She Was Only A Clown Chapter 46

SHE WAS ONLY A CLOWN is a special serialized novella presented in weekly installments every Saturday. Click here to read chapter 1, click here to read chapter 2, click here to read chapter 3, click here to read chapter 4, click here to read chapter 5, click here to read chapters 6 an 7, click here to read chapters 8 and 9, click here to read chapters 10 and 11, click here to read chapters 12 thru 14, click here to read chapters 15 and 16, click here to read chapters 17 and 18, click here to read chapters 19 thru 21, click here to read chapters 22 and 23, click here to read chapters 24 and 25, click here to read chapters 26 and 27, click here to read chapters 28 and 29, click here to read chapters 30 thru 32, click here to read chapters 33 and 34, click hereto read chapter 35, click here to read chapter 36, click here to read chapter 37, click hereto read chapter 38, click here to read chapter 39, click here to read chapter 40, click here to read chapter 41, click here to read chapter 42, click here to read chapter 43 and click here to read chapters 44 and 45. 

Chapter 46

Mark’s the dude who fucked you in the woods, right? He seems like a bad guy!” Kiana yelled, still keeping her death-grip around Elwood’s neck while he hovered in the air in front of the Mark Nelson face made of fetus-creatures.

He’s the worst,” Elwood whispered.

How’d he get in here?”

I don’t know,” Elwood said, growing his body larger, causing Kiana’s grip around his neck to break. She had to scramble onto his back to keep from falling into the boiling pinkness below.

In just a moment, Elwood’s flapping, hovering form was as tall as the mammoth Mark Nelson fetus-face bearing down on him. “But I’m going to have to fight him. You need to find my body. You need to finish this.”

How? What do I do once I find you?”

Before Elwood could respond, A giant fist the size of a dump truck made of fetuses erupted from the tentacle floor, racing at lightning speed toward Elwood’s new giant form.

Quickly Elwood snatched Kiana from his back, now large enough to fit her entire body in the palm of his hand, and threw her as hard as he could at Mark’s ugly face. Screaming and flailing, Kiana smashed through one of Mark’s fetus-eyes, causing the amorphous thing to screech in pain as the creatures that made up his eyeball exploded on impact.

Elwood wasn’t fast enough to avoid the fist, though. Still as big as Elwood’s entire torso, it hit him with enough force to send him flying backwards more than a hundred yards. He bounced to a stop, squishing hundreds of fetus-things to a bloody, pulpy smear where he landed.

Elwood grabbed his head. His vision swam from the intensity of the sound of the psychic screams of the creatures he’d just obliterated. He was now so mentally in tune with the Entity, he could feel the deaths of the souls trapped inside the fetus-creatures. Whole civilizations were being wiped out by Mark’s possession of their bodies and the utter destruction it was wreaking on the spirits inside.

Suddenly the standing wave of pink liquid receded. The awful face of Mark Nelson receded, too. The fist collapsed back down to the tentacle floor, leaving the fetus things it was composed of dead or dying in puddles of the pink stuff.

What rose in their place was a naked body just taller than the giant that Elwood had become. The fetuses fused together, giving the new form a rough shape. Wailing faces, little arms and legs and nearly whole bodies jutted off this new thing, making it horrible to look at.

Mark Nelson, made flesh once again.

Whas’a’matter, faggot? Got yerself a little headache?”

Elwood found it impossible to concentrate fully or focus on the threat in front of him. The mere act of Mark giving himself a body made of thousands of trapped souls was torturous. Elwood felt every step, every breath Mark took because the fetuses all mangled together felt them.

As Mark walked closer to where Elwood lay broken and damaged, the mutated redneck’s cock grew to an obscene length and thickness until it dragged on the ground behind him between his legs.

He stopped several yards from the downed astral-man. “Ain’t got nothin’ to say, huh? Shit, I didn’t come all the way up here inside this whatever-the-fuck we’re in just to be ignored.”

Elwood rolled onto his back and opened his eyes just in time to see Mark reeling his enormous schlong up into his hand like some kind of perverted laso.

Mark slapped the van-sized cockhead into his open hand with a wet, meaty thud sending new and powerful waves of agony through Elwood’s mind.

This time, faggot. I’mma fuck you till you die from it.” Mark tapped the lengthy dickhead against his temple. “The big voice in my head tells me that’s what I was sent here to do. Fuck ya ta death.” Mark smiled. His teeth made of fetus-creatures wailed. “You gonna like that, though, ain’tcha faggot? You been waiting for me up here all this time playin’ hard ta get. Really you was wantin’ to die down there on planet Earth first time I fucked ya, huh? That’s what the big voice tells me. Tells me you love this big ole dick. Tells me I ain’t gotta be ashamed of fuckin’ on dudes anymore. Ain’t nobody up here give a rat’s fuck-ass what I be fuckin’. Says I can fuck on dudes forever up here!”

Elwood had to act. He pushed away the intolerable psychic torture permeating his being. He concentrated his thoughts on his best memory in the same way he’d instructed Kiana to when she was panicked and trapped inside the fetus-pod.


In Elwood’s memory, uncle Jeff was still alive and their relationship was still strong because the awful thing that happened to young Jake hadn’t happened yet.

On this day, the sun was shining bright and no one had insulted or beaten up Elwood on his way home from school. It was as perfect an afternoon as was possible in Elwood small, dreadful life in Hopp’s county Illinois.

With Elwood’s parents inside and Jake taking a nap, Jeff and Elwood hung out together in the back yard under the shadow of the barn that would eventually take Jeff’s life and provide Elwood with a reclusive nest in which he could hide from the whole world.

But on that day, it simply provided the two with shade from the bright sun and relief from the sweltering hot day.

Listen, kid,” Jeff had said. Jeff always called Elwood kid, not in a condescending way, but in a soft, endearing way. Like, “I know what you’re going through and I promise it’ll get better.” And even though it never got better, Elwood never got tired of hearing it.

I wanna give you something. I think you’re old enough now. Not old enough to understand the material. Fuck I’m almost 30 and I still don’t understand the material. But old enough to take care of it and not trash it, ok?”

Elwood nodded. He found it best if he didn’t talk a lot, even to Jeff. The more he opened his mouth the more trouble seemed to come his way. He spent his days only engaged in reality enough to get clothes on, get to school, eat, and get home. And some days even those minor tasks seemed impossible to perform.

Jeff reached into a box he’d brought out back with them and pulled out a small collection of comic books sealed in boarded bags. “This is issue 1 through 35 of the coolest comic book you’re ever gonna read. It’s called The Maxx. It’s about a homeless dude and the busty blonde social worker he’s in love with who bails him out of jail when he gets arrested for sleeping in alleys.”

Elwood took the comics, but looked skeptical at the cover of issue 1 after Jeff’s description.

I know that doesn’t sound very cool but Maxx thinks he’s a powerful superhero in another dimension and there’s this weirdo bad guy named Mr. Gone who uses these little eyeless creatures called Izzes to do all his evil shit for him.”

Izzes?” Elwood said, thumbing through the covers.

There’s so many layers to the story. It’s all symbolism and allegory mixed in with some kind of twisted feminist theory. I don’t know man. You’ll love the fights Maxx has with the monsters in the Outback but… I just think you’ll connect with him. Maxx is… he’s off, like you, kid. Not in a bad way. Like in the everyone’s a hero to someone, somewhere kind of way. You know?”

Elwood looked at his uncle trying to figure out if he’d just been insulted or praised.

Jeff set his mouth, himself seeming unsure if he’d just called his nephew a loser to his face or not. “All I’m trying to say is I love you, kid. And I want you to have my favorite comic book of all time and I want you to take care of it. Maybe some day you’ll have some kids of your own and you can pass em down to them or something. Fuck I’m terrible at this. Just read the fuckers, ok?”


No one had ever given Elwood a gift like that before and no one ever would again. Sure his parents got him Christmas and birthday presents but it was always socks or clothes or generic board games. Never anything… personal. Never something that showed Elwood that anyone truly understood his character and personality.

Elwood took the comics to his room and read every issue that night. As Jeff had said, he didn’t quite understand what he was reading, but he loved the fight scenes and the cool monsters. Mr. Gone and the Izzes were great and The Maxx gave him a warm, fuzzy feeling of kinship. As he lay in bed that night he wished as hard as he could that he would wake up in the Outback a hero strong enough to save Julie the Jungle Queen.

But when he woke the next day, he was simply Elwood and Elwood he would stay. But he did keep the comics. He read them after Jake’s accident. After Jeff’s suicide. After Elwood’s move into the barn. He would still read the Maxx from time to time even as he developed his fatal plan to become a stalking clown on Halloween.

And inside that barn is where those comic books currently sat. They’d survived every awful thing his shit life had thrown at him and Elwood would make damn sure they would survive this alien threat to the entire planet Earth.

Mark Nelson, the Entity, they could kill his body, rob him of his soul, but these motherfuckers would not have his Maxx comic books.


While Mark continued to ramble about his newfound acceptance of his homosexuality, Elwood curled the metaphysical bat wings attached to his back into fists. Then solidified the fists into enormous clubs complete with jagged spikes. Kneeling forward, Elwood launched the twin flesh-missiles from their stalks on his back directly into Mark’s chattering fetus-face.

The flesh-weapons exploded, taking with them Mark’s head, his right arm and most of his chest, leaving nothing but a naked giant with legs, one arm and the biggest dick Elwood had ever seen.

The psychic pain was the worst Elwood had experienced yet. He felt the death of every soul on a planet called Rixonia-Five-One-Seven. Rixonia had been a forest planet with trees so large they grew up from the bottom of the planet’s oceans and extended up into its atmosphere, giving the entire planet a shaggy, green appearance even from space.

The dominant species on Rixonia had been a hairy, marsupial people who used oversized teeth and claws to dig and burrow out city-sized colonies right inside the trunks of the trees. The Entity had caused mass chaos on that planet by convincing the Rixonians that a new type of semi-aquatic termite-like insect had infested the root systems of the majority of the planet’s trees.

The Rixonians had mercilessly fought each other over what they believed to be the few healthy, sustainable trees left to live in. The Entity had particularly enjoyed the flavor of that planet’s agony and misery.

Elwood knew this because the Entity knew this. And now the Rixonians were gone forever, every last mind obliterated in the explosion caused by Elwood himself. And yet, their loss was in vain.

No sooner had Elwood recovered from the psychic onslaught of the Rixonians’ deaths than the mangled body of Mark Nelson began to regenerate. Pink fluid geysered up from the jagged edges of his mangled trunk, and yet the headless body continued to walk forward, giant cock still swinging nonchalantly in his remaining hand.

Soon the geysering fluid gave way to an awful gurgling sound which produced pink froth and bubbles from the wounds. The gurgling gave way to laughing and then Mark’s ugly head, complete with shit-eating grin oozed its way up out of the mess of his torso along with a new arm. In seconds his body was whole again. In another second, he stood directly in front of Elwood.

The two impossibly tall men faced one another without speaking, both naked, one lythe and muscular, a sheen of sweat adding an air of aesthetic beauty to his form. The other a hideous amalgamation of equally hideous little fetal versions of himself, all asymmetrical, bulbous edges and puss-dripping, nauseating corners.

Elwood pushed the deaths of the Rixonians out of his mind. Silently he came to terms with the fact that he may have to slay dozens more civilizations inside the Entity in order to defeat it. He would kill a hundred billion more worlds here if it meant he could save his own.

He concentrated on the image of the Maxx comics in his barn. His dream had been to wake up in another world a hero. And here he was. He was the Maxx. The entity’s mind was the Outback. His dream had come true. He was a hero. And his Julie Winters? His jungle queen? Not Kiana. Kiana could take care of herself. She was as doomed as he and as instrumental in defeating the entity as he was himself.

No, his jungle queen was the Earth itself. All of the souls here were as dead as he was. Ghosts. Echos of worlds long eaten by the alien beast threatening the future of his own world. But Earth lived! As long as Elwood’s mind remained, the Entity would not have it!

Elwood grinned, empowered by these thoughts. He raised his fists and faced his lifelong bully, Mark Nelson head on, ready to fight until the bitter end.

And that’s when Mark threw his rope-like dick and stabbed Elwood directly in the heart.


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She Was Only A Clown Chapters 44 And 45

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Chapter 44

Elwood pleasured Kiana for a long time. He was relieved that he found her sexually attractive. More relieved than he’d expected to be. He’d been shy and awkward and ugly his entire life. He’d never even considered the possibility of bringing another human being physical pleasure. But being inside of the mind of the Entity had changed him. He was only just beginning to realize how much.

After, they lay together in each other’s arms, stewing in each other’s fluids. Eventually Kiana looked up in Elwood’s face. “I was gonna kill you, ya know?”

Elwood smiled. “When?”

When you first pulled out your little dick. I was thinking about biting it off. I ain’t never bit no dick off before. Figured since I’m technically dead anyway, might as well make my last rodeo something to remember.”

Elwood laughed hard enough that his chest made Kiana’s head bounce up and down. “Well, why didn’t you?”

Shoot,” she said, finally lifting her body off his. “Once I remembered you could make your wiener as big as you wanted I knew I was in for a hell of a show.”

So since I made you cum a bunch, you don’t want to kill me anymore?”

Fuck yeah I still wanna kill you, man,” she said, stretching her arms above her head, deep smile creeping across her face. “But it wouldn’t be any fun if I told you when.”

I’ll try to keep that in mind,” Elwood said, standing. “Now we’ve got to get to work.”

What’d you have planned, sugar?” Kiana asked, standing up on wobbly legs. She put her hands out to keep her balance so she wouldn’t go toppling over into one of the gross people-pods all around her feet.

Elwood reached into the soupy pink liquid of the flesh-pod nearest to him, his astral hand passing right through the cloudy shell. He fished around for a moment, then pulled out a shimmering thread that looked like the one he’d laid for Kiana to follow inside the psychic storm. “I’ve been laying these all throughout this hive. While you were in the storm. While you and I were inside your nightmare. I’ve been here, connecting each of these pods together with my mental threads.”

Ok,” Kiana said, crossing her arms, puzzled look on her face. “Why?”

At first I didn’t know. I only had this vague, murky notion that I should be doing it. The Entity did everything it could to keep the memory of its weakness away from me. But I dug and dug inside its mind until I found what I was looking for.”

And that is?” Kiana said, her looking of puzzlement already turning to boredom.

A device was laid inside this thing’s body many hundreds of thousands, maybe millions of years ago. It’s a device that’s withstood time, space and all of the alien’s powers. A device that will destroy the Entity from the inside out, giving it no hope of regeneration. I found it and I’ve connected it to every pod inside this tentacle. If I had the time, I’d connect every single body stored here, but I don’t. I think what I’ve done will be enough.”

So there’s a bomb in here and you’re going to blow us up? You really think that’s going to work?” Kiana asked, indignant.

I know it will. That’s what it was designed to do. Come with me. I’ll show you how to set it off in case we get separated or something happens to me.”

Why would something happen to you?” Kiana asked, following closely behind Elwood as he tracked his mind-thread across the vast expanse of flesh-pods.

Elwood didn’t answer.


So,” Kiana said, trailing a bit behind Elwood, seemingly lost in thought. “Let me see if I’ve got all this straight.”

Ok,” Elwood said, slowing down his pace.

We’re dead.”

Correct. Or as good as. The entity would keep our minds alive inside these creatures forever if we allowed it to live. It would suck the life-essences out of every human on planet Earth, then consume the whole world itself before moving on to another solar system to feed again.”

Uh, huh,” Kiana said, looking more confused than before. “And… This is real-space now? In here? We’re actually walking around inside its body? This isn’t some mind illusion or nightmare?”

That’s right.”

And we’re thousands of miles above Earth? Floating out in space?”


But we can still shape-shift and fly around and do all that cool shit we were doing inside the psychic storm. I don’t understand.”

One of the entity’s powers is the ability to occupy many dimensions at once. It’s what protected it against Thalos’s weaponry the day 917416 created it. These projections of our mind that we’ve created exist outside our own dimension, but we are able to manipulate matter here.”

Ok, lost me. I’ll just shut the fuck up.”

Think of us as ghosts.”

Kiana leaped in excitement. “We’re fuckin’ ghosts! Like poltergeists?!”


Fucking rad.”


After a time walking in silence, Elwood stopped. “It’s just over the next hill.”

He made it sound like it was right around the corner, but the hill in question was the size of a mountain and lay some dozens of miles across the redish fleshy landscape.

That’s when a weird thing happened.

Kiana noticed, subtly at first, that the pink fluid inside the pods began to bubble. Elwood didn’t seem to notice, or if he did, he didn’t seem to care. Kiana kept an eye on the fluid as they continued forward through the endless gargantuan tentacle. Every pod they passed bubbled when they got close to it. After a time, the bubbles turned into a gentle jostling. Then a roiling.

Uh, Mr. Elwood. Something’s… not right.”

Suddenly the fetus-like creature inside one of the boiling pods slammed its face against the container’s lid and screamed. Its face was plain, male, with a wide-set mouth and eyes. It was saying something Kiana couldn’t quite understand.

Then the creature in the next pod, and the pod after that did the same thing, jamming their faces violently against their lids. By the time she saw five or six of the little weirdos screaming from their pods she realized they all possessed the same face.

That’s when she understood what they were saying.

They were all screaming a name.


Chapter 45

Who the fuck is that?” Kiana yelled, frantic, but Elwood was ignoring her. His pace quickened. He was running now. “Why are they screaming your name? Elwood? Answer me, god damnit!”

We’re too late,” he said as two thin stick-like protrusions grew slowly from his shoulder blades. The protrusions unfurled revealing themselves as a pair of bat-like wings.

Kiana was just able to yelp and dive forward, catching Elwood by the ankle as he launched himself off the tentacle floor, high into the air. She clung to his leg, cursing and screaming as Elwood gained speed, rushing forward as fast as he could.

But he’d been right. It was already too late.

Below them, lids by the dozens exploded from the pods. Pink fluid gushed into the air, defying gravity if such a thing had even existed inside the titan alien.


Dozens became hundreds of fetus creatures with the same ugly face all screaming at Elwood in unison.

No matter how fast Elwood sped, the pods below them erupted at an even greater pace until the entire floor in front of Elwood and Kiana resembled a great tsunami of pink fluid, cutting off any more forward progress.

Elwood was forced to stop. Flapping his new bat wings, he kept himself and Kiana hovering in mid air in front of the massive wave of fetus-creatures blocking their path.

Kiana scrambled up his back, throwing her arms around his neck as the ferocious wall of liquid in front of them roared. The fetus-things within all swam towards its center. Thousands of them. Within seconds they all locked their tiny arms and legs, forming a giant version of the same ugly face plastered on each of their own.

The huge fetus face smiled and screamed “I’m gonna fuck you till you love it, faggot!”

Who IS that?!” Kiana had to yell into Elwood’s ear over the sounds of the rushing pink liquid, yanking his hair back so he was forced to look at her. His face was pale. His lips trembled. He was terrified.

Mark Nelson.”


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She Was Only A Clown Chapter 43

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Chapter 43

When Kiana came to, she knew only pain and confusion. The world was red. She was suffocating. She tried to scream but only bubbles emerged.

Water. Under water.

She tried to swim free but slammed her face and hands on some kind of surface. Ice? Glass? She was trapped. She could only see vague shapes and shadows above her. She was going to drown. She was going to die.

Elwood!” She screamed out in a final desperate gasp before succumbing to the pressure in her chest and taking a deep, suicidal breath of water.

Only she did not die.

She simply breathed.

What the fuck,” she said aloud. Her voice seemed distant and echoy. Exactly as though she was hearing it underwater. Which, she realized, she was.

And yet she lived.

The fluid in her mouth and lungs didn’t taste like water. It tasted acrid, of chemicals.

Her panic, only barely subsided, returned when she realized just how small a space she was actually in. Her shoulders bumped some obstacle on both sides as she tried to turn over. Her feet touched the bottom, her head the top of whatever container in which she’d found herself trapped.

Elwood!” she screamed again, pounding her fists against the iridescent barrier directly in front of her. This time she swore she heard a response among those vague shapes and shadows outside of her entrapment.

Listen to me carefully,” a muffled voice said. Elwood. He was here. He hadn’t left her.

I’m listening!” she yelled. “Get me outta here!”

I can’t,” the distant voice said. “Only you can. Listen to me. Your consciousness is trapped inside the body that the alien stored it in. You have to will yourself out. Just like I taught you in the mind-storm. Do you understand?”

Kiana tried to do as she was told but her panic and claustrophobia was just too much. “It’s different this time! That was… that was like a dream! This feels so… REAL!”

That’s because it is real,” the voice that she was sure belonged to Elwood said. “I need you to close your eyes. I need you to concentrate. Breathe. Long deep breaths. Focus.”

She did as she was told, difficult as it was. Her heart hammered in her chest for another minute as she steadied her breathing. Then, unbelievable a tense calm came over her.

Ok,” she said after a time. “I’m focused!”

Alright. I need you to think of the happiest moment of your life. I’m not talking about killing, sexual gratification. Not the weird shit. I want you to think back. What is the happiest pure memory in your head?”

Kiana thought. There had been very little happiness in her life, ever. The only happiness she’d ever felt had been when she’d wielded a weapon to take someone’s life, or a cock to milk a hot sticky orgasm out of.

Then she remembered the puppy. It hadn’t lived long and yes, it died a horrible death at the hands of one of her junkie mother’s boyfriends. But there was that moment. That memory. The day she’d come home from school and instead of finding her mother passed out naked covered in some guy’s cum and cigarette ashes, she’d found her mom lucid, sober and holding a little Boston Terrier puppy in her arms.

Kiana had squealed in disbelief. “Is he mine? Is he mine?”

Yeah,” her mom said, hacking and coughing. “Somebody kicked him out of their car at the methadone clinic and I scooped him up before one of those druggy monsters at the shelter could get their hands on him.” As though she wasn’t one of those druggy monsters herself…

The puppy had leaped into Kiana’s arms and smothered her with kisses. “Can I name him??”

Of course,” her mom said laughing. It’s one of the only times Kiana could remember her mom laughing with her instead of at her.

I’ll call him…. BILLY!”

Billy it is!” her mom had said, before getting up and slowly making her way into the apartment. Which meant her mother was going to get a fix and pass out. Which probably meant Kiana wouldn’t get a hot meal for dinner that night.

But that didn’t matter to Kiana in that moment, because for the first time in her life, Kiana felt like she wasn’t utterly alone. She had a friend. A partner. Someone to get her though the long lonely nights and wake her up on the mornings her mom never came home from the bar.

Billy the puppy.

The happiest memory Kiana had.

Everything went white and an intense pressure caused her ears to pop as Kiana felt herself rising up out of the confined space. She gasped for breath and blinked her eyes trying to orient herself to having escaped the extreme conditions of the moment prior.

You’re ok. You’re ok. Look, you’re fine. You don’t have to do that.”

Definitely Elwood’s voice. He was right. She kept trying to breathe, not realizing that the effort was in vain. No air came into her lungs because her lungs didn’t exist. She was an astral projection again.

She opened her eyes and stared into the face of the man who’d saved her life twice now. Maybe three times if she counted the mind-storm incident. It was Elwood alright. Only he didn’t actually look anything like she remembered him from her nightmare prison. He’d been meek and dumpy with crappy hair. Overweight and sweaty.

What stood before her now was something else entirely. His soul, she decided. His pure essence. The Elwood before her was tall and lithe with bulging muscles, not too big but defined. He was shirtless and glowed a pleasant yellow, like the radiance from the sun on a warm spring afternoon. His hair was short but thick and spikey. His facial features were more defined. A broader chin, higher cheek bones. His eyes were wider apart and no longer contained a hint of fear.

Saved me again,” she said sheepishly, casting her gaze downward.

And then she recoiled in horror at what she saw. There, floating in what looked like pink puke was a hairless, dwarf-sized being with pasty white skin, tiny black eyes, and Kiana’s face.

WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT!” she screamed, diving into Elwood’s arms.

He laughed, but did not let her go. “That’s you. At least, that’s where it stored your consciousness. Look around.”

Kiana realized she hadn’t done that yet. She’d been so mesmerized by Elwood’s handsome new body, she’d failed to take into account any of her current surroundings.

Her jaw dropped as she strained her neck to see the unfathomably cyclopean chamber around her. The red she’d seen inside the tiny compartment emanated from phosphorescent walls, ceilings and floors that spanned hundreds, no thousands of feet in all directions, ending only when the cavernous halls took sharp turns, hills or valleys, disappearing into themselves.

Every single surface was covered in those tiny chambers containing the same hideous little creatures that Elwood claimed housed Kiana’s mind. The place reminded Kiana of both the interior of veins she’d seen on the medical procedure channel and also a honey comb or ant colony.

She remembered a nature show about bees feeding their larvae that reminded her exactly of her weird surroundings. Wherever they were, it was the most alien place she’d ever imagined. And she wanted out.

She began to panic. Her breathing became shallow (no matter how many times she reminded herself she didn’t have to, she still breathed) and she tried to pull away from Elwood, whining and whimpering, jamming her eyes shut so those hideous little monsters with their black beady eyes wouldn’t stare at her.

Relax,” Elwood said. His voice soothing even as his hands gripped her arms tighter.

She buried her head in his thick, hairless chest. She kept her eyes closed. “I keep thinking today can’t get any stranger and every time I wake up, this place fucks my ass that much harder. And not a good butt fucking either.”

Elwood laughed, but Kiana felt his cock twitch at her dirty joke. She mashed her tits against him, making them subtly larger again after remembering the technique he’d taught her in the psychic storm.

Her anxiety about standing in an alien larvae farm diminished as she thought about Elwood’s dick. She let her hands run over his rock-hard chest as she pulled back to look up into his face.

We’re standing in one of its tendrils,” Elwood said, gazing around at the larvae pods. “Every one of them is full like this. Billions, maybe trillions of minds are trapped inside here. It possesses all of their accumulated knowledge. Imagine knowing that much about the universe. Imagine—”

Kiana stood on the tips of her toes and kissed him, cutting off his boring rant about whatever the fuck.

Elwood stiffened and pulled away, pushing Kiana’s shoulders back. His face was full of stunned surprise.

What’s’matter? Don’t wanna fuck me?” Kiana asked, pouting.

I— I’ve never…” Elwood stammered. His new hard body and handsome face betrayed him. He momentarily flickered back into the schluby creep from the outside world.

You’ve never banged a chick before?” Kiana said, smirking. She tried to contain a snicker but only managed to turn it into a snort. “You’re kidding me, right?”

Elwood’s new form returned. “No,” he said, smiling, his confidence returned. “I’ve never even kissed one. Fuck, I thought I was gay but I’ve never gotta a boner from a guy either.”

Kiana looked down. “Well you’ve got one now. Not much of one, but it seems happy.”

I didn’t think to—” Elwood said, his confidence again deflating at Kiana’s remark about his size.

That’s ok, baby. I work with what I’ve got.” With that, Kiana dropped to her knees and took Elwood not-so-significant length into her mouth. She took him head to root in one motion, burying her nose against his smooth belly, forcing his small member as far into her throat as she could get it, which wasn’t very.

She extracted him, stroking the soaking wet member, a slight frown on her face. “I’m gonna have to try to get the cock and balls in my mouth at the same time, sugar, if this is gonna be any fun for me.” She deep-throated him again, but pulled him out as an afterthought. “No offense,” she added, before going back to work, easily cramming both of his testicles into her mouth along with his small penis.

Elwood grunted. His hands wound into Kiana’s hair. Her insults seemed to make him even more aroused which is what’d she’d been hoping for. She’d seen a look in his eye that betrayed his knight-in-shining-armor demeanor.

The gratitude she’d felt only moments before melted away. Kiana’s dark thoughts returned. The comforting thoughts. The only thoughts that had gotten her through her awful childhood and teenage years.

Fuck this motherfucker. She was no damsel in distress and she damn well didn’t need any white-knighting from a stranger. She’d dealt with plenty of those in real life, always thinking they could swoop in and make her life better. None of them realized, or at least none of them realized before it was too late and she’d ruined their lives along with hers, that some people simply enjoy being miserable.

Elwood gritted his teeth and began to fuck Kiana’s face with vigor.

That’s right. That’s what she’d wanted. The back of her throat was already beginning to throb from the force of his little cockhead ramming against it. A few more minutes of this and she’d be talking like a fifty year old chain smoking granny for the rest of the day.

But that’s when Elwood’s cock got bigger. Much bigger.

Kiana knew something was off when both of his balls popped out of her mouth. She’d felt dudes’ balls get bigger right before they came before, but nothing like that. Then she felt the sides of her lips stretch out as Elwood’s meat widened. A moment later and her eyes were streaming with water as his cock lengthened to the point that Kiana had to take in quick breaths from her nose as he pulled out because her throat was so engulfed with fat dick.

Elwood laughed as she struggled and gagged at his newly formed manhood.

He must have lengthened himself to 12 inches, maybe more. Kiana fought to pull away, but Elwood’s grip on her head remained fast. She was sure he was going to gag-fuck her to death when suddenly he pulled out and ejaculated all over her forehead, eyes and nose, heaving in satisfaction as he stepped away, leaving her covered in his spunk.

Kiana grinned, wiping it all away with her fingers, then sucking it off and swallowing it like ice cream. “Wanna warn me next time you’re gonna grow a huge cock in the middle of a blowjob?”

“Sorry, I… got carried away. I didn’t realize it was gonna feel so…”

“Now you know why I’m such a fuckin’ nympho psycho killer bitch, huh?” Kiana finished cleaning her face off and stood. “Kinda hot being watched by all these weird ass fetus people, too. I never mind an audience…”

Elwood regained his composure. “We can’t mess around. The entity will eventually locate us here. It has several parts of my mind trapped. It will be able to torture our location out of them, given enough time.”

Kiana ignored his boring talking. She’d gotten a taste of what he had to offer and she wasn’t about to let him off the hook for jizzing on her face without getting her off first.

Blah, blah, blah. Fuck this alien motherfucker.” She sprang forward, knocking Elwood onto his back. “Let it grow a dick and watch. I ain’t done with you yet, virgin boy. I’m gonna pop your cherry right on top of all these little pig-fetus looking bodies and you’re gonna fuckin’ like it.”

She shoved his still erect dong into herself, concentrating on making her vaginal walls constrict as much as possible around his flesh.

Now,” she said, smiling wide, looking into his eyes. “Just how big can you make this thing?”


Check back next Saturday for chapter 44!