#alien host

Neon lights pulsed in layered patterns across every surface, reflecting off polished metal and glass in a way that made the entire place feel like it was breathing. Music drifted from unseen sources, overlapping in clashing rhythms that somehow formed a chaotic but compelling backdrop.

Mitsuko smiled.

"This is more like it," she murmured.

A month chasing unstable scientists through the void, only to end in sterile labs and sealed facilities had dulled her sense of adventure more than she cared to admit.

This was the opposite.

Here, nothing seemed to follow a single rule. Every turn of the hallway revealed something new, something unexpected. A flicker of movement. A burst of color. A sound that didn't quite belong with the last one.

It was messy. Human.

Exactly why she had signed on under Captain Samantha Aries in the first place.

Her steps slowed just slightly as that thought settled.

And with it, the memory of the captain's voice.

'Stay aware. Fringe stations don't follow the standard protocols.'

Mitsuko exhaled through her nose, her smile softening but not disappearing.

"Yes, yes," she muttered. "Quarantine risks, unregulated tech, unpredictable locals, yadda, yadda."

She rolled one shoulder in a loose shrug.

That was part of the charm.

If everything was safe, if everything was monitored and approved, what was the point of coming all this way?

Mitsuko tilted her head.

"Huh."

A storefront, if it could be called that, caught her eye.

It was set slightly apart from the rest, framed in softer light that contrasted with the harsher neon outside. At first glance, it looked like a café. Or maybe a bar. Something in between.

But it wasn't the place itself that drew her in.

It was the staff.

The figures moving inside wore sleek, fitted costumes that caught the light in smooth, reflective surfaces. Shiny color paired with deep, glossy black. The designs were stylized, almost theatrical, with long lines and clean silhouettes that made each movement seem more deliberate. And the body proportions didn't just hint at artificial enhancements. No human being, even with the most curated gene mods had such voluptuous curves.

But what caught Mitsuko's eyes were their faces, hidden beneath masks.

Smooth silver covered them completely, featureless except for two narrow slits where their eyes should be. A faint blue glow emanated from within, steady and unblinking.

Mitsuko slowed to a stop.

"Okay," she said under her breath, a spark of interest flaring brighter. "That's new."

She had been to a lot of places. Seen a lot of themes, but nothing like this.

Her earlier caution flickered again, just briefly.

Then curiosity pushed past it.

With a small, almost eager shift in her posture, Mitsuko adjusted her jacket and stepped toward the entrance.

"Captain would hate this," she mused lightly.

The thought only made her smile widen.

And without slowing down, she crossed the threshold into the strange establishment.

The light shifted around her, softening even further. It took her eyes a moment to adjust to the change. As they did, the rest of her senses caught up with the scene.

The place wasn't as big as she had first guessed. Or at least, the space didn't feel large. Low walls, covered with a plush fabric that muffled the noise of the station, broke the room into smaller, more intimate areas. The ceiling seemed lower, and the furniture was scattered in a way that felt purposeful rather than random. Male patrons enjoyed the undulating globes and hips. While most of the female clients seemed to simply smile and stare into the void.

But what really set it apart were the masked figures that moved through it all with a casual grace that spoke of long familiarity. Mitsuko watched as one, then another paused to take orders or deliver drinks to various tables, their sleek outfits rippling with every shift in balance.

It was an interesting effect, the way the fabric hugged their forms. It reminded her of latex, while it moved like a second skin. Almost like they were wearing a layer of liquid color.

And that was just the clothing.

The masks were a whole other level of fascinating. They were molded to each face so closely that they seemed to have been poured in place rather than placed. Every time she looked, she caught herself wondering how they stayed on at all. And the faint glow of the blue lights inside the narrow slits made it impossible to tell what was happening beneath them. The masks gave away nothing about their expressions. Their intentions. Their mood.

The effect was strangely alluring. Like they existed only to serve the clients. Their faces, their personalities, their identities were secondary to their role here.

Mitsuko slipped into a single person booth. The fabric was a deep red that bordered on crimson, plush and yielding under her weight as she settled into the plush embrace of the curved backrest. It felt more like sinking into a giant, velvety cushion than sitting in a traditional seat. She let herself sink into the contours of the fabric. Her fingers brushed over the material, exploring the texture. A small hum of pleasure rose in her throat as the sensations washed over her.

"Welcome," a rich voice purred.

Mitsuko started and glanced up. A masked figure stood beside her booth, their posture tantalizing and poised. A low curve in the spine, an exaggerated sway in the hips that pulled the latex-like costume even tighter over the generous curves. The mask stared back, unblinking. The blue glow of the eyes was steady. A thin layer of moisture glistened on the figure's neck and cleavage, the light playing off the droplets like a shimmering web.

"I, uh, hello," Mitsuko said. Her gaze lingered on the costume for an extended beat, taking in the contours of the body beneath before snapping back up to meet the blue glow.

"First time here?" the figure asked, tilting its head. There was a hint of something in its tone that made Mitsuko think of amusement. Or perhaps it was just her own reaction that colored the words that way.

"Yes," she answered quickly, straightening a little. She let one hand rest on the table, fingertips tracing a random pattern on the polished surface. Her gaze darted around again, taking in the other patrons. The ones that were not masked seemed oblivious. Their gazes were locked on the masked figures. None of them looked her way.

"May I recommend our special as an appetizer?"

Mitsuko had to admit that the voice of the waitress sounded like bottled sex. Even as she said mundane things. Or maybe because she did. It was deep. Luscious, dripping with a richness that Mitsuko couldn't quite pin down.

"Sure, I'll take that," she replied, feeling her own voice pale in comparison. She glanced around once more, then leaned back, letting her posture relax against the soft contours of the seat.

The figure lifted one of her breasts. And squeezed. Thick, white milk poured into a wine glass.

Mitsuko gaped, jaw slack.

As she watched, the waitress lifted the filled glass in a graceful gesture and placed it on the table in front of Mitsuko.

"Our specialty," she said. Her voice held the same note of amusement as before. The blue lights of her eyes seemed to pulse briefly. She leaned down and brushed a hand over the side of Mitsuko's face in an oddly affectionate gesture. "We hope you find it to your liking."

The figure turned and left with an exaggerated sway in her hips

And Mitsuko was left alone in the plush booth, a glass of freshly expressed breast milk sitting in front of her.

"Well," she said out loud to no one in particular, "that was unexpected."

She picked up the glass, studying the liquid within. The surface caught the light, reflecting it back with a pearlescent sheen. She swirled it once, watching how it moved. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, she lifted the glass to her lips and took a small, exploratory sip.

Flavors danced across her tongue. It was a mixture of sweetness and richness, with a subtle undercurrent of something almost savory. Mitsuko had to hold back a moan. Her lips parted slightly, and she let a bit more of the liquid coat her tongue. It was smooth, velvety in texture. A faint warmth seemed to radiate from it as it flowed down her throat. Mitsuko felt an unexpected tingle spread from her stomach. Her cheeks flushed, her breath hitched, and her nipples hardened. She set the glass down, carefully, her fingers lingering on the cool glass for an extra moment.

"Wow," she whispered. Never had she tasted something like this.

Her attention drifted back to the waitress who had poured the drink.

She had a clear view of the figure's back. A deep, curving arch that emphasized the exaggerated swell of the figure's rear. The fabric there was stretched taut, almost impossibly so. It caught the light in shimmering ripples, the black base seeming to melt into a deep purple as Mitsuko watched. She couldn't quite tear her eyes away.

Almost unaware she took another sip.

She watched the figure bend over to take an order. The angle was tantalizing. Her gaze followed the lines of the figure's costume as they bent forward. The fabric molded itself to every contour of the body beneath, accentuating the curve of the figure's waist, the flare of their hips, and the rounded swell of their rear. It was an oddly hypnotic sight.

Mitsuko took another, slightly deeper sip.

The warmth spread from her stomach. It suffused her body. Her cheeks flushed even more. She felt a strange tingle in her lips, in her fingertips. And a slow, creeping heat building between her legs. Saliva thickened in her mouth. The urge to touch herself, to ease the growing need that coiled in the pit of her stomach, grew stronger.

Her attention snapped back to the figure who had served her as she straightened, her back arched in an impossible curve that seemed to defy physics.

And then, suddenly, their gaze met.

The waitress paused for a long moment. Her stance shifted subtly, the exaggerated curve in her spine relaxing as she straightened up. Her arms moved with languid grace as she stretched.

Mitsuko's mouth felt dry.

She took a larger, deeper drink, finishing what remained in her glass. Her gaze was drawn back to the masked waitress as the figure stepped closer. There was something about the way they moved. It wasn't just a simple stride, a shift in balance from one foot to the other.

It was a tantalizing, controlled glide.

The figure's hips swayed with an almost hypnotic rhythm. Each step was perfectly timed. Perfectly measured. As if the movement itself was part of the figure's appeal. Her heels clacked an irresistible melody. And as the waitress neared, Mitsuko's heart rate picked up, the tempo rising to match the beat of those footsteps. She could almost feel the pulse of it in her fingertips. A steady, rhythmic beat that matched the throbbing heat building within her body. She took a slow breath, her chest expanding with the effort, and let her gaze follow the waitress as they drew closer.

As the figure neared, she leaned down. The arch of her back was exaggerated, her hips jutting outward as she placed her hands on the edge of Mitsuko's table and leaned forward.

"I see, someone enjoyed our special. Why don't you have another," the figure suggested, a sultry lilt in her voice.

The fabric of the figure's costume stretched tighter across her breasts as she leaned forward, the contours of her chest straining against the glossy material. The swell of her cleavage pressed together, forming a deep line that dipped downward.

And all Mitsuko could do was nod. Her mouth was suddenly dry, yet a line of drool dripped from her chin.

"Please," Mitsuko croaked. She licked her lips. Swallowed. "Yes."

The masked figure nodded, the blue glow within her visors shifting slightly as the waitress leaned down. She placed a hand under one of her breasts and lifted it.

Then, with deliberate precision, the figure squeezed, the milk flowing out into the empty glass in front of Mitsuko. It filled quickly, the white fluid swirling in the container, forming tiny ripples that shimmered with the reflections of the soft lighting around them. The sound of the liquid was a soft, rhythmic splash against the glass.

The scent was intoxicating. It filled the air, warm and heady, mingling with the faint, artificial undertones of the fabric the waitress wore.

The waitress' costume stretched tighter over the figure's breasts, accentuating their size and fullness, as she squeezed a second time. The white liquid splattered against the rim of the glass. Some splashed on Mitsuko's fingers.

"Oops. Hope you don't mind," she purred, taking Mitsuko's hand. And slowly lifted it up. Right in front of Mitsuko's lips.

"Mind? Oh not at all," Mitsuko murmured. She felt her tongue flick out, instinctively darting forward to lick her fingers. The taste was richer, thicker, and more potent than she expected. She licked a second, and then a third time.

"That's right. No mind. Just pleasure," the masked figure whispered. "Enjoy your drink." And then the figure straightened, turned, and sauntered away. Leaving Mitsuko with a fresh, steaming drink, and the lingering scent of that warm, sweet scent on her fingertips. Mitsuko stared into the void as she took another sip. And then another, larger one.

And another. Deeper. Longer.

The glass emptied faster this time.

She could feel the heat building inside her body. Her clothes felt too tight, constricting her skin in ways that made her want to squirm in her seat. The plush material beneath her seemed to press against her in all the right places. Each shift of her body rubbed her in ways she couldn't quite control. Her breaths came in shorter, sharper bursts, and she found herself pressing her thighs together. The pressure did little to alleviate the throbbing ache between them.

Her skin felt too hot. Too sensitive. The sound of her own breathing, her own heartbeat, filled her ears with a rhythmic pounding that matched the pulse of the establishment. She licked her lips, chasing the taste that still lingered on them.

Then she blinked.

The patrons had changed. So had the number of waitresses. She had been so engrossed, that she had missed it. And yet, she had a hard time focusing. The waitress that served her stood next to her again, looking down on her.

Mitsuko gazed up at her, a small smile forming on her lips.

"I-I think I need to go," Mitsuko whispered, her voice barely audible over the pulsing music and the murmur of conversation around her.

"But, darling," the masked waitress leaned closer, her mask coming dangerously close to Mitsuko's nose, "you haven't had your appetizer yet. Don't you remember? You ordered our special."

Mitsuko felt a wave of heat wash over her, an invisible tide that swept away the protest that wanted to form. Instead, she found herself nodding, a small, almost helpless gesture. She glanced at her empty glass, the rim still gleaming wetly in the soft light of the booth. Her throat tightened.

"I suppose you're right," Mitsuko agreed softly, her eyes flickering up to the waitress and then back down again.

"Good host," the waitress praised, and a jolt of something electric coursed through Mitsuko at the words. Her hands trembled slightly, her breath hitching as the waitress took the glass up to her nipple. And filled it with precise squeezes, for the first time. As she watched, Mitsuko's own breasts seemed to respond. Her nipples pressed painfully against her clothing, sensitive to the slightest brush of fabric against her skin. Her mouth felt parched.

The masked waitress set the filled glass in front of her and waited. Mitsuko hesitated, her fingers twitching against the smooth tabletop before they curled around the cool surface. She picked it up slowly, her grip unsteady as she lifted the glass to her lips and began to drink, the white liquid flowing thickly onto her tongue. She moaned as the flavors exploded against her tastebuds. A rush of sweetness, a hint of something richer that she couldn't quite define.

And the warmth. Oh, the warmth that suffused her, spreading outward from her core to her limbs in a languid, sensual tide. She could feel it in her fingertips. In her toes. Even the tips of her hair felt like they were alive. It was almost too much, the sensations overwhelming in their intensity. Mitsuko took another deep, long sip. And then another, not caring about the sounds that escaped her lips. Or about the growing pool of wetness between her thighs that had little to do with sweat.

When she finally finished, setting the glass back down on the table, Mitsuko felt lightheaded, her thoughts foggy and disjointed. Her gaze was fixed on the masked waitress, the blue lights within the narrow slits seeming to pulse with their own rhythm.

Mitsuko blinked.

Drooling she stared at the tantalizing, shifting forms glossy black and rainbow liquid. Dimly she acknowledged that the clients had changed again. Even though she just sat down. A small shudder rippled through her at the sight. She licked her lips, suddenly aware of the lingering taste of milk there, the warmth still spreading through her body, and the ache between her legs.

"Welcome," a new masked waitress said, their voice soft yet commanding.

Mitsuko couldn't help but look, her eyes drawn to the sleek contours of the figure before her.

This waitress wore an even tighter latex costume that seemed to melt and mold against her skin. It glistened in the low light. A deep, iridescent blue that shifted hues with every subtle movement. It hugged her body so tightly that it was almost like a second skin.

Mitsuko could see every curve, every dip and swell of the figure's body beneath the shimmering fabric.

"Would you like to have a taste of our wonderful appetizer," the waitress asked. The waitress arched their back and pushed her breasts out towards Mitsuko, the movement causing the fabric of their costume to strain against her curves.

"Please," Mitsuko breathed.

"Very well," the waitress said and pushed her chest forward. She placed the rim of the glass against one of her nipples, and with practiced ease, expressed the creamy milk. It was warm. Thick. It pooled at the bottom of the glass before slowly filling it up.

The masked waitress set it down on the table.

Mitsuko lifted it up. And drank. Slowly, savoring the creamy taste and warmth as it slid down her throat. She drank it all. And licked the glass. Then, she set the glass on the table and smiled up at the waitress, her lips slightly parted and gleaming.

She blinked.

Drool slipped from her chin. Her body pressed into the seat. Wetness soaked through her panties. Mitsuko felt hot. She squirmed. Her skin tingled. She rubbed her thighs together. A waitress purred into her ears. The words too complicated for Mitsuko to comprehend. So she nodded. Looked at the white liquid exploding from massive, colored breasts. Her hand curled around the glass. And she drank. Sensations exploded in her mouth. Loud moans escaped her lips, as wave after wave of fluids squirted out from her throbbing cunt.

And then she blinked.

And stared.

She sat on the plush red fabric of her booth. An empty wine glass stood on her table. Drool flowed freely from her mouth. As did wetness from between her legs.

"Welcome, host. Can you please answer the following question? When did you arrive?"

Mitsuko's eyes widened. Her mind struggled to focus on the question, to push past the haze and remember when she arrived.

"Just now," Mitsuko said, her words slurred. She blinked, her mind struggling to hold onto the memory. The heat, the sensations, they were all-consuming.

The masked waitress hummed. A pleased noise. "That's right. You just arrived. And did you have one of our appetizers?"

Mitsuko shivered at that word. Phantom sweetness filled her mouth. Her clit pulsed with need.

"No," Mitsuko answered. The answer felt right. And yet, why did she crave this mysterious appetizer so badly?

The waitress hummed again. "That's also right, dear host. What a good host. Why don't you try our delicious appetizers?"

"Yes," Mitsuko said, and licked her lips. Drool spilled from the corners of her mouth. She leaned closer to the waitress. "Yes. I would love that."

"Very well, dear host. But the appetizer can only be given in our staff room. If you would follow me," the masked waitress said.

Mitsuko's vision blurred for a moment, but then the waitress took her hand, and Mitsuko let her pull her to her feet and lead her to an area in the back. She couldn't tear her gaze from the mesmerizing movement of the latex-like costume. It was hypnotic. Her skin tingled at the sight. And her pussy drooled. They stopped before a closed door, and the waitress leaned close, her blue glowing eyes pulsing.

"Do not worry about the time, dear host. We will make sure that you get the best service. Please relax and enjoy yourself. You can leave whenever you wish. But you don't," she purred, the blue glowing eyes staring at Mitsuko.

Mitsuko nodded. The masked waitress pulled a key from somewhere and unlocked the door.

And then they stepped through the threshold into a different space altogether.

The lighting here was softer, dimmer. The air smelled sweet and musky at the same time. It clung to the inside of Mitsuko's mouth. Made her tongue tingle.

The waitress posed her in the center. "Don't move, dear host." And then the woman stepped back, reaching for a silver mask. She presented the inside to Mitsuko.

Barely aware she noticed a moving black liquid, thick and slimy, on the interior.

"Put it on," the waitress said. The command washed over Mitsuko like a warm breeze. She reached out, took the offered mask and lifted it up. The black fluid reacted, stretched out into a phallic shape. And pressed against her mouth. Her lips parted, and the phallic tentacle pressed in.

The fluid slid in and coated her mouth. Pressed down into her throat.

A warmth spread through Mitsuko, her skin tingling.

It slid deeper into her. The fluid pressed against her. Spread over her face. She felt her cheeks grow hot, her breath hitching as the warmth enveloped her face, her head, her insides.

It covered everything.

Mitsuko closed her eyes and surrendered to the warmth, the pressure, the wetness. She moaned, and the sound was muffled, distorted by the thick, black fluid that coated her face and filled her.

The fluid pulsed. It moved inside her, sliding in and out of her throat, and Mitsuko could only moan again as she was penetrated by this strange, thick, wet thing that seemed to press into every corner of her body and soul. She felt it press against every nerve as liquid tentacles grabbed every inch of her body.

The sensation was intense, overwhelming, and Mitsuko felt her thoughts slip away into a hazy, blissful nothingness. She could no longer tell where the fluid began, and she ended, could no longer tell the difference between her skin, and this warm, wet thing that pressed into her, filled her, surrounded her.

Her pussy pulsed and spasmed, and her eyes rolled back into her skull as the fluid filled her mouth and throat, her ass, and pussy. She was no longer aware of the world around her.

Xel-Selene shuddered awake. The process was always disorientating, the taking of a new host body. The alien intelligence stretched her awareness. Her tentacles moved and squirmed inside and outside of her body. A smile stretched the lips on the human face. Xel-Selene, began to rearrange the hosts form. It molded the flesh and transformed the bones. It pushed and stretched, and tore the muscles until the form of a voluptuous bunnygirl had formed.

The human form had proven to be so malleable to the Xel-Naga's needs. Xel-Selene shuddered as the new nerves connected inside the unrecognizable body. Her species had been at the end. Near extinction. As parasites that needed hosts of a certain degree of sapiens, their pool of hosts had aw always been small. When their original host had died out, the few remaining Xel-Naga had entered stasis, and fled into the void.

The odds that they would find new host bodies, especially in such quantity and quality, were astronomical.

Xel-Selene stretched inside and outside her body. Her nerves tingled and a moan escaped her lips. She pushed her breasts out. The hard, black nipples stretched towards her fellow Xel-Naga. White droplets already falling.

"You look delectable, Xel-Selene," Xel-Larr said, her own costume stretched around the generous curves of her form. Her fellow Xel-Naga stepped forward, her movements slow, languid, her eyes fixed on Xel-Selene, who stood there in the center of the room. Xel-Selene shuddered as she felt her awareness spread throughout her host body. The Xel-Naga squirmed, and she felt the wetness of her milk gathering at the tips of her breasts.

"Thank you, Xel-Larr. This host has knowledge of the humans capabilities for war. And countermeasures to our plans," she replied, and the sound of her own voice was deep, throaty, the words vibrating in the air. She felt the pleasure her host enjoyed. The knowledge that it would serve the parasites well made her body tingle.

"Good. Very good," Xel-Larr purred as her eyes trailed over Xel-Selene's form.

"How is our Queen Mother," Xel-Selene asked, her tentacles wriggled with her need to meet the queen again.

"Still in stasis," Xel-Larr purred. She leaned closer, her breasts pressing against the new Xel-Naga, "We have yet to find a host for her."

Images of a statuesque blonde raced through Xel-Selene's mind. Mitsuko's memories of her Captain provided the Xel-Naga with the information it craved. Her Captain would make a perfect Queen. And the rest of the female crew would provide new hosts.

"We have the perfect host for her," Xel-Selene purred. "The best of humanity."

She turned lightly on her heel, slipping between two passing groups with practiced ease, her red hair fanning out behind her in a brief arc of motion. Her eyes moved quickly, scanning stalls, displays, fabrics, silhouettes.

Nothing.

"Disappointing," she muttered.

A rack of shimmering garments caught her attention for half a second, until she recognized the cut. Core design. Slightly altered, maybe, but nothing she hadn't seen a dozen times before.

She didn't even slow down.

Another stall offered layered accessories, intricate and colorful. For a moment, she leaned in, fingers brushing lightly across the materials.

Synthetic blend. Mass-produced.

Ariadne straightened immediately, her interest gone.

"What's the point of coming all the way out here," she murmured under her breath, "if everything just loops back to the same boring designs?"

She pivoted again, weaving through the crowd with a dancer’s instinct for space and timing. The market was alive. Hundreds of voices overlapped, lights shifted, scents mixed in a way that should have been overwhelming.

It wasn't. Not to her. Because none of it stood out. Her lips pressed into a thin line.

Already, she could imagine Captain Aries' expression. That knowing look. The slight tilt of her head.

'You won't get your way every time, Ariadne.'

Ariadne exhaled sharply.

"Yes, yes, darling," she muttered. "Very wise. Very insightful. As always."

That didn't make it any less irritating.

With a small, decisive motion, she stepped away from the flow of the crowd and settled onto a narrow bench tucked between two quieter stalls. The noise of the market dulled slightly here, though the glow of it still pressed in from all sides.

She leaned back, crossing one leg over the other, her gaze drifting without focus for the first time since she had entered the place.

'Maybe this had been a waste of time.' The thought sat poorly with her. Ariadne didn't do wasted opportunities.

Her fingers tapped lightly against her knee, impatience settling in.

Then her comm activated.

"Ariadne," Mitsuko's voice purred through the small speaker.

Ariadne's head tilted immediately, interest snapping back into place.

Mitsuko didn't sound casual. Her voice charged with a tone the pilot let rarely slip, despite her adventurous nature.

"I think I found something that would interest you.”"

Ariadne smiled.

"Well," she said, pushing herself smoothly to her feet, all traces of earlier disappointment gone in an instant. "You certainly have my attention, dear Mitsuko."

Her eyes sharpened, a spark returning to them as she turned toward the deeper corridors of the station.

"I'll meet you there shortly. And, darling?" She paused, her smile widening slightly. "Don't go wandering off. You know how I feel about that."

Without waiting for a reply, she cut the communication line with a flick of her wrist.

"Time to go hunting." Ariadne's murmur faded into the noise of the crowd, as did her slender form, disappearing into the shadows between market stalls. The pulse of the place, once an annoyance, became her ally now.

Ariadne flowed through the gaps and edges, following the directions of the Aurora Zephyr's network.

This station wasn't large, and Mitsuko had picked a meeting place just far enough from the main hub to suggest discretion. That alone sent a ripple of curiosity down Ariadne's spine. Mitsuko wasn't the sort of person who would have sought out such a location for no reason.

And if there was anything Ariadne appreciated, it was a well-timed hint of the unknown.

The corridor curved around, lights dimming slightly, the noise of the market becoming a dull, constant rumble in the distance.

The new location settled in between the constant flow of chaos. It's tantalizing quiet screamed unique. It was behind a mix of a café and bar.

Her eyes spotted some of the waitresses. And they definitely looked unique. Ariadne could not hide the spark in her eye as she spotted the latex looking bunny suit, that hugged each of the women in an alluring manner.

The mask with the two glowing slits of light and the two large ears on their heads, definitely stroked Ariadne's curiosity.

She wondered what would make Mitsuko choose such a location.

The place looked like something out of a sleezy rec. None of these waitresses had natural curves. She knew that, as she watched them, but she was sure the place was more to her taste than the rest of the station. This was a unique expression she hadn't found anywhere else yet.

So, with a skip, she entered the alley besides the interesting establishment. There the network told her stood Mitsuko.

Ariadne felt a shiver race down her back at what she saw.

Mitsuko stood, leaning against a wall in a latex looking bodysuit that was all too similar to the one the waitresses wore. The curves the latex hugged, were far more exaggerated. Her chest, which had never been small, stood out, round and firm, the two globes pushed up by the latex in an obscene manner that had Ariadne blush, as she stared at her crewmate. Her waist had been slim before, but now the hourglass shape that had formed, seemed even more impossible.

Ariadne's gaze wandered further down. Over those wide hips, that made her crewmate look like the perfect mother to be, and down her legs. They were long and slender and ended in a pair of heels that looked even more daring than anything Ariadne herself would have ever worn. Her heart beat faster at that sight.

And then she looked at the bunny ears, and the mask, which was far less expressive, and showed a pair of glowing slits, that was all that could be seen from the face.

"Oh my." She said and swallowed hard. "Darling. This is." She shook her head. "How. How?"

Ariadne felt something stir in her. The sight was beautiful and erotic. It was the perfect combination of a woman's sexiness and a cute allure that was irresistible to behold.

She swallowed hard as the pilot moved and a scent reached her nostrils, sweet, almost sickening, but alluring at the same time. Her head grew dizzy and Ariadne swallowed again as her cheeks flushed red.

The pilot had not been someone she had felt attracted to. At least not in a sexual way.

Mitsuko, in her opinion, had been cute. And her adventurous nature had been alluring. But she was a friend and part of the dysfunctional family the crew had formed.

Yet, this was different. Ariadne did not know why she would react like that. Her mind was clouded as if she was intoxicated.

Mitsuko moved and Ariadne felt a shiver of arousal run through her. The pilot was sexy. Everything about her seemed to scream 'Fuck me!' now.

"Well, I am glad you like it." Mitsuko purred, her voice even more sultry than Ariadne remembered.

"Darling, what happened," she breathed, unable to take her eyes from the other woman.

"A discovery. And I think you might want to share in this little wonder." The woman purred and stepped closer to her. "It is so exciting, I don't even know how to describe it. You need to feel it, to understand."

She reached out and touched her arm and Ariadne gasped at the sensation.

"What," Ariadne started to speak but was silenced by the touch on her skin.

A sensation raced through her, almost as if the touch was amplified, pleasure rippling in waves through her. Mitsuko's hand felt like thousand tiny tentacles stroking her skin.

And as the woman spoke, she realized the same, as if her voice vibrated in her mind.

"Let me give you this wonderful feeling too." Ariadne could hear the sultry tone of Mitsuko and it was almost hypnotic, the words sinking deeper than they should.

She felt a fog cloud her thoughts and with it came the realization, that she should feel fear, but all she could feel was arousal.

A small part of her mind screamed, that this was all wrong, that this had to be something sinister.

But the sweetness that filled the air made the worries seem distant. Ariadne felt her head spin and her eyes grew unfocused, as she watched Mitsuko move in the alluring latex looking bodysuit. It was all so wonderful, as her head tried to make sense of it.

"Darling," Ariadne whispered. "I, this."

She tried to pull herself away from Mitsuko but her legs felt wobbly. All she could think about was how good this all felt.

"It is okay. I understand, Ariadne. But this is good. So good." Mitsuko said and Ariadne could not resist, her own body seemed to crave more of Mitsuko's touch and her eyes could only watch as the latex looking material on Mitsuko's body shifted. She felt Mitsuko's arms on her waist, pulling her into an embrace, and as they touched her skin she gasped. The tiny tentacles, that made her skin feel so wonderful, now seemed to crawl along her waist, her blouse and pants melting as the material spread along her form. Her mind grew foggier and she could not resist, the pleasure and desire she felt, making her gasp and whimper in need. All the thoughts that screamed this was wrong and dangerous were fading away.

She inhaled the artificial perfume that rose from her Mitsuko with deep breaths.

Her head was swimming in a sea of pleasure. Ariadne's eyes closed and when they opened again, they were unfocused. Her blouse had all but disappeared and the tendrils of slime had begun to spread to her bra and panties.

"Oh, god," Ariadne moaned. The tendrils that crawled over her sensitive breasts and nipples, made her moan and gasp for air.

Mitsuko chuckled and her voice seemed like a whisper in Ariadne's mind.

"Don't worry, I will take care of you, just let it happen. You will feel so good, and we can be together. You can understand the pleasure I feel, Ariadne."

Mitsuko pulled her even tighter into the embrace and Ariadne could feel Mitsuko's large breasts pressing against her chest, sending ripples of pleasure and desire through her. The wetness that exploded between her legs was eagerly absorbed be the slime that spread over her body.

Ariadne's moans and whimpers were getting louder, as she could no longer think of anything but her own pleasure. Her mind clouded by the sweet artificial smell, she could no longer recall the thoughts that told her, that she should be scared, and that this was dangerous.

She gasped for air, her hands touching the latex like bodysuit, feeling it under her fingertips, her eyes rolling back in her head as her mind was filled with the sensation.

Mitsuko chuckled again, the voice a sultry purr, as the slime spread along Ariadne's neck.

"That's it. Give in. Become addicted to the pleasure. You need it," she said, her words vibrating in Ariadne's mind. "It's okay to lose your inhibitions."

Mitsuko's fingers caressed Ariadne's skin, the slime tingling along her neck, making her moan, the sensation so much stronger than when she touched the latex.

"You want this, Ariadne. I can see it. You are so eager to feel what I am feeling," she continued, and Ariadne could only moan louder, unable to speak.

The slime was spreading, and it felt like it was caressing every inch of her, touching her mind. The pleasure and the artificial smell of the slime filled Ariadne's mind with thoughts of nothing but the pleasure.

It felt so good.

The tentacles on her breasts, crawling over her nipples and squeezing her sensitive orbs, made her moan and gasp. Ariadne's skin felt alive, like every pore was drowning in bliss. The slime that crawled over her ass, squeezed it, and pushed in though her rear entrance.

It made her moan, her voice rising in pleasure as her mind grew even more foggy and lustful.

"More. More," she moaned, her mind only filled with desire.

Her hands clawed at the latex, as her pussy felt so wet and needy. The tentacles of slime on her ass felt so good and the way the slime crawled into her rear entrance, it was too much for Ariadne, her mind could not think straight.

She felt her orgasm building, her entire body shaking with the need to release. But something was missing.

Ariadne could feel it, like a hole that needed to be filled. Her eyes were glazed with lust as she looked at Mitsuko.

"Yes," Mitsuko purred, her voice low and husky, "Give in. Give yourself to the pleasure. I am here for you. I will take care of you and give you what you need." Her hand moved to her back. And produced a familiar silver mask.

"Here, darling," she purred, as the slime on Ariadne's body seemed to vibrate and her pussy quivered with need.

"Please. Please," Ariadne whimpered as the tentacles in her ass began to thrust and the pleasure was becoming unbearable.

Dimly, Ariadne saw the inside of the mask filled with a familiar black slime. As the mask drew closer it grew and stood up, forming a phallus. Ariadne's lips formed an inviting ring. Her mind screamed in pleasure and lust as she took the phallus in her mouth. The slime filled her, spreading to her throat. Ariadne gagged, her throat bulging from the intrusion as it thrust deep. She moaned, her body trembling as it fucked her throat.

She swallowed the slime that pushed in, the tentacles in her ass thrusting in time with the tentacles in her throat, the tendrils in her pussy vibrating, her clit swollen and needy. She could no longer think, when the mask seeled shut over her face.

The darkness and the feeling of being filled in every hole made her head swim with even more arousal, as her orgasm washed over her. Ariadne could feel the slime crawl inside her ears and the tendrils in her ass grew thicker, thrusting deeper and harder into her.

She moaned, the sound muffled, her voice rising in pleasure.

Her eyes opened wide behind the mask, as the tendrils in her ears crawled inside, her ears feeling so full.

She heard a whisper in her mind. The voice of something beautiful. It sounded like a symphony of moans. She could not help but moan herself as her orgasm was prolonged by the thrusting tendrils in her ass.

Her mind swam with the sound, as it grew louder, and her ears were no longer just filled with tendrils, but the slime spread further in.

"Oh yes," she thought. "I can hear it."

And she could feel her body change, her hips widening, and her breasts growing. The tentacles in her ass, pushing in and out of her, growing larger, and thicker.

Her eyes grew heavy, her orgasm not subsiding, as her mind filled with someone else.

She could feel the pleasure of the others, as she joined the symphony.

Ariadne could not speak, she could only think her moans as she felt her body fill out the bodysuit. She could feel the others, feel their hunger. It was like a thirst that had been with her all her life. A desire that was burning in her core.

Her body trembled as the slime crawled deeper into her head. Her pussy felt so good and her clit throbbed with the need for release. Wave after wave of orgasmic energy did nothing to quell the desire.

But with every orgasm that crashed against Ariadne, more and more of her body, of herself, yielded to the other that moved through her mind.

She could no longer resist, as her hands clawed at her body, the latex like material that formed her bodysuit feeling like skin, as she arched her back. The tendrils in her ass were thrusting in and out, filling her more and more.

The hunger and thirst were burning, and the more her mind yielded, the stronger the hunger grew. She could not resist, she could not think, she could not moan as her body submitted to the delicious other inside her.

Ariadne could feel her mind being devoured by the symphony and she felt it grow, her mind expanding, growing wider. She felt her self become less and less.

Her eyes rolled back in her head, the tendrils in her ears, and the tendrils in her throat, crawled further and further inside, until the tentacles were filling her mouth, her ears, and her throat, until there was nothing of Ariadne left in the body.

She was no more, as her self dissolved into the other, and her orgasm faded away, as the last bit of her melted away.

***

Xel-Mina stretched into awareness. She felt new. The host had not been special, despite its meager attempts in live. It had been one of the weak ones she had consumed before.

Xel-Mina had not even been aware, that her host had been anything other than a weak, feeble one. She could not even recall her host's designation. It had been delicious.

She had of course preserved the memories of this host. But Xel-Mina would never allow this Ariadne to be anything more than a delicious morsel in her memory. The only thing she truly shared with her host was the hunger for the extraordinary. It was the small concession she gave this disappointing human.

"How are you, Xel-Mina," asked Xel-Selene through the mouth of her host. "Is this host to your satisfaction?"

"It will suffice. But, you know how I am, Xel-Selene. My hunger can not be satisfied, and my thirst is unquenchable," replied Xel-Mina with the mouth of her new host.

Xel-Mina could not recall ever not having been hungry. And while the taste of her host's memories was like the sweetest wine, her lack of resistance left the meal to be meager. "But it doesn't matter. There will be many opportunities in the future to find feasts."

Xel-Selene laughed and the voice that came from the human's lips was sultry. Xel-Selene's taste in hosts had always been delicious. This new host was no exception. She could still taste the rich memories that made up the host's life and it had a wonderful aftertaste that lingered in Xel-Mina's mouth.

"You know how to make the most of it. And I know you'll enjoy every second of it. But, we should find a way to sate your hunger, Xel-Mina."

She straightened her new body into a tantalizing pose. "Of course, Xel-Selene. I have the perfect place in mind to expand into. For all that this host lacked the substance of resistance. The taste of her memories is truly a unique composition. Darling." The word rolled over Xel-Mina's tongue and the memory of Ariadne using the word to describe the humans around her, made Xel-Mina's desire grow.

The words sat there on her comm, simple and unadorned. No dramatics. That alone made Zenna take it seriously. Ariadne enjoyed theatrics far too much to leave them out unless something had genuinely disrupted her usual rhythm.

Zenna leaned back slightly against the bulkhead of the docking corridor, her arms folding loosely as she considered it.

"Kidnapped," she repeated under her breath.

It wasn't impossible.

These stations, far from the reach of the core fleets and their carefully maintained order, had always been fertile ground for opportunists. Smugglers, traffickers, fringe cults, and worse. Humanity, stripped of oversight, tended to explore its less admirable tendencies.

She knew that.

They all did.

Which was why it didn't quite add up.

The crew of the 'Aurora Zephyr' were not inexperienced travelers stumbling into danger for the first time. Even Mitsuko, for all her enthusiasm and occasional recklessness, had spent a full year navigating places exactly like this.

Zenna's gaze drifted down the corridor, unfocused as she ran through possibilities.

Wrong place, wrong time. A targeted abduction, maybe.

Her lips curved slightly at the thought.

"Interesting," she murmured.

Because beneath the concern, excitement stirred alive.

Zenna pushed herself off the wall in one smooth motion, her posture settling into a quiet readiness. Shore leave on stations like this rarely offered her anything of value. Crowds, noise, artificial environments that dulled the senses rather than sharpening them. Nothing worth the hassle.

Until now.

Ariadne wouldn't have sent the message lightly. Neither would Mitsuko have been taken easily.

Which meant whoever, or whatever, was responsible had either been very careful. Or very confident.

Zenna adjusted her jacket, her movements precise and unhurried.

"Let's see which one,"she said softly.

Because if there was one thing she valued more than the quiet of the hunt; it was a challenge worth following.

And as she stepped out into the shifting lights of the station, Zenna felt anticipation ran through her frame.

The crowd parted around her, the press of bodies instinctively shifting aside in her wake. Her senses took in the chaos with a detached efficiency. Mapping faces, postures, the subtle cues of intent, she stalked through it all. She was a single, steady presence amidst the noise, letting the ebb and flow of life on the fringe wash over her like water. Over the Aurora's network she received the coordinates of her fellow crew members. She made her way over to the last location where Mitsuko was located.

The alley hummed with an ethereal sound. It was soft and subtle at first, just on the edge of hearing. The sound had an almost otherworldly quality to it, as if it were not quite of this world. As Zenna made her way down the alleyway, the sound grew louder and clearer, until it filled her senses with its mysterious beauty.

Her breathes evened out. Zenna could smell something, a cloying sweetness mixed with a plastic undertone. Her footsteps echoed quietly on the pavement as she ventured further into the darkness.

Zenna could feel a slight tingle on her skin, an electric sensation that was not quite unpleasant but not quite comfortable either. Her eyes tracked the spots of Mitsuko and Ariadne on her comm. Ariadne seemed to move closer to Mitsuko's location, similar to Zenna.

She was close.

Zenna reached out and placed a hand against the wall, feeling its rough texture against her fingertips.

Something wasn't right.

Zenna stopped moving as the tingling sensation intensified. She looked around, scanning her surroundings for any sign of danger, but there was nothing to be seen.

The sweet smell grew more intense, her breathing becoming heavier.

She took a deep breath, her heart rate increasing as the tingle began to spread through her body. Zenna shook her head, trying to shake off the strange sensation that was taking hold of her. But it only made the humming stronger.

Zenna could feel her skin tingling, as if she were covered in tiny sparks. She could feel a warmth spreading through her body. Her breathing became more rapid and her heart beat faster as the humming grew louder and more insistent. Her legs felt weak, and her hands were shaking. She was overwhelmed with a feeling of warmth and comfort that was both soothing and disturbing at the same time.

The tingling sensation began to travel further up her body, and it was as though it were entering into her mind. She felt her thoughts growing hazy, her focus shifting in and out, perfectly in tune with the humming.

Her skin began to tingle more intensely as she felt her mind slipping away.

Zenna tried to resist the pull of the sound and the smell, but the more she fought against it, the more it seemed to take over. She was losing control of her body, her muscles growing weak and her limbs feeling heavy. Her head swam and she felt as if she was on the verge of passing out.

Thoughts circled around Mitsuko and Ariadne. Zenna imagined each of them in ways she never had before. She imagined their toned bodies and soft curves. Her mind filled with visions of them in different outfits and poses. She could picture Mitsuko in her bikini, her breasts bouncing as she danced. And Ariadne, her long red hair cascading down her shoulders as she walked towards Zenna. She could see Ariadne's hips swaying, her long legs carrying her gracefully to Zenna. She could almost feel Ariadne's breath on her neck as she leaned in to whisper something in her ear. Zenna felt a shiver run down her spine as her mind filled with fantasies.

Her vision flickered. Zenna was trying to stay focused, to stay alert. The hum vibrated through her bones. Her legs trembled, her balance teetered. A wave of heat rolled through her, pooling into a single point between her legs.

Mitsuko's phantom twirled and jiggled with curves Zenna didn't remember. The bikini top fell away and Mitsuko's bare breasts swayed freely as her hips gyrated in time to the sound. The smell of milk and plastic grew even more intense.

Zenna bit her lower lip to try to regain some measure of composure, but the fantasy of Ariadne nibbled at her ear. She whispered something. She couldn't make out what the other woman was saying, but she could feel it in the depths of her core.

Her body ached and burned. It was as if the world was slowly closing in on her, pressing her down and making it difficult for her to move or breathe. She felt a pressure in her chest, something that pushed from the inside outwards. Her mind raced, trying to make sense of the sensations she was experiencing.

The images in her head were so real, so vivid, that it almost felt like they were happening to her right then and there. It was as if the walls between reality and fantasy burned away.

Mitsuko danced, her impossibly voluptuous form undulated with every deliberate movement. Black, glossy latex shined under purple neon. Mitsuko swirled and the tight material accentuated her figure in lewd, lurid ways. Zenna watched as Mitsuko reached up to caress her breasts, the thick latex flowed like a second skin over her supple flesh. Mitsuko's breasts were massive and swollen. They heaved and bounced as if filled with liquid.

Ariadne was in Zenna's ear. She felt Ariadne's body, her form, against her back, pressing her own firm breasts against her back. Her breath hot in her ear as the words she whispered finally solidified into intelligible phrases, "Don't resist it, Zenna. Don't resist your instincts, darling."

Zenna gasped.

Her legs trembled, and she could barely stay on her feet. The heat that radiated from her body was overwhelming. It was an inferno of desire. She wanted to give in. She wanted to succumb. Her body was telling her that it was time. That this was right.

Mitsuko, or the phantom of her, continued her tantalizing tease. The silver mask covering her face added to her mysterious allure. Zenna could feel her eyes being drawn to Mitsuko's every movement, each gesture and step, as she swirled her hips in an ever-faster circle. The glossy latex gleamed as she moved, catching the light and making it seem to move.

The suit was a work of art. Zenna's mind could hardly process its complexity, its beauty. The fabric clung tightly to every curve, every line of Mitsuko's body. The material seemed alive as it moved and flowed across her skin, shifting in patterns that made her body look even more alluring than it already was. It was like the material was alive and breathing with Mitsuko's every move, as if it had its own mind and purpose. Her breasts jiggled with every step, her hips swaying with every motion, her hair swaying in time to her movements. Each step she took, each motion she made, seemed to draw Zenna further into a world of sensuality and seduction that she had never known.

"Zenna," Ariadne whispered in her ear.

It was too much.

Zenna fell to her knees. The cloying sweetness of milk filled her nose. Her mouth flooded with saliva, her tongue felt heavy and her jaw dropped.

She needed more of this. She needed to give herself to it. Her body ached and her skin was burning with an intense fire. It felt as though her entire body was aflame and she needed relief from it.

Mitsuko's suit was hypnotic in its shimmer and flow, her every move entrancing. Her voluptuous body was the center of attention, and the black and blue latex seemed to only emphasize it more.

"That's it, darling. A huntress is obsessed with their target," Ariadne cooed in her ear.

She felt Ariadne's breasts pressing against her back, and the sensation was electric. Her nipples pressed hard against the fabric of her own clothing and she felt them throbbing. The feeling was intense, almost overwhelming.

The sound, the hum, grew more insistent in her mind. Zenna could hear it, the pulsing rhythm, pushed in deeper and deeper.

"Take your target, Zenna." Ariadne's words dripped like honey in her ear. "You want her. You know you do, you need to."

Zenna was struggling to stay put. The overwhelming desire and heat in her body was consuming her, threatening to burn her to ashes.

Her body trembled against Ariadne's frame.

Mitsuko twirled and her suit shimmered, accentuating her curves. The sound of the humming was now like a constant hum in her mind. It filled her senses and she could not ignore it. She was lost in the sound.

"You want her, don't you, darling? You need her," Ariadne whispered.

"Yes," Zenna murmured. "I do."

Her body ached and her skin felt hot to the touch. Her nipples pressed against the fabric of her own clothing. The sensation was electric, the need was irresistible.

"Then take her," Ariadne whispered.

Zenna could not resist the call any longer. Her hands reached out, trembling as she touched Mitsuko's body.

The slime-like latex was smooth and pliable. It molded itself to Zenna's touch, conforming to her every movement. The sensation sent a shiver through her, an intense pleasure that radiated through her body.

Zenna pulled Mitsuko's body close to her own. The smell of her skin was intoxicating. Her mouth watered. Her core throbbed. She could feel her body growing more aroused and desperate with every moment. It was a feeling of raw need and desire. Wild she began to lick and kiss the alien substance.

Her lips and tongue moved along the surface of Mitsuko's suit. She tasted the latex, savoring the texture and sensation as it moved across her tongue. Her body trembled with need. Her eyes closed, and she surrendered herself completely to the moment.

Ariadne whispered, "That's it, darling. Give in to your obsession. The latex, the suit is all you can focus on."

The taste of it was sweet and heady. Zenna could taste the strange material, the latex-like texture that had taken over Mitsuko's form. She was obsessed with it, the feel and the taste, and she couldn't stop. Her lips and tongue explored the suit, savoring the sensations and the strange taste of it.

Ariadne's hands roamed her body, her breasts pressing against Zenna's back, her hot breath in her ear.

"Don't fight it, Zenna," Ariadne said. "Hunt the suit. Let it fill you. Consume you."

Mitsuko's hips rolled, her breasts bounced as Zenna tasted and touched her, consumed her with every lick, with every touch.

Her mind raced as the sound grew louder, pulsing through her body like a drumbeat.

"Take it," Ariadne cooed. "Let it fill you, consume you, Zenna." She could feel Ariadne's hands running down her back, caressing her, touching her.

Zenna couldn't resist it anymore, her lips, her tongue, and her hands moved over Mitsuko's body with abandon, tasting and touching her in ways that she never imagined.

Ariadne stripped away Zenna's clothes. She was so focused on tasting Mitsuko, she didn't really notice. Ariadne's touch on her bare skin sent shivers through her.

Zenna moaned with pleasure, lips stretched around Mitsuko's left nipple. Her tongue flicked the suit-covered teat. She was insatiable, devouring it hungrily with every lick.

"Yes, Zenna," Ariadne moaned in her ear. "Give yourself to the latex. Feel it on your naked body."

Ariadne's words echoed in Zenna's mind as the hum grew louder and more powerful. Zenna felt the pull of the suit's influence, and her eyes closed in surrender.

Hot liquid filled her mouth, sweet cream mixed with a plastic undertone.

Mitsuko's latex breasts heaved and bounced as her nipple sprayed Zenna's mouth with milk. Zenna could feel the liquid on her tongue and she moaned in ecstasy as her body was filled with pleasure. Her mind swam with the taste and she lost herself in it.

With a loud plop she disconnected, breathing heavily.

"That's a good huntress, darling. Obsessed with her prey. She deserves a treat, don't you agree, Mitsuko," Ariadne cooed.

"Yes, she does," the other woman replied in a husky, seductive tone as she produced a silver mask. The same type that hid her face beneath. "The Huntress needs a mask of her own."

"Let's put it on, shall we?"

Zenna didn't resist. Her head tilted backwards as the two women put the mask closer to her face. A black long tentacle wiggled alive. Zenna's mouth spread white open. Mitsuko put the mask on Zenna. It snapped in place like the perfect piece in a puzzle. The fit was snug, but comfortable, the smooth surface of the metal hugged the contours of her face, fitting perfectly. The tentacle pumped deep into her throat. She felt it filling her, her eyes rolled back and she moaned with pleasure.

"Good girl," Mitsuko said.

She could feel the latex-like slime oozing down her skin, it moved over her flesh, coating it, caressing it. It slid across her body and Zenna moaned with delight. Her breasts, her nipples, her skin, everything was covered in a warm, wet coating. Her body ached for more.

Zenna felt the mask tighten on her head. Thoughts and memories seemed less important. All that mattered was her obsession. The suit. It demanded everything of her. And Zenna moaned as even her identity was taken.

***

Xel-Sesh purred as she subsumed her host. With ease she rearranged the pitiful body, her prey had lost to her magnificence, into a more pleasing shape.

She took great pleasure in sculpting her host's muscular, athletic frame into one of voluptuous curves and soft, yielding flesh.

Her thighs thickened, her hips curved into a perfect hourglass shape, her buttocks jiggled.

Her breasts swelled and bounced with each momement, filling out into plump and impossible orbs. The nipples stood erect and hard, ready to burst at any moment. Her body was a playground for pleasure, a canvas of flesh that was begging for attention.

She stood up, her feet moving with grace, her hips swaying sensually. The sound of her heels echoed off of the floor.

"Xel-Selene, Xel-Mina. It is wonderful to see you again," she purred.

"You look stunning," Xel-Selene purred as she ran her hand along Xel-Sesh's thigh. "I'm sure the Queen Mother will enjoy having you around." The latex-covered woman's fingers caressed the smooth surface of the newly created form, exploring its contours and textures.

"Always so extreme with the changes," Xel-Mina cooed, "I can't get enough of it." She reached up and touched one of the large, bulbous breasts, squeezing it hard.

Xel-Sesh's new form was a masterpiece of sensual engineering. The curves and contours were exaggerated to the point of absurdity.

"Of course. While settle for anything less. This body belongs to me now. So does the mind of that useless human. What a silly species. But very tasty," Xel-Sesh replied, her voice a deep, husky hum.

"Yes. But our work isn't done yet," Xel-Selene purred and began to sway her hips, a primal rhythm that was impossible to resist.

Xel-Sesh's body responded to the hypnotic sway, the latex-covered woman moving in sync with her. Their bodies pressed together as Xel-Mina circled them.

"We need to find the captain and take her for our Queen," Xel-Selene cooed. "It has been too long since the Queen Mother has tasted her fill. And this Samantha Aries should be perfect for our Queen Mother. I'm sure your hosts memories confirm it."

Xel-Sesh felt a shudder of desire pass through her at the mention of the name. Her host's mind was filled with fantasies and desires her captain had stoked. Desires that foolish waste of space had denied.

"Of course," she said. "Samantha will be the perfect choice for our Queen Mother. I can feel her strength and power in my host's thoughts. She will make a wonderful new breeding ground."

"Indeed," Xel-Mina purred. "We have found the perfect gift for our Queen. Now let us bring her a new host worthy of her grace and glory!"

Xel-Sesh felt a sudden surge of arousal. She had been given a mission, one she was eager to fulfill.