Alien Exchange Program Ch. 03

Liquid sugar poured down Droos's throat. The drink, "soda" Maribelle had said, buzzed oddly in his mouth, but the syrupy sweetness of it made it more than worth it. Swallowing became a reflex as he chugged the saccharine beverage, the contents of the cup Maribelle had handed him rapidly disappearing. Maribelle watched his throat move, the individual muscles tensing and untensing with every swallow. Her previous folifodes were never so ravenous, not like this. Certainly, all her guests had behaved like starved coyotes when approached with human food, but none of them stuffed themselves so thoroughly. She smiled at her desperate little glutton as he reached the end of the cup, and let the last thin trickle of soda wash down his throat. Panting, the empty cup fell from his hands and rolled off the couch, to the floor.

Droos had never felt this full in his entire life. His stomach ached with the weight of all he had eaten, full beyond expectation. How he managed it was beyond him, but enough food for 6 folifodes now occupied his swollen tummy.

"Aww, all done there? You sure had an appetite, huh cutie?" Maribelle smiled at the nearly comatose, food drunk alien. In response, he let out a low groan as he rubbed his cramped midriff. Despite the pain, despite the overwhelming fullness, he felt oddly good. Very good, even, totally satiated and indulgently heavy. Still bundled in the thick blanket, he could feel himself drifting back to unconsciousness. He stared at the material of the blanket, touched it and felt its ponderous softness. It was a dark red, the color of molkian trees in the dry season where he grew up. Those same trees, he realized, were now quadrillions of miles away, so far that the light from them wouldn't reach him for another 1,000 years. He had left his planet before, but not this far, and never for very long: this was to stay, as best as he could figure. Struck by the sudden sense of distance, he clutched the blanket closer to himself.

Maribelle's giddiness at Droos's appetite disappeared as she watched the folifode's mood turn. She sat down on the couch next to him, suddenly much closer to Droos than he had been expecting her to get. "Are you alright?" she asked with genuine concern.

"Just a little homesick. I'm a little worried that I made this decision to come out here too quickly." He buried his snout deeper into the blanket, and let out a little burp. Maribelle smiled at that, and put her hand on his shoulder. Feeling her touch made him freeze, nervous around her in so many ways.

"Do you miss your family?" Droos shook his head at the question.

"I don't have any family," he replied, "They're all dead."

There was a long silence after that. Droos felt like he made a mistake saying that, though it was the truth. His family had died when he was young, and he didn't have anyone but himself. That burden was on him alone, and he didn't like to share it.

Maribelle didn't know what to say. She held his shoulder a little longer, and said "Is that something you'd like to talk about?" He shook his head again. After another silence, Droos spoke, "I had some friends for awhile, roommates and stuff, but no. Just homesick."

"Would you like a hug?" Maribelle asked. Droos looked up at her confused

"What's that?"

"A hug is where I wrap my arms around you, and hold you till you feel better." Her hand felt reassuring on Droos's shoulder. "It's helpful to humans, at least,"

He stared at her from his blanket. His ears, long and floppy like any folifode, perked slightly at the idea of this human's arms around him. He nodded shyly, and was immediately drawn into an embrace with the warm, comforting Maribelle. Droos, who was not much more than 3 ft. tall, found himself pulled face first into Maribelle's expansive chest. Having dreamt of being put in such a position by a human many times before on Molk, the sudden and dramatic wish fulfillment caused his brain to go blank, and his body limp. All he could process was the fuzz of her sweater, a spritz of perfume, and the decadent softness of her tits consuming him.

Maribelle smiled down at Droos, whose eyes had rolled back in their sockets. She was quickly finding a strong affection for this little creature, whose appetites were so beautifully conducive to everything she had planned. She squeezed him a little tighter, and got an adorable little moan as a prize. Though Droos was still dressed, his clothes were loose fitting and flowing, and so with the continued heavy cuddling came clear signs of growing arousal. Mirabelle felt movement against her leg, and giggled as Droos's quartapene slowly grew to a lazy erection. The dumb little sweetheart doesn't even notice, she thought to herself, and still holding him to her chest, picked him and his blanket up.

"I think it's time for you to go to bed darling," Maribelle tittered.

"Mmngg-" Droos mumbled, lost in mammalian pleasures. She carried him out from the sitting room, and up a flight of stairs. Every guest she'd ever hosted had stayed in the same room, and Droos would be no exception. It was at the end of the upstairs hallway, the door to his room visible from her's if she left her door open, just in case she ever needed to keep an eye on the little darling. As she opened the door to his room, she gave it a once over to make sure it was entirely ready for him. She had taken very lengthy measures to make sure it would be spick and span, totally free of anything left by the last occupant. The bed was freshly made and layered with cushy blankets, the pillows were clean and plump. She pulled back the sheets, and lowered Droos from her cleavage and onto the bed. Fully asleep, he still clung to the red blanket, holding it tight as she tucked him in. Laying there unconscious, Maribelle admired just how sweet and defenseless the folifode was, just like the rest. She bent down, and gave him a kiss on the forehead, before stepping out of the room and closing the door.

Descending back down the stairs, she pulled her phone out of her pocket. She turned the corner down the hallway, to the front door, and out into the open air. The sun had set hours ago, some time during the drive from New Jersey back to Pennsylvania. She dialed a number on her phone, and walked down the short path away from her home. Far from any city, the night sky was bright with stars, and despite how many times she had stared out at them, she still found the sight a spectacle. Her phone rang for a few seconds, and then connected.

"Hi, it's Maribelle." Her walk brought her to a large building, nearly concealed in the pitch blackness. One handed, she reached into her pocket for keys, and unlocked the door.

"He's here- yeah, asleep." Stepping through the door, she flipped on the lights, illuminating rows of bleary eyed cows. A few plaintive moos did nothing to slow her as she proceeded to the other end of the cowshed.

"He seems more than promising, definitely the most receptive we've had so far. Stuffed himself until he passed out- yeah, I think he's got a fetish or something. Well, whatever works, works." Reaching a padlocked cellar door, Maribelle squatted down, and held her phone to her ear with her shoulder. Pulling out a different key, she undid the lock, and pulled the heavy door open.

"I'll keep you up to date on his progression- the others?"

Down into the cellar she went; the light was already on, just as it always was.

"The newer one looks to have caught up finally, both should be ready by the time you arrive." She stared into the glazed over eyes of a folifode, which dumbly looked back at her.

"Alright, see you monday, buh-bye." Maribelle ended the call. Her two prized animals lay in placid lethargy at her feet, sucking mindlessly on the feed tubes she'd kindly bestowed on them. A constant flow of thick, fatty slurry full of sedatives and appetite stimulants fed into the two folifodes, who could do nothing more than sleepily swallow. Maribelle bent down, and began a thorough inspection.

Each one would have weighed in the area of 250 pounds (she hadn't done a proper weigh in for a few weeks), with the majority of that weight being the thick layer of fat that covered them completely. She felt along their flanks, down to their wide, meaty rumps. She pinched at their plentiful thighs, eliciting muffled moans from the two empty-headed cattle, before moving back up to their large, always packed tummies. At this point, their stomachs must have accounted for half of each of their body weight, beautifully round and firm to Maribelle's touch. The newer one, who had done so well in catching up, had three especially lovely pairs of tits descending their chest which Maribelle reached down and groped. She tugged at their nipples, expressing a few drops of an amethyst liquid, which she sampled with a lick of her fingertip. She crouched in front of the empty headed folifode, and gave them a big, sweet smile.

"How ya feeling sweetheart? Wanna leave now?" She pulled the tube from their mouth, causing the fattened alien's eyes to widen in desperation.

"More! More, please!" They begged, as Maribelle held the feed tube just out of reach of her needy mouth.

"Aww, are you sure? I think this might be your last chance to get out honey; after this, you'll be on this tube for the rest of your life~" The folifode's eyes rolled back in their head as they groaned hungrily at the thought.

"Please! Please! Its so good, so good, so good so good so good so-" Maribelle shoved the tube back in their mouth, and with a satisfied moan, they went back to drinking. Maribelle's smile relaxed off her face, replaced by an emotionless stare as she ascended back out of the cellar. The mooing of cows soon disappeared behind her as she left the shed, and returned up the quiet path to her home. She looked back to the sky, and watched as a star (another spaceship she reckoned) flew across the sky to the east. Watching it disappear over the horizon, Maribelle Buckley, cowfarmer and alien host, planned the next day's meals for her guest, and stood awhile in the dark.