The bright light struck Jason from above, pinning arms to his side. The man wriggled about, body comically twisting back and forth, feet kicking while the upper body shook itself back and forth. His body felt as if it had been glued in place, each finger carefully splayed apart and spread across his blue jean clad hips. His eyes wide open, red hair tickling his unmoving nose, and his teeth set into a faint smile – he’d been thinking about a cute blonde in his Intro to Humanities class, when the light hit.
Everything above the waist was caught exactly as it had been when the light struck, frozen in time like a class photo. Even below the waist, he felt sensations beginning to fade. His legs were still swinging back and forth, but rhythmically now. Up and down, up and down on a set tract, swinging his body back and forth like a pendulum. He heard laughter in his ear, and then the wet sound of flesh on flesh, a yelp of pain. Words – angry words he couldn’t understand, some sort of babbling phonetics that didn’t even sound like they’d fit in a human mouth. He understood the tone of anger, though, and the responding apology. His legs stopped swinging. They froze in place like the rest of him, and he continued his ascent above the trees, toward the silver disk above his head.
Jason’s eyes closed – no, were forced closed, eyelids shoved down against his will. He wasn’t able to see the ship he was dragged into. He could only hear it when the floor closed beneath his feet, metal clanging shut. He tried to move his fingertips, his lips, his eyelids. Everything was glued perfectly in place, even his toes glued to the floor and perfectly spaced apart. Only his chest moved, breath coming and going as his heart beat blood through his frozen body.
Something wet touched the red head’s body. Suction cups sealed themselves on thighs, as the moist limb began to curl around one leg, pulling it straight up into the air. His other thigh was slowly spread out, pulled painfully to its limit. The jeans split, his cock spilling out into the air, dangling freely. A smaller tendril wrapped around it, though, tiny little suction cups plastering themselves to his cold balls, pushing them inward toward the abdomen. The cold, dripping tip of those tentacles pushed against the head of his cock, making him want to squirm from sensitivity when the meat of his sausage was slowly pushed into the skin, the tip of that limb actually entering inside him. He could still feel his penis, though. Compressed, screaming out, but there inside him. Growing warmer as the tentacles began to massage, and tug the skin.
Another tentacle slid around Jason’s waist. It tightened, slowly, drawing his waist inward and lifting him casually into the air. He heard the sound of two bickering voices, and then he was placed softly down, this time on his back. One leg was still pointing straight into the air, the other pulled to his side. He listened to the “rrrrrip” of his jeans being torn in half, shoes and socks being plucked from his feet so that the torn denim could be tugged away.
His shirt was removed next. Just a plain white tee, but without it his ass and back were both being pressed into a cold metal table. Utterly exposed, with no protection from the tentacles attaching themselves to his nipples. They started to tug at his chest, tiny pastie like suckers clasping themselves to his nipples and pulling. A hiss of air slid from between poor Jason’s teeth, tongue unable to form a scream. Slowly, though, the pain disappeared; the pressure was relieved, flesh tenting out and filled by fat.
There was a sound of burbling laughter in his ear, and two more tentacles began to slowly massage against his hips, pinching the skin at his hips. They squeezed, the tendrils seeming to push past skin to sink into bone itself, and tug again, stretching his hips. Another slapped against his rear end, the suckers connecting just long enough for a brief pull, and then popping free. Another slap, each leaving him wet with their fluid. Was their fluid what was changing him? Some sort of technology aboard their ship? He only knew that it was changing him, expanding his hips and ass, pushing in his dick and pulling breasts from his flat chest. Painfully reshaping him.
They gripped his mouth, squeezing his cheeks so that his lips would pull into a soft “O” - perfect for a tentacle to slowly slither its way inside. It was slippery and wet, but tasted surprisingly sweet. Like peaches and wine, though it smelled vaguely like fish. It pushed itself inside of him, bulging out his neck neck. It pulled from inside, dragging in his adam’s apple. It began to pump into his belly, filling him with warmth as he involuntarily started to suck on the thing inside his mouth. It pushed into his belly, peach wine filling him with warmth.
The pain left his body. He felt his chest swell wider, his hips push out another few centimeters. He couldn’t move his bottom, but he still felt it lifted up as his naked rear was lifted by its new cushiony flesh. He wanted to squirm on it, push against it, maybe wrap his hands around his tiny waist or his growing breasts – his limbs were tingling, now. He could only imagine the hair was falling off of them. His hands were probably shrinking, his muscles disappearing. His thighs were growing fatter, though, he could feel that much – they had to be strong, to support his hips and ass. To support… whatever his captors might do to him…
His captors whispered something in his ear. He understood: Good girl. Good girl…. That was him. Her? The good girl. The girl with the burning between her thighs, as her cock finally melded with her flesh. Nothing but a cute little button, on her perfect vagina.
She was a good girl… being pumped by her good masters. Their tentacles pushing into her new hole, shoving inside., Stretching…. Making her scream.
Eventually, though, she would be released. Dropped down in another beam of light, her body frozen – her belly swollen with what sweet liquid. Ready to begin her new life!