Fanfiction Fridays: ALIENS Xenojelly Part 1 (Patreon)

I won't lie about your chances, my pretties, but...you have my sympathies...

This month I'm re-releasing my first big swing at tie-in fiction set in the ALIEN universe. Xenojelly is still one piece of writing I'm absurdly proud of, and I'm glad I get to release it on here for a new audience to enjoy, and a returning audience to experience again (trust me, you're gonna wanna).

This story contains the following kinks: slime inflation, belly inflation, weight gain, mild hypnosis, and monster fucking.

Here's a spicy little sample for y'all~

Then, as you look up, you see something move.

At the far end of the upper tier of this room, you see a panel of frosted glass windows. They’re dimly illuminated, but you could’ve sworn you saw a shadow move behind them. Was there someone watching you from above?

You open your mouth to shout up at them, starting to wave your arms to get your mystery observer’s attention…but you think better of it.

You’re a convict who woke up aboard a derelict Weyland Yutani station, you think to yourself. Even if there’s someone else friendly on this station, the kindest thing the company would likely do is lock you back up. No thanks.

You make out the shape of another pressure door to the rear of this room. You start towards it, but a small movement from one of the pods catches your eye. Something within it flutters…churning up bubbles inside of it. You hear a distinct gurgling sound; thick and wet.

You turn towards the pod it's coming from. It seems to glow brighter than the others. You can’t help but approach it curiously. What’s inside of it? You wonder.

As you get right up next to it, the pod stirs! Its surface quivers and shakes.

“What the…fuck?” you gasp, unable to help yourself from leaning in closer to take a look.

In the dim emergency lighting of the room, you make out a thin tri-part seam along the top of the pod’s surface. As you get closer, the surface of it shudders, suddenly splitting open along the seam! It peels itself open like a blooming flower.

As it does, a warm mist escapes, filling your nostrils. You cough and stumble backwards, but as you catch your breath you can’t help but notice whatever’s inside the pod smells…good.

It smells sweet. Syrupy.

You get to your feet and lean over the organic pod, glimpsing into its now exposed top. Its fleshy petals are still unfolding, revealing their gooey, glowing contents to you.

Its filled with a thick, viscous looking liquid. Amber colored with a green undertone, bubbles slowly rise to the surface inside of it. You can’t help but think of all the honey you harvested over the years of your prison work detail. The punishment for stealing said honey, even the smallest taste, was twenty lashes behind the compound. You watched many an inmate think they could get away with stealing a few small licks, only to be hauled out by guards and violently lashed.

You could never bring yourself to try it, despite how much you desperately wanted to. It always looked so rich and sweet.

And whatever’s inside this weird fleshy pod…smells even better! Your mouth begins to water, reminding you how parched you are. You know you shouldn’t. Every piece of common sense in your brain tells you not to…but you just can’t help yourself.

Just a tiny taste, you think to yourself. A teeny, tiny taste. Just dip a finger in and try it.You do just that. You lean over the pod, dip a curled finger into the slime…and bring it to your lips. It’s gooey and thick, but not nearly as thick as honey. You think it’s almost a drinkable consistency.

You slip your finger past your lips, sucking the slime off of it.

It’s like your brain is struck by a lightning bolt of pure pleasure! You nearly collapse to your knees from the sheer surprise of it, as you shiver and shake, feeling the gooey liquid coat your tongue and slip down your throat.

“MmmmMMmmMMM! Oh fuck that’s really good!” you gasp. “I wonder if this is part of the medical trial I signed up for…like a taste test or something.”

You reach over the pod and dip two fingers in, quickly licking them clean. The flavor is still just as potent, perhaps more so! It’s delicious!

“Mmmmph! It’s like…like a drinkable nectar, kind of citrussy, kind of…flowery? What’s the word…herbaceous? Yeah. Mlem mlem, gulp Mmmmm, I gotta have more!” you find yourself talking aloud, sharing your thoughts. You’re almost certain you’re alone in this room, but it’s like you can’t help yourself.

And if there IS someone up above documenting all this, you think, maybe they’re listening and want the feedback.

When you go back to the pod, this time you lean yourself over it and cup both of your hands to take a big gulp of it. As you swallow it all, you suddenly taste how slimy and gelatinous it is as it oozes and gushes down your throat. It leaves your mouth strangely tingly, like you’d just licked the end of a battery pack’s terminals. It sends a pleasant jolt through your tongue that makes you shiver.

Maybe it's the humidity, maybe it’s something in the slime, but you swear you just felt yourself get a little wet. You clench your thighs together, going in for another gulp.

“Fuck, this stuff is good!” you moan breathlessly, gulping the slime down as fast as you can. Your slick hands cup up as much of it as you can hold, bringing it to your drooling mouth, as you slouch over the organic pod, guzzling it down.

When that doesn’t prove fast enough, you inch yourself a little further into the pod, letting your lips touch the surface of the slime. You suck and slurp, drawing it up into your mouth and down your throat so much faster. Every gulp feels slimy and heavy, but it slakes your thirst, and it’s starting to turn you on.

You can feel your prison issue panties cling to your privates. They’re completely soaked, bunched up between your lower lips. Your clit suddenly feels huge and swollen, so sensitive. With your hands free, you can’t help but bring them between your legs.

Reaching, groping, fingers eagerly wriggling past thick, scratchy fabric to get at your aching, needy body.

As you touch yourself, you keep slurping and guzzling from the slime-filled pod. There must be several gallons of the stuff…and some greedy little thought in the back of your mind tells you…‘you want it all’.

You can’t help but feel a little like a piglet at a feeding trough, stuffing your face. It just tastes so good…and after two years and three months of nothing but protein gruel and stale instant cornbread, you’re ready to fill up on anything that tastes this good.

So you drink, and drink, and drink. Even as you feel your stomach reach capacity, and find yourself belching loudly into the slime just to make more room in your belly, you keep drinking. You can’t seem to stop!

The only thing that makes you pause even the slightest…is when you bring yourself to climax. You cum hard, bucking your hips against the fleshy, pliable wall of the organic pod you’re drinking from, your swollen clit squeezed firmly between two fingers. The ecstasy of your orgasm is enough to make you double over, collapsing beside the pod and onto the deck.

You lay there for a while, gasping and moaning, gazing up at the freakish thing hanging from the ceiling directly above you.