The viscous fluid flowed into me through the enema tube and already I could feel the changes it was starting inside me, just like the stories had warned. It had een set up by the same masked orderlies that had bound and gagged me despite my frantic struggles to the horrible, ominous contraption. They would be the last people I would see for a very long time.
I should not have been surprised when the black tube snaked down from the light-filled ceiling to connect itself to the hose that passed though my gag. With my nose pinched shut, that was the only air I got, and despite my fear I could not stop my panting breathing of whatever was flowing down the tube.
As I breathed it, it felt like heavier, wetter air flowing into my lungs. This was also to change me. To let me breathe their air, just as the liquid flowing slowly up my gut was to allow me to ingest their food.
It was the next device descending from the ceiling that made me struggle fruitlessly again. This was another bag, smaller than the enema bag, filled with a pale pink liquid. Attached to the bag was another tube, terminating in a phallic shape. As I watched, crying in protest into my gag, the tube moved like it was alive, curling and angling itself to line up between my bound, spread legs, and slowly move forward, the lubricated shaft sliding easily past my labia and into my pussy.
It pushed all the way into me, pressing up against my cervix - as the warnings had said. I felt strange pressures inside as the shaft expanded inside me to leave me feeling stuffed full, and then the slow throb of it as the liquid level in the bag visibly decreased. Over a minute or two, the shaft methodically pumped the contents of the second bag directly into my womb. As with my lungs and digestive system, its purpose was to change me there, as well, to bear their young.
My body flushed hot in waves. Nausea washed over me, then disappeared. Dizziness. Buzzing in my ears. Strange tastes on my tongue. Liquid flowed through me, making my body gurgle and shift, and I couldn’t even cry or scream.
When my head cleared, the three tubes were all gone. My mouth was ungagged, and I breathed freely the damp, dense, oddly sweet air. Air that would have been poisonous to me before. I was still bound, still splayed open, but the bags and tubes were gone, and nothing spilled from me.
When the door opposite me irised open, the creature that waled in on six muscled legs would have engendered terrified screams from me before. A part of me was still terrified. But another part of me reacted in the opposite manner. My body flushed, and as I detected its musk and stared into its thee eyes I felt my arousal growing.
The flanks of its dark red body had several pairs of short grasping arms. It’s eyes were mounted on a wide head with a strange shaped mouth, connected to the body with a bull-like neck. As it approached, my eyes were inevitably drawn to what hung between its back four legs - two translucent, veined shafts emerging as I watched from within its body. Then its torso blocked my view as it stepped over me. One by one, limbs grasped me just above or below the different straps that bound me in place. A soon as one pair held firm, another near it would undo the closest strap, until I was no longer bound at all, but held in place under the body of the creature. Its warm skin pressed against mine. Two more of the limbs grasped my breasts, kneading and rubbing them as ist three eyes looked down into mine.
I wanted to say something, ask something, but when I opened my mouth all that came out was a moan. Because a thick, hot, pulsing shaft was pushing into my pussy. And just as I was gasping for my next breath, a second shaft was worming its way into my ass.
Not long ago, I would have been screaming in abject terror at the horrific monster now starting to fuck me in a slow, alien rhythm. A small corner of my mind was doing that- or wanted to. But the rest of me was writhing in pure pleasure, in wanton abandon at the sensations all over and in my body.
The shaft on my pussy surged forward and back, expended and contracted inside me. The one in my ass slid deeper and deeper, twitching and pulsing. I knew something was building. The creature’s muscles flexed and knotted over me. Its belly rested against mine and I felt through it a great, triple-beating heart. Something shifted deep inside me, and with a shudder I knew what it was. The tip of the tube-shaft in my pussy had penetrated and forced open my cervix. This would have been painful before the changes. Now, it just made me feel more open and accessible and than I had ever felt before.
For a few breaths, the creature froze, both of us wire tense, its twin shafts almost motionless inside me. Then with a shudder and rumbling vocalization, the shaft in my pussy distended at my penetrated entrance. A fat, long bulge squeezed through the tube into me, down through, in, to be pushed fully and finally into my womb. The creature fairly bellowed as it implanted its young into me, and my overstimulated body jerked and shuddered with the absoluteness of the act. The climaxing, for that’s obvious what it was, creature sounded again, and a second bulge stretched me and plunged into me, and into my womb, making me gasp, and buck.
It was the third and final deposit, though, the one that made me feel full and heavy in my belly, that drove me to the strangest and most intense climax I’ve ever had. I had been prepared, changed in body and to some degree mind, fucked, implanted with three alien…what? larvae? eggs? babies? - and I was cumming deliriously, as if my body’s - my being’s - entire purpose was being fulfilled. I felt joy. I felt love. For the new life now inside me, for the… father of my children staring down at me with affection in its eyes.
When its various limbs began to release me and the shafts slowly withdrew from my still quaking body, it was me who reached for him, drawing its head to mine. I kissed it in the spot between its three eyes and it hummed against me, and we rested there for some time.
Then he drew back and offered me two of his small limbs to support me as I finally got off the table/device. It rumbled a set of syllables as I stood on shaky legs. This was its name. I would learn how to pronounce it eventually. I smiled as one of my hands and one of its limbs moved to the slight bulge on my lower belly. Inside me, a little life shifted.
The father of my children led me out into my new life.
