Where No Man Has Gone Before

By Wholeman

SUMMARY: This in an original work. I wrote a story just to stretch my creative muscles. We all know aliens are ugly gray skinny dudes without any sexuality at all. Don’t we?

WARNINGS: Contains transgender themes, Sci-Fi, explicit sex, mild violence, bad words, and virtually no plot. It has only the strange things that dribble from my head. If you are not legally allowed to view such a story, don't!

Permission is hereby given to archive this story on any site so long as this disclaimer is attached, no fee is charged, and I am credited as the author (I've actually gotten hate mail for having claimed to write my own stories, because other people have made the same claim and some idiot believed them.)

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I write this with the faint hope that some day, some way I can send it to Earth. (Maybe via the Internet?)

It’s been over a year now since that night... I had been driving later than usual for me. You see I’m just a single, middle-aged guy who’s good at fixing stuff. I had gotten a job repairing industrial equipment, although it kept me on the road most of the time I received a fair amount of gratification knowing I when I’m done things work.

The only major drawback is ‘on the road’ doesn’t leave much time for a personal life

Where was I, oh yes back to driving. I was about 100 miles outside Kemmerer, Wyoming. On one of those moonless nights when even your ‘Brights’ don’t seem able to cut the darkness. Oh sure, every once in a while you could see some lit up areas way off in the distance. But I didn’t even run into other traffic, at least not for a Hell of along time.

I looked out the window to my left and saw what looked like marker lights from Cessna. To tell the truth I was kind of glad for the company. Even though I knew it wouldn’t last too long (with him going about 170 knots and me going 65 mph). I looked again and it seemed we would have intersecting courses. He’d probably go right over top of me. I thought, cool, maybe he’ll get close enough for me to garner which model (Damn I’m stupid).

No way that was a Cessna, whoa was it fast! Sucker was overhead in a heartbeat! I looked out the window on the other side of the van I couldn’t see it keep going, either it presented an aspect which hid the marker lights or made a drastic course correction right over me? No way it stopped! (Wrong!)

The van’s engine died, and the headlights went out. As I rolled to a stop the van was enveloped in pink light. Don’t laugh I swear it was pink!

Then my lights went out.

When I came to, and could finally focus my eyes, you guessed it. I was in a pink room. Naked strapped to a weird lounge chair, with the exception that it kind of also resembled those stirrup things for women in the doctor’s office, except way more comfortable, form fitting, supporting my body everywhere it felt like it hugged me? The other difference was I was quite securely strapped in.

I couldn’t see much except what looked like cabinets with a counter top along one wall.

“I’ll be with you in a minute,” came a very sexy disembodied ladies voice.

Weird, you cannot imagine! My mind began to rush around trying to come up with a possible explanation. The best one I could manufacture was maybe that lunatic in the airplane crashed into me, and the closest hospital was an upscale gynecological facility for the rich and famous out in the wilderness so as to keep private, what was private, wishful thinking, and quite imaginative, if I do say so myself.

No sooner did I come up with that wild story when into my field of vision walks quite assuredly the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on (And yes, that includes models and porn stars). Wavy Scarlet hair, beautiful green eyes, thin perky nose, full lush lips, sort of a cross between Jenna Jameson and Tracy Lords, and a look of concern that was bewildering.

She began to speak and man it was just like an old Godzilla movie. Her lips didn’t sync to the words I was hearing.

I’m thinking, ‘Great now I’m dreaming in “B” movie!’

Anyway I hear, “Hello, my name is Sa’ Indie.” (I guess her name didn’t translate because her name synced up with her lips).

“I’m sure you have a million questions, but unfortunately I have very little time that I can be gone from piloting my ship right now. So for now no questions, just listen.” Said Sa’ Indie.

Me being in a rather disadvantaged position, I discreetly refrained from speaking.

She went on, “I am from Girl World (Translators can be so literal. Actually more like “lesbian lover’s world”). Your backward planet is obviously the result of a crash landing of a ship belonging to one of the many planets settled by our species long ago (there goes that Ape theory). Galactic law allows for the ‘rescue’ of a limited amount of castaways from such worlds who, after working off the cost of their rescue by indentured servitude will be allow citizenship on whatever world invests in their rescue. The limits allow for only a certain amount of females and a certain amount of males. Unfortunately for you the limit for females has already been reached, and on our world no men are allowed.”

My mind races ahead and I’m thinking ‘good I get thrown back’! Then another mental jump ‘course she could always ‘space’ me and naked as I was I felt certain I was not dressed for this weather.

She continues, ”There is a tremendous demand for servants at this time, which makes it worthwhile for the additional expenditure of using certain bio-engineered devices to correct your deficiencies.”

Whereupon she turns around and picks up something about the size of a baby pig, but looks like a short pudgy worm, except it has a mouth! She kind of pets it and I can see it move, sort of like a worm. She walks over to me (hoo-boy is she a fox) and she sets the damn thing down on the lounge chair right behind my butt!

With this she says, “I have to go pilot now, but I’ll try to describe to you what’s about to happen while I’m at the controls.”

“You may be wondering why you are not more concerned, or frightened, than you think you should be. Before you awakened you were given a mild euphoric.”

I’m thinking, ‘Oh, well, that explains my cool James Bond like attitude!’ (Obviously I was pretty hammered)

She goes on, “My little pet there is a Bio-engineered life form.”

Now I’ve been watching that thing cause it seem to have been inching it’s way to my ass.

“It lives solely to bond with another life form.” Now I’m worried cause it’s inching up my butt, “In a moment you will be in total ecstasy! You’re about to be fellatio-ed straight to heaven.”

O.K. now this thing is sucking my cock! It’s playing with my balls, and let me tell you, I’d put every streetwalker in the world out of business with enough of these things. Oh, my god! Good thing I was on that euphoric or I’d be singing show tunes!

“Now comes the interesting part. In a moment you will ejaculate (If I last that long!) whereupon my pet there will, quite painlessly, insert a tube down your penis right into your testicles. The little valve can’t close to shut off the flow of sperm. It will release a painkiller, numbing your testicles, and then quite literally suck your balls flat! She will need it for energy and their presence, supplying testosterone would only fight what she will be doing.”

Now there’s good news?

“Don’t you worry though, she’s going to take good care of you. She’s going to grow right into your body, between your legs. You see the greater part of her body is made up of all the human female reproductive organs, uterus, ovaries, vagina, labia, muscles, glands, and a clitoris! Then with a little bit of DNA re-sequencing she will give them all to you, woven into your body as if you were born with them. While your nervous and vascular systems are bonded she will make many changes in you while you sleep. You are so lucky! When you wake up, my pet will no longer exist as a separate organism, she’ll be your cunt.”

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” I’m the Energizer Bunny of ejaculation! My brain overloads, my eyes roll up into my head, my toes are curled so tight they hurt, and it’s lights out! (But what a way to go!)

My eyes open on the face of an angel, “I was beginning to be concerned. You were out quite a while.”

Her lips are moving, the sounds are in sync, she is not speaking English, but now I understand her? Must be part of those “many changes".

I say groggily, “Did you grow while I was asleep?” What the hell is wrong with my voice? I’m making weird sounds, like her, and talking like I’ve been breathing helium!

She giggles (that’s right she giggled), “No silly, you shrank.”

“At least my eyes are still working,” I always try to look at the bright side.

She giggled again, “How are you feeling?”

“Not bad considering. You didn’t by any chance get the license of the truck did you,” sorry, I was still a bit traumatized.

“Oh you are just precious,” and gives me a big kiss.

I try to think ‘does insanity run in my family?’ For the life of me I couldn’t think on any.

“Now let’s check out the results, this might be a little bit uncomfortable,” where have I heard that before?

There are just no words to describe it. With her fingers she gently stimulates my labia? She diddles my clit a little (man that was good!), I feel like I’m bleeding? Well it is wet. It is warm, and running down my butt. You have got to be kidding me, I’m puddling over what this total babe is doing down there!

Now the Piece De Resistance, she ever so gently spreads my labia with her fingers and checked out my innards. Her slim finger, lubricated with I don’t know what, was slowly worked into my body and gently probed around. All the while her other hand was stimulating my own production of lubrication. Then slowly she withdrew her lovely finger (I bet all the women who read this are jealous! I found out later, she had a micro camera on her fingernail). That was my first gynecological exam.

“Now that wasn’t too bad was it?”

“I think I’m in love,” I say

She gives me another giggle stands up, and then a hug.

She looks me right in the eyes, “I’m sorry, this is probably traumatizing, I’ll try and make it as easy on you as possible.”

Her empathy brings a tear to my eye. (Raging Hormones?)

She misunderstands and hugs me again, “You really will like it, I promise.”

She stands up and turns away, over her shoulder she says, “I hope you don’t mind big breasts, those are what I’m supposed to give you, not necessarily my choice.”

“Oh goody, I like presents,” I don’t know why I was trying to make her feel better?

She shakes her head turns and say’s, “You are really something!”

I look at what she has in her hands, “That’s got to be the biggest Jell-O mold I have ever seen!” It looks a little bigger than a honeydew melon!

She looked puzzled, “Jell-O? This is another Bio-engineered organism, not nearly as complex as the last one.”

She placed it on my wide flat tummy. It started oozing up my skin, just like a slug, up onto my rib cage. As it was moving she turned, grabbed it’s twin and set it beside the first one. It was moving and undulating as well.

“Monte, I’ll take breasts, for $100.00,” I think I must have still been a little hammered, plus a bit scared.

“You make me smile,” as she hugged my neck and kissed my ear.

It kind of took my mind off what was going on below. The first one reached my right man nipple, which felt interesting, kind of warm and slippery and felt like it was sucking onto my nipple. They finally stopped oozing and seemed to settle down. My sensations went from that to feeling every air current her movements created. She looked at them and said, “All done.”

“What no orgasm this time?” I said.

“Sorry, will this do?” She placed her mouth above the nipple smiled, stuck her tongue out and started slowly licking it.

“Oooooh!” was all I cold muster as my toes curled and my eyes rolled into my head and I think I even drooled a little too!

She smiled and suckled.

“Aaaaaah!”

Lifting her head she giggled, “Does that make up for it?”

“My squeaky high voice came out even higher, “I am definitely in love!”

She tousled my scarlet locks, “Flatterer.” She gave me the hottest French kiss of my life. So hot in fact normally right now I’d be sporting a tremendous woody. Instead I began to puddle again feeling my clit standing at attention. Then, “I have to go pilot now will you be alright?”

“You couldn’t undo these restraints could you?” I asked as sweetly as I could.

“I’m not supposed to…” I must have had that ‘pleeeaase’ look in my eyes, “I don’t know. You are smaller now than I am, and there is no way for you to get your manhood back, at least while you are on this ship. You can’t pilot the ship, so even if you did overpower me it would only mean we would most likely crash into something, like a star. So as long as you understand that and promise to be good I’ll do it.” She didn’t tell me until later her remote was within easy reach. More on that later!

“You have my word as a gentleman,” she could hear the tease in my sweet girlish voice.

“Goof! Please don’t disappoint me. I have never released a capture while on my ship before. I just really like you and I want to trust you.” Now how could anyone betray that?

She reached low on the lounge did something and with that my bonds came free. She helped me get my new legs out of the stirrups. I felt so much smaller. It was weird pulling my knees together with my upper thigh muscles. As my legs came together I could feel and see my labia squeeze together, a shiver ran through me. With the clamps off my skinny arms I pulled my hands and arms in toward my body, my hands stopped before my upper arms could touch my ribs. So this is having the ‘flaring hips’ of a woman no wonder they stand a lot with hands on hips, it’s just about the only thing you can do with them. The simple actions of moving my arms setup a jiggling in my massive boobs. Looking down at them, well the view was just incredible. I just had to bring my hands around to cup them and touch the nipples. That’s when I found out there is a direct neural link between boobs and beaver. I was turning myself on just touching them!

Sa’ Indie said, “feels good huh?”

“You have an incredible gift for understatement!” I stopped groping myself. No time for that now.

She held out that her hand to help me up, and all I could think was ‘So that’s what happened to the Venus De Milo’s arms.’

I took her hand in mine. Wow my hands were small, long and thin with perfectly formed nails, and soft, like you’ve never felt. I was getting so hot for myself it was freaky! As I sat up there was an avalanche. My nipples just about hit my lap, and for a guy who was used to his nipples staying in the same place all the time, it was like my chest fell off. But eventually they had stopped falling, just not undulating! These babies must be 38 “GG” cups

She reached out and gave my breast a couple of playful squeezes and backed up a couple steps.

“Be very careful standing up, everything is going to feel out of balance for a while”.

I tried to stand in my new form, didn’t make it on the first try. She held out her hand and steadied me. I made it! Look I’m standing! The gap between my thighs was really strange, it felt like my ass crack came all the way through my legs to my tummy. I took a quick peek at my back door what a fanny, my butt felt like it was being spread apart just standing there.

“That was the easy part,” she said, ”don’t turn fast, or move fast. Not everything stops at the same time anymore!” (Especially cause I’m still naked).

She wasn’t kidding there! I now had more jiggles and wiggles, swinging and swaying than I could keep track of! Even with her holding my hand I was walking like a drunken sailor! Good thing it was a small ship. Every time I took a step the sensations would flood in. My labia didn’t just stay still either there was just the slightest movement between them, due to their moistness, and my reveling in all that stimulus. I walked 25 heavenly feet with her over to the Pilot’s seat. I sat in the seat on her left. Trying to regain my senses, I just watched her face as she worked, entranced. After a while she blushed and asked me why was I only looking at her? Didn’t I find the ship or controls Interesting?

I apologized and said, “I just have never been able to spend much time with a woman as beautiful as you”

She seemed to finish up what she was doing and got a strange crooked smile on her face.

She said, “You stay there just a minute.” And trotted away only to come right back holding something in her hand.

“I want to show you something,” She was holding a mirror.

I looked so much like her we could have been twins! Of course I’d have to be the ‘Big’ sister.

“Do you like it?”

I realize my hormones were out of whack, but to be honest I really can’t blame it all on that, I started crying and reached out to hug her.

She hugged me back not understanding at all, “Is it really that bad?”

“No… {Sniff} I love it,” and squeezed her tighter.

I don’t know if she understood at that point or not, but she started crying along with me.

When I finally stopped, immediately a new sensation insistently interrupted, my eyes kind of popped, I blushed and said, “I don’t know how to say this,” I giggled (shut up!), “or do it for that matter, but I have to go potty.” I did this with my hands crossing my lap sort of rocking back and forth.

She fell over onto me laughing.

She stood up, took my hand, walked me over to a little room, and showed me how. (They have way different plumbing, but so did I for that matter).

I mean, women do it every day, but for me it was an erogenous experience. When I was done I looked at her and said, “does it always feel that good?”

“You are so cute! It’s just peeing.”

“Well maybe to you, but I’ve never had a pussy before, it’s just so sensitive down there!” I cupped my pussy to make my point.

“Are you saying you like it?” she looked as though she was asking hopefully?

“It beats being a slightly overweight middle aged man all to Hell!”

“Middle aged? I thought you were only 44 years old?” she asked wide eyed.

“I am, or was how old am I now?” I was confused.

“44 years old”

“But, if I look like you… You can’t be over 19 years old!”

She blushed, “Now I know you are teasing me.”

“I am not, just how old are you in Earth years?” This was getting really strange.

“I’m 429 of your years old,” she looked kind of self-conscious.

“How long do your people live?” Now, I was sure she was pulling my leg.

“Three, maybe Four Thousand years,” She said with a shrug.

“My life span is only 100 years, give or take 20,” wow, imagine looking like a 19-year-old super model for 410 years and still being a teenager!

“Yes but you are no longer on your world,” she grinned, “When you were changed it was at the genetic level. You will live as long as we.”

I was crying again. (Hey I just found out she gave me 3,000 years, sue me!)

She got that puzzled looked again.

I hugged her (Believe me you’d do a lot of hugging her too, as hot as she looked, especially if you had a set of hooters like mine!) and said, “Now I am sure I love you!”

“Even though you will have a full year of servitude?”

“Will it be hard, or painful? What will I have to do?” She had me worried now.

Now she blushed again and with a decisive look said, “Be my companion.”

My jaw dropped almost to the deck. O.K. so I had lost my manhood, at least I was a young, beautiful woman! (To tell the truth I was only an average looking man) I’m going to live another 3,000 years! In exchange for this I only have to be her companion for a year. Pinch me! Hell, I had to put in 4 years with the Marines, and all I got from them was screwed! Of course I might be in the same jam, but this screw looks much more palatable! Time to check for the hook.

“Are you going to hurt me, or beat me?

“No.”

“Do I have to wear men’s cloths?”

“Do you want to?

Both hands palm out presenting my naked self I said, “With this body? Not a chance!” On to more questions, “Are you going to give me to any mean people?”

”No.”

By this time we were sitting on the floor with our foreheads nearly together (Yes, I know, just like a pajama party except I have no Jammies, and I have an ass that would make Cheryl Tiegs Jealous!). “Do I have to do anything life threatening?”

“No.”

“Are you going to make me have unending mind boggling lesbian sex?”

“No.”

“Why not?” I said in a mock pout.

That got me another giggle.

I got kind of serious, “When you changed me I got the impression I was going to someone else.”

“You were,” she said, “but I saw you first! Anyway I’ve been kind of lonely, and I can afford it!” Now it was her turn to tear up, “I wouldn’t be able to be sure you would get a good home at the auction, and I couldn’t bear what some of those women might do to you.”

I hugged and kissed her. She kissed me right back, she lightly rubbed my huge nipple sending a shudder through me and I started kissing down the side of her neck, down her shoulder, and out toward her grapefruit sized breast, I extracted her lovely melon from it’s hiding place and let my full lips brush her nipple ever so slightly.

She gasped, then kind of held me away, “I have to go check the course and control, don’t you move a muscle,” pointing her finger at me.

“Yes mistress Sa’ Indie,” I said grinning.

“You stop that, or you will be punished!”

I giggled.

She was back in a flash. Helped me up, then she showed me her boudoir (Yup, pink!), with a nice big bed of fluffy soft lavender pillows. I couldn’t help myself, I squealed in delight (knock it off!).

“You are so cute,” I think she was stuck on a theme. Odd thing was I knew it couldn’t be due to my physical appearance (If it wasn’t me in here my tongue would be sweating just looking at me), we looked almost identical, and she didn’t seem the kind who is overly stuck on themselves, at least not like I was stuck on her looks (My looks? My self-image hasn’t caught up to where hers was the image of “self” for me).

We jumped on the pillow bed like schoolgirls (one of us 44, and one 429, if either of us fit the ‘schoolgirl’ description I guess It had to be me, in her ‘world’ I was barely out of diapers! It will take a while to get used to this) and I held her just looking at her face.

She said, “I believe you had just started lunch, when I so rudely interrupted you,” as she presented that lovely breast once again.

“I’ve been wanting this since I first saw you!” I licked my lips. I always was a breast man, come to think of it I guess now I’m a double breast man! (Sorry, got carried away).

She got a strange look on her face as she lifted my big guns, “I am sorry I couldn’t give you a choice on these though.”

“Don’t you like them?” Again I give her the mock pout.

“They are really big, and I love them, I was just thinking of you having to lug them around, some ladies wouldn’t want to.” Did she just call me a lady?

She didn’t seem able to look me in the eye.

“For you, I would carry medicine balls on my chest, you’d just have to ask! Of course if you had a whole rack of different sizes, if anything I probably would have gotten even bigger ones!” I said sheepishly.

Now she was really starring into my face, “You really mean that don’t you? I abduct you in the middle of the night, take you from your home, your world, and remove your manhood, and you say you love me?”

“You bet! Unless you have something really gruesome hiding under here,” as I lifted her skirt.

“Nothing any more gruesome than you,” we both giggled.

I started to caress her thighs, it made her shiver and lick her lips. She scooted closer to me. It was weird having to look up to see her she must have been all of an inch and a half taller than I was now. She began to “feel up” my boobs, making me arch my back and moan. I reached out to reciprocate and she grabbed my hand and placed on my right breast. Using her hand she worked my willing finger showing me how to twiddle my new nipple just right. I immediately showed my intellectual side saying, “unghhh…”

She whispered in my ear, “I want you to just lie there and let me introduce you to girl-on-girl sex! If you’re willing that is?”

“Oooooh Yeeeesssss mistress Sa’ Indie,” I said squirming.

She punched me in the arm lightly, “Knock that stuff off right now, I’m not like that!”

Whoops! “I’m really sorry, I never meant it.” I must have looked like I was going to cry again.

“It’s O.K. I have some bad memories, just don’t do it again, all right?” She was holding my face in her hands. I quickly nodded (To this day she hasn’t told me about the memories, so I don’t bring them up).

That got me the best French kiss I’ve ever had (I won’t be needing a dental hygienist)! Followed by an orgasmic nipple tonguing taking my swollen areola in and working it as if she was tying a cherry stem in a knot, topped off by a pussy tongue-lashing that would get her listed in the ‘Guinness Book of Galactic Records’! All around the labia darting in with pinpoint accuracy then out and all around inside the labia exorcising my vaginal lips. She sucked the hood off my clit! I only wish I had been able to stay conscious for the whole thing! I regained consciousness just as she was sending me around again on my roller coaster ride in and out of heaven then back in! How many orgasm until insanity takes hold? If I could have counted them, I’d say all of those plus 1! I was just plain gushing woman cum!

When I could focus again, “Oh god! Indentured my ass!” I said, “I think you’ll have to kill me to get rid of me!”

She giggled again! “I would never do that!” Then I saw her eyes bug, kind of like mine had earlier, “Oh damn! I’ve been so enamored with you, I haven’t even asked your name!”

Man I wish I could have thought up ways to cover my ‘faux pas’ like that when I had been a man! Of course she’s had over 400 years to work on it!

“I have just had so many unbelievable orgasms, if I do have a name it will take me a few days to think of it!”

“You’re so cute!” (Ya, ya, but I think I like having her think I’m cute!)

I kissed her, not as good as she can, but I did my very best, and I promise to practice every day until I am! “Anyway my ‘old’ name isn’t important anymore, it was a man’s name. If I look anything like that,” I indicated her incredible body, “it just wouldn’t fit!” Then the light goes on, “Oh I get it. You wanted me to come to that conclusion on my own, didn’t you?”

She had the good taste to blush at that and nodded her head.

“Well lover, stupid as this might sound, I trust you completely. What name do you like?”

She found something interesting about her shoes, “Well, to state the obvious lesbians don’t procreate, at least not without medical intervention.” Da (Sorry bad habit), ”Would you take my family name, and the name of she who brought me into our family? ”

“I would be honored and delighted,” Shocked, it sounded to me like I was being adopted, instead of indentured. “What do I call myself now?”

Her name is Ma’ Indie.

I must really love her! So I ended up with a name right off an 80’s Sci-Fi comedy, at least the likely hood I’d run into a Mo’ Ork was extremely slim.

I said, “Now, let Ma’ Indie see how much she can remember of the tongue Olympics you did to me!”

She let out a squeal and dove into the pillow pile hoping I’d follow. Not even one heartbeat went by! I may not be as good as she is but I learn very quickly and I’m very enthusiastic. It didn’t take me long to have her screaming, “Oh God,” and have her fingernails digging into my temples (I presume she picked up the “Oh God” from me, I know now why some of my old girl friends screamed it! Boy do I know why!).

After enough screams she got an evil grin and said, “Now you get welcomed into a advanced civilization properly!”

I didn’t know whether to be excited or frightened.

She came back with what looked to me to be a 12-inch strap-on dildo! She didn’t say a word she just had me stand up (Yes, I could finally stand up). She went around behind me reached around my waist placed the proper end up against my hairless mons veneris. The damn thing must be more of that Bio-Engineered stuff, cause the parts I thought were straps wrapped about my waist on their own seeming to merge with my skin! The one down below slipped up my butt crack and merged back there, that part I was expecting it’s when the thick tentacle slid into my cunt, I was filled solid! The sensations were indescribable as it merged with my nervous system.

Dumb as it sounds I looked down at my new enormous penis and said, “Welcome back little buddy, even though I know you’re just a temporary!”

Then a lovely tongue stuck down my neck while she reached out and gripped my big throbbing temporary cock.

“Holy shit Batman!” It felt like she’d grabbed my old tool only much, much better! It was kind of a cross between an erect dick and one damn happy clit! I sucked her nipples, licked her all over, as well as her happy oyster, inside and outside, until she was a wet as she could be and begging me to use my big dildo dick!

Now I was never what you would call a Casanova, but I’d had my pecker doing his share of midnight push ups, but with this thing I was receiving the sensations of having a penis, and hard as it is to believe, I could feel it in my own vagina and it fed me the sensations of Sa’ Indies body as well!

I could feel myself screaming “Oh God,” from two places at once! It’s a good thing that dildo has a rudimentary intelligence and could take over certain muscles in our bodies so the love making kept going even when I couldn’t concentrate enough to do it myself, cause I had sporadically firing neurons through out my brain! I would have put money on the fact that the human organism could not take that kind of pleasure! Let me tell you, these women had assuredly found a way!

When the dildo finally released me all I could do is lay there, spasm, and gurgle with I’m sure what had to be described as a stupefied grin on my pretty face!

I lay basking in the afterglow, somewhere far off I could hear Sa’ Indie giggle and say (you guessed it), “You’re so cute!” You can bet your ass I’m glad to be, “So cute.”

When I recovered somewhat she said, “Oh darn, I just remembered. Didn’t I promise not to make you have ‘unending sex’?”

With a stupid smile on my face I said, “I guess we’ll just have to stop once in a while to take in nourishment, and clean ourselves every so often!”

She giggled (I really love that giggle!), “I never thought of that!”

My turn to giggle (must be in the DNA!) “Anything I can do to help.”

That got me a tonsillectomy even though I’d had mine removed… Oops, brain fade, I’d bet real money I now had perfect tonsils!

I decided an exploratory was in order! I.E. I performed a like procedure on my near twin!

I hadn’t thought of that before. I didn’t stop cuddling but asked, “Don’t take this wrong, because I wouldn’t want to look like anybody else, but how come I look like you?

“Oh, time to teach?” she asked.

“Not if we have to stop playing, I can wait, or if you don’t want to tell me that’s fine too, I can live with it,” I started nibbling her ear.

“O.K. later, I’m still horny for you!” she pulled me down into the pillows with her (I’ve got to tell you making love in a room filled with enough pillows to resemble one of those jungle jims, the ones with all the plastic balls? You have got to try that at least once in your life!). She began by grabbing a ‘remote control’ (best way I can translate it) selected a button Shaped like nipples and pressed it. I was saying, “What does that DOOOOooooooo.” I found out without her having to tell me. My nipples clenched up immediately, I had the sensation of two giant, soft, warm, and wet mouths sucking in both boobs and tonguing my nipples. “OOOOoooohh.”

She pressed another shaped like a vulva.

Now I felt a huge invisible tongue attack my pussy it was so wet and soft it easily spread my labia it was so big a large part of it entered me, and slowly licked bottom to top. So big it covered my entire vulva and underside leg to leg encompassing my clit and oozing on.

She pressed another this one look like a waterfall.

Instantly my vaginal lubricant production increased 25 times. My cunt was gushing like a fountain. I was orgasming like mad.

She set down the control, grinning again she stuck two fingers into pussy juice fountain then raised her juicy fingers to her lips, “Mmmmm, tasty!”

“Aaaaahhhaa,” I said (This must be a new language I had been programmed with, it seems I now speak ecstasy!)

“Oh I don’t want to waste all of this,” with that she grabbed handfuls of my juice and smeared it all over my luscious body. The sensations were… WOW! She stripped and did the same to her goddess-like body. Grabbing the remote she turned off the cunt tongue and one booby mouth. She replaced both, the booby with her mouth and the pussy tongue with her fingers. I got to play with her titties this time, sucking a nipple into the back of my throat and worked it with my tongue. It tasted better than Dutch apple pie!

I reached her lovely pussy with my hand she was so tight I couldn’t get more than two fingers in her. My fingers felt like her pussy was sucking them! The muscles in her vagina clenching, grabbing, and pulling them in, what amazing control! She let out a long languid moan and rolled on top of me squirming around. Her smooth soft hairless body sliding around skin to skin, lips to lips all the time my pussy gushing adding more (How could I be spewing so much lubrication. I asked about that one myself. Apparently it has something to do with a transporter-like device supplying the proper nutrient to the right glands in unlimited quantities. Something about it having been devised as a torture device except every time it was used on a victim they begged for more, go figure!).

She worked her way around to where her head was firmly planted between my legs diving in, breath held, braving the stream licking away, bolts of electric ecstasy racked my body. I stuck my head between her legs doing my best to please her between shrieks and spasms. She briefly capped my flow with her lips. I could feel my vagina and uterus filling with my own cum. My stomach puffed up and then she let loose the cork! Her whole head disappeared in the flood! When next I could see her she looked like she had just come from a swimming pool. She slicked back her hair shut off the remote. My hand just naturally found its way to my pussy even as the last of my juices dribbled down my legs. She squirmed around and held me, as I could nothing but moan and spasm. (Tech. Note: I don’t know what the pillows are made of but the dried off almost immediately!)

We fell asleep in each other’s arms.

When I awakened I was alone. The only reason I did not believe it was the most erotic dream I or any other Earthling had ever had, was all those pillows, and the huge jiggling melons on my chest. I immediately ran my hand back and forth on my pussy. Surprisingly I was only mildly sore.

I felt around under the pillows first, just to make sure Sa’ Indie hadn’t been caught in a pillow undertow. Nope, strike one. Next stop the Lou (I had to go there anyway. I’m sort of getting used to the plumbing. Yes, before you ask, both plumbings).

After a brief, (yes, it still felt erogenous to me. I realize any women who read this won’t believe it, or be disgusted, I guess the two sensations, the male remembered, compared in my head, to the currently felt female, only explanation I can come up with) interlude in the ‘John’ only one way to go (that I knew) was toward the Lounge Chair I’d been held captive in. Failing that next would be the Pilot Seat, but the Lounge Chair proved to contain my quarry.

Unfortunately she was sobbing into her hands. Call it a hold over from my male self, or compassion for a loved one, but my heart melted. I rushed to find out what had happened. This time my female self came in handy and told the male to just shut up and hold her, she’ll tell you when she’s ready.

When she looked up into my eyes I swear there was love there. Which made me happy somewhere in the back of my brain, but I still needed to fix it (you were wondering when that was going to crop up again weren’t you!).

It took me a minute to translate, not because it wasn’t English, but because anyone who has been crying like that has a hard time talking for a while.

It seems, unwittingly, I had screwed up her life. Not that she would get into trouble for keeping me, and not that I cost so much I would bankrupt her, (I found out I was worth only about a weeks pay. Makes a girl feel valuable! Did I say Girl?) But she didn’t think she could keep doing this kind of work. She didn’t think she could take the chance of ‘sentencing’ someone like me to some of the fates she knew awaited them.

Some ideas began blossoming in my head and when she had calmed down some I said, “Do you mind if I ask some questions? I have some ideas but I need to fill in some gaps,” and gently kissed her neck.

“Oh, that’s right you had a question when we made love. That one was easy. The first bio-engineered organism uses the DNA of another. It uses some of the original organisms DNA, that’s why you are shorter and have a cuter nose than I do, as a sort of template, but not enough to produce a clone, your original intended buyer had a thing for me so she asked me to use my DNA, I’ve done it a few times before. You can also see it’s complicated enough to take some brain power to comprehend, I so wanted your body, I was afraid it would spoil the mood.”

“So you are saying it’s sort of like I’m my own father and you are my mother?” Trying to equate it in my own frame of reference.

“I never thought of it that way before!” She began weeping again, me and my big mouth!

“It’s O.K. I don’t think of you as ‘Mom’,” Figuring it’s a Freudian thing. Boy did I have it wrong!

“No, no, you’re the only one I did right!” The Light bulb finally came on.

“How can I live with having sent my genetic ‘offspring’ to be auctioned, knowing full well where they might end up? I’m pond scum!” now she was really upset! Then she shocked the hell out of me!

“I am so glad I kept you!” I got a big wet salty kiss (woman logic, I’m starting to understand it) “I might have gone on doing this and hurting so many!”

“I’m glad you told me, but truthfully I had all but forgotten asking you.” I was still holding her.

“What I really need to know concerns the laws of your world, and the ‘limits’ restricting how many Earth males and how many females can be taken every year.” Boy the little hamster working the exorcise wheel in my head was getting his workout today!

“Your not thinking about still doing this work. Snatching innocent people from their world are you?” Those exquisite eyes were wide with horror.

I kind of smiled, “This isn’t going to be easy for me to tell you. But weren’t you just a wee bit curious as to why I accepted my current predicament so readily?” I was blushing like a teen-age girl.

“That’s basically the only reason I decided to release you from these restraints.” Easy to point to, when she was sitting in the middle of them.

“Most of the others would curse and scream and struggle so much I was afraid to let them loose, I even had to gag most of them.” She was tearing up again, “So why were you so different?”

“Here’s the hard part, I don’t think I even ever really admitted it to myself, let alone actually said it out loud. I think I wanted to be a woman all along, so you really have given me everything I ever dreamed of!”

Time stood still. For me this would be the moment in my life when I was at my most vulnerable. Tick Tock, Tick Tock (it had to be in my head whoever heard of a mechanical clock on a starship).

All of a sudden she lit up and nearly jumped on me, “Oh thank you!”

I am really confused. My eyebrows must have been so screwed up you could have spun my head into a light socket! Of all the possible reactions that I played out in my head, that wasn’t one of them!

“Why would you thank me,” I said with a face that would have done Mr. Spock proud!

“I know at least one of my ‘victims’ is happy, you are aren’t you?” she was gazing into my eyes.

My knees went weak, “In all my 44 years I have never told any woman I loved her. Now that I am one, I love one. You are the first Sa’ Indie, I love you”

I don’t think you could have broken us up with a garden hose, or even a fire hose! That kind of sex blocks out the whole rest of the universe, oral, toys, (Ya you know the one!) nipples, lubricants, and a new one for me, Zero-G! (Don’t try this one at home kids, only under the supervision of a trained professional!).

When things calmed down, I went over my ideas with her.

There were a few flaws we had to work out but I thought we would soon be setup.

First part of the plan, and Sa’ Indie could hardly believe it, is basically on earth there are people who are into just about every thing imaginable. Second we arranged with my namesake (I’m glad I carry her name now, cause, she is so, ‘you know’) to run a “placement service” sort of like an adoption agency for adults. She checks out prospective “Mentors” to make sure that they don’t order someone just looking for love and wind up with a dominatrix, don’t get me wrong some folks like that stuff, so if a dominatrix wants a submissive we’ll be more than happy to supply one, just no surprises!

Now is when the final shoe falls. This story is posted on the Internet to induce recruitment. Basically to let the adventurous and the true transsexual want-to-bees (were talking all the way, periods, cramps babies, the works, and none of this primitive butchery surgery stuff! Yes the ‘worm’ is real). This is 100% sit down to pee stuff! And you better be sure cause you’ll be stuck that way for 3,000 years or so! (You can change your looks, just not your gender) The deal is you contact our middleman, be honest as a nun, cause this dude doesn’t take kindly to liars, (Yes he can tell. Did I mention he’s telepathic?) And if you honestly don’t know what you want he’ll tell you. We are only allowed so many each year, but we convinced the government to allow us to supply well over double what used to be allowed – having motivated willing recruits seems to appeal to them (That’s why it took a whole year to setup). Our middleman it seems can supply as many recruits as we are limited to (and boy are some of them motivated!) Our female quota is always filled, and even I can’t believe there are so many willing super-buxom sex slaves looking to serve some dominant woman (Some of them beg so much it’s embarrassing)!

There has been one quirk I haven’t quite got worked out yet. No matter what size Bio-engineered Jell-O mold we use, all of the clients he sends us wind up with really big boobs! Sa’ Indie says it’s not possible but it’s been looked into by some of the top scientists of ‘Our’ World (Did I mention full citizenship after one year?).

How do you find him? Well he says just go to your local mall in the proper frame of mind, namely have this story on you mind, most likely where there is usually a blank wall, or normally vacant store front and he’ll find you! You’ll know it’s him cause he’s wearing a black bathrobe with stars and crescents on it.

I’m receiving more gratification “fixing” things now than ever before!

The End

Prolog

“Oh, Sa’ Indie, only one thing still kind of nags at me? (Yes, by this time I was wearing clothes. At least some of the time! It seems the ship can manufacture just about any type of clothing I wanted. This particular day I had on a teal colored brassiere with matching teal thong panties.)

“What is that dearest?” she replied

“That first night your ship seemed to make a bee line straight at me, not like it accidentally ran across my path, were you seeking for me specifically or was it just a chance meeting?”

“Well this part is sort of hard for me to explain. I was in orbit and decided to get some sleep before making a pickup. I dreamt of this old lady in a weird bathrobe and she pointed you out in a crystal ball telling me you were my destiny. Isn’t that weird. So as I made planet fall there was the scene in front of me just like in the crystal ball, I just went with it.”

“Wow, I guess it was just fate!” I said.

Somewhere sounding far off in the back of my mind I heard a very satisfied chuckle. I don’t know if he was able to read my thoughts just then, but if so he got the biggest mental “Thank You” I could muster!

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