If you like this stuff, search for 'czxsewq'! I really value feedback, be it critiques, comments or compliments. Summary: A casual hiker falls victim to an alien trap, and is subject to the cruel designs of its denizens, undergoing an unwilling transformation as he's installed as a component of a subterranean superorganism that functions as a biorefinery and hatchery for the alien hive. Content Warning: Unwilling Transformation, Male to Reptilian Alien Gynomorph, Body Horror, Multiboob, **** Growth, Precum Milking, ****** Milking, Tentacles, Hivemind ----- Generous cloud cover made the April sun a pleasant companion instead of an overbearing intruder as I made my way through the local nature preserve. Cool zephyrs wove their way through budding branches, wildflowers, and a nearby stream, carrying with it the soothing aroma of a natural world renewed. At the peak of a small hill, I pulled off my backpack, sat on a nearby boulder, and took a swig of water. Eyes closed, I took a deep breath, adrift in meditative bliss. I'm no nature lover. Hiking was far from my favorite hobby. But on a day like this, who wouldn't enjoy a pleasant, scenic walk? As I sat, debating whether to cook dinner or get takeout on my way home, I tossed my bottle into the air. Each time, I tried to flip it once before catching it again. On my third attempt, I missed. The bottle bounced off the ground and tumbled down the hill, away from the trail. I groaned. How stupid of me. Carefully, I inched my way down the steep incline of the hill. That was all the water I had. The return walk to the visitor center and the water fountains would take at least two hours. Plus, I'd feel guilty about littering. Halfway down, the earth came alive. Grass dispersed beneath my feet, revealing what looked like a pile of giant worms. They receded into the dirt, revealing a roughly cylindrical tunnel in the ground. I yelled for help, but it was too late. I fell in, tumbling into the hole. The scant sunlight in the burrow would soon vanish as the wriggling appendages re-emerged to seal the disguised aperture. The tunnel was far deeper than the hill would imply. After twenty seconds of sliding downward, I landed on something soft and moist. The peculiar sensation of flesh pulsating beneath my hands and rear startled me, and I scrambled to one side of the narrow chamber. It left a foul residue on my hands, making my palms uncomfortably sticky. An offensive scent wafted into my nostrils: a perplexing blend of chemical fumes, body odor, manure, and rot. Gagging, I fumbled for my phone. The built-in flashlight revealed the mundane sight of dirt and rocks enclosing me. My jaw dropped in shock when I looked down to see a circular platform of quivering tentacles, a bit larger than a manhole cover. Throbbing cysts with a faint purple glow adorned the monstrous appendages, which converged to a spherical center. Its two flaps of wrinkled skin unraveled, revealing a glowing yellow eye with a thin-beaded pupil. The eyeball rotated erratically, scanning its surroundings before locking on to me. Terror and curiosity fought for control of my body as I leaned against the wall and simply stared back. The pupil widened and turned red. I cowered, raising my arms to protect myself. The tentacles began to swell. Nodules like octopus suckers formed as the pressure built. I winced in anticipation, but nothing happened. I retracted my arms, confused. The tentacles pulled away, revealing a glowing membrane of blue-green slime. I began to sink. I tried to pull my right foot up, only to lose my balance and fall face-first into the ooze. With nothing to cling to or push against, I couldn't break free or right myself again. I dropped through, painfully slamming onto the ground, body and clothes saturated with the mystery goop. Thankfully, my phone fell in with me. Stalagmites shimmered in its faint light, indicating that I had landed in a cave. Once more, I tried to move my limbs, attempting to free my hands first. I pulled my forearm and the sludge strained in response, solidifying into a firm membrane that refused to yield no matter how hard I stretched. I let go, and it snapped my arm back to its original position like a rubber band, slowly diffusing back into a viscous, liquid state. The fall caused my knee to bend at an awkward angle. My foot found itself lodged in a mass of slime along my back. Straining to straighten my leg, I found I could not yank my foot out, either. Trapped in place on the cold rock floor, I could only lay there in uncomfortable contortion. With time, the other attribute of the mystery substance became obvious. Even though I remained mostly motionless, my muscles grew weak and my breathing labored. Intense fatigue rendered me capable of little more than drowsily imagining what horrible fate was in store for me. Hours of silence broke with the clacking of claws against stone in the distance. Straining painfully, I tilted my head up and saw a pair of frightening creatures approaching me. They were huge, at least eight feet long. Their feculent brown bodies were adorned with dull crimson scales, most densely on their front and their limbs. Huge bony protrusions akin to spikes and horns jutted out of their jaws, head, shoulders, knees, and elbows. They had four eyes, and three sets of limbs, much like an insect. The front four limbs looked like gnarled human hands, except with two fingers and two opposable thumbs. These surprisingly dexterous extremities terminated in sharp amber claws. The same grotesque cysts I saw on the tentacled aperture above appeared on these creatures as well, though yellow-green instead of purple. These pulsed like a beating heart, their glow waxing and waning in unerring rhythm. While their musculature and anatomy seemed somewhat reptilian, particularly their squarish, komodo-like snout, their leathery skin and scales reminded me of the Zerg from Starcraft. With escape impossible, only one option remained. Throat muscles aching from the draining powers of the slime trap, I struggled to cough up a few words as they approached. "I... don't mean any harm. I'm sorry. Please don't... don't hurt me..." These words were completely unintelligible to them. Or perhaps, they paid no heed to them. Whatever the case, they scooped me up and assumed an upright stance as they cradled me in their arms. Curiously, they could assume a bipedal position when it suited them. After exchanging a few low-pitched growls and bemused chitters, they carried my limp body deeper into the cave. My captors casually navigated the complex network of paths and chambers. Rough, thin grooves lined the walls of the top-level rooms, presumably freshly carved by the cruel claws of these creatures. No matter where they went, they were constantly and steadily descending. They passed by many of their kin, each sporting all kinds of body types, each with a specialized purpose ranging from combat to habitat building, to complex logistics. I drifted in and out of consciousness, continuing to babble out more useless words of placation and protest, faintly aware of the slow, surreal metamorphosis of my surroundings. Splotches of fleshy, pulsating webbing began to appear on the otherwise ordinary rock formations. Some were adorned with eyes, which darted every which way, always briefly settling on me before renewing their frenetic vigil. Thicker patches extended meandering tendrils that expanded the creeping growths to new parts of the cave. These colonies of invasive cells grew denser and denser until the cave itself was made of this corruptive tissue. Scant illumination of the tunnels was provided by the glowing cysts protruding from these growths and the passing aliens, collectively beating in sync to a steady rhythm. The incomprehensible smells from earlier became overwhelming. My body convulsed involuntarily, forcing the two aliens to tighten their grip. We traveled down one last squirming corridor and entered an otherworldly chamber the size of a stadium. In the center of this hall was a colossal spire of alien flesh. Neon green and blue lights danced about its surface, whizzing through wire-like veins. Thick tentacles extended from its base like meandering roots of an ancient tree. These meaty cables wormed their way into the 'skin' of the floor, each terminating at different structures within the spacious hall. Among these structures were rubbery craters, formed by a massive ring of glistening, rubbery skin protruding from the ground. They were clustered in pods of six, arranged around the base of more columns of flesh. Each pod's craters were filled with strange, colorful fluids. The ones filled with green sludge also contained football-sized eggs. Bipedal reptilians with a scrawny physique and several dexterous tentacles along their back scampered about the 'facility', examining each crater, collecting samples, and examining odd growths at the widened top segments of these columns. The growths appeared to be other aliens at first; they had reptilian snouts, glowing blue pustules, and moist, leathery skin adorned with short, wriggling tentacles, but they lacked the bony protrusions of the cave's other denizens. A few struggled from their fixed position at the top of each obelisk as if trying to break away and escape. These wriggling, immobile prisoners invariably seemed to be 'producing' something. One set of captives had comically oversized *******, which at the insistence of pulsating mandibles protruding from the ceiling, excreted a milky yellow liquid that accumulated into the craters below. In other pods, the aforementioned green sludge billowed endlessly from their open maws. The bottom ends of these columns housed more victims. Fused to the base, they laid idle, weighed down by their own horribly distended bellies. Swollen ovipositors bulged from their groin, the steamy, puckering ends directed towards the glowing basins. At sporadic intervals, they would let out a frightening shriek, halfway between a bestial wail and a lustful moan, straining as they deposited an egg into the waiting receptacles. The perimeter of the hall offered more horrifying sights. Glowing ovular chambers lined the walls. The writhing silhouettes within them were undeniably human. Their anatomy shifted violently as they convulsed in the cocoons. Two workers observed one of these containers silently before it burst open. Thick, urine-like liquid, seeped into the porous membrane of the floor. A rancid stench wafted from it, somehow tainting the already foul air of the facility. The occupant tumbled out, reborn as a soldier-type alien identical to the ones who brought me into this twisted laboratory. Confused by its new anatomy and the traumatizing transformation, it fumbled about, trying to balance itself. Rivulets of the fluid trailed down its arms as it managed an awkward, uncertain stance, its forked tongue lolling out as it panted heavily on all sixes. It made a pathetic scramble towards the exit before being lifted off the ground by its handlers, who made their way up an inclined path leading to another chamber of the flesh cave. It hung limp in the arms of its captors, making sad whimpering noises as it was dragged off. If I had enough strength to scream, I would have. At long last, my companions brought me to my new home: a vacant pillar with empty basins around the base. The backs of the soldiers peeled open, revealing insect-like wings that buzzed softly as we flew upward. One of the soldiers inserted my arms and legs deep into four rubbery tubes. They pulsed and thrummed, sealing themselves around my limbs, leaving only my shoulders and upper thighs exposed to the musty air as I dangled near the ceiling, tugging uselessly against my restraints. His partner extended a gnarled talon, easily tearing off my clothing as he dragged it through the fabric. The two aliens licked off the slime on my body and sucked it off my clothes, a dubious reward for completing their task. As they lazily descended, I yelped in pain. My arms and legs felt like they were punctured by hundreds of needles. A maddening itch traveled up from my restrained extremities. My chest tensed up, muscles contracting forcefully as the same dirty brown hue began to gradually creep into my skin. I tried to regain my composure, managing only ragged gasps instead of deep breaths. I stared in horror and disbelief as portions of my transforming skin began to darken and harden. An uncomfortable, yet painless sensation of two hands pressing against my abdomen from both sides brought attention to firm, dark brown scales forming along my stomach. The sensations progressed upward, my new, leathery armor plating growing thinner as it progressed past my belly button and up my neck, which audibly crackled as it began to extend further. Instinctively, I craned my head up with it, submitting myself to a peculiar satisfaction. Like a full-body stretch, it proved a welcome physical respite from the shock of my mutation. Distracted by my lengthening neck, I barely registered the more subtle developments along my inhuman skin. Small stubby bits of flesh emerged from my back and along my clavicle like rubbery spikes, and a few thinner tendrils sprouted along my hips. These errant tentacles wriggled about on their own; either I could not control them, or my brain could not understand how. My arms and legs began to stretch like rubber. My fingers and toes felt like they were swelling before they began to peel away from my limbs. With morbid fascination, I attempted to move them. My mind struggled to reconcile with my new anatomy. It was impossible to tell, but I could've sworn at that moment I had far more than five digits on each limb. Their unwieldy lengths wriggled aimlessly in the sticky confines of the pillar, which began to fill with thick, gritty mucus. Countless little mandibles tugged at my tentacles, stretching and dragging each of them through winding tunnels. A strong compressing force, akin to a blood pressure monitor cuff, fastened my new appendages into their final position. Woefully, I can only imagine what had transpired there, the only remaining hint being a strange sense of relief and gradually replenishing energy that set in once my mutating limbs were fully restrained. The skin above my pectorals and below my shoulders began to throb and swell, the surface turning translucent as the familiar glowing blue cysts took shape. A porous, dark rim formed around its base. Thin webbing trailed along the spherical surface, like the veins of an eye. Faint thumps resonated through my chest, as my new organs matched their beating with the universal rhythm of the alien hive. That earlier satisfaction grew in intensity, a disturbingly addictive sense of belonging strengthening with each pulse. The remaining changes were not as pleasant. My jaw ached as my face began to elongate. A fizzing sensation surged through my nose, the bones disintegrating before as it compressed. Pounding pain surged through my head, developing into a debilitating headache. My vision blurred and at times I even went blind as my skull and eyeballs shifted, broke, and reformed to accommodate a new pair of eyes. During this agonizing stage of transformation, I failed to notice a pair of thin tentacles descending from the ceiling until they dangled right before my lengthening snout. The ends peeled apart into countless microscopic tendrils before worming their way into my reptilian ear-holes. A flash of white-hot pain surged through my head, and mercifully, I blacked out. I had no idea how long it was before I roused from the artificially induced sleep. My heavy eyelids flicked open to find a smelly, moist tube of some sort dangling right before me. I blinked, disoriented, trying to comprehend the strange colors and expanded field of vision provided by my new pair of eyes. As I tilted my reptilian head, the tube followed. I realized that this hollow tentacle had been forced into my maw. I tried to open my mouth and tilt my head back to remove it, but I couldn't move my jaw. The tentacle wasn't just being fed into my snout; it had fused with it entirely! My limbs suffered a similar fate. I tried to wriggle my tentacle-like fingers and toes, but they offered no tactile response. They had disappeared. My arms and legs had merged with the flesh pillar. Freedom meant not just release from alien bondage; I would need to be surgically removed from the column to escape this cave of flesh. Moreover, the tendrils that had wormed their way into my ears were still there, presumably interfacing with my brain to restructure it to satisfy some twisted goal. Even so, I felt no pain anymore. No doubt the mind-altering tentacles had something to do with it. This wasn't the only way my biology would be defiled. I tilted my clumsy, long neck downward and noticed that I had developed massive *******. Three sets of them, like a dog. Each appeared to be filled with glowing liquid. My nipples had swollen to absurd proportions, each the size of an erect penis. As I examined them, a glistening tentacle emerged from the ceiling. The tip had four moist flaps and a nozzle-like bone tube. It methodically approached my middle left ******, repositioning itself perfectly as I feebly tilted my body to keep it from touching me. The flaps wrapped around my teat, the tube coaxing itself gently into my ******. An unfamiliar pleasure rocked my body, and I let out a muffled moan. Warmth coursed through me as it pumped a viscous, glowing lime-green discharge into my ******. Another descended, one with an almost inviting, moist, all-flesh nozzle. It positioned itself at my bottom right teat, sucking up a luminous pale blue liquid that lit up the transparent veins of the harvester as it pumped this corrupted ****** milk into the ceiling. Were my mammaries being used to produce something? My final humiliation wouldn't reveal itself until a half-hour later. The tentacle attached to my mouth began to expand and contract rapidly, dispensing a rancid slime down my open throat. An offensive blend of musk, sewage, and chemical flavors assaulted my tongue. I tried to refuse the ghastly payload, but with my gag reflex missing, it slid effortlessly down my esophagus, filling my stomach... or whatever organs I now had. It left a meaty, slightly sweet aftertaste that paradoxically left me craving more. Disbelief set in as my cheeks grew flushed, exacerbated by... lust? If I still had knees, they would've buckled and squirmed from my overloaded libido. My new alien phallus stood to attention. The slime wasn't just material to be processed by my body; it was also laced with potent aphrodisiacs! As if on cue, the feeling of hundreds of sensual strokes teasing my **** head and the inside of my urethra intensified my horniness exponentially. I twisted my elongated neck once more, pulling the feeding tentacle taut as I investigated what monstrous mutations my package had suffered. I winced as I took stock of what had happened. My **** hadn't grown much longer, maybe an inch at most. However, its girth had widened to the size of a giant dinner plate. My urethra was so big you could comfortably fit two arms in there. Countless tendrils had sprouted from the base of my tender glans. My whole body trembled as they methodically stroked every surface of my distended **** and the inside of my urethra. I had no control over them. My balls had also engorged to an outlandish extent, each testicle almost basketball-sized now. I let out strained moans, rendered almost inaudible by my feeding tentacle and the periodic delivery of more vile slime. After just minutes of this, my need had overwritten any fear or horror at my current predicament. Embarrassment be damned; I doubted this hideously erotic rewrite of my anatomy was inflicted with humiliating the victim as an objective. I'll let you transform me to your twisted specifications. I'll let you fill my guts with your mystery liquids. I'll let you pump whatever you want in and out of my gigantic *******. Right now, nothing matters more than my need to cum. A familiar blue-green liquid began to seep from my ****, heavy droplets landing on the basin below with audible splats. The scent fanned my lust into a raging inferno. I was getting close. My whole body tensed up as the quivering sensation of an orgasm just over the horizon threatened to engulf me and grant a blissful, momentary reprieve from this nightmare. ...and nothing. Confused and overstimulated, I wriggled my stubby limbs and shook my body. My ******* wobbled obscenely, contents sloshing about as they bobbed up and down. I tilted my chest forward in a pathetic and desperate attempt to titfuck myself. My turgid, stubby **** was far too short to reach even the bottom pair. No matter what I did, nothing could push me over the edge. My ****-tentacles continued to stroke and tease, hardly impeded by the thick stream of viscous slime that flowed like honey from my tormented urethra into the crater below. The problem couldn't be a lack of stimulation. Was I just physically unable to climax? No. It can't be. That's too cruel! Again, I thrashed helplessly, trapped at the very edge of an orgasm that would never arrive. Pleasure consumed my entire body, but the need and despair burned more intensely with each passing minute. I finally understood. They had augmented my *******, restructured my digestive system, and hijacked my pre-cum production to create more of the same slime that had trapped me earlier. I will never produce cum, because my body was designed not to. Adrift in hopeless lust, I sobbed quietly, watching my tears trail down my obscene *******. The teardrops soon stopped flowing. Why wouldn't they? They have no need for my cum or my tears. I've been reduced to a machine in a living factory, built for one purpose. So long as this alien colony keeps me in perpetual need, my body will serve that purpose diligently. ... Days turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months. Months turned into years. My muscles atrophied. My body dangled limply from its permanent position above the factory. My sight and hearing soon faded as well. Before they went, I witnessed the installation of more human victims into the slots adjacent to mine in the slime trap production sector. Even after the world went dark, my contorted nervous system, now linked in incomprehensible ways to the living factory, was able to sense the presence of other victims being affixed to my station. But none of that matters. After all, my eyes and ears were meaningless, vestigial. With nothing to distract me, my mind adapted accordingly. Coherent thoughts surrendered to an instinctual fixation on sensation. The suckling and pumping of my teats and consolatory pleasure it offered. The taste of the aphrodisiac slime and the welcome warmth it filled my belly with. And most importantly, the eternal dance of tendrils caressing every inch of my tender ****, inside and out. Notions of humanity, freedom, rage and fear circled a central idea like a black hole before they were devoured, a now-familiar presence resonating that idea with a hypnotic suggestion as I gave in to the agonizing ecstasy of desire: I need to cum. I need to need. This need is my reward. I need to cum. I need to need. This need is my reward. We need to cum. We need to need. This need is our reward.