Alien Abductions/KiTA's Stories/Next Channel 2

From Grigbertz

Ocean-crest Apartments, around 11:40 PM

Nancy sipped at her glass of red wine, the summer breeze tickling across her skin. Behind her, her apartment's TV played her own voice behind her as the evening's show continued on.

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

You could tell there were two tracks, Nancy thought to herself. The canned applause interfered with the audience's actual applause. They would crucify her show online for it, she just knew it.

She'd have to have some audio engineer fired for that one.

The interview went well. He had spent 10 minutes doing standup mocking her nudity, her rivalry with Natalie, and the absurdity that there was not one, but TWO naked TV hosts now. Exactly how they had rehearsed it. Then he had spent another 10 minutes openly leering at her body. Worse, she could do nothing but let him do it, as any attempts at hiding would have ruined her ruse.

She turned and walked back to her couch, turning the channel with a flourish. Instantly, Natalie's breasts filled the screen. Unlike Nancy's show, Natalie's nudity went uncensored on cable TV, something that was scandalous enough to triple her ratings for the first month.

Winters repeated that in every meeting, but she had refused every single time. It was bad enough letting guests and the audience see her, she would be damned before she let the entire world see her nudity.

"I'm wearing my new 'Rivers of Cotton' blouse," Natalie's voice said as she flexed and posed, "part of my Summer Peek-a-boo collection, exclusive to our friends at Macy's."

Nancy glared at the screen, watching Natalie's little show. The idea of merchandise... she honestly hadn't thought about it. Natalie's unique "half naked" condition made clothing deals possible, and very profitable. Nancy grumbled.

I wish I had thought of that before we started this, she thought to herself as she sipped at her wine. Not that it was supposed to be her on stage...

"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."

She clicked the mute button on the TV in a huff. Idiotic. The sooner she finished her book, the better. Still, she had to admit her naked competition looked... downright cute in that outfit. There was a certain... bravery in how she handled herself now, she had to admit. It was... strangely respectable.

Nancy's cellphone started buzzing away on her coffee table, knocking her out of her train of thought.

Unknown Caller, the display blinked. She glanced at it suspiciously and put it to her ear. "Hello?"

"Nancy Yamamoto?" The voice on the other end was oddly metallic sounding. A voice changer, Nancy thought with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, who is this?"

"If you want to understand Natalie and the abductee girls, be at Cherished Memories Campgrounds in 1 hour."

"What? Who is this?" Nancy glanced again at the phone. "How did you get this number?!"

"If you want to understand Natalie and the abductee girls, be at Cherished Memories Campgrounds in 1 hour."

The phone went dead. Nancy stared at it for a second. A scoop about the abductees? And Natalie? What journalist wouldn't want in on that?

She stood up and immediately hesitated. Her long, braided wig was at work, leaving her with her real hair -- a short pixie cut. It made it easier to sneak out of the studio, but the same anonymity would now work against her. Worse, whoever this was would be expecting a naked celebrity TV host, not... her "assistant."

And what if whoever this contact was then broke her cover?

Nancy licked her lips, ignoring the sharp taste of copper as she glanced over at Natalie on the TV. Natalie's breasts were swaying slightly as she held up some newspaper, obviously in the middle of some skit. The woman's sickening grin seemed to dig into her. The fact that her ratings were double Nancy's made it even worse.

A scoop... About those nutjobs. Including Natalie, Nancy thought silently.

Without a second thought, Nancy grabbed her keys and stormed out into the night.

...

A short time afterwards, hidden in orbit roughly above a secluded park, an alien intelligence watched Nancy's car pull up.

The alien's language is a fluid sort, utterly alien and difficult to comprehend by humans. The alien's name could be communicated three separate ways, depending on if one was communicating verbally, visually, or via mind-link, each equivalent and yet each completely and utterly different from each other.

We'll call him Bob. It's close enough.

Bob bubbled happily as Nancy exited her car, his flesh turning a deep shade of purple. His direct visual scan confirmed what weeks of remote scans and in depth review of her Audio Visual communications had hinted at:

... Nancy was absolutely perfect!

...

Nancy glanced around the deserted campsites, looking for some hint of her contact. She hadn't seen anyone in the half hour of driving it took to get to the camp, the roads being eerily empty as she drove on through the summer night. There were no other cars at the campsite, either, just empty wilderness and forest as far as she could see.

There didn't seem to be a human for miles around.

A strange music-like noise, haunting and electronic, waived slowly across the campgrounds. Nancy spun around, glancing towards one of the clearings.

"Hello?" She wet her lips as a strange taste of copper filled her mouth. Shaking her head, she walked down the dirt path.

In the center of the clearing, bits of some kind of equipment were strewn about, along with what used to be some form of tent -- it's canvas being completely weathered away. A broken antenna lay on top of a toppled telescope. Pieces of magazines with names like "Open Minds" and "UFO Quarterly." A sign, faded but readable, stated "Welcome Aliens" in garish colors.

Was her contact some sort of UFO nut? Nancy thought as she stepped into the center of the clearing. As she did, the strange noise returned, faintly on the wind. A strange tingle ran up and down her back as she listened to it.

"Hel--mmpm?" The copper taste filled Nancy's mouth even as her tongue seemed to slow and her lips seemed to stick gently together.

What the hell, she thought to herself as she brought a hand up to her mouth. She tried to prod her lips apart and found she couldn't. The only thing that stopped her rising panic was the strange sensation of something oozing between her toes.

With a start, Nancy glanced downwards. Her feet were sinking slowly into the dirt, the hard ground seeming to ripple and wave despite retaining the appearance of dirt and gravel. Worse, her socks and shoes seemed to be melting away even as her feet sank deeper into the strange ground, a trail of smoke and some sort of shoe colored liquid flowing away from where the dirt surrounded her foot.

"Jesus," Nancy failed to shout as she tried to jump away from the strange ground, her movement having the same success. Her feet stuck handily into the ground, her body only not falling down by her frantically waving her arms for balance. Staring in awe, she pulled one foot slowly up, the gravel, dirt, and leaves seeming to come up with her bare foot, following it like some sort of rubber glob.

With an audible "pop," a square corner of the "ground" in front of Nancy sprang free, launching Nancy into a sitting position before she could move. Instantly, she felt her hands sink into the ground, the strange ooze engulfing them. Worse, she felt a strange warmth on her hips where she landed in the ground, followed nearly instantly by the feel of slime against her bare flesh.

She stared on in awe as a straight line of "dirt" peeled into the air as the ground underneath her seemed to roll back, flowing and rippling, like a piece of paper had been laid out across the ground.

Like a... glue trap... Nancy realized in horror. Instantly, she twisted, the ooze engulfing her hands stretching but not letting go, like melted cheese. Worse, her hips were stuck fast to the ground, leaving her unable to even wiggle as the corner of the "ground" she had pulled up landed on top of her legs with an audible, wet, plop. She watched fascinated as the fabric of her jeans seemed to sizzle, smoke, and melt away wherever the material touched the ooze, leaving her skin visible through the semi-transparent jelly. It felt warm and tingled, but it didn't hurt.

No, no no no, Nancy screamed silently as she tried to stand back up, her struggles doing little more than pulling the edges behind her upwards, off the real ground. With a sickening sound, the sudden change of resistance caused Nancy to fall forward and to the side, the strange ooze landing on her back, pushing her down into the ooze that was in front of her.

Nancy pushed off the ground, using her wrapped up legs and hands against the real dirt under whatever this strange false material was, but the center of the strange material remained stuck to the ground tightly -- within seconds, she found herself wrapped up tightly by the gentle, but inescapable clutches of the strange slime.

...

Some time later, Nancy stared on in silent horror as a bright circle of light opened above her. She couldn't move an inch as long tentacles silently plucked her off the ground, pulling her ever closer to the gaping hole.

...

Bob jiggled in glee, watching Nancy sleep peacefully, her body tightly restrained against the wall of one of the ship's art studios. Her skin was flawless, her body petite and beautiful.

It was a dream come true to find material this good.

Another alien wobbled over to Bob, staring at the young woman. "This is the girl who has been trying to destroy our Natalie?" It fizzled in something akin to annoyance.

Bob bubbled back. "Hey, her show is much better than Natalie's anyway! She has much better jokes and her interviews are more hard hitting."

The other alien turned a shade of green. "No way, she's just a knockoff!"

"She perfected the formula!"

The two stared at each other, as close to angry as their advanced race ever got. A third alien walked by, Bob and his friend turning to him as he did. "Hey, you! Do you watch Natalie or Nancy on the visualports?"

The blob cocked it's head slightly. "Conan!"

It jiggled and bubbled as it laughed, Bob and the other alien watching it walk away unamused. "Weirdo." Both said, shaking their heads.

Bob turned to the other alien. "Still, we have to help this poor girl." He jiggled and bubbled. "Can't you see she's confused? She thinks she's a special project like Natalie."

"True, she does seem to be confused..." The alien rippled, looking at the mind scans. "Will you be turning her into a receptor? She is suitable, and she would be safe from her delusions, then."

"No," Bob gurgled smugly, "I have a much better idea..."

Bob watched intently as the nano-goo slowly seeped into Nancy's skin, permanently bonding with it and the tissues underneath. Above, the goo slowly worked it's magic on the strange fur these aliens had on their craniums, causing it to grow at an enhanced rate. With a wave of one tentacle, the fur on the rest of her body silently melted away, the follicles being permanently disabled by the goo.

There was something fascinating about this, Bob thought to himself as he programmed the nanites that would shape Nancy's life from now on. It was strangely... different setting up one of these special project girls, leaving them to grow in their own unique way while still implementing restrictions and incentives. The Earthians had some name for it...

Bonsai?

He bubbled happily as he continued his work. Nancy's hair shaped itself slowly into the long braid that her false hair was designed around. From now on, it would naturally grow into this shape, and no further. If she changed it, or somehow removed it, it would regenerate much like her flesh, returning to this shape over the course of one to two planetary cycles.

The alien watched as a fresh layer of clear goo flowed across Nancy's skin. The Foreign Material Emancipation Grid. Unlike Natalie, no part of Nancy's body was spared coverage. Bob wobbled as he watched it permanently bond with every cell of her skin tissue; Nancy would be naked for the rest of her life, her delusion about being a special project girl being solved by simply making it true.

He bubbled slightly as her skin then took on a slightly shiny, wet look -- she did something to her body before each show to make it shine, she would never have to again, a little gift from him.

A data file slowly transferred to Nancy's new nanite matrix, the same data file used in Natalie. It had the standard modifications, the protection of health, the regeneration, the... incentives to receive human male DNA. Bob grinned as he slipped a slimy tentacle against Nancy's nipples, a sudden flash of inspiration coming to him. In a flash, a new and unique data file transferred over to Nancy's nanites, and instantly the sensitivity in Nancy's skin and erogenous zones increased sharply and permanently. He bubbled more as a second file added a time adjustment -- for the rest of her life, the longer Nancy went without release, the more and more sensitive her body would become.

Yes, it was definitely fascinating, Bob bubbled to himself as inspiration seemed to pour into him. The nanites in Nancy's body could be programmed to do any number of things, he thought as he created data file after data file. She, and other special project girls, could be restrained in any number of ways while leaving them technically free. It wasn't quite the same as the beautiful works of art that the receptor girls were, but it was fascinating in it's own way.

Meanwhile, oblivious to the perverse inspiration taking place in front of her, Nancy's nanites happily received some of these strange data files, along with their strange conditions and reflexes, which would become her new reality.

...

Nancy awoke with a start, fading dreams of blob-like aliens and grinning faces fading as she sat up, glancing around. She was in the middle of the campground still, having somehow been laying out along the top of one of the picnic tables. The sky was beginning to brighten -- day would be here soon.

A gentle breeze tickled her naked skin, bringing her into the moment. She slapped her arms across her bare flesh, yelping in shock as she felt a sharp sting bite into her arms. Nancy glanced down, the sight of her hairless -- hairless?! -- and exposed nethers causing her to reel with shock. She could remember... something. Something happened. There was a clearing, and a noise, and...

She tasted copper as she tried, and failed, to remember much past the noise. Where had her clothes gone? What had happened?

Nancy noticed her phone, keys, and various pieces of plastic and metal she had carried were in a pile next to where she sat. Strangely, her wallet was gone, but the plastic contents of it were intact. Shaking her head, Nancy scooped the metal into her hands, running for the safety of her car.

Something was decidedly weird here, and she would get to the bottom of it. But... only after she was home and safe, and decidedly more dressed.

She was so quick to get to her car that she failed to notice her new, knee length braided ponytail that bobbed behind her, tickling her hips, the tingle that threatened to burst into pain whenever she posed just right, or the strange oil-like shine that covered her body. If she had, she would have recognized, in a flash, that she now looked exactly the same as her stage persona.

And would, for a very, very long time.