Alien/Female/Baby

You decide to start with a female baby that's too young to talk, so you settle for being a few months old, and after a little research choose to have blond curly hair and blue eyes. When you hear voices on the nearby lane, you lay down on the grass and start crying. You want to look abandoned, so you are naked, but wrapped in a small blanket.

"Hello, what's this," a man's voice.

"Looks like a baby." Another man's voice. "That's a shame," you think. You had hoped for a male/female couple, but you have to go along with it now.

"Who the fuck would leave a baby on the road like that," first man says.

"I don't see no one around, I suppose we'd better take her to the police or something," the second man says, and he bends down to pick you up. Aware of the need to ingratiate yourself, you give him a big smile, revealing your two teeth. He opens the blanket to get a good look at you. "She looks healthy," he says, and you get a blast of beer fumes.

"Cute too," the other man says, and he is not looking at your face.

They walk for a while, and you are carried along, cradled in the man's arms. "You know," he says.

"What?"

"Maybe we should take her to my place for the night."

"Why?"

"Well, she is pretty cute, and we don't really want to get involved with the cops and the Social, do we?" You are aware that the man's finger seems to have strayed between your legs and is pressed against your vagina.

"I dunno Bert. Remember all that trouble we had with young Maisie?" It seems that the man carrying you is called Bert.

"It was only when her old man found out. He thought he was the only one porking the little slut.”

“I s’pose we could keep her tonight. We can decide what to do in the morning.” He stops walking. “You can stay too if you want, Fred,” he says.

Bert’s house is ramshackle and dirty. Even though you turned your olfactory sense down after the beer breath, you still get a whiff of something unpleasant when he unlocks the door. “Dunno why you bother locking it,” Fred says. “There’s nowt worth stealing.”

Bert drops you onto a couch and sucks his finger which, for the last few minutes, was buried in your vagina. “You got any clothes for her,” Fred says from the kitchen where he seems to be making a hot drink.

“Nah. Don’t think she’ll need any,” Bert says with a grin, sitting beside you.

“What about nappies and stuff,” Fred says, as he comes in with two steaming mugs.

Bert shrugs. “Wouldn’t be the first time I got pissed on,” he says. Fred fetches a plastic cup full of milk from the kitchen and holds it up to your mouth. A lot goes down your front, but you do get to drink a little.

“Pizza,” Fred says. Bert agrees, and Fred gets on the phone to order it. “Ham and pineapple,” he says, “and we’ll have some ice cream too.”

You aren’t sure if this body is developed enough to cope with ham and pineapple but you swallow some down and then suck on the cheesy crust. You are sitting on the couch, propped up with cushions, Bert is next to you and Fred in another chair opposite. “She likes that,” Fred says as Bert puts some ice cream on a finger for you to lick off.

“She likes it on a finger, I wonder if she’ll like it on this,” Bert says and opens his trousers to pull out a semi-hard cock.

• You throw up
• You lick the ice cream off Bert's cock Request --SumireIzumi (talk) 23:05, 22 November 2021 (CET)