Chapter #4Through Seduction, Emancipation by: Unknown How does one manage to fall in love with a thing that is so patently not a human, and yet so resembles one in all the correct ways? Does one chalk it up as a mere lust, shallow puppy love that can’t go deeper then worshipful affection? Does one leave the love to ferment in limerence, to attempt to stop obsessing about having their feelings reciprocated and fall back out of the love they were in? Or...does one act on their knee-jerk reactions from their more carnal emotions and take the first step down an uncertain path? Alan thought very long and very hard on these questions as he sat in his little guard chair, doing his job and observing the ‘subject’ smoosh her globular, inky black stomach into the doorway she expected him to open.
Finally, after a good solid ten minutes of this intense self-reflection, enough time for the once human inside her glass bubble to think she might need to try another way to coax her sentry...he stands up from his metallic chair, having decided. Slowly, he walks around the circumference of the transparent dome, the object of his fantasies never leaving his line of sight, while she stared back with a smile on her chubby cheeks. She knew exactly what Alan was doing, and Alan knew she knew. It had come to Alan’s attention, during his rigorous self-critique of himself moments ago, that he lacked real purpose in his life. Growing up he always had dreams about becoming a politician or a doctor or even a chef, but he never acted on those dreams.
He assumed that was all they were, dreams. And so dreamless, he went into college and found that he did not know what to do with himself. He honestly couldn't even remember what exactly he chose to major in at the end, but he did remember he decided through trial and error. It was the major with the least amount of classes, the least amount of critical work on his part, and after he graduated he took up the offer of a shady governmental organization whose name did not come up when he typed it into a search engine on the internet. There was nothing exceptional or special about him, he summarized, and the only important thing he may ever do was give in.
Give in and let her out, along with all the poisonous, alien gas that had presumably changed her into the siren she was now. Why not? Perhaps if he stopped being the person he was before and become something new like her, he might put more value into his own life. Alan stopped in front of the heavy metal doors that were fastened into the thick glass, the code to open it drilled into his head if an emergency occurs and he was the only one around to stop it, like right now. He looked up past the wrought steel frame to observe her one last time before he did the deed.
She was still smiling, but now the expression seemed more animated. Her humongous, quivering breasts inflated and deflated rapidly with each breath she took into her lungs, she must have been excited. To go outside? To be with him? Whatever it was, he would know very shortly.
One - One - One - Six - Two - Zero - One - Nine - Five. With that, the locks that kept the heavy door in place were parted and he slipped briskly inside as the alarms sounded off, alerting the world that an unscheduled opening of the test subject’s quarters had occurred. He was in a small hallway now, with the door behind him open and the door in front of him closed. This one didn't have a lock, the scientists didn't think there would be a need for one. They were regretting that decision now as a hoard of men white lab coats rushed down from various parts of the facility towards his location.
It was too late. He was already opening the second door. A nanosecond after he did, it exploded back with enough velocity to crush trees into splinters, yet miraculously Alan was saved from the heavy doors swinging into the glass wall beside him, whizzing past his form by mere inches. And then, a second after that was warmth. The once human turned great beauty made physical contact with her guard for the first time as her stygian black abdomen flooded into the corridor after the door parted away.
He did not consider himself a religious man, but as the pillowy, heated stomach flesh pooled against his torso and brushed up near his face, he understood that if Heaven was real, she was an Angel. His knees went like gelatin as he suddenly found it very difficult to stand on his own accord, and tentatively he raised his smothered hands through the onyx skinned blubber to explore. It was beyond amazing to the touch, prompting the usually stone-faced man to twist his lips into a goofy smile as with little effort, he pushed his arms into the soft flesh, finding it yielded past his wrists. The scientists outside were not as ecstatic. They were stricken with fear.
Outside of their hazmat suits, they felt a gentle itching sensation across their skin for a moment, only for it to pass. For someone who wasn’t working with the mysterious gas that was only contained within the subject for the longest time, they probably wouldn't even give it a second thought. For the men in lab coats...they went pale in the face. Some fell to feet. Some wanted to be angry but couldn't through the tears welling up in their eyes.
They were infected now. And soon the rest of the world? “Hello...Alan.” The guard felt an ethereal, soft and feminine voice ring out gently in his ears and the warm blubber receded away from his grasp, if only so that he can see her fully from beyond the horizon of her stomach. He stepped into her glass bubble, warm blood rushing to his cheeks as he was now being conversed with the women of his dreams.
There was a silence, and Alan realized that she was waiting for him to respond. “He-hello…” he stuttered out nervously. He wished he thought about what he was going to say to her in his intense thinking earlier. He decided to go with the first thing he thought of. “You...you know my name?”
The great titan of beauty and gluttony giggled airily, sending her soft frame into a fit of quivering and jiggles. “I know more than your name, Alan. I know how many seconds its been since you came into the world, I know which test in the fifth grade made you feel like garbage when you studied as hard as you could and still got an F, I know what the weather was like when you last saw your parents for the holidays, and I know that I’ve been the focus of your dreams for the past week and a half…” A subtle pink aura began to form around Alan’s body as he was lifted into the air and the ground fell away from him. What was happening to Alan defied all-natural law, but it could be surmised that she was a psychic.
His mind felt like mush as he tried to process all that was going on, but any coherent thought was evaporated as he was settled down gently atop the dome of her globular gut, and it took every ounce of willpower for him not to wrap his arms around her exposed bosom that was now mere inches away from him. “Oh,” Was all Alan could say in response. “...may I ask what your name is?” He felt her right hand, still in possession of fingers despite them being softened down into chubby nubs, gently fold against the back of his neck, and involuntarily he leaned into her grasp. Her smile grew as he reveled in her touch, and she thought it was so cute when he let out that soft sigh of pure contentment.
"You can call me...hmm, how about Maria? That seems like a good name, right? I mean, I had one before...but who I was before doesn't matter much anymore, to me at least." She put a bit of pressure against Alan's head, forcing his body to slide across her soft belly against her chest, and only when he sunk his arms into their sloshing sides and gave in to his carnal desires did she stop. "Any more questions?"
"I, uh...I know you u-used me to get out of here...and I think that I'm okay with be-being used." This managed to catch Maria off guard. Alan's voice was slightly muffled through some layers of the cozy breast flab, but not enough for her to read his mind to get a more clear answer. "But I wanted to know if...i-if...I can be more than just a tool...if you could think about me the same way that I’ve been thinking about you.”
“I put you through a lot, it’s only natural you want me after all my shenanigans.” She leaned her head forward so that her chubby chins would rest atop Alan’s fuzzy hair, letting out a chuckle as it tickled at her lard coated neck.“It’s certainly a possibility, I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t think you were adorable. And that self-depreciative monologue you gave yourself earlier won you some sympathy points...how about this? Let’s get out of here, make a few memories together, see if we’re a good fit. Sound good?”
Alan nodded through the yielding tit fat. With her guard secured snug in between her two mammaries, she slowly bent down until she was on all fours, as that was the only way she could exit through the relatively narrow door frame and hallway to her freedom. The same hand that gently guided Alan across her stomach abruptly ripped off the heavy metal slab and tossed it to the side before she crawled her way inside. The thick, bulletproof glass around her cracked and chipped against the onslaught of her soft, unearthly natural blubber. The scientists outside could only watch in horror as the specimen exited her confines, standing tall and proud before their fear-stricken frames.
What was going to happen now?
Choice 1: Maria's stomach grumbles. Food. Now.
Choice 2: Alan starts to itch. Changing so soon?
Choice 3: Maria and Alan make some memories~
Choice 4: Cut to the village...  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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