A good host (Patreon)

This one is a little... Different to my usual fair. You were captured. You don't know who by. Not that you can remember that. Or anything, for that matter.

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You didn’t really know where you were. Not anymore. You felt the tubes in your holes. Almost drunk on the feelings of fullness. It combined with a strange heady feeling that turned all of the thoughts in your brain to mush. And then they began to grow, swelling.

The one above, into your mouth, pushed more liquid into you. Hungrily, eagerly, not even beginning to think, you sucked it down, and felt your thoughts dissolving more. And the one below at first gave liquid. You could feel it, slippery, wet. But then something solid came out.

You felt the fullness reach a sort of breaking point. Like your head might explode, but then, the object slid deeper into you, and you felt your mushy, liquid thoughts pushed out. Destroyed. Gone. And then something slid onto your head. Cold. Metal. But soft.

As it did, lights filled your eyes. Sounds filled your ears. Just like the tubes were filling your body. Your empty mind was filling too. New thoughts. New desires. To be a pleasant… Nest. Any part of you that would have thought to struggle was long gone. Now you were a host.