Chapter 3: Extraction
"Have you noticed," Emma berated the sleeping Jul'ia, "that people have started to disappear?"
"Yeah, yeah!" Jul'ia flicked her hand in a "Piss off, I'm busy" motion. "It's probably experimentation or something. They run tests to find out if we are increasing in fertility or something. Ignore it, they wouldn't know which hole to stick the tester in."
"Suppose they're not as stupid as you think," Emma snapped.
"They are."
"Suppose they aren't; what's going to happen then, smart-ass?"
"Well, they could do one of three things. They could start from scratch when it comes to testing for fertility, and the Vecarn are very stubborn, so we won't be giving birth to rhinos just yet. They could dump the whole lot of us as a conveniently large amount of mutated meteorite on Earth, leaving us to be obliterated by humanity or obliterate humanity. Finally, they will simply feel that we're not getting fat enough and feed us more."
"How much more do they want to feed us?!" shrieked Emma. "Look at me!"
Emma was bigger than she ever thought possible. She had, at first, begun a vigilant anti-fat campaign of jogging, exercise and avoiding to eat anything more, but gave up; the fat didn't want to move and was clinging to her like an overly affectionate limpit. Her belly now hung down over her underwear, which was a relief to having it push her poor panties down so far. Her hips were now five feet wide, technically making her spherical; while her butt made her "poor panties" ride up like a g-string and were so cushiony that Emma had completely forgotten about where to sit, and as a result had bruises and scratches all over. Her breasts were enormous, globular masses which seemed not to be part of her, but to be connected to her using glue, and they were heavy.
"Milk," Jul'ia had said, "human milk, luckily, most alien milks, Vecarn's for example, are seriously toxic and create lethargy in the drinker or bearer."
Emma's face had lost its cheekbones, making it puffy and dimpled; she also was getting her third chin, which she was secretly proud of. She was no judge of weight, but her rough guess was that she was about 500 pounds at least. She also, and she was secretly scared about this, was finding herself getting wet more frequently. She had told Jul'ia about this.
"Yeah, something like that's happening to me as well; as I'm getting fatter, I'm getting hornier."
Jul'ia had to be the same size as Emma, give or take a few pounds. Something else that Emma had noticed was that the tendrils on her head were looking fuller, and were moving.
"It's a Me'duza trait, they're limbs like an arm or a leg."
"I said, it will be alright!" Jul'ia's voice snapped Emma back to reality from reminiscing about weight and past conversations. "Come on, Vecarn are the only aliens out there. Many races throughout the galaxy have managed to bring down Vecarn space ships, but I can't for the life of me remember. Anyway, Galatpol will be out in force. Vecarn are notorious pirates, and will probably storm this place. If Galatpol don't come, then human military will, and I'm sure your Marine boyfriend, Craig, will come to carry his princess up in his arms back home."
"Yes, Craig will," Emma said dreamily, remembering her super-fit, super-sexy, super-charming, super-rich, super-brave, super-blonde super-boyfriend. He was like a dream come true - brave, gallant, charming, sexy, well-endowed and loaded! She provided the brains of the couple, while he provided everything else. He would come, kill all the Vecarn, and whisk her away back to his house to have sex with her then and there.
"Sorry to burst your bubble," said Jul'ia, "but maybe, just maybe, you should find yourself a different boyfriend."
"What?!"
"Humans can be very odd, sometimes. They sometimes believe a person they love has changed because they have a different look. I have seen men break up with women for gaining a few pounds. You might want to have a reserve boyfriend, to save yourself the emotional baggage."
Emma looked away, furious that Jul'ia could ever say that. But she knew that Jul'ia was right; Craig had always dated the creme-de la-creme of girls, and he probably wouldn't touch a girl like her. She suddenly began to notice all the bad stuff about Craig, his bleached hair, his fake tan, his forgetfulness of important days, his inability to keep up with her in an intelligent conversation, his surgically enhanced penis. Suddenly her super-boyfriend seemed superficial.
"Have you noticed," Emma berated the sleeping Jul'ia, "that people have started to disappear?"
"Yeah, yeah!" Jul'ia flicked her hand in a "Piss off, I'm busy" motion. "It's probably experimentation or something. They run tests to find out if we are increasing in fertility or something. Ignore it, they wouldn't know which hole to stick the tester in."
"Suppose they're not as stupid as you think," Emma snapped.
"They are."
"Suppose they aren't; what's going to happen then, smart-ass?"
"Well, they could do one of three things. They could start from scratch when it comes to testing for fertility, and the Vecarn are very stubborn, so we won't be giving birth to rhinos just yet. They could dump the whole lot of us as a conveniently large amount of mutated meteorite on Earth, leaving us to be obliterated by humanity or obliterate humanity. Finally, they will simply feel that we're not getting fat enough and feed us more."
"How much more do they want to feed us?!" shrieked Emma. "Look at me!"
Emma was bigger than she ever thought possible. She had, at first, begun a vigilant anti-fat campaign of jogging, exercise and avoiding to eat anything more, but gave up; the fat didn't want to move and was clinging to her like an overly affectionate limpit. Her belly now hung down over her underwear, which was a relief to having it push her poor panties down so far. Her hips were now five feet wide, technically making her spherical; while her butt made her "poor panties" ride up like a g-string and were so cushiony that Emma had completely forgotten about where to sit, and as a result had bruises and scratches all over. Her breasts were enormous, globular masses which seemed not to be part of her, but to be connected to her using glue, and they were heavy.
"Milk," Jul'ia had said, "human milk, luckily, most alien milks, Vecarn's for example, are seriously toxic and create lethargy in the drinker or bearer."
Emma's face had lost its cheekbones, making it puffy and dimpled; she also was getting her third chin, which she was secretly proud of. She was no judge of weight, but her rough guess was that she was about 500 pounds at least. She also, and she was secretly scared about this, was finding herself getting wet more frequently. She had told Jul'ia about this.
"Yeah, something like that's happening to me as well; as I'm getting fatter, I'm getting hornier."
Jul'ia had to be the same size as Emma, give or take a few pounds. Something else that Emma had noticed was that the tendrils on her head were looking fuller, and were moving.
"It's a Me'duza trait, they're limbs like an arm or a leg."
"I said, it will be alright!" Jul'ia's voice snapped Emma back to reality from reminiscing about weight and past conversations. "Come on, Vecarn are the only aliens out there. Many races throughout the galaxy have managed to bring down Vecarn space ships, but I can't for the life of me remember. Anyway, Galatpol will be out in force. Vecarn are notorious pirates, and will probably storm this place. If Galatpol don't come, then human military will, and I'm sure your Marine boyfriend, Craig, will come to carry his princess up in his arms back home."
"Yes, Craig will," Emma said dreamily, remembering her super-fit, super-sexy, super-charming, super-rich, super-brave, super-blonde super-boyfriend. He was like a dream come true - brave, gallant, charming, sexy, well-endowed and loaded! She provided the brains of the couple, while he provided everything else. He would come, kill all the Vecarn, and whisk her away back to his house to have sex with her then and there.
"Sorry to burst your bubble," said Jul'ia, "but maybe, just maybe, you should find yourself a different boyfriend."
"What?!"
"Humans can be very odd, sometimes. They sometimes believe a person they love has changed because they have a different look. I have seen men break up with women for gaining a few pounds. You might want to have a reserve boyfriend, to save yourself the emotional baggage."
Emma looked away, furious that Jul'ia could ever say that. But she knew that Jul'ia was right; Craig had always dated the creme-de la-creme of girls, and he probably wouldn't touch a girl like her. She suddenly began to notice all the bad stuff about Craig, his bleached hair, his fake tan, his forgetfulness of important days, his inability to keep up with her in an intelligent conversation, his surgically enhanced penis. Suddenly her super-boyfriend seemed superficial.
please keep it a comin. 
