Pumping gas

“Zeke, wake up.” A voice said from far away.

Hands were touching my shoulder, shaking me awake. I must have dozed off. In the middle of the Diner? Weird. But I felt horrible being there, and the first thing I wanted to do was to leave this place. One of the reasons I fell asleep was that I was very tired and hallucinating. At least that's what I convinced myself of. Probably overworked or burnt out. Or burnt out. both. I just didn’t know anymore. But my nightmare had been very twisted; I should see a doctor once we are back, I decided.

I urgently paid and said to Eve we were going. She was having a friendly chat with the waitress at the bar counter, but she gave me the creeps. Sometimes, she would quickly glance at me and give me a malicious look, as if she knew about my nightmare.

As we exited the Diner, the waitress hugged Eve goodbye and, with a loving look, caressed the back of her head with her hand. Then she looked at me and whispered softly in my ear, so only I could hear, “See you soon, Zeke.”

...

As we were driving on, I saw that we needed some gas soon. Not much later, a small, poorly lit gas station was coming up, but on the opposite side of the road. It looked rundown, but I saw lights, so as we slowly passed it, I made a U-turn, stopping the car beside the only gas pump they had, under the canopy. The little building where the lights came from looked empty, and the paint on the walls was long gone. The dark forest behind it didn’t do the whole scenery much good. Anyway, we got out, and I gave my fiancée, Eve, some cash to go pay. As I grabbed the pump handle, I felt a sticky mass on my hand. Looking at it, it was some kind of reddish-green slime. “Strange,” I thought. I put the handle back into the pump's sleeve and went to the car's trunk to get a piece of cloth to clean my hand and the pump's handle.

Searching in the trunk for the rag I knew we had somewhere, I saw through the car's windows my girl talking to a woman, who was standing right in front of her, very close, in my opinion. They were chatting about something, and Eve was agreeing with it, answering the stranger in a blushing way, sometimes looking at her feet, as if the woman had asked her if she was already trying to get pregnant. Eve also nodded eagerly at some other things the woman said to her, as if she were being seduced.

The woman then placed her ghost-white arm on my fiancée's shoulder, comforting her. But somehow, the arm had no elbow? It was more like a long appendage and very flexible, in the same way you would expect from a snake's body. It was bending in a strange way, not possible for an arm. I must have an eye check, I thought. Or perhaps driving at night in the dark was tiring me. Just as I ignored what I had seen, the long thing undulated with a serpentine movement, just as a snake would move forward, to the lower back of Eve, stopping just before the curve of her butt.

“What is going on here?” My slightly panicking brain screamed at me.

And I really should get some glasses, I added to my thoughts; this can’t be true. The “arm-thing” pulled Eve closer to the woman, and Eve didn’t mind somehow. They were close enough for kissing, I thought. I stopped searching for the rag and kept watching, as if I were hypnotized. Eve said something to the woman, and to my scare, another very white “arm-thing” reached out for Eve and wrapped itself three times around Eve’s neck, having her in a chokehold.

The woman smiled lustfully at Eve and said something nice, perhaps about what was to come, reassuring Eve. Instead of fighting it, I could see that Eve was relaxing, and she placed one hand softly on the woman's breast, caressing it. The way she caressed the woman's breast was identical to how lovers do when they touch each other for the first time. Discovering, liking, stroking. I could see that the breast did not move under Eve's touch; it must have been rock-hard. The grey blouse of the woman now showed four obscenely big nipples, two on each breast, close to each other, stretching hard the blouse's fabric.

Exactly where the four nipples were pushing against the fabric, two large wet spots appeared. The liquid stains on the dark blouse were not white, as you would expect of a woman leaking milk for her baby; they were much darker, either grey or perhaps even red. I couldn’t identify the color through the dimly lit window. The stains got bigger, and the first drops of the liquid started dripping on the concrete floor.

Eve saw the stains and looked up at the woman, as if requesting permission. The woman nodded and opened the two upper buttons, her large tits falling out of the tight blouse.

The woman said two words, something like “Go ahead,” and Eve bent towards the wet stain on her right side, placing her mouth wide open on both nipples. I could now see Eve's mouth's sucking movements on those mammillae. Somehow, my fiancée could not swallow it quickly enough, and superfluous milk dripped on her chin. I could now clearly see the blood-red mixed with green-slime-colored flow of milk on Eve's pale skin. “Was she sucking blood?” my brain screamed.

Just as it couldn’t get any weirder for me, the first arm-thing moved again, slithering further down Eve’s back and landing on top of my fiancée’s pear-shaped ass. The first extremity of the arm-thing looked like an appendage and was roughly 30 cm (11 inches) long; it had a soft, round, spear-shaped tip, which was about 10 cm (4 inches) long.

After that initial spear tip, a short, straight part of the arm-thing was visible, and after that, you could see two knots. The first and smallest knot looked like a ball sack, and the second knot, which came almost at the end of the visible appendage, was much larger, very bulbous, and contracting back and forth, as if it had a heartbeat. “Was the second knot pumping blood into the arm-thing?” I wondered.

The arm-thing's head now hung suspended in the air, behind Eve's buttocks, pointing towards them, as if it were looking for an orifice to crawl into. The spear-tip slowly changed form and became longer and smoother, as if it were calculating which girth Eve's anus could handle.

Eve stopped swallowing the strange liquid from the first breast and switched to the other one, filling her stomach with both the green slime and the blood-lookalike liquid. Judging by the amount of leaking I now saw from the first two nipples, Eve's stomach must have received at least half a liter (1.3 g) from the first udder and was now having the same amount from the other teat. She kept drinking and swallowing it as much as possible, like a good girl, obsessed by pleasing her donor.

Slowly, she was now completely full, having drunk so much that her belly was already bloating, reminding me of an engorged tick. The woman knew about this and gently removed Eve's mouth from her two flowing nipples, assuring her with kind words that she was a good sucking girl. Eve had to belch twice, making space for all the slimy liquid inside her stomach by letting air out. The woman smiled at her, recognizing the typical pattern she was apparently used to seeing. If she hadn’t removed Eve’s mouth from her tit, Eve would probably have drunk herself into a coma.

The slimy liquid from those sweet-tasting nipples was highly addictive, Eve thought. And she wanted more. With each gulp, it felt like she was about to have an orgasm. Even with her neck being held tightly, she had no problems swallowing. She was just a bit sad about not being able to drink it all. As she was sucking, she could feel the slimy liquid slowly slide down through her throat and her esophagus, reaching her receptive stomach. It was like sex with a cock, but from above. She hoped she didn’t disappoint the woman; she really did her best!

The woman said something else to Eve, and I saw Eve ardently nod, as if she agreed on something the woman just told her. It even looked as if Eve were yearning for whatever the woman just said. Like being in love with her, the way she looked at her. I noticed the arm-thing around the neck severely tighten its grip to hold her completely still and at the woman's will. Eve was almost hanging from it, her face getting red.

Suddenly, with brute **** and enormous speed, the arm-thing behind her butt launched itself forward, tearing straight through the fabric of Eve's shorts. The first part, which looked like a large round spearhead, was now trying to penetrate her anus. Eve recoiled from the sudden invasion, bracing herself with both hands on the woman's dripping wet breasts, bending her back and offering willing assistance by pushing her brown tunnel backwards against it. It was stopped halfway by Eve's anus muscles; the ring was simply too tight. The arm-thing pulled back and this time rammed the spearhead again, passing forcibly through the sphincter, reaching deep inside Eve's rectum. I heard Eve lustfully scream and announce her orgasm all the way over to where I was standing, about 30 m (100 ft) away. She was shaking all over, her legs giving way, hanging freely from the neck attachment, as if she were being hanged. She recovered, found her legs, and was able to stand again.

I was frozen in my steps, horrified of what I was seeing, not believing my eyes, and probably afraid to get nearer or try to save her. "It must be a dream," I reassured myself, knowing that I was lying.

Once the spearhead was inside Eve, the arm-thing gradually changed color. Better said, gray and green spots were appearing, all the way from the woman's shoulder up to the arm-thing part, which was still outside. It was an irregular pattern, and it seemed to me as if it were changing with each task. And it almost looked as if it had scales now. The spots on it made it possible for me to measure the speed of the continuing penetration, especially the back-and-forth rhythm it had. First, it went deeper. Much deeper, only going in one direction but at a slow pace, knowing it had all the time in the world. At a certain point, it stopped, reaching that typical bend of her insides towards the large intestines. It went back and forth a little bit until it passed the bend with a little effort.

The woman smiled towards Eve and said, judging by her smile, some praising words. Eve glowed under her dominating presence, feeling proud of having made the first step, just as the woman had told her up front. The arm-thing now had to cover the next 1.5 m (5 ft), and I could see the spotted, scaled thing only go deeper. After, like, an eternity, it stopped, reaching her small intestines. Somehow, the arm-thing never ran short of length. Having now covered inside Eve roughly 1.7 m (5.6 ft), the outside part of the arm thing grew much longer as it reached a length of 5 m (16 ft). It looked like a very long, twisting and turning intestine, but outside Eve's body. Its girth was merely 2.5 cm (1 inch), but it made up for it with an enormous length of ready appendage.

I saw the scales starting to move again, going deeper into my fiancée. At the same time, I could see her belly bloat, as she was being filled with the Thing. For the first time, I also saw its outside girth pulsate in a rhythmic way, as if it were matching Eve's heartbeat. I squinted my eyes, and I could make out on her flat belly the outline of the thing's form and size inside her, pushing deep into her bowels, going back and forth, again and again and again.

Eve was getting used to the large invasion and savoring it. A newfound pleasure was spreading through her entire body, and I could see her frowning face as she was having her next orgasm. The arm-thing around her neck was now only helping Eve to not lose her balance, like a third leg, and was no longer **** her. Eve's mouth was open; she was probably moaning the whole time from the obscene alien-like pleasures she was receiving. There was no struggle from Eve at all since the very beginning, as this monstrosity was taking her with her full consent. That is what scared me the most. I still hoped it was all a dream, and I would soon wake up from this nightmare.

The woman inclined her face closer to Eve's, who had her eyes now permanently closed and her mouth partially open from the continuous orgasms she was having as the woman whispered something to Eve, and on Eve's face, I could witness a craving look as she could only nod as she endured the wear and tear her body was undergoing. To my horror, Eve voluntarily kneeled in front of her, having a wanting look in her eyes, and quickly started opening the woman's pants, beginning with the zipper. She then undid the one button and pulled the pants down. The woman wore no underwear, and something dark moved down there, in the crotch area. Eve was expecting this and did not look surprised. I guess the woman had already told her what to expect and what to do with it.

As her intestines were still being invaded by the thing's snaking arm, she readily opened her mouth wide, looking up at the woman. Eve was expecting something, something big.

The woman now opened her own slit wide by standing as wide-legged as possible and pushed her crotch against my fiancée's open mouth. The connection of both mouth and slit was not perfect, allowing me to see something big and black, looking like a large, slimy tadpole, slithering into Eve's accommodating mouth.

The thick round head wiggled inside her with some effort at first, having trouble getting the large head into her mouth, but being a good girl, somehow Eve managed to let it in. Once the head passed Eve's narrow throat opening into her esophagus, the long tail automatically followed with swimming-like movements until the entire 30 cm (12 inch) of the slimy creature disappeared inside Eve, leaving a trail of foam-like bubbles and slime on Eve's smiling lips. She looked proud and satisfied, having swallowed that black parasite. I saw her neck expand as it slid downwards, like a tennis ball-sized round thing stretching her digestive canal, trying to reach its goal deep inside her.

As the black thing reached Eve's stomach, I could see in horror the enormous belly bulge she now had, as she was being filled from both entrances. The bulge was moving. It was like an undulating belly movement, which looked like a wave-like motion going through Eve up and down. She was in an endless orgasmic frenzy, having her eyes closed and her mouth open, which was continuously screaming her rapture cries, and her entire face was contorted, showing that she was trying to process the overload of her senses and the joy of her first fulfillment with Lilith. Her new life had started, and she was delighted to soon become a family member.

I screamed, and from the sheer mental overload, I lost my consciousness.

…

“Is he OK?” I heard from somewhere an unknown female voice ask.

“I don’t know. How long does it take for the EMT to arrive?” My fiancée's voice asked.

“About half an hour.” The woman answered.

I opened my eyes and saw Eve on her knees next to me, looking worriedly at me. The woman also looked at me, but something in her glance was not right. I just didn’t know what it was. But she didn’t look worried. Maybe she had been a nurse and knew no harm was done? My head hurt like hell, as if I had been hit by a baseball bat. Somebody had put a jacket under my head, and I noticed a blanket being put on me to keep me warm. Everything looked normal. I must have had some crazy illusion.

“What happened?” Eve asked the woman.

“Maybe he hit his head, or maybe he saw something scary and he freaked out?” The woman replied, grinning at me, but in such a way that Eve didn’t notice.

“You just wait inside, Eve,” the woman said. It is too cold for you here without a jacket. I will stay with him; don’t you worry. “I will take good care of him, but I don’t want to move him. He might have a head injury.”

“OK,” Eve replied. “Thanks, Lilith.”

How do they know each other’s names? I wondered.

Eve stood up and went inside the building.

“You know her name?” I asked her.

“I also know your name, Zeke. Eve told me all about you as we were busy in my office.”

I was not sure if I heard correctly; did she say busy? What a weird way to call a conversation “busy.”

“What do you mean by that?” I asked.

“Well, Zeke,” I heard Lilith say, “Let’s just say that Eve liked what I offered her. She is a fine, healthy young woman, ripe for breeding. But we need to make some changes inside her first. After that, we will take care of her multiplication for you. This was just an appetizer, what you saw tonight.”

“Now that I took care of your lovely fiancée, I can now take care of you too.”

“What do you mean?” I replied groggily, having a massive headache, barely able to comprehend what was being said.

“There is no ambulance coming here, but I need like half an hour with you.” Lilith said as she smiled at me.

“What?” I replied.

“Oh, you will see, my dear. We can change things inside you.”

“Who is we?” I asked, worried.

“Our nice, little family.” Lilith replied, “But for now, let me give you a little welcoming present.”

Having said that, Lilith stood up and sat on my chest, with her knees on both my arms, making it impossible to use them.

“What are you doing?" I yelled.

“Don’t you worry; it just hurts a little.” She grinned. “We call it Changer, but nobody really knows what it is.”

Right then, lying under her, I saw to my horror that her zipper was still open! She realized I saw it and that I now knew I hadn’t dreamed the horrible nightmare. I tried to wiggle away, but she was very strong, just like in vampire movies. I couldn’t move at all. I tried to scream, but she was already covering my mouth with her hand.

“Sssssshhh, my little baby, sssssshhhhh.” She whispered, “Here, let me feed you.”

As soon as I heard those words, I saw something move inside her pants, in the crotch area. Whatever it was, it was struggling to find the exit. Lilith now held my head with one hand, keeping it in place, and with her other hand, she pinched my nose closed, so I had to open my mouth to breathe.

Suddenly, something black appeared coming out of Lilith's slit and slithered through the zipper opening. I screamed, thinking I knew what was coming, but it looked different from what I saw with Eve. It fell out of Lilith onto my stomach area, and it started moving right away by using its flexible form and powerful muscles to bend in different ways, pushing against my body to slowly move forward towards my awaiting open mouth. It looked more like a large maggot. It had a soft body, a pointed head, and a blunt posterior end. It showed a mouth with hook-like fangs for feeding. It had no eyes and had some kind of breathing holes at its end.

Lilith strengthened her hold on me and held me by the chin, pulling it down to keep my mouth wide open. I still tried to somehow escape, but it was futile; she had the power of ten men. The bloated thing reached my lips, and I desperately tried to move my head away from it, but it was impossible; I was completely nailed down by Lilith's knees and hands.

“Open wide, my sweet little baby boy, open wide for your mommy.” She softly whispered to me, soothing me. “Be a good receiving boy; it juuuuust takes a minute.”

Her face was now very contorted, and it looked as if she were twisted, or asymmetrical, her mouth forming a "zigzag" grin and her eyes being unnaturally positioned, as if the entire face were unnervingly stretched.

She started softly singing a baby lullaby for me in a sweet voice, almost hypnotizing me.

“Hush, little baby, don’t say a word; Mama’s going to give you a little leech.

And if that is not enough, Mama’s going to get you a snake from the beach.

And if it is no obstacle, Mama’s going to find you a nice tentacle.

And if all that fails you, something dark will assail my little boo boo.”

Somehow her words affected me in a positive way, and I stopped struggling, as if hypnotized. The words were very scary, but I didn’t realize that. I just felt safe in her arms.

She saw the change and praised me, “Good boy!”

I smiled at her, somehow being happy that she was content with me. Voluntarily, I opened my mouth further, eager to receive my first Changer.

Just like singing the lullaby, Lilith now chanted words in a strange language I didn’t recognize. It sounded very ancient, as if it were from before mankind. As if she were telling it where her worm-like baby had to crawl to, guiding it.

To be continued.