Close encounter

      When Riko opens his eyes, an unfamiliar darkness greets him. He feels unnaturally groggy, like he’s had too much to drink. The air feels chilly and there’s something cold underneath him. When he shifts he realizes with horror that he’s naked and his limbs are bound, making him unable to move around much. To make things worse, his legs are spread open by what feels like stirrups and his mouth is gagged, making him drool.       ‘How did I get here?’ Riko asks himself.       Last thing he remembers is celebrating Christmas with Renee at their new house. They were about to have dinner they had been preparing for half a day earlier for all the guests that would arrive. He walked out onto the front porch for a bit to catch his breath, and that’s when he saw something strange in the sky. It was covered in lights and flew in a strange way, zig-zag like — classic UFO. Riko rubbed his eyes at this moment because maybe he was more tired than he had thought.       The shape seemed to get closer to him, then a blinding light stabbed his eyes, and after that — nothing.       Riko searches his brain for anything that might help him remember anything more, but his mind comes out blank.       Has he been abducted by aliens? The idea seems ridiculous, but it’s his only one currently.       Riko stiffens as something touches the blindfold and lifts it. Harsh lights greet him, and he squints his eyes to look at his surroundings, searching for the person that is here with him. When his eyes finally adjust, he notices someone.       Standing next to him is Renee, in a green sweater Riko gifted to her for birthday. Her rainbow hair is framing her oval face, the colors vibrant against her pale skin, and the freckles on her nose give her a more youthful look, almost carefree.       ‘But it’s not Renee,’ Riko’s mind says strongly. Whoever it is looks like her, they even behave like her, but there’s some eerie feeling to it — the mimicry seems too perfect at times. The sweet smile that Renee usually graces him with looks the same as usual at first glance, though now it’s basically plastered to the stranger’s face.       Riko squirms under their intense gaze, wholly unsettled by the situation. His eyes search for an escape route, but in his current predicament it’s a quite hopeless endeavor.       Before he can thoroughly scan the room he’s in, the blindfold covers his eyes again, blocking all the light. Riko’s breath stutters in his chest from fear of what’s to come.       He strains as something enters him, his hole clenching to stop the intrusion. Yet, it’s pressing in relentlessly, then it pops in and stays in place. It doesn’t hurt per se — Riko has a lot of experience with bottoming — but being stretched around something is unwelcome now.       Something beeps, and then fluid starts flowing into him. Riko trashes in his bonds, trying to dislodge the nozzle, but it sits firmly between his asscheeks. After a few minutes that seem like eternity, he thinks there’s no room left in his body for more fluid, yet the stranger that is doing this to him doesn’t stop.       When the first cramp hits him, Riko groans in misery and tries to curl up, forgetting for a second that it’s impossible in his current predicament. As his stomach is being filled more and more, the cramps only get worse. He feels close to bursting, and he fears what will happen if the flow goes on.       Fortunately for him, the fluid stops at that moment, and Riko nearly cries in relief. That’s not when the torture ends, though, because the nozzle is still in his hole, stopping stopping everything from leaking out. He spends the next few minutes lying in absolute misery, begging with the creature for mercy, the words muffled by the gag.       His pleas fall on deaf ears, though. Riko feels something cool rubbing on his skin right next to his left nipple, and the strong smell of antiseptic hits his nose. Riko coughs, his eyes watering. A needle pricks his skin and something is injected into his chest. Surprisingly, it doesn’t hurt at all. The substance feels cold at first but then it gets warmer, just on the verge of being too hot.       When antiseptic is being applied on his right side, Riko pulls at the straps holding him in place, trying to escape, but he stops immediately when it upsets his bloated stomach. He lies panting, his thoughts spiraling about what’s being done to him.       When the creature is done with his chest, the attention is shifted back to Riko’s hole. Finally, the thick nozzle is taken out gently, and all the fluid rushes out. It feels disgusting, and Riko just wants to die. He’s never felt so humiliated in his life, ever – even when his brother made him kneel and plead for his life after the fateful match with the Foxes.       When Riko’s stomach is empty again, he sighs in relief. It’s short-lived though, because a lubed finger enters him. Riko hisses, not because it hurts but because it feels violating. The finger explores his insides, moving around and touching his aching walls.       Soon, it finds his prostate, and Riko sees stars. The finger massages the spot insistently, every stroke bringing nearly overwhelming pleasure. Riko gets close to cummimg and balances on the edge, his neglected cock leaking precum. Another finger gets added, making Riko groan at the stretch, though his dick doesn’t get the memo that he doesn’t want any of this happening to him.       It takes him minutes of having his prostate milked to finally come, the release so intense that Riko nearly blacks out. The fingers continue stroking his spot, getting every last drop into the strange apparatus around his cock. It soon becomes too much, and Riko whimpers at the oversensitivity.       The stimulation stops, but he learned his lesson about celebrating too soon. His body is spent, all muscles feeling like lead, his eyes barely open. His worries are confirmed, though, when just a moment later something presses into him, its surface slimy yet surprisingly soft.       ‘Please, no more,’ Riko wants to say, but the gag is still there, blocking his mouth.       There’s the clicking sound again, the creature saying something incomprehensible to him while the intrusion stretches him more than the fingers or the nozzle did, and his skin breaks out in a cold sweat. The thing wiggles inside him, which is overwhelming for his insides that have taken so much today.       ‘Is it a tentacle?’ Riko thinks hysterically.       The thing stills its prodding, settling inside of him. Riko lets out a sigh and tries to loosen up, so that the intrusion will feel less horrible.       Something caresses his thigh and he nearly jumps out of his skin at the touch. It’s easy to forget that he’s not alone here when his mind is occupied with a task of staying somewhat sane in this situation.       Surprisingly, the creature’s skin feels like a human one, which Riko finds disturbing. If he tried, he could imagine that it’s Renee touching him lovingly while they are falling asleep together.       The creature says something again, which sounds like it’s cooing, which makes Riko’s hair stand on end. The tentacle inside of him thickens, bringing his rim to its limits. Riko shouts at the painful stretch, his tears soaking into the blindfold.       Just when he thinks he’ll tear, the intrusion goes back to its previous size, but Riko can feel that something huge is inside of him now, having passed his rim. It presses against his prostate, sending sparks towards his groin. To Riko’s surprise, his dick hardens again, the session of milking clearly not enough to exhaust him completely. He holds his breath as another thing stretches him again and then nestles next to the previous one, the sensation as unpleasant as before.       ‘Is the creature laying eggs?!’ Riko thinks frantically, trashing in his bonds again. The straps hold him in place, though, and he only manages to tire himself out more. He shivers as the cool air caresses his skin, raising goose bumps on its surface.       More tears fall when the third egg presses into him, pushing the first and second egg even further inside and rubbing against his prostate, but Riko is too tired to even cry. He feels unnaturally bloated now, both in his stomach and in his chest, but he has no way of knowing what’s happening to his body.       He isn’t sure if he wants to know, though.       The tentacle inside him retracts, and the creature clicks again, sounding happy. Riko’s hole is left gaping, and he can feel the air gently flowing there.       There’s a warm touch on his cheek, which makes Riko shy away from it. The creature is insistent, though, and they grab his chin to immobilize his head. The blindfold is untied, and Riko squints at the harsh lights greeting him. When his eyes adjust to the brightness, he sees the creature, still looking like Renee, silently observing him with their creepy smile plastered on their face.       As Riko looks down on his body, he wishes the blindfold had stayed on. The sight of his huge stomach will probably haunt him forever, the skin stretched that it looks like it might rip any second. It looks just as painful as it feels, the shape of the three eggs is clearly visible, and he feels dizzy just from looking at it.       His previously flat chest has changed, too, now looking like he has a pair of breasts. He blinks just to make sure he’s not seeing things, and when the image doesn’t change, he starts to cry in earnest.       The creature clicks and comes closer to Riko, making his breath shudder. They start petting his hair to soothe him. He leans into the touch because he’s desperate for any comfort he can get in this horrible situation.       The touch disappears after a while, and Riko whines at the loss, to his shame. There’s a clatter as the creature moves various apparatus around, then they reappear at his side with some cylinders in their hands. Riko makes a questioning noise as they are put on his chest. He cries out when his newly-formed breasts are sucked into the cylinders, the sensation painful on his sensitive tissue. The machine starts milking him, and to Riko’s astonishment something comes out, the milk being immediately sucked into the tubes leading to god-knows-where.       The creature clicks happily, their rainbow hair almost shimmering in the bright light, and gets back to petting Riko, brushing his sweaty hair back.       Meanwhile Riko is too frightened to fully comprehend what is happening to him. The suction feels terrible, his chest still being sore from whatever the creature injected into him earlier. The fact that he’s lactating apparently is too much for his brain right now.       A hand pushing down on his stomach jerks Riko out of his thoughts. The pressure makes the eggs shift inside of him, and he gags at the sensation. The creature goes to stand between his spread legs, nearly skipping their steps. They look expectantly at his hole, and Riko blushes at the attention. It’s funny that after all that has happened he still has some modesty left to do that.       The hand presses down on his stomach again, this time more insistent, and it makes the eggs move towards his hole. The milking machine is still pulling at his chest, but it fades away into the background in the face of being stretched open yet again. Riko cries as the egg crowns at his rim, the pain and humiliation overwhelming him completely.       The creature croons and squeezes his stomach insistently, as if urging him to push. Not having any better options at the moment, Riko closes his eyes and does just that with a cry. When he stops to catch his breath, feeling exhausted, the egg slips back in, all his previous efforts in vain.       Tears of frustration fall down his cheeks, and the creature caresses his thigh at that. They press down on the eggs again, signaling that they expect him to try all over again.       Riko pushes with all his might, wanting to be rid of the eggs. Preferably, he’d want to get home, but his reality is quite different now. The egg stretches him out again and presses against his prostate, sending pleasurable shivers down Riko’s spine. When the widest point passes through his rim, he cums dry, shuddering uncontrolably through it, and his consciousness slips away for a bit. When he wakes up, the egg is held gently by the creature, its size resembling a melon.       ‘This was inside me?’ Riko thinks and shivers when he realizes that there are two more eggs waiting.       The creature clicks and smiles at him, their eyes glinting. They nearly resemble Renee when she gets up to something mischievous.       The milking machine at his chest is turned off, his sore chest finally free from the torture. Riko shudders when the cold air hits his nipples when the cylinders are taken off of him. His moment of rest doesn’t last long because the creature comes back with a new torture device that they proudly show to him. Riko shakes his head fervently and sobs when his nipples are squeezed by metal clamps, the creature ignoring his protests.       Soon after, he’s made to push again, his muffled cries only met with gentle touches here and there. When he comes dry during the whole process, he blacks out completely, the darkness granting him mercy from the predicament.       Riko wakes up to someone shaking him carefully.       “Darling?” a quiet voice asks, and Riko’s heart sings because it’s his Renee.       The woman smiles when he opens his eyes, and he savors the moment.       “You fell asleep on the porch.” She chuckles. “Come inside, it’s cold out here.”       Riko rubs his eyes, which feel unusually dry. Then the memories hit him and he stands up quickly from the wooden chair he’s been sitting on. He touches his chest and takes a mental note of his body, checking if anything feels strange.       But everything seems fine, and Riko breathes out in relief. Renee quietly observes his small breakdown, worry in her eyes.       “Are you okay?” she asks him.       “Yeah,” says Riko, wondering if maybe he drank something accidently earlier. “Just a weird dream, is all.”