Copyright Oggbashan June 2016

The author asserts the moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.

This is an unreal fantasy involving alien femdom and unbirth.

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The small hotel looked almost deserted although there was a lit vacancy sign. I had been driving on minor roads for hours, changing direction frequently to shake off my pursuers. I must have lost them because no vehicle had been in sight behind me for at least an hour or two.

I had been aware that there were alien predators at large in the country but had thought, like most people, that I was more likely to be struck by lightning than encounter one.

It was dark and I was very tired. An overnight stop so far from any town should be safe. My real problem was that my enemies were shape shifters. I had no idea what they might look like and they could change their appearance within a quarter of an hour. All of them were linked into one single collective consciousness. What one knew, they all knew. They have a very limited ability to read human minds to decide what shape would be most attractive to the victim.

They take over humans by sexual contact. When one identifies a suitable recruit they change shape to be that person's ideal sex partner. The males have to persuade the human female to swallow some cum. The females have to get the human male to drink milk from a breast. Before either method happens they can reduce the human's will to resist by an exchange of bodily fluids. Kissing is enough but for the shape shifter females cunnilingus is even more effective, making the human male completely helpless and unable to resist taking a breast.

What I had discovered that was so dangerous to their campaign was that the shape shifters have no tolerance of alcohol. A single unit was enough to make them unable to read minds, and their sexual traps become inoperative. More than a single unit, and they become suggestible themselves.

I hadn't discovered that by being an investigator of aliens. It was only due to an overworked barman's simple mistake. I was in a hotel bar again after yet another visit to a subsidiary company. I was alone in a large crowd of rugby supporters celebrating their team's unlikely win. Larissa, or that's what she called herself, saw me and had decided that I was her most suitable victim. She had gone to her hotel room and changed her appearance to be my ideal woman. She had changed her clothing too. Instead of a figure fitting dress she was wearing a dark skirt and white blouse. Once the change was complete she had returned to the bar. I wouldn't have recognised her as the same woman who had left a quarter of an hour earlier.

She came across to my table carrying a glass of orange juice.

"Do you mind if I join you?" she asked. All the other tables were full so it was a reasonable request.

"Be my guest," I said automatically.

Over the next half an hour I was very well aware that I had an attractive woman facing me. We talked, as strangers can, about everything and anything. I needed another drink and I offered to buy something for her.

"Yes please," Larissa said, "an orange juice, please."

That's when the barman made the mistake that started me fleeing. I wanted a double Scotch. Until then I had been drinking spa water. I ordered the orange juice and Scotch but the barman was already serving two of the rugby supporters, waiting for their pints of lager to stop foaming. When he had topped up their pints he turned back to me.

"A double, you said?"

"Yes. On my room number."

I didn't notice the amount on the till, nor the barman's actions. I was too busy looking at Larissa, my ideal woman. What the barman had given me was a double Scotch and an orange juice laced with a double vodka. I took the drinks to our table. Over the next quarter of an hour Larissa left her drink untouched while making it very clear that she wanted me. I don't know how she did it, but I agreed to go with her to her room. She picked up the orange juice and drank it in one continuous movement before we left the bar.

In the lift she grabbed me and kissed me fiercely. I responded as any male would do with the woman of his dreams kissing him. I kissed her back. She pulled her lips away for a couple of seconds before kissing me harder with her tongue lashing around inside my mouth. We had to break contact to leave the lift. Larissa was looking intently at me as if there was something wrong. She pulled me along the corridor into her room.

Inside the room she stripped both of us as quickly as she could. Her clothes and mine were dropped beside the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed and spread her legs.

"Please John, kiss me there," Larissa said pointing at her exposed lips.

I dropped to my knees. If that's what she wanted as foreplay, I was willing. Her hands clutched my head and a leg hooked behind my neck to pull me closer in. I licked, tongued and nibbled. I think I'm a reasonable performer at cunnilingus. I gave Larissa one of my better efforts for quarter of an hour.

She straightened her leg before pushing my head slightly away from her. She was looking quizzically at me.

"It isn't working, is it?"

What did she mean? She was obviously aroused. She had been squealing as my tongue worked on her.

"Never mind," she said, "I'll try anyway. Suck my breast!"

That was an order, a firm order, not a request.

"Not yet, in a minute or two," I said.

That was obviously the wrong thing to say. Larissa burst into tears. Between her sobs she said:

"My first solo attempt and I've failed."

"What do you mean, your first solo attempt?" I asked, puzzled.

Over the next half hour Larissa reluctantly told me that she had been human but had recently been converted into an alien shape shifter. She was supposed to capture and convert human males. She had managed two in partnership with a longer converted human woman as her trainer and assistant. Very few men could turn down an offer from two attractive women who had assumed the shape most desirable to him.

I had been her first solo attempt. Once she had kissed me I should have been incapable of resisting any suggestion she might make. But that hadn't happened in the lift. Larissa should have been aware of the change in me. She thought that was because it was her first time on her own and I had changed but she hadn't picked up the subtle signal. Cunnilingus was a much stronger method of controlling a human male. I had been licking her for a long time yet I had not obeyed her order to suck her breast. That should have been impossible, yet it had happened.

She was in contact with other shape shifters but the contact was poor, like a weak mobile signal. She was told that she must have drunk some alcohol, and that had nullified her powers to control me, and reduced the to link to them. I pressed her for more and more details. Apparently the females all have slight bumps. They pretend that they are pregnant so no protection is necessary and that explains their milky breasts.

Larissa was as suggestible as I should have been but the alcohol was wearing off. She became less willing to cooperate. I knew I was in danger. If the alcohol left her system she could seduce me again. I made my excuses and left her room as fast as I could. Back in my own room I packed hurriedly, booked out of the hotel saying I had an unexpected appointment. I saw the barman's error on my detailed bill. I drove away. I shouldn't have been driving after the Scotch, but it was an emergency and if tested I would probably have been well below the drink drive limit.

A few miles away I turned into a supermarket car park and used my secondary untraceable mobile to call the 24 hour alien watch line. They knew about the shape shifters as a new but increasing threat. They were very interested to know about Larissa's reaction to alcohol. That could be useful. Their advice to me was to get as far away from Larissa as possible, perhaps to a rural area, and hope the shape shifters couldn't trace me. That's why I had come to this remote hotel.

I parked my car behind a wing of the building so it couldn't be seen by anyone passing on the road. It was a fairly ordinary basic model so unless the number plates were visible it would fit in with other traffic. But there is no traffic this far from anywhere. I took my overnight bag with me and walked into the foyer. There was no one around and a notice on the desk - Please ring bell for attention. I was about to press the bell push but I heard a telephone ring and be answered it the distance. I waited five minutes before pushing. I heard the bell ring in the distance but it was a couple of minutes before I heard high heels approaching.

The woman was dressed as a maid in a dark blue dress with a large white apron around more than half her body. Her breasts strained at the apron's bib. She was smiling at me and that produced an insistent reaction between my legs. She was a very attractive woman but not my ideal. If she had been I would have suspected her of being another shape shifter.

"Have you got a room for tonight, please?" I asked.

"A room? The whole hotel is empty," she replied. "We would have been full with a coach party booked in for tonight but they rang to cancel about three hours ago. I sent the other staff home because there was no point in them being here in an empty hotel. The coach party had paid in advance and cancelled too late so the staff will be paid."

"How much for a room and an evening meal if that's possible, please?" I asked.

"Meal? Yes, can do. Won't be wonderful because it will be microwaved."

She told me the very reasonable price. I paid cash. Although I have debit and credit cards in several names I wanted to be anonymous except for the fake identity details as John Owen I gave her for the register. Why a fake identity? Like my untraceable mobile phone it is part of my protection as a company investigator where fraud is suspected. I can appear to be a number of people with different roles unconnected to my real task. If I could lose the shape shifters by changing identities, why not? Larissa only knew me as 'John'. If she managed to check her hotel's register I would be recorded as a John at a cut-out mailing address. It was good enough for credit and debit cards in that name.

My room was on the ground floor close to the bar where she would produce my meal in a quarter of an hour. It was surprisingly comfortable with a large king size bed and several armchairs. I hung up my shirt for tomorrow and unpacked my overnight things.

In the bar the manageress introduced herself as Mary. We talked as she prepared my meal and hers behind the bar. She asked if she could join me while we ate because there was no one else around. Why not? She was an attractive mature woman but not a shape shifter's ideal version. She also had a very flat tummy under her tightly fitted maid's uniform. She couldn't pretend to be pregnant with such a svelte figure. However her dress spread into a wide skirt just below her trim waist. The apron ballooned out in front.

When she agreed to share a bottle of wine with me I was certain she wasn't a shape shifter. We enjoyed ourselves that evening in the otherwise deserted hotel. One topic of conversation was a faded merchandising display beside the bar counter for 'Edible Underwear'. I commented on it. Mary explained that it had been there for years. It had been installed by a local company long defunct. Although the underwear was actually edible, it didn't taste like much and took a lot of chewing. The product had been a marketing failure.

She went over to the display and brought back a pair of stockings and some panties. The stockings looked normal. The panties seemed to be made of cotton that would cover from the waist downwards, ending like French knickers with flared legs. They didn't have any sex appeal. I handled them. The stockings were a slightly heavier thickness than most women would wear but still translucent. The panties, double thickness in the crotch, were soft but I had never seen any woman wear anything like them. They could have been 1950s passion killers.

Mary demonstrated the panties, lifting her skirt and pulling them up over her pantyhose. They fitted but looked wholly wrong. One thing led to another and somehow I was on Mary's antique brass bed in the staff bedroom, not in my room. Was it reaction to getting away from Larissa the shape shifter? Or the wine? I don't know how it happened that I was naked on Mary's bed. She stroked across my legs with the edible stockings. She was still wearing her maid's uniform and apron.

That apron excited me. It was so soft and smooth as it moved across my skin. Inside its bib Mary's breasts were firm with hard erect nipples that dented my body. She noticed the effect her nipples were having on me. She teased me by pulling my mouth first to one apron-covered breast and then the other. She straddled me and bent forward so that all I could see was her breasts covered by white apron. Mary flopped forward and smothered me against her apron. From above me she said:

"John, I'm here on my own. I don't want you doing anything I don't want you to do, so..."

She pulled first one arm and then the other up to the bed head rail and lashed my wrists with the edible stockings.

"If you really want to get free, you can bite through them. After all, they are edible."

She moved down my body to tie my ankles slightly apart. She attached another stocking to the foot of the bed before knotting it to the link between my ankles. She sat up.

"I can get at all of you," Mary said, "but you can't get at me. Wait a few seconds."

She rolled down her pantyhose and took them off. Her skimpy panties followed. She moved up my body until I was looking up inside her uniform skirt. The silky lining of her skirt slid around my head. I had a twinge of apprehension as her cleft lowered towards my lips. I had to remind myself that this was a trim Mary, not an apparently pregnant shape shifter Larissa. My head entered warm darkness inside her skirt to meet delicious lower lips. As I had done with Larissa I played with Mary for a long time. At last she slid down my body to claim my erection.

At some point she must have loosened her apron. She blindfolded me with the apron's skirt as she pounded up and down on me. I held on as long as I could but her hands stuffing some of the apron inside my mouth was too much. I came into her. She continued to hold me inside her for several minutes. I felt her untying the stockings from the bed head but she used them to fasten my wrists together. She pulled the apron off my head, eased herself off me and turned around. She removed the stocking holding my ankles to the end of the bed before tying it around my thighs.

"Remember, John, these are edible. You can bite through them."

I could easily have brought my wrists to my mouth. Even without eating the stockings I might have been able to unfasten the knots with my teeth.

"You're naked. I'm not." She said, taking the apron off.

Her uniform dress followed to show she hadn't been wearing a bra. Her breasts were so firm she didn't need one. I groaned as she caressed my face with her nipples. She straddled me as her hands were doing something above my head. I didn't know what until there was a jerk on my wrists. She had tied one of the apron ties between them before yanking it to the bed head. My arms were stretched out again. I opened my mouth to protest but Mary stuffed it with a wad of apron, tying it there with another one of the apron's ribbons wound round and round my head. I was gagged and blindfolded with the apron I had liked so much.

I felt Mary move down my body to beyond my feet. She sat with her back to the bars at the lower end of the bed before picking up my tied feet. I gasped into my gag as she pushed the feet between her legs into a warm soft place. It stretched to surround them. That should have been impossible. Her cleft opened wider and I sunk it beyond my knees. Mary's flesh pulsed around my legs sucking me deeper. I tried to struggle as my hips were engulfed.

"Too late, John," Mary said, her words muffled by the apron hooding my head.

"Or should I say too late John Anderson? That's your real name, isn't it?"

It is. How did Mary know? She answered my unspoken question.

"Larissa didn't tell you everything about shape shifters and alcohol, mainly because she didn't know. She hadn't drunk alcohol since becoming a shape shifter. When the alcohol wears off, what should have happened to her victim still happens. If she were here, you would be unable to resist any suggestion she made. She knows exactly where you are, who you really are, and that information has been shared with all shape shifters. Not with me, of course. I'm a different kind of alien."

As Mary continued to talk in a normal voice as if we were discussing the weather, my body was sinking further into her. It was an incredibly arousing sensation as if my body was penetrating her wholly. I didn't think I could, so soon, but I came into her as her muscles squeezed my hips.

"Larissa and the others influenced your flight. They made sure you came here, to me. They told me you were coming, and that you liked women dressed as maids. I had just finished changing when Larissa telephoned me to say you had arrived. I don't have the same strength of control over you that Larissa would have. The edible stockings and my apron were enough until now. You are so deep inside me that even if I untied you, you couldn't escape now. You are going inside Mary and there you will stay until..."

Mary untied and removed the apron gagging and hooding me. Her legs were stretched out beside my head as my body was contained by hers from feet to just below my neck.

"I don't need that apron now."

I wanted to speak, to plead. Mary's muscles flexed around my torso, forcing the air out of my lungs. As my mouth opened wide she stuffed the edible panties in, tying them there with an edible stocking.

"You can try eating those panties. It will take time, John, more time than you have left."

I slid further inside. Her lower lips closed around my face gagging me even more effectively than the panties I was trying to chew. Mary stopped with my nose barely clear to breathe. She reached for her dress and put it on.

"Apparently it can be very erotic for my victim if he disappears up inside my skirt. So you will vanish into my uniform, John. You will become a maid's sex toy."

Mary stood up on the bed. My tied hands dangled uselessly. I had no strength to do more than twitch my fingers.

"You're helpless, John." Mary said as her skirt fell around my head. "This far in and you cannot move. My juices include a muscle relaxant so my victims don't struggle. You won't die... Yet. My body can keep you trapped but alive for days if I want it to. I can even push you out unharmed. Or? Or I can digest you. That's why you are tied with edible stockings and gagged with edible panties. If I want to eat you, I'll eat your bonds as well. But Larissa and her fellow shape shifters want you. Do they want you more than I do? We'll see what they offer me."

Mary pulled my arms up and removed the stocking around my wrists. My arms flopped uselessly as she pushed one and then the other past my head and into her insatiable cleft. All that was left of me was my head from nose upwards.

"I like this part," Mary said.

She picked up her panties and stepped into them. As she pulled them up her legs my head was turned backwards to watch the panties approaching. My last view was of Mary's legs extending beyond her skirt as the panties covered my eyes. My head slid into complete darkness. Mary's lips closed behind me with a satisfied slurping sound.
I could breathe. I didn't know how when I was totally enclosed inside Mary, but I slipped into unconsciousness still breathing.

+++

My head emerged under a white silky nightdress. My body was still held inside Mary from the shoulders downwards. Mary lifted the hem of the nightdress to show that I was still on her bed. Daylight was coming through the curtains. She untied the stocking holding the panty gag in place and removed them.

"Can you talk, John?" She asked. The pressure around my body was eased. I licked my lips.

"I... I think so," I said cautiously.

"You puzzle me, John," Mary said quietly. "Most of my victims are terrified once they realise they are being pulled inside me. While they can, they struggle and fight. You didn't. I've been trying to work out why."

"Perhaps you are better than the alternative," I suggested diffidently.

"No, John. That's not it. OK, it might be part of the explanation, but not enough. Like the shape shifters I have limited ability to read minds. Unlike them I can only do it when I'm engulfing my victims. Sometimes I enjoy their terror as the sink deeper in me; sometimes I feel sad that they are so reluctant to appreciate the ultimate penetration I'm giving them. But you? You enjoyed it and were incredibly calm. I've learned a lot about John Anderson while you've been inside me. You don't care whether you live or die, do you?"

"If you know that much, Mary, you also know why." I said.

"Yes. I do know. Your wife and children were killed by a drunk driver five years ago and since then you have had no one to care for, and no one who cares for you. Even your employers just use you for unpopular tasks. They pay you well, very well, but for that you get hated by too many people because you do the management's dirty work. You need a purpose for living, and a base that you can call home. I know you have a house but you've rented it out. It has too many memories of the family you lost. You are constantly on the move staying in hotels all year around. It's not a life. It's an existence."

"I know all that, Mary. You didn't need to tell me what's in my head."

"But it has given me some ideas. I have the same sort of boring existence. I and my two sisters live here at this hotel and the staff bungalow a few hundred yards away in the woods. As far as we know we are the only aliens of our type on this planet. That's lonely for us. We get some enjoyment from engulfing men but we would prefer that they enjoy it too. Once we have engulfed a man we have a problem. We can't let him go to warn others. Unlike the shape shifters we can't recruit the men. All we can do is either digest them, or kill them and dispose of the body. Digesting isn't easy. Killing? I could just contract my muscles around your neck and you are strangled. I could twist my hips and break your neck, or suffocate you inside my body by turning off the air I have been supplying, or... You get the picture?"

"Yes. I don't really want to die. It does have attractions but not enough for me to commit suicide. I thought of it once."

"I know you did, John. You wanted to wait until the drunk driver was tried and convicted. After that the urge had passed and you were just numb. Now you have two alternatives and no control over which happens. Either Larissa and her shape shifters take you over and you resume your boring existence but as a recruiter of more shape shifters, or Mary absorbs you totally and you die. When I digest you it's not a sexual experience, neither for you who would be unconscious and unaware, nor for me. It's hard work to digest a human, uncomfortable and long winded. A full digestion takes a week of unpleasant stomach writhing. You seem to be more attracted to death than boredom."

I shook myself mentally. This couldn't be real. I was engulfed inside a woman from my neck downwards, looking up her nightdress-covered body to a concerned face peering down at me, and discussing what unpleasant futures I might have. Of course. Mary isn't a woman. She's an alien that looks like a woman. She may be an alien but she looks and behaves like a woman I would like to know more about.

"John, one of the things about being inside me is that your sense of perception is temporarily altered. If it wasn't, you'd have no doubt that I'm not a woman. As I engulf you I grow in size. If I didn't I couldn't fit a full size male human inside me. I might look normal now, but I'm actually three times the size of an adult human female. This nightdress is enormous. When I put my uniform dress back on to swallow you inside my skirt, it was a different dress made to fit the size I am now. So were the panties."

Mary picked up two pairs of panties off the bed and showed them to me. One pair was normal size. The other pair was massive. As I looked at them I had a glimpse of the real size Mary was above me.

"A disadvantage of digesting someone is that I have to stay giantess size for days. I can't be seen around the hotel as a giantess so I'm out of action as the manageress, apparently sick. It's a nuisance as well as being an unpleasant experience for me."

Mary laughed.

"I suppose it would be even more unpleasant for the man being digested if he was aware what was happening to him. But he is unconscious for the whole time he is inside me. He usually dies within a few minutes of starting the process because I turn off his air supply. That's kinder, I suppose. He doesn't know when or how he dies. I do, because I sense his brain activity cease. Only when he is really dead do I start the digesting."

I didn't like the idea of being suffocated inside Mary. The digestion? That wouldn't matter because I'd be dead. I don't care what happens to my body. Being digested seems a very tidy way of disposing of a corpse.

"I'll change the unpleasant subject back to the shape shifters who will arrive in the morning. You refused Larissa's breast so her control over you was weaker than it might have been and temporary. Since she had drunk alcohol even that control was ineffective but came into action as her body processed the alcohol. When she arrives later today her control over you might be very weak or nonexistent unless she kisses you or gets you to lick her pussy. Of course you won't want to do either. You know that will lead to you sucking at her breast and becoming a shape shifter."

I wouldn't be able to resist being kissed by Larissa, or even having her breast stuffed in her mouth if Mary was still enveloping all of me except my head.

"That's true, John. If you are still held like this Larissa could do whatever she wanted. But will you still be held like this? I could drag your head back in. Larissa would be frustrated if she can't get at you."

"But I would be..."

"My prisoner. You already are, John. You're in a warm soft prison that is cradling you. It could be a prison that is protecting you, or your execution chamber. The choice is mine. I could give you to Larissa. I could smother you. Or..."

Mary paused. I sensed that she was about to say something dramatic.

"...or I could keep you."

"Keep me? How?" I didn't understand what Mary was suggesting. She had obviously made a decision, but what decision?

"While I'm this size I don't need to keep you restrained, John. Your muscles will take half an hour to get back to normal. Even then you couldn't escape from a woman three times your size. Out you come."

Mary muscles tensed around me to gradually push my body out of her. She wiped me with the small size apron as I emerged. She was right. Once I was wholly outside her I was pinned to the bed by the weakness of my muscles. Mary climbed off the bed. My eyes followed her as she shed her nightdress and put her enormous clothes on. Her bra cup was large enough to cover my head. When dressed she looked exactly as she had done when I first saw her except for her massive size.

"You might like this while you wait for your muscles to work..."

Mary picked me up, spread her skirt, and pushed me up between her skin and the inside of her maid's uniform until my head was facing her cleavage. She pulled her panties down, fed my feet and legs into them, and pulled the panties up again. My erection was facing her massive cleft. My head was between her soft breasts. Finally she adjusted the apron's ties. The apron's waistband lashed my arms to my body, and my body to hers. The bib held my head in her cleavage.

"Comfortable, John?"

I had to think before answering. I was held as if in a close hug, not swallowed inside her. Her breasts were soft, warm and delightful.

"Yes, Mary," I replied, my voice muffled between her breasts inside her dress's bodice and apron bib.

"Then we can talk about my third option for you. You don't want to be a shape shifter preying on women. You don't want to be digested or killed by me. But your life before Larissa was a mess. You were lonely without friends or sympathetic colleagues. I'm lonely too. My option is that we should be lonely together."

"Together?" I asked.

"Yes, John. I think that you could live with me at this hotel. We could make love together and end our loneliness. There would be negotiations and conditions. I'd have to negotiate with the shape shifters so that I can keep you. A condition of that would have to be that you promise not to reveal any more information about them, nor about me. No more contacts to the alien watch line."

"And then what?" I asked, "If you have saved me from the shape shifters, am I to be your victim instead of theirs?"

"Not my victim, no. My companion, partner perhaps. You would treat this hotel as your home and me as your lover when you are here. We would have to agree how often you would be here but you could continue to work as you do now. I might like your help in turning this hotel into a profitable business which is currently isn't. I could help you. You could help me. At the least you'll still be your own person, but with someone, an alien someone, that cares about you."

I would have answered but Mary, who had been tensing herself as she spoke, relaxed her body. My face was forced between her breasts, stifled against her bra.

"Mmpff!" was all I could manage, pushing back against her dress and apron as hard as I could.

Mary laughed at my predicament.

"Smothered, John? My breasts have claimed you, have they? I'll shrink a bit and give you room to breathe."

The pressure eased as her clothing loosened.

"Oof! " I said, panting for breath. "Big breasts are great but dangerous unless you're careful, Mary."

"So? What do you think of the third alternative, living with me?"

"It's much better than being a shape shifter or a corpse," I replied. "But will it work?"

"We can try. If it doesn't...?"

"If it doesn't, Mary?"

"Then we can part, perhaps as friends. You can go back to your lonely existence and I resume mine."

"In that case, I would prefer trying to live with Mary, working at our relationship and hoping it works out for both of us."

Mary hurriedly untied her apron and unzipped her dress. She pulled my face up to hers and kissed me.

"It's a deal, John. You get to live. I get a possible friend, partner and lover, and we'll see if we can enjoy each other. Until then?"

Mary pulled my body up and out of her panties and dress.

"Larissa and the shape shifters will be here soon. You need to be protected from them. You will be, inside me again. They won't be able to get at you without my agreement. I'll tell them you agree to keep their secret and that I have claimed you as my prey. They could assume you'll die. I won't contradict that assumption. But you need to know what we discuss so I'll leave your head dangling between my legs. I'll have to gag you again because even a single word from you could wreck the deal. Instead of panties I'll wear a couple of petticoats. They have enough fullness for me to hide your head. If they get too close I'll drag your head inside me. OK?"

I had no option.

"OK," I said.

Mary pulled her panties off, grabbed my feet and began to push me inside her.

"Sorry I'm being so fast," she panted through the effort of swallowing me, "but I just heard a car turn in. It could be them."

Within ten seconds she had swallowed me except my head. She gagged me with the edible panties and stocking. She rummaged in a drawer before pulling two or three petticoats up under her skirt. The silky material brushed against my face. I looked down as she walked from the bedroom to the reception area. I could see light, and some of her thighs, but there were too many layers of material wrapping themselves around Mary's legs for me to see beyond her knees.

The discussions with Larissa and a couple of male shape shifters could have been scripted by Mary. Larissa said very little. She was obviously the junior one of the trio. Mary told them about the barman's error. I hadn't intended to give Larissa alcohol, nor had I known the effect it would have.

Mary gave the impression that I would die and be digested shortly but in the meantime I had agreed not to reveal anything about aliens. After all, I was in no position to tell anyone anything, was I? I felt a weak compulsion to suck Larissa's breast but tightly held inside Mary and firmly gagged there was nothing I could do.

Within half an hour the shape shifters had left. I think they were intimidated by Mary's giant size and fierce claiming of me as her victim, not Larissa's.

"Larissa didn't look much," Mary said. "She wasn't any man's dream woman, more like a dowdy housewife. The men weren't much better. They looked like nerds."

I would have commented that they are shape shifters so they would have chosen exactly how they appeared to Mary. As I was still held inside her, she didn't need to hear my words. She could read my thoughts.

"You're right, John. Of course they were trying to show me that they are no threat. They aren't, even if they had sent my ideal man because I'm not a human. I'm an alien and their trickery has no effect at all."

I felt Mary walk across to the front door of the hotel and I heard her lock and bolt the entrance.

"Check-in time is from three o'clock this afternoon. We have eight people, four couples, booked in for tonight but they intend to arrive about eleven pm after a family reunion. They're here for breakfast tomorrow morning and after that the next booking is four days from now. We're going to the staff bungalow and then I'll let you out to meet my sisters. On the way it's easier for you and me if you are wholly inside. See you soon."

Her muscles twitched. Still tightly gagged my head lifted up away from the silky slither of her petticoats into warm darkness. As her lower lips closed around me my consciousness slipped away.

+++

Mary pushed my head out. She had removed her petticoats. My face brushed against the lining of her uniform's skirt as she removed the stocking and panties gagging me. As she lifted her skirt I saw two women looking down at me.

"Who is this, Mary?" One of the women asked.

"This is John," Mary replied. "He's a keeper, Anne."

"A keeper?" Anne asked.

"Yes. I've saved him from shape shifters and he's agreed to stay with me, or us. John? Meet my sister Anne, and my other sister, Julie."

"Hello, John," Anne said. "You are in an interesting predicament, aren't you? Mary says she's keeping you, and all she's let out is your head."

"I'd like to see all of you, John," Julie said.

"He's naked," Mary objected.

"I've seen, and swallowed, naked men before," Julie retorted.

"OK. I'll push John out if you cover the duvet."

Julie spread an old sheet across a double bed. Mary climbed on, leaned against the headboard and pushed my body out of her. As before, my muscles weren't working. Anne and Julie wrapped the sheet around me, wiping some of Mary's juices off me.

"You'll need a shower, John, before you meet us properly," Anne said. "Where are his clothes, Mary?"

"Some in the staff bedroom, the rest in room three," Mary replied.

"OK. I'll get them. Back soon," Anne said. "John? Just lie there for a while and we'll sort out the shower when I get back."

I shut my eyes. I felt weak and helpless. The sheet was tightly wrapped around me and I didn't have enough strength to wriggle out. I was aware of Mary's hand stroking my head as I dozed.

+++

The shower was interesting. Mary had reduced her body to normal human size and all three sisters we naked as they joined me in the large walk-in shower. It was large enough for a triple-sized sister to use or for all four of us. They washed me, kissed me, rubbed their bodies and particularly their breasts against me. I was enjoying the attention of three attractive women. None of them was the ideal woman that Larissa the shape shifter had shown me, but these three were wonderful.

After the shower all four of us climbed on to the bed. Mary held the back of my head to her breasts as Anne and Julie explored my body. Anne, as the oldest sister, claimed my erection first. While she was pounding up and down on my hips my head was surrounded by Mary and Julie's breasts.

I think I made the correct decision to stay with Mary. Being loved and used by three alien sisters was preferable to continuing my boring life changed into a shape shifter.

Over the next few days I found that being swallowed inside Anne and Julie had slight differences from Mary. All of them gave me a wonderful feeling of contentment and sexual fulfilment before I slid inside for a sleep more tightly hugged than any human woman could do.

A week later I resumed my normal travels as the company's hard-nosed fixer but with an inner happiness I hadn't had for years. That hotel became my base and a wonderful love nest. They were rarely so busy that all three sisters needed to be on duty but even if they were, in a few hours time one of them would claim me.

I like being claimed, even if the three of them really own me as their 'keeper'.

The End