IT’S JUST INTERGALACTIC POLITICS
“Zellnor! How many times do I have to tell you!” screeched the crackly voice of my commander. “Get back into your pod! You don’t want to draw attention!”
Messages from our mothership are beamed directly into my brain. Needless to say, his desperate shouts gave me a splitting headache.
I slithered out of the sweaty gym bag and back inside my pod. My outer membrane fused to my pod’s powerful back, closing it tight. I blinked a few times, and the lumbering beast came back online.
“Hello again, Boris,” I mumbled to myself. My slurry speech is tinted with Slavic undertones.
My target was standing directly in front of me, dressing a fancy hotdog. There was no more time for play. It was time for action.
Scanning the bowling alley and arcade, I drew in a sharp breath. All eyes were on me. I guess picking up a half-naked monster from the gym next door was always going to attract attention. (Never mind the fact that a “giant alien slug” just slid into his back. That’s what they call us, anyway.)
Fortunately, my next home– a chunky young congressman from Philadelphia– didn’t get the memo. I would have to make my move, and fast.
Flexing my hands, I felt a rush of adrenaline pump through my flesh-pod. My oversized muscles grew hard and tense, pumping themselves up for the task at hand.
Choosing Boris may have been going a tad overboard… but the congressman had been a defensive lineman back in the day. He’s out of shape now, but he has a sturdy frame. I needed someone who could easily overpower him and– as two talons slid out of my internal body and hooked into Boris’s prostate– someone virile.
As I hijacked Boris’s reproductive system, I felt his cock jerk, and his balls fill. The burst of alien testosterone I secreted into him caused his nervous system to rev into high gear, and an added burst of adrenaline gave his senses laser-like focus. His meaty limbs began to shake as his considerable muscles inflated like a blow-fish under attack. His skin was pulled tight restraining the results of being instantly and painfully pumped up. I checked the mirror and Boris loomed back. The increased size made him appear terrifying.
Now all this body needed was a good fuck.
When the congressman brought the hotdog to his mouth, I grabbed him by the back of the collar. He began to protest, but once he caught sight of the size of the man that was dragging him into the bathroom, he fell into a stunned silence. He was no match for this Eastern European steroid depository.
Slamming the restroom door shut behind us, I engaged the lock. Clutching him by the buttons on his shirt, I pressed my bulky body against his, slamming him against the wall. His hands ran down my sweaty chest through the tufts of dark hair, attempting to get a grip on something. To find some way to hurt me. But my arms and body were too swollen for his hand to get around.
Unable to help myself, I dove into his mouth. I just want to taste him… once.
The moment my thick tongue collides with his, my burly body makes automatic, animalistic grunts. I pant against his unwelcome lips.
Suddenly, my hands couldn’t move fast enough. My cock feels ready to burst. I throw him to the ground and pull down his pants, then clumsily guide the lumbering Boris into him.
Greased only by the leftover sweat from Boris’s workout, I wrap my hands around his hips and force myself deep inside. Boris’s domineering hips began to buck. I let the human body’s natural impulses take over.
Face against the tile; the congressman moans as I fuck him mercilessly. Boris’s eyes catch sight of himself in the mirror, and I can’t look away. The vision of this body in full-on domination mode in combination with the friction between my thighs inspires utter ecstasy.
A rush overcomes my body, and liquid metal fills Boris’s testicles. As I shoot it into the human receptacle before me, I watch the congressman’s face freeze as liquid spikes slice through his body in all directions, from his brain to his feet. His body puffs out slightly as an alien exoskeleton hardens and takes shape. Under his shirt, I see sharp ridges rise on his back. Next, his eyes roll back in his head and his mouth drops open, signalling that he is ready to be boarded.
I lay down beside him and exit through Boris’s back, then slither under the congressman’s shirt and inside my new, permanent home.
Sorry about this, Ben. It’s just… intergalactic politics.
My membrane fuses the congressman’s back and I bring my new pod online. Clearing my throat, I try my new voice on for size, simultaneously broadcasting it to my ship signaling success.
“Congressman Benjamin Michaels, reporting for duty. A vote for me is a vote for you.”
As the cheers erupt in my ears, I stand upright and examine myself in the mirror, singing softly, “I’m just a Ben. Yes, I’m only a Ben. And I’m going down to capital hill…”
I have a weakness for class human television. What can I say? Chalk it up to nostalgia.
My line of sight catches Boris, my abandoned pod. Still fresh from habitation and winding down, his body twitches. My eyes widen at a welcome discovery…
He’s still hard! That will make retrieving his exoskeleton easy. I can’t leave any trace of foreign invasion.
I grin at my reflection as I slip a finger into my new asshole. The congressman’s pants are still around his ankles. As I finger him, I watch his body react– taking delight in human pleasure.
Lowering myself onto Boris’s cock– slowly, because the congressman is sore from the forced entry– I place my hands on Boris’s massive muscle-tits for stability. Boris flexes automatically as I ride him, his unconscious body reinvigorated by the exoskeleton powering the pod’s reproductive system.
Frantic pounding erupts from the other side of the door.
“Congressman! Are you okay?” A voice calls in alarm.
I ride the shell of the impossibly buff European faster, arching backward and pushing against the floor for support. The veins in Boris’s neck bulges as he gets close, and his hips quake underneath me.
As his exoskeleton flows into me, his face betrays a glimmer of life, straining from the massive orgasm. Suddenly his eyes pop open as I continue to ride him, seeking my own bliss.
He opens his mouth to speak and I place a finger to his lips as I orgasm. My new cock spurts a thick rope of cum onto his chest, and at the sight of it, he throws his head back and orgasms again.
The knocking gives way to heavier thumps at the door. Someone is trying to break it down. Moving quickly, I run a hand along Boris’s back. No ridges. He should be clean.
Boris, still jacked up on my testosterone, hungrily licks my shoulder.
“More,” he groans as his over-stimulated eyes dilate. “I want more.”
I peel myself off of him and spread his hairy legs. Burying my face in his ass, I keep my eyes glues onto Boris’s throbbing cock while saying my goodbye with a series of hot puffs of air and gluttonous licks. His cock bubbles with a continuous stream of cum, like a fountain. His divine groans bounce off of the walls.
He cries out in frustration as I begrudgingly pull myself away, and he starts to jerk himself as his eyes hungrily climb up and down my body. After inhabiting him, he will never want anyone else; he will never fantasize about anyone else… but me.
Pulling up my pants, I cross to the door and pop it open, leaving the sexually confused and horny meathead on the floor to take the rap. The police push past me, struggling to stop Boris from touching himself long enough to get the handcuffs on.
Sexually assaulting a Congressman, Boris? Not smart. They are going to put you away for a long time. Well, at least until the next election.
After the win, I will need a little… release.
