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The ukkur ignored her. He handed off the bowl of food to Ravnar, then set to work connecting the rubber hose to the metal funnel. Shit, it was like one of those beer funnels from a college party back on Earth.

God. They were going to force-feed her.

A bead of cold sweat rolled down Alyx’s spine, triggering a shiver.

Alyx started talking a mile a minute now, tripping over her words, desperately trying to convince the ukkur that she would willingly eat if they would just give her another chance. She knew they couldn’t understand her, but it didn’t matter—the words kept tumbling out like a reflex.

And the cruel sneer on Ravnar’s face suggested that he did understand. Maybe not the exact words, but he got the gist.

It made no difference.

She’d had her chance.

Now Krogg was going to do it his way. He was going to feed her, whether she liked it or not. She had already relinquished her control.

“Krogg, wait I mmph—“

The end of the tube was shoved between her lips. Krogg raised the funnel end and nodded to Ravnar. Through it all, Jale watched from the background.

Ravnar started to pour.

The violet stuff slid down the tube, thick and creamy. It hit Alyx’s tongue in an explosion of flavor, tart and sweet and rich with ksh. It was good, like a smoothie, only not cold. But considering that she’d not eaten all day, Alyx didn’t care.

Yes, she had refused the food before, but now that it was saturating her tongue with its delicious flavor, she slurped it up greedily. The smooth, thick fluid slid down her throat with surprising ease.

Once again, the ukkur knew what she needed better than she did herself.

Ravnar went easy with the pouring at first, taking care not to overpower Alyx with more than she could handle. When he saw that she could take it, he increased the flow. Alyx chugged it down.

God, it was so fucking good.

Almost immediately, she could feel the ksh entering her blood and nourishing her cells. Krogg had added so much this time. Already, she could feel her body changing. Already she was growing plumper, rounder, curvier.

And as weird as it seemed, Alyx wanted it to happen.

She wanted to be bigger.

It was happening so fast now, she could actually see the expansion of her breasts, her belly, her naked thighs.

At last, the food tube ran dry.

Krogg freed it from her lips, spilling sticky remnants down her chin and onto her bare chest. Alyx gasped and panted.

Krogg groaned with lust and ran his rough hands over her supple skin, kneading and squeezing her tender flesh. He smoothed his palm over her soft tummy in wide circles. He cupped her breasts, which felt heavy and bloated inside.

He dipped his bearded face to her swelling chest.

Took a nipple between his lips.

Sucked.

Hard.

There was a strange sensation in Alyx’s aching breast—a dropping sensation that she had never experienced before. The only thing she could even begin to compare it to was the relief of urination, only this feeling was centered in her breast. There was a spurt of fluid, a gurgle of wet suction from Krogg’s mouth, a growl of hungry satisfaction.

She was lactating. He was drinking her milk. Feeding from her breasts.

And it felt fucking good.