1. Chapter 2


Heather was enjoying a very disturbing experience as the tentacle that had penetrated her own body so completely retreated inside the entrails of the beast with her in tow. If the exterior of the worm appeared silky smooth and completely dry, the interior was the polar opposite. As soon as the maw closed, she was doused in all kinds of gooey liquids until she was completely drenched in translucent slime.

Having accustomed her eyes to the scarce pink luminosity coming from some phosphorescent organs, she could see in detail how the cavity that was the mouth of the beast; barely big enough to fit her bloated body, it was lined with a cornucopia of organic bits. There were bony protrusions, wriggly appendages, yawning stomas, gland sacs dripping ichors, questing suckers and many other unidentifiable things, all of them touching, licking or pinching her. The tentacle that had her speared came from behind a closed sphincter leading further inside the internal workings of the worm, heralding more indignities down the line.

As if echoing her dire thoughts, many needle tipped tentacles, like the one which first anesthetized her, appeared from hidden pores in the inner tissues of the flesh chamber and began piercing her weak limbs in multiple places. Immediately, the substance that the tentacles had injected made her lose almost all the sensitivity on her legs and arms from the hips and shoulders down.

Having seeing what remained of the body of the rescued woman she knew what came next. The injector appendages, their work finished, retreated inside their holes only to be replaced by a new, thicker, brand of tentacle, whose shape betrayed their function to Heather’s horror. Those new tentacles reminded her of oversized lampreys, their tips a circular mouth lined with sharp looking teeth.
As if not to disappoint, the toothed tentacles launched themselves to Heather’s limbs in multiple places and began tearing chunks of flesh from her. Had she been able to scream, she would have done so until her voice gave up. Looking in disbelief, but unable to fall unconscious due to the chemicals that coursed her veins, Heather saw how her beautiful arms and legs became full of raggedy red holes in a matter of seconds.

By all fairness, being disassembled like that should have hurt a lot more than it was doing. Having your flesh rent asunder by a dozen of hungry mouths was not something Heather would have thought a clean affair. There was pain, which was undeniable. She felt the suction cup kissing her skin, and how the tiny teeth sank into it and rotated like a saw. She felt how the muscle fibers tore and were separated from her, chunk by chunk.

And, despite feeling everything, she could somehow detach herself from the process. Her shocked mind took a while to realize, but finally reached the conclusion that it had to be the effect of the substance injected prior this grisly dismembering. The tentacles continued their relentless work, eating, swallowing and repeating, allowing Heather to see the white of the bone in some places, but there was surprisingly little blood. The transparent ooze that covered her and seeped constantly into the freshly made holes seemed to staunch the bleeding almost before it happened.

After what seemed hours to Heather, all the muscle was consumed, reducing her legs and arms to their skeletal frames under the ass and shoulders. Without stopping there, the toothed tentacles attacked again with renewed vigor, making short work of the remaining limb structure and leaving her a much manageable and smaller form, having being reduced to a compact torso with pulsing crimson stumps.

Tears flowed freely from her eyes, diluting into the slime that so permeated her skin. The survivor woman had been similarly amputated and the scientists had speculated that it was an efficient method to reduce metabolic maintenance and optimize long-term storage space. Knowing it beforehand hadn’t made the actual procedure any easier.

Having completed the initial preparations, the sphincter from where the main tentacle protruded opened like an iris, revealing a tight tunnel illuminated by phosphorescent ribs all the way down the alien’s body. The tentacle began to retreat inside, and she was dragged alongside it into the next stage of her processing.

There was an unfortunate side effect of the movement of the impaling appendage. As it shortened its length to carry her to her destination, its girth was increasing proportionally. If her abdominals had been on the verge of breaking before, she could feel how they slowly ripped and tore in the area around the linea alba as her intestines expanded even more.

The walls of the conduit closed on Heather, squeezing her body in rhythmic, peristaltic motions. The shape of her body, bloated like an egg, helped the worm to move her across the claustrophobic passage through its glowing entrails. It’s difficult to perform even the most basic of actions when powerful muscles are constricting your body from every angle, but the swallowed woman managed to open her eyes in some places when the pressure eased, and saw other closed sphincters at regular intervals left and right. Given the placement of the uterine protrusions in both sides of the worm, it was not difficult to guess that those were the entrances to the final resting places of the assimilated females, but the final nail that drove it home was that a very human looking patch of hair decorated each and every sphincter she could see.

It wasn’t long before she felt the direction of her movement change and how her body was rotated and turned to the side. She had reached her destination, and the muscle ring leading to her very own chamber opened before her eyes.

With some difficulty, as she seemed pregnant with quadruplets in her last month of pregnancy, the tentacle yanked hard, forcing her bloated body past the tight valve into a sac just big enough to contain her with some wiggle room. When the sphincter finally closed just behind her head, she could feel the tug of her trapped mane of hair, adding her golden tresses to the collection that lined the walls of the esophagus of the beast.

Now that she was finally settled in her new home and the entrance was sealed for good, the chamber began to fill with a dense clear fluid that exuded from the walls of the sac. In under a minute, she was floating weightlessly inside the amniotic bag, except instead of being anchored by her ready to explode navel, she was chained to the walls by the tentacle penetrating her asshole.

The sac glowed a bit less than the mouth, but she soon adjusted to the new luminosity and explored the limits of what was to be her living place from now on. Even terror and despair had their limits: if they didn’t make your heart explode, in time your mind and body learned to adapt. She was still scared, but a form of insanity was creeping inside her mind, the last resort of her brain to help her cope.

With the sac now full with liquid, Heather saw small albino squid-like creatures swimming around her torso. Also, smaller tentacles lining the walls with strange tips danced calmly to the currents brought by the snaking movement of the worm through the tunnels. The dim pink lighting, complete absence of sound and the rocking movement was a strangely peaceful combination, even if she was still cramping everywhere. It was exactly like returning to the womb, and it was lulling her to sleep despite the pains of her tortured body. Alas, it was not to be, at least not soon.

From behind her, where she couldn’t see, two tentacles sporting a crown of vicious barbed needles speared her lower back, eliciting a renewed jolt of pain that rose from her spine. She writhed as much as her bloated form allowed her, but the wicked tentacles had attached themselves firmly to her back, boring inside her kidneys and connecting her filtering organs to the larger system of the worm.

Without giving the anguished woman pause, another thin tentacle moved towards her plump, juicy cunt. However, instead of entering her vagina, the filthy bastard toyed around her clit, tugging the folds of her hood and fully exposing the erect organ. That curious appendage had other plans for her, though. After arousing Heather to the verge of a masochistic induced orgasm, the tentacle pushed against the tiny opening of her urethra until it forced its way in.

Again, Heather squirmed with renewed vigor when the unwelcomed intruder penetrated her delicate piss chute without mercy. It was not the worst of the aches she was being forced to endure by a large margin, but everything was adding quickly and threatening to shatter her sanity for good. By a small mercy, the urethral stretching was stimulating the deep roots of the clitoris as it entered the short tube and, thanks in no small part to the cocktail of alien chemicals saturating her blood vessels, she began to cum very hard.

As if sensing how her brain synapses lit on fire due to the sensory overload, another tentacle, armed with a razor sharp bone blade, stabbed her bellybutton in a lightning fast movement. Her straining abdomen, having been stretched to the maximum and beyond, popped like a watermelon in a microwave, splitting itself clean with a sickening ripping sound all along the middle, from just above her pubis to a bit under the sternum. The torn abdominal flaps, unable to contain the tentacle filled intestines, gave way and spilled all her innards in a cloud of ropey sausages floating and coiling in the liquid medium.

Noticing the sudden release of all the tension that had accumulated in her belly during the last hour, Heather opened her eyes to see the gory show of her tangled intestines floating before her. Still basking in the aftermath of a brutal orgasm, all she could manage to think was how grateful she felt that the cramps had ceased at last. When she saw how the small squid-like creatures, a bit smaller than a pinky, moved to the ragged flaps of muscle and skin and began eating the uneven parts she would have even laughed. Heather guessed that they were some kind of symbiotic creature with a function similar to those cleaning fishes of the aquariums and, unlike the rest of the creative tortures, the tiny mouths nibbling the tattered tissue just tickled pleasantly. The alien squids just kept cleaning the sides of the horrible wound that almost had bisected her so she concentrated again on what was happening inside her abused urinary tract.

The tip of the urethral invader finally reached her bladder and flattened its head, effectively anchoring itself inside. That particular tentacle was, in fact, little more than a hollow tube and, after being comfortably rooted, it began to grow, increasing its diameter as its outer layer thinned. Heather was assaulted by a myriad of new unbearable pains, as the additional girth of the living catheter forced her urethra to rip and tear across its whole length to accommodate the intruder. Her anguished cry died in a muffled gurgle inside her blocked throat like all the screams that had preceded it.

Even if urethral intercourse was a pretty standard practice in the modern sexual catalogue, it required a body modification procedure or constant training, things she hadn’t bothered with as her interests ran in different directions. However, the damned appendage didn’t have that basic consideration with her and kept widening without pause until it reached the girth of a particularly large human cock, making her feel again to the point of bursting. Squinting her eyes she could see a hint of her progressively inflating bladder between the coils of her innards.

As her piss hole accustomed to its permanent attachment, the mad stinging slowly decreased until it was just an intense, yet manageable, dull ache. Having lost sight of her bladder again, Heather supposed that, in time, her intestines would untangle enough that she would be able to see it clearly all the time.

Having left the torn sides of her abdomen as clean and smooth as if cut with a scalpel, the tiny squids swam slowly towards her breasts. Using their sucker mouths, they attached themselves all around the circumference of her areolas and dead atop her nipple until her perky nubs were covered in wriggling white bodies. Recounting all her experiences within the alien worm until now she expected pain, and was not disappointed. This time, though, it was something she was at least marginally familiar with. The symbiotic squids had stabbed her tender tits with a thick needle each, and began injecting something into her aching mammary glands.

Unlike urethral play, she had indulged in needle games from time to time with a guy she had trusted her life with. Being an ultra powerful crime lord didn’t mean you couldn’t explore some kinks now and then. She had stopped doing that when an opposing Mafioso had blown her lovers’ brains on the streets of Mars, but the piercing sensation briefly reminded her of their time together. The fond memory, even in the midst of her despair, made her lips curve faintly around the tentacle lodged inside her mouth.

For their part, one by one the albino squids withdrew the fat needles from her breasts, their cargo delivered, their short life spent. As they detached from her nipples they sank, immobile, to the bottom of the sac. There, feeder tentacles, much like the ones that had amputated her, caught the tiny dead creatures as they fell and quickly disposed of them. From the multiple puncture wounds of her nipples a brief cloud of white fluid, speckled with diminutive spheres of what looked like white caviar, floated away and dissolved in the liquid filling the sac. Heather dreaded what those substances would do, having been injected so deep inside her breasts.

Unexpectedly, her head cleared as a rush of delicious air filled again her chest. Her still confused mind was unable to comprehend what was happening, but her own sadistic Jiminy Cricket came to her aid.

“Wow! That was impressive; we thought you were a goner for a moment”

After an embarrassing moment of silence, Heather rolled her eyes in disgust.

“Oh, right, you can’t talk like that, sorry. Better for me I guess, I was becoming tired of your sassiness”

Heather hoped that the mental zinger she hadn’t been able to say was being recorded loud and clear.

“That stings! Still, better reading it on a screen than having to listen it from you. Anyways, that tentacle seems to be absorbing oxygen from the air and transporting it to your lungs that, by the way, are being quickly colonized by smaller tendrils coming from the main one”

Heather didn’t really want to know that. The only thing she wanted to know was how to stop the horrible cramps she was having in her whole digestive system, from mouth to asshole. Cranking her neck with difficulty because of the heavy mass blocking her throat, she looked at her hideously bloated belly and hoped, not for the first time, that the creature gave her a quick release.

The alien seemed to have other plans, though. Now that she was effectively speared, the rest of the tentacles holding her withdrew inside the mouth and her limbs, deprived of support, flopped to her sides weakly. Slowly, the tentacle that traversed her body followed its smaller siblings, dragging her unresisting body inside.

“From this point on” the scientist said ”we are switching all your channels to send only. That creature is pretty opaque to most signals so, even with the help of drone relays, we are going to need all the bandwidth available to receive data. You are alone, figuratively speaking. Good luck” he finished, with a hint of true compassion for the first time.

Her mind silent at last, all that Heather could think about was how the flowery mouth closed from above.

Outside, at the cave, the drone had recorded everything in high definition detail across multiple specters of light. When the alien finally swallowed Heather and closed its mouth, the dutiful floating robot activated its deep scanning functions and followed the worm as it retreated to its nest. For all the attention the alien gave the machine, it might as well not had even been there.

Soon, many other similar probes, having been awaiting that moment, came from different branches of the cave and joined what had been Heather’s companion until now. After networking themselves, they trailed the alien back to its lair, all the while recording the woman’s path inside the creature with as much detail as possible. Even if she didn’t know the purpose of that last performance, she knew that it would further transform her body. Each moment she spent inside the worm, Heather lost a bit of her humanity and was slowly assimilated into the biological machinery of the alien, a procedure that would continue unimpeded until she was just another set of organs for the creature, just like the rest of the women previously captured. She wondered if the scientists would send the marines to rescue her or if they would allow the worm to process her until the end.

If they acted soon she would make a full recovery, maybe not in that mangled body, but as long as her brain remained functional, they could just download it into another freshly cloned one, even deleting her memories of the horrible experiment as a bonus. However, if she knew her captors as well as she thought she did, that would probably not be the case. There was no value in letting her free right now, the whole purpose of the ordeal was to monitor how her brain was remodeled into whatever was what the alien did with its victims. Pondering her situation for a moment, Heather didn’t feel like she was thinking any differently at all. Didn’t they say that you don’t notice when you become insane? How was she to know if the conversion had started or how far along the road it was?

A long time passed without any other change, so it seemed like that stage of the processing was finally over. Now that she wasn’t cramping anymore thanks to having been all but eviscerated and the pain in her urethra and nipples having been reduced to a dull, heavy pulse, exhaustion finally caught her and she drifted to sleep at last.

Heather was standing (standing?) atop the surface of a strange planet. She couldn’t remember how she had arrived there (and naked to boot!) or what was the purpose of her being there. The night sky was full of stars and nebulas she couldn’t recognize and two colored rings, like those of the gas giants back on Sol system, adorned the high orbit of the celestial body she was on.

The ground under her feet (feet?) wasn’t made of soil or rocks, like that of Earth, Luna or Mars. Her soles sank into a mantle of purple spongy flesh that apparently covered every geological feature. From the meaty layer anemone-like plants flowered, veins as thick as a man throbbed, rocks shaped like hearts pulsed, yawning stomas showered every surface with ichors, keeping them wet, and everything together made a muted cacophony of organic gurgles that reminded her of a very distressed stomach. Everything was so bizarre yet so familiar, as if she had seen it, or something like it, before.

“Oh, a new guest!”

Heather turned around at the sound of the female voice that had spoken behind her. What she saw almost made her fall to her knees in disbelief. A beautiful redhead woman, maybe in her thirties and as naked as she was, was laying spread eagled atop the organic layer. Her legs and arms were buried deep inside the purple flesh, with only her torso fully exposed.

An impossibly huge penile appendage protruding from the soil was fucking her violently, turning her cunt into a ring of discolored flesh and making impressions in her flat belly as it relentlessly pounded her vagina. The strange woman’s face was flush with perspiration; it was clearly the face of a person in the throes of ecstasy, yet she had managed to retain enough clarity of mind to speak to her.

“Are you okay?” Heather said worriedly “Do you need help?”

“Not at all, not at all” she chimed merrily,”please, sit alongside me so we can talk. It has been a while since I could speak with someone new. Don’t mind the other girls; they are still sleepy from the last iteration”

“Other girls?” Heather looked around and saw that the person she was speaking with wasn’t the only human buried in the ground of that alien planet. At least a dozen women were similarly fused to the ground at regular intervals behind the redhead, and were also convulsing dreamily as giant phalluses deformed rhythmically their midsections in pregnancy-like bulges. If the first woman hadn’t pointed it to her, she could have missed the captives entirely, so integrated they were with the local landscape.

Noticing her distress, the unknown woman spoke again.

“I see you are still confused. It’s only natural, being your first time here. Don’t worry, you will understand, in time”

“Understand what? And where is this place?”

“Understand your purpose, silly girl” the mysterious girl laughed “And, for the second question, this place is just a memory”

“That doesn’t make any sense!”

“As I said, you still need time; it’s far too soon for you. You don’t remember how you came here, right?”

“No, I can’t reme… ow, my head hurts” Heather said clutching her head between her hands.

“Don’t worry, that only means He has started with your brain. It will pass”

“Who is he?” she asked, rubbing her temples to alleviate the headache.

“He is the one whose memory we are in right now”

“I don’t understand. I am afraid” the former criminal admitted “I want to go home” she finally cried like she didn’t do since she was a little child, her defenses crumbling against her dire circumstances.

“I’m sorry, that won’t be possible anymore. You will become His, as we have done, and you will realize what a wonderful gift He is giving you”

“What’s your name?” Heather asked between sobs

“In other life I was called Nesta. Now it doesn’t matter anymore”

“Heather” she replied, wiping her tears “Pleased to meet you” she added, extending her hand in reflex, only to withdraw it when she noticed the futility of the gesture.

“Don’t worry, you are not alone anymore. As you can see, I can’t shake your hand but… maybe a kiss?” Nesta said with pleading, lustful eyes.

Heather, like almost ninety nine percent of women, was fully bisexual, and Nesta was very good looking, at least the parts that were visible. It wasn’t a difficult favor to grant, and she was starved for human contact of any kind.

Going to her knees, Heather placed a hand in the rhythmically bulging abdomen of the lying woman, feeling the mass of purple flesh stretching the skin and displacing the organs. It was so perverse, yet so erotic, that her cunt tingled in sympathy. Lowering her head until she could feel the ragged breath of Nesta in her face, Heather pressed her own lips to the quivering lips of the trapped woman and pushed her tongue inside the inviting wetness of her mouth.

Nesta tasted very sweet. As their tongues danced in the most passionate French kiss Heather could remember, she closed her eyes and lost herself in the pleasure jolts that flowed from her lips to the tips of her toes. It had been so long since she had enjoyed the delights of a soft, feminine body, that she almost forgot the context she found herself in.

After a short while, Heather began hearing loud screams coming from the rest of the trapped girls. She could recognize a strange mixture of pleasure and pain in their cries, and tried to dislodge from Nesta to see. To her dismay, she found that she couldn’t.

Nesta’s tongue was growing incredibly fast, trapping her own tongue and then filling her mouth to capacity. Their lips had fused between themselves and even trying with all her might she couldn’t free herself. Her muffled protests only prompted Nesta to renew her tongue attack, so Heather tried to use her limbs to exert additional force. However, her hands and legs were sinking into the ground and inside the flesh of Nesta, making Heather enter in a panic state.

By the corner of her eyes, the frantic woman could see how the rest of the prisoners convulsed in orgasmic throes, their bellies inflating to ridiculous proportions, almost tripling the sizes of their owners. It was an untenable situation and, as expected, one by one the oversized abdomens exploded in a shower of gory entrails. From the eviscerated girls, which were still moaning deliriously, gigantic alien flowers emerged and opened their petals to the faint light of the stars and planetary rings.

“This is only the beginning” Nesta said inside her mind. And then, everything went black.