Melanie's Conversion Ch. 06

CHAPTER 6: THE WHATTOMON

The Yorkun fucked Melanie endlessly. Or, at least, to Melanie, that was how it felt as the Yorkun fucked her with a variety of shapes, lengths, and thicknesses. She had been in Heaven. The old religious concepts she had once been taught couldn't possibly compete with the experiences her Yorkun Master provided. Every hole had been subjected to long and thick fucking. And, true to its word, each of her holes quickly returned to a tight closing that could stimulate the smallest of cocks next.

She lay exhausted on top of the Yorkun shaped as a mound as two probes eased out of her extremely well-fucked pussy and ass. As the two probes left her, she could feel a huge volume of cum flowing from each hole. At the same time, the Yorkun's form softened, and she sank comfortably into it, her breasts, nipples, clit, and pussy gently caressed with tingling ripples.

"I love you, Master," Melanie sighed deeply, and wiggled against its form.

"My Melanie," it softly replied, "you have certainly proven yourself as an exceptional slave and mate for me."

"That is all desire, Master. How did the Poonjo manage this?" she asked in idle musing.

"It is beyond even my understanding, even as I watched it," the Yorkun replied. "I will say, they were quite proud of themselves. They thought your form to be quite fragile, and you were so small in stature." After a short pause, "How did you feel being naked with the clothed Poonjo?"

She giggled softly, the side of her face pressed into the form she lay on, "As a sex slave, Master with nothing but a slave collar and a tattoo at my pussy."

"I think you may have become an insatiable sex slave," it uttered as more of its form flowed up and over her back to add to her body's caressing.

"Insatiable? I could happily fuck you in endless pleasure, Master."

"Exactly what I mean," it replied. "Are you ready for other cock and experiences?"

"If that is my Master's desire. Whatever you desire of me, Master. I am yours to use as you wish." Her thoughts were combined with a wiggling of her body into its form. The soft, gentle caressing it provided her body slowly changed to spot-specific stimulation at the nipples and clit. Soon, a probe parted her pussy lips and entered her body again. Another slid along the crack of her ass cheeks and pushed against her willing asshole, past her yielding sphincter, and deeper into her ass. She opened her mouth as another touched the lips at her mouth.

She sighed deeply with surging arousal as her holes were again filled with slowly probing forms. Her body was instantly jolted, her clit/g-spot receiving pulses of electric jolts, the probes thickening and driving deeper and deeper, and her nipples manipulated. Her body was on fire. Maybe her Master was right. Maybe she was insatiable.

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"Where are we, Master?" Melanie inquired almost immediately after stepping from the black void to take in the view of a landscape of rolling grassland in the valley below, containing a large lake and surrounded by high, craggy mountains. The mountains were cloaked in green trees of some sort until only rock was seen. In the valley below them, she could see massive herds of grazing animals. High overhead, an obviously large bird of some type circled on thermals before drifting off.

"A smaller planet than your Earth, Melanie. It is largely covered by ocean with scattered small continents, all separated by expansive ocean. This continent is the smallest, with ocean just over the mountains surrounding this massive valley. The planet is perfectly located in orbit around that sun for ideal heat and light. This continent is located perfectly for warmth, rain, and sunlight for plant and animal abundance. This planet is in the early stages of growth and development."

"I see no evidence of people, though. Still wild and primitive?"

"Look closer, my Melanie. In the distance, across the large lake on the opposite shore."

Yes, she thought to herself. She could just barely see several thin columns of smoke rising against the darker shades of trees on the mountain slopes.

"These are the Whattomon species. They were a surviving primitive tribe on a planet being over-industrialized, not much different than your Earth. Their safe homeland was quickly being taken for resources. I heard them beseeching their gods for help. Their hopes of surviving in a traditional life were in desperate doubt. I found this place, showed it to them, and they agreed to move."

"From one planet to another?" Melanie questioned in disbelief.

"They merely walked through the void as you have. They knew nothing of distance or traveling through the void of space."

She turned to stare at the tall, black form next to her. She wasn't sure what she was hearing. She understood that her Yorkun Master took assignments and was rewarded. How would a primitive people reward him?

"Come, my Melanie, it is too far for me to travel as a visible form."

A circle of black void suddenly appeared before them as she was becoming familiar with it. She stepped into it and immediately out of it before a primitive village of rough wooden shelters, various small fires before many of them, and milling people. She was taken aback at seeing them, but immediately reminded herself she wasn't on Earth with predictable expectations of what people would look like. The Poonjo were proof of that.

She flinched to the side and slightly behind the Yorkun when she saw the mass of people rushing toward them.

"It's okay, Melanie. There is no threat here," her Master assured her. She eased to the side but remained tight to it.

There was a reason for her first reaction, though. These people were huge. The children rushing alongside the adults were about her height. The male adults were easily eight feet tall, with the females only slightly shorter. Their bodies were thick, even thicker than proportional to their height. Their clothing was of animal hides and sparsely covering them. It reminded her of some early images of indigenous peoples on Earth. The children were naked. Their legs were disproportionately long to their bodies. Their bodies were thickly muscled, whether male or female. Their skin was dark brown. Their heads were large with eyes sunk in, with nose and jaws shaped more like an animal than what she associated with a human.

When they arrived close, the adults all dropped to a knee with heads tilted down. One male adult was in front of the others, and his voice boomed in her head and ears.

"My Lord, welcome."

The lead male stood, and the rest of the people stood. There were as many as a hundred in the group. The village beyond now appeared deserted.

"Why did he call you 'my Lord'? Why am I understanding him?"

The male continued with a bowed head, "My Lord, have we done something wrong in this new place? Are the Gods displeased?"

The Yorkun had assumed a tall shape, but it was still just a smooth, black column rising from the ground. It spread out arms to each side. "Your Gods are pleased with you. You live in this new place in perfect harmony with it. The land, animals, and air continue to thrive here with you sharing it with them. In this place, you will be able to live in peace and harmony, as you should. The Gods are pleased you are here to care for this land."

Upon hearing the Yorkun's words, the entire group stood tall and looked to the sky with outstretched arms, a rhythmic and joyful chant rising from every voice, including the children.

In the village, the Yorkun and Melanie found themselves alone with several of the males, who Melanie assumed were the leaders of the tribe. Yorkun continued to reassure them, "The Gods know that what happened in your home before was not your fault. The air became foul, the trees began dying, and the animals became few not because of you, but because of others who were too many and you were too few. This place was given to you because you respect and care for all life, and you take from it only what you need so you and the land are in balance. That pleases the Gods. Here, there are no others to interfere."

The males looked at each other, pleased and relieved. Melanie watched in fascination. She believed the Yorkun was some kind of wandering problem solver who was richly rewarded, yet his island, this quiet place, didn't reflect anything of wealth or riches. Had she misjudged the concept of reward for the Yorkun? Or, who had he represented in moving these people to this place on this planet?

Their curiosity about Melanie's presence showed more comfortably. She was completely naked, unlike even them, who were only minimally covered in pieces of softened hide. Their females seemed to be small-breasted for their size while Melanie was larger-breasted for her childlike size. Her skin was very light in color while theirs was deep brown.

The Yorkun, seeing their obvious interest in Melanie, broke the ensuing quiet, "I bring you a gift for your pleasure while we are here with you," indicating Melanie.

Although curious about Melanie, those words caused confusion in them. The lead male shook his head. "My Lord, we have tried to find a way to properly thank the Gods for bringing us to this new home. And, you bring us a gift?"

"The Gods are very pleased."

She looked at the Yorkun. So, that is how it was going to happen. "Won't their females be unhappy, Master?"

It chuckled, "You are a gift from their Gods, my Melanie. Besides, they are not monogamous; they are a true communal lifestyle."

With that explanation, Melanie rose and stepped into the center of the grouping. Her movement and the Yorkun's words were all that was required. The lead male stood, unfastened the hide wrap at its waist, and stood naked. There was no indication of embarrassment in his sudden nakedness, or uncertainty about his next action. She was a gift, and accepting the gift was indicated by his action. The male walked to a nearby structure, and Melanie followed. She was the gift her Master was bestowing to these people.

The inside of the structure was as simple as it appeared on the outside. There was no furniture, only mats visible. There was an unused fire-pit in the center, apparently only used when cold or rainy. She would understand later that being non-monogamous and communal explained why there were so few indications of personal items.

Following the male the short distance to the structure, she had her focus only on him. His height and massive size would be intimidating, but when his wrap had fallen from his waist, she noted only a small protrusion where his cock should be. She wondered how such a small cock could be effective, but she remembered hearing that Earth gorillas, for all their size, had small cocks, too.

All that curious musing ended with the male stopping, spreading a mat on the ground and turning around. Hanging between its legs was a massive and growing cock. She immediately referred to some animals on Earth whose cock was protected by being in a sheath, particularly the horse, and which its cock was quickly resembling. It was already a foot long, and more was being exposed as she watched. She then remembered the cock the Yorkun had simulated when it indicated 'concern' about her size. This was that cock! The Yorkun had identified this life-form from the beginning.

Melanie wasn't sure what was proper given these people, but she rationalized that she was a gift from their Gods. How could they object to anything she did?

She stepped to the male, placed her hands on its upper chest by reaching high. It was well muscled under a layer of protective fat for living basically naked to the environment. She stroked down its body to its hips and hanging cock, which were at her breast level. She took its cock, placed it between her large breasts, squeezed them together with her arms as she stroked the base, and tilted her mouth to lick the flange-shaped head of the cock. That simple action produced a sudden hardening of the cock that was a foot and a half long and as thick as her calves. She shivered at the thought of fucking it, but he remembered the Poonjo and how the Yorkun had tested her after.

This was what it meant to be the Yorkun's sex slave. She was her Master's slave to use and be used as he desired. She had professed that in her own desire and devotion. She had submitted fully to the Yorkun. She hadn't questioned that devotion at the time and did not now.

She opened her mouth wide and forced her mouth against the massive cock. She knew she had been modified by the Poonjo, and that had been tested by the Yorkun in her pussy. She had the sense that her throat had been affected similarly, but she had wondered how such a size such as this would pass her jaw. To her surprise and shock, her jaw opened for the wide flange to fold and pass into her mouth. She relaxed her jaw and attitude, suddenly remembering things the Yorkun had implanted in her. The cock passed through her mouth as she shifted her position to align her throat with the hard cock, and took the cock into her throat. Air continued into her lungs as she pressed the cock deeper into her throat. All things are indeed possible, she mused to herself.

"Impossible," the male with his cock in her throat gasped. "Only a gift ... from the Gods ... could ... oooooooo," he moaned.

He slowly pushed her mouth off his cock. She looked up at him, her mouth dripping saliva onto her chin with her eyes fixed on his with a lustful gaze pleading for more of something, anything. She never felt such lust. Then, she recognized the source. The Yorkun was in her mind, encouraging her, prodding her. "Release yourself, my Melanie. You thought you lived for my fucking you, but you live for any cock fucking you." That's what she was. She was the Yorkun's fully, but she desired any cock it gave to her.

"Use me, Whattomon. Accept your Gods' gift," she implored the male holding her at the shoulders.

She had no idea how the Whattomon mated, but they were humanoid. The male studied her. She was so small. He finally decided something; she could tell. She was lifted into the air with the shoulders. She grasped his shoulders for additional support as he lowered her to the wide head of his cock. For a moment, she sat on top of the cock, which was impossibly wide, but her pussy opened to the pressure of her body weight on it.

"Oh fuck," she gasped as her pussy slowly yielded and opened. "Ooooooo ... my ... fuccckkkk ..." she gasped out, her head falling back on her neck, her mouth hanging open, and her body shaking as the head finally and suddenly entered her pussy. For a moment, her pussy clamped around the massive intrusion so tightly its penetration stopped. She panted and gasped as she pressed her head against the Whattomon's massive chest. She felt fuller than ever before. She felt the thick veins of its cock, its unique shape of the flange folded inside her. The Yorkun's test had been obviously a smooth shape due to its form. This was different, and the tightness inside her made that difference intense.

She held onto the Whattomon at the shoulders, but she was really being held in place by it as it held her shoulders. It gave a firmer pressing down, and she felt her pussy open as she sank further over the massive cock. It lifted her, and she felt the cock slide inside her stuffed pussy until, when she opened her eyes, she was closer to head high with it. She thrust her arms around his neck and mashed her mouth over his. It jerked in surprise, and as it did, the cock rammed up into her deeper. She cried out into its mouth.

Then, it did something unexpected. With her jammed down over his cock, he walked back out of the shelter and into the small group of other males where her Yorkun Master also was. The group roared approval with the small female filled with their leader's cock. He wasn't done, though. He walked out of the group and into the village. Each step of the massive Whattomon sent its cock ramming deep into her, and she never felt so full of cock.

He walked her through the village like that, and people cheered and shouted approval to their leader, dedand praise and thanked their Gods. She had been naked since she had found herself in that stone room with the Yorkun. How long that had been, she had no concept. Naked with the Poonjo had felt different. It had been a short time while conscious, and she had been there for assistance. This was different. In the Whattomon village, she was a naked slave given to them for use, and she was being used openly and publicly. To be used in any case publicly might have been exceedingly erotic, exhibitionistic. So obscenely stuffed with the hugest cock she could imagine and paraded through the village was too intense.

"OHHHH ... FUCCCKKKKK!" she exclaimed loudly. "YOUR ... GODS ... ARRRREEEE ... PLEEEASSEDDD!" She was almost unconscious with pleasure, jolting her body with every step, but she remembered what the Yorkun had presented to them. She was a gift from their Gods.

When she exploded in orgasm, the Wattomon stopped, held her firmly, and began lifting and jamming her down over its cock. It was like he was finishing himself off by masturbating with her. Her orgasm crested to a new height as she quaked, her legs and arms hanging limp as it moved her up and down. Suddenly, his cock began spewing its cum, and it seemed there couldn't be any room in her pussy. She felt the pressure inside her as the cock spewed and spewed an endless amount of cum. She felt her abdomen swell as she held herself against him until the cum began spraying from her pussy around the massive cock.

"OOOOOOO fuckkkk ... oh god ... oh yeessss," she gasped and stammered.

She heard others of the village cheering and exhalting. She struggled to open her eyes to focus. "Magnificent, my Melanie," she heard softly in her brain. She turned her head to find the black, smooth form among the Whattomon males. She discerned nothing from her Yorkun Master's appearance, of course. "Was it good, my Melanie?"

"Thank you, Master," she replied, still jammed full of cock and dripping cum. "Thank you for choosing me, Master."

She was lifted off the cock and placed on the ground. She found her legs unable to support her, and she sank to her knees. She looked down between her thighs to find her pussy still running with cum. She pressed on her abdomen and forced even more out of her. She looked up as another of the males dropped its covering and approached her. She grasped the expanding cock as it extended from the sheath.

"You have many to satisfy, my Melanie." She forced her mouth over this next cock. "I will be near even if you don't see me," she heard as she forced more cock into her throat.

"Thank you, Master. I love you," she replied easily through her mind with her throat full of massive cock. "I won't disappoint you."

Her mouth was pulled off the cock, and once again lifted into the air with amazing ease to be jammed yet again on the next cock. She smiled. For a brief moment, the next male pressed her down against the head of his cock. Her pussy had quickly closed and was again tight. The Poonjo had done a good job, but could even their efforts maintain themselves when faced with a gangbang of such massive cocks? She knew she was going to find out.

After several more such fuckings, the activity shifted dramatically. Once again jammed on a cock, she was pressed back so her body was level with the ground, and she was held by another male. Pressure at her mouth sent another massive cock into her throat while being fucked at the other end. At times, the two cocks jammed into her simultaneously; other times they forced her back and forth on the cocks. Her legs and arms were useless. She quivered and shook as orgasm after orgasm rocked her child-sized body compared to theirs.

After both cock erupted inside her, she was dropped to the ground. Her pussy ran with cum, her stomach felt swollen with more cum until it backed up and out of her mouth. Cum ran from her mouth, dripping onto her breasts and puddling under her. It wasn't done, though. "Fuck," she thought to nobody in particular, or to everyone. There were dozens more males. "Fuck me!" she gasped. "Thank your Gods!"

"Yes, my Melanie," she heard, and those simple three words energized her.

She stood and looked for the next male without a dripping cock. She looked around her and her body quivered noticeably. There were so many males, already having dropped their covering to expose cocks dropping from their sheaths. Around the outside of the male grouping were others from the village. Females and young, included in those watching. Should she be concerned about the young? This was their village, not hers.

The next male surprised her as he turned her so her back was against him. He lifted her. Why were they fucking her standing? Why wonder? She was lifted and placed on the head of the cock, but it wasn't against her pussy, but her asshole. She reached down and pulled her ass cheeks wide, feeling the cock at her tightest hole. Impossible, she thought. Sure, the Yorkun had done it, but it had always used a tapered probe to pierce her first. This blunt, thick cock? She was pressed down harder and harder. She felt her asshole opening, her sphincter yielding, and she was amazed, shocked, when the head tore into her asshole, but it didn't tear at all. Her ass opened, the cock forcing up into her ass, and she felt a whole new feeling of being stuffed. Everything was changing, though.

Her eyes were wide at the feeling of the massive cock in her ass when she spotted another male approaching. He took hold of her ankles and spread her legs wide as his own massive cock was placed at her pussy. No, she thought, no, it wasn't possible. One massive cock, but two? How could her tiny body possibly be double penetrated by such cocks?

She dipped her head to watch with a mixture of fear, doubt, and extreme arousal. The male in front of her thrust his hips up to jam his cock into her pussy.

"OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!" she cried out. "OH GOD ... OH GOD ... OH FUCK ..." she gasped and panted, every eye on her as they impaled her into both holes. Even the females gasped with eyes wide in disbelief before chanting again to their Gods.

It felt like she was surely going to split in two as the cocks thrust for deeper penetration. It felt to her that they were in the same hole. The sensation was impossible. Her mind glazed over as the two males held her between them and thrust madly up into her body. Her head fell forward, gasping and panting, and she groaned at the thought of such fucking. Her abdomen and stomach bulged out as the cocks thrust up and deep. It seemed impossible. It seemed they were thrusting past her lungs; they felt so deeply inside her, but she knew their cocks weren't that long.

When those two climaxed after taking her to numerous vocal orgasms, leaving her limp again, her body felt bloated as it filled with their cum. The two men sagged against each other with her squashed between them. She hardly noticed the extra pressure. She was a limp rag between them, her body suspended on their cocks.

When she was pulled off their cocks, a long gasp rose from those watching as her holes began draining cum from her gaping holes. She sagged completely to the ground, a puddle of cum forming under and around her. She rolled onto her back, oblivious to the fact that she did so in a cum puddle. She looked up and found more males approaching.

"Is it enough, my Melanie?" she heard her Master inquire.

"No, Master. Even if I am ruined, I am their gift they believe from their Gods. I will not fail you, Master," she responded weakly through her mind.

The next males changed it all. One lay on the ground away from the puddle of cum. Melanie was picked up and lowered over his cock. Another pushed his cock into her asshole, and another drove his cock into her throat. Impossibly air-tight. Her mind whirled in a sexual frenzy and disbelief. Three massively long and thick cocks into each of her holes at once. Nothing she thought she understood about sex since being first used by the Yorkun made sense to her. How could her body do this? Sure, the Poonjo were brilliant, but ...

Later, much later, she lay exhausted and spent in an expanding puddle of cum. She had orgasmed almost continuously as the males passed her from cock to cock and multiple penetration to multiple penetration. Despite the feeling that she couldn't possibly move, she struggled to her hands and knees, and raised her head. She pushed herself to kneeling, and looked around the group. To her surprise, every cock she saw was limp, or still dripping with cum. She sighed deeply and struggled to hold herself upright in case there might still be yet another cock to fuck.

Movement caught her attention. She sighed while preparing herself for another, but what she noticed wasn't a shadow, but her Yorkun Master flowing to her.

"My magnificent Melanie," she heard as the Yorkun's form engulfed her. She released herself and sagged in final and utter exhaustion. The last her mind heard was, "My Whattomon friends, find peace in your new land and know that your Gods are very pleased."

Melanie was gone. Unconscious and deservedly so. It was only the Yorkun who moved into the black void with Melanie safely inside it, its form caressing and soothing her overused body. The Yorkun was very pleased. Very, very pleased.