Halloween Femme Fixation

Welcome to the start of Horny Spooks month here at Arousing Adventures! I’m Ms. Kat and I’m kicking us off with an out of this world adventure. A Halloween femme fixation, is a very fitting now for what our main character is going to endure. Enjoy!

A Pulsating Chamber

It was Halloween night, the kind where the air hung thick with fog and the distant howls of costumed kids echoed like omens. I’d just left a shitty party in the old part of town—fake witches and vampires grinding to bad techno, cheap beer making my head swim. I was Jack, 28, single, and feeling that familiar itch of loneliness as I trudged through the misty streets toward my apartment. The moon was a bloated orange orb, casting shadows that twisted like fingers reaching for me.

I didn’t hear the ship. No dramatic beam of light or sci-fi whine. One second, I was kicking a crumpled pumpkin off the sidewalk; the next, the world blurred into a vortex of swirling colors. My stomach lurched, and I blacked out, the taste of copper on my tongue.

When I came to, I was strapped to a cold, glowing table in what looked like a pulsating chamber. The walls throbbed with bioluminescent veins, pulsing pink and violet like a living heartbeat. My clothes were gone—ripped away, leaving me naked and exposed. Panic surged through me, my cock twitching involuntarily in the chill air as I strained against the restraints. Soft, iridescent cuffs held my wrists and ankles, warm to the touch, almost caressing.

Femme But Not Human

Then they appeared. Three of them, gliding from the shadows like ghosts from a fever dream. They were… beautiful. Femme, but not human. Tall, slender figures with skin like polished pearl, shimmering under the chamber’s glow. Their bodies were curvaceous—full breasts straining against translucent, web-like garments that clung like second skin, hips swaying with hypnotic grace. Long, flowing tendrils of hair cascaded down their backs, shifting colors from silver to crimson. No eyes, just smooth, featureless faces with full, pouty lips that parted slightly, revealing rows of tiny, glowing teeth. They moved in unison, their forms radiating an otherworldly femininity that made my pulse race and my dick harden despite the terror.

One approached, her—its?—hand hovering over my chest. No words, but a pressure bloomed in my mind, like fingers tracing thoughts. Fix you, it conveyed, the impression warm and insistent, laced with a seductive promise. Images flashed: my body, broken and rigid, then soft, flowing, complete. The others nodded, their lips curving in silent smiles, gesturing fluidly toward my form. We mend. We make whole. For the harvest. Halloween’s veil thinned tonight, they seemed to imply, and I was chosen.

I thrashed, shouting, “What the fuck? Let me go!” But my voice echoed uselessly. The lead one placed a palm on my forehead, and calm flooded me—eerie, arousing calm. My cock throbbed harder, pre-cum beading at the tip as unwanted heat pooled in my groin. They were fixing me? Turning me into… what? The telepathic whisper deepened: Male form flawed. We reshape. Pleasure awaits.

Femme Fixation

They began with my skin. The second alien, her breasts heaving gently with each breath, trailed her fingers down my arms. Where she touched, my flesh tingled, then burned sweetly. Hairs I’d never shaved—coarse black strands on my forearms—receded like melting wax, vanishing into smooth, silky perfection. My skin softened, pores tightening, taking on a luminous sheen like theirs. I gasped as the sensation spread, my biceps deflating slightly, losing their bulky definition for lithe, feminine curves. “No… stop,” I groaned, but my voice cracked, pitching higher, softer.

The third one knelt between my legs, her tendril-hair brushing my thighs. She—or it—gestured at my chest, and the lead one nodded. They pressed their hands there, palms glowing. A deep itch bloomed under my pecs, like muscles rearranging themselves. I arched off the table, the restraints humming as they held me. My nipples hardened first, swelling from flat nubs to sensitive peaks, darkening to a rosy hue. Then the real change hit: fat and tissue swelled beneath, pushing outward in slow, erotic waves. My chest heaved, inflating into soft, heavy breasts—full C-cups at first, then growing to Ds, jiggling with each panicked breath. The skin stretched taut, veins faintly visible under the pearl-like surface, nipples erect and aching for touch.

I Couldn’t Stop It

“Oh god,” I moaned, the sound now a breathy whimper. Milk-white flesh quivered as they formed, sensitive beyond belief. The lead alien circled a finger around one nipple, and electric pleasure shot straight to my core, making my cock jerk. But even as I writhed in confused ecstasy, the transformation deepened. Areolas widened, puckering invitingly, and a phantom lactation teased at the tips—droplets of clear fluid beading, not milk, but something alien and arousing.

My mind reeled. This couldn’t be real. But the weight on my chest felt so goddamn good, bouncing slightly as I twisted. The aliens conveyed approval: Beautiful. Balanced. Their gestures were like a dance, hands molding the air as if sculpting me.

Heart-Shaped Perfection

Next, my hips. The second alien straddled the table’s edge, her thighs—smooth, endless—pressing against mine. She placed her hands on my pelvis, and a grinding pressure built inside my bones. I screamed as my hips cracked and widened, the iliac crests flaring outward in a symphony of pops and shifts. Cartilage softened, reforming into a feminine sway. My ass followed, cheeks plumping with new fat, rounding into plush, heart-shaped perfection. The skin there tightened, then softened to velvet, a faint dimple forming at the base of my spine as my waist cinched inward, ribs subtly compressing for an hourglass silhouette.

I felt it all—the erotic pull of muscles lengthening in my thighs, slimming my calves into elegant lines. My feet arched slightly, toes dainty. Pubic hair thinned, retreating like whispers, leaving my groin bald and exposed. My cock, still hard and traitorous, bobbed with the changes, veins pulsing as blood redirected. “Please… what are you doing to me?” I begged, voice now a sultry alto, lips fuller as my face began to shift—jaw softening, cheeks rounding, eyes widening into almond shapes framed by lengthening lashes.

It Was Becoming A Full Femme Fixation

The third alien focused there, between my legs. Her featureless face hovered inches from my erection, lips parting in what looked like a sigh. Telepathic waves crashed: Core flawed. We correct. Embrace the fold. She extended a finger, glowing with energy, and traced the underside of my shaft. Pleasure exploded—white-hot, orgasmic. My balls tightened, drawing up as if sucked inward. I bucked, pre-cum spurting in a weak arc onto her hand. She absorbed it, the glow intensifying.

The transformation of my genitals was the most graphic, the most invasive. It started with a deep, internal tugging. My testicles ached, swelling momentarily before inverting, sliding up into my body cavity with a slick, wet pop. I could feel them reforming—twisting, reshaping into ovaries, the sensation like a slow, erotic birth. Nerves fired wildly, pleasure bordering on pain as they nestled deep in my pelvis, connected by tubes that bloomed into fallopian pathways. “Fuck… oh fuck, it’s moving inside me,” I gasped, my new breasts heaving, nipples diamond-hard.

Torturous Ecstasy

My scrotum didn’t vanish; it softened, the skin loosening and folding inward. The seam split further, lips forming from the stretched sac—outer labia first, plump and pink, parting slightly to reveal the sensitive inner folds. My cock—my proud, throbbing dick—began to recede next. It didn’t shrink painfully; no, it was a torturous ecstasy. The shaft pulsed, shortening inch by inch, the head inverting like a blooming flower. Urethra realigned, tunneling upward as the glans reshaped into a hooded clitoris, swelling with hyper-sensitive nerves. I screamed in rapture as it happened, the tip of my former cock emerging as a pearl of flesh, engorged and twitching.

Pre-cum oozed, but now it slicked the forming vaginal canal. The aliens watched, their bodies undulating in rhythm with my changes. The lead one gestured encouragingly: Feel the depth. The hunger. My prostate, deep inside, morphed into a G-spot, a spongy cluster that made my hips grind involuntarily. The canal lengthened, walls rippling into slick, textured folds—velvety ridges designed for friction, for filling. A cervix bloomed at the end, a tight ring guarding the new womb that expanded within me, fertile and aching.

A Pristine Pussy

By now, my entire crotch was a masterpiece of alien engineering: a pristine pussy, lips glistening with arousal, clit peeking from its hood like a needy button. The remnants of my sack formed the labia minora, delicate and frilled, parting to show the entrance weeping with natural lubricant. I was drenched, the scent musky and feminine, my body betraying me with waves of heat. My clit throbbed, sending jolts up my spine, and I realized I could feel everything—the cool air on my folds, the phantom echo of penetration that wasn’t there.

The second alien leaned in, her breath—warm, scented like exotic spices—ghosting over my new sex. She traced a finger along the slit, parting the lips with clinical precision, exposing the pink interior. I moaned, high and desperate, as she dipped inside, the intrusion slick and probing. Whole now, they conveyed collectively, their minds linking with mine in a chorus of approval. Harvest ready.

I Was Harvest Ready

My face completed the shift last: lips plumping to bee-stung fullness, nose refining, brows arching femininely. Hair cascaded down my back in waves of auburn silk, longer than I’d ever worn it. I was… she was… beautiful. A mirror materialized from the wall, and I stared at my reflection: curves that screamed seduction, breasts perky and full, pussy shaved and inviting. Jack was gone; in her place was Jade, or something equally evocative. The name floated in my mind, gifted by them.

But the eroticism didn’t end with the change. They released the restraints, and I— she—sat up, legs trembling. The lead alien guided my hand to my new breasts, and I cupped them instinctively, thumbs circling the nipples. Sparks of pleasure made me gasp, my clit pulsing in sympathy. The third one knelt again, spreading my thighs wide. Nonverbally, they urged: Explore. Feel the fix.

I Had To Touch

Tentatively, I slid a hand down, fingers brushing the soft mound. The labia yielded like petals, warm and wet. I parted them, gasping at the sensitivity, then traced the clit—oh god, the clit. It was like stroking the most intense part of my old cock, but amplified, waves crashing through my core. I circled it, hips bucking, and the aliens watched, their forms glowing brighter, as if feeding on my arousal.

Emboldened, I dipped two fingers into the entrance. The walls clenched greedily, sucking me in, textured ridges massaging every knuckle. “It’s so… tight,” I whimpered, voice husky and feminine. I pumped slowly, feeling the depth—the way my new cervix kissed the tips. Juices coated my hand, dripping down my ass crack onto the table. The second alien joined, her finger alongside mine, stretching me further. We scissored inside, hitting that G-spot, and I came—hard. My pussy spasmed, squirting clear fluid in arcs, breasts bouncing as convulsions wracked me. No cumshot, but an orgasm that radiated from my core, leaving me shuddering, fulfilled in a way my male body never had.

Join Us. Be One.

They didn’t stop there. The Halloween harvest, they implied, required more. The lead one positioned me on all fours, my ass high, pussy exposed and dripping. She produced a tendril from her garment—phallic, glowing, ribbed like my inner walls. It hovered at my entrance, teasing the lips. Consent was in their gestures: Join us. Be one. I nodded, lost in the heat, and she thrust in.

The penetration was exquisite agony-ecstasy. The tendril filled me completely, stretching my virgin walls, ridges dragging along every fold. It pulsed inside, vibrating against my G-spot, while the third alien suckled my nipple, her mouth warm and insistent. I rocked back, fucking myself on it, clit grinding against her thigh. The second one fingered my ass—now a tight, puckered rosebud unchanged but hyper-sensitive—adding to the overload.

Orgasms built in layers: one clitoral, shuddering through my clit like lightning; another deep, milking the tendril as my womb clenched. I screamed her name—Jade—embracing the femininity. Fluids gushed, soaking us all, the chamber filling with the scent of alien sex and my transformation’s musk.

Hours blurred— or was it minutes in their time? They took turns, their bodies merging with mine in telepathic bliss. One rode my face, her featureless slit grinding against my tongue, conveying flavors of starlight and sin. I lapped eagerly, new instincts guiding me. Another filled my pussy while I fingered myself, discovering how my body craved double penetration.

Spread The Balance

As dawn’s light filtered through some porthole—Halloween fading—they conveyed finality: Fixed. Return. Spread the balance. They beamed me back to my street, clothed in a skimpy witch’s outfit that hugged my curves. I stumbled home, pussy still throbbing, breasts tender under the fabric.

Now, every Halloween, the itch returns—not loneliness, but hunger. For them. For more fixing. And deep down, I know I’m whole.

I hope you enjoyed this kinky extraterrestrial femme fixation. If you are craving more out of this world naughtiness the Ebony Goddess Nicole has her own naughty alien tale over on her blog. Ready for some breeding; click here!

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