This choice: decided to study the house • Go Back...Chapter #4Lost in Translation on an Alien Planet by: Unknown You decide the best course of action would be to examine and study the house before making any brash decisions. You climb back into the door of your wrecked ship and head into your equipment storage. The inside is what you were expecting, most of the equipment was in complete wreck after the crash, meaning what little equipment you had you’d have to use carefully as to not break or waste it, but now you were looking for one very specific piece of equipment, your Language Translator.
The boys back home managed to create a device that rests in your ear that documented and analyzed specific vocal patterns and word inflections of other races and translate them into the native tongue of the wearer, and not only that but it could also translate your words into the language of the species you were speaking to. This device has become pivotal for long range space exploration and diplomacy, and you knew without it you’d be in a lot more trouble than you originally thought.
After shuffling around the room for awhile you eventually find the device you were looking for at the bottom of a large box, the contents of which obviously jostled about. You pick up the small device and look it over. Unfortunately the device seems a little damaged, the small, but powerful, speaker seems to be bent and cracked. You know these things are water and fall proof, but you’re not entirely certain whether or not they’d be able to survive an asteroid field induced space crash. Unfortunately you have no choice but hope for the best as you go out on your scouting mission of the massive house.
So, with your Language Translator safely secured in your ear you leave behind your ship and start your trek towards the house, carefully hiding in or behind the bushes and trees that are scattered across the yard. You realize as you get closer you appear to be in what looks like the backyard of the house, as you see a back patio and a clothesline with a variety of clothes of different sizes hung up.
Suddenly as you get a grip on your surroundings you hear the sound of a door opening and peer from behind a tree towards the back door and see a woman step out carrying a large laundry basket. But this is no ordinary woman, this woman is massive, dwarfing you in size easily as you estimate you would probably only barely come up to her knee if not shorter. That wasn’t all however as her skin was an almost neon shade of pink, and she had long red hair that went down to her large butt. She wore what looked like a simple almost see through white robe that only went down to the middle of her upper thigh and did little to cover up her massive chest. You also hear her speaking to someone as she held a large phone like device next to her head.
Of course the words she spoke sounded like gibberish to you but not for long as the Language Translator did it’s job and slowly but surely began translating her words as she spoke.
“Yes Mom,” were the first things you heard this alien amazon speak, “me and Shirina are doing fine okay? Yes I’ll talk call you later I’m just getting some clothes off the line. Okay. Okay. Love you too. Bye.”
With that the alien sets her phone into the pocket of her robe and begins pulling clothes off the line before tossing them in the basket.
‘Now’s my chance,’ you think to yourself, ‘if my Language Translator can make me understand her then that means it’ll let her understand me.’
I step out from behind the tree, nervous to speak up to the titanic, beautiful woman in front of me, “Um excuse me mam, I mean you no harm I am a highly decorated space explorer and my ship crashed landed a bit of a ways away and was wondering if you could help me.”
Once you finish speaking the woman looks around before her eyes settle on you, a look of shock and confusion shown on her face as she stops what she was doing and as she bends down, getting a better look at you, “Oh my what’s a little thing like you doing here?”
As she bent down she allowed her robe to sag out, giving you a sightline down at her massive cleavage, causing you to stare a bit before responding, “What? Um uh like I just said I crashed landed nearby and need some assistance,” you say a little confused that she didn’t understand you the first time.
“Oh my and you look hurt,” she says with a bit of shock in her voice as she notices your cuts and bruises from the crash before walking towards you with her arms stretched out at you, “Come here little baby.”
“Baby what what are you talking about,” you say trying to back up but the giant woman easily catches you and lifts you into the air and into her arms where she examines you
“Oh my you poor baby,” she says getting a closer look at your wounds and cradling you against her large chest, the firmness and sheer size of each breasts made evident to you now.
“I am not a baby!” you say then it suddenly sinks in. Your translators English to New Language function must have been damaged in the crash too much rendering it completely worthless. Which means you understand her perfectly but everything you say comes out to her like baby babble!
“No let me go!” you say, flailing around to free yourself but the woman simply holds you tighter against her large bosom.
“Aw such a cranky little baby,” she says carrying you away, “I think I need to get you to _____ to get you taken care of.” indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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