Melanie's Conversion Ch. 05

CHAPTER 5: THE POONJO

"Master," Melanie uttered as unobtrusively as possible as she approached the Yorkun in the simple structure.

"Yes, my Melanie."

"I am curious about your form and your interactions with other species. I mean nothing negative, Master, because I truly love your form. You have given me so much pleasure and taught me so much about my potential. I am curious, though: is this form how you interact with other life forms?"

There was a soft chuckle. "You love my form?"

"Very much, Master," she responded quickly. "Not at first, obviously. The way you used me over and over and over until I finally had to have you inside me in every hole and every way. You made me yours, and I have never been more fulfilled. My love and devotion are complete, and it is this form that I gave myself to."

As she stood before him, he changed his shape. At first, it only appeared like many times when its shape grew taller or might spread over the floor. This time, though, it grew in height, and features also became apparent. There was the formation of a face, a body, and soon the body of a human woman. The color changed to represent skin. She stood in shock as it formed a human woman with large breasts and about her size. When the face formed, she gasped.

"Me?"

"I can form any shape I desire for the situation," it replied. She gasped as she watched her duplicate move across the floor and return. The new form didn't really walk, though, she noted. The legs bent and moved, but the feet didn't truly form, rise off the floor, and step. It glided smoothly on the floor like always. It quickly reverted to its normal form. It was a simple demonstration that answered her question.

Life was simple on the small island with the Yorkun. She might swim in the ocean, walk through the forest inspecting the strange foliage, or even visit that large flytrap plant, which the Yorkun said was hers to enjoy. And, she enjoyed the plant very much.

The Yorkun could spend long periods quietly as a mass on the floor, or in a ceiling corner like it had in the stone room. She noted that the Yorkun would show ripples or pulses on the surface when it was quiet like that. She had learned that it was in communication or merely scanning across distances. As a result, when in the small structure with the Yorkun would spend time quietly sitting on the floor cross-legged. There wasn't much that she could do for the entirely self-sufficient Yorkun. She had taken some meditation classes before all this happened, and found these times were perfect for practice. She thought she was becoming more skilled in the techniques.

"I am curious about your form, too, my Melanie. Perhaps, I am more concerned."

The statement pulled her out of her meditative quiet. She found the Yorkun was a smooth, shiny, black hump directly in front of her. Coming out of her quiet meditative state, she instantly became aware of her body. That was a part of the instruction the Yorkun had implanted on her as his slave. She looked down at her body to see her nipples become hard nubs, and felt her pussy lubricate, and her clit tingle where the tattoo had been given to her. The Yorkun's slave was a sexual being, and her body responded in that way.

"My form, Master? Is there some part of my form that puzzles you after all your use of it?" She was teasing it.

"My slave is being sassy?" it responded with a chuckle.

"My apology, Master," she responded with a giggle.

"Your form, Melanie, is not widely known beyond your small planet. Yes, other species are humanoid, but not specifically like yours. In that room, I tried to determine how your body would accept the multitude of pleasures, and the extent of pleasure you might encounter. It was a determination I required before accepting you."

"I certainly enjoyed your efforts at making that determination, Master," she said with another giggle.

"That was obvious. Once you released yourself, your capacity for it became significant. That is why you are here with me."

"Then what are your concerns about, Master?"

"Capacity of size. I have been scanning life forms I have encountered, and others I feel might be encountered. I am concerned about size."

Melanie puzzled over that for a moment. "Master," she finally offered, "of all the humans I had encountered and been a student of, you are by far the most capable of solving problems. I assume you mean you are concerned about my body accepting some physical size that might fuck me? I can assure you that human females give birth to young that would otherwise seem too large."

"Of course," the Yorkun responded, "but with considerable pain in the process, and there is the possibility of tearing, correct?" She considered what her Master was saying. She didn't want this concern to be a negative hanging over them. "What would be the fun in being in pain," he added.

She believed this was all talk to prepare her. She trusted the Yorkun, as always. Even during the time of her sexual abuse at the beginning, as it fucked her relentlessly, it had avoided real pain as it accustomed her body to it being used.

She was well aware that it was reading her thoughts without her projecting them. She waited patiently, sitting on the floor cross-legged before it. She was aware that her pussy was dripping and her heartbeat was quickening in anticipation of his action.

Its form shifted smoothly, and she waited. It became the narrow hump about two feet high and tapered to the base, which was spread out on the floor. She was very aware of this shape, and she moved from sitting to kneeling on the floor. From the top of the hump rose an unusual cock of substantial size. From her limited knowledge of animal cocks, she thought it resembled that of a horse with a flange at the top. She stared at it for a moment before dutifully rising further and crawling the short distance to the hump. She was sure it was too large. She knew from physiology courses that the human female's body was somewhat pliable, but there were limits, of course.

She aligned the massive shape to her pussy and wiggled around on top of it, trying to get some part of it, an edge or something, into her pussy so she could squeeze it into her. It didn't work, though. It was too big.

"It won't fit, Master," she finally uttered plaintively. She sat with the large head pressing on her pussy hole. It began sending the electrical pulses at her to stimulate her pussy and clit. She gasped at the sudden charges, and she pressed down harder. The charges stimulated her; she could feel her clit and g-spot becoming overstimulated, an orgasm quickly rising, but even the orgasm didn't open her pussy enough.

The cock withdrew back into the Yorkun, leaving Melanie lying on top of its mounded shape, gasping from the orgasm, but also feeling disappointment at failing to fuck the Yorkun.

"I am sorry, Master," she gasped.

"No need to be sorry, my Melanie," the Yorkun replied, "I was merely demonstrating my concern." The form softened, and she felt herself sink half her body into it, again feeling the soothing sensations of every inch of her body being caressed.

"But," she sighed with remaining sadness, "I want to be the best slave you could have, Master."

"I know that, my Melanie. I chose you for what you showed me in that room. Your energy and devotion won me beyond a calculated appraisal. Your physical limitation ... there is a solution." She sighed as she snuggled into its form, enjoying the feelings of light stimulation of her skin, especially her breasts, nipples, and clit. "You trust me?"

"Of course, Master," she purred as some part of it penetrated her pussy and began pulsing into her and growing in thickness and length. What a grateful slave she was, she mused.

* * * *

"What is this place, Master?" Melanie inquired after stepping from the black void for only the second time of her life. She scanned the room she found herself in. It was a sterile, ultra-clean cube with small windows scattered around the walls.

"This is the home of the Poonjo. The Poonjo are a small colony of the most advanced scientists to be found anywhere. At least, as far as I have found."

She peered through one window and looked out on a barren landscape that reminded her of images of Earth's moon. "Where is it?" she uttered absently.

"They live here so they can live a life of pure scientific discovery to be shared only with those they deem worthy to benefit from it. To guarantee their isolation, this is a barren, lifeless rock of no interesting shape or size among thousands of other asteroids orbiting the dead planet you see there. The Poonjo only accept those whom they invite after verification. If anyone somehow managed to locate this place, on the outside of this room, they would only see a rock formation with holes."

"These windows," Melanie inserted.

"Yes, but the glass has no reflective qualities. If they happened to find the door outside and found a way inside, they would find themselves in this room, a decompression room. Except, if they were not invited, the room would be filled with pressurized atmosphere to encourage them to remove their protective suits. Only then would the door open again, and they would be sucked out into space."

"But, they would have arrived by some kind of ship, wouldn't they?"

"Destroyed at the same moment by remote targeting weapons in the landscape. They are a serious group," the Yorkun said with finality.

Just then, a section of the floor opened near the far wall, and someone rose from below. The someone was humanoid in only a generalized reference. Its head was misshapen both front and back, and Melanie wondered if that might be for a brain that gave them the heightened intelligence. The head had large eyes, no nose, a small mouth, and large ears that turned, as if seeking any available sound. Its entire body, otherwise, was thin, even spindly, purpose from living in an artificial atmosphere for generations.

"Ahhh ... my favorite Yorkun," it said. Melanie was confused. Did she hear that, or was it also in her head? It had been so long since hearing any voice but her own, and only then in exclamation, usually in orgasm.

"Greetings, my friend," the Yorkun replied, "and how many Yorkun do you know?" The Yorkun flowed nearer the other while rising in shape without taking on any other features. Clearly, Melanie decided, this being was used to the Yorkun's form.

There was a laugh. "Still only you, my friend," came the reply. It walked with smooth strides on its thin legs towards Melanie. She kept her head and eyes slightly downcast as had been implanted in her by the Yorkun, but even so could not discern if it was male or female ... or if it was either. "Your slave," it uttered, "what life form is this?"

"It is from a blue planet with a single moon. They call themselves human."

"Like many others. I don't believe even we have encountered one."

"Yes, they would not be of interest, normally. They are only now beginning travel but still restricted to the surrounding planets around their sun. As yet, they are still quite primitive."

It began a casual examination of Melanie: feeling her breasts, the responding nipples, and down to her pussy. She parted her thighs dutifully as its long, thin fingers approached there. She gasped as two of the three fingers on the hand entered her.

"It is very responsive, I see, my friend. You must enjoy using it."

"Very much," the Yorkun replied.

"It is also very tight." Without thought, her pussy squeezed around the intrusion. "Interesting. It seems to like being penetrated. Is it the tightness you have an issue with?"

"Yes, I wish her to be a slave for any cock. That would mean either the largest or smallest to enjoy fucking her."

The being began pulling its fingers from her and accidentally rubbed over her g-spot. Melanie gasped, and her pussy clenched tighter in response.

"Interesting," it said as it moved its fingers in search of the spot. Melanie gasped and moaned as the stimulation and examination continued.

"She calls it a g-spot. Highly stimulating."

"I see," it said as it continued the stimulation. "Will she respond this way completely?" The Yorkun assured it that she would.

It continued stroking her g-spot. Melanie's knees weakened, but she found herself supported and realized it was the Yorkun providing the support with its form. She allowed herself to fully succumb to the sensations in her pussy. The Yorkun added to the stimulation by wrapping around her breasts, fondling the breasts and teasing the nipples. Her orgasm was intense.

"Very responsive, my friend. I can see why you chose it." After a pause of reflective silence, "Some other time, you need to tell me how you found it, and why you bothered with an unimportant world in the first place."

The Yorkun chuckled. Melanie found it quite disconcerting to not only be examined so casually, but also to hear her world being referred to as 'unimportant'. It put her new life in better context.

They both began moving away from her suddenly. She quickly gathered her senses and followed. She gazed at the floor ahead and could find no evidence of the section that brought the Poonjo to them. Suddenly, as they approached, a section rose to reveal a small room, which they entered. The descent was without any sensation of movement. When a door of the chamber opened, Melanie was sure they hadn't moved.

Her Master softly stated for her understanding, "We are near the core of the asteroid."

They stepped into a large open space with hundreds of other Poonjo moving about in concentrated effort. The presence of a Yorkun and a new life form drew no attention as their intent focus was on whatever they were involved with.

Despite the strange life forms, it felt strange to Melanie to be walking among them completely naked except for her collar and the tattoo at her clit. None of the Poonjo seemed to care, however.

The large space, she quickly released on her own examination, was a huge open laboratory environment with doors to rooms along both walls as they walked down the length of the space.

They were led into one of the rooms, the door opening on their approach, and closing after their entry. Melanie's first impression was that of an examination room, but at the same time a surgical suite with equipment beyond her imagination. Without her understanding how, a section of the floor rose, and after a few taps from the Poonjo, it morphed into a sort of chair Melanie was told to sit on. Once she did, however, it continued to morph. It moved to support her legs, clamp them, and spread them wide. The support under her butt shifted her back as it declined. Similar adjustments formed to hold her arms out to the sides and tilt her head back with support around her head, while leaving her face tilted back and exposed. Straps formed around her rib cage below her breasts, around her shoulders and upper thighs.

Melanie felt a prick somewhere on her body, already losing the ability to focus even that much attention. The last she heard, either in her head or her ears, was, "I assume you intend all three holes?"

"Yes, all three holes capable of expansion as needed and returning to being tight after."

* * * *

Not that Melanie was aware, but the room seemed to fill with other Poonjo. Even the Yorkun was amazed that once any instruction was given, they could move about with effectiveness and avoid interfering with the others as they began a new examination of the life form before them. The chair shifted, turned, and rotated to provide the necessary examination. Comments and suggestions passed among them after probing at and in Melanie's pussy, asshole, and throat.

After a very brief discussion and recommendations, there was quick agreement, commands were entered onto a console at one wall, and most of the Poonjo left the room.

The Yorkun was always amazed when he came to the Poonjo for assistance. This was no different. He remained in a ceiling corner out of the way and observed as his human slave was twisted and turned in the chair device with tools and equipment expanding her holes, and did whatever they did inside them. Her pussy, asshole, and throat were being surgically altered. The Yorkun didn't understand the how, only that the why was at its direction. It trusted the Poonjo in the same unquestioning way that it seemed Melanie did her Master.

The Yorkun came to an astonishing realization as it observed from its vantage point above the activity. Despite its trust in the Poonjo, it felt concern for Melanie. It had never had the sensation of attachment like it before. 'Feelings' were intriguing to the Yorkun.

"Would you like a demonstration, my friend?" came from the original Poonjo.

"Yes," the Yorkun responded as he noted a tone of anxiousness in its response.

The Yorkun flowed from its position at the ceiling to between the outstretched legs of his Melanie. A tool rose from the floor to form a shaft with a large blunt end while becoming much thicker. The shaft approached Melanie's pussy, pressed to part the lips of her pussy, and entered. For a moment there was a pause, then it pressed in, pulled back, and pressed deeper. The Yorkun noted not only the stretching of her pussy hole, but also the bulging of her abdomen and up into where it understood her stomach and other organs were located. The object was much longer than the Yorkun had ever attempted, and the thickness seemed impossible.

Then, it paused again. The shaft remained inside Melanie, her pussy stretched obscenely, even to the Yorkun. When it began retreating from her, the Yorkun watched closely as the lips of her pussy remained tightly around the reducing diameter of the shaft. When it was completely out, the Yorkun noted her pussy gaping obscenely, then steadily becoming smaller until it was closed.

"Test the tightness yourself," the Poonjo calmly said with confidence.

The Yorkun extended a portion of itself as a small-diameter probe to her closed pussy. The thin tip parted the lips and entered. It probed further with slightly increased diameter, no thicker than Melanie's finger.

"I can feel the tension of tightness," it muttered in appreciation. The Yorkun increased the size steadily as it thrust deeply into her until it duplicated the obscene size he had witnessed. Quickly retracting it, her pussy closed, and it quickly confirmed its tightness. "The other holes will be the same?"

"Of course," the Poonjo replied. "Additionally, because this life form requires breathing through the throat, we added a secondary pathway."

"Ingenious," the Yorkun replied. "I will owe you for this."

"Nonsense, we will always be in your debt for providing this rock for us to work from."

The Yorkun had felt the assignment to find a remote location for them was one of the simplest, but the Poonjo, for all their abilities, were limited in travel. Construction had been simple for their ingenuity, however.

* * * *

When Melanie's eyes opened, she was surprised to be in complete darkness, but she quickly recognized the pliable form surrounding her body, and the gentle sensation of every inch of her nakedness being caressed.

"Where are we, Master?" she gently inquired.

She slowly rose from his form to the surface, while she was still comfortably supported by it, as if on an ultra-plush memory foam bed. She saw the walls and ceiling of the simple structure. She felt her body as far as her hands could easily touch. She raised her head to examine with her eyes because she could not discover any changes.

"Were the Poonjo unsuccessful, Master?" she asked nervously; perhaps she might be unable to fully serve her Yorkun Master.

"My Melanie," the Yorkun softly comforted her as its form again surrounded her body as she sank into its form. "They were completely successful." She felt her pussy and asshole being penetrated, and she sighed. Another probe prodded her mouth, and she opened eagerly as another probe entered her throat. All three probes increased in size and began thrusting into her, her clit being fired by the stimulation of the tattoo, which sent jolts to her g-spot. Her breasts and nipples were stimulated.

"OH ... MASTER!" she exclaimed in her head, the only way she intentionally spoke to it. "You ... are ... ooooooo ... ohhhh ... Master ... so ddeeeepppp ..." She felt the probes impossibly deep inside her through her pussy, asshole, and throat. It felt as if all three would meet somewhere inside her body.

"My Melanie," she heard with a combined chuckle and groan from her Master. "So much ... to experience now," it also gasped as its probes thrust hard and fast into her three holes simultaneously.

A strong electric jolt coursed through her clit and g-spot as the probes fucked her. She exploded in a powerful orgasm, her entire body twitching inside the Yorkun. Even before she regained some control of her body, she knew and wanted that the Yorkun wasn't finished with fucking her. Her orgasms were a pleasure to witness, but his climax would certainly follow.