Addie felt before she understood.

The air felt warm, almost oppressively so. She smelt honey mixed with a metallic aroma. An odd combination. Addie opened her eyes, her vision foggy. Her head wasn’t aching anymore. In fact, it felt cool. Bare.

Addie woke up a bit more. Something was not right here.

She looked down at her body. Her neck felt stiff, her movements slow. She saw well-toned curves, a soft belly, arms and legs carrying supple skin and firm muscles. Her breasts were… gigantic.

Oh, fuck!

Each of her breasts was so large she could see the veins in the skin. They bobbled in front of her, floating in clear liquid, nipples sticking out like large nozzles. She could feel a slight tingle as she wiggled her chest, letting the thick nubs trail along the liquid’s surface.

She grunted, her mouth feeling unfamiliar. Then she looked at what was in front of her, crossing her eyes in the process. Something warm and wet covered her mouth and nose. It was not the pod’s breathing mask; that thing did not feel this way. Unless this was all the simulation’s doing…

Addie looked up, focusing her eyes as she tried to ignore the thick warmth pooled around her lower body, legs, and feet—all bare. She experienced some disorientation when she realized she was not lying down, but straight up. When had she moved? Why was she moved? What kind of fucked-up simulation was this?!

A vibration came from around Addie, centered behind her back. Ripples travelled along the air, exposing a thick, clear membrane that extended on all sides and met in front of her with a thick vein going up the center. It was all one single thing: a large sac of flesh.

Addie gurgled out in surprise as the thick membrane cleared, revealing a larger world of flesh and metal, both elements fused together and crisscrossing paths in a bizarre symmetry. made the outside world look a bit cloudy. Addie saw thick columns holding up rows upon rows of other flesh-sacs on a curling wall of chitin. The columns were composed of pink flesh and glistening, polished chrome or steel; a fusion of the two materials that made something almost human.

Addie looked closer and then wiggled in surprise. The columns were human, shaped like women. Unashamedly naked women, sporting cybernetic parts amongst their fleshy bits. Each woman squatted onto a massive metal phallus, frozen at the deepest point of their thrust. The women’s eyes were covered up, their mouths frozen in thick pouty expressions, their tits thrust out with rock-hard nipples.

Vibrations came through the sac’s outer surface, disturbing the liquid within it. A shadow loomed over the sac, and Addie wanted to scream through her new flesh-mask. A colossal being, far taller than Addie and the sac she was in, looked down at her.

It was a fusion of flesh, metal, and carnal desire; inhuman but not terrifying, standing up to her level despite how high her sac seemed to be from the red, pulpy ground. Its lower body had breasts, vaginal lips, puckered assholes, and thick phalluses arranged in segmented layers, but it moved on slithering tendrils as thick as tree trunks. Its torso had layers of black chitin, a natural armor against this strange environment.

The upper arms, four of them, each sported claws of polished chrome and sharpened to fine points. The visible muscles of those arms pulsed, visible tubes showing the flow of various liquids and chemicals. Its face, hanging in front of a short, unseen neck, was a mask of pure obsidian save for three glowing, golden eyes.

The eyes were… shimmering.

Vessel Eleven. Flesh. You will be integrated. You will be loved. You will be happy. Forever.

The sac pulsed. Addie, reeling from the force of words pressed into her mind, felt movement from behind her and below her. Her legs spread open, too slow to fully react. Thick, black tendrils swam in the liquid, blinking with white lights as their curved front moved at her vagina and navel. Addie yelped before they ever reached their targets.

Pressure came from her belly button first. One tendril pushed against it, pressing on her navel. It went through the skin, a small burst of red signifying the damage. But there was no pain, only more pressure as it shifted around inside her organs. Addie struggled to rise, to kick, to break free in some way.

Warmth came from her belly, spreading through her with wild speed. She stopped moving, the warmth numbing her mind to fear and revulsion. This meant the tendril that pushed between her vaginal lips, pushing into her labia and towards her ovaries, was given free reign. It pushed, slid out a bit, and then pushed harder, moving deeper each time.

Addie finally reacted when she felt something rub against her asshole. She worked her muscles to seal that space; instead, her sphincter eased open like a sliding door. Another long, wriggling thing entered her through that hole, swirling inwards. She felt no pain, her anus remaining open and receptive.

The warmth. It was making her body willing for invasion. For fucking.

Addie groaned, breathing fast. She had no clue about this, why this simulation was what was going to help her calm down. On one of her breaths, a black tendril darted up to her face. The tendril’s front end split open, revealing a phallus-shaped object and smaller, wire-like tentacles around it. Addie wanted to move back but there was no space left for her to do so. The tendril snapped shut again and stabbed forward, plugging into the front of her mask.

An audible schlik sounded, followed by a quiet shunk as the tendril opened again. A short, “Gluk?!” came from her throat as the phallic object filled her mouth and grew even larger. Her nostrils got the smaller wire-tendrils in them, travelling through her nasal cavity and down to her esophagus. The phallus held Addie’s jaw open, but there was no pressure thanks to the warmth from her navel.

Addie wanted to sneeze, spit, vomit, anything to get her mouth free. Her body did not listen. It wasn’t her body now. She shouted, the phallus making her protests become muffled warbles. The creature outside the sac did not react beyond shifting its posture slightly, still watching Addie with its eyes.

Addie’s head began to feel hot as she looked into the creature’s eyes. “Let me go!” she tried to say, and when she couldn’t convey that through her mouth she tried to do it with her eyes.

The phallus wiggled, coating her tongue with a sweet substance. Addie choked, her eyes watering. She swallowed, an automatic response. Her throat locked up outside of her control, rebounding the substance back to her opened lips. She tried again, with the same result. She couldn’t keep it in her mouth for much longer…

“UUGH!”

Addie’s gag reflex triggered, forcing saliva and the phallus’ sweet stuff out as thick drool. It slid down her chin, along the front of her neck, and dribbled onto the sac’s liquid. Tears joined the drool as Addie cried at her inability to swallow something. Such a simple function now gone, leaving her to suffer its loss.

A lance of fear hit her. How could she breathe like this?! Was she going to suffocate?!

Addie screamed, releasing more drool. She pushed her body to move, trying to get past the warmth and reactivate the nerves she felt she still had in this voluptuous form. The tendrils in her pussy and ass froze, holding their positions inside her. Outside of Addie’s notice, the creature observing her moved two long, whip-like tendrils to the sides of the sac, piercing through the membrane without breaking it open.

As Addie struggled, the sac’s liquid sloshing about from her motions, the new tendrils adjusted their positions and spun into tighter, precise tips. When Addie flopped back down from rising a few inches off the sac’s bottom, the tips zipped inside her ear canals.

SHIK! SHIK!

Cold. Piercing cold; a chilling of the brain. Addie stopped struggling again. She heard a steady thrum-thrum-thrum in her ear canals, vibrating inside her skull. The sound morphed, like someone learning a new language. It became words she could chillingly understand.

*Flesh is loved*

*Flesh is safe*

*Mother feeds Flesh*

*Mother loves Flesh*

The words came from many voices, a conglomeration of men and women speaking in unison. Addie’s ears suffered an intense bombardment of words and facts – truths? – as the cold in her head began to recede.

*Mother loves Vessel*

*Vessel obeys Mother*

*Mother is here*

*Accept Mother’s love*

The tendril in her pussy throbbed, vibrating along her inner walls. Pleasure suddenly came back to Addie, and all she could do was take it. She tried to bite down on the phallus in her mouth, but it did not crack or bleed or break like she wanted. Enraged, she tried to suck on it and decrease its mass. This motion produced an unexpected benefit: a burst of air comes from the tendrils in her nose.

The voices kept speaking as Addie realized something had changed.

*Suck and drool*

*Drool and breathe*

*Suck*

*Drool*

*Breathe*

A pattern. Addie suckled on the phallus, trying to steadily drool. To her joy, air pumped down her throat and into her needy lungs with each suck of the phallus. Outside the sac, the golden eyes watching Addie increased their glow. New words flowed into her brain through her ears.

*Vessel Eleven listens*

*Vessel Eleven obeys*

*Good Vessel Eleven*

*Safe Vessel Eleven*

*Loved Vessel Eleven*

*Mother’s Vessel Eleven*

Addie’s legs wriggled as the tendril in her vagina vibrated again. This time, it overwhelmed her; her juices spilled out and around the tendril, leaking into the sac’s liquid. Her bladder gave out, mixing urine into the equation. But the tendril snapped open – she could feel it happen – to cover her vaginal lips. The juices, both types, did not leave her body.

A slurping sensation came. Addie gurgled as, as far as she could figure, the tendril began to absorb whatever she expelled there. All that remained was a hollow cleanliness. It was cleaning her insides. Why?

Addie’s bowels suddenly clenched, fear spiking in her gut. What about what’s in my ass?

She got her answer a second later: wriggling digits pressed against her rectum, digging up towards her large intestine. Panic surged in her again, and she gained enough energy in her arms to begin reaching down towards her asshole.

Not fast enough.

Addie groaned in agonized shame as she felt something spray into her bowels, liquefying whatever this new body had put there. Her anal muscles tensed and released, tensed and released, and all she felt was a great sense of release.

The tendril in her ass snapped open at the rim of her hole, locking the waste there. Addie shivered as she felt a forceful schlorp, and then another hollow emptiness. Her asshole was empty, she suspected, save for the tendril.

Addie wept, shamed and sickened even as her body gave a feeling of strong relaxation. The voices kept speaking to her; the eyes of that monster outside continued to glow.

*Mother cleans Vessel*

*Mother protects Vessel*

*Do not worry*

*Vessel is safe*

Addie growled around the phallus-gag. She was not safe; she was not protected. She was not a damned “Vessel” to this nightmarish thing! She was Addie Markovic, and she wanted out!

The monster – the “Mother” – snapped its upper arms forward, grabbing the sac between its claws. The entire sac shook, shifting Addie along with it. She looked right into those golden eyes, now searing orbs of dazzling light.

Remember.

The creatures in Addie’s ears shifted, the mantras cutting off. Addie stared deep, deep into the golden glow. Amidst the radiant flashes, she saw herself sitting down on a chair, looking at a piece of paper on a desk in front of her. A drunken smile was on her face as she wrote something down on that paper. As she saw herself write, the words appeared before her new body’s eyes.

“I want to be sealed away from everything. Put me in an enclosed space, make sure my needs are tended to, and just leave me alone. Like a kid in the womb. I don’t want to think about anything in there. Just me, floating and dreaming and feeling good, forever and ever.”

Her words. Her desire. No outside influence. Addie’s mind reeled, struck dumb.

She had wanted this. To be free of need, of cravings. Nothing left in her head but warmth and fullness and love. So much love.

Why fight this? Why fight Mother’s love?

She couldn’t. She shouldn’t.

Not anymore.

The mask giving Addie’s changed anatomy air throbbed, sending ripples along the connecting tube as Addie’s body wracked with wild, rhythmic jerks. The Mother noticed this change, drawing back for a second. Its eyes softened, becoming small sparks instead of blazing fires. When Addie showed no further signs of deterioration beyond her eyes rolling back to show the whites, it carefully slid a claw down the center membrane of the sac. The liquid inside spilled out, dribbling onto the ground and soaking it with Addie’s birth-essence.

The mask was pulled off Addie’s mouth with delicate movements of the Mother’s phalanges, the tendrils within wriggling wildly as they were exposed to air. Addie spat the sweet stuff and drool she still held, her tongue lolling out, her lips frozen in a wide “O” as she drew in deep, shuddering breaths. The tendrils in her other orifices still worked, still filled her holes, never ceasing in their efforts to give her warmth and pleasure.

Mother spoke, thrusting words in Addie’s head.

What are you?

Addie looked at the mother, her pupils dilated so far that they almost filled up her eyeballs, and bellowed out her new truth: “I AM FLESH!”

Who are you?

“VESSEL ELEVEN!”

What do you want?

“MOTHER’S LOVE!” Addie laughed loudly and wildly, wriggling with desire as she climaxed, spraying molten love into the tendril protecting her unworthy cunt from anything dangerous. “USE YOUR FLESH, MOTHER! USE YOUR VESSEL! I LOVE YOU!”

The “Mother” shoved the mask back into its place on Addie’s face, making her choke and grunt with gleeful abandon. The golden eyes hardened again but did not brighten.

SHOW ME.

A command, given from the ultimate authority. The only authority that mattered to Flesh.

Loud, audible choking noises came from Vessel Eleven as she worked her tongue and mouth around the dildo-gag. Drool slid down her chin in rivulets, her head bobbing up and down like a piston. Each breath she took was a loud gasp, barely blocking out the sound of her efforts.

Praise came quickly, adding to what the Vessel already felt and enjoyed.

*Good Flesh*

*Happy Flesh*

*Loving Flesh*

*Mother’s Flesh*

The Vessel squealed as a fresh orgasm raced through her, making her breasts jiggle as she humped the air. Though the action produced no additional stimulation, it did make the “Mother” coo in amusement.

Continue, my Vessel. Never cease.

Vessel Eleven obeyed. Even when her sac was sealed up again, she knew the “Mother” watched and listened. When the sac turned opaque, plunging her into near-darkness, Vessel Eleven did not falter in her ministrations. When she felt two ribbed mouths clamp around her aching nipples and squeeze them in time with her heart, Vessel Eleven dropped even deeper into blissful servitude.

Mother knew her Vessels would be well. She knew her Flesh and kept it safe. There was no separation, no isolation. Only love.

Vessel Eleven loved her Mother. She would show that love, alone or together, without fail, for as long as Mother wanted it.

*Flesh obeys Mother*

*Flesh loves Mother*

*Mother is all Flesh needs*

The voices – truths! – in Vessel Eleven’s ears agreed. She obeyed them, too, because Mother had made them. Mother was everything.

Time lost its meaning as Vessel Eleven did everything she could to show her love. Even when everything was taken care of for her, she knew she had to earn it. Mother’s machines took away the bad so she could have more of the good. Bad to good, pain to pleasure.

All was Mother’s Flesh. All was Mother’s Love.

FOREVER.