressed her big soft tits back down on Bate's face.  She held them there while her tail sucked on Bate's cock and the tip vibrated against Bate's prostate.  Held them there while the air grew stale in Bate's lungs.  Held them there while random bursts of color sparked in Bate's oxygen-deprived brain.

"Coming while suffocating is one of the greatest pleasures," the succubus said.  "Now, come and experience the ultimate climax."

Her tail squeezed, pulsed.  The bony tip bent inwards and pressed on Bate's prostate.

Bate felt like he was bursting.  The spent air in his lungs, he had to let it out.  The mounting pressure in his balls, he had to relieve it.

And so he burst.  Semen flooded from him in a great stream even as his oxygen-starved brain sparked out in a vivid kaleidoscope of bursting colors.

His spirit came loose as his body asphyxiated.  The succubus was there to suck it up.

H-space MGB Story: Paizu Succubus

She had the biggest pair of tits SGT Stewart Peter Bate had ever seen in the flesh.  It was unfortunate he was a POW and she his captor.

"Name: Frank Meyer.  Rank: Sergeant.  Serial Number: 531-07-0374.  Date of Birth: April 28th, 1990.  This is all the information I am permitted to give you.  I demand to be afforded the rights of a POW as per the Geneva Convention."

The woman with the massive mammaries looked at him and laughed.

Woman wasn't really the right word.  She wasn't human.  Oh, she had plenty that looked human, in particular that eye-catching bust of hers, but she also had milky-white eyes with no iris or pupil, a pair of horns curling down behind her ears, a black devil's tail with a spade tip, and a pair of vestigial bat wings emerging from her back that looked far too small to enable her to fly.  She wore an outfit that resembled a complex cat's cradle of black ribbons and was little more than lingerie.  It looked like something a street hooker would wear underneath a fake fur coat.  On someone else, in other circumstances, it might have turned Bate on.

Not now.  Not like this.  Currently he was imprisoned in a small square room with padded black walls.  He was naked and slouched on a couch that felt like leather but softer and squishier.  His wrists and ankles were bound with straps of the same material.

"Name: Frank Meyer.  Rank: Sergeant.  Serial Number: 531-07-0374.  Date of Birth: April 28th, 1990.  This is all the information I am permitted to give you.  I demand to be afforded the rights of a POW as per the Geneva Convention," he repeated.

"Why does he keep saying that?" another voice asked.

The tall, busty devil woman was followed into the room by a smaller, slender young women with the figure of a waif.  She wasn't human either.  Her bright red skin gave that away long before getting to her other devilish features.

The scarlet imp looked familiar.  She was the one responsible for Bate's capture.  He remembered her gloating smile as she'd got close enough to prick him with her trident.  The pointed tines hadn't penetrated deep, just enough to break his skin and get the drugs on their tips into his bloodstream.

Bate's explo party had been ambushed by hindigs.  Hard to believe what had looked like a bunch of schoolgirls in red paint had been able to take the squad down with such ease.  Everything had gone black the moment she'd stuck her trident in him and then he'd woken up here.  He wondered what had happened to the rest of his squad.

"It's human foolishness," the busty she-devil said.

"Name: Frank Meyer.  Rank: Sergeant.  Serial Number: 531-07-0374.  Date of Birth: April 28th, 1990.  This is all the information I am permitted to give you.  I demand to be afforded the rights of a POW as per the Geneva Convention," Bate said mulishly.

"Do you think we follow human rules and laws," the scarlet imp said.  "They have no meaning here."

"Are you scared we might torture you?" the busty she-devil asked.

Bate stared sullenly at the floor and said nothing.

"It's not what I'm here for," she said.

"Or me," the scarlet imp chirped.

The busty she-devil nudged Bate's knees apart and went down on her knees between his legs.  She swept her long wavy black hair behind her shoulders and undid her complicated bra.

"Like what you see?" she asked Bate as the shiny pink curves of her boobs fell free.

Bate did, if he was forced to be honest.  They looked human enough, being a luscious flesh-tone pink in color with slightly darker nipples.  Despite being enormous, there was no sag to them.

"They feel as nice as they look," the busty she-devil said and demonstrated this by flopping them down into his lap.

And Bate couldn't deny they did indeed feel as nice as they looked.  His cock was buried beneath soft, silky-smooth boobs.  She moved her upper body in a circle, rubbing her tits against his cock.  This triggered a pleasant feeling in his crotch and his cock started to stiffen.  As it hardened, his erection pushed against the pliant surface of her tits.

Bate watched her slutty display and wondered what they thought they were trying to achieve.

"This isn't going to work," he said.  "You're not going to get anything out of me."

The she-devil put a hand around his cock and started to lazily pump it up and down.

"We'll see," she said.

She lifted a boob up and rested it on the swollen head of Bate's erection.

"She's going to get plenty out of you," the scarlet imp said.  "She's going to get it all."

The busty she-devil wrapped two hands around his cock and pumped, stroked and twisted.

"She can use all her hooker's tricks on me," Bate said.  "I'm not giving you anything more than my name, rank and serial number."

Bate was actually quite hoping she'd use more of those hooker's tricks on him.  He wasn't going to tell them anything, but he'd enjoy whatever she did try to get him to talk.

The scarlet imp lay on the couch at right angles to Bate and rested her chin on her folded arms.

"Once Poripapilla has her soft tits wrapped round your cock you'll tell her anything she wants.  But, to tell the truth, it doesn't really interest us."

Poripapilla wrapped her warm breasts around his cock and plumped them up against him like soft pillows.  She let out a series of sultry oohs and aahs as if this was a performance in a porn movie.  Her fingers dimpled the smooth skin of her breasts as she rubbed them up and down Bate's erection.  She really had a monster rack.  Bate was no slouch in the trouser department, but when she plumped her tits together, the marshmallow-soft flesh swallowed up his ten inches in their entirety.

"Poripapilla is here to milk you," the scarlet imp said.

Bate felt the pleasurable friction as her boobs rubbed against him.  It was easy to work out what they meant by milk him.  She was going to keep titty-fucking him until he came.  What he couldn't understand was why they thought this was a big deal.

Poripapilla pouted her lips at him like an irresistibly slutty porn star.  She smooshed her tits up against his cock.  The soft flesh and smooth skin packed up close to his manhood and made it feel like he was moving back and forth inside a warm tight pussy.  Bate felt a tickly stirring sensation in his balls.  A few minutes of this and she was going to make him come.

Bate was okay with this turn of events.

Was this some weird cultural misunderstanding between humans and the hindigs of H-space?  Did they think this was a bad thing, that they were torturing him?  It felt like a cultural misunderstanding.  Maybe being jerked off and made to come by your enemy had some special significance—a source of shame, an admission of surrender—he didn't understand.

Bate wondered what he should do.  Should he play along, beg her to stop torturing him with her luscious big fluffy tits?  He didn't want to risk overselling it and tipping them off that humans didn't think big bouncy titwanks were that bad of a thing.

Poripapilla plumped her tits together a little more forcefully—a little tighter—than before and Bate's cock gave a little twitch.  Not an ejaculation, but a warning one was on the way.

Poripapilla's eyes brightened.  She stopped fluffing her tits up against Bate's cock.

"Ooh," she said.  "I feel wetness.  He's leaking pre-cum."

"Can I tell him?" the scarlet imp asked.

"Oh yes," Poripapilla said.  "I adore it when they try to hold back."

"Poripapilla is a Paizu Succubus," the scarlet imp said to Bate.  "Succubi drain men's essence with sex.  Paizu succubi specialize in using their tits.  They wrap those big soft boobs around a man's prick and soak up all his life and energy like a sponge."

"Don't make us sound so unpleasant," Poripapilla said.  "We're nice succubi.  We always give our lovers a chance."

"She needs you to come," the scarlet imp said.  "Your semen is the trigger her body needs to absorb your prick.  Then, once she's absorbed you, those big boobs will pump out all the life in your body."

"You make it sound so icky," Poripapilla complained.

She placed one arm across her boobs, holding them in place like a bar while she bounced them up and down in his lap.  Her other hand reached under and tickled the underside of his nutsack.

"Think of it as two lovers becoming one in an act of sensual union," she said.

"You're not my lover," Bate retorted.  "Whatever is happening here has nothing to do with love."

Poripapilla feigned hurt briefly before her full red lips turned up in a crafty smile.

"I like the defiant ones," she said.  "Their taste is so adorably spicy."

She jiggled her boobs around his erection.  The soft flesh pressing and rubbing against Bate's cock kept him hard.

"So, it's simple," the scarlet imp said with a malicious smile.  "If you want to live, don't come."

"And what do you get from this?" Bate scowled at her.

"I get first taste," the scarlet imp replied.  She kicked her feet up behind her like a giddy teen.  "As is my right, for I was the one who captured you."

This was crazy, Bate thought.  He must be dreaming.

Plump, plump.  Shake.  Squeeze.  Rub up and down.  The woman with horns kept plumping her big tits against Bate's hard-on.

It couldn't be real.  He was asleep and a nightmare had gotten tangled up with a wet dream.

"Is he coming?" the scarlet imp asked after a few minutes of Poripapilla squeezing and jiggling her boobs against Bate's cock.

"He's close," Poripapilla said.  "There's so much pre-cum oozing out of his cock it's making my boobs all wet and slippery."

"I bet it feels like a tight wet twat in there," the scarlet imp said.

"Yes, put your head back and imagine it's my tight wet cunt giving your prick a good squeeze."

Poripapilla pressed her breasts tightly together right on squeeze.  A shiver ran through Bate and a soft moan escaped his lips.  So close and yet according to them he couldn't—shouldn't—come.

"Make him come," the scarlet imp said.

The older succubus laughed.

"The little one is getting impatient.  I'd like to drag it out for longer, but we've been playing for long enough.  It's time you were milked."

She rearranged her breasts, pulling them apart and then wrapping them back around Bate's cock.  He caught a brief glimpse of his glans—swollen and red like a miniature apple—before it was smothered and buried in soft pink boob flesh.

Poripapilla wrapped her arms around her bust to hold her tits in place, then she started to bounce them up and down in Bate's lap.  Slow at first, but getting faster and harder.  Buried within, Bate's cock slid back and forth between her soft pillows of flesh.

Poripapilla's all-white eyes were bright as she stared right at him.  Playfulness was shed for crude dirty talk.

"Come," she exhorted.  "Make my tits filthy with your seed.  Spurt it all over them."

Bate writhed and squirmed on the couch.  It was like fucking, just like fucking.  And now he wanted to come, really wanted to come.  Like he was about to burst.

Poripapilla kept bouncing her tits up and down in his lap.  His cock slid back and forth between their silky-smooth softness.

He felt an ominous twitch.  Poripapilla homed right in on it.  She pressed her hands against her overflowing tits and squeezed the marshmallow-soft flesh around the sensitive head of Bate's cock.

No good.  It was like cracks appearing on a dam.  He couldn't hold it in any longer.

Aw, fuck it.  This was nothing more than a nightmarish wet dream anyway.  It was far too weird to be real.

"Come," Poripapilla demanded.  She squeezed.

That was enough to take Bate over the edge.  His body trembled with orgasm.  His hips bucked, his cock swelled and he emptied a big fat load in the warm, silky-smooth crevice between her tits.  He couldn't see any of it.  Poripapilla had glomped her massive breasts together and Bate's cock and issue were buried within.  His cock twitched as it poured more into her warm cleavage.

Too warm, Bate thought.  And it felt strange as well, like his erection was sinking into soft marshmallow.

Poripapilla gave an erotic sigh and pushed her tits down deeper into his lap.

"Oops, you couldn't hold it back," the scarlet imp said.  "Now her big tits are going to suck you all up like a sponge."

That was ridiculous, Bate thought.  And shouldn't this wet dream be over?  Weren't they supposed to end when you jizzed yourself?

Poripapilla gave a soft little grunt.  Her tits shivered and flexed.

Bate jerked on the soft couch.  What was that?  It was like she'd found an invisible string attached to his vitals and was reeling it out through his cock.  It was far less painful than it sounded.  The opposite even.  There was a warm glow emanating from between her breasts that was transmitted and spread through his body until he was left in a state of blissful relaxation.  Her big boobs pulsed around him and it was like she'd grabbed the end of the string and tugged.

Bate let out a soft groan as another climax blasted through him.

Oh fuck, that felt so good.

And it wasn't stopping.  It was a constant flow of bliss pouring into her gently pulsing boobs.  The scarlet imp had been right when she'd said they were like a sponge.  It was as if the rest of his body was so envious of how good his cock felt nestled between her big soft boobs it wanted to join it and was mobilizing to do so.

Poripapilla's boobs swelled as she soaked up Bate's fluids.  Already massive to begin with, they expanded beyond porn plastic surgery size and into territories only visited by the febrile imaginations of frustrated hentai artists.  Their weight and softness overflowed Bate's lap.  His cock twitched and his eyelids fluttered in ecstasy as her poured more and more of himself into her.  He couldn't stop.  Didn't want to stop.

Bate's body withered and wasted as Poripapilla's boobs grew.  The last thing Bate saw before his vision faded to black was the scarlet imp approaching one of the grotesquely expanded boobs.  Her eyes gleamed like a junkie getting their fix as she battened onto an oozing nipple and sucked.



"This is...  I don't have words.  We've never had this level of insight into the hindigs—their community... organization.  This is exciting.  Really exciting."

"Doc.  A man died... was killed."

...

"Fuck.  It's easy to lose sight of that, especially when there's been so many.  I don't want to be like the other bastards, who treat men's lives as pieces to be pushed across a chessboard.  Never let me forget, Stewart."

H-space MGB Story: Great Fog Puffer

PFC Stewart Peter Bate was playing cards with PFC Ben Millard when FOB Helmuth fell.

They heard muffled shouts and cries first.  Then the unmistakable retort of gunfire.  The noises swelled and spread out as though they were coming from all over the base.  A junior officer banged the door open.

"Grab your weapons, we're under attack!" he barked in a near-breathless rush before running on to the next door.

"What the fuck!" Millard said.

"Under attack?  From who?" Bate said.

There was no one out here.  Okay sure, there were the hindigs, and they could be dangerous, but they didn't have any kind of civilization.  They didn't have the wherewithal to assemble an army.  At least that's what the scientists said.

Bate and Millard picked up their rifles and ran out into the corridor.

"Watch out for the pink fog!" a Special Forces guy built like a Mack truck yelled at them as he barreled past.  He had a gas mask in his hand and was trying to slip it over his mouth and nose.

"Hoare!  Millard!  Get over here!"

Bate turned the other way to see Squad Sergeant Ward waving them on to the exit.

"They're breaking through the south-west perimeter," he yelled at them before charging outside.

Who?

Bate rushed out into total chaos.  There was smoke everywhere.  It was thick and pink in color.  The enemy, whoever they were, had deployed smoke grenades to cover their advance.  Bate's visibility wasn't more than a few feet.

"You see anything?" he called out to Millard.  SGT Ward was nowhere in sight.

"Nope, nothing.  Wait... what the fuck?"

Bate saw it too, but he couldn't be sure what he was seeing was real.  A naked woman towered above the drifts of pink smoke.  She was huge—seven feet tall at least, maybe more.  Physically she was built like an Amazon warrior of myth, with tits the size of basketballs.  Her size wasn't the only thing that marked her out as not human.  Her pale skin had a pink tinge, but it was an artificial hue of pink rather than natural flesh tones.  Her eyes were blood-red in color and instead of hair she had a cascade of fleshy tendrils the same color as her skin.

A hindig, the alien inhabitants of H-space.  Some of the more hostile ones were thought to be responsible for the occasional disappearance, but no one had thought they were capable of mounting a serious assault on one of the forward operating bases.

While the top half of her looked as though it had come from the furtive wet dreams of a horny pre-adolescent, the bottom half was pure nightmare fuel.  The smoke cleared enough to reveal her lower body was long and bloated.  It resembled a slug or giant fleshy grub.  Even worse, Bate saw her bulk was being dragged across the floor by a line of otherwise normal-looking human arms.  They rippled like the legs of a centipede and it was the juxtaposition of familiar human limbs attached to an alien body and being used in alien ways that made her appearance all the more disturbing.

Damn waste of a nice pair of tiddies, Bate thought.  He and Millard took aim, pressed the trigger...

...and nothing happened.

Fuck, he'd heard about this.  The physics of H-space were out of whack.  Electronics didn't work.  Sometimes even basic machinery failed to work and guns failed to fire.  He listened and realized he couldn't hear any sounds of gunfire at all.

This was bad.  Really bad.

The vast slug-like lower body of the hindig swelled up as she sucked in air through an orifice positioned where the vagina would be on a human woman.  She gave a low erotic moan, like a woman climaxing, and her lower body contracted back down to its original size as she whooshed out billowing pink clouds from her vagina.  She swung her hips in a lazy arc like she was dousing her surroundings with a flamethrower.

Wind tickled through Bate's hair and his vision was filled with thick billowing pink smoke.  The cloud enveloped him and he couldn't see a thing.

He knew he had to get inside, find another weapon—a fire ax, anything—to defend himself.  The problem was he had no idea where the entrance to the pre-fab sections of the base were.  He'd gotten himself turned around and lost in the pink fog.  He picked a direction and prayed it would take him back inside.

At the same time a powerful cramp in his groin doubled him over.  He remembered the Special Forces guy warning them about the pink fog.  Fuck, was it poison gas?

The fog cleared, but Bate wasn't sure his mind had.  He found himself witnessing a weird, nightmarish scene.  Two men were fucking on the ground.  Their eyes were bulging and veins stood out on their neck.  Both men grunted as the man on top forcibly drove his cock into the ass of the other.  The man on the bottom had a hand around his cock and was furiously jerking off.  Bate recognized the man on top as the sergeant.  But that couldn't be right.  The sergeant wasn't gay.  He had a wife waiting for him back home and she was fucking hot to boot.

Standing around them and watching was a group of red-skinned she-devils.  More hindigs.  Their gorgeous long-legged beauty was diminished by their red skin and the presence of horns, bat wings and slender black tails with arrow-point tips.  They were practically naked and wielded vicious-looking whips.  One turned her head in Bate's direction and he quickly ducked back into one of the thick pink clouds.

Hallucination.  That's what it had to be.  There was a hallucinogen in the fog and it was making him trip out and hallucinate demons.

He doubled up as another painful spasm racked his crotch.  It felt all tangled up and too tight down there.  He stumbled forwards and he fell onto his hands.

The fog partially cleared to reveal one of the great fog puffers right in front of him.  She stared down at him with a cruel smile on her sensual, full lips.  He saw how her female torso merged into the soft mass of flesh that made up her lower body.  Despite not having legs, she still possessed a vagina in the same place it would have been on a normal human woman, although it was considerably larger, even taking into account her greater size.  Her labia swelled back and forth as if her sex was breathing.

Hallucination.  Everything was a hallucination.

The hindig rubbed her hands on either side of her oversized pussy.  Her lower body swelled and then her vagina puffed out a thick cloud that enveloped Bate.

He doubled up with a pained grunt.  Too tight.  It was too tight down there.

A second languid puff of perfumed fog and Bate felt like his blood had been replaced by lava.

He had to relieve the constricted feeling in his crotch.  He squirmed in the dirt and tore down his pants and underpants, freeing his cock from the fabric that was strangling it.  Oh God, look at how it bulged, Bate thought.  The head was red and angry with swollen blood.

Bate was gripped by an overwhelming horniness.  His cock looked like it might burst at any moment.  He had to jerk one out.  He wrapped a hand around his swollen erection and tugged.  It wasn't enough.  He wanted—needed—to be buried in soft wet pussy.

"Aw, you look like you're struggling.  Would you like me to help you attain release?"

A melodious voice floated down to Bate and he looked up to see the hindig's face looking down at him between the hemispheres of her massive boobs.  He saw her gaping pussy.  The moist pink tunnel, pulsing with slow rhythmic contractions, expanded to fill his view until nothing else remained.

His cock ached with the desire to be sheathed in her flesh.  Only that would ease the pain he felt.  He looked up at her with imploring eyes.

She reached down and gathered him up into her embrace.  Her arms wrapped around his back and wedged his head between her massive tits.  Her lower hands gripped his ankles and pulled him close to her lower body.  She was soft down there, soft and yielding.  Bate's painfully throbbing erection was swallowed up in her oversized pussy.  The soft, padded walls contracted right down until he felt gentle pressure all around his member.  He gasped into her cleavage.  Yes, this was the relief he craved.

"You've built up too much pressure," the hindig cooed sympathetically.  "You need to let it out.  I'll help."

Her fleshy lower body swelled.  A gentle tugging sensation rippled up his shaft.  Oh yes, Bate thought.  His hips moved back and forth as her great pussy sucked on him.

"Release all that tension.  Breathe it out into me," she whispered.

Her body rose and fell like a great lung.  Each 'breath' sent fleshy pleasures rippling up and down his shaft.  Yes, Bate thought.  He was close... so close.

"Let it out.  Let me breathe it in."

She swelled.  Her pussy contracted around the base of his cock and a soft ring of smothering pressure climbed up his shaft.  Bate's whole body tensed in her embrace.  He moaned into her cleavage.  His cock swelled and he felt an indescribable wave of ecstasy as he pressed up against her and shot his load deep inside her.

And kept shooting.   Her soft, pulsing lower body gently milked out his ejaculate until his balls were fully drained.

"Now let me breathe into you," she said softly while stroking a hand through the stubble on the back of his head.

Her pussy squeezed down on his erection.  The swelling motion of her body reversed direction and Bate felt a weird but pleasant sensation—a strange tingling warmth as if she was blowing into him.  The warm breeze flowed down the inside of his cock and then billowed up inside his body.  It felt like he was being kissed on the inside by thousands of tiny luscious lips.

"Take my breath and now give me yours."

Her fleshy lower body sloshed and shifted.  Blowing became sucking and Bate was trembling helplessly as another orgasm burst from him.

Her great soft body, little more than a vast bag of corrupted air, squeezed again.  She filled him up and then washed part of the substance of his spirit out of him as she inhaled.  Bate was too caught up in another shuddering orgasm to notice.  All the heaviness and darkness was being drawn from him to leave behind nothing but air and light.

The great fog puffer's gases were having a strange effect on his form.  They made his body soft, pliant and elastic.  She breathed deeper.  Bate swelled up with her gases and then emptied more of himself into her as she inhaled.  Her groans of sensual bliss joined Bate's.

It was time to finish it.  She gave a mighty exhalation and Bate swelled up like a balloon as she filled him with her corrupted fog.  The last of him came free with a muffled little gasp.  She inhaled and breathed Bate in.  Only his empty skin remained.  It fluttered against her until she drew it within her as if it was a piece of popped bubblegum.

She paused momentarily and shuddered with a satisfied sigh.  Then she crawled up to the main building of the base.  She filled the doorway with her lower body and exhaled.  Her pink fog billowed through the corridors and rooms and overwhelmed all it came into contact with.  Overcome by pleasure, the last pockets of resistance dropped to the floor and were unable to resist as the succubi came to carry them off.

FOB Helmuth fell.



"It's as we thought.  They are not random fauna.  They have structure, hierarchy, and organization.  And now they are at war with us, with weapons and strategy we've never encountered before and are poorly equipped to counter."

"What now, sir?"

"Command won't listen, there are vested interests at stake.  All we can do is keep cataloguing and hope someone comes around to realizing the foolhardiness of this campaign.  Before it's too late..."

H-space MGB Story: Latexian Scylla

PFC Stewart Peter Bate saw it first, when it was little more than a far-off speck in a sky filled with roiling pink and purple clouds.  They were walking across Lake Latex, that curious, seemingly natural formation that resembled a lake of shiny black rubber.  The name was misleading as the 'lake' was solid enough to walk upon.  The 'latex' part still fit, as the surface had a similar elasticity and spring.

"What do you think it is?" he asked First Lieutenant Kevin Wright, the squad leader.

The dot, clearly larger than a bird, was getting larger as it drifted closer.

"Could be one of the jellyfish girls," LT Wright said.  "They're common in this region."

"Yeah, I heard of them," Bate said.  "Also heard some of the men use them for R & R."

LT Wright snorted.  "Those degenerates would fuck a fish if they thought it would give them good head.

There was a pause while the lieutenant placed a hand over his eyes and squinted at the far-off object.

"The jellyfish girls aren't harmless, but they're not that dangerous either.  If she drifts too close we'll try to shoo her off and if that fails, shoot her down."

"And if our guns don't fire."  Bate had heard about that too.

"That's why we have these," SPC Jon Lehane said.  His biceps rippled as he showed off a long gleaming steel harpoon with a wickedly barbed point.

They continued across the lake and the object in the sky continued to drift closer, clearly on an intercept course.  Bate wondered what it was.  Tentacles writhed beneath it and an indistinct figure sat on top of it.

Frowning, LT Wright brought the squad to a halt.

"Not a jellyfish girl?" Bate said.

"No, this is something new."

The shape grew clearer as it drew closer.  Bate saw a pale-skinned woman lounging on some kind of floating platform.  Beneath the platform thick black tentacles coiled and writhed.

"Okay, listen up," LT Wright said.  "We have a possible first contact scenario here.  I want you all to be on your best behavior.  We're representing everyone back home.  Be watchful, but be diplomatic."

The alien drifted closer.  Assuming she was an alien.  Aside from an unusual skin tone that seemed a little too pale, she looked human in all other respects.

"That means no itchy fingers on triggers," LT Wright said.  "No one, I repeat no one, is to open fire unless I give the order.

The squad leader held up his hand in a gesture of peace as the alien hindig floated up to them.  She stopped in front of them, hovering about eight feet off the ground.  Behind her the flat glossy black expanse of Lake Latex stretched away to the horizon.

Close up it was clearer she wasn't human.  Her skin was too pale and had a blueish tinge rather than the pink tinge of human flesh.  Her brown eyes looked more like the eyes of an octopus with their horizontal black bar pupils.  Her ears were also long and pointed, and stuck out from the side of her head like the ears of a fantasy elf.

A real-life alien, in the flesh, Bate thought.

"I am Lieutenant Kevin Wright," LT Wright said.  "I represent both the United States government and the people of planet Earth.  Who do I have the honor of addressing?"

The alien woman lounged on a circular platform.  A collection of shiny black airbags swelled and contracted on the underside of the platform like great black lungs.  Bate wondered if they were what gave the platform its buoyancy.  Also hanging from the underside were a proliferation of thick black tentacles.  They were segmented, and coiled and uncoiled like a nest of giant earthworms.  Some tapered to a tip while others terminated in strange organic structures—some bulbous, others gaping orifices—each seemingly designed for a different task.  All appeared to be covered in the same glossy black rubber as the surface of the lake.  Even the woman.  She wore a tight black bodice of the same material that billowed out below the waist into a dress that was large enough to spill over the edges of the platform.  The way the shiny material emphasized her bust and showed off her cleavage reminded Bate uncomfortably of kinky film clips he'd seen on the internet.  These were not thoughts to be thinking in a first contact situation with an alien race!

"I am Vampuum," the floating hindig replied.

Bate was shocked that she could not only understand English, but speak it as well.  LT Wright didn't seem fazed by it, almost as though it was expected.  Bate wondered if their squad leader had access to additional intel the common grunts didn't.

"It is an honor to meet you, Vampuum," LT Wright said.  "My government is interested in forging mutually beneficial relationships with the peoples of this world.  Can you direct us to the nearest population center and seat of authority?"

"Oh, I'm not interested in that," Vampuum said.  She looked over each of the men.  The tentacles beneath her platform writhed and coiled in a way Bate found weirdly hypnotic.  "I'm wondering which of you delectable morsels I should pick to suck all the juices out of."

Fuck, Bate thought.  Hostile.

The men didn't need instruction from their squad leader.  They were already swinging their guns in the direction of the alien.  Too slow, though, too slow.  At the same time, two of the tentacles, each terminating in a strange mouth-like structure, pointed in their direction and belched a thick cloud of black ink over the squad.

Everything went dark.  Bate couldn't see a thing.  He heard gunfire and shot in the direction he thought he'd last seen the alien girl.  Had they hit it?  He heard no confirmation, no cry of pain.

Probably not, he realized with dread as he felt something, or rather somethings, coil around his limbs and body.  They were muscular and powerful.  Bate's weapon and pack were stripped from him, his arms were pinned to his sides and his legs bound together.  He was yanked off his feet and felt a strong upward force as the hindig rose like a weather balloon.  Bate burst through the top of the black cloud and watched in horror as the ground rushed away from him.

They'd never find him, he thought as the dense cloud of ink receded to a small smudge.  The men were already shrinking to less than ants.  Even if they thought to look up, Bate would be just a dot in the sky to them.

The hindig reached her desired altitude and stopped.  Bate stopped trying to struggle free of her tentacles.  Now he was praying she wouldn't let him go.  Falling from this height would be like jumping out of a plane without a parachute.

She looked him over.  One of her tentacles slid beneath his top and tore it open to expose his chest.  Another tentacle—Bate had a horrible feeling that the tentacles, and the platform, were part of her body—slid across his pecs.  The slender tip tickled against his nipples as Vampuum's eyes shone with unhealthy lust.

"Very agreeable," she said.  "Very agreeable indeed."

What did she want with him?  Down on the lake she'd said she was going to eat one of them up, but up here there were different hungers burning in her eyes.

"Don't do this," Bate said.  "There will be repercussions.  My government won't stand back and tolerate acts of aggression against its representatives.  It will mean war between our worlds."

Vampuum laughed airily.  "Such things don't concern me."

Her tentacle hooked under Bate's pants and ripped them open to expose his genitals.

"We exist to seduce and suck.  You exist to be seduced and sucked."

Her tentacle slid between his thighs and tickled the underside of his nuts.

What the fuck?  Did she want to... fuck him?

Vampuum smiled coyly at him.  She pulled down her shiny black top to expose her tits.  They were a nice pair as well—big, round, firm.  She placed hands under them and proffered them like a greengrocer showing off his proudest wares.

"Are you not seduced," she said.

Nope, Bate was definitely not seduced.  Being a mile up in the air with only the tentacles of an over-amorous alien between you and splattery death on the ground far below didn't really set the right mood.

Vampuum laughed.  "I see not.  Oh well, seduction was never one of my strengths.  No matter, once I have you in my suction tube you'll give me everything.  They all do."

She shifted position on the platform.  A bump rose beneath the black rubber and burrowed towards Bate as if there was a giant snake or worm under the sheet.  It was another segmented tentacle, larger and thicker than the rest.  It emerged at the edge of the platform and reared up before Bate like a venomous snake.  The tentacle terminated in a black bulbous structure that looked like it was made out of an artificial substance—rubber—rather than flesh.  A cushioned donut at the tip ringed a narrow opening moist with transparent oils.  For all its artificial appearance, the opening pulsed and gaped like a living orifice.

Bate did not like the look of that.  He started squirming against his tentacle bonds.  To no avail, the alien girl coiled them tighter until he couldn't move at all.

The bulbous suction cup attached itself to Bate's crotch.  The bulb swelled and Bate's penis was sucked inside.

"We'll start gently," she said.  "Your pricks are fragile until they get a little blood inside them and we wouldn't want to tear it off by accident."

She said it with a malicious sparkle in her eyes, as if she knew she could say whatever she liked to freak him out and it wouldn't stop her from getting what she wanted.

Her suction cup molded to the contours of his crotch and formed an airtight seal.  His penis was stretched out within the bulb and blood flowed down into it in an autonomous response that had nothing to do with Bate's current arousal, or rather lack of it.

"You can't do this," he protested.  "This is..."  He couldn't even bring himself to say it, or was even sure it applied.

The hindig lounged back on her platform and toyed with her naked breasts.

"You're not on Earth now, silly human," she said.  "This is the Dominion of Lust.  These are our skies."

"Why war?" Bate said.

"War?" Vampuum laughed as if she thought it ridiculous.

The soft rubbery bulb throbbed between Bate's legs.

"Mmm, you're getting harder.  You should start to feel pleasure now."

Yeah, Bate felt pleasure.  Her weird tube thing was sucking him off.  It didn't matter.  It wasn't the warm mouth of a cute girl and neither was it a moist tight pussy.  He knew it was some weird alien suction tube thing, and because he knew it was a freaky alien suction tube thing, there was no way she was going to...

Oh.

Vampuum smiled.  The black suction bulb pulsed more strongly.  Bate's cock swelled within it and pressed through the center of a plump donut of soft material.  Wet with lubricant, the inner ring pumped up and down Bate's shaft as the bulb swelled and ebbed around him.

"We feed on your pleasure... your sexual energy," she said.  "And you're all so eager to give it to us."

The black airbags beneath her platform swelled as her suction tube continued to throb away around Bate's cock.  He felt like he was plunging back and forth into the most deliciously tight ass you could imagine.  It took all of his self-control to fight back the urge to fill the pulsing rubber bulb with his cream.

"You can try to hold on as much as you like," Vampuum taunted.  "I'm still going to pump you dry."

Another tentacle, this one terminating in a slender tip rather than a bulbous suction cup, slithered between Bate's buttocks.  It wormed up into Bate's ass.  His sphincter clenched and tried to repel the invader, but the tentacle, slick with lubricant, burrowed deeper.

"It's all about giving the right spot a little tickle," she teased.

She held up a finger and made a little flicking gesture.  Within Bate's body the tip of her tentacle flickered back and forth against his prostate.  A warm wave of pleasure flowed out across Bate's body and was drawn into the tube sucking away at his crotch.  The tight inner ring pumped harder and faster up and down his shaft.  Bate felt little warning trembles in his knees and all over his body.  Fuck, he was going to come.

"And then..."

Vampuum put her finger between her lips and sucked.

The black airbags beneath her platform swelled up.  The rubber suction cup contracted around Bate's genitals and he gasped as the force gripped him.  Too much.  Too much.

And then...

Oh fuck yeah.

His cock swelled and he emptied the biggest, most satisfying load of cum he'd ever deposited anywhere.  The ecstatic release of orgasm shuddered through him as she sucked out the contents of his balls.

Fuck, you got me, bitch, Bate thought.  Not that he minded too much.  It might be a freaky alien suction tube thing, but it was a fucking awesome freaky alien suction tube thing that gave out the best blowjob Bate had ever experienced.

He relaxed in the grip of her coils.  Maybe this wouldn't turn out so bad after all.

The tube kept sucking.

"I'll take it from here," Vampuum said, her eyes as cold as the bluish tinges to her skin.

Bate twitched in her tentacles.  Fuck, he was still coming.  How?  It was like she was pumping it out of him in a constant pulsing stream.  The black balloons beneath her platform kept swelling like bellows as she sucked.  The tentacle within Bate's ass pressed on his prostate like it was a button and semen kept pouring out of him.

Lost to the sensual ecstasy of the release, Bate writhed and squirmed in her tentacles.  Too much.  He couldn't stop.  The flow wouldn't stop.

Where was it all coming from?  His balls had to be drained by now.

A glance down revealed the horrifying answer.  The skin around her black suction cup had an unhealthy gray pallor and was starting to shrivel.  Not just there.  His arms were wasting away.  As were his legs and chest.  Wasting away.  All of him wasting away.  He glanced at Vampuum with fearful eyes.

Vampuum sat on her platform and regarded him with imperious grace.

She sucked and sucked as Bate jittered helplessly in the grip of a never-ending climax.  His body shriveled and withered away as she pumped out all the fluids within it.  Then, having sucked Bate completely dry, she released his empty husk and let it spiral down to the surface of Lake Latex far below.

* * * *

Jesus fuck! SPC Stewart Peter Bate thought as the mummy fell out of the sky and crashed into the yielding black surface of Lake Latex right in front of him.

Fuck, that had scared the shit right out of him.  Just like one of those cheap horror jump scares where the rotting corpse springs right up in someone's face.  This poor bastard looked in no better condition than those schlocky horror movie props.  The flesh was desiccated, as if the corpse had been lying out in the desert for a couple of years.

Uh oh.

Bate noticed something familiar about the mummy's torn jacket.

A check of the dog tags confirmed it.

"Sir, I've found Tovey... I think."

H-space MGB Story: Jelloid Squeezeball

"Anyone care to make fucking sense of this?" SGT O'Bannon asked.

He said anyone, but Embedded Biologist Stewart Peter Bate knew he was looking at him for answers and no, Embedded Biologist Stewart Peter Bate did not have the slightest clue what this fucking was.

The xplo party was underground, mapping the extensive cave system that had been discovered close to Camp Jacob.  They'd heard it got weird once you got deep.

This was... weird.

Bate looked out over a vast underground cavern.  They didn't need to use their torches.  The floor, walls and ceiling were covered in a phosphorescent mucilaginous liquid that bathed everything in a soft blue glow.  Strange objects—sculptures? eggs?—covered the cavern floor as far as the eye could see.  Each was a translucent blue ball with a naked woman sculpted from the same material sitting on top.  The sculptures were all posed as though they were asleep or quietly contemplating some mysterious conundrum.

Like what the hell this was, Bate thought.  This was a conundrum and then some.

From here he couldn't work out what the strange objects were made of.  The big blue balls looked soft and gelatinous, as though they were made out of translucent jelly.  They reminded Bate of eggs.  Then there were the women—or rather statues of women, as they didn't move at all—sitting on top of the spheres.  They were also blue and translucent, and extraordinarily detailed, as though they'd been spun from blue glass by a master artisan.  If they'd been on Earth Bate would have thought the whole tableaux was an elaborate modern art installation.

Bate doubted SGT O'Bannon, the commanding officer of their party, was interested in the artistic aesthetics of the cavern.

"Are they safe?" the veteran military officer asked.

And how the hell am I supposed to know that? Bate thought.

"Can't know for certain until I know what they are," Bate answered.

They descended down to the cavern floor and stepped amongst the strange objects.  The blue spheres, which looked moist and gelatinous, were deformed where the nude women sat on them.  At a closer distance Bate marveled at how lifelike the statues were.  He examined one.  The woman's head was angled downwards, as if she'd been checking her phone before this strange transformation had overtook her.

Transformation.  That was an uncomfortable path for his thoughts to follow.  The glass—or whatever other material they were composed of—statues were so extraordinarily detailed it was easy to imagine they might have been living breathing people at some point.

In the corner of his eye Bate noticed one of the squad soldiers reaching out to cop a feel of the exposed breasts of one of the sculptures.

"I wouldn't do that," Bate said.

The soldier drew his hand back in mortified embarrassment, and also childish displeasure, as if he'd been prevented from doing something he knew he shouldn't, but wanted to do anyway.

"Don't you want to touch to see what they feel like?" he asked.

"Sure, but I keep thinking about that scene in Prometheus," Bate said.  "I don't want to be the idiot biologist that spends the whole movie jumping at shadows and then tries to pet the killer alien snake thing for no goddamn reason at all."

"That film sucked," the soldier said.

"Word," Bate agreed.

"What is your opinion, Dr. Hurt," O'Bannon asked Bate.

"Mark it down and come back with a full research team," Bate answered.  "Professor Holm will definitely be interested in seeing this."

"Sir, I can see the opening to another tunnel system on the other side," one of the soldiers informed O'Bannon.

O'Bannon followed where the soldier was pointing and his jaw clenched while he ran calculations on the optimal route to take to reach it.

"The quickest route is right through the middle.  Risk assessment, Dr. Hurt?"

"I can't say for certain," Bate answered.  "They seem to be inanimate, but I'd recommend not touching them."

O'Bannon nodded and then addressed the rest of the squad.  "Okay, we're heading for the exit tunnel on the other side.  Do not touch anything."

Privately, Bate thought the philosophy behind the xplo teams was a little too fast and loose.  He understood the desire to map out H-space as swiftly and as efficiently as possible, but there was fast and there was reckless, and this seemed reckless.  They knew next to nothing about the dangers of this alien dimension.  Why the rush?

The xplo team moved out into the cavern, picking their way carefully between the strange sculptures.  The cavern was eerily quiet, like the main hall of a solemn cathedral.  The only sounds were their boots splashing through puddles on the rock floor.  They reached the center of the cavern with nothing untoward happening and the mood lightened amongst the men.

Lightened too far...

It was PFC Scotty Skerritt who doomed the party.  After cracking a couple of ribald jokes about the appearance of the lifelike blue statues, he noticed one that reminded him of a particular large-breasted porn star he'd fantasized about.

"Will you look at that pair.  I swear she looks just like Vikki Vulva.  I gotta get me a feel of those puppies."

He reached over and gave them a good grope.  That answered Bate's question as to whether the statues were sculpted from glass or some kind of softer, jellylike material.  He saw the breasts deform under Skerritt's fingers, just like yielding flesh.

He also saw they weren't statues.

The subject of Skerritt's groping lifted her head, opened her eyes and let out a strange ululating cry.  Within moments every jelly girl in the cavern was awake and adding their own voice to the cacophony.

The noise cut right through Bate's eardrums and shifted through frequencies Bate wasn't even aware the human ear could hear.  It left him totally disorientated.  His sense of direction, his sense of up and down, came flying apart.  Totally off balance, he fell right into the lap of one of the jelly girls.

"Hi there."  The girl smiled brightly at him.

In regard to shape, she had a perfectly normal, albeit attractive, human face.  Except her head was blue and translucent enough for Bate to be able to see through it.  If he'd seen it on a TV screen he would have thought it clever CGI.  In the flesh... how was it even possible?

The girl took advantage of his confusion to wrap her arms and legs around him and draw them both into the transparent jelly ball she was sitting on.  Before Bate could recover his senses he was enveloped up to his neck.  It felt like jelly as well—warm, soft, jelly.  Not that soft, though.  Bate's attempts to struggle back out of the ball were repulsed with elastic firmness.  The blue girl ignored his attempts to struggle free and snuggled up close to him.  The tight confines of the elastic blue sphere pressed their bodies close together.

"Let's get rid of those clothes," she said.  "They irritate me."

The jelly walls wrapped around Bate exuded corrosive fluids that only affected his clothes.  His uniform fell away in a mass of disintegrating threads and was excreted out through the wall of the globe.

"Flesh to flesh feels so much nicer, don't you think," the blue girl said.

She pressed up close enough for him to feel the curves of her breasts against his chest.  He felt the gentle pressure of the jelly on his back and all around his limbs.

"What are you?" Bate asked.

"You can think of me as a sort of sentient trap," the strange blue girl answered.  "I draw hunks inside my body and squeeze out all their yummy goodness."

"Squeeze?"

Bate had been terrified she was going to secrete acids to do the same to him as she'd done to his uniform.  Now she'd given him something new to fear.

He tried again to move his arms and legs.  It was like trying to move through thick molasses.  He was trapped within the transparent blue ball like an insect stuck in a blob of amber.

"Yes, squeeze you.  Just like that."

She directed Bate's attentions to a neighboring ball of jelly.  It had a naked soldier, Skerritt, trapped within it.  Unlike Bate, Skerritt was making a much more concerted effort to break free.

No, he was seeing it wrong, Bate realized.  The way the blue girl thrashed against Skerritt... the grunts Skerritt was making...

They were fucking... loudly and vigorously fucking.  The ball pulsed and stretched with their movements.  Bate couldn't tell if it was driving or being driven by the movements of their frenzied coupling.  Skerritt let out a loud groan and his whole body stiffened like a trembling board.  A creamy white splash of liquid ran down a transparent tube that seemed to emerge from between the blue girl's shapely buttocks.

Was that Skerritt's semen?  It couldn't be; there was so much of it.

The violent pulsations of the blue ball continued unabated.  Skerritt's eyes were closed and his body was tense and trembling, as if he'd been taken to the peak of climax and wasn't ever coming down.  More white fluids ran down the internal pipe and collected in a large chamber at the base of the sphere.

No, that couldn't be his semen.  No one, not even the most virile could produce that quantity.

"He won't last long at that rate," Bate's blue jelly girl said.  "Oh well, some prefer it fast and hard."

The same gooey restrictions holding Bate in place didn't apply to her.  She placed hands on the side of his face and turned it to face hers.  Her full lips pouted seductively.

"Do you prefer it fast and hard," she asked.

Down at his crotch he felt something—a soft, toothless maw—suck at the tip of his penis.

"Slow!" he said in panicked haste.  "Really slow."

"How romantic," the blue jelly girl said.  She kissed him on the lips, leaving a pleasant, fruity aftertaste.

Bate's penis was drawn into a soft, stretchy tube with thick, padded walls.  He really hoped that was her vagina.

"I'll make it so we last the longest," she said.  "Long and slow."

The ball grew pleasantly warm around Bate.  It throbbed with slow pulsations.  Each pulse pressed the gelatinous walls tight up against Bate's flesh so that it felt like he was receiving a sensual massage all over.  The blue jelly girl moved her body against Bate to the same rhythm.  Bate's penis did not remain limp for long.  The elastic tunnel with padded walls squeezed and tugged on him with the same gentle rhythm and his cock responded to the stimulation without bothering to wait for his brain's approval.

"Relax," the blue jelly girl said.  "I'll make you feel nice."

Bate didn't want to feel nice.  He wanted to break free of the sticky clutch of this ball of jelly.  He wanted to...

Ooh.

The cushioned jelly walls of her vagina gently pulsed against his cock and Bate's thoughts became fragmented.

What did he want?

The blue jelly girl moved against him in a slow sensual wave.  Her jelly pressed all around him in an intimate massage.  His cock slid back and forth within a cuff of plump jelly.

Yes, he wanted more of this.

"When the pressure builds up too much, let it out inside me," the blue jelly girl whispered to him.  "You'll feel so much better."

The ball squeezed and Bate felt the pressure all over his body, gentle now but steadily increasing with each squeeze, becoming insistent.  The same pressure was rising in Bate as well.  He felt it in his loins—and a growing need to relieve, to release.

Another squeeze and Bate's hips were drawn down.  His erection was sucked deeper into a moist, tight cuff of plump jelly.

"Let it out," the blue jelly girl whispered.  "Empty it into me."

The cuff squeezed.

Bate couldn't hold it back any more.  He let out a groan and his body stiffened as a powerful orgasm ripped through him.  His cock throbbed within the tight jelly sheath and spurted a thick stream of semen down a pulsating jelly tunnel.

The blue jelly girl murmured her pleasures and kissed Bate on the lips.  Her vagina matched the throbbing pulsations of Bate's cock and the additional stimulation drew out Bate's ejaculation as she milked him.

Finally the flow receded.  Bate floated within her gelatinous body in a state of post-orgasmic bliss.

It was only a temporary respite to let him recover.  The ball squeezed again.  Bate's still-hard cock was tugged down and back into that internal cuff with the cushioned walls.

"Give me more," the blue jelly girl whispered.  Her soft lips brushed against Bate's face.  "Fill me up."

She squeezed and Bate grunted in surprise as she took him straight to orgasm.  His whole body jangled in pleasure as he emptied another massive load of cum into her.

So soon and so much?

His head rested on her shoulder as she lovingly caressed his back.  Through her transparent body he saw his semen pour down a pipe and collect in a chamber at her base.

So much.  Surely he couldn't have produced that much.

And then she was squeezing again and Bate shuddered to irresistible pleasures as he felt yet another mighty ejaculation well up from within.  He watched it pour down into a steadily growing reservoir of white fluid.

She was milking him.  His semen was pouring into her like milk.

But how?  Where was it all c—

She squeezed again and Bate's conscious thoughts were smothered in an overwhelming feeling of bliss.  It was like she'd wrapped his mind up in the same warm jelly.  Another surge of white liquid poured down the internal pipe.  Bate no longer cared where it was coming from.  He cared only for her next squeeze and the resulting pop of euphoric release it gave him.

"That's it, empty it all out," the blue jelly girl murmured.

She kissed him on the top of his head and milked him with slow gentle squeezes.

She kept to her word.  Bate was the last to be completely emptied.