Grown home

by Ziel   

Elliot awakens to find himself trapped in a strange place with a decidedly alien entity that has need of some samples from Earth. But... Elliot is just one guy, and the alien seems to need A Lot from him.

Elliot groaned as he slowly began to wake up. He had no memory of how he had gotten here, nor did he know where here was. As his eyes fluttered open, he began to take stock of his surroundings. The entire place looked like a cave, but instead of stone walls, the round corridors were coated in a soft, slick-looking reddish substance. At first, Elliot assumed it was a rubber coating, but as his vision started to clear, he realized that the walls were pulsing and shuddering, giving the entire place the appearance of being alive.

Elliot was still groggy and sluggish, but despite his drugged state, his fight-or-flight response was starting to kick in. He struggled to move, but he quickly realized that both his wrists and ankles were bound by tendrils made of the same substance that seemed to coat the walls and floor of the cavern. To make matters worse, Elliot soon realized that he had been stripped of any and all belongings, even his clothes. He was as naked as the day he was born.

As Elliot struggled against his restraints, another tendril lowered from the ceiling. A large, bulbous sphere protruded from the end of the stalk. The slit formed in the spherical appendage. The outer layer peeled back to reveal a large, yellow eyeball, which stared directly at Elliot.

Elliot struggled harder against his bonds, but it was no use. He wasn’t strong enough to wrest himself free from the restraints.

For better or for worse, the eye didn’t seem bothered by Elliot’s thrashing. It hovered there patiently as it waited for him to tire himself out. Eventually, when Elliot’s attempts at escape began to wane, a strange hissing, screeching sound emitted from the eyestalk. Elliot had never heard anything like it before. The sound seemed to pierce straight into his subconscious.

Despite having never heard this language before, he seemed to understand the meaning. It was as if some dormant part of his brain had snapped awake and was translating the sounds in real time.

“You are awake,” the entity said.

Elliot didn’t respond. Not only did he not know what to say, but his body was now feeling even heavier than before, now that his flailing had subsided. Had he tired himself out? Was he being sedated? Elliot didn’t know.

“Planet designation: S-883. Primary sentient species designation: Human. Samples required,” the stalk screeched.

Elliot had no idea what this meant, but he doubted he’d enjoy it. He wanted to thrash and struggle once more, but his body felt too heavy and sluggish to react. All he could do was hang there suspended by the tendrils that bound his arms and legs as a cloud of purple mist spewed forth from the eyestalk.

Something was strange—even stranger than the surreal environment that he found himself in. His head felt fuzzy. His body felt warm. He felt almost giddy. Had he been drugged? Elliot wasn’t sure, but his skin felt so sensitive to the touch that even the wriggling tendrils that clasped his ankles and wrists felt like sensual caresses.

Elliot could feel his dick stiffening. Part of him was disgusted by his body’s reaction. This was not the time to get turned on! He needed to think of a way to escape! … but it felt so good…

It quickly grew harder and harder to focus. His fear began to fade, and in its place, a sense of sedated serenity seeped in. Some part in the back of his mind was screaming at him to run, but his body had no interest in complying.

Another pair of tendrils slithered forth from the nearby walls. These tendrils were similar to the eye stalk that Elliot had just seen, but they were much thinner and instead of a spherical orb at the end of the stalk, they had small, cup-like protrusions. These suction-cup-like tips clamped down on his exposed nipples.

The sensation was so intense that Elliot’s entire body tensed up despite the intense sedation. His muscles flexed. His now rigid cock bucked and lurched. It felt so good! How did it feel so good!? He was a guy! His nipples shouldn’t feel like that!

The eyestalk dropped down once more. It seemed to be scanning him. Elliot couldn’t be sure, but he could swear he felt it behind his eyes poking around in his brain.

“Guy… colloquial… male… girl… colloquial… female… understood…” the stalk replied in that grating, rasping screech that it had.

There was a clicking sound much like the sound an old tape deck made when it had reached the end of the cassette. Elliot could literally hear the gears turning in the head of whatever entity had him restrained.

“Subject… male… subject required… male… subject required … female… adjusting parameters…” the stalk announced.

Elliot could hear the words, but his mind was so clouded he could only really process bits and pieces. Did this mean that they needed someone else? Not just a male subject but a female one as well?

Somehow, his fear for someone else was enough to overpower the lethargy that gripped his body. He started to stir. He struggled to pull free from the two tendrils, which now clamped down on his oversensitive nipples.

No! he thought. No one else!

The stalk froze. The clicking sound resumed. Elliot could once more hear the entity thinking and recalculating.

“Understood…” the stalk replied. “Subject required… male… subject required… female… subject required… male and female…”

Elliot had no idea what this meant, but before he could muster the energy for another attempt at escaping, he felt the tendrils around his arms wrap tighter. He winced in pain as barbs shot out from the tendril and dug into his wrist. He could feel the heat entering his body through his wrists. It was pumping something into him. Something warm. Something… soothing. Something… intoxicating.

Elliot’s mind grew even fuzzier. He tried his best to keep his focus, but his body felt even more sensitive than before. His dick grew even harder. It didn’t seem possible. He was already harder than he had ever been in his life, but his cock somehow felt like it was still swelling and stiffening. Even his nipples, which had never been terribly sensitive, felt like they were stiffening within the fleshy suction cups at the end of the tendrils.

Elliot couldn’t tell for sure what was happening. His body felt heavier somehow. At first, he assumed it was the sedative soaking into his muscles, but that didn’t feel like it. It wasn’t his muscles that felt heavy, it was his body. Every inch of him felt heavy, but his chest felt particularly massive.

Elliot glanced down and marveled at what he saw.

His chest was swelling! His formerly lean, toned pecs had softened and swelled. He now was sporting a set of small breasts. What happened? Was this a result of whatever the tendrils had just injected him with?

Elliot’s muscles tensed once more as bliss wracked his entire body. His tits felt fantastic! The small suction cups attached to his nipples were suckling his newly formed teats. It almost felt like he was cumming from his chest!

“Obtaining materials… female…” the eye stalk chattered. “materials needed… male…”

Elliot had no idea what this meant, but he doubted he wanted to find out. The voice in the back of his mind once more shouted at him to flee, but he felt too good and giddy to react. All he could do was dangle there as bask in the blissful sensations that coursed through his body and pulsed through his chest.

Another tendril appeared. This one slithered towards the tip of Elliot’s pre-drooling rod. Elliot was neither the biggest nor smallest guy below the belt. He was painfully average, but this wasn’t the time to lament any shortcomings. He could barely even comprehend what he was seeing and feeling. He could only groggily watch as the tip of the tendril tickled the puffy head of his fully boned cock.

Was it going to milk him from there too? But it didn’t have a suction cup on this tendril? So, what did it have in mind?

As if in answer to Elliot’s question, the tendril pushed against the dribbling slit of his rigid cock and slowly slithered deeper and deeper into his cock.

Elliot let out a loud, low moan. Every muscle in his body tensed. His cock bucked and lurched. It felt fantastic! How did it feel so good!? The tendril was so huge that it felt like it should split his dick open, but it didn’t hurt at all! It was almost as if the tendril was somehow massaging every millimeter of exposed inner lining of his oversensitive cock!

“Obtaining materials… male… obtaining materials female… output insufficient… more subjects required…” the stalk chattered.

Elliot tensed up once more, but this time it wasn’t a result of his body being wracked with orgasmic bliss. Once more, some part in his mind was yelling at him to resist. He couldn’t let anyone else get caught up in this. He had to do something!

The clicking sound returned. The eyestalk hovered in front of him as it thought over this new information.

“Additional materials required… male… Additional materials required… female… Additional subjects required…” the stalk chattered, but the clicking sound grew louder. Suddenly, the eye at the end of the stalk shuddered. For a brief moment, the eye seemed to lose focus and then readjust. It almost looked like it forgot what it was just saying and rapidly snapped back to attention.

“Incorrect… Current subject only… Additional materials required… Adjusting parameters…” the stalk chattered.

Elliot had no idea what this meant, but before he could even muster the energy to formulate a question, he felt the searing pain in his wrists once more. He was being pumped full of something. He was being pumped full of a lot of something. Pleasure and pain wracked his body in equal measure, but soon the searing pain in his wrists began to fade.

His body had felt heavy before, but now it felt like lead. His newly formed tits weighed heavily on his chest, but perhaps more shocking was the growing weight between his thighs. He could feel something impossibly heavy dangling from his groin.

Elliot lazily stared down. His eyes fell upon his swelling chest. Either one of his tits was the size of a basketball and visibly swelling before his eyes! As astounding as this view was, it was what was below that really got his attention!

Elliot could see his dick sticking out past his shelf of fat tits. That didn’t seem possible. It should only stick out maybe five inches, and his rack jutted out far further than that! To make matters worse, his cock looked impossibly fat. It was thicker than his forearm by a good margin! It looked almost as huge as his thighs! But perhaps even more shocking was what he felt and saw even further down. Elliot wasn’t sure if it was just a coincidence or if the fleshy shackles and pumps that held him moved to accommodate his gaze, but as he looked down, the pumps shifted, pulling aside his pair of massive breasts and giving him a clear line of site to his crotch and the bits and bobs that hung below. Elliot’s nuts were massive. Either enormous orb now dangled down to his knees. Both enlarged testes were the size of watermelons and visibly swelling before his eyes.

His tits… his cock… his nuts… they all were so blissfully swollen. They were so amazingly heavy. They were filled to the brim with fluids that the stalk seemed so keen on siphoning, and Elliot was more than happy to let it drink its fill.

Elliot chuckled drunkenly as he stared down at his swelling body. This was absurd. This was obscene. This was insane! He should be freaked out. He should be terrified. He should be trying to escape! But even as the rational part of his brain raged against his body, his mind continued to be overpowered by the blissful sensations that coursed through him.

It made sense in some strange way. Elliot sensed no malice from this entity, only curiosity and necessity. It did not mean him harm, and in fact… in some strange way… it had struck a deal with Elliot. Elliot had insisted no one else be abducted. Elliot insisted that only he should be the milked like this. The stalk had considered, and the stalk had acquiesced.

How much materials did it need? How many people would it have required had Elliot not offered his body up? Two? Four? Twenty? He couldn’t tell. Already his cock and tits were massively swollen. His tits were the size of prize pumpkins. His enormous jugs hung so heavily off his chest that had they not been propped up by the wriggling tendrils that suckled at his teats, the sheer weight of it would have hurt his back. The wriggling tendrils which now gripped his huge, soft tits felt so fantastic that it spurred his cock on to cum even harder.

His cock was spurting like a firehose. His enormous, rigid cock was now as wide as his hips. The enormous shaft was so long that it somehow extended past even his colossal rack. The tendrils tried their best to suck up as much spooge as they could, but there was just so much of it. Each spray from his massive cock sent splashed of jizz against the walls. Cum pooled on the floor far below where he was suspended from the wall.

Elliot could feel something strange. His nuts were incredibly heavy, but they no longer weighed down on his crotch as intensely as they had before. His tits had grown so much that even though the tendrils had his jugs held apart, they filled up every inch of space in between. Elliot couldn’t see past his tits to get a look at his crotch and the nuts that dangled beneath, but he could feel the ground pressing against the underside of his fat nuts.

Elliot was in an orgasmic stupor, but even so, his brain skipped a beat as he tried to process what he felt. He was suspended from the wall. He was a few feet off the ground! And yet, his nuts hung past his feet to rest solidly on the floor below. Just how huge were they!?

Elliot could not see, but he could feel. His nuts were now massive, sloshing reservoirs of jizz. Either enormous stone was now a boulder. His nuts were now so massive that they dwarfed even the largest bean bag chair sofas. The combined size of his two testes within their sack rivaled that of a sedan.

Elliot’s brain drifted in and out. He hovered between consciousness and blissful stupor as he watched his body continue to swell. He felt so good. Every inch of him felt so sensitive to the touch. His skin was warm and tingly. His tits were huge and swollen. His cock was as rigid as ever and somehow still getting harder and huger.

Another intense wave of orgasmic bliss wracked his body. His colossal cock gave a huge lurch of delight. He could literally feel his endowments surging in size. How big was he? How big would he get? How big did he need to be? How big was too much?

Elliot tried to focus. He tried to latch on to a single coherent thought. He wanted to know how much bigger he would get!

But all that escaped his mouth was a single, guttural, “… bigger…”

Elliot tried once more to speak, but once more, all he managed to do was moan, “… bigger…”

The tendrils froze. The stalk once more leaned in close to his face. Elliot once more heard the clicking sound as whatever sentience this stalk possessed buffered and processed his request.

“Understood… adjusting parameters…” the stalk chattered.

Elliot tried to protest. He tried to say or do something to stop the tendrils from carrying out their new orders, but his body felt so huge and heavy and fantastic, and his brain was so giddy and groggy. All he could do was chuckle in a drunken stupor as he felt the searing heat pulse through his wrists once more.

It didn’t even hurt this time. If anything, the heat felt soothing. A serene warmth washed over him. Was he too far gone to feel pain? Or perhaps… perhaps he was too addicted to care. Even though the sane part of his brain was pleading for him to stop, his body craved more.

“… bigger…” Elliot moaned as he felt his body surge with size once more.

Elliot moaned and writhed in ecstasy as his massive, tanker-sized tits surged and size and sprayed milk. His body tensed. His muscles flexed. His enormous, fuselage-sized schlong bucked and lurched. His colossal reservoirs of spunk tensed up beneath him.

Elliot couldn’t fathom how huge he had become. He had outgrown the confines of the fleshy caverns a while ago. He was only vaguely aware that he had been ejected onto the cool, damp earth sometime before. Above him loomed the alien vessel which was now swollen and sloshing with his milk and cum.

“Quota… exceeded… Capacity… exceeded…” the stalk clicked.

The tendrils released Elliot’s swelling body. Even without the alien appendages actively milking his cock and tits, his nips and dick continued to spurt and spray. The field around him was quickly flooded with cream from his cock and jugs.

Elliot watched in stupefied awe as the alien entity, now so swollen with his fluids that it jiggled like a water balloon, rose into the sky, and wobbled awkwardly into the stratosphere.

So that was it. He was left here. He was back home safe and sound, but he was too huge to move and too horny to think. His massive, passenger-jet-sized cock was still spurting cum like a burst fire hydrant. His enormous, water-tower-sized tits continued to gush milk like faucets. His colossal, swollen, department store-sized sack continued to churn out more cum.

Elliot was a tiny body trapped between hundreds of feet and thousands of pounds of erogenous flesh. He knew he should be horrified, but the constant sense of climax and the overpowered sensations of billions of nerve endings all in the throes of orgasm kept him in a giddy, stupefied state.

Some part of him knew he was trapped here. He couldn’t move with all this mass. All he could do was writhe and cum and moan and climax. He would need food. He would need a drink, but even as some part in the back of his head that remained lucid argued with the rest of him, he couldn’t work up the energy or focus to care. He just wanted to cum and spurt and swell…

Off in the distance, he could hear the telltale sound of helicopter blades. He could see the massive search light shining down on him. Were these the police? News reporters? Men in Black? He didn’t know nor did he care. He was just happy for an audience.

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