“They’re both girls,” Mackenzee said, spotting the two of them with her flashlight. “And they’re really tall. Gosh. What is that, like eight feet?”
“Closer to nine, I bet,” Johnny said. “I’m not even eye-level with their tits.”
Mackenzee took one of the alien’s hands within her fingers. It was a massive thing, yet still slender like a woman’s. There were four fingers instead of five, and the ends appeared to have little suction cups on them. She stuck one to her wrist and pulled away gently, causing the blue arm to extend. A moment later, it popped free, and the tall alien chick swung silently back and forth.
“This is really weird,” she said.
Johnny eyed the body closest to the door. “How much do you think one of these weighs?”
Mackenzee pointed the flashlight at him, eyes widening. “There’s no way we’re carrying this thing up that slope. We’ll break something!”
“The truck has a winch, doesn’t it?”
Her mouth displayed a hint of a smile.
Mackenzee parked the truck at the edge of the road and brought the wire rope down to the alien spacecraft. It was barely long enough to reach. Meanwhile, Johnny unhooked the collar around the blue chick’s neck. He stood near it, ready to support the weight of the body. Regardless, the nine-foot-tall alien was too large to handle with two puny human hands. The head immediately slumped to the left, and the rest of the torso slipped from his grasp. The alien woman landed on the ground with a soft thud.
Mackenzee found him panting hard.
“Heavy?”
“Two-hundred and fifty pounds,” he said. “Maybe more.”
“Well, save your energy. We still have to carry it to the bed once we get up there.”
“Oh great.”
Once the wire rope was wrapped around the blue body at the waist, Mackenzee returned to the truck. She reversed up the road until the rope was taut, then Johnny gave her the signal to activate the winch. Gradually, the blue alien was dragged out of the ship, her rear and shoulders skidding along the grated metal floor. She was pulled into the dirt, her body twisting to its stomach. Johnny helped guide her all the way back up to the road, making sure she didn’t slip out of the rope loop.
Mackenzee met him in the headlights of the truck. They both stared down at the blue alien woman, whose skin shone brightly now.
“So, you get the shoulders, and I get the legs?” she said.
“Mack, what are we even doing with this thing?”
“Taking it back to the visitor center,” she said. “What else? You think we should call someone?”
“No. Definitely not. Not yet. But I don’t see how taking her back to the visitor center is gonna help anything.”
“It won’t, but I feel bad for her.”
Johnny muffled a snicker. “Mack, she’s dead. I mean, just look at her.”
“Yeah, but … I don’t know. It’s real proof that alien life exists. I don’t want to leave them out here. If we can take one back …”
“Fine. You grab the legs, and I’ll get the shoulders.”
Johnny liked to believe he could find extra muscle when Mackenzee was around, but in reality the alien woman’s butt dragged the dirt more often than not. They had to stop at the rear fender, sitting her down up against the tire. Even like that she was nearly as tall as Mackenzee. A few minutes later, they finished the job, hoisting her into the bed and shutting the tailgate.
Johnny grabbed his left shoulder. “Jesus, that burns. She’s fucking heavy!”
Mackenzee was red in the face, her forehead covered in sweat. “But so worth it.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” she said, swallowing hard.
They got back into the truck and started down the dirt road, staying at a reduced speed to preserve the special cargo in the bed.
Johnny shook his head. “Man oh man.”
It required two desks lined up longways to set the alien woman down—only because Mackenzee insisted not putting her on the floor. That’d just be rude. Even then her feet were dangling over the edge.
It really was remarkable how womanly she was. Johnny had seen many glimpses of her inside the ship, but in full-on light she looked almost exactly like an Earth girl. The shape of her body was nearly identical, except for it being elongated to support her nine-foot-tall stature. Likewise, a long, slender neck connected a relatively human-looking face to her shoulders. The major differences were her large, black eyes and bald, oblong cranium.
Oh yeah, and she was blue from head to toe.
“Are we sure she’s really dead?” Mackenzee asked, circling the desks, staring at the alien chick.
“It doesn’t matter what planet you’re from. The skin’s cold. That means she’s dead.”
“On Earth, yeah. But maybe her skin is supposed to be cold. Maybe we killed her by taking her out of the ship. You think of that? What if she doesn’t breathe oxygen?”
Johnny shook his head. “No way. There was no sign of life when I got there. None of them were alive.”
“She just doesn’t look dead.”
Johnny was already looking well into the future. A crashed alien ship wouldn’t go undiscovered for long, even if they both didn’t tell anyone. Someone would find out, and then the park would be swarming with federal agents, television crews, and countless rabid people hoping to see a glimpse of life outside of this world. Johnny imagined Mackenzee and himself being taken to some remote building and questioned by men in suits. The park would be a new Area 51.
On the other hand, the park would be the most popular attraction in the state. Maybe there’d be an exhibit near the crash site.
“She’s really pretty,” said Mackenzee. “I’m already getting used to her.”
“Are you getting a lady-boner over there?”
She was blushing. “She’s just attractive. Doesn’t matter if you’re a guy or a girl. I know attractive people when I see them, and this is one.”
Johnny liked to joke, but he knew what she meant. Mackenzee was right; their minds were conditioned to find certain features attractive, and the blue woman was definitely pleasing to the eyes, even if she was from another world. His gaze settled upon her chest. If the alien woman was their size, she would’ve been busty. At a height of nine feet, her breasts were enormous, each bigger than his head with nipples twice the diameter of the average thumb.
As enticing as her breasts were, he couldn’t stop his eyes from going down south. As he had seen in the ship, the alien chick was every bit a woman, including between her legs.
“I see you staring,” Mackenzee said.
“Hey, I can’t help it. It’s almost as nice as yours.”
“Yeah, whatever.”
Johnny remembered the velvety interior of her pussy from earlier, and the suction trying to pull his fingers deeper within. Her skin might’ve been cold, but she was warm down there, inside her body. He wanted to experience that sensation again.
Mackenzee placed a hand on her lower abdomen. “Bladder’s calling. Don’t go touching Ms. Alien here while I’m gone.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Johnny said, watching her leave the office.
Once Mackenzee was gone, Johnny went back to staring at the spot between the woman’s legs. She was so peaceful, so still. Yet, he couldn’t get his mind off her pussy. He brought two fingers toward it. The skin was still as dry as before, but the entrance gave way easily, opening up with a gentle push. The inside was so warm.
How did this woman get off when she was still alive? Johnny wondered. With a similar body, maybe it was the same way. In his thoughts, the alien chick stirred to life, bringing one of her own hands down to her private entrance. A finger slipped in, and then another. She moaned with a human voice, for Johnny couldn’t hear anything else. His imagination was rather limited in that regard.
Of course, the thought crossed him that he was sexually penetrating a dead alien woman in the welcoming offices of the park’s visitor center. But, the
re was something strange about her body. Mackenzee was right; she didn’t look dead. Her skin was rich with color, and her face looked frozen, locked in a snapshot. Dead creatures didn’t look like her.
Once again, the suction effect returned. Johnny felt a gentle pull on his hand from inside. It was easy to resist, yet he gave in a little, letting it tug his entire hand in. The outer lips of the alien pussy easily swallowed his fist, clenching next around his wrist. It seemed rather roomy in there.
Their alien dicks must be massive, he thought.
After a moment, the suction intensified. Johnny allowed it to swallow his arm up all the way to the elbow. From there on, it was more difficult to free himself.
“Damn,” he muttered. “What the hell is that?”
A few more seconds passed, and his new worst fear came to life. Johnny couldn’t pull his hand free. He yanked hard, using leverage against the desk to push away. Yet, it wouldn’t come out. The outer lips of her pussy were creeping up his arm, taking it all in. Johnny watched in horror as it neared his shoulder. There was no way it was going beyond that!
The suction increased again.
Mackenzee came out of the bathroom just in time to see Johnny being pulled between the alien woman’s blue legs. There was no stopping it now; the pussy stretched beyond recognizable dimensions, pulling at every cell on his epidermis. Johnny leaned in to try to free himself one last time, but then it had his hair. He cried out as darkness slipped over his forehead and eyes, stretching around his face.
“Mack, call someone!” he shouted, before his words were muffled behind the interior walls of the alien’s pussy.
The tunnel contracted and expanded around him, like an esophagus pulling him inside. He felt his shoulders and torso coming in next, and then his abdomen. The ground left his feet. There was nothing to see. Darkness surrounded him on all sides. He had been straight as an arrow going into her body, but now his new fleshy prison forced him to curl into a ball. Johnny felt his legs and feet getting sucked in at the same time. There was a tiny slit of light down there, but then that closed up too.
He opened his mouth to scream, but no voice came out. The walls were pushing in on him, shrinking around his body. His knees were pinned against his chest. The muscles around him were strong, unrelenting in their constant force. Johnny felt the air escaping the cocoon, making it hard to breathe. Everything was beginning to feel wet and slippery, soaking his clothes and touching his skin.
Somewhere faraway, a voice was shouting his name.
Just as Johnny felt like he was inhaling for the final time, taking that one last breath of oxygen before the darkness set in, a bright light surrounded him. It was warm and pleasant, scaring away the shadows. A few seconds passed, and he didn’t feel so cramped anymore. There was room to move, to stretch. He rubbed his eyes, which seemed so unaccustomed to this new brightness. He breathed in deep, stretching his lungs full of oxygen.
Finally, his new surroundings began to take shape. Mackenzee was standing not far away, a phone up to her ear. Her eyes were large globes. Something must’ve frightened her, for she backed away clumsily, bumping a desk and frantically grabbing a pen. She held it as if she were prepared to strike him.
“Stop right there!” she shouted, her body trembling. “What have you done with him?”
“No, it’s me! It’s all right,” Johnny said. “I’m fine.”
Mackenzee gradually lowered her makeshift weapon. “What?”
“I don’t know what happened, but—”
“Johnny? You should look at yourself.”
He knew something was wrong. The room seemed smaller than before, and the colors were slightly off. The light was brighter than he remembered, but not blinding. On top of that, his field of view was wider than ever, allowing him to almost see a one-hundred-and-eighty degree swath without turning his head. It was a little nauseating.
Johnny knew what to expect when he looked down. He was inside the alien woman’s body, his mind replacing hers. Every inch of his skin was a vibrant blue. Worse yet, he was entirely female, possessing those same monstrous breasts he had been eyeing earlier. Likewise, the place between his legs was devoid of his typical male equipment, replaced with a blue vertical slit. He perceived it all.
Mackenzee set aside the pen. “That’s really you, isn’t it?”
Johnny stared at his right hand, bending each finger carefully and watching the results of his mental commands. It didn’t feel all that odd to not have a fifth finger. They all moved naturally.
“Mack,” he started, finding his voice again. It sounded like he had inhaled helium. “I messed up big time.”
Mackenzee put the phone down. “I thought you were gone for good.”
“Well, let’s not say that just yet. I’m stuck as some freakishly large blue woman. What the hell happened to me?”
Mackenzee pointed. “Looks like you’re still in there to me.”
“What?”
Johnny glanced down at his body again. He thought he had seen it all. There was certainly an overload of new information, with the extra weight on his chest and the radical size of his body. He was much larger than before, but it was surprisingly easy to move around.
Something was different, though. Johnny’s blue belly was distended outward, taking the shape of a massive ball. Either he had one hell of a beer gut, or …
He gasped. “I’m still in me! Or, my body’s still … inside me. Shit. There’s no way that doesn’t sound insane.”
“You’re pregnant with yourself,” Mackenzee said.
“That doesn’t sound any better. It’s like the alien body is some kind of suit, and the cockpit is the belly.”
Mackenzee stepped closer, intrigued. “But, you’re not operating it from the belly, right? It’s like you’re actually her.”
“A tall blue alien woman pregnant with my real body. Sounds about right.”
It was a good thing no one else was around. Anyone would freak out seeing a giant blue woman in the visitor center. Extra attention to this was the last thing Johnny wanted. He was at least glad that Mackenzee was here with him. She confirmed everything that he saw. He wasn’t completely losing his mind.
“You should try standing,” she suggested. “Give it a test drive.”
“Yeah, just give me a minute to move my big blue ass.”
The two desks groaned with his weight. He was a lot heavier than before. With his normal body inside the alien’s belly, they must’ve weighed north of four-hundred pounds combined. It jutted way out there, the size of a car’s tire. Johnny could barely imagine it holding his male body. There was no sign of it underneath.
Swinging each massive leg over to the ground, Johnny found a balance. He pushed himself upright, ducking at the last second to avoid grazing the ceiling. The sudden motion caused his body to jiggle in strange places, but he ignored that for now. The room seemed so small compared to him, all the chairs and desks designed for little kids.
Mackenzee was smiling at him.
“Piece of cake,” Johnny said, putting his hands on his hips. The gesture reminded him of being human.
“You’re so freakin’ tall,” she said.
Johnny looked around the room. “Nine feet, right? Better call Guinness World Records.”
She came closer, staring up at him. “So, you can feel everything, right? It’s like you’re actually her.”
He shrugged. “I guess so.”
Mackenzee looked different now, but Johnny knew that was because he was experiencing the world through a pair of fish-eye lenses. Everything in his peripherals was small and stretched, and Mackenzee looked disproportionate, with her head bigger than he remembered.
She reached out and touched his massive, swollen belly. Johnny felt the tip of her finger with unparalleled sensitivity. It came around to the left, tracing the gargantuan curve of it. He leaned away, trying not to laugh.
“Hey, that tickles a little.”
She gazed up at him. “So, you do
feel it all?”
“Yeah. I guess it’s my body for now.”
She bit her lip. “Then, what about this?”
Before Johnny could say anything, Mackenzee slipped a hand between his legs. He lost sight of it as it disappeared beneath the swell of his belly. Regardless, he felt the fingers making contact with his new nether region. A tingle raced up his spine, and he stepped out of her reach.
“Whoa, hey! Give me some time to get my bearings straight here.”
Mackenzee giggled. “Oh please! You’re a guy. I know what you’re thinking about.”
She wasn’t wrong. Johnny gazed down at his blue cleavage. They were like a pair of basketballs, heavy and firm, but not oversized for his body. He spotted a purple nipple on the end of each. Unlike before, they were completely responsive now, enlarging as his mind thought of some crazy things. And they were sensitive too, unlike anything he had ever felt before. Two fingers found one and gave it a tweak, while the second hand grabbed the other breast, squeezing it generously. Mackenzee appeared to blur for a moment as Johnny discovered a pleasure he had never felt before.
“Jesus fuck.”
“Good?” she asked.
“They’re really sensitive. I don’t know if this is how a woman feels, or if it’s just because I’m some alien chick. They feel really good.”
“Perhaps she has a lot in common with us, like a common ancestor.”
“Yeah,” Johnny sighed. “That makes me feel better, because an interspecies relationship is wrong, you know. You should be worrying about how the hell I’m going to get out of this thing.”
Mackenzee grinned. “Maybe later.”
As a nine-foot-tall humanoid alien, there was no place to make himself comfortable. Mackenzee found an old cot in the back, but even then his legs were hanging off the end. Still, it was better than nothing at all. Johnny eased himself down onto his back, cradling his massive belly. There was a soothing warmth to it, radiating from within. That was probably due to it containing an adult human male. As hard as it was to wrap his mind around that, he hoped everything was all right down there.
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