Alien Instigation

Emilia was dismissing her assistant at the entrance to the desert laboratory as she straightened her thick, black business-nerd glasses over the contrasting bright-blue of her eyes. She wouldn't require his help inside; everything she'd need would be waiting in its proper place for her, easily accessible in an organization system she couldn't help but be proud of. Emilia Hope was a serious woman. She had been a biologist at the facility for over three years now, and was sure she would soon get the promotion she deserved.

Despite having her own separate area in the lab, she was often still relegated to doing grunt work and some of the more dangerous projects. Because of this, her section was shielded from the rest to prevent any radiation or poisonous gases from leaking in the event of an accident. And for that reason she would be able to take her current charge, a vial of shiny, disgusting fluid, directly to her own station and get right to work analyzing it.

The truth is she only wanted her assistant in 'the field' with her in the first place to help her feel more comfortable around the man with whom she was temporarily assigned to work. He wasn't a biologist himself--he wasn't a scientist at all. Patrick was a paranormal investigator. A true 'lights in the sky', 'the truth is out there', 'beam me up' type; or something--she didn't watch much television.

At least that's what she expected him to be like. But throughout the entire trip he had only come across as mildly eccentric at worst. He was far more normal than the couple they were questioning about their alleged UFO experience. "We seen't the saucer," reported the old man. "It landed just past the barn yonder, and was off straight into the air again by the time we came around with the flashlights. Mornin' come, we found this slick out here. No doubt they were aimin' to blight the livestock."

"That's if'n it weren't our own selves they were after." added the man's wife wisely. "They'd just as soon take people for their unearthly experiments given half a chance." The man nodded.

The dark blue fluid was pooled on a very small section of ground that had been baked solid by something very hot, very recently. Emilia suspected a hoax. As she bent over the puddle, pushing her round cleavage up above her partly unbuttoned lab coat for Patrick--she couldn't help herself; the 'believer' was fucking hot--the liquid rippled. Just the wind of course. But Patrick seemed interested in the movement--both movements. The hard earth made it particularly easy to collect up the small puddle and store it safely in the large vial they'd brought for the purpose. Patrick had politely explained to the couple that they shouldn't let their imaginations go too far just yet. He'd seen stuff like this turn out to be nothing time and time again, but he'd be sure to let them know anything he could learn about the substance.

At first the assignment had made Emilia angry. Apparently Patrick had some connections, some strings he could pull with the higher-ups at the lab--her bosses. She had been the obvious choice for the humiliating job. But readjusting her tight no-nonsense blonde--except at the roots which were darker--ponytail, her full, bright-pink lips smiled curiously as she walked through the halls and up the steps to the second floor and tapped in the pin to the door of her work area, wondering if she shouldn't try to ask Patrick out. She might not want to be seen in public with someone of his... unscientific reputation.

She wore her lab coat often outside, and almost always inside the lab, but took it off now thinking maybe Patrick would like to see a bit more. He had been the perfect, polite gentleman throughout the trip, and looked just the part of a sexy detective in formal attire complete with a long sleeved button up shirt and tie. And, unlike most men, he seemed to take her seriously as a professional despite the hourglass figure she was sure he could easily make out under her coat. Hanging it by the door, she removed the vial and placed it carefully on her desk.

Having dirtied his own formal attire in the mud behind the barn, Patrick was changing into a second set of clothes he had kept in his car. She was down to her own white button up shirt--short-sleeved--and black business skirt--almost knee length--each of which was wrapped tightly around two very obvious and very sensual womanly curves. She undid one more button of the shirt so the edge of her black lace bra, already somewhat visible through the white top, was just showing above and between the loose, hanging collar.

Biting her lip, she waited nervously to see his reaction. Would he stare? Would his jaw drop? Would he barely stammer a sentence out? When the door beeped she walked over to answer it with an air of nonchalance, determined to show complete indifference to her own state of dress. She pressed the button and the door slid open. And she stared. And her jaw dropped. And she barely stammered a sentence. "Welcome ba... kwee... have a lot, here... um, a lot of work to uh, to get to." She was staring at his shorts through the whole sentence as he nonchalantly showed complete indifference to his own state of dress.

The off-white shorts must've been tennis shorts from the eighties--and the smallest pair he could find at that. The only difference was that the dark-green linings at the lower hem of these shorts were tighter. Wrapped around his thighs, it was a good thing they were tight or she was certain his long dick would be hanging out from the bottom now. As it was, instead of aiming down his leg and out to freedom, it was bunched up on his left hip at nearly a ninety degree angle, over from the base, then straight down to the hem. Veins and mushroom rim, every interesting detail, showed forth clearly through the tight linen, down to each of the few wrinkles in the large sack ornamenting the opposite side. He wore a brown tank-top above with one word on it in capitals--'TITTIES'.

Emilia was flustered--both from the sudden heat in her body, and from the realization that Patrick was a complete douche bag. What kinda person would flaunt their parts like that? she thought. She glanced down to her own cleavage. But Patrick's part was much more defined than hers--and that immature shirt.

She adjusted her glasses. "Well then, let's check out our goo. I mean the uh, the substance." She turned and headed to the desk.

Patrick was polite enough not to mention the unintended innuendo as he followed behind. Instead he simply replied, "Wow you got a really nice rack!"

She stopped dead and turned. "What?!"

"You have great tits. I'm glad you decided to let em breath a bit."

She took too long deciding what to scream at him, until she remembered the sway he somehow held with her bosses. "That's not!... You!.... Th-thanks, I guess. We should probably get to work and get this done with though, don't you think?"

"Oh I don't know. I don't mind spending a little extra time here if it means I can watch you moving that body around."

"... Well I'd like to get out of here as soon as possible if you don't mind." She turned back to the desk and poured the vial into a large, clean petrie dish, eight inches wide and less than an inch high. He was too much for her to think about right now. He would obviously fuck her if she wanted him to. She would certainly never go out with him now of course... she was pretty sure she didn't want to fuck him anymore either... probably. Doing her best to clear her mind, she applied multiple tests to the substance--light, UV, different sound waves, and so on--none of which had any effect, while Patrick circled around her, making occasional noises of approval over her form.

When nothing worked, Emilia leaned forward on the desk, exasperated. "I know," said Patrick, "we could try direct stimulation." He quickly pressed his downward vertical bulge deep between her pronounced butt cheeks--as deep as he could through her tight skirt--and slid his hands under her shirt from her waist, up her belly, and right up to cup the underside of her bra.

"Oh my god! What are you doing?!" In her shock, she lurched and popped the top two closed buttons off of her shirt, completely exposing her bra. She pushed him off but before she had time to say or do anything more, the substance rippled in front of them.

"Did you just kick the desk or something?"

"No I didn't."

"Are you sure? You jumped in surprise at the size of my cock."

"I did not jump at the size! I only jumped because of where it was. Not to mention your hands. Your cock is not...." She glanced down at it a few times while talking. "It's sma... it's.... Fuck you! I'm sure I didn't kick the fucking desk!"

"Ha, ha. Okay I didn't mean to offend your female sensibilities. If you say you didn't kick it, you didn't."

"You didn't mean to offend....?"

"Look, if you didn't kick the desk..."

"I didn't!"

"Well then that means the alien responded to what we were doing. Right?"

"Of course not! There is no alien. The substance responded to... to something we have to figure out, that's all."

"Alien or not, it responded to us. Look lets just..." he grabbed her tits from behind but she immediately turned and pushed him back. "Look, I'm serious. Let's do what we did before and see what happens? Then we'll know and I'll shut up about it huh?... C'mon it'll take ten seconds, twenty at most."

"Oh my god, fine whatever. Hurry the fuck up." She bent over the desk and he positioned himself as before, hands under her shirt, only now he was squeezing her full bra and rubbing his cock up and down between her ass cheeks."

"Do you have to do that?"

"Can't hurt. There! It's rippling!"

"That's barely anything. Nothing like last time." She leaned in closer for a better look and a dark gray-blue tentacle shot out of the dish and went for her shirt. She jumped back gasping as the tentacle succeeded in ripping one more button from her top, and receded quickly back into the shiny ooze. "What the fuck?!"

The man stood back laughing, "Ha! Alien! I told you so!"

"That still doesn't prove..."

"Oh no? Okay. How about this." With only a few buttons remaining to hold her shirt together, he easily ripped the whole thing off from behind.

She turned and began to yell for her shirt but stopped at the clear thought of a new voice. "Beautiful female human, I cannot come forward without your help. I need you to massage precious life energy back into me."

As she stared at Patrick, wondering if he heard also, he confirmed as much by telling her she had better do it if they want to learn anymore about this thing. He then motioned at the goo she was turned away from. "Penis."

"What?" She turned around and there indeed, hanging over the edge of the petrie dish, was a gray-blue, three-inch long, skinny, flaccid alien penis. It was similar to a small human penis, including a rimmed head, except that even limp, it appeared jointed like a finger. She stared at it a good long moment processing. Finally she spoke up, no longer able to deny the extra-terrestrial's existence. "Don't be ridiculous, Patrick. We can clearly speak with it now." She addressed the petrie dish, "We only want to talk to you, possibly help you. We want to know why you're here and..."

"I require energy. I can waste no more on communication until you have restored my body. I beg you, help me." She tried explaining to it that what he was asking just wasn't proper, but got no response.

"'Not Proper'," echoed Patrick. "This is it's life we're talking about. Surely you can stand a little hand-job to save this things life?" He shuffled up next to her and started rubbing a big ass cheek. "A little massage is nothing, see? Don't you want to learn about it? How about that promotion you mentioned wanting?"

"I told you that when you were still acting like a civilized human being. Get your hand off my ass." He switched to the other cheek as she continued. "I don't see why I have to be the one to do it anyway."

"Really? You don't notice a big difference between us?" He rubbed his bulge in her cheeks again to remind her. "Women are made for this. He knows it."

"Your an idiot. Stop that." He let go with his hand but continued rubbing with his dick. "Fine," she conceded, "I'll do it. You stand over there!"

He left off rubbing and moved over to her left side. "Lift it up with one hand and rub it under the head with your other..."

"What the hell is wrong with you?! I know how to give a hand-job!"

"Good to know."

"It's never gonna help you."

As though it was her intention all along, she lifted it up and rubbed the underside of the small mushroom's rim and it soon began twitching--a mechanical twitch occurring mostly in the 'joints' of the unappealing blue cock. Each twitch brought not only length, but flexibility as well, and as she began to stroke it, it curved every which way, and she struggled to predict which way it would point next. Luckily the shine seen on the liquid substance, translated into slip on the solid, or she didn't think she could have made the wagging appendage very happy at all.

'Predicting' the way the little dick would curve--at full length it was still only four and a half inches--turned out to be unnecessary. By focusing more on any one side, she could usually coax it into turning that way. Thus she began to make the ticklish prick calm down until she was able to give it a proper 'massage'. When a new, subtler, twitch began, one that alternately contracted and extended the shaft with increasing speed, she coaxed it over in the direction of Patrick.

By the time his suspicion regarding the cock's new mechanic became a full fledged thought, the creatures cum--neon green and more opaque than a human's--was in the air describing an arc that was destined to land somewhere on his face. It missed his mouth.

But Emilia was immediately cracking up. "Hah, Oh my god! I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't know, really. Hah ha!" He was furious, cursing her and yanking her bra down while she continued laughing. He yelled saying she did it on purpose, and his mouth ended up spending so much time open, that when they both noticed the full, four foot tall, alien body standing in front of the desk, his mouth was full of cum anyway.

They stared at the familiar being. He was the spitting image of the classic 'little green man'--big eyes, slit mouth, tiny two-slit nose, holes for ears, pointy chin, etc--, except he was a light blue-gray, like the penis he still retained, and which, spent now, hung a mere two inches in front of slightly darker balls. The little balls were so tightly bunched up, that the tiny dick--and tiny dicks never hang straight down--actually extended ever so slightly farther down than they.

"My great thanks. I would not have been able to manifest without your assistance. But I'm afraid it is not over." Emilia was putting her bra back up over her tits. "Please voluptuous earth-woman, leave your garment down."

"I certainly will not. You're here now, I see no more reason to embarrass myself further. You should be thankful..."

"I am most thankful. But this is only my first solid form. Without more energy I will whither in no time. This solidity will flake away becoming irretrievable forever. I must attain the third and final form of my being within the hour if I am to live. I must insist. If you continue to help me I will answer every question you might pose. But if you refuse, then I must for my own sake refuse you as well, in the hopes that in time you will be convinced to return to my continuing aid."

"I refuse." Emilia twisted trying to hold her bra up as Patrick angled around attempting to pull it back down. The alien sadly dipped a hand into the petrie dish, and he poured in.

"What the fuck? It just wants to see your tits! Great tits by the way." He was still trying to get a better look, pawing at her shoulder straps and trying to maneuver around to the back clasp, while she turned left and right. "I only caught a glance actually. Were those tear-drop nipples?"

"'Tear-drop?' No. Stop it! Hands off!" Tired, he backed off and she went on. "I'm serious. It's not gonna stop at my bra, and you know that. 'Three forms?' I don't even know what that means and we can't even ask it cause it won't talk until we agree."

"Well I already agree."

"He hasn't wanted anything from you!"

"Well I heartily agree to seeing more of you then."

"This isn't funny!"

"And I definitely wouldn't be laughing. Look at your body. Fuck!" She watched him rub his cock up and down over his shorts, and fondle the balls on the other side, while he kept talking. "But there's a lot more at stake here too. The first recorded conversation with an alien life-form? This was a lucky find. No one's gonna get another chance like this for a long time. This is gonna change the whole world. You want to be thought of as a scientist? You think your bosses are gonna like you fucking this up? And don't forget my connections. I'm sure not gonna pretend it ain't your fault when all you had to do was show some skin!"

"You're an asshole! What if it wants... more than that?"

"I would. You're the perfect fucking sex toy! I can't have a single thought about you that doesn't involve what your insides feel like! I want to be in every one of your holes at once! And look at your put-a-cock-in-me face!" His dick was rock hard now as he continued rubbing it, and pointing directly to the left in his shorts, until it had to curve back slightly, having extended farther in that direction than the rest of his body. "You are so much more woman than most. Bam, Toy! Toy! Toy!" he indicated her various parts. "You're in this world to please cocks lady, everything about you screams it."

"That doesn't exactly turn me on dumb-ass!", she yelled. "You're the most misogynistic, sexist man I've ever known!" She repeated a few more times in her head--cause she was so sure about it--It doesn't turn me on. It doesn't turn me on. She looked down at her feet. "What if it... what if it actually tries to fuck me?"

"God, I would love to see.... ah, fine. Look, I'm sure it won't come to that. He's an alien right? He can't need anything specific, just sexual energy. We can find a way to steer clear of anything too... embarrassing, huh? We can try anyway."

She watched him casually play with his balls a little more. "Okay," she barely mumbled.

"What?"

"Let's get the little martian out here."

"Oh I highly doubt he's a martian. Martians have a...." She glared at him. "Never mind." To the petrie dish then, "We're ready to play along little dude, anything you want. Bring your finger dick back out here man!"

The alien poured out from the dish in precisely the reverse fashion of his recent entrance. Standing in front of the desk, he thanked them for their cooperation, expressing his own hopes that it wouldn't take too long. "Human male..."

"Patrick. She's Emilia."

"Patrick, remove Emilia's top garment."

"I can take off my own bra, thanks."

As she reached back the alien held his hand up. "Stop. Please. My way will produce the fastest results. Patrick, if you will."

"Fuck yeah." He unclasped Emilia's bra as she rolled her eyes, and he lifted it over her head, so that her breasts would be lifted with it, dropping back down into place for the alien's viewing pleasure, and he threw it far behind him. Emilia blushed a bit as her tits bounced and bobbed into their natural resting position.

Her pink areolas, almost as bright as her lips, were not tear-drop shaped. But they were very oval, with the tops almost coming to a point unlike the smoother bottoms. They were also tilted drastically, tops out, bottoms in, more so on the left which was at a full forty-five degree angle. The bumps on the left were numerous and spread evenly across the entire disc, while those on the right were fewer, and gravitated toward the center with the nipple itself. The actual nipples were as bright as her lips, and though wide enough to draw attention, and reaching far forward off the surface of her skin, were neither rounded nor cylinders, instead rising gradually rather like a remaining high plateau from an otherwise crumbled mountain. Each smooth breast was almost perfectly round, with just enough droop--less curved on top and bulging out slightly at the sides of the bottom--to show that she was not in reality a perfectly made sex toy, but a very real--and very embarrassed--breathing woman. The alien penis twitched and turned and stretched above the tight balls.

Seeing the alien's amusement, Patrick was behind Emilia in moments, with one hand under each boob, and bouncing them in turns as though comparing their respective weights. Her hands moved up to stop him but the alien motioned her to let him continue. "You like this man? Come on over and check em out yourself." Patrick held them both forward for the creature as it stepped closer and reached up. "She should probably get on her knees for you huh? Make it a lot easier." He pushed her down as he was saying so.

The alien weighed them in each hand as he saw Patrick do, until Patrick put his own hands around the alien's, "Squeeze," and did so with him. "These things are made for us to play with. Have fun man. Why don't you pinch her nipples?"

"Um, please be carefu..."

"Squeeze em hard, go ahead, they like it."

"Ow. Okay, not so..."

"Twist em around now, farther."

"Shit! Fuck, Patrick! C'mon!"

"Okay, okay. She wants to try titty fucking now."

"Oh my god!"

"That would be most pleasant," replied the alien. "Please, lower yourself further for me."

Laughing, Patrick 'helped her' into a cross-legged sitting position on the floor and holding her upper arms, thrust her chest forward for him. He grabbed her boobs from the sides then and pushed them in, "Here you go dude, put your little cock between these sexy things. Yeah, enjoy. You get to fuck one of the nicest pair of titties I've ever seen."

Emilia was annoyed--not to mention proud of her own breasts. The alien's slick penis slid easily up between them, curving around one then the other.

"Go ahead and poke her in the chin with it you can. Nope, too small. That's ok. Can you slap her face with it I wonder? Take it out of her tits and try." Before she could interject, the alien was holding his dick and thwacking her on the mouth with it. "Don't use your hand, man, just wave it back and forth as quick as you can with your hips."

The wet slaps came rapidly as Emilia closed her eyes and lips, and tried leaning back away, but Patrick was right behind her. "Fuck you... ah... Patrick! You don't... fuck... have to instigate so fucking much!" The slaps weren't hard, but they were humiliating as he held her in place.

Even the alien realized the woman was angry and he stopped. "Patrick, come here. Emilia did not like that. You will now suffer your own embarrassment or I will return to my liquid state. Emilia, you may expose his private parts."

Emilia realized the alien wasn't just playing a perverse game at her expense--he really did require the sexual energy. He was actually quite kind and she was thankful--for that and for the sight she was finally gonna enjoy after having tried so hard not to pay attention to it. But as she stretched out the tight waist of his shorts, struggling--and barely succeeding--at pulling out the hard nine-inch cock, followed by two balls that while themselves large, were somewhat dwarfed by the thick rod above them, she knew Patrick would be enjoying this even more than she was. And he certainly wouldn't be 'embarrassed'.

"Oh gee no. Oh no, what ever shall I do? Now my big dick is out waving around for Emilia to stare at,"--he was waving it, and she was staring--"Oh, I'm so embarrassed." Emilia looked up at him incredulously--and rather cutely--and went back to staring at his swaying member as the alien returned his to her soft bosoms. She finally tore her eyes away as Patrick moved slowly around her, but her attention snapped right back when both his cock and balls were plopped onto her right shoulder from behind, cock pointing straight forward to at least four inches in front of her face. Patrick suggested, "If that doesn't do it you could always try a blowjob."

She looked up in shock, with her mouth open, and he smiled back down at her and shoved his dick head in. "Yes I agree Emilia," he said. "A demonstration would be helpful, thank you. Now she'll be moving her head up and down trying to get as much in her mouth as possible... go ahead and demonstrate Emilia." She kept looking at Patrick's eyes, her brows furrowed, as she slowly sucked his dick for him and the alien continued with his use of her tits. "I'm sure she'll want to see if she can fit both balls in her mouth too... right Emilia? ... Right?" She sighed and turned her head sideways to suck on his balls while he began rubbing his dick all over the side of her face and jerking it off.

"I believe I'll try the blowjob," the alien responded after a thoughtful pause.

"Alright, well she's gonna have to get on her hands and knees then. It would be too uncomfortable for her otherwise with your short stature."

"What?" she blurted, as the scrotum dropped from her mouth. "How would that be more comf..."

"You'll see. It'll be great. C'mon, bend forward, C'mon hands down... here we go. Okay now just look at how those round tits swing down there." He shook her left and right to swing them. "And look how easy this is gonna be. Go ahead and put your dick in her mouth." As she puckered her thick lips, and her small mouth allowed the wet and wriggling penis in, Patrick rocked her backward and forward to help. "Let me get a better grip here." He put his hand up her skirt and under her panties, shoving his thumb in her pussy and cupping it, while his other hand got a firm grip on her left breast.

Emilia took her mouth from the alien cock, "Patrick, what the fuck!"

"I'm only trying to help, I gotta get some handles. You should be focusing your beautiful little mouth on our friend here. He only has a short time to get this done right?"

The alien agreed, "Less than an earth hour now. It is very urgent that we continue, please Emilia."

Emilia took her angry eyes from Patrick and went back to the wagging penis with his help, giving only one further grunt of disapproval when he began to remove the thumb on the backward swing, and plunge it back in each time he pushed her forward over the little dick.

Patrick's thumb left her hole and his hand found the button at the top of her skirt. "You should hold her head still around your cock man. Sometimes it's difficult for them to maintain composure in these situations. Hold tight now."

"Naingtaing congkosure?!" But the alien already had a tight grip on her head, holding his cock deep inside--the full four-and-a-half inches anyway. She struggled to keep her arms straight up, holding her torso off the ground as Patrick ripped her skirt and panties off in one quick move, pulling her lower body from the kneeling position into the prone and displaying the sexy expanse of her wide and round, but somehow still very cute, naked ass to the two happy viewers.

Unable to remove her head from the alien's surprisingly strong grip, Emilia struggled to bring her legs back under herself, and to pull herself up some holding onto the strange being's 'hips' to do so, finally sitting her pretty butt on her calves in the classic praying pose.

After some time enjoying the new position, the alien realized that her lack of composure had not been due to her work on his member. The intensely erotic movements she was performing on it now were actually an attempt to take the dick out of her mouth and say something. "Emilia, do you not like what Patrick has done?"

He continued holding her head but had given her the room to let his penis leave her lips--it still wagged and rubbed all over her face of its own accord--as she looked up at him with wide eyes and a red face, cutely, fully aware that every curve of her naked body was under Patrick's scrutiny. "Well, he... he didn't ask you know. I had no warning... I didn't really have time to decide..."

"Patrick, from now on you must give Emilia fair warning before you do such things. Now come here by her side and receive your punishment." Patrick joined the alien in pressing his dick onto Emilia's face from her left. "Back up, Patrick. Emilia, remove his lower garment."

Emilia sighed. Another 'punishment' he would enjoy. The alien released her head so she could do as instructed and Patrick stepped out of his shorts as she lowered them.

"Take his penis in your hand." She squinted up to see Patrick's wide grin aimed right back at her, and took the shaft holding it straight out and keeping a shrug on her face. "No, the tip. Hold it against his abdomen. Yes. Now punch his balls."

Patrick covered himself and backed up as her fist started to fly. "Whoa, hold on a sec. We don't really have to do that do we?"

"C'mon Patty," she smiled, "We have to do what the fella says or he'll go away forever. Right?"

"That is correct," replied the alien. "You must do these things as well, or the effect will dissipate. Please, step forward and remove your hands. Place them behind your back."

He cautiously did so with a worried look down at the still beautiful, but now also sinister smile awaiting him. She held his cock-head to his stomach and surveyed the display. Looking back into his eyes, she lifted the penis as high as she could, bringing his hanging balls up a measure along with it to be propped out in front, and watching his eyes widen as her own smile did the same.

"Now Emilia, there's no need to let your womanly emotions... I mean 'a woman scorned' and all, Fuck! Fuck! Shit!" She'd pounded him hard and fast three times. Each testicle got the full attention of its own blast. The third swing was an uppercut so she could watch them in motion as he attempted to retreat. She held tight to his mushroom, and as his body tried to curl up, he stumbled comically down into a ball on the floor beside her while she giggled loudly in unabashed delight.

The alien too seemed pleased. "Good. You may let go of the penis now Emilia."

"Huh? Oh yeah. Sorry." She released Patrick's softening cock and he rolled away moaning. Collecting herself, she looked back to the alien, "Thanks," and went back to the excited little dick to show her gratitude there as well. She wanted to see if she could put both tight balls in her mouth, and stroked his shaft sensually as she easily fit them in and massaged them with her tongue.

Patrick slowly stood, hunched and holding his balls with both hands while the flaccid, but still thick, six inches of his dick hung over his hands, bobbing and swinging as he lurched with each step. Watching to her side as he approached, Emilia laughed around the smaller balls in her mouth.

"Hey man, uh, mister alien, I was only getting her ready for you. You can't really enjoy a woman the right way without using her pussy, you know. And how is her punching my balls supposed to help you transform anyway?"

"She enjoyed it."

"Of course she did. She's an evil, vengeful woman. But don't you need sexual energy?"

"She very much enjoyed it sexually."

"Oh.... She did huh?"

Emilia coughed and took the dick from her mouth, turning her head away to finish clearing her throat. Embarrassed again, she hoped the alien could simply sense such things, but glanced down below to the floor between her legs to make sure it wasn't wet--she hadn't made her enjoyment visible herself. She looked back over to see that Patrick's cock was already half hard again from the news and it continued to grow at her as she watched.

The alien broke the silence. "The vagina then, is the same as with us. It is where the penis is meant to go, not only for reproduction but for pleasure as well--though I have enjoyed the 'titty-fuck' and the 'blowjob' immensely. Is this how you feel as well Emilia? Do you use your vagina for sexual pleasure?"

"Well yes, of course, but..."

"Then it is agreed. We will do sex. Certainly there is no more direct a way to acquire the energy I need."

She failed to respond coherently as the alien continued talking, expressing his gratitude to her, and as Patrick pulled the desk chair over, explaining that he would show the alien the most useful position to use, given the height discrepancy between them.

Patrick sat down on the chair himself. "She'll have to sit on my lap of course," and before she could protest, "You do want this done the best way possible I imagine?" The alien confirmed this was what he wanted and Patrick looked at Emilia with a smirk. "You know, people lose most of their body's moisture through keeping their mouths open like that. Come on, have a seat here." He tapped his thigh.

She closed her jaw, squinted her face, and walked over. She looked in his eyes and shoved his hard dick up against his stomach. It wasn't gonna be between her legs with the other one when the action started. She sat down on the thigh he'd tapped, feeling the hard rod along her back.

"No, no. Not that way. You gotta turn around. Straddle both my legs."

"Excuse me?"

"Look, this is how it goes. This is what our friend wants. I promise, you'll see."

As she got up and turned, he closed his legs tight, pulling his balls up first and resting them on top. She straddled both legs as instructed before moving his dick out of the way. As she moved it now, she brushed it forcefully over the--admittedly wet--pink inner pussy lips that hung out past the tighter, smoother outer pair, before she leaned the cock back onto his belly button, out of the way--just to show him what he wouldn't be getting into himself. Then she lowered the lips onto his balls and sat with her tits in his face. His cock throbbed against her own stomach as she kept her eyes on his, the disdain of suspicious rivalry on her face.

"Okay, put your hands around the back of my neck." He put his own hands under her knees and lifted her feet off the ground. "Now you'll have to let yourself slide down quite a ways. Go ahead, for our friend." As she slid, her tits rubbed down his face and neck and onto his chest while her wet pussy moved off his balls and down almost to his knees. "Keep going." His hands moved from her knees to her calves, which he held tight to his sides, as she slid farther down presenting her wide, spread cheeks to the alien and bringing her big, soft tits around Patrick's big, hard dick until the mushroom head poked out from the cleavage.

"Good now move your left hand down over my arm to hold your own leg where it is. Keep the right hand tight to my neck." He leaned forward then forcing her to curve her back in, her face looking directly up into his, inches from it. He moved his newly free hand down to her ass, in the process raising higher her left elbow that lay over it, and as a result her own leg along with it, which her left hand held. Her eyes widened as he stuck two fingers into her butt-hole and lifted the big ass up, curving her form even more and presenting the beautiful pussy beneath to their friend--in the least embarrassing way he could think of.

"Go ahead guy. Put your happy little dick in her right there." The dick slowed its fidgeting into a more controlled fashion as it aimed at the pretty lips, and touching, spread them out, before slipping into the soft hole where it again took up the erratic movements inside. At first the alien did no thrusting, his dick taking a moment to explore the new area around it.

Emilia stared up into Patrick's eyes knowing he could never understand the odd sensation she was feeling, and she bit her lip softly as his fingers began to add to it, themselves exploring the area inside her ass. He started moving them in and out only a moment before the alien did the same in her vagina with his own probe, and he kept pace with the other, the better to make her jerk his cock with her squeezing breasts as they were pushed up and down around it. Her face was pushed into his with every thrust and he soon began to kiss every little part of it each time, more frequently the pink lips on the perfect little closed mouth. She decided she didn't mind so much and shut her eyes to focus on how good everything felt--even if she was being treated like an object in the most blatant manner possible.

She had lost track of herself, and when she recoiled with a start, realizing Patrick's tongue had been in her mouth for some time, he seemed offended and pulled his fingers from her asshole. "Hey man, it helped you out when she enjoyed punching me in the balls right? Well look, I've got a much bigger dick than you huh? Maybe if I fuck her with it, she'll really enjoy herself and you can get on to the next phase then?"

"I'm sure it won't help him to put your dick in me, moron!" she yelled directly up into his face.

"Patrick is right."

"Fuck!"

The alien took his penis from her vagina. "The sexual pleasure you would feel from his girth would far outweigh anything you might receive from me in my current form. And, judging by the size of it, I will vicariously receive more pleasure through the experiences you each feel together, than I would through my own with you alone."

"Hey Emilia, did you hear? He said I have a big dick." She glared at him. "You know cause, remember you said..."

"I remember!"

"Ha, ha. Just making sure." He switched to a very fake sympathetic tone. "Okay, well if this is what he wants, I guess I have no choice but to put it in you."

"Oh my god. Fine, whatever. Let's just do it." She half climbed down, half fell off of him, and stood up with an air of dignity. She went over and took her lab coat from its hook next to the door and layed it across the floor a few feet from the chair before laying on it herself, flat on her back with her knees up and legs spread, and she held her hand up to take his. "But you can come down here and have me in a normal way."

Patrick walked over to waiting lady and spoke to the alien, "Okay, this is the most normal way to have sex. Pretty dull maybe, but it gets the job done."

Not bothering to take her hand, he grabbed both knees instead and lifted them high and wide, as she gasped, "Oh shit!" and slid, head and shoulders and lab coat, across the floor at him and her proffered hand flew back behind her head. There was no pause when his tip of his dick reached her body's womanly hole, though to his credit he took almost three full seconds to get his nine inches in. "Oh God! It won't all..."--but it did, all of it. That was the first thrust in. After that his cock was in and out many times over--the long lips around it pushed and pulled along--at a greatly multiplied speed that was made up of one part his own hip movement, and another of her body vigorously being used to mop the smooth floor.

She yelled for him to wait and he pulled his dick out of her and layed it on her stomach, which he still held in front of him like the world's prettiest cock-rest as it heaved up and down with her breathing.

Patrick smiled, "What's wrong?"

Catching her breath, "It's too... too big."

"It's too what?"

"Oh my god, fuck you."

He dropped her left knee and leg to dangle, and held the right one high up to his chest. "Ready to try again?"

"Oh fuck!" But he was back in sideways before she had a chance for a proper response. "Not! Ready! Yet! Shit! Fuck!"

He took his big dick back out again and lowered her to the floor. "You know we gotta show him how it's done right?" She turned over onto her hands and knees and began to crawl away cursing, when he grabbed both ankles and she repeated her earlier side, this time with face and tits on the lab coat. "Ah, of course she's right. Face down is much better for demonstration." He plowed deep into her, over and over, as she screamed obscenities and called for divine strength.

"Now, this position's great, cause when her pussy's got your cock all lubed up like this, you can slide right into this other little hole here." He did, barely slowing. It felt wonderful--for him.

"Oh my god! Get your fucking dick out of my ass you arrogant fuck!"

"I mean I know it's big, but is it really so big that you can't take it? Say my dick is so big you just can't take it and I'll remove it right away."

"Pull your way-too-big-for-my-asshole dick, out of my butt--Right! Fucking! Now!"

He let her slide off of it onto the ground and she slowly and angrily stood, this time with even less success at dignity. Her anger was replaced with something that looked exactly like fear as she raised her head to look in Patrick's direction.

"Emilia did not like that, Patrick."

He turned around laughing, but his face too was instantly covered in fear as he gazed up at the alien's second form. Apparently Patrick's big dick had done the job. The being before them was almost nine feet tall and muscled like an exceptional human male specimen but with extras packed into his long abdomen. His face had a certain almost-attractive character, as one might imagine a visage from a nightmare, creeping slowly from the shadow to at last prove smiling and friendly and to be put to helpful use. But this visage wasn't smiling.

From different areas of his still blue-gray skin, hung tentacles of varying length--each tentacle varied its length as he stood still. Most hung from his waist as a living skirt. Many currently shorter tentacles sprouted from and hung down around each shoulder. Still others pushed out and waved backward from along his spine and from around the crown of his head. One element of his skirt did not vary its length, and waved not in unison with those around it, but as a snake writhing and curling up to taunt its surrounding victims. This long, center hanging object, a thick entrancing penis, began lower than those around it, the bases of all forming a sensual 'V' down the front of the erotic 'covering'. Like the rest of his body--and unlike the sleek tentacles that surrounded it--it was surprisingly muscular. Almost too muscular in fact, it might have seemed the root of a blue tree if not for the wide-flared head that assisted it in giving one the feeling of an attacking cobra studying the prey with its one piercing eye.

"You should have warned her before you did that. Perhaps this will give her pleasure as before." Tentacles grew longer all over the alien's body and went for Patrick who was lifted into the air by his hands, immediately joined by his feet as other tentacles brought those up behind him and bound all four limbs together. Another wrapped around his waist, strapping his cock to it, and he was held up in front of and above Emilia's face, so that only the large testicles hung freely before her.

"What the fuck are you doing? Put me the fuck down!"

"You agreed to do anything to help me, Patrick."

"I didn't know..."

"You had no problem keeping information from Emilia."

"Yeah but..." A tentacle wrapped his mouth, shutting off the rest of his sentence.

"Emilia, you may punch the man's balls as many times and as hard as you like."

She looked back and forth from the mesmerizing creature to the vulnerable manly organs, before snapping out of her shock and turning her head up to the face of her furious antagonist. "You did agree asshole." A few quick jabs that had the balls comically bouncing about, turned into stronger round-houses amid the muffled yells of pain from above, before ending with a couple of balloon squeezing upper-cuts that left her hunched over laughing.

"Emilia, you lack arm strength." Her smile disappeared until the alien continued. "Allow me to demonstrate a proper punishment." He moved Patrick over near the desk, and swung him with such force in an upward arc that had he been off by an inch, the man would've broken bones. But as it was, every part of his body barely missed the hard, flat edge of the desk top--or almost every part of his body. His free swinging sac was not so lucky. The maneuver was copied in reverse and forward again repeatedly, picking up speed and force. More than ten times his balls were slammed hard against the heavy un-moving desk while his curses turned to yells and to screams.

Finally he was presented balls up in front of Emilia and the alien stepped forward to lift them in his tight grip. "See how red and throbbing?" Emilia nodded wide-eyed, having slipped slightly back into shock. "Now he has been punished."

He plopped Patrick down to the side, balls first, who crawled into the corner and curled up as he protested loudly. "You can't do that to people! You have no right..."

"It is no worse than what you've done. Be silent." Patrick continued muttering to himself as the alien went back to the woman. His big, strong hands covered both breasts completely as he squeezed them and moved them around her chest, and she looked up at the god-like creature before her, with her beautiful blue eyes grateful and subservient.

As he began to fondle her nipples, multiple strong tentacles were layered softly across her back, her bottom, and behind her legs, over the calves and the backs of her thighs, and she was lifted up to his height in a comfortable seated position, biting her own lip softly in anticipation. His fingers never left their toys as other of the bands slid into place over her shoulders and down under her armpits, more wrapping around her waist, and he turned her almost upside down, head going back and ass coming up, until her legs dangled in front of her face, and her arms beneath her. "Perhaps I can help make this feel a little better."

Upside-down, she giggled observing Patrick huddled in the corner not ten feet in front of her, his whining at an end while he took in the new spectacle. Her ankles were pulled away to her sides, spreading her legs and her ass cheeks wide and the alien's long pointed tongue lapped over her butt-hole a few times before gently moving around the rim in an effort to massage any pain away. She closed her eyes as the tip entered, continuing to move in a circle and stretching each side farther out with every new pass. As her wet-again pussy let a drop run down onto her stomach, she looked again to find Patrick sitting up and rubbing his soft cock as it lay on the floor before him, ignoring his pain to focus on the show. Whatever. He'd taken his punishment. She smiled, "It's feeling much better now.... Deeper please."

The tongue went far in, almost as far as Patrick's dick had, and she squealed and started to rub her clit as he caringly licked far inside of her ass, easing away any residual pain. Her other hand found his strong, blue bicep when his alien lips encircled her asshole and sucked it into his own mouth, the tongue still inside and now fucking it, rather than caressing, and doing so slowly at first, but faster and deeper each time.

Replacing the thrusting tongue with a tentacle, he returned her to a seated position and it continued to pound in and out, sliding between the straps of her makeshift chair, and he let go of her beautiful tits with his hands to watch them jiggle about. Her head, which now leaned back in pleasure, was near his own as the chair straps began to be removed, as he rested her vagina on the wide tip of his upturned cock, allowing a portion of her weight to be supported by it. She slowly slid down around the three-inch wide stalk as the final tentacles were removed, leaving those around her shoulders and waist to assist with the balance, and those around her ankles keeping her feet high and her legs spread, while her sweet voice seemed to follow a high-pitched, and very off-key tune.

The tentacle in her ass hadn't slowed, easily readjusting its own position as she was lowered, and continued to do so after the remaining braces tightened and held her, the alien cock being more than half inside--almost a foot--and reversed until the wide rim was out again, cuddling with her own long lips, and her head was raised back up to the level of his own. He went back in the same way, faster and faster, jerking his powerful member with the sexy little human's tight hole, and watching her boobs follow the up and down path of her body a split second later than it.

When she screamed in ecstasy and her orgasm began to flow down around the inserted cock, he removed both parts from inside her, added some wrist straps, leaned her back and turned her over, stomach down, removing the bonds around her shoulders and waist. Her hands and feet being the only things still held, were kept far to her sides and the weight of her body pulled down and hung, still gasping in pleasure, as the tentacle was returned to her asshole, not thrusting now, but pulling and holding her ass up high, as the alien saw Patrick do with his fingers, to display the beautiful lady's prettiest part.

As the alien reinserted his cock into the wet entrance with a strong thrust, she swung easily forward and off, to return in the same arc, her own momentum impaling her back around it--as far in as it would go--until stopping, accompanied by a loud moan from her. He removed the cock and repeated this over and over, much like pushing a friend on a swing, except for the abrupt stop and accompanying whimper at the end of each short ride.

With every swing forward she came to within a couple of feet of Patrick's own dick, barely in front of and just above the tip, which was now hard again as he stood and stroked it, but she closed her eyes, too caught up in her own situation to consider the meaning... until Patrick's load hit her face. She opened them back up in confusion, only beginning to understand what had happened, when she returned in her forward swing to get a second spattering aimed directly at and into her mouth.

"Oh my goth," she spit, "What the fuck?! What the fuck is wrong with you?"

The alien set Emilia down lovingly on her feet, removing everything from around and inside her. "Patrick."

"Fuck, no, no! I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, she's just so hot. Please? I won't do it again."

"We'll let Emilia decide."

"Oh shit."

The alien wrapped two strong tentacles around each of Patrick's ankles, and lifted him swiftly into the air by them--his head only just missing the ground as he swung around upside-down--and pulling his legs open wide while another bound his hands behind his back. "Oh fuck, oh shit, oh God, fuck shit fuck!"

"Silence." Then to Emilia, "Please get the cylindrical object from the desk."

Emilia looked, "The flashlight? Silver, a foot long?"

"Yes. And bring the substance beside it as well."

"We call that Vaseline."

"Oh god no!"

She slowly walked over to it, glancing back in uncertainty, and returned to hand them to the alien. "Um, here you go. Uh listen, I know you want sexual pleasure. It's just, well, most women don't actually get any such thrill from a guy being, uh, you know... penetrated."

He took only the Vaseline, leaving the flashlight in her hand. "Please, humor me. If you think he deserves to be punished, then insert the object into his ass." He squirted the Vaseline on it. "Only if you think he deserves punishment."

"Now Emilia, I said I was sorry. It's only cum and you are a woman after all..." She put the end of the handle to his upturned asshole. "No, no, come on now. Women need cum on their face once on a while to..." She shoved it a few inches in. "Fuck! Fine, fine! You don't need cum on your face... like every other woman on the planet. No you're special, no cum for... Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" She rammed it in and out as a smile began to form on her face.

She pulled it out for a moment to watch his asshole close back up slowly, and shoved it in deep again, where she twisted it this way and that before removing it at an angle to hear a "pop" and looking up to the alien with a wide grin, like one learning all about a new gifted toy, the existence of which they had hitherto been unaware of.

"Tell me Emilia, do his balls still look as red as they should?" She punched them hard and let out one of her giggles."

"Ow! Emilia you're gonna be fired!" She reinserted the flashlight all the way. "Unh. I'm fucking serious! If you don't take it out right now, I'll use my clout! You know I can! You won't last another minute as a scientist!" She fucked him hard and fast with the flashlight while pounding his balls and his soft, flopping cock with her fist, laughing. She wasn't really aiming; too busy having fun. "You're fired!... That's it! Ow!... Done! Unh!... You're bosses are gonna, shit!... hear from me, your life is, fuck!... ruined, over!"

"Patrick, it's not nice to ruin a life for doing what was agreed upon. Though Emilia is very turned on by this," her grin didn't lessen as she nodded to the alien, "Perhaps it is not yet sexual enough." He motioned Emilia to remove the flashlight, while his own huge dick, the base of which was already higher than Patrick's asshole, plunged in, taking its place. It required no leverage of placement--it simply curved down into his ass, and curved back out the same way. A snake striking relentlessly down into its victim again and again.

"It's too big!"

Emilia's fingers were in her vagina as her other hand grabbed onto Patrick's big, soft dick. "You probably wouldn't want to be turned on while this is going on would you?" She started to rub it and looked down innocently into his face, "Oh, Patty, your cock is so big! How will I ever fit it in my mouth?" She barely did fit it, until it started to grow despite--or perhaps in collaboration with--the alien ass-fuck. "Oh your cock is the best! Can I fit these in?" She sucked his balls while continuing to jerk him off until it was hard.

"Hey, mister sexy alien man, could you maybe lower him down somehow?" The alien simply pushed him down causing his head and shoulders to bend in and his face to look directly up into that of the naked biologist he still somehow wanted to fuck some more. "Ha ha, that works." The alien himself knelt down to maintain his own reach.

She pointed his dick uncomfortably up, and sat her vagina down around it fast. He was hard as a rock, but his nine inches wasn't anything to her now, as he himself must've felt with the alien's large serpent still darting in and out. She bounced up and down on her little sex toy with her asshole landing on the sore balls each time, but with all his grunts and moans it would've been impossible to know which noise was about which action.

When Emilia came, it dripped all over Patrick's face. When Patrick fell on the floor a moment later, with his cock slipping out of her soaked pussy, she turned around sadly in search of the lost object. "What... the...?"

In place of her manly guardian, stood a tiny sky-blue alien female, not two feet tall, the only thing on her resembling tentacles being the thick locks that covered her head, falling down aside the round face to her shoulders like sensual fleshy hair. Her tits were each as big as her head--twice the size of her waist--and were dramatically pointed and aimed very high and slightly out, the nipples of which, including the soft areolas, took up a full two inches at the end of the spires. Her ass took up almost ninety percent of her lower half, each cheek at least as big as a breast, above wide but quickly narrowing thighs and almost non-existent calves and feet.

Somebody buzzed the door to the lab but Emilia was too distracted to notice. The voice in their minds now, as Patrick managed to stagger to his feet and survey the change himself in astonishment, was squeaky and innocent, and very feminine. "You must be the people who helped me transform. I owe you a great deal of gratitude. The trip through deep space that leaves my kind in the liquid form in which you most likely found me, damages the construction of memories as well. When we return to our final form after such a voyage, we have no recall of the events that took place as we progressed through each stage and shape."

"Wait a minute." Patrick was rubbing his ass as another buzzing was ignored. "You don't remember any of it?"

"The last thing I remember is crashing. I hope nothing undesirable took place." Big, round eyes dominated the face above the small slope of a nose and obtrusively tall and pouty, shiny-blue lips that themselves encircled a minuscule mouth that one would be lucky to fit a finger into. Patrick ran to swipe up the talking doll by the waist in one hand and shoved his still hard cock right in, finding the small mouth easily stretch out to fit him. His dick went all the way in, down the narrow throat and deep into somewhere in her torso, while her neck took on the size and the shape of the cock-head and every vein that passed through. His hand felt his own dick in her stomach.

"Oh my god!! Patrick! Stop! What are you doing? You're killing her!"

He didn't stop. He jerked his dick off with the sexy little creature while her legs, arms and tits flailed wildly. "You don't know what you did?" He gathered her arms and legs at her sides, stuffing the feet under the armpits, and continued to fuck her mouth using both hands to hold her and being even more forceful with his thrusts.

"Patrick, enough!... Oh my god, Patrick... your, your dick..." She pointed at the alien whose ass was spread out on her direction. Patrick's cock-head poked out of and stretched her tiny asshole now with each fervent ramming. He laughed evilly.

"Why are you doing this to me? I don't understand." The alien's cute, sad voice still came through mentally.

The plush little pussy was next, and the buzz at the door returned more urgently as he took his dick from her mouth, turned the curvy, still bound figure upright and rammed in, jerking her up and down his cock with both hands and looking into her wide confused eyes. Her tits slapped her face as she bobbed up and down helpless. "Well allow me to inform you then!"

"Patrick, stop!"

"Good Emilia, play along with me." The squeaky voice seemed to be in her mind alone as it elicited no reaction from Patrick. "Hide your clothes and put on your long coat." She did as told while Patrick was focused recounting some of the day's events for the little lady, fucking and polishing his knob with her, much as one might chalk up a thick and curving pool-cue.

"So let's see how you like a big cock in your asshole huh?!" He flipped her back over, face down and drove into it as the buzz came on again and held--someone must've assumed there was an emergency preventing the biologist from answering.

"Open the door, Emilia." She obeyed the voice and the alien lifted her head and opened her little mouth to let the dick poke out through her puckered lips as the door slid open and, among others, both of Emilia's bosses saw Patrick's big penis--impaled through the tiny blue woman--shoot a heavy load of cum onto the ground at their feet.

Patrick stopped his jerking and looked at them like a deer in a headlight, as the spurting continued. "No... no, no, no. This isn't what..."

Emilia's first boss spoke up, "Oh my god, Patrick what did you do?! Are you insane?!" The big, sad eyes looked up at the crowd over the dripping mushroom pleadingly. "Is that thing real? An alien? Why in God's name are you fucking it!? No, I don't want to know!"

Patrick pulled her off his penis and set her down, where she flopped onto her back and rolled around as if in pain. "You don't understand, she fucked me! I didn't want to, but she made me!" The crowd was in disbelief.

"Oh, how typical!"

"What an animal!"

"That poor little thing!"

"How could he do that?"

"Well look at her." All heads turned to this last speaker. "No, I just mean uh, that is..."

The alien threw up a hand dramatically, "Oh, I am ended!" and burst back into the puddle of goo she began the day as. Emilia mostly restrained the raising of an eyebrow and of her mouth's corner.

Her second boss broke through the group. "Get out of our facility, Patrick! Don't ever contact us again and don't expect any institution affiliated with us to ever work with you again!"

"But, but she..."

"Out!"

"And she...," he pointed to Emilia.

"Out!"

He picked up his shorts, glaring over at the innocent-looking biologist, and stomped out of the room and down the hall.

Her first boss spoke up again, "Emilia, I can't tell you how sorry we are. We had no idea Patrick could be like that when we agreed to help him. I can only imagine what he did to that poor girl before we arrived. And now she's dead."

The alien's voice was male again. "I'm fine, Emilia, as my memory always was. I can now change between forms at will."

"I hope you got to talk to it before... well, before. You'll be getting a promotion either way. First person to make real contact. But anything the alien might have said could be useful."

"I have much to tell you Emilia. Sensual woman, please take me to your home where your beauty might recharge me as need arises."

Emilia stammered, "Yes, yes she did. I just need some time..."

"Of course miss Hope, I understand. Please take all the time you need off from work as well. We'll be ready for your report whenever you're ready to give it."

"Thank you. I'm sure I'll be fine in a few days. I'll just dispose of this properly and head home." The crowd filed out and she rinsed out and held down her thermos to the floor as the goo poured itself in. "Hey, uh, what do I call you anyway? Sex-god?"

"You may call me what you wish. No one else may know of my continued existence. You will be my only human, and I your alien."

"Okay lover. Hey, baby?"

"Yes Emilia?"

"Try 'sex-toy'."

"Yes my beautiful sex-toy?"

"Do you have to recharge often?"

"Frequently, yes. But not nearly as often as I do. I always enjoy sexual pleasure. Take now for example." The small, hard dick of his first form sprung out and bent over the thermos' edge.

"Yay! That's what I wanted to hear!" She sucked his skinny, little, jointed dick for him--which looked like a long, thick, bendy straw--as she left the building waving to her coworkers and bosses.