Alien Abductions - KiTA's Stories

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Just a little something for fun. Random ideas based on the Alien Abductions pictures and stories. Non-canon (not official, obviously). Subject to change based on Grigbertz releasing new information, drawings, or correcting something mentioned here. KiTA 12:58, 5 September 2014 (CEST)

Part time Receptor Girl

Aimee was relieved. She had been one of the women that had been pulled into that horrific alien nightmare, but strangely, the aliens had let her go. With that poor Jessica girl on all the TV stations and more girls being found every day, she considered herself lucky. Still, she had to wonder -- just why hadn't they done anything to her?

...

One day, just as her weekend from University started, Aimee was walking across her campus when she paused, a not unpleasant tingle starting in her breasts and spreading through her body. Seconds later, she found herself literally stepping out of her shoes as they, along with the rest of her clothing, turned to dust and vanished.

Before she could even react to this, she found herself placing her hands behind her head, a half-remembered pose from the alien ship coming to mind even as the tingle in her arms and legs was turning into a strange buzzing. She sat down gingerly, her legs seemingly moving on autopilot as she found herself subconsciously pressing the soles of her feet together.

The buzzing stopped even as she felt something squishy between her fingers and toes. She tried to pull them apart to look, but found they were stuck fast. She tried to gasp in shock, but even as she did so she felt a strange squishy feeling spreading across her lips, like a fluid lipstick. She could do nothing as the strange feeling seemed to spread across her mouth and around her hands and neck.

The crowd panicked, some good Samaritans rushing forward with coats or shirts, which vanished the second they draped them over her. Still others screamed and ran, thinking the strange situation was now somehow contagious. A few, both men and women, tried to hide the lewd glances and flushed cheeks as they made no effort to help, but also no effort to leave.

Aimee paid them little notice. Her mind was elsewhere, as the strange but not unpleasant tingle had only grown stronger, focusing itself in the most scandalous of places. Places that Aimee was now acutely aware she couldn't reach.

...

Days later, just before her classes were set to restart, Aimee found the strange tingles stopping just as soon as they had begun. She was still on campus, although someplace decidedly less public. Fortunately, she had found several dozen nice people to help her with the tingles, although they had been unable to help remove the strange goo.

But even as she began to focus again, her mind clearing after two days of nonstop bliss, she found her arms and legs suddenly free, the goo slowing melting away into her skin as she watched.

Her clothing still missing, Aimee quickly slapped her arms over her nudity, running for the safety of her dorm room and it's fresh clothes, thankful that whatever this strange event was, it was now over.

... Until next weekend.

A Scene from Late Night Television

AAN Network, around 11:47 PM

"... and three times the amount of rutabaga!"

Natalie smiled as the audience clapped, some hooting and hollering. She moved from one foot to the other, sending her unfettered breasts swinging freely. She smiled as even now, months into her new show, a few men (and women, she noted) forgot to clap as they stared on, dumbfounded.

Each week there were fewer and fewer of them. She liked to think it was due to the respect she was earning, slowly, despite her condition.

"Look everyone, it's Peter Tillis."

Peter and his band started playing his generic music, even as she spun on one leg to point at him, revealing her bare ass to the audience. More hooting, but she didn't look. Her hands twitched as she shifted her weight from one leg to the other again. Her nipples ached for her hands, but she hadn't been able to do that for months and months and...

"We got a great show for you tonight," Natalie said over the music. "We'll be talking with Neil Degrasse Tyson about those strange comets they've found recently. After that, we'll be visited by my close personal friends, Dr. Harry Throb and his lovely assistant, Jessica! Rounding out the show, we'll have the Wallflowers with their latest from their new album."

Natalie smiled as the music got louder. She looked over and noticed her producer Sally frantically pointing at her chest. Natalie blinked, glanced downwards at her seemingly permanently hard nipples, framed by flowing cloth, a piece from her new collection...

Oh!

"Tonight," she spoke as the band quickly lowered their volume again, "I'm wearing my new 'Rivers of Cotton' blouse, part of my Summer Peek-a-boo collection, exclusive to our friends at Macy's."

She turned around, her hands on her back, the muscles in her bare hips flexing as she contorted slightly. "An adjustable strap in the rear lets you show off as much, or as little, as you might like. I'm wearing the matching stockings, and it comes with an optional skirt, for those girls who are feeling a little shy."

Natalie tried not to feel too much stinging at the sound of the laughter. She had come to terms with her condition months ago, when it became abundantly clear that no one could help her. The realization that she could still look good despite -- or perhaps because of -- her permanent exposure eased things somewhat. The advertising contracts she had with several designers and stores had also helped make her a millionaire several times over, and she certainly couldn't complain about that.

But still, there was something decidedly silly about wearing spending each night on stage, wearing lingerie and creatively modified business-wear. Not that she could help it. She spun in place, making sure to show off the ensemble she wore as best she could, while the television behind her showed a more traditional model wearing it fully intact. Her hands twitched as her clitoris itched, crying out for fingers, but she knew better than to try...

"We'll be right back, thank you for being here everyone!"

Natalie slumped slightly as the light dimmed, letting her know they had gone to commercial. She stared at the advertising poster off to the side of the stage.

"The Naked Truth," was written in some silly font by some graphics designer that probably made more than she did back at her old job. Under it, there she was, stark naked and covering herself with her arms, microphone in hand, laughing like an idiot. She tried not to remember just how painful that photo shoot was, her traitorous body deciding trying to hide her shame was the same as trying to indulge herself.

It was insane. By all right, she should have been drummed out of polite society, yet alone television. But somehow the ratings just kept getting better. Somehow, her physical exposure had translated into... media exposure.

She was living her dream... as long as she ignored the fact that her breasts, pussy and ass were seemingly destined to permanently on display for the rest of her life.

Natalie flinched as the tingle and itching on her clitoris and nipples brought her out of her mental monologue. She motioned towards the camera guy near her and at a slightly bemused Sally, and then started running as fast as she could to the hallway off the side of the set.

She only had a few minutes to get as much rubbing and touching in as she could, and she would just have to hope it would be enough to make her to the next commercial break...

Meanwhile, On The Next Channel Over

ABN Network, around 11:47 PM

A short and lithe woman stood in the middle of the stage, her bronze skin seeming to glisten as the lights caused her to sweat slightly. A spritz of oil she applied before the show helped the process along. Careful studying of the first few week's audiences showed that when she was damp like this, her ratings went up.

"We have a great show tonight. First up, we have T.J. Miller with his new film, Search Party." Nancy smiled, "Followed up by our continuing expose -- The Abducted Girls: Bondage Crazed Nymphos or Insane Cult?"

Her audience, decidedly more male than her competition's, stared on enthralled. A few remembered to clap. Viewers at home didn't notice -- a recording of applause filled the gaps.

"We'll round out the evening with stand up from friend of the show, David K.C.!"

Decidedly more clapping this time, although she knew it wouldn't be enough -- the recording would be playing to those watching at home.

Fools, the lot of them. Nancy smoldered, although her smile didn't fade. She would have the success she deserved. Couldn't they see to what lengths she would go for it?

Indeed, how could they not?

"I'm Naked Nancy Yamamoto, and when you strip away all pretense, you're left with..." She shifted her pose, thrusting her hips slightly as the band began playing some generic music, "The Bare Essentials."

Unlike her compatriot one channel over, there was no fashion line to pitch before the first break -- no fashion at all, in fact. Unlike her somewhat more respectable competition, Nancy was completely and utterly nude, her skin unbroken by any clothing, jewelry, accessories... even shoes. Her modesty being protected, technically, by a team of computer nerds applying a mosaic filter to her body before the film went out over the air.

It was all coldly calculated by executives and Nancy herself. If Natalie exposing a little skin on "The Naked Truth" was good, then Nancy showing a lot of skin on "The Bare Essentials" was better, right? The fact that somehow Natalie's show had gotten a free pass to show nudity certainly helped; it meant that as long as Nancy and the network stuck to the story that she was affected in the same way, they had to let them continue.

The only thing not Nancy on stage with her was an old style wireless microphone, which she gripped like a club.

The lights dimmed and the cameraman gave her a thumbs up.

"And we're out!"

Nancy sneered, spinning on the balls of her bare feet as she stormed off the set. The second she was out of view of the audience, her long suffering assistant began rushing towards her, doing his best not to look directly at her naked body. He held a mass of blue fabric out in front of him comically, like a shield.

"Jimmy, you idiot, you're supposed to have it ready to slip on, not all wadded up." She ripped the blue robe out of his hands, slipping it over her shoulders. "Seriously, why am I surrounded by unprofessional fools?"

"Sorry, Ms. Yamamoto."

Nancy stormed over to a small table off to the side even as a sharp dressed man tried to intercept her. Jimmy kept going, reaching the table -- and it's precious coffee maker -- first.

"Ms. Yamamoto, we have spoken about this." He crossed his arms, staring down at the short hostess. "If it gets out that you're not really affected the same way that Natalie and those abductees are, we'll be off the air within hours."

"You let me worry about that, Mr. Winters." She scoffed as Jimmy handed her a large cup of coffee. "I'm not walking with my assets on display more than I have to. No one notices when I leave work because with a hat and clothes on, I'm just another Asian intern in the crowd."

"Nancy..."

"Mike." Nancy grinned, adjusting his tie for him. "I knew the risks when I pitched this asinine idea to the network."

Which was true, she thought to herself, she had known the risks. The catch was she had planned on selling the idea to the studio and having them hire some bimbo to take those risks. By the time she had realized they had intended on using her as the starring role, it was too late to back out.

"The network heads trust my judgment. I make a lot of money doing what I do. I won't do anything that will put that at risk."

"You mean the show, right?" Mr. Winters said, impassively staring on. "You won't risk the show and all these people whose lives are reliant on you keeping up this... pretense?"

Nancy remained silent. The money was good, but ratings were down. For some reason, her nudity seemed to be getting old, while Natalie's seemed to draw in new viewers every day. Or worse, Nancy thought to herself, Natalie's show was somehow... better, and the audience could look past all the skin on display and see that. The thought annoyed her to no end on some level.

Still, Nancy could count the days before she broke the charade, came out as a fake, and wrote a tell all book. She just needed the show to work long enough to create buzz for the book -- and for her to finish it. The show would never survive it, but she would be able to retire off the proceeds and no one would ever forget the name Nancy Yamamoto.

She would have her success, damnit, one way or another.

"Sixty Seconds, Nancy." A man with headphones on shouted as he leaned around the corner, careful not to look straight forward. On the set of "The Bare Essentials," the only people who survived past the first week were those who learned never, ever to risk seeing Nancy Yamamoto naked when they didn't absolutely have to.

She downed the rest of her coffee in one gulp. "Ugh, Jimmy, clean that damned coffee pot, this tastes like copper."

"Yes, Ms. Yamamoto."

Mr. Winters shook his head and walked away. Nancy smiled briefly at him. Even as important as he was, the last thing the man from the network would want would be to be dragged in front of Human Resources again for looking at her. They were both professionals and he would act like it. Or else.

With a sigh, Nancy slipped her robe off her shoulders, leaving her utterly naked once more. She handed it to Jimmy, who kept his eyes tightly shut.

"Remember Jimmy." Nancy traced a finger across his chin. "If I ever catch you looking, you'll never work in this town again."

"Yes, Ms. Yamamoto."

"Thirty Seconds!" Someone shouted from behind her.

He wasn't a bad kid, Nancy thought as she padded back to the set, just a bit young and ruled by hormones. Still, she wouldn't put up with anyone looking at her body who didn't have to. It was with that thought, along with a silent curse directed towards lawyers and her own stupidity for not reading her contract, that she held as she returned to the stage, repressing the desire to flip off some idiot in the front row who started whistling at her.

...

Jimmy kept his eyes tightly shut as he heard the 'slap, slap' sound of Nancy's bare feet on the tile of the studio floor. Seconds later, he reached silently into his pocket and produced a phone.

"Yeah, it's me. I slipped it into her coffee. She'll be ready tonight. I trust you'll have my money ready?"

Jimmy silently opened his eyes, staring off towards the set. Nancy's bare hips were on display as she slipped around the sofa, hiding behind her desk. She was safe there, props specifically placed to hint, but not quite show, her nudity for the rest of the evening. To the audience at home, anyway. To anyone in the studio -- guests, audience members, staff -- she was completely on display for anyone brave enough to look.

Three people had been fired or transferred to other shows this week alone.

"Oh, don't worry. I'm sure she deserves whatever you have planned."

Down by The Old Fishin' Hole

Big Tom whistled to himself as he walked down the old country road. The sun was just peeking up above the horizon, with a hint of dew covering the leaves and old wooden fence along the side of the road. He turned around the bend towards the lake outside of town, and stopped dead in his tracks.

"Mmmph? Mm Mm-mm mmrm?" Hello? Is someone there?

Big Tom stared at the pert set of freckled buttocks that lay in the grass next to his favorite sitting stone. The young girl the buttocks were attached to squirmed as she turned to look at him, her hands stuck fast to her naked ass, all while her upper arms seemed stuck steadfast to her legs, forcing her into an extremely lewd, oddly pyramid-shaped posture.

"Mmmnn! MmnnMmmmNmMmnM!" Oh thank god, I've been stuck here for hours!

Big Tom nodded as he walked next to her, sitting down on his favorite rock. He gingerly placed the large cooler next to him, laying his fishing pole on top of it. Wordlessly, he reached into his coat, pulling out an old pipe, which he filled with a fine powder and started puffing on.

"Mmmm, Mmm, Mmmnhm Mm Mmm!" Listen, I know this sounds weird, but they did something to me, and I... I have this tingle...

"Ya see lass," Big Tom said in his deep Irish accent, "I always wondered what it felt like to be a fish."

"Mmmmh?" Huh?

"Yeah, you see, to have something pink, and wiggling, and delicious just appear in front of you one day. Only suddenly whammo, there's a hook." He grinned, taking a puff. "Tell me lass, where's your hook?"

"Mmmh? Mm mm m mmm..." Hook? I don't understand...

"I mean lass, do you have friends over the next hill waiting to rob me blind? Or maybe to take pictures, try and let the missus know I've been dallying around with strange tarts?"

"Mm, mm mmm mmh mmmmmmn!" No, it was these aliens...

"Or perhaps this is some prank, or someone trying to get you hurt?" Big Tom leaned over, staring at the young girl's hands. "It looks like they used some sort of glue on your hands, and I don't have anything that would take off glue."

"Mmm MMMM Mmm!" They WERE glue!

"Hm hm hm." Tom said as he bit on his pipe. "It looks like they did quite the number on you."

He reached out and put a hand on her ass as he turned her gently, looking at where her arms were glued to her legs. Unfortunately for the girl, his hands went a little too close, and her hips bucked nearly on their own, rubbing herself against his hand. She let out a low, mumbled, moan as the tingle and itch finally subsided a little bit.

"Woooah, lass. If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were liking this." Tom frowned, holding his pipe in one hand and noticing how damp his other hand was. "This your doing? Your idea of fun?"

"Mmm mm mm mmm! Mmm mmm mmm, Mmm m Mmnh!" No, there's a tingle and an itch down there, and I can't reach it!

"Ya even managed to braid your hair."

"Mmm mm M m mm mMn! Mm Mmmm m mMm mmnh!" It was goo! They rubbed some sort of alien hair gel in and it stuck that way!

"You do understand that I don't speak 'mmm,' right lass?" Big Tom sighed as he sat back down. "Well girl, ya don't look like the sort who would like this sorta thing, even though you seem to be liking it all the same."

"Mm Mm Mmmmm..." It's the tingle...

"Well... I suppose I could take ye back home. See if the missus can't find something to melt glue. Maybe diesel fuel and a rag. If that don't work, we'll get you to the doctor in the city. Sound good?"

"Mmm!" Yes!

"Ah, good. Well then," Tom said as he hefted his cooler and pole in one hand. "Up ya go!"

"mmmh!?" Huh?! The young girl mmmhed as Big Tom, in one swoop, lifted her over his shoulder and wrapped his arm around her torso. She was stuck looking backwards, only to realize Tom's village was shrinking in the distance, as Big Tom continued his walk to the lake.

"Mmmmm!?" Hey, wait?!

"Ah, about that lass." Big Tom said, grinning a cheeky grin. "It's a great day to go fishing, and I intend to get at least enough for supper. Don't you worry none, my favorite spot is a secret, no one will catch ya. Besides, if you're going to go around gluing yourself like a pretzel with no kit on, you should get some sun on those cheeks."

"Mmm, mmm mhm!" But, I'm still stuck!

"You're lucky that I went fishin' today lass." Big Tom said as he patted the young girl reassuringly. "This lake is also where all the boys from the local schools go swimmin'. Another hour or two and you would have had quite a different audience."

Their Number 1 Fan

The aliens, high above the Earth, had a quandary. Ever since the Receptor Project had started, there had been steady attempts at contact from the humans below. While they had steadfastly refused all such attempts at contact so far, this one was interesting.

"Hello? Are you up there?" A young woman's voice came over the Alien's communications system, transmitted by archaic radio waves. "I'm your biggest fan, and I have some questions."

The strange young girl had taken herself outside of her civilization, taking a temporary dwelling made out of processed plant matter as well as primitive optics and communication gear. Other than that, she had fastened strange messages both in rocks on the ground around her, and on sheets of pressed plant matter. She had been broadcasting fairly regularly over the past few planetary orbits.

While certainly some of the receptor girls had been less startled than others, none had openly embraced their new fates. Still, if this young woman was that interested...

...

Ella sighed as she put down the radio microphone. She had spent the past two days in the forests outside of town with the most expensive radio equipment she could buy, the antenna pointed directly upwards.

According to the interviews she read online, the abductee girls all had the same story. They suddenly found themselves restrained, then kidnapped by strange beings from beyond the stars. These beings were apparently kind, even gentle, but invariably the girls were poked, prodded, and set loose back on Earth after the aliens did something to them.

Ella had decided that it had to be a cultural misunderstanding. The poses must be accidental, the girls' strange nudity must be due to some decontamination protocol combined with lack of understanding modesty, and the rest had to be some kind of... well... perhaps the aliens thought we could release the girls after they were safely transported?

Years of Star Trek and Larry Niven stories had convinced her -- Humanity couldn't afford first contact to be a disaster over some sort of silly misunderstanding like this. So she had started cataloging all the information she could about these mysterious aliens that the abductee girls all described, as well as as much information she could get about the abductee girls themselves.

There was no rhyme or reason to the abductions, only that the girls vanished for several days or weeks, and returned ... different. The only thing she could really find is that the aliens seemed to prefer out of the way places -- much like her campsite.

She had spent all her money on what her friends and family had called a silly obsession. This was her last weekend -- she had spent her last savings on this new radio and camping gear, and had agreed: if she still had no luck this time, she would leave attempting to contact the aliens to the specialists out there.

It was due to these depressing thoughts that she didn't quite notice the glowing disc above her head for a full minute.

"Oh my god," Ella said as she stood up, knocking her chair over as she did. "They're real."

The strange disc of light spun and opened, revealing a different color in a perfectly spherical hole at it's bottom. Ella gazed up into it.

"I... I come in peace!" Ella said, enthralled. "I want to learn more about you!"

The light seemed to shimmer and shift as something came out of the hole. Before Ella could move...

SPLORT

... A torrent of a strange ooze poured over her head, slapping into the ground around her with a wet thud, drenching her and her campsite. Ella began sputtering and gasping for air, even as she flung large globs of the strange gel off her face. Her glasses went along with a larger glob, landing with a wet plop near her.

The sound of her tent collapsing next to her caused her to spin around to stare at it. She watched in fascination as the green material melted away to nothing, joining a pile of camping equipment floating in a large puddle of odd slime.

"Acid?" Ella muttered as she stepped back, her bare feet squishing in the muddy ooze. Pausing again, she glanced down, recoiling with shock as her naked body came into view, the tattered remnants of her clothing floating at her feet in the ooze.

"No... No, you don't understand," she said as she slapped her hands across her nudity. "I'm here to communicate! I'm your biggest fan! I'm not..." She paused as she tried to move her arms and discovered they were stuck tight to her body. "I'm not one of those girls! I'm a scientist!"

Ella's frantic attempts to move her arms away from her chest and nethers caused her to twist, and with the slimy mud under her, she slipped -- causing her legs to slap together with a squishy sound. She didn't have to even try moving them to know they were stuck fast.

"I don't... I don't understand..." Ella muttered, even as she felt the sticky feeling on her lips. She didn't bother trying to open them again.

...

Some time later, after certain onlookers were sure she was quite unable to move, the spherical hole opened again. Long, slender tentacles seemed to fill the hole, with a orb containing a cute... thing inside it following. Ella watched in rapt amazement as the strange tentacles plucked her off the muddy ground with ease, pulling her towards the hole.

Moments later, the light blinked out of existence. Outside of the remnants of some camping equipment, there was no sign of anyone having been to the encampment at all.

...

The aliens rejoiced as the young girl was carefully loaded in the ship through the wormhole system. It was not their favorite way to subdue the strange solid creatures, but it seemed to work just as well as a standard glue trap. And besides, who were they to deny someone who so clearly wanted to be a Receptor? Frankly, it was an interesting change of pace to have the girls come to them.

...

Several days later, Ella woke up with a start. She could feel the grass under her bare skin, and could see the remnants of her campsite around her, even from her grass-eye view.

She was still utterly naked. She had tried to beg her strange hosts for some form of covering, but between her mouth being stuck shut and their differing cultures, she just couldn't get it through to them.

Worse still, she could see it in her hosts' eyes -- they seemed to be taking some sort of perverse joy in her predicament, leering as they poked and prodded her! And she was hardly alone -- all around her were other girls, each being treated in the same way! She had watched dozens of girls get... played with, posed, glued tight, and sent away, each in a more and more lewd pose. It became quite clear after a few hours that the poses weren't accidental, weren't accidental at all -- the aliens were intentionally posing the girls that way!

She had to warn the authorities -- the aliens were real, and they were perverts!

Ella reached forward to push herself off the ground. She would have to find some form of clothing, hopefully before her friends came to her campsite on Monday to find her. Hopefully some of her camping supplies had survived.

... Or rather, she tried to reach forward. With a tug, Ella found her hands stuck firmly to the sides of her naked hips and her arms stuck to her torso. She twisted and contorted, seeing her hands just barely out of the corner of her eye as she did so. Her hands were coated in some sort of translucent gel, along with a small part of her hips, like a slimy mitten. Worse, she could see -- and feel -- that her legs had a similar treatment, with her ankles glued to the back of her hips, the sticky sensation running all the way down her legs to the back of her knees.

Both her arms and legs were completely immobilized against her body, like a hogtie except with the strange gooey glue that all the girls seemed to have with them.

She couldn't move. All she could really do was squirm in place, scraping her body against the grass as she did so.

Ella tried to scream but found her mouth wouldn't open. No doubt the same gel was spread across her lips, like all the other abductees.

"No, no, no..." Ella screamed in her mind, "Not like this! I'm not just some random girl, I'm... I'm..."

Ella placed her head down softly on the grass as she realized no one could hear her -- and no one would be hearing her for a long, long time.

"I'm in a lot of trouble."