Short Stories - Inflection Point

Hyondota Motors had been operating in the Valley for the last thirty years.  Thirty years of tradition, service, and highly overpriced mufflers.  And now it was Paul’s responsibility.

He coughed, and stood up from his desk with a grunt.  His dad never really had big dreams, or maybe he did and just never shared them.  But this dealership was the bedrock upon which the Dremman household stood for Paul’s entire life.

Growing up, he hated the dealership.  Paul looked around the office – clean, refurbished, and expanding.  He chortled and shook his head.  The ignorance he displayed in his youth to look down upon this place… it was pulling in $230,000 a year for himself after taxes and good living wages for twelve employees.  Sure, the job was boring sometimes.  And the stress of being ‘where the buck stops’ was giving him some gray hairs – but the sense of authority, the feeling of being the rock that keeps everyone around him afloat… that was the best drug ever.  Well that and cocaine.  Paul had the total hookup on cocaine.

A stuffy conference was coming up.  One of those boring trade shows – but Paul needed to show up to “establish presence”.  Of course he would go.  And he would tell everyone how exciting it was.  That’s how these things worked, the attendees were the salesmen and they were selling both themselves and the conferences.

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Paul sat in the large auditorium.  A corporate drone was rambling on about price inflection points and how everything was ‘about to change’ for everyone in the room.  New people would buy into the rhetoric, for about a year, and then become jaded.  Paul had been coming to these since he was a kid, and his dad explained how the whole system worked.  He never got played by the misinformation.

There was a tap on his shoulder.  One of his employees had tagged along to the conference, “hey, a bunch of us are getting drinks in the next room, wanna join?”

She was very attractive and young, but Paul was married.  But Paul was also bored, and it wouldn’t hurt to hang out and get drunk with his employees.  That’s what these conferences were for, if he was going to get drunk he might as well get drunk around attractive young people.

Paul is married.  Nothing is going to happen.  He got up and followed her out to the hallway.

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There were a lot of attractive women at the open bar.  How bizarre, usually these conferences are full of middle aged socially inept men.  Paul looked around – there definitely was a high concentration of middle aged men, but somehow there were more beautiful women than he remembered.  Awesome – maybe this field was picking up relevance from the surge in electric vehicle hype!

Paul reached for his fourth drink.  Things were going to be okay.  Life is awesome.  Think about all the people who are less fortunate, how many would be grateful to be in Paul’s position.  Yeah.  It’s all going great.

The lights flickered overhead, and went out.

Paul felt something wet on his neck, then fell to the floor in a drunken stupor.

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Paul woke up, naked and terrified.  He was in a cage with four other men.  His body was covered with living… things.  They pulsed and tugged at his flesh.

He desperately looked around for help – they were in the conference room basement.  Some kind of utility area.  There were other cages, some of them had women.  They were… having sex.  The air was thick with the smell of it.

Some kind of cult?  Paul had to get out.  Somehow.  He pulled at the weird starfish on his chest, but they wouldn’t budge.  It was like trying to rip his own skin off.  He looked at the door of the cage.  Maybe if he got the help of the others, they could-

Breed

“Did… what did you say?  Did you say something?”  Paul turned to one of his terrified cellmates, but he shook his head.  He could have sworn he heard something from behind him.

Breed.  Sex.  Accept.

Something was whispering to him.  He reached up and felt the back of his neck – there was a large nodule protruding just under his hairline.  His fingers slipped inside a crevice.

It felt amazing.

Breed.

He yanked his fingers back.  He looked at the other men – they all had the same object wrapped around their necks.

Paul banged on the cage bars – “SOMEONE LET US OUT OF HERE!”  Someone chuckled slightly behind him.

# “Well, I guess it’s better than kicking each other in the nuts.”

“Where are we, what’s going on?”

Sex.

# “Don’t know, I woke up here same as you.  With this… thing” he pointed to his neck “on me as well.  Looks like you’ve got extras though.  Name’s Sam.”

Paul looked at Sam’s chest – it was bare.  Suddenly, a nerdy looking businessman in the corner interjected into the conversation.

++ “I knew it.  I knew it. I knew it.  It’s the alien invasion – it’s the bodysnatchers man.  They’re comin for us all man!”

He smashed his palm against the bars, rattling them loudly.

++ “This is it, it’s happening.  I knew… I knew and I didn’t act… the crop circles, the lights…”

Accept.

“Well, I’d call you crazy but seeing the situation we’re in, I guess you’re the most sane one in this cage.”

Paul stood up.

“It’s not over until it’s over.  Maybe there’s something we can use against this cage lock, it looks ancient…”

Sam and one of the other men began looking around the cage perimeter, reaching their arms through to feel for any loose objects on the ground.

Breed.

* “I’ve… I’ve got something!  Over here!”

# “What is it Dale?”

* “It’s… it’s… oh god wait just let me… GOT EM!”

Dale stood and held up two paperclips like they were the holy grail.

# “Goddamn, nice find Dale, holy shit!”

“That’s our ticket out of here fellas!”

Sex.

@ “Jesus christ, I’ve never been so glad to see paperclips in all my life.”

“So… anyone here know how to pick a lock?”

@ “Not really, but I’ve watched some youtube videos online by this lawyer who is really into the subject.”

Paul waited a brief moment, but nobody else spoke up.

Accept.

“Okay well I guess you’re the man of the hour then.  And your name is…”

@ “Rodger.”

Rodger got to work.  He began tinkering with the paperclips, thrusting them into the keyhole.

The rest of the men watched intently.

Sex.

The tense moment gave Paul a chance to look at everyone else to take stock of the situation.  There was Sam, who seemed completely clean except for his neck object.  There was Rodger, who apart from the neck thing had a weird object on his... crotch.

Accept.

Paul looked down and felt his pelvic region.  There was a living mass down there, similar to the one wrapped around his neck.  Why he didn’t notice it earlier was a complete mystery – maybe it’s because his entire crotch felt numb.  He turned his attention back to the others.

Breed.

The wired guy in the corner continued to mutter about aliens.  He was completely covered in these things, just like Paul.  Dale had objects on his chest but not his crotch, and stood craning his neck to look at the paperclip task.  Paul watched his eyes – they kept getting distracted, looking to the other cages off across the room where people were fucking each other.  Dale and Sam seemed to know each other.

Sex.

Paul couldn’t think about that.  He couldn’t be disappointed about being in a cage with only men.  That meant they had a shot of escaping, while everyone else was consumed by sex.  It’s good there were no hot, sexy, nubile women in this cage.

Surely that was a good thing.

Accept.

@ “I’ve got it!”

Rodger shouted and stood up, grabbing the iron door with both hands.  He yanked it backwards – it did not open.

@ “Ah shit.  Well… I thought I had it…”

# “Let me take a look, maybe you’ve – whoa HOLY SHIT!”

Sam was pointing to Paul’s chest.  Paul looked down – his chest had expanded outward, almost like he had B-cup breasts.

Sex.

“What the FUCK!?”  Paul stepped back from the others, holding his chest and inspecting it.  They felt sensitive.  Disturbingly so.  He looked around at the others – the guy in the corner, and Dale, both had larger breasts than he remembered.

# “... we need to get the fuck out of here.”

Accept.

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“Jiggle it more – to the left!”

@ “Nah it needs to hook up and around, you gotta push it in deeper than that”

Breed.

# “Just let me focus, this thing is hard to keep stiff.”

Paul’s attention was glued to the lock.  Sam was poking around with the paperclips now, while Rodger did his best to advise.

Sex.

Paul’s chest had grown to a C-cup, along with the other two men with chest infestations.  That’s what it was, really, an infestation.

++ “Fuckin parasites man!  That’s what these are!  They’re injecting us with enzymes and they’re gonna drink our blood – turn our bodies into husks man!  Drain us of our energy!”

Only Dale seemed to be paying attention to the raving lunatic in the corner.

++ “The whispers are getting stronger man… it’s… I can’t… it’s too much!”

Dale stared at the raving lunatic.  The conspiracy nut was barely a man at this point.  His hair had gotten longer, shinier.  His chest was nearly a D-cup.  His crotch – well his cock had completely disappeared under the parasite.  Where once there was a massive bulge, instead the parasite had almost become flush with his skin.

Accept.

++ “This can’t be real man… this just can’t be real…” he gripped his head, shaking it slightly as his face softened.

Dale looked over at the three desperate men attempting to pick the lock.  Any more attention there would be pointless, too many cooks in the kitchen.  He turned his attention back to the woman in the corner.  She was so beautiful.

Breed.

Dale felt his chest.  He shivered as he stroked his fingers across his expanding breasts.  He bit down softly on his feminine lips.  He moved across the cell to the woman.

Sex.

He pressed his erect, leaking cock against her.  She looked up at him, startled.  Her eyes softened.  She reached down with both hands to his penis.

Accept.

She guided his shaft to her crotch.  A slit formed in between her legs, opening up to reveal a fleshy red hole.  Dale stared at it, hypnotized.

Breed.

He slowly pressed his cock forward, sliding it into the opening and burying it deep into the alien orifice.  The woman moaned loudly – all three men working on the lock turned around.

Sex.

# “Jesus fucking christ – DALE! Dale what the hell is going on over there?!”

* “C… can’t stop… too good…”

Dale thrust repeatedly into the woman as the others watched.  Their breasts pressed firmly together, sweaty and heaving.

Accept.

@ “Goddamnit, we gotta get out of here!”  Rodger turned back to the door and fumbled with the paperclips.  Paul turned to look at Sam.

Breed.

Sam’s face looked amazing – completely feminized.  Beautiful.  His rigid cock stood at attention, his gaze was locked on the two in the corner.  Sam reached down to start molesting his dick, slowly stroking it.

Sex.

Paulina reached down to her crotch, only to discover her penis had completely disappeared.  In it’s place was a moist, puffy, alien vagina.

“Oh… god…”

Accept.

Sam turned to Paulina.  She took a step back, intimidated by the throbbing member in front of her.  It was going to be inside her soon, she was sure of that.

Breed.

Sam approached her, sliding his hands across her chest, squeezing her gigantic tits.  She was pressed against the bars now.  She looked down and grabbed Sam’s dick.

“I… I need it…” Paulina guided the cock into her wet hole.

Sex.

It was good.  That’s where the cock belonged, inside her holes.  That’s where cocks were supposed to go, after all.  

Accept.

She felt the massive organ penetrate deep inside her.  She slid to the ground, bringing Sam with her, and straddled his waist.  She bounced on his dick, letting the feeling of his cock erupt inside her.  It didn’t take long for his first orgasm to explode, seeding her with his jism.

Breed.  Sex.  Accept.

Regina leaned against the door, the paperclips wedged into the lock after a futile final attempt.   She stroked her flat chest with one hand, the other buried into her alien pussy.  She stared at the scene in front of her.

Breed. Sex.  Accept.

Dale came again for the fifth time.

Breed.  Sex.  Accept.

Paulina groped herself, sliding her fingers into her nipple orifices as she rocked her hips on top of Sam.

Breed.  Sex.  Accept.

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The rest of the town followed suit within the next few days.  Paulina and the others were eventually completely converted into women, their cocks replaced by werms anchored into their vaginas.  She lost track of how many she gave birth to.

By the time a werm was placed into her neck orifice, she had already become a mindbroken slut.