My stop( Transport Center)

**Author’s note: This chapter was really weird, and I’ll try to make sure it isn’t representative of the story as a whole. The interactions are a clear sign that this kinda thing won’t get a good response, so I’ll try to focus on the main sex appeal, even if that means getting less sex.**

After finally managing to pry my hand off my new wet vagina, I sat on the train waiting for my burning desire to quell. By the time it did, I’d already arrived at my stop, near a transportation center. While I couldn’t spend my money directly, I could work for petty cash. Most people don’t bother carrying actual physical cash with them unless they’re from a different system, so a transportation center is a slow but consistent way of getting unreported cash.

As I reached the transport center, I reached the one down side of this plan, the check ins. While I’d typically be fine, if they put out the word on who to look out for, staying here would be a huge issue. Luckily I know a quick way out of here if something were to go bad. It seemed like the moment I was scanned lasted forever, before producing an image of a volumptuos light skinned women. Her lips were plump and her hair was black. By the photo of her top half sat her name, ‘Alexandria Dumont.’ They never told us who were being transformed into, but man what are the chances with that name. I guess the doctors work succeeded.

One typically easy job in the transport center was helping the over packed. Tourists who tend to overpack are usually really unaware of Earth culture, prepared to spend a decent chunk of change, and try to accommodate as a way of being polite. I waited by the baggage claim, carefully examining my targets before making my move.

Finally, I decided on a pair of gazos. They were similar to humans in form but with blue skin, gills on their neck instead of a nose, and plenty of living tendrils for hair. Both of these Gazo seemed to be males, telling by their tighter formed clothing. By them, laid a collection of 20 of so cases of luggage. “Hey, you guys need help?” I asked.

A series of croaks seemed to come out of its mouth before it remembered to turn its translator on. “Uhh, thanks but we’re good.”

“No, we aren’t!” They other replied. “I told you that you brought to much and I’m not spending another hour waiting for you to finish bringing everything.”

“Well, maybe if you had helped, it wouldn’t have taken so long!” The first replied. I quickly grabbed a few of the bags, and began to walk with them to the pick up zone. The second one decided to stay, I suppose out of principal more than protection, while the first and I went back for 20 minutes or so. As we grab the last one, I noticed a clean slums glistening off of the top of his tendrils.

“What is that stuff on your head?” I asked.

“It just means I need to be ‘milked’ soon.” It replied.

“Oh, is that the point of the point of the Gazo chambers next to the bathroom here? I always wanted to know since your people can use the universal bathroom stalls. Want to go now? I’m sure your friend wouldn’t mind the wait.”

“I suppose but I’ll need you assistance.” Soon after, I was in this decently sized hot room with a 6’0 blue man all alone. At the center of this room, was a chair with a slightly higher seat right next to the back rest. The Gazo with no hesitation grabbed a tub, of a vicious white fluid and handed it to me before sitting down. “Rub this over your hands, and then squeeze my tendrils.”

Sweat covered my brow as I poured the first of the liquid onto my hands. His tendrils waved around excitedly as I grabbed the first one. They quickly spread themselves across my open thighs as I began to stroke him. They swayed menaicly as my hands pumped. Finally, one found its way to my pussy, waving itself up and down my enterance. I flinched but remained silent as the already hot room felt like it has gotten even hotter. The burning sensation between my legs quickly returned before I head a light moan from the Gazo. The tendril stood straight as a blue liquid poured out of hit it and onto my black shirt. Staring down at my soiled shirt, and idea came to mind. “Is that gonna happen again?”

“Ya, each tendril has its own deposit.”

“Ok, I’m gonna take my clothes off so I don’t soil them anymore.” In moments, both my fat ass, and my huge tits were exposed to an alien who couldn’t even appreciate them. I sat back on the chair, put yet more of the vicious fluid on my hands. I put both my hands on a tendril, as it wriggled around. As my hands slid lower and lower, it began to crawl up my body, evantually finding its way between my breasts. As his other tendrils meandered around the entrance of my vagina, the one in between my breast stiffened, before spewing its contents onto my face. A smirk spread across my splattered face an idea came to mind. As I squirted viscous fluid onto my hands, I could feel the Gazo’s Liquid on my face dissipate. This time, I put the viscous white substance inside my pussy. Gently, I lead his tendril inside of me, before feeling his wriggling push against my walls. My hips thrusted back and forth as my grip on the base of his tendril increased. Beeded sweat fell off my breasts as I tried to stifle my moan. The tendril inside of me stiffened, prompting my first female orgasm. Squeaks from the both of our lips came forth as he shot another load of his juice. My pussy felt tender but that don’t stop me from going again. I used the white viscous fluid between my hands, breasts, thighs, and of course my pussy to make him shoot through all of them. His tendrils around nipples, and even found their way into my mouth as I gave him a boob job. He shot into air, before it fell onto my hair then. After, I stuck my legs into the air, letting one enter my pussy and the other between my thighs. I rocked my body back and forth using a combination of my hips and hands. As one of his tendrils cans inside me, the other gushed onto exposed breasts. By the end of our intense milking, I was covered in sweat and small traces of the blue liquid. The Gazo’s face was an even darker shade of blue, and his tendrils stopped being so restless. Before leaving he handed me $300, telling me “Thanks for all the help but we should probably keep this quiet.” Not exactly what I expected to be paid for, but acceptable.