Like Lambs to the Arachdok

Five days later...

Roboshah glanced around to check that none of the other women were watching, and ceased cramming incredible things into Seymour's happy mouth. He groaned merrily, stretched, smacked his lips and dozed off.
She watched him a while. He looked peaceful.
She planted a gentle kiss on his face, looked around again then cuddled up next to him.
After half an hour or so he snorted himself awake.
"Oh think I dropped off there a sec. Sorry my lovely."
"It is okay."

Her ears appreciated the contented silence of the night. She'd never been so happy.
Or so sad.

"Mister Seymour?" She asked softly.
He smiled up into the velvety darkness, touched by her formality, even after all their closeness. "You can call me 'Seymour', you know..."
"... Seymour?"
"Yes?"
"I really like you."
"I like you too."
"No, M- uh, Seymour, I really like you."
He laughed. "Yes, I really like you, too."
"No!" She said, "I... Oh, you do not understand."
He realised she was crying. "Oh, poppet!"
He tried to sit up but his stomach was so full and round that he just rolled about a bit. "Hold on... Minute..."
He used his arms to push himself into a sort of sitting position. Oof, he was very full.
She let out a yelp and launched herself into his arms, knocking him over like a finally felled Weeble. He gave her a squeeze as she wept onto his chest.
"Whatever is the matter, dear Roboshah?"
"I- I- I-" She hic-sobbed.
"Are these tears of happiness?"
"No."
"Then-?"
"I do not want to present you to the mighty Arachdok!"

Seymour chuckled gently at the funny word. "What on Earth is an Arachdok?"
"The largest spider in Belhaphasar."
His brow creased. Why would she present him to a spider?
"How large? As big as a tarantula?"
"What is 'taranshula'?"
"A large spider. Some are even bigger than my hand."
"Arachdok is bigger than twenty Seymours."
Seymour was alarmed at the thought, but soon the merciful pink fog settled back over his brain and he didn't think much more of it.
Roboshah shook him a little.
"Seymour, Arachdok takes our plumpened menfolk!"
"Hm, that's ni- WHAT!?" He scrabbled to try and sit up but rolled back again.
"We leave our men as offering on the stone outside the Arachdok's cave. Arachdok likes fat juicy handsome ones. We look after Arachdok so it protects us from the Dernhaphasar."
But he wasn't taking it in. He smiled stupidly at the breathtakingly comely girl.
"Oh, Seymour." She held his hand. "I do not want to feed you to Arachdok. I want to keep you."

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Sedohya stroked his face, her delicate hand soft and warm. "You'll stay, won't you, Alex?"
"Mmm. 'Course." He turned his head lazily, and kissed the hand. "Couldn't bear to le-HEAVE you girls."
Milah looked up "we're so glad". Her head went down again.
"Unmff." His eyes rolled back in his head. Best. Assignment. Ever...
... What was the assignment agai-- uhhh.

Zizhan returned with more food. "Dinner time!" She exchanged glances with the other two women.
Mind full of nothing but lust and gluttony, Alex muttered "wasn't it just lunch time?" He put his hand to his cheek to hold Sedohya's, and noticed distantly that his face was no longer anywhere near smooth. "H'long've-"
Milah called up again "don't ask questions unless you want me to stop to answer you".
"Ids jus'..." His voice sounded thick and drunk, even to himself.
The girls smiled and reminded him of their nine perfect breasts.
He stopped asking questions.
"Open your mouth, male." Zizhan commanded.
Helpless and willing in their expert hands, he ate. And ate.

--

A group of the Belhaphasarians, still in human form, were gathered around the unconscious body of Jay Chrysler. The leader nudged him with her foot.

"What is wrong with him?"
"We do not know, Jagara. Please do not punish us!"
"You stupid ones, you have worn him out!"
"No! He had much energy for seed gifting. It is something else."

Jagara squinted at the human. Unlike the other human man-pets, whose cheeks were currently rosy and healthy, this one's face was now pale and his skin clammy. He was also lacking much blossoming of pleasing plumpness. Though not awake, he was shivering. "He is sick."

The gathered Belaphasarians shrieked. "What if he has given us the sickness?" cried one. "Arachdok will be displeased!" yelped another.
"M'yes. I know. Arachdok would have enjoyed this one." She crouched and turned his face so she could better drink in his features. "Such a shame."

--

... And ate.
Zizhan forced another amazing morsel into his mouth. He swallowed and looked up at her. "Ssso good." But he felt confused for a moment, he knew he was a greedy smegger sometimes, but why was he eating so much? Impossible amounts of-
"Yes, it is good. It is an ancient recipe" Zizhan told him, pride in her voice.
Why was he doing everything they said? When was the last time he'd worked out? What day was it?
"C'I go for a walk?"
"Not now. Hush."
A thought suddenly worried him "I might explode."
"Agai-? Oh, your stomach." Milah giggled.
He felt weird. The pause in eating had allowed him a few moments to register how full he was. "Urh, bellyache..." he groaned in sudden discomfort. The pain briefly focused his mind. What was he doing? They- they needed to mend the Dwarf an-
"Shhhh." Soothed Sedohya, rubbing his swollen belly.
The prodding finger at the back of his mind, something about an apocalypse, thankfully dissolved into nothingness. At last, he could concentrate on the important stuff. Stupid... whatever it was he had just been thinking about. He was glad he had a new home here, with his lovely new friends.
Within seconds the tension and lucidity melted away.
He briefly wondered what the others were doing, and if they were as happy as him, but then there was nothing but the deliciousness of something that tasted like caramel...

--

The KissMammal 3000s had sussed him out, he was sure of it. As he walked among them, he pretended he could see only nubile, scantily clad girls but he felt like they could read his mind. He reminded himself that he was a powerful, formidable, former killing machine, but the image of his floral apron and pink gloves kept harassing him. Tough simulants, real simulants, dangerous simulants didn't wear Marigolds. Did they?

"Oh Marster Pancayke, why won't the others lishen to me?" He fiddled with his beard. "I tried fetching Marster Seymour..."
"And..?"
"'E wouldn't listen and kept saying fings about derty 'ooman love."
"Meh."
"So I tried tellin' the Solvay Master what was goin' on but he punched me in the fashe and said I was 'crampin' 'is style'."
Justin rolled his eyes.
"They're all jusht sittin' around getting fat and doin'... fings... with the pig-wimmen."
"I know." Justin's voice held a note of jealousy. Lazing about getting fed and having fun sounded a lot better than being a smegging watch. Even if the women weren't entirely... womanly.
"I think the guys are under some kind of spell or hypnosis or something."
"Well, I do not like it."
"Well you're going to have to like it, because without the KissMammals we're never leaving. We need them to like us so they'll trade."
"I 'aven't seen Master Kong for free days. Dis all gives me the heebie jeebies. Did Mistress Cass reshpond?"
"No. Still no answer."
"Oh no. I fink we are goin' to be shtuck 'ere till de planet blows up."

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