the aliens who keep the humans in their care well-fed definitely have my attention. i assume they've calculated everything about human care, and they know their math is correct, so the humans' "refusal to cooperate" just baffles them.
-work anon
Exactly! This might be my first Earth mission, but I know what I'm doing, and I'm determined to get the test subjects back to planetside safe and sound.
Human's aren't used to a lower gravity environment, so obviously I've safely strapped them into palce and restricted their movement so they can't injure themselves.
Back on Earth they don't even have nutrient-rich synthetic foods yet, so it makes sense that they're a little nervous about trying them. That's why I've instructed the ship's AI caretaker to use the feeding tube if they're reluctant to consume their allocated daily servings.
It's honestly sad how frail and sickly they all looked when they first got on board. Lucky for them, I took personal responsibility for calculating their rations. I simply took how much they had been eating on Earth, added a healthy buffer for the fact that they had limited resources available to them, that they would need more protection from the cold of space, and that they might be stressed from their journey. A nice round 8,000 calorie daily allowance, delivered directly via flavour-enhanced mix in a continuous flow.
It's sad that they still seem stressed out about eeverything. They must still be in the survival mindset Earth had them trapped in. If they keep resisting I'm going to add a gentle sedative to the mix and increase their rations so they know there's no need to be worried about anything at all.
At least they're starting to look a little healthier, a nice doughy softness on their funny little limbs and bellies. I can't wait until we get them back to homeworld and I can take proper care of them, I just know they're going to really flourish.
One of my absolute favourite has to be secretly slipping extra calories into someone's food, especially if they're trying to diet.
Swapping their protein shakes for indulgent chocolate milkshakes, their diet sodas for regular. Stirring weight gain powder into the batch of 'healthy flapjacks' I'm baking.
Encouraging them to have a few cheat days every week, and to eat way more than they usually would to 'get it out of their system'. Serving huge portions at dinner time, and telling them to eat up so they don't get hungry and snack later (but make sure they're surrounded by tasty snacks at all times, just in case.)
Couple that with always rewarding and praising them for eating well, and fucking them senseless when their belly is tightly packed, until they crave stuffing themselves with a visceral need they don't really understand.
Then one day, dropping the act. Putting them in front of the mirror and grabbing a fat handful of flab to jiggle. Making them confront how far they let things get without putting up the slightest bit of resistance. Helping them realise there's no point trying anymore, that they're always going to be my desperate, greedy piglet. Then prdering them to their knees and hand feeding them until they pant with the heavy weight of their gut.
I'm going to (slowly) come back to using this account after taking a big ol' mental health break from socials.
Thank you everyone who sent me kind messages checking in 🩷
I'm doing a lot better now, and miss having horny kinky fun with you all!
I'm going to be working my way through ask box prompts and warming up my writing muscles again gently, but I missed you delightful pervs who live in my phone
Ok but the pleasure succubus idea... I'd like to hear more about that
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A succubus who feeds off human pleasure ~ any kind of pleasure.
I wish you could see how beautiful you look right now.
Pleasure, desire, need - it's flowing off you in thick golden strands. Pouring from your eyes, your hands, your mouth, between your legs.
Each thread of light slips between my lips and coils in my belly, warm and heavy as a python.
I saw it right away in the bar. Your surprise and joy when I came over and started to talking to you, flirting hard. Your eyes crawling over my body, greedily. The lust as I rested a hand on your arm. Then way it swelled when I let my fingers graze over the curve of your upper belly.
When I whispered in your ear, inviting you back to my place, I guess you didn't think you'd end up here, did you?
You chuckled when I pulled out the thick leather cuffs, strapped you firmly to the head of the bed. Now the only noise you're making is pained moans of pleasure as I force another forkful of cream cake between your lips, my other hand alternating between shaking the growing swell of your gut and reaching between your legs to bring you back to the edge of orgasm before pulling away once again.
If you still had your wits you might wonder why you felt so drained, why I seemed to be getting stronger and more beautiful with every nip of my teeth and desperate gulp of food, as I siphon just a little more of your energy in the form of indulgent bliss.
Of course, you're much too far gone to think of anything right now. All you're good for is teasing and toying with, working you up more and more so I can take every delicious drop from you.
If I drain you too quickly then I'll kick you out, send you to stagger home and wake up with a confused hangover. But if you hold out for me, keep right on that hedonistic edge, swallow every bite, get even harder and slicker between my fingers as I deny you release, if you do as you're told and take it like a sweet toy, maybe I'll keep you.
Keep you here as my pet. Overfeed you into a blissed out haze constantly. Get you drunk and high to add a different flavour to the pleasure I'm drinking down. Cage you so there's no risk of you getting off without permission and your lust can grow and grow along with the rest of you.
Reduced to cute, blissed out livestock. Your thoughts subsumed by the constant barrage of pleasurable chemicals, until all you know is to be good for me, to let me have my way with you until I'm sated - for the time being.
Fantasising about a friend inviting me round to his place. He's... Fine. Clearly a bit awkward. Jokes about all the porn he watches. Wears shirts he outgrew a few XL combo meals ago.
But he wants to show me a new VR game, and I am curious. When I get to his place he takes me to his room, and I can't help but notice the piles of wrappers littered around. Fast food bags, snacks, no wonder he's been getting so tubby lately.
He boots up his PC and hands me his VR headset to try on. It fits snugly, the ear pieces muffling any outside sound.
There's a moment of darkness, and then the 'game' loads. A complicated, weaving spiral shape fills my vision, and a low melodic hum blasts out of the headset, drowning out my thoughts.
For a moment I'm confused, in fact I go to pull the headset off, but my arms feel so heavy. Floppy. Weak. And anyway, the spiral looks cool. It feels... It feels good. I can't remember what I was worried about, in fact. I love watching this spiral.
The pulsing sound takes on a new dimension, and I can make our whispering voices, just beyond the edge of hearing. Only snatches of words are audible over the hum.
'Serve.'
'Worship.'
'Obey.'
It's getting even harder to focus. The spiral is drawing me in, filling every space inside my head. As it should. Of course, of course my head should be filled with nothing but this softness, this feeling of falling.
I don't know how long the headset is on. I don't know when I dropped to my knees, but I must have at some point, because when it's pulled off my face I'm on the floor.
As the headset is pulled off I whimper a little, sad at being taken away from the lovely spiral, the wonderful voices. Then suddenly, I don't care. Because he's there.
How could I have ever thought he was gross? A loser? He's so obviously perfect. I can't believe how lucky I am that he's my master. That I was made to serve him.
He looks down at me, a little concern troubling his perfect face, and smile up at him, desperate to know how I can ease his concern.
'How do you feel?' he asks.
'I'm perfect, master,' I say, happily. 'Is there anything I can do for you?'
His face breaks into a wide grin, and he leans back in his gaming chair, satisfied.
'Well, you should be naked, shouldn't you?'
Of course! One of my most important purposes is to be good porn for him. I pull my shirt over my head, wriggle out of my jeans, slip off my underwear. He holds out a hand I pass my underwear to him, of course, it belongs to him.
I present in the way I know he'll like, my thighs parted, my mouth open and my tongue hanging out, drool gathering at the tip. A tiny part of my brain wonders how I know what he likes - isn't this the first time I've been here? Why does this feel so natural? Then his thumb is in my mouth and those thoughts vanish. God it feels so tight to worship him.
He pulls down his sweatpants and boxers, then clicks his fingers and points at the space under his desk. I crawl there, happily, and then his hand is in my hair and his cock - his perfect, beautiful cock - is in my mouth, the heavy swelling of his gut resting on my face as I lap up the sweat from his body, savouring the taste of him.
I hear him hit his keyboard a few times, booting up one of his favourite anime porn games, but I'm too distracted trying to cockwarm him properly. I want to suck him off frantically, gagging as I take his shaft deeply, but I need to follow his direction. Right now, he's just grinding against my face, spreading my drool around my slack mouth as I lick at him with slow, deep strokes.
The anime girls on his screen moan, and his speeds up his rhythm against my face, fucking my mouth harder and deeper. When his cock hits the back of my throat I choke slightly, but I focus on relaxing my jaw, letting him use me like the fuck toy I am. I feel his shaft twitch, and he cums down my throat, the taste rich and salty and delicious. I swallow every drop, licking the tip clean as a few more drips squeeze from the tip and he lets out a deep groan.
I know he'll be sensitive after coming, so I stay in my spot on my knees and move to worshipping his beautiful gut. I kiss and lick across the surface, nuzzling my face into the swirls of dark hair. I slide my tongue into his deep belly button, nibble along the sensitive flesh of his lower gut.
I'm in heaven.
Pretty soon he's hard again, and he grabs my hair, moving me back to his cock and pressing a hand on the back of my head to fuck me deep and hard. My eyes water at the roughness, and I can't help but moan in pleasure. There's a mounting pressure between my own thighs, but that's not important right now. I need to be a good toy, a good pet. If he wants to use the rest of me later, that will be his decision.
He comes again, and pulls my head away after I've cleaned him off. He looks down at me, crouched under his desk, my eyes looking adoringly up at him, my face smeared with tears, drool and his sweat. A
He slaps me, hard, and I keep my adoring state locked on him. He hasn't given me permission to speak, but I want to thank him so badly.
Instead, he gives me another order - he's so considerate of my need to be useful.
'I'm hungry, slut. Fix it.'
Of course! He must have used so much energy fucking my worthless face, I've been so selfish. I spring to my feet immediately and rush to his kitchen, still naked.
I need to make him a proper meal, but he'll need snacks to tide him over till then. I pull open the kitchen cabinets until I find what I'm looking for. A family sized bag of chips that I pour into a bowl. A box of brownie bites I stack on a plate. A six pack of soda I carry in my mouth by the plastic ring like a loyal dog. He deserves so much better, but this will have to do for now.
I bring him his snacks, which he acknowledged with a grunt, his eyes already back on his game, though he's kind enough to slap my ass as I hurry back to the kitchen.
I pull an apron on over my naked body and start to work cooking him something more substantial, a thick stack of pancakes and crisp bacon, smothered in butter and drowning in syrup. God, I hope he likes it.
I make him a coffee and ice-cream shake too, I need to keep his energy up so he can game as long as he wants. The food seems to take ages, but finally every bite is perfect - as it should be.
I bring the plate and glass back to his room, eager to see my beautiful master again.
He's leaned back in his chair, eyes on the screen, one hand resting on his domed belly where his shirt has ridden up. He looks so gorgeous. I wait eagerly, seeing if he will be kind enough to let me feed him. He doesn't take his eyes of the heavy-titted anime girls finger fucking each other on his screen, just gestures for me to perch on the edge of his cluttered desk.
I do, careful not to disturb any of his snacks or figurines, and start cutting his pancakes into pieces and feeding him one bite after another. I love watching him eat. The soft jiggle of his double chin, the cute nipples of his moobs straining against his overstretched shirt. A blob of syrup clings to the corner of his mouth, and I reverently lean in to lick it up.
Soon enough the meal is gone, the drinks guzzled. My master - my god - heaves himself out of his chair and waddles over to the bed, reclining on his pillows like the king he is.
I move to kneel beside the bed, and he ruffles my hair, the affection meaning more to me than any bouquet of roses could.
Then, he clicks his fingers again and points at his stiffening cock. I eagerly climb up onto the bed with him and take him in my mouth again, worshipping every inch of his soft flesh. He flops backwards, watching me with a dozy, satisfied expression.
He's been planning this for a while. He already has a cage set up for me in the corner of the room, a program of more and more intense hypnosis programs to melt away every drop of my free will. He can't wait to show me off to his friends, to make full use of his perfectly obedient slave. For now though, he's enjoying the show. And soon, it'll be time for dinner.
