The bonding process is of course what most Stelan women aspire to with their human partners, it is important to make this transition a pleasant one, be extra attentive and caring to your partners wants and needs during this time.

-Finding Your Inner Goddess, a Guide to Romancing Earth Males.

Steven groaned, blinking sleep out of his eyes as he looked up at the ceiling of Allura’s apartment. They’d returned to her apartment following their corporate retreat, with Allura carrying him most of the way. The bonding process had started, and even now he was keenly aware of her location, somewhere down on the bottom floor of the apartment building, likely returning from getting groceries.

I’ve been asleep for sixteen hours, he thought, looking at the clock, and I feel like I could sleep sixteen more… The bonding process was tiring, and there was a slight soreness in his arms and legs as if he’d had a particularly strenuous workout the day before. My muscles, he thought, they’re getting denser, stronger…

He felt the warm buzz of Allura starting to ascend upwards, the sensation of her presence almost like a limb that had fallen asleep as he instinctively tracked her through the complex.

I wonder if Steven’s up yet? Her voice echoed in his head.

He blinked, Allura?

There was a muffled voice in the back of his head, as though she were trying to respond, but he couldn’t understand it. A moment later she entered the apartment, making her way to the bedroom with a smile.

“Can we hear each other’s thoughts?” Steven asked.

Allura shrugged, “Sometimes, most bondmates never reach perfect telepathy.” She brought a bag of groceries around, “I got all of your favorite foods, and I called Sula and started getting your medical leave lined up!”

“This is the worst time for this,” Steven groaned, rubbing his forehead. “The drone is going into production at the end of next month!”

“You’ll be out of the bonding clinic by then,” Allura said reassuringly. “I can be your eyes and ears in the office, and I’ll come by to give you updates on what’s going on every day!”

“It’ll have to do,” he groaned, “I’m exhausted all the time since this started…”

Allura giggled, slowly bending over and letting him see the twin golden orbs of her cleavage, “That’s very normal… you’ll feel better once you’ve had something to eat.”

Steven felt his manhood rising, and he couldn’t help but grin as Allura unbuttoned the front of her office shirt. She smirked at his reaction, tossing her shirt to the edge of the bed before reaching behind her to unclasp her bra. The towering breasts sprung free, bouncing slightly as she crawled up the bed to him.

His eyes lingered on her nipple, and a moment later it was pressed into his mouth. Steven closed his lips around it, enjoying the warmth of her soft breast as it pressed around the rest of his face, sandwiching him between it and the soft expanse of the bed.

The first splash of her milk hit his tongue, and Allura shivered and groaned overhead as he drank deeply. Her hand slipped behind his head, holding him in place as he drained her eagerly. The enormous woman over him was gasping in pleasure with each long slow gulp that he pulled form her. He stayed latched to her chest as she rolled over, exposing him to the cold air as his body was pulled form the blankets. Her body was warm though, and he hugged himself tighter to it as he savored the rich sweetness flowing out of her breast.

“Keep going,” she sighed happily, shifting her head against the pillow and getting comfortable.

Steven obliged, letting instinct take over as her arms draped over him, hugging him tight. Her arms were like iron, imprisoning him and keeping him safe at the same time. His stomach felt abuzz as the potent milk filled it, and he almost groaned in pleasure himself as an unfamiliar warmth seemed to slowly spread through his body.

“Allura,” he gasped, pulling his mouth away and looking up at her in adoration. She looked back down at him, a pleased smile on her face, as she let him slowly roll off of her massive form, collapsing to the bed next to her. “I-Is it always going to feel like that now?”

“It will get less intense,” she smiled dreamily, “but it will always feel wonderful… Do you feel better?”

“Yeah actually,” he muttered, sitting up and clenching his fists, “I feel like I could run a marathon or something now!”

“It won’t last long,” she giggled, “your body can’t really use my milk properly yet, or something like that… To tell you the truth I don’t know much about the biology of the bonding process. I’m sure they’ll explain it when we get you to the clinic.”

The clinic, he thought hesitantly. He’d done a bit of light reading about the Stelan Bonding Clinics when he’d first started dating Allura, although he’d never expected to have to pick one so soon.

“Don’t worry,” Allura said reassuringly, “the company health plan covers any of them you might want to go to.”

“What are my options?” he asked with a sigh.

“It’s all down to your personal comfort,” Allura said, reaching down the bed for her bra. Steven fought a sudden wave of disappointment as she clasped it back on, hiding the mountains from his view. “Would you like one that has a more social setting? Some earth men like to have a lot of their fellows around as they go through the process, others prefer to simply be alone, only letting their Bondmate visit them.”

“A less social one, please,” Steven muttered.

“That’s what I thought you’d want,” Allura said with a smile. “I’ll take you there tomorrow.”

Steven shifted, enjoying the newfound energy to slide out of the bed and down to the floor. He followed her into the kitchen, marveling at the way he was still aware of Allura even as she disappeared from his sight.

…

Dr. Ames Stelan Bonding Clinic , Steven read as Allura carried him into the building. He’d have walked in under his own power, but the lethargy was seeping in again. Allura’s milk was, so far, only giving him an hour or so on his feet before he felt drained again.

The clinic itself was in on the top several floors of a large skyscraper, and as the elevator climbed the pair got a good view of the city at midday, and there was a crisp and light scent that filled the elevator as they stepped off of it into a well lit and airy reception area. While there were Stelans in nurses outfits walking the halls behind the desk, the overall design was less like a hospital and more like a health spa or fitness club. Most of the floor plan behind the front desk was open, with private rooms lining the edges of the grand space. There was ample greenery, and even Stelan-sized water fountain bubbling in the center of the room, the top adorned by a Stelan woman and a human male being carried on her shoulder.

“Ah, you must be Allura and Steven!” the towering Stelan nurse behind the desk said excitedly, “we’ve been expecting you!”

“That’s us,” Steven said with a weak smile.

“Please, right this way!”

She led them through the massive space, her heels clicking loudly on the tiled floor as she brought them to a corner room. She opened it, gesturing in with a smile. The suite contained a human sized bed, and furniture, along with Stelan equivalents on the far side of the room. There were several monitors built into the side of the wall, and as Allura slowly lowered him down to the human sized bed he saw them light up, listing his name, vitals, and displaying other readings that he didn’t recognize.

Allura lowered him down to the bed, standing over him with a warm smile as he changed out of his clothing and into a thin paper hospital gown. He could sense the way she took him in, and he gave her a wry grin as he realized she found the disposable patient’s gown attractive on him, her innermost thoughts leaking out into his own.

“This?” he asked, glancing down at it, “really?”

“I like the way I can see your bottom when you move,” Allura purred, “and it makes you look so cute and… helpless.” She leaned down, planting her pillowy lips on his cheek and leaving a kiss.

Helpless, he thought, suddenly imagining Allura in a nurse’s uniform, standing over him. I’ve got to a gree with her, there’s definitely something appealing about it…

“Okay, I need to get back to the office,” Allura said with a smile, “I’ll be by as soon as work ends.” She turned to go, then paused, a mischievous smirk coming over her face, “I did make sure to request that the nurses take special care of you Steven, so try to relax and enjoy yourself!”

Special care? He frowned and looked at the towering Stelan nurse, who giggled as she looked down at him.

The door closed, leaving him alone with the nurse, who immediately went to the monitors on the wall, “Well Steven, it seems that you’re taking to the bonding process well,” she mused. She tapped the touchscreen, and diagram of his organs showed, each one highlighted in green. “The primary thing we need to do here is to keep you under observation, as well as preparing your inoculations for offworld diseases.”

“I won’t need those,” Steven insisted, “I don’t plan on leaving Earth.”

The nurse paused, towering over him with a curious expression, “I’m afraid they’re all standard,” she said finally, “and mandated by Stelan law. I promise you they’re very quick and painless.”

I wasn’t worried about them hurting, Steven thought with a sigh as he lay back in his bed. That’s one more barrier to leaving earth knocked down… What if Allura does want to leave? Would I have to go with her now? He gazed out the window, thinking on it.

The pneumatic door hissed open a few moments later, and two gigantic Stelan nurses wheeled a cart in, giggling conspiratorially with each other as they looked down at the tiny human in the bed.

“Hi Steven,” one cooed, “I’m Nurse Helia.”

“Oh, I realize I forgot to introduce myself,” the Nurse from earlier grinned, “I’m Trista.”

“Charmed,” Steven said with a smirk. From the way the pair of nurses were exchanging looks with each other he was beginning ot have an idea of exactly what kind of “relaxation” Allura had arranged for him.

“Now then,” Helia muttered, preparing the first syringe, “This first one is for brain slugs.”

“Brain slugs?” Steven asked with a raised eyebrow.

The nurses dropped their giddy and bubbly demeanor a moment, shivering together, “Awful things,” Helia muttered, taking the needle from her colleague, “they can’t survive on Earth thankfully, and with this shot they won’t be able to survive in you either.”

The syringe itself was essentially a small human sized one, with a plunger and grips large enough for Stelan hands. True to the nurse’s promise, it pinched only a little, and didn’t feel any different from any other shot he’d ever gotten.

“There are a lot of Stelan native plants in here as well,” Trista said, gesturing around to the ferns adorning his room. Several had odd crisscross patterns on the leaves in colors like blue and pink, and another had several flowers with oddly geometric petals, as if they were made of factory forged pieces rather than grown naturally. “If you feel any kind of allergic reaction, please let us know immediately,” she continued, “Most humans tolerate Stelan flora well, but some of you do occasionally get hives or sneezes from them.”

As she spoke one of the familiar bug sized pollination drones appeared from a small vent in the ceiling. The robotic bug journeyed to the plants, disappearing into the petal for a moment, then re-emerging as its small hover motor engaged. It faltered a moment, then slowly lowered down to the floor.

“It’s broken,” Helia said with a smirk, “Do you want this one?”

Trista nodded, glancing down at Steven, “These pollination drones are the only way to keep Stelan plants alive on this planet,” she sighed, walking across the floor, letting her heels click loudly on the tiled half of the room. “The problem is, they don’t last very long, a few days at most, then the factory hive has to pump out a new batch.”

She glanced over at Steven, not bothering to hide her smirk as she saw him watching intently. She slowly raised her heeled foot over the pollination drone, then let the sole of the shining red shoe come down. She took her time crushing the thing, letting the loud crunch of splitting plastic and crumpling metal fill the room. Steven felt suddenly hot, gulping as he watched her grind the robotic drone down, savoring the feeling of smearing it across the floor.

“They’re a lot of fun to step on,” Trista said in a sultry voice. She shot a look down at Steven, suddenly appearing less like the bubbly nurse and more like a goddess ready to receive tribute. “Allura said you might be the kind of man who appreciates things like that?”

“Judging by that tent in his bedsheets the answer is yes,” Helia laughed. “You should show him your tattoo!”

“Tattoo?” Steven asked, shifting the blankets and trying to hide his excitement.

Trista smirked, then slowly kicked off her ruby red heels, walking across the room with a saunter in her step. The sound of her footsteps went quiet as she walked onto the carpeted half of the room, and she twirled slightly, lifting up her foot and letting him see the writing across the wrinkled golden skin of her sole.

“Tiny Men Go Here” Steven read aloud.

“What do you think?” Trista asked with a grin, “I’m thinking of getting one on the other foot, I’d like something like, ‘If you can read this you should be kissing.’”

“Yeah, sounds neat,” Steven said absently. His eyes were locked on her sole, and between the two Stelans broadcasting their own desires, and his own amorous thoughts bouncing back, his arousal was reaching a peak. Somewhere in the back of his head he could tell Allura knew what was happening, and was mildly amused by the whole thing.

“So,” Hestia said, grabbing a small plastic sample cup from the medical cart, “We usually like to collect a sample from every male that comes in here, obviously we can leave if you want privacy…” She grinned, “Or we could help, what do you think?”

Steven hesitated a moment, thinking back to Allura. He couldn’t sense exactly where she was anymore, she’d left the building at least, but he could feel her curiosity, and a sense of approval.

“Sure,” he said, summoning what remained of his energy as he slid out of the bed. His legs quaked a moment, as if he’d been running all day and then tried to get up after a rest, but he stood firm, grinning up at the two Stelans.

“Sweetie, just try to relax,” Helia giggled, kneeling down to cradle his swaying body. She slowly eased him down, letting his back touch the soft carpet. Her fingers pinched the paper hospital gown, and a loud tearing sound rang out as she ripped it off of him as if she was unwrapping a piece of candy. “Hmm… patient appears ready,” Helia said in a faux serious tone, gently sliding the tip of her finger up his shaft, causing him to shiver slightly.

“Let’s just give you something to focus your energies on while my colleague collects what we need,” Trista said with a smirk. She reached up to the buttons of her nurse uniform, slowly undoing them one by one while he looked up at her. Her already impressive cleavage was on full display by the time she finished, tossing her gold hair over her shoulder with a smug grin. “Or maybe you’d prefer if I did this?” She playfully pushed her foot forward, tilting it and letting him see the sole, complete with the “Tiny Men Go Here” arrow seemingly directing his gaze.

“If size changing didn’t play hell with medical readings, I’d reduce you to a nice small size and slide you under there,” Helia chuckled, reaching for his manhood. With her enormous hand she only need a few fingers to stroke him, and she readied the sample cup nearby, watching his face carefully to gauge his arousal. “Tell me when you’re close,” she purred, slowly sliding her fingers up and down his length.

“O-Okay,” he grunted, gasping as he took in the other Stelan nurse, who had begun playfully wiggling her toes at him.

“Maybe later I can shrink you down and you can get a closer look at my soles?” Trista teased, “Or maybe if you’re tired you can spend the rest of my shift tucked safely right here?” she traced her finger along her chest, letting it dip into her cleavage for a moment. “It’s very soft, very warm… the perfect place for a poor human male who is too tired to lift a finger…” Steven gasped, bucking his hips upward slightly as he got closer to orgasm. Trista just chuckled, “One of the funny things about the bond process is that it makes you so incredibly eager for stimulation, but oftentimes too tired to really seek it out, one of nature’s little cruelties.”

“Luckily you have us,” Helia smirked, angling the sample cup, “and your Bondmate will return after work to spend some time with you… I’m sure she’ll want to hear how well we took care of you!”

“G-Getting close,” Steven muttered. He tensed, then looked at Helia with a desperation that told her everything he needed to know. His hips bucked as her fingers worked, deftly forcing his seed into the waiting sample cup. She finished him expertly, then chuckled as she stood up, placing a lid on the container with a *click.*

Steven sighed, collapsing back onto the carpet, and Trista’s hands scooped under him again, gently moving his limp form back up into the bed. She tucked him in tightly, ruffling his hair slightly with the tip of her finger as she stood back up to her full height.

“I-I think I’m going to fall asleep,” Steven muttered, blinking rapidly as exhaustion rushed in again.

“I won’t be offended,” Trista said with an amused smile. “Sweet dreams.”

…

Allura sighed as she sat at her desk, already missing Steven. She could distantly feel him, a small warm and fuzzy feeling at the back of her skull. She smirked as she felt the ripple of his orgasm, sending a small wave of excitement through her own loins even at this distance. A moment later there was a sensation almost like a rope going slack as he drifted into slumber.

Seems like they’re taking good care of him, she thought idly.

“So you’ve finally bonded Steven,” Caridia said in a neutral tone, walking into the office.

Allura felt a brief surge of anger at the other Stelan, but kept in check. She didn’t want to accidentally wake Steven with a strong emotion after all. Instead, she just smiled.

“Yes, we’re in the early stages,” she replied calmly, “I brought him to the clinic this morning and I’ll be by to see him after work.”

Caridia looked uncomfortable for a moment, “Send him my best,” she said finally. “So will you be transferring offworld once the drone project is over?”

“Maybe,” Allura said slowly, uncertain where she was going with it.

“You’d certainly have the record to justify a placement back on the homeworld, if you wanted it,” Caridia mused, “but I don’t think Steven wants to leave.”

“I… We’d discuss it, obviously,” Allura said, suddenly defensive.

Caridia gave just the hint of a smug smile, and it was all Allura could do to keep herself from slapping the other woman. Somewhere in a clinic bed on the other side of town Steven stirred, curiosity and alarm poking through the sleepiness.

Everything’s fine, she thought, trying to project calm again. A few seconds later Steven drifted back to sleep. This is going to take some getting used to, she thought to herself. Still, she couldn’t help but smile, the protectiveness he had for her, even bedbound and far away, was oddly touching.

“I’m going to go meet with Voidsearcher’s warehouse team again,” Caridia sighed, “Apparently they’ve already lost part of the order before even sending it out… I need to go rattle the cages over there to make sure everything is on time.”

“Sure,” Allura said with a smile. Steven will be interested in that, she thought excitedly. What are you and Starla planning? She wondered, the trifecta of Starla, Caridia, and the Voidsearcher suppliers was the key, she was sure of it. We’re going to beat them, she told herself, we’ll be heroes and then Steven and I can do whatever we want, go wherever we want…

…

Steven yawned, sitting up in the bed again. He started to see a human figure in a chair next to his bed, reading off of a touchscreen tablet. The man was a doctor by his outfit, and as his eyes darted back and forth over Steven’s vitals, he saw the telltale golden eyes of another human with a Stelan bondmate.

“Ah, Mr. Erikson,” the doctor smiled, reaching to shake his hand, “I’m Doctor Ames!”

“ You’re Doctor Ames?” Steven asked with a frown, “I’d have figured…”

“That a Stelan would be in charge?” Dr. Ames chuckled, “It’s a fair assumption, but no, this is my clinic and I am in charge here… although my wife Viza helps.” He pointed to an Amazonian gold skinned woman in a nurse’s uniform who was against the far wall, clicking through the screens displaying his vitals. She saw them looking and beamed, waving.

“So how am I looking?” Steven asked, settling back against his pillow.

“Pretty good,” the doctor remarked, “you should be back up to your normal energy levels by the end of the week or so, we’ll keep you a little longer than that for observation.”

“It’s crazy that the Stelans made it this far if they’ve got to do this every time they find a mate,” Steven muttered.

“These kinds of troubles only happen when they bond with humans, ” Dr. Ames said, “Their own males are able to do it fairly seamlessly, only needing a day at most to complete the process.”

“Well aren’t they lucky,” Steven grumbled, suddenly very aware of the fatigue that had been with him ever since his eyes had gone gold.

“It’s nothing short of a cosmic miracle that our two races are compatible at all,” Dr. Ames commented, “there must be a common ancestor somewhere, but nobody knows how the hell that could’ve happened… Did you know human women can bond with them too? It’s rare of course, a human lesbian and a Stelan one getting together I mean, but when certain thresholds of sexual and emotional compatibility are reached…” He shook his head, “I’m sorry, I’m getting away with myself. To get back to the topic of your treatment, you’ll be here for a few weeks, and then you can go home with your bondmate, Allura was it?”

“Yeah,” Steven nodded. He sighed, staring at the ceiling a moment.

“Something wrong?” Dr. Ames asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I just didn’t think it would happen so quickly,” he chuckled.

“Do you want it though?” Dr. Ames asked.

“Yes,” Steven said, “Or I wanted it someday I guess… I didn’t think it was going to be now.”

“Are you close with anyone Mr. Erikson? Would you call yourself a trusting person?” Dr. Ames prodded.

Steven thought about it, “Not a lot of people,” he admitted finally.

Dr. Ames nodded, “Understandable, given your employment history,” he muttered. “It doesn’t surprise me that an emotional connection has strengthened so quickly. If I had to guess your bondmate similarly doesn’t have many people she really thinks of as close.”

He’s not too far off, Steven realized, Allura has some friends, sure… but they’re not close, and I don’t think she’s ever mentioned her family.

“So, what’s it going to be like?” he asked with a fatalistic smile, “is she going to be able to control my mind or something?”

Dr. Ames chuckled, “No, in fact later this week when you’re feeling better I’ll walk you through some mental exercises to close your bondmate’s thoughts off if you need to.”

“If I need to?” Steven asked with a frown.

Dr. Ames shrugged, “it’s an amazing thing, to have this kind of connection to someone you love, truly, but sometimes, for whatever reason, you won’t want them picking up on something… Most married couples still lock the bathroom door, if you understand.”

“Right,” Steven said, smirking at the metaphor. “So… assuming a person isn’t closed off, can they…” He chewed his lip a moment, “Can they control us? Mentally I mean.”

“They can certainly send compulsions, intrusive thoughts,” Dr. Ames shrugged, “it’s a two way street though, watch.” He glanced at his towering wife, who had finished taking readings. She stopped, a confused look on her face. She scowled, reaching for her back, scratching at something she just couldn’t reach.

“What are you doing to her?” Steven asked in a hushed voice.

“I’m making her think she has an itch in the small of her back just beyond her reach,” Dr. Ames said with a smirk.

“Fucking evil,” Steven laughed.

“Don’t worry, she’ll get me back once she figures it out,” he remarked.

A moment later the Stelan woman scowled, finally figuring out the source of her “itch.”

“Jeffrey!” she said sternly.

“Just demonstrating something!” he called cheerfully. She glared at him, then smirked. Dr. Ames blinked a few times, as if taken aback by something.

“What did she send back to you?” Steven asked curiosly.

“Something that… is best not shared,” Dr. Ames said, blushing slightly. He cleared his throat, “Anyways Steven, I have other patients to attend to, if you’ll excuse me.” He got up to leave, and from the way his Stelan bride followed him with an almost predatory smile, Steven could guess the nature of the golden woman’s retaliatory thought.

I’ve got to learn how to mess with Allura’s head, he thought with a smirk, laying back on the pillow.

…

Allura grinned as she walked past the clinic’s front desk, feeling the warm sensation of Steven’s presence as she made her way towards his suite. He was awake, and he wanted her. She giggled as she walked into the suite, tapping the “lock” button next to the pneumatic door as soon as it closed behind her.

“Allura,” he said with a grin. “Anything interesting to report from the office?”

“We’ll cover it later,” she growled, “I’ve been thinking about my poor little human lover all day… Did the nurses take good care of you?”

“They did their best, but they’re not like you,” he replied.

Allura slipped out of her jacket, letting it fall to the ground as she reached for her shirt’s buttons. Steven involuntarily licked his lips as the twin golden orbs of her breasts bounced free, and his bed groaned as she sat on it, her bulk creaking the mattress as she reached down for him.

“Did they give you anything else to eat before I got here?” she asked with a coy smile.

“No,” Steven said with a frown, “Can I…  Can I still eat normal food?”

Allura laughed uproariously, almost dropping him, “Yes, of course, you’ll mostly still eat normal food, but you will need a taste of me at least every couple of days…” With that she cupped the back of his head, pressing his mouth against the peak of her hard nipple and giving a euphoric gasp as he began suckling her milk down.

Allura hissed in pleasure, her toes curling with excitement as her milk flowed into Steven’s mouth, nourishing his transformation and bringing the two of them closer together. Each drop that dripped down his throat was her way of conquering him, making him hers.

Steven gasped as he felt the warmth entering his stomach, bringing a pleasant fuzzy sensation that slowly spread throughout his body. He was rock hard, and he found himself grinding against the exposed soft flesh of her belly as he drank deeply.

“What are you trying to do Steven?” Allura giggled as she felt him up against her feebly. She brought her other hand up to support him, letting him continue feeding from her while his hips rocked against her skin.

He moaned, feeling the rich and sensuous taste of her milk coat his tongue, the warm soft smell of her skin filling his nostrils. His hands roamed her body, each trace of his fingers across her velvety soft skin eliciting a shiver from the golden giantess.

Allura chuckled, stroking the back of Steven’s head as she felt the hot burst of his cum across her belly. Steven was spasming in her grip as his orgasm roiled over his body, but she kept him firmly pressed against her statuesque form, letting him finish both his milk and his pleasure as she basked in them both.

Finally she lessened her grip, gasping as Steven’s lips left her nipple with a loud wet *pop.* She slowly lowered him down, cradling him in her arms and rocking him slowly back and forth as the pair basked in the afterglow.

“So I’ll need to do that every few days,” Steven murmured quietly.

“You’ll need my milk, yes,” Allura replied, “it’s how a bonded human can sustain all of the changes, the extra muscle, agility, our mental link…”

“So, could I do it more than every few days?” Steven asked dreamily, “like maybe… every day after work?”

“I think we could work something like that out,” Allura giggled. “How much longer do you think you could stay awake?”

“I don’t think I have much time,” Steven yawned, “but I’ll try to stay up for you.”

“Thanks,” Allura said with a smile.

Steven snuggled against her, cradled in her arms as the pair enjoyed one another’s company. For at least a few minutes the other questions of their relationship didn’t seem so important, and a few minutes later Steven’s eyes finally closed, the slow steady breathing of his sleep reaching Allura’s ears as Steven entered a restful slumber.