Warning: This story is unsuitable for minors and contains
explicit descriptions of sexual activity considered taboo (and
illegal) in most (if not all) jurisdictions. If such activity
offends you, please DO NOT read any further. I do not condone any
illegal activity and stress that this work is fiction, fantasy,
and in no way meant to reflect reality. Sexual abuse of minors is
a very serious issue and I encourage anyone tempted to engage in
such behavior to seek help immediately.

Title: Baby Squared: An Alien Ground Zero Addendum (Extreme,
SciFi, Tentacles, Nepi)

Date of Latest Update to This Story: 3/28/2017

Dear Reader: Thank you for taking the time to read my work. If
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Without further adieu...

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Additional Warning: This story was written at the behest of a
friend and is a bit outside my normal sphere of writing. It
contains graphic sexual scenes involving toddlers and younger.
Please avoid if this doesn't appeal to you.

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"This is very strange," the captain thought to himself as he
maneuvered the shuttle farther away from the H.S. Obstetrix. The
vessel, his pride and joy, floated several miles off the port and
seemed to be getting smaller as his little shuttle continued to
plow through the darkness and away from the large, stationary
spacecraft. To an outside observer, it would appear as if he had
ordered the large medical vessel abandoned.

The year was 2645 and the Obstetrix, along with the six shuttles
that were now flying away from her, floated just past the
Hyrotian nebula some twenty-three thousand light-years from
Earth. Her crew of sixty, mostly doctors, had responded admirably
to the Tarkeesian Flu that was ravaging the colony at Beta 3HB.
In fact, they, along with several other medical vessels, had been
able to contain, and cure, the disease before any on the planet
had died. Unfortunately, the illness still plagued two hundred
thirty six young boys who, for some reason, had resisted the
medication and the Obstetrix had been given the important mission
of transporting the children, all younger than six and many only
infants, back to Earth for further treatment.

Due to some distortions in space, the captain had ordered the
ship on a generally unused space route in order to avoid the
dangerous storms. When the Obstetrix dropped out of hyper-drive,
in order to skirt the nebula and make a course change, the
captain and crew began an orderly evacuation of the ship. One
minute the crew was sitting at their stations or tending the
children. The next, they were squeezing into shuttlecraft and
leaving the ship. "Really, really strange" the captain thought to
himself again, taking one last look at the Obstetrix before it
slipped behind his viewing port. Had the captain been able to
maintain visual contact for a few more moments, he would have
seen that the large cargo bay doors were wide open on the
Obstetrix and two massive, shapeless, translucent creatures, one
much bigger than the other, were slowly slipping inside.

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The Creature had run into this species before, several hundred
years earlier. `Delightful species,' it thought to itself, `A
wonderful meal.' In fact, even though it was much too soon to
feed and the creature was still incredibly full from it's last
encounter; perhaps a small taste would be... No. No, it wasn't
going to feed. It was a parent now! It had responsibilities! Its
offspring, the baby creature or Junior, had been born six decades
ago and was out of the nebula for the first time! In fact, this
little journey was supposed to be an opportunity for the Creature
to show Junior how to feed properly and let the child do so. Yes,
it would let Junior have this meal - as was right.

When the cargo bay doors closed and pressurized, the Creature,
communicating patience to Junior, extended its sensory organs and
tested the air. Yuck, the Creature thought disgustedly. The place
smelled awful. Like sickness! Junior, also sensing the illness in
the air, posed a question. The Creature, explaining what was
going on, began to pump its potent venom into the air where it
quickly disseminated throughout the ship. Under normal
circumstances, it would take a bit of time for the venom's
healing power to do its job. This time, however, due to the
Creatures familiarity with the species, the potent venom was
already at full strength. Together, the Creature and Junior
waited.

After a half an hour, both the Creature and Junior again tested
the air. Success! There was no illness. Had the doctors been
present in any of the hospital wings, they would have watched in
astonishment as the boys regained their health rapidly, their
coughs subsiding, their sinuses clearing, the odd spots on their
bodies disappearing, and any and all signs of sickness fading
away. Sensing victory, the Creature took the time to impart all
its wisdom to Junior so that its progeny would be successful in
this endeavor to find and consume pleasure. Feeling ready, Junior
gratefully began to extend its Suckers, Prodders, Feeders, and
Scoopers through the air vents, hallways, and infrastructure
while pumping its own venom into the air.

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Junior's tentacles slipped unobstructed into the many sickbays
throughout the ship and slowly approached the prey, excitedly
twitching at the thought of harvesting this first meal of
pleasure. Junior wasn't the only one twitching, though. By this
point, all the boys had been exposed to the Creatures potent
venom for half an hour and that exposer, while it had cured them
of their illness, had also flushed each of their young bodies
with incredible arousal while allowing their immature testes to
begin to produce semen. Thus, as the mass of tentacles began to
peek over the two hundred thirty six bio-beds, it discovered its
prey, from the five year olds down to the youngest, who was only
two weeks old, twitching uncontrollably as their horny bodies
grappled with their innocent minds.

The boys, so caught up in the feelings, didn't even notice the
tentacles at first. It wasn't until the tentacles darted into the
bed and scooped each boy up that any had a chance to protest.
"Hey!" cried a five year old on deck six as he was hoisted into
the air. "Hewp! Hewp! Mommy!" blubbered a four year old on Deck
three. "Nurse! Nurse! Is a monster! Is a monster! Help!" yelled
another five year old on the same deck; to no avail. Throughout
the ship, those old enough to be aware of the alienness of the
tentacles began to protest while those too young either wailed or
remained oblivious, too caught up in their own new sexual
desires.
   Because the Tarkeesian Flu eliminated bowel control, every boy
on the Obstetrix was clothed in only a diaper and the prodders
made quick work of slipping those off the squirming boys. Little
boyboners, a few as large as three inches but the vast majority
much smaller, sprang into view already soaked in precum and
dribbling more with every heartbeat. Enthusiastically, the
tentacles began to maneuver the boys while holding them
comfortably above their bed. For many of the older boys, their
struggling forced the tentacles to wrap around arms and legs and
torsos in order to hold them steady. For many of the younger
boys, their own lack of muscular development meant that the
tentacles had to support their backs and necks and heads. Rather
rapidly, though, all the boys were in place, with their legs wide
open and their bodies exposed.

Normally, at this point, the Creature would begin to tease the
prey sexually by focusing on secondary and non-erogenous zones.
The goal would be to force the prey towards ever more powerful
peaks by teasing more and more sensitive organs as time
progressed. Junior, not nearly as skilled as its parent at the
fine art of teasing out pleasure, had no such skill. Though
Junior knew the Creature would probably have several phases it
would work through on these delectable morsels, Junior only had
two phases. Thus, as the vast tentacles hovered around each
floating child and the Feeders each snapped into place at the
base of the skull of each boy (causing a bit of discomfort that
was soon lost in the sea of sexual arousal), Junior licked it's
proverbial lips and commenced with phase one.

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Five-year-old Marlin's eyes were big as saucers as the things
approach. "No" the pale boy said forcefully, his blond hair
whipping back and forth as his droopy blue eyes, somewhat
unfocused because of the strange feelings in his peepee, darted
between each tentacle. "Don't touch me! No! Don't touch me!" he
said huskily. After all, those same words had worked on his big
sister whenever she annoyed him and he was sure it would work
now. Instead, the tentacles seemed excited by his refusal and
moved all the faster. Struggling his thin frame, the little boy
tried his best to avoid the incoming monsters. He was
unsuccessful.

Two Suckers immediately found his flat nipples and clamped on,
using their internal cilia to stroke and rub the sensitive nubs.
As Marlin opened his mouth in a gasp, a Prodder ran lightly
across his small hairless sack and began to writhe up against his
immature balls. "Oh! Oh Stop" he cried, the feelings strange and
alluring. A moment later, as he was about to continue his
protests, another Sucker slid gracefully down his stiff two and
three quarters inch boyhood, pealing back his foreskin. Once it
reach the base of his tiny woody, the internal ring of the
Sucker, designed to stroke back and forth, began to travel back
towards his now exposed helmet while thousands of tiny
micro-filaments began to wiggle and tease his member. "AHHH AHHH
AHHH" he yelled, the sudden onslaught of feelings in his peepee
driving him wild.

Two decks above Marlin, three-year-old Ian was bawling
uncontrollably. The boy, his fiery read hair matted down with
perspiration, was crying half in fear and half in lust as his
little body bucked wildly against the rush of feelings. The thing
on his boyhood was flying rapidly back and forth and Ian gasped
each time it ran smoothly over his very sensitive glands. "Ohhh
Ohh Ohhh" he moaned between tears. Had Junior not been putting a
light sedative in it's venom to keep the boys calm, little Ian
would have passed out by now. Instead, the boy kept thrusting his
little hips forward, his body trying to get more of the wonderful
feelings while his mind tried to process the unknown urges.

Several rooms over, Little Ernesto, his smooth brown skin
unblemished and his chubby face staring off into nothing, didn't
make a sound. Instead, the little one-year-old continued to suck
enthusiastically on the Prodder that had slipped inside his
mouth. It's soothing presence comforted the boy as his very small
penis was masturbated at an incredible speed. His coco nipples,
hard as steel, were getting sucked just as he might have sucked
at his mothers breast had she been near. Suddenly, the boy began
to writhe around, his chubby little legs kicking out as if trying
to dislodge the assailant on his boyhood. In fact, that is
exactly what the boy was trying to do. Something was happening.

Ernest, his eye going wide and the Prodder in his mouth
withdrawing, climaxed for the first time in his life while his
little penis launched rope after rope of babycum into the eager
Sucker getting him off. The baby boy shook, flailing his legs as
and arms as his body was overcome with inconceivable feeling. He
still didn't make a sound.

Ian, by this point shouting "Bad! Bad! Bad! No! No! No!" in time
with the stroking of his boycock, suddenly came hard.
"EEEEYYYYYEEE" he screeched suddenly, overwhelmed. His pecker,
emitting the most amazing feelings as his strong kiddie-cum swept
through his nervous system, became the boy's entire focus. "Good!
Good! Good! Yes! Yes! Yes" he began to chant, in time with his
ejaculation.

Marlin yelled at the top of his lungs, hoping someone would hear
him and come running. "Help! Help! Help!" he pleaded as the
feelings raced through his body and the naughty tentacle
continued to molest him mercilessly. Unfortunately for Marlin,
the boys in his room were oblivious and the adults were no longer
on the ship. Suddenly, Marlin was overcome with a new feeling.
"Oh! Oh no! It's bad! I feel funny! Help! Mommy!
MOMMMEEEEEEEE!!!" he cried, his climax finally slamming into the
poor boy with amazing force and making the child shake as if in a
seizure. He kept yelling for his mommy as he shot blast after
blast of baby boy cum into his Sucker, his boygasm raw and new
and wonderful.

The tentacles, though slowed somewhat, continued to molest
Marlin, Ian, and Ernesto. In fact, they continued to molest all
of the boys. The venom that had entered their bodies was at full
strength and Junior, taking advantage of that fact, left them
only a few seconds of recovery time before it's tentacles resumed
their breakneck sprint towards climax. Nearly a minute and a half
after finishing their kiddie-cums, Marlin, Ian, and Ernesto where
thrashing about as their second climax hit them ruthlessly. Then
they climaxed a third time. And a fourth time. And a fifth time.
For nearly an hour, Junior milked the boys on the Obstetrix
repeatedly to orgasm after orgasm. It wasn't until the boys
started to wear out, that they were all reduced to blubbering
idiots drooling all over themselves and unable to respond to any
external stimuli, that Junior withdrew it's tentacles away from
each boy and retracted them back to the cargo bay.

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The Creature was a little confused as to why Junior had withdrawn
its tentacles. Posing the question, Junior reassured it's parent
that this was not the end of its feeding. Instead, Junior wanted
to take some time to process all of the biological data it had
gathered from the prey. Then it would commence phase two.

Relieved that Junior was alright and proud at Juniors maturity,
the Creature contented itself with occasionally peaking into
Juniors mind at its offspring's thoughts while busying itself
with its own musings. To an outside observer, it appeared that
both the Creature and Junior had fallen asleep - their massive
bodies idle and their tentacles entirely retracted. For two
hours, they sat next to each other contently, each to their own
reflections with the Creature occasionally offering a bit of
parental wisdom to its offspring but generally leaving the youth
alone.

In the meantime, the boys of the Obstetrix slept; exhaustion
having allowed each of them to fall asleep rather peacefully
after the tentacles left. Even the older boys drifted into naps,
too tired to really protest and unable to leave their beds. The
venom, coursing through their bodies, remained active however. In
fact, as their minds floated on clouds, their bodies rapidly
re-energized. By the end of thirty minutes, each boy was hard as
a rock and dripping pre-cum like a leaky faucet. By the end of an
hour, the boys, still asleep, were rolling around in immense
arousal, their dreams filled with ghostly images of naughty
tentacles and even naughtier pleasures. By ninety minutes, many
of the boys were awake and moaning in need, their bodies aching
for release. It was at this point that little hands began to find
little boycocks and began to experiment. By the time two hours
slipped by, many of the boys had discovered masturbation and were
rapidly abusing their tiny peckers.

"Eh! Eh! Eh!" chanted five-year-old Taggert, the little boy's
hand flying up and down his stiff boyhood as he sat in the middle
of his bio-bed. Thanks to his ample pre-cum, his hand slid
effortlessly over his two and a half incher and he squealed every
time his little fist rubbed roughly over his sensitive helmet.
"Eh! Eh! EHHHHEEEEHHHHH!!!!" he cried suddenly, Whis first
self-induced boygasm rapidly hitting the boy while he continued
to stroke blast after blast of babyboy cum right into his hunched
over face. Without the tentacles sucking up his spooge, a small
lake began to form around him as the drenched boy continued to
milk blasts of cum out of his new best buddy. In fact, had the
bio-bed not noticed the liquid and began to drain it through its
poli-sentastic meta-derigerical surface; the boy likely would
have kept masturbating until he drowned in his own ejaculate. As
it was, when the boy finished his first boycum and began to work
towards his second, he found himself sitting in a dry bio-bed
once again.

This marvel of smart-technology was very useful as boy after boy
began to self-pump his own little organs; especially for the
infants who couldn't even sit up. Some would have been shocked to
look into little Terrence's bed and see the one-month-old rapidly
stroking blasts of cum out of his tiny pecker despite the fact
that the babe couldn't even sit up to see what he was stroking!
Of course, what none could tell was that Terrence, though only
one month old and only moving on instinct, needed to climax
badly! His arousal was so great and his lust was so powerful,
nothing short of climax could keep the infant sane.
Unfortunately, as his first climax became his second which became
his third, Terrence, and indeed all the boys, realized (to more
or less extent) that self-induced orgasms were not making the
lust abate. Indeed, the lust continued to grow!

Two hours passed successfully and Junior suddenly came alive. It
had reached a great deal of conclusions while thinking and was
excited about the possibilities. There was a great deal more to
coordinate and organize but Junior believed it had achieved what
none other of its species had achieved. The Creature could sense
Junior's excitement, of course, but Junior refused to explain and
blocked its parent's attempts at scoping out its thoughts.
Besides, Junior explained, it was time for phase two.

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A great cry rose up throughout the ship when Junior's tentacles
grasped each boy and raised him above his bed.  It was not a cry
of alarm. Instead, each boy, instinctually, realized that the
creatures grabbing them would bring release from the maddening
feelings coursing through their bodies. By this point, every boy
was soaked in his own ejaculate while his tiny boyboner continued
to quake in desire. The older boys wailed "Please... Please...
Please..." as they were wrapped up snuggly while the younger boys
gurgled demandingly as the tentacles cradled them with care.

Four-year-old Abejide, his ebony skin covered in white fuckslop,
moaned loudly as a Prodder teased his balls and two Suckers
latched onto his stiff sensitive nipples. A moment later, Abejide
groaned in relief as a familiar Sucker slid gracefully over his
two-inch boyhood, it's tight flesh engulfing his member as skin
rubbed against skin. "OHHHHH!!!!!" he moaned sharply as the
Sucker began to work it's magic, the tiny cila teasing his
swollen flesh while the internal muscle began to stroke tip to
base. As he sighed in enjoyment, two other Prodders carefully
spread his legs open, revealing his tiny virgin asshole; it's
tight flesh opening and closing slightly in time with his
masturbation.

A deck above, two year old Logan was in the same position, his
body wiggling as he enjoyed his molestation. Suddenly, the small
boy gave a startled cry as a Prodder, very thin and flexible,
made contact with his own pink flower. "Eep! Eep! Eep!" he
exclaimed, his boyhood forgotten as the naughty tentacle at his
backdoor began to tease his little boypussy by circling it
vigorously. The pleasure was totally new but incredibly welcome
to the boy as he began to hum loudly. Suddenly, the Prodder began
to put pressure at his entrance and started to worm it's way
inside. That feeling was odd and, as Logan's eyes shot open, he
began to squeal. "OU! OU! OU! NO! NO! OU! OU! NO!" his
high-pitched baby voice cried rapidly as the Prodder began to
fill him. At that very moment, the Prodder made contact with his
baby prostate and, with one final shove, slid abusively over the
tiny knot of flesh. "OHHH!! OHHH!!! OHHHH!!!" cried Logan
suddenly, his voice dropping an octave as he breathed heavily.

Two-week-old Eli was the youngest boy in the ship and, at that
moment, was sucking contently on a Prodder that had slipped
welcomingly into his mouth. Though he couldn't conceptualize what
was happening to him, his body recognized that it felt both
wonderful and on the precipice of something powerful. As his very
tiny little boyhood was stroked and an incredibly thin Prodder
pounded his petite boypussy rapidly, the baby began to wiggle and
coo as climax was nearly realized. Then, two things occurred at
the same time. First, the Prodder changed angles slightly and
began hammer Eli's immature prostate. Second, the tiny Prodder
imbedded deep within the Sucker on his little penis, shot forward
and thrust itself deep in his urethra, sliding almost to his
bladder in one quick move. These to actions caused Eli to arch in
pleasure as his orgasm crashed upon him.

The baby wiggled while his hands and feet clenched repeatedly. He
gurgled frantically, overwhelmed by the kiddie-cum. His eyes
blinked and his nostrils flared. He shook, as if having a
seizure. The Prodder in his urethra withdrew as his immature
balls and abused little prostate pumped shot after shot into the
greedy Sucker that masturbated him furiously.

Logan's hips thrust repeatedly forward as the boy expelled blast
after blast of boycum. All the while, the Sucker on his little
cocklett continued to stroke him, paying a great deal of
attention to his sensitive head but not neglecting the rest of
him. He howled as he came, unintelligible words pouring out of
his slack jaw just as his spunk poured out of his randy pecker.

"Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!" wailed Abejide in his high boy soprano as
he climaxed, the Prodder flying inhumanly fast in and out of his
little shitter. His boygasm seemed to last forever and the poor
boy, snot (or cum, perhaps?) dripping from his nose as he
thrashed back and forth, was holding on for dear life. At the
very moment that his climax finished peaking and he began to come
down, the naughty tentacles rolled the boy in his right side and
lifted his left leg high into the air, creating a brand new angle
for the assault. Indeed, Junior didn't slow down the onslaught
and instead seemed to increase the pace of the masturbating
Sucker and the Fucking Prodder, sending the fucktube deep into
Abejide. "AHHHH!!!!! AHHHH!!! NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" he screamed, a
second boygasm hitting before the first had actually ended. When
that one seemed to be in decline, the tentacles turned him upside
down and continued to saw brutally against his flesh, sending the
blubbering boy into his third boygasm in less than a minute.

All around the ship, the boys were assaulted savagely, twisted
and turned so that the tentacles could rape them to climax after
climax. The boys cried, they pleaded, the wept, they squealed,
they hollered. Nothing worked. They just kept cumming and cumming
and cumming. The Creature, monitoring their life signs, cautioned
Junior to be careful but Junior, fully in control, used it's
venom to reinforce the boy's bodies to withstand their trials.

This was no longer about feeding for Junior. It was about
something much greater. Its parent wouldn't understand. It didn't
recognize the potential of this species. Junior would show it.
Junior would show the universe. Evolution! It was so close! And
these creatures, they were the key!

None of the boys of the Obstetrix maintained consciousness for
more than a half an hour. By that time, they had each had dozens
of orgasms, their climaxes practically continual and
uninterrupted. Their eyes glazed over. Their bodies went slack.
They retreated into their minds, hiding from the pleasure that
sought to destroy them. It was a good thing too, for Junior,
convinced of its mission, slowly drew the boys to it while
continuing to milk them to boygasm after boygasm. The Creature
almost put a stop to the whole thing but it's offspring seemed so
sure that whatever it was planning would work. Curious, the
Creature didn't interfere.

By this point, Junior had changed it's bodies' composition a
great deal and, as the first few boys arrived, the tentacles drew
them into Junior so that the boys floated in the middle of it's
gelatinous body, hovering in a massive empty air filled bubble
and supported by the tentacles that grew from the walls. All two
hundred thirty six young boys soon found themselves floating in
the interior of Junior, the internal cavern brightly lit from
Junior's now florescent tentacles. And those tentacles continued
to work! Their boycocks were still milked. Their nipples were
still rubbed. Their boypussies were filled with Junior as it
continued to assault their prostates. They continued to cum,
riding climax to climax. The only difference between being on the
ship and being inside Junior was that this time, instead of being
scattered throughout the decks, they were all in one place and
had the opportunity to watch each other as they were communally
molested.

Junior took over the vital functions of the boys using its
Feeders, infusing their blood with all the necessary nutrients.
The boys would survive without any trouble inside this cavernous
bubble while Junior began to change their genetic structures.
Because the process would take time, Junior, instructing to
Creature to follow, left the cargo bay of the Obstetrix and
drifted into space. As the two aliens made their way toward the
nebula, nearly three hundred boys climaxing continuously in the
depths of space, Junior began to plan for the future.

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The Hyrotian nebula was at the heart of Human space, surrounded
on all directions by colonies and spaceports and the boundaries
of the human civilization. Though not a massive species, the
humans had been able to carve out a small section of the galaxy
for themselves. It was no coincidence, then, that the aliens had
decided to inhabit this particular spacial anomaly. Indeed, this
was one of the few safe places for the large creatures left in
the galaxy. Though they were peaceful organisms, they had been
hunted by many of the spacefaring species and had long ago taken
to hiding. The humans had never discovered that this was their
sanctuary because the alien's telepathy had driven away any
curious human vessels seeking exploration.

Within the nebula were nearly a million alien creatures, a
community in harmony but relatively static and constantly worried
about being discovered. Among them, Junior was unique. Perhaps it
had a genetic abnormality. Perhaps its parent had caught some
virus when it last visited earth. Perhaps Junior was simply
smarter than the rest of its species. Regardless, Junior saw in
these humans a potential that it's parent, and indeed none of the
creatures, had seen.

For nearly six months, Junior worked in secret on the boys of the
Obstetrix. Oh, every creature in the community knew Junior had
the prey and was working on them but none interfered. In many
ways, they were all curious as to the end result. Junior, for
it's part, changed the boy's genetic structure and neural
pathways. It encoded lines of data into their chromosomes and
imprinted vast amounts of knowledge into their newly hard-wired
brains. These boys would be the start of something wonderful for
the creatures and Junior was obsessed with his new project and
the dreams it sought to realize.

For the boys, the six months were a ride unlike any other. They
would awake from unconsciousness floating in a brightly lit place
with no idea where they were or what had happened to them. The
older boys would look around and notice that the place was filled
with many other boys and, for a moment, they would stare at the
glowing tentacles that bound them all. Then, just moments after
they awoke, their bodies would be teased and pleasured and
assaulted just as they had been on the Obstetrix. The Suckers
would work their little penises rapidly while their nipples were
tweaked and played with. The Prodders, as dexterous as ever,
would tease their tight puckers before a large shaft would slip
up into their assholes and fuck them silly. They would writhe and
moan and cum and struggle and yell in delight and climax and pant
and screech and boygasm and be overwhelmed with the onslaught of
pleasure before finally, almost mercifully, falling into
unconsciousness. Then, Junior would wait a few hours while
continuing to work, wipe their memories of the previous
experience, and start the process over again. In the six months
the boys were in Junior, they experienced their first ever
kiddie-cum thousands of times.

Of course, sometimes Junior would have to test the programing a
bit so it would release the boys from the grip of the tentacles,
give them some objective (through it's genetic re-sequencing or
DNA restructuring), and watch to see what happened. Since there
were no other options, Junior would always give them something
physical to do. Junior might observe as two five-year-olds rolled
around in a vigorous sixty-nine while slurping blast after blast
of cum into their hungry mouths. Junior might watch as a chain of
one year olds crawled towards each other and began to rim each
other's assholes. Junior might even order a full on orgy where it
could observe all the boys fucking and sucking each other with
abandon; those too young to move much being passed around by the
older boys and impaled on little horny dickies or sucked to
screeching little kiddie-cums. All in all, Junior was pleased
with its level of control over the prey.

By the time the six months had ended, Junior was ready to put its
plan into motion. After sending out a telepathic message and
luring a human ship closer to the nebula, all it took was for
Junior to deliver the human offspring to that vessel. The humans
were understandably ecstatic to get their young back and
proceeded to whisk the former prey off to their inhabited
planets. Of course, this was exactly what Junior had hoped for.
As the vessel left the solar system, already contacting the human
authorities to deliver the wonderful news, Junior could almost
feel the galaxy draw in a collective breath. Soon, the course of
human events would change radically.