Omnibabe Origin RP (Incomplete)

Everything was white, when Ben was pulled back to the waking world. Last thing he remembered, was a trip to Burger Shack and then a bright light...
No, that wasn't his newest memory. He wasn't there, he was on a table, with a bright light in his eyes. A shadow stood over him, but he couldn't understand what it was saying. If he could move, he would have. Next thing he knows, his arm is burning, and then his stomach, and then everything. And then;
Everything was white.

Ben was facedown in a featureless room, but slowly turned on to his back, every part of him aching. He tried to steady his breath, and understand what had happened.
Consciousness came back to Ben slowly, his thoughts sluggish and his memories fuzzy. He had the distinct sense that he shouldn't be here-- though where here was he had not the slightest idea--but how he ended up here was entirely a mystery to him. His body hurt, though when he checked his chest and arms he found no sign of any visible bruises, cuts, or other serious damage. The featureless room was a concern, though.
Trying to swallow down panic, Ben stepped up to the nearest blank white wall, placing his hands against the seamless surface before him. The wall was flat, perfectly smooth, and oddly warm to the touch, and as he walked the perimeter of the room he found no irregularities or any other signs of a portal or exit. Taking a deep breath he returned to the center of the room, trying to take stock of his situation. He had no idea where he was, how he got there, or what he purpose was here. The small, circular room about him had no windows, doors, or furniture, though he supposed light must be coming from somewhere for him to be seeing it all so clearly.
He put his hand to his face, puzzling over what went wrong, only to see immediately what was wrong.
The Omnitrix was gone. Mild explicits echoed back at him as he started to pace. He must be a prisoner of a scheme. Perhaps Dr. Animo had finally cracked the code on removing the device, or the Incurseans pulled a sucker punch to strip him of his ability to transform into legions of alien species. Worst, if Albedo managed to steal the Omnitrix to take over-

"Hetaera Designate 101010, you've finally awoken."

Ben turned around, and finally saw another person, but more accurately, another alien. He was seated on a chair that fit the rounded white aesthetic of the rest of the room, in front of an equally pale table and chair.
Not recognizing this particular alien, or even this particular species, Ben approached cautiously, knowing he was unarmed and entirely unprepared for whatever this creep had in store.  After glancing at the empty chair with no small amount of suspicion, he took a seat hunkering down low and setting the alien with a look of deep suspicion.
"Alright, where am I, who are you, and what do you want?" he demanded. Then, after a moment of consideration, he added, "whatever you're up to, you've made a big mistake." Hopefully that sounded more confident than he thought.
The pale outlander looked Ben up and down, as if to inspect him. There was something about his gaze that was...unnerving. That said, he realized that he hadn't really paid attention to his appearance since he woke up. He was in a skintight white jumpsuit, with black seams at the hips and splitting him vertically. His feet appeared to be slightly elevated on black platforms as a sort of thighhigh boot incorporated into the suit itself.

Around his neck was a black seam giving a slight slack when he tilted his head down. At least I might be able to take it off, Ben bemused to himself. Similar marks went around his wrists and ankles, like bracelets or ankets. Or perhaps shackles...
The suit felt snug against his crotch, like a full body zip-lock, yet there was a single point of interest that got his attention. It only raised more questions. The Omnitrix insignia...on his stomach?
Right below where his Bellybutton would be there was a Green and Black circle with an hourglass, pressing out slightly from his abdomen.

"As you may have noticed, the procedure was a success. No mistakes here. You should be about ready to fit your directive. It was very expensive to claim you, but I bet you get that a lot."
"Seriously, I don't know what sort of sick game you're playing," Ben warned, self consciously placing a hand to cover the Omnitrix logo now over his gut. "More than I'd like. I've gotten the better of all the others who said that, and you won't be any different, you albino martian creep!" despite his bluster, however, Ben was feeling more than a little exposed. This outfit was strange on its own, but had they done something with the Omnitrix? He wasn't in control of it to be sure, but if he really mean "procedure"...
The "White Martian" merely cocked his head to the side, bemused by the human's aggression.

"Very well then, it's best I give you the tour of your new home. The master is very happy to have you inducted to our staff. You may call me Obol if you wish."

Obol didn't appear to be phased by Ben's threats, as he got up from the chair, and the wall beside them both dematerialized, giving away to an a shiny white hallway. Ben immediately made a break for the opening, and cruised down the hall before receiving a jolt from each of the bands as they squeezed down on his appendages. Ben collapsed, sliding down to his knees then to the floor.
"It's impolite to rush things, dear. You'll fit in much better if you take your time." Obol corrected the hero as he eased down the hall at a much slower speed.
"Instead of trying to escape, why not follow me, and I'll try to help accommodate you to your surroundings. It won't take long," he reassured.
Ben considered trying to make another break for it, but ultimately decided against it. This dang suit had him trapped, and until he could find a way to escape it's control any attempts to flee would be futile.

Instead he rose and with no small amount of trepidation followed after Obol, the chunky heels of his suit's built in shoes making his steps wobbly and uncertain. He set his face into a grimace, determined at least to look properly defiant even if the suit made it impossible to act the part. He didn't want this too easy for the creep, even if they had him trapped for now.

Ben followed the slender creature down the hall, silence interrupted by the clacking of his own two feet. It appeared he wasn't the only captive here, as there were multiple other cells similar to the one he began in. It was odd, as he noticed the floor had moved downward at a slight incline in comparison to where they were previously walking, but each chamber was aligned correctly to the wall. Gravity must be playing trick with the architecture, he thought.

As the trek dragged on Ben had to fight the urges both to stop and rest-- the hard surface of the hall made the clunky shoes absolutely killer on his feet-- and to demand answers from Obol. The strange alien was clearly delighting in his ignorance, so was likely to both quite enjoy any questions from Ben and would almost certainly not answer them.

Instead he focused in walking, forcing himself too keep balance in the heeled boots while keeping his eyes sharp for anything that might. The effort took up a surprising amount of his attention, to the extent that he failed to notice a slight tingling sensation that began emanating from his stomach as he walked.

"So, where the hell am I, Obol, and what do you want from me?" questioned Ben.  Obol spun around, and continued to walk in reverse, as if he had eyes on the back of his head.

"101010, you have been purchased as a new hire for our master's selection. Your Omnitrix makes you the most valuable asset this station could possibly offer. Someone of your innate talents is perfectly suited for the job at hand. Our clientele visit our station as we offer the most variety of any of it's kind. From the Anodites to the Zamarons, the station is housed by most sentient lifeforms in our local cluster."
"Yet, with the device you're bonded to, we have the potential of fulfilling every unclaimed niche we have, and more. You're a living encyclopedia of xenomorphic knowledge, 101010!" Obol gasped out. Ben could tell he was getting way too excited over the "acquisition".

"So, you kidnapped me to work at your alien zoo?"
Obol chuckled. "You could say that..."
"We're on our way to the main recreation hall, where you will stay on the floor until your services are required. We won't have you working at the rate of the others at first; once you have the skills needed for your position, you'll be able to schedule your own clients."
So he was some exhibit, it seemed? But what was the deal with the Omnitrix? He clutched the insignia uncertain about his predicament.

"Ah, it seems you've noticed our minor adjustment. We jailbroke your Omnitrix in order to expand and inhibit it's functions. It's now bonded much more to you than it was previously. A more recognizable symbiosis, you will be soon to find. Your ability to transform will be expanded beyond your original capacity, without the reversion timer and recharge times. Meanwhile, we've restricted your total forms to a smaller set for now, to make sure you don't attempt any funny business. Our modifications should put you at the house standard so you can start fitting in with your co-workers."

"I wouldn't worry about it; you'll get more rewards the more you reward others. Understand, 101010?"
"My name is Ben Tennyson, asshole." he huffed back.

Obol only smiled and said nothing to that. Instead he turned, taking long strides to exit the recreation room. "Your first client will be here in a half hour. You may relax in the meantime, though you will be expected to be... ready by then," he said. Ben had no idea what that meant, but was at least happy to sea the alien creep go.

He didn't like what the man was saying about the omnitrix. He'd have to find his way out of whatever weird configuration, but for now he could spend his wait time checking out his new prison. He started clattering around the Rec room, the clacking steps making him feel off. He presumed it was all on in the heels, not thinking to consider the spreading sensation from the new location of the omnitrix, nor how his strides were taking him further with each step than usual.

The room was less bland than the ones he had seen before. There was a large inert console on one side of the room, with seats of varying heights surrounding it, almost like a diner or bartop. There were a number of lounging chairs, or at least that's what he thought they were. They were more like fluid beanbags, most likely to accommodate whatever species just so happened to lay in them.

Ben experimentally took a seat in one of them, trying to see how it would confirm to an earthling in such a weird suit. He needed a plan, he knew, though he had seen nothing here or on his walk that might help him with any sort of escape.
Suddenly the large console pinged to life, as doors nearby melted away. The seats and console lit with a gentle backlight as they whirled into what he assumed was an "on" position, while down the hall he heard a familiar clacking. Hidden between the folds of the body mold, Ben spied on those who he could hear walk in his direction. Perhaps one of them would prove useful in his attempts to escape.
As Ben rose to stood, he was unable to help the notion that his body felt... off. His torso felt like it should be this long, his legs felt as though they were on stilts.  The room looked distinctly different in perspective than it did just a few moments ago, as though everything around him had gotten just a little bit shorter.

Ben brushed off the feeling for now, and tried to recognize the different species that came through the door. He recognized a few off the bat, a Tetramand woman, an Anodite, a lady Loboan, but there were others he hadn't seen before. There was a woman with orange skin and glowing green eyes, slender and built like an athlete. There was this hulking black chitinous creature with a gigantic stretched forehead; and yet it seemed both phallic and yonic at the same time. A blue woman had what appeared to be tentacles for hair, like she was part starfish, but still remained sexy. There was a green woman who...well, she was just a green woman; she looked human outside of that.

All of them wore suits matching his own, but he could make out how they clung to their bodies immediately. While he tried to sink further into his seat to resist attention, other xenos still managed to spot him. They probably noticed new faces when they arrived.

A few walked close and made remarks to each other in languages Ben could not recognize, but thankfully other than checking him out and giggling (or doing their best equivalent to that) among themselves, they left Ben alone. He was relieved by the space, and yet also strangely... envious. Despite just seeing these beings for the first time he felt an uncharacteristic yearning to attach himself to them, to ingratiate himself to them. He honestly could not say where these feelings were coming from, but that did not diminish their sensation.

"A̡h,͠ so̸ yǫu ͘mu̕st b̴e҉ t͡he new g͜i͘r͞l͢!̨" Ben heard from behind him. He jolted to attention, but didn't move much due to the unwieldiness of the seat. Above him was the orange girl he spotted earlier. Upon closer look, her hair was more peculiar than she first appeared her hair seemed to crackle at the ends, as if made of fire.
"I͝'҉v͠͞e ̨͜͜n̴̵ev̡e̛r͟ ̨şę͞e̕͝n ̷͘a̷̢͠ ҉̕hu͏̶̀ma͞n ̕b̢e̡͏f̴o̢͏r̷̡e.͞ ̢͜Y̸o͠͏u̵͜͞'ŗ́͠e͞͝͝ ͠so̷ ̀͘t͢͏iń͝ý̷!̢͠" He understood even less than he did before from that line.
"Oh̢͟͞, ͡y̵̧o͘u ̷ca͞͝n'́t̴ ̡͟ù̷nd̵̕͡e̸̕ŗ͝҉s͟͏t͢àn͏͞d̢ ̷m̵͝e̸̵̢. ̨͘͢L̛͟e̢͜t'͏̷s ͢t̸̵͟ry.̸.̶͟.̴̕͞" and then she pulled him off of the chair with one hand, and locked lips, before extending her tongue into his mouth. She felt intoxicating, and his chest burned as the kiss extended to what had to have been hours.

"That's better. Tamerans can assimilate the language of others through making physical contact; lip-to-lip is just my favorite. Now we should have a much easier time communicating. I can't wait to be your K'Norfka!~"

She looked to be here enthusiastically, so he doubted he would have much use trying to learn how to escape from her.
"So what is your name, 101010? Each of us has a number, but it's really just for keeping track of us."
Ben just looked at the orange alien vacantly.

"Uh, my name is Ben Tennyson. How long am I going to have to follow you around, I think I'd like to keep to myself when I can."

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