The fluorescent lights hummed with the monotonous drone of dying insects. Kevin Billings rubbed his tired eyes, the glow of his computer screen reflecting in his glasses. Spreadsheets stretched endlessly, columns of numbers blurring into a grey sea. At 38 years old, tax season was the most exciting event happening for Kevin right now. Late nights fueled by vending machine coffee that tasted like burnt plastic and regret were all that kept him company. The air hung thick with the scent of stale paper, cheap carpet cleaner, and the faint, lingering ghost of microwave popcorn from three hours ago.
Tiny Dick Alien Abduction Breeding Kink Story
Tap. Tap. Tap. His pencil nervously drummed the edge of the desk. Not on the calculations. His mind had wandered, as it often did in these quiet, fluorescent purgatories, down the well-trodden path of inadequacy. Specifically, anatomical inadequacy. Kevin had a small penis, a revelation that still made him flinch even from the voice in his head. The phantom ache of rejection flared. Amanda’s awkward cough after their disastrous first (and only) time. Sarah’s sudden, inexplicable busy-ness after date three. The dating app ghosting that always seemed to follow any hint of intimacy. All roads led back to the same, humiliating conclusion: the meager equipment nature had bestowed upon him. It wasn’t just embarrassing; it felt like a life sentence to loneliness, a cosmic joke played on a man whose greatest adventure was usually finding a marginally closer parking spot.
An SPH Horror Story
He minimized the tax return he was auditing and reflexively opened a browser tab. His fingers hovered over the keyboard. Therapy sites? Support groups? Nah. He typed “average penis size” into the search bar, then immediately deleted it, his cheeks flushing hot even in the empty office. Pathetic. Utterly pathetic.
“Focus, Billings,” he muttered to himself, the sound swallowed by the oppressive quiet. “Just get the Caldwell file reconciled and you can go home.” Home. To his empty apartment. His silent TV. His collection of slightly-too-complicated board games gathering dust. Adventure felt like a word from a language he didn’t speak.
He glanced at the time. Almost 11 PM. The last stragglers had left hours ago. He was alone in the vast, partitioned wasteland of cubicles. Alone except for Gary, the ancient security guard, probably snoring in his booth near the main entrance. Miles away.
Kevin stretched, his spine popping like bubble wrap. He reached for his lukewarm coffee, grimacing at the taste. As he took a sip, the fluorescent tubes overhead gave a sudden, violent shudder. Not just a flicker. A full-blown seizure. They buzzed erratically, casting jagged, stuttering shadows across the grey fabric walls and piles of paperwork. Then, darkness plunged down like a guillotine blade.
“Great,” Kevin sighed into the sudden blackness. “Power surge. Perfect end to a perfect day.”
He fumbled for his phone, thumbing the screen to life. The small circle of light illuminated his desk, the abandoned coffee cup, the family photo from five years ago where everyone looked happier. He stood up, the wheel of his office chair groaning. He’d need to find the breaker box. Or call Gary. Or just… wait.
Before he could move, the air crackled. Not like electricity – like ozone after a thunderstorm, sharp and metallic, prickling his skin under his cheap dress shirt. The phone light seemed to dim, fighting against a new pressure in the air. A pressure that built, thickening, pushing down on his chest. He gasped, the sound thin and scared in the sudden silence left by the vanished hum.
“What the—?”
WHOOSH.
The Alien Abduction Begins
It wasn’t a sound you heard with your ears. It was a sound you felt in your bones, a visceral displacement of air so profound it knocked the breath from Kevin’s lungs. He staggered back, his phone clattering onto the desk, its light spinning wildly, casting chaotic streaks across the cubicle walls.
Where there had been empty space beside the filing cabinet, reality seemed to tear. Or fold. Or… unzip. A shimmering, vertical portal of light ripped open, blindingly bright, smelling of ozone and something else – sharp, alien, like lightning striking volcanic glass. Kevin threw up an arm, shielding his eyes, heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird.
Then, she stepped through.
The portal snapped shut behind her with another silent whoosh, plunging the cubicle back into near-darkness, save for the frantic glow of his fallen phone and… her.
Kevin’s jaw dropped. His brain short-circuited.
She loomed. Impossibly tall. Seven feet, easily. Her silhouette filled the narrow space between cubicle walls, radiating an aura of raw, intimidating power. Her skin wasn’t human skin. It was emerald. Deep, shimmering, iridescent emerald, catching the dim light like polished jade under moving water. She wore form-fitting armor of a dark, matte metal that seemed to drink the light, accentuating curves that were both powerful and undeniably feminine in an utterly alien way. Broad shoulders tapered to a narrow waist, then flared to powerful hips and legs that looked capable of kicking down a steel door.
He forced his gaze upward, past the intimidating physique, past the alien metal cuirass, to her face.
Xylara The Alien Breeder
Her features were sharp, angular, and fiercely beautiful. High cheekbones sculpted from the same shimmering emerald, a strong jawline. Her hair was a cascade of thick, obsidian-black strands, woven with intricate silver threads that glinted. But it was her eyes that froze the scream in Kevin’s throat. Piercing golden orbs, like molten suns, devoid of whites or pupils. They fixed on him with unnerving, predatory intensity.
His legs turned to water. He clutched the edge of his desk, knuckles white. “W-who… what are you? G-Gary is this a joke?” His voice was a terrified squeak, utterly unconvincing. His mind reeled. Cosplay? Hallucination? Vending machine coffee finally achieving sentience?
The emerald giantess took a step forward. The floor seemed to tremble. Her voice, when it came, wasn’t loud, but it resonated deep within Kevin’s chest, rich and powerful, like distant thunder given form. It vibrated through his bones.
“Designation: Kevin Billings. Human male. Earth designation: accountant.” Her golden eyes scanned him, head to toe, the appraisal clinical, intense. He felt utterly transparent, dissected. She gestured, a sweep of a large, long-fingered hand that ended in sharp, dark nails. “This environment is… inefficient. Primitive.” Her gaze snapped back to his face, locking onto his widened eyes behind his glasses. “Your bio-signature matches critical parameters.”
Kevin could only stammer, his tongue thick and useless. “P-p-parameters? Look, lady, I think you’ve got the wrong cubicle. Maybe try IT? Down the hall? They fix… glitches?” He flinched as she took another step, shrinking back against his chair.
She ignored his rambling. Her expression shifted, the clinical assessment melting into something focused, intense. A predatory hunger. She leaned down slightly, bringing her mesmerizing, terrifying face closer to his level. The scent of ozone and volcanic glass intensified, mixed with something else – exotic, musky. Her golden eyes bored into his, unblinking.
“My name is Xylara, and your seed,” she announced, her thunderous voice dropping to a low, resonant purr that vibrated Kevin’s fillings, “will save my world.”
Kevin blinked. Once. Twice. His brain, already overloaded, finally tipped over the edge. The spreadsheet. The flickering lights. The impossible green woman. The… seed? A hysterical giggle bubbled in his throat. His gaze, utterly involuntarily, flickered downwards for a fraction of a second towards his own groin, then snapped back up to her fierce, expectant, golden stare.
Silence. Thick, suffocating silence pressed in, broken only by the frantic thudding of Kevin’s own heart. The meager glow from his phone illuminated the absolute, dumbstruck horror dawning on his face. Adventure, it seemed, had finally found Kevin Billings. And it was staring at his crotch.
The Alien Abduction Breeding Ship
He didn’t remember passing out, but consciousness returned like a bad hangover. Kevin groaned. Not the dull throb of too much cheap scotch, but a deep, full-body ache as if he’d been run over by a truck. A truck piloted by a seven-foot-tall emerald woman. Memory flooded back – the flickering lights, the ozone crackle, the tearing of reality, Xylara’s thunderous voice speaking of his “seed”. He squeezed his eyes shut tighter. Maybe if he pretended hard enough, he’d still be slumped over the Caldwell file.
The surface beneath him was hard, slightly yielding, and unnervingly warm, humming with a low, subsonic vibration that resonated in his molars. Not his Herman Miller desk chair. Definitely not his lumpy apartment couch. The air smelled sterile, sharp with ozone, undercut by something sweetly metallic, like overheated copper wires and burnt sugar.
He risked opening his eyes. Soft, diffused blue light emanated from seamless walls that curved upwards to form a high, arched ceiling. Gleaming conduits pulsed with inner light, like luminous veins. He was lying on a wide, slightly curved platform in the center of a circular chamber. No windows. No visible door. Just smooth, humming alien tech.
Panic, cold and slick, began to rise in his chest. He pushed himself up on trembling elbows. He was still in his wrinkled work shirt and cheap slacks, but his tie was gone, his shoes were off. A fresh wave of humiliation washed over him. Had they… inspected his shortcomings?
A soft, wet sound came from his right. A sigh that wasn’t quite a sigh. Kevin froze.
Gleepagloriz The Blue Vixen
Beside him on the platform, oozing slowly like warm wax, was… something. It was vaguely humanoid, translucent blue, shimmering with internal light. Its surface rippled, forming curves and hollows. Strands of flowing, deeper blue material coalesced into something resembling hair. Features began to push through the gelatinous mass – the hint of a brow, the swell of cheekbones, a full mouth currently curved in a disturbingly familiar smile.
Kevin’s breath hitched. “L-Lisa?” The name escaped his lips before he could stop it. Lisa Morgan. Tenth-grade algebra. The object of years of hopeless, sweaty-palmed longing. The girl who’d laughed when he’d finally asked her out senior year. The memory stung, sharp and fresh.
The blue form solidified further, the transparency receding slightly to reveal smooth, cerulean skin. Her figure was impossibly voluptuous, exaggerated in a way Lisa never was – wide hips, a tiny waist, breasts that strained against the shimmering blue surface of what was now undeniably a simple, clinging shift. Her eyes, large and luminous, the same blue but flecked with gold, opened. They held an unnerving vacancy beneath the perfect mimicry.
“Kevin,” the thing breathed. Its voice was a perfect echo of Lisa’s throaty laugh, but layered with an underlying wet gurgle, like water draining. It slithered closer across the smooth platform, one cool, gelatinous hand sliding onto his thigh. It felt like chilled pudding, leaving a faint, damp residue on his cheap suit pants. “Remember me?”
He recoiled, scrambling backward until his shoulders hit the warm, humming wall. “Get off! You’re not her! What are you?” His voice cracked. The sensation was revolting – cold, invasive, a parody of the touch he’d once fantasized about. His skin crawled.
A Blue Alien Babe Unlike Any Other
A low, resonant chuckle filled the chamber. Kevin’s head snapped up. Xylara stood near the seamless wall, which must have opened silently. Her massive frame dominated the space, her emerald skin seeming to absorb the blue light. Her golden eyes, predatory and amused, were fixed on the scene. She leaned against the wall, arms crossed over her armored chest, looking for all the world like someone enjoying a mildly interesting play.
“Designation: Gleepagloriz,” Xylara stated, her voice like stones grinding together, yet somehow smooth. “A biocompatible entity, or what your kind would call, a shapeshifter. Highly adaptable. Excellent at bio-interface stimulation.” She gestured with a clawed finger towards the blue creature, who was now trailing cool, probing fingers up Kevin’s arm. “Observe her technique. She has assimilated your species’ courtship and reproductive triggers from your planetary data-nets. Crude, but effective for baseline arousal.”
Gleepagloriz, still wearing Lisa’s stolen face, smiled that perfect, empty smile and leaned in. Her breath smelled vaguely of brine and ozone. “I know what you wanted, Kevin,” she murmured, her voice dripping with false intimacy. Her other hand drifted lower, towards his belt. “What you still want…”
Revulsion warred with a treacherous, unwelcome spark of heat deep in his gut. It was Lisa. It looked exactly like her. Sounded like her. And she was touching him, her cool form pressing insistently. His body, starved for any touch, any validation, betrayed him, reacting instinctively despite the horror. He felt himself stirring, a response that filled him with immediate, crushing shame. This wasn’t real. This was a nightmare.
“St-stop!” he stammered, trying to push her away, but his hands sank slightly into her yielding, gelatinous shoulder. It felt repulsive, like plunging fingers into cold slime. “Get off me!”
Xylara watched, a flicker of satisfaction in her molten gold eyes. “See, Gleepagloriz? This one understands how to stimulate human mating responses.” She pushed off the wall, taking a single, ground-shaking step forward. Her gaze locked onto Kevin, pinning him like a specimen. “Excellent. Prepare yourself, Kevin Billings.”
Kevin froze, Gleepagloriz’s cold hand pausing at his waistband. “P-prepare?” he whispered, dread icing his veins. “For what?”
Xylara’s sharp teeth glinted in a smile that held no warmth. “For your first breeding trial.”
Alien Breeding
The word hit Kevin like a physical blow. “B-B-breeding? His voice soared into a terrified squeak. All thoughts of Lisa, of the cold touch, vanished, replaced by pure, unadulterated terror. Breeding? With her? With it? With… anyone? His deepest, most humiliating insecurity roared to the surface, amplified a thousandfold in this impossible scenario. He wasn’t built for this! Not this! He could barely manage awkward first dates! Panic choked him. “No! Nonono, you don’t understand! There’s been a mistake! I’m… I’m not… I can’t…!”
“Procedure initiates now,” Xylara stated, utterly unmoved by his panic. She raised a hand, and a section of the curved wall Kevin was leaning against slid upwards with a soft hiss, revealing a recess filled with complex, gleaming machinery. Articulated arms tipped with sensors and unfamiliar instruments unfolded, humming with power. At the center, a bizarre, contoured harness descended smoothly on silent hydraulics, gleaming under the blue lights. It looked like a cross between a dentist’s chair and something designed for unspeakable experiments.
Gleepagloriz cooed, a wet, burbling sound that made Kevin flinch. She shifted subtly against him, her Lisa-face adopting an expression of eager anticipation that looked grotesque on the familiar features. The cold, gel-like pressure of her hands intensified, probing, insistent.
Kevin stared at the descending harness, its smooth, alien contours promising absolute, humiliating immobilization. The reality of his situation crashed over him – abducted, probed, about to be strapped into an alien breeding machine by a giant green warlord, while a sentient blue Jell-O mold wearing his high school crush’s face pawed at him. His humiliation curdled into pure, animal terror. He pressed himself harder against the wall, eyes wide with panic, every muscle rigid. The contraption resembled something out of a sardax illustration, and it was coming right at him.
The Milking Machine
The machine whined, lowering towards him. Its smooth, segmented arms unfolded like metallic spiders, gleaming under the sterile blue light. A large glass bulb shaped container appeared overhead, and among the other mechanical parts, beneath the harness, what looked like a masturbation cock sleeve or… penis pump. Kevin’s breath came in ragged gasps, trapped between the cold, humming wall and Gleepagloriz’s insistent, chilling pressure. “Please stop!” he choked out, shoving uselessly against her yielding blue form. Her Lisa-face smiled, vacant and predatory.
“Calibration optimal,” Xylara announced, her voice devoid of empathy. She watched the harness descend, her golden eyes tracking its progress with detached interest. “Minimal struggle indicates acceptable stress levels for initial seeding protocol.” One massive emerald hand gestured towards the apparatus. “Gleepagloriz will facilitate physical compliance and bio-stimulus.” Facilitate? Kevin’s mind screamed. He thrashed, legs kicking out, catching only air. His cheap dress shirt tore at the collar. “No ! There’s nothing to seed! You’ve got the wrong guy!” The harness arms clicked softly, joints rotating, positioning themselves near his limbs. The central contoured seat hovered inches above the platform, ready to swallow him whole. Panic clawed at his throat, thick and sour. Gleepagloriz’s cool, gel-like hand slipped beneath his waistband.
Her touch, simultaneously alien and chillingly familiar in its mimicry, sent a jolt of pure revulsion through him. “I know your desires, Kevin,” she spoke in a whispered tone, her Lisa-voice layered over the wet gurgle deep within her form. Her other hand slid around his neck, cool and strangely strong. “Relax.” The scent of brine and ozone intensified as she leaned in, her blue lips parting slightly. The harness dipped lower, cold metal brushing his shoulder.
He twisted his head away, bile rising. “Stop! Get it off me!” His voice cracked. Xylara merely observed, a statue of emerald indifference. The harness clamps whirred, poised. Gleepagloriz’s embrace tightened, her form seeming to flow and expand, covering more of his chest, her chilling touch numbing. Her eyes locked onto his, holding him with unnatural stillness. The harness descended another inch. Then, it happened. Not an attack, but an engulfment. Gleepagloriz didn’t pin him; she flowed over him. Her shimmering blue substance surged upwards like a wave, cool and impossibly heavy. It washed over his thrashing legs, his heaving chest, his shoulders. It pressed against his mouth, his nose – a thick, suffocating jelly sealing him in. He choked, tasting salt and metal. The harness clamps snapped shut around his engulfed ankles and wrists, holding him fast against the platform.
The Breeding Test Subject Gets His First Milking
Panic exploded into primal terror.He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move.Couldn’t scream. His clothing began to dissolve as the blue creature covered his body with her jelly like form. The world narrowed to the crushing, cold pressure and the faint hum vibrating through the gel into his bones. Blue light filtered dimly through the translucent prison. He saw distorted shapes – Xylara’s towering form, the harness arms retracting slightly, sensors whirring.His lungs burned. Spots danced behind his eyes. He was drowning in sentient slime, strapped down, utterly helpless. The harness whined again, adjusting its grip.
Inside the suffocating cocoon, sensations warred. He felt the harness close around him, the penis pump suctioning to him, adjusting to the size of his tiny cock and balls. The crushing pressure of the machine and the blue alien, was absolute, terrifying. Yet, against his will, a treacherous warmth bloomed low in his belly. Arousal. Gleepagloriz wasn’t just holding him; she was stimulating. Cool tendrils of her substance probed with impossible precision, finding nerve endings he didn’t know he had. A tendril stimulating his anus and finding his g-spot; another tickling his balls made his tiny cocklet swell inside the penis pump. Pressure, friction with chilling accuracy. It wasn’t typical arousal he recognized; it was a violation triggering a physiological betrayal. A fear boner. He felt his cock stiffen, trapped and reacting, buried alive in alien jelly. Humiliation scalded him hotter than the lack of air.
“Bio-signs spiking,” Xylara’s voice sounded muffled, distant, through the thick gel. “Stress hormone elevation noted, but reproductive response initiated. Proceeding with extraction protocol.” Kevin’s mind fragmented. Reproductive response. The words echoed in the suffocating blue silence of his prison. Trapped. And strapped down unable to prevent whatever unspeakable thing was about to happen. And his own traitorous body was playing along. The harness emitted a series of high-pitched clicks. Something cold and smooth pressed against the base of his spine, through the gel. A low, powerful hum vibrated the platform. Gleepagloriz pulsed around him, cold and insistent.
Kevin had fainted again. This time when he woke he was inside an alien chamber. Cool air surrounded his naked body. He felt slightly drained and groggy, and there was no sign of Xylara or the blue entity. “Approaching atmosphere.” He blinked. How long had he been asleep? “You have been in cryo-sleep for 3 months during our travel. We will be on our planet, soon.” He recognized the breathy, gurgling voice and glance over to find a fully formed blue woman, with jet black hair that seemed to move in an animated fashion. The shock of hearing three months set in a panic. Kevin banging on the glass screaming to be let out, but it was too late.
The Alien Brides Meet Their New Husband
Upon arrival on the planet, Kevin was covered in an irridescent white gown and jelly shoes. He was taken to a large hall where he heard the chittering of several female aliens. They were all there for him. “The acquisition of a human male was a success. Let the wedding ceremony begin!”
Kevin blinked? Wedding? Gleep nodded, “Yes. You will be wed to me and 72 other brides and then we will breed you.” Two female guards brought him to a center podium, where he was joined by Xylara, Gleep, and the other 72 female aliens. The ceremony was short. And immediately after, Kevin was ushered to “the breeding room.” What he had not expected, was that to these alien women, breeding and orgy… were synonymous.
The Tiny Dick Alien Abduction Orgy And Breeding Celebration
And thus the orgy began. The sounds of moans and sighs and wet slurping noises, as each woman mounted and took pleasure from him in ways Kevin had never known possible. The sounds of their orgasms and cries of pleasure sent his tiny cock into a frenzy, and whatever pheremones they rubbed all over him, kept him hard as a rock. Kevin spent the next 12 hours being fucked by alien women, and kept on the edge of orgasm until all of them went into a trance. Then something unusual happened. Two on either side of him held his cock still, and the next alien woman mounted him, but something was different. As his cock entered her orifice, something inside her, entered his urethra. Kevin shrieked in discomfort, only to be silenced by the alien women holding him down, and one sitting on his face. His body grew weak, and once again, Kevin fainted.
Alien Abduction Emergence
When Kevin woke, he found himself unrestrained, but instead trapped in a slippery bed with many folds all over it. And something was wrong. Something felt terribly wrong. Kevin felt nauseated, and then he looked down the length of his naked body, and noticed his belly. It was swollen and distended several inches, and something was moving, inside him. Scrambling to stand up proved pointless, as the bed was slippery and the folds served to pull him down and keep him subdued. The churning inside his belly accelerated, and his belly began to grow bigger. “Help! Please! Stop this! Please help!” He heard a murmuring of voices, and then Xylara appeared. “Thank you Kevin, for your contributions to our planet. Your birth will begin soon.” His belly was now the size of an octomom about to go into labor, and he could see several shapes swirling and moving across his belly.
Something just underneath his balls began to open, as if it had been surgically placed there, Kevin realized in horror that these women had performed some sort of surgery on him, and given him a pussy. He felt sudden pressure, as the labor started. Kevin’s screams echoing in the oval shaped room, as his alien seed, emerged.
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