Melanie's Conversion Ch. 03

CHAPTER 3: FRUSTRATION / TRANSFORMED

Melanie lay totally spent on the stone floor of the sub-basement room she had occupied with the Yorkun for... she giggled... for only God knew how long. Sure, the man upstairs knew, too, but he was no longer involved with what happened with the Yorkun. Not surprisingly, with the removal of the spying camera, the man had been left with a single recording of their interaction, but he never came down to investigate. It had been a topic of conversation between her and the Yorkun. He had set everything into motion and feared what might be occurring.

Melanie wasn't aware of the slow changes that had occurred in her since the Yorkun began his study of her. She now lay on the floor with legs splayed, volumes of fluid leaking from her holes between her legs while her fingers leisurely played over her constantly erect nipples, engorged clit, and wet and tingling pussy.

She knew the Yorkun was nearby. It no longer retreated into hiding and was almost always in a taller, more substantial form, easy for her to find and recognize. As her breathing slowed and her heart calmed, she raised herself to a sitting position, her legs spread in front of her as she rested back on her hands.

"I had wondered how much I could endure, Yorkun. It seems I can endure quite a lot," she mused to herself and to it.

"Indeed, my Melanie. I am pleased. I am very pleased."

She giggled to him, "Don't get ahead of yourself, Yorkun. Unless you are finished studying me and my responses."

"Not yet, my Melanie. There is still more." After a few moments of quiet between them, "Are you ready?"

"Not much time to rest," she sighed, still feeling the remnants of the last series of fucking. "What more can there be, Yorkun? I feel like I have been fucked thoroughly and completely." He only laughed in his way.

She watched the Yorkun approach. It was still so weird to watch its form move along the floor by its base flowing. She saw two cocks form in front of it. Cocks. That was the way she thought of them now. She was about to be double penetrated, yet again. It used either or both of her holes at will. Either or both provided her with so much pleasure. How long had this been happening? How many times had she been fucked? She knew it was an unimaginable number of times she had orgasmed. She also knew it seemed to be a long time since the only fluid she had to consume was what came from its cock shape climaxing in her mouth and throat. She felt no hunger or need for hydration. It said it was providing her with all the nutrients her body required to thrive. She noted that it didn't say survive but rather thrive. Her body seemed to be doing just that.

She felt her body had changed. Without a mirror for verification, she relied on feel and what she could see directly. The Yorkun had started her on a fitness regimen that included using itself as resistance to her effort. She felt physically stronger, noted it in her chest, arms, legs, and abdomen. Her back felt stronger. With it all, her increase in endurance was obvious. Her orgasms were still as powerful, but she blanked out rarely now, perhaps only after extended and repeated orgasm sessions. It seemed the Yorkun could be training her, and she was a willing, eager participant.

Sometimes, the Yorkun requested a position for her to move into. Was that a test of her willingness? Other times, it moved her. It seemed incredibly strong for a life form that often had no more substance than thick fluid. The Yorkun did not comment as it approached, so she remained as she was, resting back on her hands. She wasn't surprised when her feet were raised, and her legs folded, pressed back so her knees were alongside her head, her pussy and asshole lewdly displayed. Then its form covered her pelvis, upper body, and her face. Her mouth, too, she pondered? The answer came quickly.

"OH... FUCK!" exploded in her mind. An advantage of mental communication was that even as three cocks plunged into her pussy, asshole, and mouth simultaneously, she was able to respond. "Oh my... oh fuck... oh, Yorkun... what... are you doing... to me?!?" she gasped and moaned. Three long and thick cocks pummeled her holes. The cock in her mouth slid down deeper and deeper into her throat. Every muscle in her holes clenched around the invaders. She was wrapped securely in the Yorkun. She couldn't see anything, only the black of the Yorkun, but she felt it all intensely.

The cocks in her pussy and ass felt huge and drove deeper and deeper into her. She was amazed by the depth of the cocks that fucked her pussy. How could her body take such length and size? She sometimes felt that her holes could never recover, but they always did, even feeling tight shortly after when she probed with her fingers in ways she would never have believed of herself.

She orgasmed quickly, of course, by the sudden assault into her now highly responsive holes. Even her throat seemed to add to the orgasmic stimulation in her. The fucking, though, continued as it always did. Relentlessly fucked. The Yorkun was seemingly without limits to its ability and stamina to fuck her. She felt it climax, but it continued to fuck. Her holes filled with its fluid, and it continued. She orgasmed after orgasm. It climaxed after climax. And the Yorkun continued unrelenting, like a mechanical device; it continued.

Yet again, Melanie lay splayed on the stone floor so spent from orgasms she didn't want to even think about moving. She lay gasping and panting. She could feel the cum leaking from her mouth, only a small part of what had been shot into her mouth and down her throat. She could feel cum streaming from her gaping pussy and asshole, a large puddle of it between her legs and running along the insides of her legs along the floor.

"Melanie, I have an important question my analysis cannot discern. I require your response," the Yorkun said, disturbing her desperately needed moments for some recovery.

She held up a hand in the 'stop' signal and struggled to rise into a partial sitting position so she could rest back on her elbows.

"What is it, Yorkun?"

It was formed as he often was with her now: a large formless base, and a taller (3 or 4 feet) equally formless shape rising from the base. "I am interested in your experience. You originally came to the man upstairs for a way to get past your brain so you could experience pleasure." Melanie nodded weakly. She so wanted to lie back down. "Are these pleasures what you thought they would be?"

She sat up straighter, surprised by the question. They had had many talks regarding his study of her. This felt different, and the timing was odd, too. It normally allowed her at least some time for recovery.

"Yorkun, that's an interesting question. I don't see how it affects or pertains to the factors of your investigation and study, though."

"It doesn't, my Melanie. I ask to determine if you are happy with the results of what you have experienced. I have struggled with that particular determination. Has what you have experienced been what you anticipated? Are you pleased with what you have experienced? "

She watched the Yorkun for a moment, which seemed a fruitless task since there was nothing about it to display any form of expression she could interpret. She gave up, once again. She had learned before that the easiest way was to respond honestly and directly.

"No, Yorkun, this has not been what I had anticipated." There was silence for several moments before she knew she had to clarify the comment. "What I have experienced with you is so many magnitudes greater than my anticipation. I don't know how to qualify or quantify it any better, Yorkun, than that. It has all been amazing, wonderful, and extraordinary. If I haven't thanked you enough, Yorkun, I was just so overwhelmed with the experiences to do so."

"So... you are happy."

"Yes, Yorkun, I am very, very, very happy. Why this interest in whether I am happy? Are you in danger of violating your study protocol again?"

"It would appear so, my Melanie, but we are almost completed with the study. Only a bit more, a final test of my conclusions." Her look reflected her surprise. She supposed she always knew it would come to an end eventually. Then, what? It leaves, and she is left trapped in a stone room? "If you are happy, I have a favor... I think you call it... to ask of you."

"A favor from me, Yorkun? What could I possibly give to you that you couldn't just take?"

"You have been a study subject like none other, and I had such low expectations for your species at the start. You have amazed me. I have had to alter my study approach and expectations several times since you continued to exceed my expectations for your species. It is true, I suppose, that I initially prejudiced my study with a perception of your species. Later, I tried to guard against that as I studied you. I am very proud and fond of you, my Melanie. You honored me very early by giving me a name and using it. It is my understanding that in your species, it is common to use nicknames among friends. Am I correct in this understanding?"

Melanie stared at the mostly formless shape. She was surprised, shocked really, by his words. "You are correct, Yorkun. They are used as signs of friendship and often trust. Why, Yorkun? Why do you ask?"

"Would 'Mel' be an appropriate nickname given your name?"

Melanie scrambled to her knees, moving quickly to the Yorkun, and plowed into its shape. It yielded some under her attack. "Yorkun, yes! Thank you! But I like my name as it is. I truly appreciate the meaning behind your wish to use a nickname, though."

She felt overwhelmed. The Yorkun truly liked her and not just as a subject to be studied for whatever purpose she still didn't understand. Her own feelings welled up within her. Stockholm syndrome or real? She didn't care. How she felt with it, how it had made her feel, she believed she would never have. Not the sex, great as it was, but the connection, the sharing, and the giving.

It was stroking her entire bare body softly and not sexually. As she lay in its embrace, she slowly seemed to ooze deeper into it until she was again fully covered. In the resulting darkness of what it was, she heard its soft sounds so soothing and surrounding her. In only moments, the exhaustion she had felt earlier overtook her, and she drifted into the most soothing, restful, and peaceful sleep of her life.

* * * *

Her sleep had seemed almost eternal. Time had no meaning in the room, but the sleep had felt long and sound. She awoke more refreshed and excited to see what came next for her than she had ever felt. She was lying on the stone floor of the room, of course. She knelt quickly, expecting to find the Yorkun nearby. She scanned the room, but it wasn't to be found. She then rose to her feet to scan the corners of the room before moving directly to the one corner it had earlier seemed to come from.

"Yorkun?" she called out in her mind. "Yorkun, where are you? You said there was one more thing you needed for your study. A final test of your conclusions, remember? Yorkun?"

She stood staring up at the corner formed by the walls and ceiling, expectantly. Confusion flooded her. What was wrong? Where was it? She thought they had become friends. It said it felt that way about her.

"Yorkun? Did I do something wrong? What did I do, Yorkun? Please, talk to me. What is the problem?"

Nothing. She stood looking up, searching for any shifting shadows, any indication of its presence. Nothing.

She slowly turned and sank to the corner on the floor underneath its corner at the ceiling. She pulled her knees tightly against her chest and scanned the stone room around her. She again felt intensely vulnerable. She returned to the feeling of being naked and alone in the room. She held herself tightly, her mind struggling to make sense of the Yorkun's absence. It had said that walls didn't limit it, couldn't hold it. Why would it just leave her, though?

What might have been hours, if she had any way of discerning time, she was still wrapped in her confusion in the corner when something new crowded into her awareness. It had started slowly, almost not recognized at first. She released her knees, allowing them to comfortably stretch out before her. She slowly became aware that her mind eased from the confusion of where the Yorkun was to how her body was feeling, and that feeling had resulted in her fingers working before her mind made any connection.

Melanie slowly recognized that her fingers were teasing her nipples. She allowed the action to continue and added fondling of her breasts as she recognized the feeling of need her body felt, the emptiness in her pussy and asshole. Her fingers dipped down to her pelvis, her thighs parting, her fingers sliding over her clit and along her pussy. Her mind registered the slickness her fingers felt, the way her pussy had come to respond at the mere sight of the Yorkun. Her index finger slid easily into her pussy. She brought the finger to her lips, and she licked the juice from it. She added a second finger and thrust them as deep as she could. She again tasted her own juice and moaned deeply before thrusting three fingers into her pussy as her desire and need rose.

She produced several orgasms, but they were never like they were with the Yorkun, not even close. The Yorkun filled her holes so completely and deeply. Her clit throbbed, and her pussy pulsed with need and desire. Left to her own, she continued to masturbate as she leaned in the corner with legs spread obscenely.

Melanie masturbated and dozed. She finally stood and wandered the room, leaned against a wall, and thrust her finger back into her pussy. She orgasmed, but they always felt incomplete, insufficient. It was a cycle: she masturbated, dozed, and complained to herself for her inadequacy to achieve what she needed. She also pleaded for the Yorkun to return to her.

"Oh, Yorkun, where are you? I need you. I want you. I need to be with you."

A sense of what she desired crept into her mind as it worked out how she had evolved, transformed, with the Yorkun. Yes, desperately, she needed the fulfillment her body experienced with it, but there was more, much more. Yes, the physical was intense and powerful, but the other, the emotional attachment, was equally powerful. She felt bound to the Yorkun, and its absence left a hole in her beyond what she felt was her desperate need. Her body needed how it fucked her. Her soul needed the Yorkun. She was a species subject for study; she understood that. She began to understand that she had become subordinate to it, dependent on it.

She had no sense of how long she was alone in the room and desperate for the Yorkun, but it felt interminably long. Her eyes fell on the metal stands holding the glowing orbs that produced light and warmth for the room. She also noticed the three feet of the stands attached to the stone floor. The feet sat on metal balls, and similar ornamental metal balls were on top of each foot. She crawled to the nearest stand and shifted to sitting, and wiggled herself so her pussy was over one of the metal balls. She began rubbing her pussy over the ball, and it quickly shined with her dripping wetness. She shifted to press her clit against it and moaned loudly. She finally achieved an orgasm that way, but it still felt just as incomplete. She shifted more to press her pussy over the ball. She groaned as it parted her hole for the 2-inch diameter metal ball to enter her. Frustratingly inside her pussy but not deep and not at all satisfying. Awkwardly, with her legs wrapped around the stand, the metal ball in her pussy, she again masturbated her clit and nipples.

With yet another insufficient orgasm, she fell back onto the floor.

Her eyes flickered open. Above her was the glowing orb. Her legs were alongside the metal stand, but the metal ball had slipped from her desperate pussy as he had leaned back to the floor. She sighed deeply with the feeling of physical frustration and soulful loss of her Yorkun.

She shimmied from around the metal stand and leaned against the nearby wall when her eyes fell upon a black mass in the center of the room.

"Yorkun? Are you really there? Is that really you, or is my mind conjuring you out of desire for you?"

She received no answer. What she did receive was the black mass rising to a hump and two shaft shapes rising a full foot above the rest of it. Two shafts parted by inches and standing straight up.

She expressed no thought or uttered any sound. She scrambled to her knees and hands and threw herself over the Yorkun, aligned the two shafts to her pussy and asshole, rose slightly and plunged over them. Both shafts miraculously hit the targets as her body fell completely over them. She sat for a moment on top of the mass; her entire body from toes to her scalp tingled in response. She rose and thrust back down, over and over, faster and faster. The Yorkun added its own effort with the shafts thickening and lengthening. She orgasmed quickly with her holes finally filled again.

The Yorkun slowly flowed to encase her back, and turned her to her back.

"YES!" she cried out in her mind. "Do me, use me, fill me, Yorkun. I am yours. I am yours completely, willingly, and unconditionally. Please use me. Please make me yours."

Her entire body disappeared inside the Yorkun. The two shafts continued to fuck her pussy and asshole. Another formed to press into her mouth and down her throat. Her nipples and clit were tortured, and her entire body was stroked and caressed. She felt like she was being consumed by the Yorkun, and she was deliriously happy as her body quaked and shivered and convulsed in orgasm after orgasm after orgasm. She felt the Yorkun filling her holes and throat with its climax over and over, and still it continued until she passed out in deliriously unrestrained erotic overload.

* * * *

When light flickered into her eyes much later, she sat up abruptly in panic, once again fearful that the Yorkun wouldn't be there. She found the Yorkun right beside her, and she threw her arms around the formed mass.

"I am here, Melanie."

"I was so afraid before, Yorkun. When you weren't here, I thought I might go crazy, that I might lose my mind, if I lost you."

She held Yorkun tightly, and she felt it on her skin, somehow caressing her entire body that was pressed into it.

"You confessed a lot of things to me, Melanie."

"I did, yes, and I meant and still mean all of it. My feelings are mine, Yorkun, and not meant to pressure you. It is just how I feel. What you intend for me is yours to decide." They were both still and quiet for long moments. "Yorkun, you said there was a final test you required to qualify your conclusions. I am ready for whatever that test is."

With a chuckle, "You just experienced the test, Melanie. I needed to know the depth of your physical responsive needs and your connection to me. I am sorry for the fear it caused you, but it was the exact response I needed to verify."

She sat back, but her hands gently stroked over the form before her. "What does that mean, Yorkun? Your study of me is complete? What does that mean?"

"Yes, Melanie, my study is complete. It is time for you to understand. I came here by chance, curiosity as I mentioned before, because of the blind fumbling of that man. I did not expect to find the subject I require in this world from your species. I was merely curious."

She already had that sense from prior conversations. But it continued. As previously mentioned to her, the Yorkun are few, and the few that remain are scattered far and wide. Most have homes, but they are carefully kept a secret. They travel constantly to other worlds and realms. Because of their unique ability to move from one place to another almost instantly, they are highly sought after for special and intricate assignments.

"You said you were seeking a subject you required," Melanie inquired. "Was it an assignment. Am I, then, something you were looking for that is for another?"

"No, Melanie. I was seeking something very unique. You now know I am highly sexual. I am also very fond of voyeurism to the extent of watching dissimilar species mating. Melanie, in your time reference, I would be over 150 years old, which is not exceptionally old for a Yorkun. I tell you that because I have encountered many species that are also highly sexual. It occurred to me that it would be interesting to find a subject that might be equal to any other species regarding sexual gratification. That was the subject I was seeking, and it was wholly for my own gratification."

"Wait," Melanie interrupted, "you think you found that in me? Do I need to remind you how little sexual experience I have?"

"Do I need to refresh your memory," it chuckled with delight, "about how much experience you have had in this room? Melanie, don't diminish what you have experienced. I have been seeking that certain one for a long time. I have passed up profitable assignments for my searching. I have taken assignments, but kept watch for a likely candidate. Melanie, each and every one of them failed while you continued. It isn't always how much sexual experience one has, but the passion and adventurousness that is brought into it. Once you got a taste for it, Melanie, you couldn't get enough. Remember when I disappeared from you? Your body and very being ached for more. That was the final test, Melanie. You showed me you were the one."

Melanie sat stunned. She knew the Yorkun wasn't of this world, yet what it was saying was still difficult to accept.

"What you are saying is that you would have me fucking other species from other worlds?"

It chuckled, "Yes, but not only them. Melanie, I want you as my mate, too. You will not be a thing to me to be used. I want you with me. I want you to be a part of me. Melanie, you have been so different. Whatever your reaction to me early on, you accepted me, determined a name for me, and used it to give me respect. All the while, I was fucking you for tests, then training your ability and responses. You accepted me, Melanie. That is the way you are. You will for other species, too. I know it. Besides," it chuckled, "to them, you will be strange and foreign. You will intrigue them."

Melanie smiled and returned a chuckle at the thought, but the thought was really... wow.

"I can release you from this room, as an alternative. We can subdue the man, regain your clothes, and you can return to the life you had. Or..."

"Or I can join you for amazing adventures? I choose you, Yorkun. I was seeking pleasures. I had no idea that this might be the outcome of that search. I want you; I will be anything, do anything, and do it anywhere you wish. I have known for a while since being here with you that I would be yours, and I am. I am yours, Yorkun."

The Yorkun was standing with her near the center of the room. She wished she could see expressions on it. She knew her decision had made it happy. They were mentally connected, so she knew, as it knew her reactions, too, even before she could intentionally express them.

She stepped to the black mass formed before her, and the mass shifted toward her so the taller part of its mass was slightly leaning toward her. She wrapped her arms around it and sighed contentedly. For something that easily and smoothly flowed, it could also have substance and form, and the touch of it to her naked body was always accompanied by sensation on her skin.

She noticed a change on a nearby stone wall. It started as a small black circle with no perceived depth, and it slowly grew in size. Yorkun turned her to the growing black circle as it grew taller than she.

"Will I need clothes, Yorkun?" Melanie asked suddenly before stepping closer.

"If you ever do, and you may, I have a way of explaining why you are without clothes."

"Can I ask?"

"You can always ask, Melanie. The way it will be explained is that I will indicate you are my sex slave."

"Sex slave," Melanie mused on the term as they stood before the black void in the wall. "I think that is what I will actually be, isn't it? You will have me fuck whenever you desire it, and I will eagerly respond to your desires because that is how you have transformed me. You will have me fuck other life forms on strange new worlds and places for your enjoyment and theirs, and I will respond to that eagerly because that is what you desire me to do. Don't you see, Yorkun? I will really be your sex slave."

"I want you as you are, though, Melanie."

She chuckled, "Oh, Yorkun, you have me. You said you found me so interesting because my mind was combined with this passion for sex that you opened to me. I would still be that. I think it would be easier not to have to pretend sometimes. It would be simpler if I were always your sex slave. When we are alone, I can modify my attitude, but I suspect that will be a minor modification."

"Are you really sure, Melanie? If we adopt this relationship, I will naturally assume all control."

"My silly Yorkun. Don't you know you have had total control over me for quite a while. I will do anything to please you, Yorkun."

The Yorkun's form reached out and enveloped her completely. As she was pulled into its form, it felt to her like her entire body was being kissed.

When it released her, she knew she would be forever connected to him and be his completely. She was so very excited for the adventures awaiting her, even though she had no idea where they were going or what awaited them there. She had begun in a desperate search for pleasure, pleasure she hadn't been able to approach in her mental existence. She found everything imaginable and more by being in the wrong place at the wrong time, which turned out to be the perfect place and perfect time.

Melanie was ready to try anything as long as she was with her Yorkun.