A Forced Landing ("Project Unobtanium" series, #2)
A Forced Landing ("Project Unobtanium" series, #2)
Written by grrside
Art by Xenobody
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The box was barely just the right size to safely conserve Stuart Thompson's body inside it. It was a perfect square storing a round ball of flesh, hairs and orifices. If an x-ray examined the box from the side, he would look like pizza inside its cardboard box. Thompson pushed aside that strange thought, pondering about the wonders of the inner workings of the human mind in moments of great distress. When he felt the box falling into his fate, his male boobs were squashed into the upper part of the container, his bottom losing contact with the lower part of the box. Fortunately, the inside walls of the box had tight layers of an highly resistant type of cushion, so he wasn't in danger of an horrible and squishy death. The exterior of the box was designed to withstand extreme temperatures and speeds, so he wasn't going to freeze or suddenly start burning either. But then he thought about where would he land. What if he landed in the middle of the ocean? He didn't know if his new body could float, much less swim for hundred of kilometers until he found land. Of course, the agency had made the proper calculations so he would land just beside a mineral deposit to finish his job as fast and efficiently as possible. Of course the margin of error was very high as it was the first landing being performed on this planet in the story of humanity. Thompson should be proud, but he was busing being squashed nipple-first into the ceiling of his ridiculously small landing craft. Suddenly, the box containing the disgusting ball of flesh started reducing its landing speed, and his buttocks were not hanging in the air no more. Thompson correctly guessed the parachute had been activated when a previously-set timer went off. The parachuted box gently descended, the planet gladly accepting the delivery of the flesh it had apparently been deprived from when the curious alien was accidentally launched into space, and then destroyed in a million pieces by Thompson himself. The box descended into a big green forest. If his small box had windows, Thompson would have thought that the forest looked much like the ones on Earth, back when forests were the richest source of oxygen on his home planet before they went out of fashion and were replaced by air purifier facilities. Unfortunately this forest wasn't the intended point of landing, the mineral deposit being situated kilometers away, near the mountains. Thompson's descent was abruptly stopped. The box had landed on the top of a very large tree with lots of branches that growed in capricious directions, each of them filled with healthy green leaves. Thompson's armpit hairs were startled when he heard the box making a loud beep and a red LED light started blinking on the outside, meaning the box's lid had been unlocked. Thompson noticed the wall in front of him budge a little. He pushed his weight into it and the lid started opening, he was free! He directed his navel at the lid and, with a decided look of courage on his nipples, gave it a harder push this time. The lid was opened in a instant. The sun shined on his bare chest, which constituted the most part of his new body. It was very pale, as Thompson never liked showing his ample hairy belly in public, and never tanned even on the beach. His nipples adjusted to the sunlight after having been in the dark for so long, and when he was seeing again clearly, he saw something wrong. The box was suspended on top of a tree. His tits retracted into his body, scared. He tried moving his weight around back again, but it was too late. With the force he applied to the lid in order to open it, the box lost its balance on the branches, and Thompson didn't have any other option other than shift his weight and make an impromptu jump into the green leaves. The container fell to the ground, its open lid making a loud noise as it smashed into the hard metal wall of its rights side. The parachute was sliced into bits by the pointed sharp tip of the branches. Not that the parachute was of any use anymore, but Thompson shuddered when he realized how dangerous those branches were. If his round body were a balloon, it would have had exploded at the most minimal contact with those sharp tips. He stood in one of the higher branches of the tree. The distance from the ground wasn't mortal, but he didn't want his exposed flesh to bleed with the sharp thorns. He looked at the other branches. If he calculated well his jumps, he could use them as an improvised staircase, he just had to make sure he didn't land on the thorns on their tips. He shifted his weight and jumped into a lower branch. Perfect. He turned to the next one and did another jump. This one, however, didn't stand his weight and it broke. Thompson's mind screamed as he fell until he suddenly felt a pull on his testicles that made his body stop mid-air. His tits were flopping down, his nipples staring with terror into the ground just a few inches below, but he didn't land. He lifted his tits up and his nipples tensed with horror at the realization that the empty, painfully stretched long tube of empty foreskin that used to contain his manhood was stuck on a bifurcated branch. At the other end of the useless flabby tube was were his internal testes were situated. It felt like he was being yanked by his shaft and his scrotum and therefore testicles at the same time, and his new internal testes just made him feel even more thoroughly violated. He tried wiggling free, but this just resulted in the ridiculous swinging of the sentient torso not unlike the pendulum of a grandfather's clock does. He tried to reach the ground with his tits with no luck, as there were a few inches between the ground and his nipples with his empty tube of flesh stretched at its most. He gave up, or else his penis would have been split in two. Damn! They always said a few extra inches didn't make a difference in a man's life, but his penis size was surely causing him more problems now than he'd never have imagined!
The ball of flesh stood still hanging by its only appendage, a soft wind bruising the hair on his chest, armpit, back and buttocks. His journey seemed to have reached a dead end when he still hadn't even actually "landed" on the planet. His nipples could see flying creatures on the sky, the size of a large birds from Earth, although he couldn't distinguish their features from this distance. He hoped they wouldn't find his exposed human flesh appetizing, as in his current situation he would be the perfect prey. Maybe if he stood still they wouldn't notice him, he thought. So he kept doing the only thing he could do: to hang in there. Luckily the "birds" didn't get any closer, but now Thompson faced a different problem: his bladder was full. He couldn't pee with his penis trapped like that, so he had to hold it in, but after a few more minutes it started to hurt, and he felt the first drops of piss already leaking...Wait, what? How? He was sure the tree held his appendage firmly closed, but he felt a few drops run across his hairy back and into the floor. That's when he noticed the liquid was coming from his anus. But it wasn't diarrhea, it looked clearly like piss, and it didn't hurt at all. He tried to relax and let it all out, and a stream of piss came out between his buttchecks and into the ground below. Thompson remembered the conversations the scientists had when talking about his appendage, when they called it a vestigial tail with no particular purpose; they wouldn't call it that if it could perform bodily functions. But the damn doctor who controlled the giant hands that molded him like putty had to make the distasteful "joke" of recycling the flesh of his penis to make his tail, and now it hurt like hell as it was as sensitive as his old manhood. As he was relieving himself the stream of urine suddenly stopped flowing. Thompson's stomach growled, it felt like an indigestion. The stomachache was awful. He felt like he was going to drop a giant turd. He pushed and pushed, sweat falling into the ground. Finally, something cold and solid came out of his anus, and dropped into the alien ground below. It looked like a black rectangular brick, the size of a small smartphone. Damn! He completely forgot about that device! It was supposed to be his only connection to the rest of the universe. But he couldn't reach it, and even if he could, how was he supposed to operate it with the body he has now? A red LED light blinked on one of its corners and the device made a "Bleep" noise. Two little metallic appendages grew from its lower part and other two from its sides. From the upper part of the brick a piece of metal was separated a few inches from the rest of the body by a thin cylinder, and two small dots of red LED lights and an horizontal line below them appeared. Thompson was disturbed with the realization that these simple geometric shapes looked much more humanoid and alive than him. The brick then stood up with the help of the limbs that had just sprouted from it. Oh, how much Thompson would love to have limbs like those again! It was now clear that it was a small humanoid robot. The poor thing was dripping with piss and Thompson's stomach acids, so it shook itself like a dog would. Then it stared intensely, its back to Thompson's hanged body, to a blank space in front of it. "Greetings, I am Interplanetary Space Agency Bot serial number 3327-A48, but you can give me voice commands addressing me as just "Isabot". I'll be your trusty companion on your mission Mr. Thompson!." A monotone, yet very cheerful and unfitting voice came out of the device. "My knowledge database has been preloaded with all the necessary intelligence you'll need on your mission, so if you need a brief summary of your objectives, analyze any alien species you encounter, or check the weather forecast just say "Isabot" aloud followed by the command you want me to perform." That would be a bit complicated, considering Thompson's new useless bellybutton mouth. "I have to remind you, Mr. Thompson, that your mission has been declared "Confidential"." Isabot's cheerful voice suddenly changed to a much more serious, older-sounding tone. "IF YOU DIVULGE ANY INFORMATION OF THE NATURE OF YOUR MISSION TO ANYONE NOT AFFILIATED WITH INTERPLANETARY SPACE AGENCY CORP. WE HAVE THE RIGHT TO TAKE LEGAL ACTION AGAINST YOU AND YOUR EMPLOYMENT AT INTERPLANETARY SPACE AGENCY CORP. WILL BE IMMEDIATELY TERMINATED." Isabot's happy voice returned. "By the way, you are the first human being in landing on this planet! Do you want to share this achievement to your friends on any of your connected social networks?...Oh, no WiFi hotspots detected; action aborted." Isabot didn't seem to be too coherent, which wasn't surprising considering its AI was mostly a bunch of predefined phrases and trivial information. "But before we begin, please take a moment to configure my visual recognition system. Please stand still for a few seconds..." A little laser came out from the horizontal line that was supposed to be Isabot's mouth. It scanned the empty area just in front of it. "Uh? I can't see you Mr. Thompson. I'll try again, please stand still..." The process was repeated and Isabot still didn't find him, as Thompson was hung behind the robot. "I still can't see you. I'll try again, but this time I'll use my heat sensors to search for the nearest lifeform." That seemed to work, as Isabot turned around and looked at the hanging bag of flesh. "Why, hello there, Mr. Thompson! Looking good today!" Thompson was undignified. The robot didn't seem to notice he was trapped. The robot got closer to him and extended its legs to be at the level of his upside-down belly button. Thompson's body mass wiggled. "You have to take me down! Please!" he wanted to say. The robot ignored his suffering and proceeded on finishing its "calibration". Thompson's chest hair frowned around his nipples in an annoyed expression. The robot scanned the belly in front of him, keeping count of the number of hairs and the position of every mole of his body. Thompson felt himself being turned by the robot's metallic hands so it could inspect his back, a twist forming on his tortured manhood. The robot's hands felt cold and ticklish when they manipulated his armpits. His boobs' size was measured and his buttcheeks sprode apart to count the number of hairs surrounding his anus. "Okay, I've got you memorized. Now I'll never forget you!" The robot let go of the monstrosity in front of it, making him spin in place as his manhood untangled by itself. "By the way, you have a nice body, do you workout?" Isabot's programmers felt that adding a few compliments would help relieve some stress during missions, although it was too obvious that it would praise you no matter what. The robot began worshipping the manboobs of the dizzy torso in awe, mistaking them for huge and muscular pectorals. Thompson was getting tired of all this groping. Was the robot really that stupid to not notice his situation? "Oh! Now that I notice...You are upside down!" Finally! The robot scanned the area, and noticed that a tree was constricting Thompson in place. "Seems like you got caught in a trap! The natives are smarter than we thought! Don't worry, I'll free you from it!" Well, it got the wrong idea about how he got up there, but at least now he was getting down. The robot made his legs even longer until the little red dots that acted as its eyes were directly facing Thompson's penis. "Don't worry, I'm armed with great variety of tools, apart from the mineral extraction equipment, I'm also equipped for emergencies like these!" One of the robot's hands grabbed Thompson's tortured penis very tight and from the palm of the other hand came out what looked like a miniature electric saw. "I'll slice this pesky piece of rope in a flash!" Wait, WHAT?! Isabot's saw was turned on. Being so tiny, it sure was as noisy as a big one. It was cartoonishly comical in a certain way, at least until the saw makes contact with Thompson's flesh and things get bloody. However, when the saw's blades were about to cut what once was Thompson's member in two, a red light started blinking in one corner of Isabot's head. "Oh, no!" The saw retreated into the palm of its hand and Isabot descended into the floor, the lights that formed its face in a worried expression. "I've only got less than 25664 hours of battery left! It would be catastrophic if my battery died during the mission! I've got to enter energy-saving mode! But don't worry, I can still give you intel even on that mode! You'll just have to carry me around." And with that, Isabot positioned itself behind Thompson and, thanks to its extensible legs, jumped back into Thompson's anus head-first. It struggled to get inside, but then its appendages retracted until Isabot was just a black metal box again that slided in nicely. It was a literal pain in the arse, but at least that got rid of the problem concerning the safety of his manhood. Now all that was left to do was to get down from the tree, escape the planet and recover his limbs and head. In other words, he was exactly in the same situation as before Isabot made its appearance. His bellybutton gave out an inaudible frustrated sigh.
***
It wasn't easy being the only offspring of the leader of the village. His father's massive hairy pecs intimidated anyone who dared to cross the line of vision of his nipples, while he wasn't even nearly as hairy or muscled as him. Sure, his chest was hairier than average, but his overall form was quite pudgy. And the pink-coloured birthmark below his left shoulder didn't help, it gave the others the impression that he was in a constant state of injury. This birthmark was his most recognizable feature, so he was known by everybody as "Birthmark", or "Mark", for short. Nobody had an official name on that planet, of course, as without any written or spoken language there was no way to tell your name to others, so everybody had to just guess how others mentally referred to you. Mark thought of his father just as "Father", but he guessed everyone else thought of him as "Leader", although the younger and most impressionable of them thought of him as "The one with scary-looking pecs". And Mark knew very well that they weren't wrong at calling them scary-looking, as every time his dad was disappointed with him he would pummel his backside with them, and the strong muscles hurt like hell. And disappointed with his son every single day he was, as with his chubby frame he would never be able to succeed him as an alpha male, much less as the leader of the village. His hairy pecs shuddered at the thought of his son being denied the status of leader when he died and one of the arrogant yet more manly young bellies becoming the new ruler, his family legacy relegated to one omega male. But then Mark made an amazing discovery that would make him more manly and fit for the rule of successor. Exercise? Heck, no! Napping. But not the regular type of napping, the one you can do everywhere. He realized that when he napped on the shade of a tree for long enough, his tan began to disappear, making the contrast between his black hair and white skin more obvious, giving the illusion he had more hair than he really had. He must have been a genius or something like that to realize that the shade of trees affect your skin colour, it surely must have been related to their fresh scent or something. What a shame he was unable to explain his discovery to the others, but fortunately there was a forest near his village, so he could give a quick escapade to test his "theory" and get manly quick and without any effort at all.
It didn't take long for him to find a suitable spot, a nice shade at the bark of a big tree with thick leaves blocking all sunlight. He gave a few short bounces towards it and rubbed its backside on the dark-coloured tree. Its wood bruised against Mark's bare skin and it hurt. But if this helped to propagate the tan-blocking odour faster on his body, it was well worth it. Then it was just a matter of getting comfortable and waiting for the results. His vision soon began to get blurry, his nipples dozing off into separate directions. It was a hot day, and the cold ground on the shade felt magnificent. This forest was a wonderful place. Mark wondered why the villagers were forbidden to venture into it alone. Whatever, he was going to get manly doing the thing lazy bastards like him knew to do best: sleeping. The young ball of flesh was about to enter RNM (Rapid Nipple Movement) sleep when he felt a sudden itch just below his belly button. He flinched a little, without bothering to look down. The itch moved up into his chest. He thought it was weird that his itch moved, so he tensed his nipples and looked down. A small insect had crawled up his chest! He had never seen such an insect in the village before. If Mark had ever been on Earth, he would have thought this insect looked almost identical to really big fire ant, except it didn't have any legs, and its head was devoid of eyes, having just antennae and mandibles. It keep crawling up Mark's torso, inching its legless body like a slug. It actually was kind of cute, Mark wondered if he could bring it back to his village and keep it as a pet. The others would certainly be envious of- *Pinch!* Before he knew it, the insect had bitten his left nipple! His belly button gave a silent scream in pain. It hurt so much, and his vision was crippled. Mark twisted and rolled around trying to get rid of it, but its mandibles were still crushing his nipple, its legless torax flying around on the air along with Mark's movements. The ball of flesh kept on rolling until it tripped over a small rock and was launched into air. The insect finally let go, spiralling into the unknown. Mark felt relieved for a split second, but he was still in mid-air. He fell rolling down a slope, picking up speed. It was similar to what a bowling ball felt when it was thrown into the lane, but instead of crashing into bowling pins, Mark's poor rounded body crashed chest-first into a very hard surface. He was dizzy, disoriented, the inside of his belly button was full of dirt and he ached all over. The surface he had crashed into was a white, metallic contraption; it was the box on which Thompson had crash landed half an hour ago. Mark had never seen anything like it before. He gave it a tentative bump with his belly. Its surface felt hard and cold on his body. There was also the parachute, now a bunch pieces of ripped cloth scattered around the trees, some hanging on the thorns along with some guy hanging out from one of the branches by his tail. ...Wait, that last part was quite unexpected. Mark didn't expect to find anyone else in the forest as he himself was bound to get a good pummeling when he got back...And how the hell did that guy get up there? Mark gave a few cautious bounces toward the stranger and he realized he was huge! He had never seen someone with such obscenely flabby moobs, being pushed down by gravity. His back was almost as full of hair as his front, not even his Father had so much hair! And it was accentuated by his almost pale skin. Damn, he had stolen his idea! It was like he was never been tanned. Maybe the tree-hanging thing accelerated the untanning process? It would be worthwhile to give it a try, but it would be quite hard considering Mark, like the rest of the villagers, lost his tail when he was very young. How could the stranger had survived so many years with his tail intact? He looked too mature to be a child. Mark still remembered the day he lost his tail, back when his Father's mate was still alive. It was his first time swimming in the lake. The water was freezing cold at first, but in a few minutes it started to feel nice. His small, almost hairless body floated like a water polo ball on the water so he could swim for ages without getting tired at all. It was wonderful, his parents started to get impatient and Father made angry gestures with his pecs to tell him it was time to go back to the village. When he finally got out of the water he felt different. He realized his tail was gone! Only a piece of loose skin remained. He gesticulated with his nipples to his crotch, alarmed, to his parents. But his Father's belly just jiggled in a silent laugh and his nipples pointed to the lake where some small, but fierce-looking fish were devouring a small piece of meat. Mark was horrorized, but everyone else acted like it was the most regular thing in the world. In fact, a few days later Mark started bragging about it to the little kids who still had their tail on their crotches and they were envious of his empty crotch, a symbol of maturity. So this was the first time he had seen a tail attached to a fully-grown man. Mark looked at his own little loose piece of skin on his crotch and wondered how it would look like with the stranger's long, dangerously-stretched tail. Uhm, "long tail". That was the stranger's most singular characteristic, he must be known as that on his own village. Longtail turned and noticed Mark watching him. Longtail had a shocked expression on his moobs, looking at Mark with a mixture of horror, surprise and fascination. Gee, like it was the first time he had seen anyone else on the planet or something. Longtail started squirming and his moobs gesticulated to his trapped tail, like trying to ask for help. The poor sod shouldn't had gotten up there in the first place! But Mark was a good samaritan, so he started formulating some plan to get him down. It was impossible to reach him by jumping, he missed him by just a few inches. He tried to move the metallic box but it was no use, it was too heavy, but thankfully there was a small and round boulder nearby. Mark moved it towards Longtail with no problem, it wasn't as heavy and its round form smoothly rolled over the ground. He jumped on top of it and he was now just in front the hanged, upside-down belly. It wasn't high enough to reach the problematic branch, but if he could just apply a little bit of gravity...
***
Thompson shuddered, he could sense what the alien was going to do, and he didn't like it at all. The alien jumped on top of him and he felt like his penis was finally going to split in two. But it was the branch which cracked with their combined weight, and both fell down to the ground, the alien on top of him. It took longer than expected, but, finally, he had landed on the alien planet on the most literal way possible. They both stood up and shook off the dirt off their skin the way a dog would do with its wet fur. Thompson felt very thankful to the alien, he didn't expect them to be as smart and helpful. Or at least, much more smart and helpful the robot had been. He wanted to thank him, but he had no idea how these aliens thanked each other. The alien seemed happy that he was safe, by the way it was bouncing with joy around Thompson. The creature didn't look much different from Thompson's current body, with the appearance of a human male's torso, but it was smaller and younger, he guessed it was barely an adult. He noticed a pink birthmark below the alien's left shoulder. Thompson made a mental note: "Alien with birthmark = good guy". Surprisingly, the alien's crotch didn't contain any appendage like Thompson's, but there was a small piece of loose skin as if its tail had been bitten apart by a fierceful beast. Poor guy. "Attention, Mr. Thompson!" The fatter belly gave a short jump in surprise. It was Isabot's voice coming right from his stomach. The alien with the birthmark thought his vibrations were caused by indigestion and not a matter of importance. "As I told you, I am useful even in energy-saving mode!" Yeah, right, "useful". "My sensors detect two unregistered lifeforms approaching right to you! Estimated time until arrival: <1 minute(s)!" As the first human being on this planet, it wasn't surprising he was just about to discover a new alien species. Apart from the ones that look like human torsos not much more were known by the human race, along with some plants and minerals...Oh, that's right, the whole point of the mission was to find that "unobtainable" mineral, wasn't it? Thompson wondered if after finding that everything would turn back into normal and he could return home. But after taking so long even in getting off a tree, that would be quite a feat. "I would recommend you to stand out of their way until we can confirm they're not hostile". Hostile? Then it hit him, what if they were giant beasts whose diet consisted of big, soft bellies? Mark kept on dancing around happily around him. How could he alert it of the imminent danger? "Estimated time of arrival: <10 second(s)!" ...So maybe their chances of escaping were almost null by now. But now that he thought about it, Isabot has been pretty useless until now, what if these two lifeforms are just tiny, inoffensive insects? After all he mistook his fat boobs for muscular pecs, so his calculations were not very trustworthy and-... He never finished his mental monologue, as suddenly a giant, dark shadow leapt into him. If he could, he would have screamed in terror...Not like that would have changed his fate too much, anyway. *THUMP!* Thomson felt his fat body being crushed by the weight of the big and dark unknown creature, which was expelling an intoxicating, foul-smelling scent... "Mr. Thompson, your heartbeat went all crazy for a second there! Did something bad happen?...Mr. Thompson?...Are you alright?...I can't perform emergency surgeries while in energy-saving mode, so I'd advise you to try to not get too hurt, okay?...Uhm, Mr. Thompson, your vitals are a little bit below-average, in fact, I don't feel them at all!...Did you fall unconscious and/or died?...It would be preferred by our superiors if you weren't in any of those states. You have a mission to accomplish, you know. It's not the right time to be just laying around as you please!..."
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