Message-ID: <7127eli$9801091652@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: user to be named later Subject: NEW STORY: The Facilitator - by MD James (M/F, tg, breast growth) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <34B58C30.8ED3C237@nospam.aol.com> Yes, MD is still here. And if you want to reach me, get rid of the nospam part of the address. WARNING: The following story is for ADULTS ONLY! If you aren’t an adult, or if descriptions of sex and nudity offend you, DON’T READ ANY FURTHER! And if you’re a member of the Clinton Administration - READ ACLU VS RENO AGAIN YOU PRICKS! All characters are adults and completely fictional. That means they don’t exist in the real world! If you have a hard time understanding that, you shouldn’t be on the Internet! You should be playing solitaire on Microsoft Bob instead. The Facilitator - by MD James You know, I’ve never really been able to say what I do for a living, even though I make a heap of money doing it. You might say I’m a facilitator. I make things happen. Special things. People don’t call me to set up dinner parties or redecorate their houses, unless they want their parties to have delicacies that are illegal on fifteen planets or to have stuffed and mounted heads of exotic and endangered animals in their family rooms. You want to join the "million mile club"? I’ll set up the shuttle equipped with a zero-gee bedroom. Bungee off the mountains of Mars? I’ll make sure you have plenty of line! Let me tell you, most of the folks in the 22nd century don’t know how to have fun, but for those that do, they call me. If they can afford it, that is. I’m not cheap, and neither are the goods I provide. For the most part, I cater to the young pricks and princesses out there. The rich heirs of corporate executives who spend their future inheritance almost as fast as it could be built. The kind of folks who believe that they can get around any law, any regulation, any hindrance with a little charm, a lot of finance, and the occasional lawyer. The folks who will pay top credit to get what they want with few questions asked. My kind of people! So anyways, there was this young prick.. he was about twenty-five or so. He called me up and said he wanted to experience sex with a Xera. The Xera are a cloistered species found in the nearby solar system. All females. Legend has it the males were killed off by some plague, and only females survived. Few people know why the species continued to thrive to this day with only females. But rumors are abound that the Xera are the best lay in the galaxy, and to have sex with one is the next best thing to heaven. Unfortunately there are also rumors that the Xera are like Black Widow spiders. You know, fuck once and you’re dead. That’s why the prudes on Earth made sure that the Xera are cloistered. Limit their contact off-planet, regulate social interaction with them, and then study the shit out of them. I’ve got no doubt the prudes in TerraGov want the Xera to quietly die off so they can take over their planet. It’s been done before. So John (the rich prick) said he wanted to have one night of pleasure with a virgin Xera. I let him know all those things about the Xera. "Don’t care," he said with determination. "I want to fuck a Xera. I want to see the faces on the guys in the club when I tell them that I did something they never had the balls to do." Can’t argue with that kind of a mindset! I’ve tried. I gave him the usual price. 750,000 credits in anonymous voucher chips, 50,000 in advance. I’ll call him in one week with the time and place. If he doesn’t show, the deal is off and I keep the 50K. I get caught, I take the heat and he stays clean. He gets caught, he takes the heat and I stay clean. The unwritten code of the facilitators. Now just to let you know, most of that money was for expenses. I don’t just pull a number from my ass like some other folks in this business. About half a million was spent on skirting regulations, getting the right kind of passports for a Xera, and finally finding a willing Xera that was not only a virgin, but also willing to come with me to get laid. Not that the Xera aren’t willing, but most of them don’t want to leave the planet. They think that if enough Xera leave the homeworld, TerraGov will just cart them off to some lab and take over the planet. A lot of them a justifiably paranoid. The bluenoses have done it to other endangered species that they consider to be "heathens." So true to my word, a week after I got my 50K in voucher chips, I vid-messaged John to come to the Ritz Luna, room 200. Told him to bring a night’s change of clothes and to come alone. I once set this kind of deal up before and the prick brought his buddies so they could witness it. That kind of attention gets the attention of the media, because they live for that shit. "Find out the new kinks for the rich and stupid." So from that point on, I tell them "You want a witness? I’m your witness! You want vids? I’ll take the vids! Your friends want in on the action? Tell them to come see me with the money and I’ll set it up for them as well." At about seven-thirty, John shows up at room 200 with an overnight bag in hand. I can tell he’s a bit nervous. After all, few people have ever seen a Xera live and up close. Most of the time it’s on VR, and they’re always wearing those nun habits they’re forced to wear by TerraGov for "morality’s sake." I gesture him inside and check the hallway to make sure he came alone. The Ritz Luna used to be this high-price place for the rich on vacation. That was before outer space travel, however. Once that started, everything on the moon turned to shit. Still, the rooms are luxurious enough for people to live in. I’m talking living room, bedroom, bathroom, and mini-kitchen. Just can’t get that $400 room service anymore. So John walks in and looks around the living room. "She here?" he asked. "In the bedroom," I told him. "Business first." He sighed and pulled out a small case from the overnight bag. In it were fourteen anonymous credit vouchers, each amounting to fifty thousand credits. The remainder of my fee. I guided him into the bedroom. Inside was a young girl dressed in a black satin robe. She was a fragile girl. Thin, small breasts, flat yellow hair, wide eyed. They used to call those kinds of girls "waifs" back in the 20th century. Or were they called "supermodels"? I tend to forget. I gestured to her. "This is Seri," I told him. John turned skeptically towards me. "Is she..? I mean is she a…?" "She’s a virgin," I told him confidently. He eyed her once again. "But she looks so.. young! Is she of age? I don’t want to get busted by the morals cops for rape." "Believe me," I said reassuringly, "I asked about this myself, and I happen to know Seri is thirty-four moons old, which in our calendar means she’s twenty-two. I have the genetics test to prove she is of age if anyone asks." His eyes widened. He was getting himself ready for this. I’ve seen that look before, and I knew that if I don’t tell him what he needs to know now, he’s fucked! And I don’t just mean literally! "There’s just two things," I told him. "First, Seri can’t speak English. That means I’ll have to stay here and translate." "We only have to know the language of love," John said arrogantly, his eyes still transfixed on this exotic beauty. "I think I can wing it from here." I spoke to Seri. Well, actually I didn’t "speak" to her. I.. How can I say it?… I SANG to her, like a bird. Seri responded with the grace of a robin. John, meanwhile, was astonished. "What did you say?" he asked me. "I simply introduced you to her," I replied with a smile. "She says hello. You still think you can wing it?" He shook his head slightly. "Okay.. I guess not. Huh, not like I haven’t done it with an audience." I was relieved to hear that. "One more thing," I said cautiously. "Don’t climax inside her twice." He turned towards me, quite perplexed. "What?" "Don’t climax inside of her twice," I repeated. "Climax once, but then you’ll have to wait a couple of hours before doing it again." "What the hell for?" "It’s too complicated," I told him. "Just believe me when I say that you’ll be in a world of hurt if you don’t do what I say. I’m quite serious." He apparently didn’t think too much of it. Probably just excused it as some sort of overly cautious bullshit. "That it?" he asked. I waived my hand nonchalantly and said "Have fun." Then I sat down in the chair at the far end of the room. John stepped up to her and ran his fingers through her hair. She looked at him with all the indifference of a tree. I guess he was trying to seduce her like she was a human girl. He had no idea the Xera aren’t familiar with foreplay. He tried to kiss her, but then she turned her face away and sang out to me. "She’s asking why you are trying to smother her," I said. John chuckled. "Shit, I’m trying to kiss her, not smother her." "Then run your tongue in the middle of her neck," I suggested. "Remember, she’s not an Earth girl." He ran his tongue down from the nape to the hollow. Seri’s face turned from puzzlement to joy as she realized what he was doing. She snaked her hands behind him and pulled him closer to her. Then he pulled her away, and began to open up her robe. Her frail body made her look like she was almost a teenager.. if not for the light green tint of her skin. Small breasts, no pubic hair whatsoever, and a minute navel that almost looked like a mole. He stared at her naked body for a minute, then gestured to her. I sang that he wanted her to undress him. She gave a perplexing look at me, then at him, then shrugged and helped him out of his expensive casual clothes. Her eyes went wide when she saw his hairy chest, and began to sing about it. "What is she saying?" he asked me. "She says that she’s never seen hair on someone’s body before," I replied. "The Xera have no body hair below the head." "Well tell her there’s more where that came from," he said proudly. I did, which got her even more anxious. She nearly tore his pants off to get to his cock. He had a good package, framed by a thick forest of body hair. My guess was he got it enhanced in Switzerland. They pay top dollar for that sort of stuff. She looked at it for a moment, marveling at its size. Then she felt him snake his hand behind her head and pulling her towards it. I quickly sang that he wanted her to suck the huge organ. She turned back to face the phallus and tilted her head slightly. Again, this was another human action that the Xera had no idea about, but Seri soon understood what it meant. Seri took John’s massive cock in slowly. Anyone could tell she never sucked cock before, but she was eager to learn. Before long, though, she began sucking on it like a pro. "Oh, yeah," John murmured as he put his hands around her head and kept her head bobbing. "Now, you’re getting it…" It was time to impress him. I sang to Seri and told her to hum her favorite song while sucking him. The songs a Xera can hum are not like anything in the cosmos. And shortly the room filled with a high tune from Seri’s family. This made John shudder with pleasure. "OOHHHHHHH…. FUCK! That… that’s… so fucking GOOD!" Seconds later, he pulled her face off his crotch. "Shit, that’s enough for now. Don’t want to lose it so soon!" He motioned for her to lie down on the bed. She did, with an eager look in her eye and still humming the tune. The humming got louder as John placed himself between Seri’s bare legs and began kissing the inside of her thighs. "Shit!" he exclaimed. "Two clits!" It was true. The Xera have dual clitorises, one on each end of the pussy. Xera physiology was slightly different than human females, thus the Xera have two clitorises, much like they have two breasts. The Xera have a low threshold for pleasure, and Seri was no exception. Almost the minute John started licking her pussy, the green-skinned waif shuddered with delight. She stopped humming and instead began thrashing about as she was brought to a quick orgasm. This continued for many minutes. When it seemed Seri was brought to yet another climax, John paused briefly, then continued eating her out. Finally, I told him. "The Xera don’t climax like we do. They don’t get wet." He looked down at her pussy, then back up at me. "You mean they don’t squirt? Nuts!" Seri looked down at John. She had a wild look in her eye, and her whole body was caked in sweat after the numerous climaxes. It was clear she was more than ready for him. John sat up and positioned himself between her legs. "Well, I guess now’s a good time to do it." He slowly positioned his massive hard-on at the opening of her pussy and nudged the head in between her pussy lips. I could hear a suction sound as suddenly the rest of his rod was shot into her. "FUCK!" he exclaimed. "OH shit! Did you see that? Her pussy just sucked me in!" I simply sat there and smiled. There are times when the best way to impress a client is to remain silent and let them figure it out. This was one of those times. The two of them simply panted as he began to slowly pump his cock in and out of Seri’s virgin pussy. I know from experience that the suction a Xera pussy makes on human cocks is strong. Guaranteed John wasn’t going to be able to pull out until they’ve both climaxed. Seri began wailing and moaning as John slowly pumped. The strain was visible on his face. "F-fuck… she’s… so… fucking… TIGHT!" he exclaimed. "UUNNGGHHH!!!! … Hard.. to .. f-fuck .. her! Seri clutched to his body with all her strength as she was brought to another orgasm. I could see her fingernails digging into his back. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" chirped Seri at the height of her climax. She was clearly enraptured by the experience. They rolled over on the bed so that Seri was on top of John. John bucked his hips up and down until she got the hang of fucking. He reached out and put his hands on her small breasts and began pinching her nipples. "MMMMMMMM!!" Seri hummed in an eerie tone as she began to bounce up and down. I knew it would only be a matter of time before they would both climax. Seri didn’t stop humming in pleasure, and John was only human. "Oh.. fuck… here.. it COMES!! ARRRRRAUGHHHHHHHH!" Seri stopped bouncing, and instead began to convulse on top of him as the both endured their respective orgasms. "UGH!.. UGH!… UUUUUGGGHHHHHHHHH!" groaned John as he spasmed underneath her. After five minutes of convulsing, Seri rolled off to one side of the bed. John simply lay there, panting. His cock was shriveled and slightly longer than before. "F-fuck.." he groaned "her.. her pussy just… milked my cock! I… I’ve… never felt so.. much.. suction before.. in my life! I… thought it was… going.. to suck.. my cock off!" "How do you feel?" I asked him. "Drained," he replied weakly. "It was… fucking excellent! Way… way better.. than in.. simulation!" I turned my attention to Seri. She continued to shake on the bed. Her body was caked in sweat, and she had a glazed look in her eyes. John turned to face Seri. "She.. going.. to be OK?" "Just fine," I told him. "This is a typical post-sex reaction." John weakly got out of bed, pulled out a robe from the overnight bag, and put it on. As he did, he turned to see Seri roll over to face him. She had her eyes closed, and was still trembling. Then, she sighed, and began to thrash about. It was only then that John noticed something happening to her. "She’s… she’s growing!" he exclaimed. It was true. At the start of the night, Seri was only five feet, five inches tall. Now I could only guess that she was closer to five-eight, five-ten. Her wet and matted hair got thicker, and her lips were getting fuller. But what really made John notice was Seri’s breasts. She had small breasts at first. But now her breasts had a definitive shape, and started to even jiggle when she thrashed on the bed. "What.. what’s happening?" he asked. "Nothing," I replied. "She’s just pregnant, that’s all." His face turned ash white. "PREGNANT?" I led him into the living room. He couldn’t get his eyes off her until we were both out of the room. Then I explained it to him. "Yes, she’s pregnant now. By you. Anyone who fucks a Xera gets them pregnant. That’s the way they’re able to perpetuate their species. Their bodies adapt to sperm from any species. In a year, she’ll deliver a baby." "A year?" He pointed back towards the bedroom. "But.. why is she changing now?" I guided him to the sofa for him to sit down. "Because her body is adapting to your sperm. When Earth explorers found the Xera thirty years ago, they looked even less human than when you first saw Seri. But they were still just as eager to mate with our men. Within weeks, the entire Xera species started to look more human. Then TerraGov isolated them from the general public, simply because the Xera were TOO eager to mate with any man." Seri started panting again, and John instinctively turned around towards the bedroom. "So.. she’s changing to become more human?" "Yes," I replied as I handed him a glass of scotch. "Right now, her body is full of adaptive chemicals to adapt to the human DNA in your sperm. That way, the baby that will grow inside of her will survive." He drank half the scotch in the glass. "But you didn’t say anything about this!" "Would you have cared?" I asked him. He didn’t answer. Of course he wouldn’t have cared! He’s a rich prick, an heir to daddy’s money. How many young girls has he fucked in his time without a shred of care to what happened afterwards? Would he have cared what happened to Seri after tonight if I didn’t tell him she was now pregnant? "I hope it’s a boy," he murmured. "Unlikely," I replied. "All Xera are females." He emptied the glass in one gulp, then turned back to get a glimpse of Seri. When he couldn’t see her, he got up to the doorway for a better view. I followed. Seri was now five-ten. Her breasts were now a C-cup, with slightly larger nipples than before. Even the slight indention that resembled a navel had enlarged slightly. Her hips were wider, and she had a more shapely figure than before. She was no longer a waif! Even her skin took on a slightly lighter shade of green. "She looks.. different," John said. "Like a completely different person," I said. "I could put some flesh-tone base on her and pass her off as a human girl. As long as she doesn’t speak." I asked Seri how she was feeling. She sang back that she was overjoyed. She put her hands up to her now swollen breasts and began to massage them. She chimed that she loved the new sensations. The sight of Seri playing with herself got John excited. I quickly pulled him away from the bedroom and closed the door. "What?" he asked. "She wants you again," I said. "So?" "So? So you can’t! Not for a while, anyways. Her body is still full of those adaptive chemicals, and it’s way too dangerous for you to have sex with her right now!" "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" he said. "I paid you so I can have one night of pleasure with a Xera. Now I want what I paid for!" "I also have an obligation to protect my clients," I replied, "from throwing their lives away by doing something stupid!" He regarded my words for a moment. "You mean something dangerous will happen if I fuck her again?" Finally, he got the point! "Yes." "What will happen?" "I can’t tell you," I replied as I shook my head. "That is an oath I took with the Xera. I can’t discuss it to anyone outside of their species." "So you can’t tell me?" "Nope," I said. "I really wish I could." "So how long before I CAN fuck her again?" I turned back towards the closed door, then at my watch. "Hmm.. let’s see… it’s almost nine-thirty now… About two, two-thirty." "Two-thirty in the morning!? I’m supposed to wait that long?" "She’ll be ready by then," I replied as I led him back to the living room. "In the meantime, there’s the VR. We can get the Sex Channel here on the moon, if you want to warm up before another round with Seri." He slumped down on the couch. "No. What’s the use? VR is a poor-man’s substitute anyways." I poured him another drink as he turned on the Financial Channel. The stock markets were going non-stop nowadays. I assumed he wanted to see how his daddy’s firm was surviving. After all, it was his inheritance he was spending. I checked in on Seri occasionally. She was still moaning and playing with herself. She looked absolutely gorgeous now. She asked me often when John would come back. I told her to rest and wait for a while. About eleven or so, John fixed the drinks. He asked if he could speak to his friends over the Net. I told him he could, but not to make any mention online about Seri. I didn’t realize until he finished with his call that something was wrong with my drink. He spiked my drink! I remember mumbling "you little prick…" before blacking out. The next thing I knew, it was after one, and I could hear Seri’s cries of pleasure. "EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!" I raced into the room to see Seri and John fucking. Seri was on all fours and John was fucking her doggie-style. I could see Seri’s full tits jiggling as he rode her from behind. "You bastard!" I exclaimed. John craned his head as far around as possible in my direction. "Couldn’t.. wait.. Had.. to.. fuck.. her… again!" I leaned back against the door frame as Seri flattened herself against the bed sheets, her 42D breasts pressed against her sides. By her low moaning, I knew they were both ready to climax again. Four ass checks shuddered as the two began to cum. "Here… goes… UUUUNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!.. HUNH… HUNH… HUNH….UNGH… Oh… yeah….." When they both stopped shuddering, John worked his cock out of her sopping pussy, then rolled over. "Huh.. it’s better.. after the… second time.." he said. "How many times..?" I started to ask. "Third.. time.. tonight," he said between gasps. "You know.. after.. the second.. time.. she.. didn’t grow.. Was glad... Didn’t want.. to.. fuck an.. amazon." I sank my head into my hands. "You have no idea what kind of hurt you’re in," I said. "Yeah.. well.. whatever it is.. I can get.. a shot for it.." I just looked at him. It was already too late for him, and he didn’t even know it. He got up to put on his robe. "Anyways," he said, "I’m sorry about spiking the drink. I’ll trans some credits to your account for the troubles." I didn’t listen. I simply went back into the living room and pulled out my briefcase. I had to make preparations for what I knew was going to happen next. "AAAARRRUUUGGHHH!" It was John’s voice. I raced into the bedroom and into the adjoining bathroom to see John looking in the mirror. His hair was turning light blond, and there was a green tint to his skin. "What.. what’s happening to me?" he asked, his voice starting to lighten as he asked. "I told you that you were in a world of hurt," I said. "What is.." then he opened up his robe and looked down at his crotch. "OH NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" His body hair was shedding off him, falling like snowflakes. But the most awesome, and terrifying, sight was to see his ten-inch, Swiss-enhanced, cock and balls start to shrivel up and pull themselves inward. He started grabbing his crotch in a desperate attempt to stop what was happening to him. "NO! Don’t do this to me! NOOOOOO!!!" He looked up at me, no longer the man he once was. "What’s happening to me?" he said in an octave too high for any male. "You fucked with a Xera while her body was still adapting," I said. "Remember I said that her body was full of those adaptive chemicals? When you fucked her again, those chemicals got absorbed through the skin on your cock. Now those chemicals are in you." John grabbed my shirt. "You’ve got to do something! There must be an antidote!" "There is no antidote," I said calmly. "No cure." John let go of my shirt, slumped on the edge of the bed and started crying. Even his bone structure had shrunk a few inches, and his features were starting to smooth out. "The first time those explorers fucked the Xera," I explained, "they had a great night. It was an orgy of twenty Xera and five men. Everyone fucked and sucked. And when the Xera got pregnant, that got the men eager for more fucking and sucking. Next morning, they realized what had happened, and it was too late. TerraGov didn’t know what happened to the team, so they sent a second team. They arrived to find twenty-five eager Xera, twenty of them pregnant. When TerraGov didn’t hear anything from the second team, they sent in a third. They found thirty-five Xera, thirty-two of them pregnant. The only female human on the team then reported to TerraGov that any man who fucked a Xera more than once within a five-hour period BECOMES a Xera." John looked down at the now hairless body, and the place where there once was a cock. "But," she started to chirp, "why didn’t you tell me this before?" "Because," I said as I put a hand on John’s shoulder, "that is the oath I took, never to discuss this to anyone outside of the Xera. Now that you’re one of them, I can tell you." John simply cried. The prick finally realized the implications. Any man who fucks a Xera twice in five hours becomes a Xera. He fucked Seri three times in six hours. Now John was a Xera. And all Xera are females! Seri got up and embraced her new sister. The next morning, we all left the hotel for the spaceport. I handed the customs agent the passports for Seri and "Joni" as the two Xera waited. They both felt uncomfortable in their nun habits. Seri was uncomfortable because her old clothes could no longer fit her new shapely body, and "Joni" was uncomfortable just being a female. It would be two days before we were back at the Xera homeworld. On occasion I would fuck Seri, making sure I’d wait six hours before going at it again. "Joni" didn’t want any part of it, of course, but I knew that in a few months, she’d have to accept being a Xera. Most of my profits for that little venture were spent on cleaning up after John’s mistake. It’s not easy to convince customs officials that you left that planet with one Xera and returned with two. At least I was prepared in advance for such an emergency. I had an extra set of Xera identification in my briefcase, and Seri was all-too generous to give her new sister a spare habit. John’s disappearance did bring some media attention. Some doctored vids of him enjoying the whorehouses in the Camedan system quickly settled any suspicions. The Camedan system was known for being ruthless, and since rich pricks don’t know when to stop, it was easy to assume he met with some foul play. For fifty-thousand credits, I convinced a spacefarer that he saw John get shoved through an airlock and sucked into oblivion before burning up in the atmosphere of Camedan II. That settled that loose end. Meanwhile, the Xera were overjoyed that I returned not only with one pregnant Xera, but with a new member of their group. The next day, I returned to Earth with twenty-five thousand credits. Like I said, most of my profits were spent cleaning up John’s mistake. But I knew by the time I’d get back there would be another vid-message from another prick looking for action. After all, rich pricks and princesses know who to turn to for some action. END -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |