Alien Life, Part 7 (Man to Alien Impregnated Woman TG) (Patreon)

By FoxFaceStories

A Commission for Al

The explorer ship Tiresias is nearing the end of its voyage when it is suddenly rerouted to check out a strange signal emanating from the surface of one of the moons of Jupiter. Liam Macklin is a young engineer on the ship, which has a complement of only six. But when he is the one to uncover a strange artefact, his life is changed forever. Slowly, as they voyage back to Mars, his body begins to feminise, in order to better house the new alien life that is growing within him . . .

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Part 7: The Blue Mood

Liam examined himself in the mirror. Herself, really. It wasn’t that his mind was changing, at least beyond the estrogen and general preggo hormones. It was just that there was nothing male left of him now, visibly or biologically. He looked as female as one could get, particularly holding his bloated belly, his twin babies shifting obviously about with him, his pendulous breasts resting comfortably atop the arc of his dome. In fact, he didn’t just look like a woman, he looked like a rather pretty one. Hell, a startlingly attractive one, if he was being honest with himself. His face had ‘finished’ as far as he could tell. He’d ended up with full lips - not exaggeratedly so, but certainly matching the pinup girls that Petyr displayed on his posters - and an elegant nose. His cheekbones were heigh, and his cheeks soft, while his eyes now had prominent lashes as well as refined brows. His hair, which had lightened a little, fell to below his shoulders in silky waves. He looked like he could have been a model.

And that was just his face. The rest of him, pregnancy aside, was a total bombshell. Pregnancy included if you were into that sort of thing, given how well his body was carrying it. He had only the faintest stretch marks on the underside of his belly, but otherwise he looked like the very image of gorgeous fertility. His breasts were large E-cups now, and he could only hope they didn’t get bigger, because it was the last bra size he’d been given by the Oblant. They were full and round and surprisingly pert on his chest, providing an impressive neckline of cleavage that just felt weird to have on display. With their soreness, they certainly showed promise of future milk production as well. Liam’s hips were also pleasingly wide, and if not for his belly his hourglass figure would have been stunning. He turned to the side and examined his rear: that too had blown out recently, becoming fuller. No wonder Petyr gave him that wolf whistle the other day, and why Adam had also looked even after slapping his friend upside the ear. All blemishes on his skin were gone, and his legs were shapely. Even his ankles only had a slight swell to them.

He really was a beautiful, voluptuous pregnant woman now. It was astonishing to behold, and it ate away the vestigial remains of his male pride and made him feel more than a little self-conscious. But it was, he supposed, something he could deal with, especially since Earth and Mars psychologists were sending him what material they could to guide him through the ‘acceptance’ stage of his transformation.

Only now he was turning blue.

The patch was larger now, and getting bigger everyday. It now fell over part of his right boob, making it look asymmetrical. Worse, a second patch was now present on his butt, and a third on his left knee. No other changes were occurring as far as Katz or the eggheads back on planet-side could tell. It was just like his pigmentation was changing.

“Please don’t turn into an alien,” he said to himself, rubbing his belly for comfort. “I can do with being a woman. Hell, I can even deal with being a pregnant woman, barely. But this better be temporary. Please, whoever is out there, make this fucking temporary.”

Otherwise, he might have to really start thinking of himself as a she. And possibly as no longer human too.

***

The great vessel was not their only accomplishment, the signal not their only hope to discover other forms of life in this great universe. To fold space on itself and form rifts from nothing was a recent development, and one that was much celebrated despite its infancy. Now, it would be their last hope. Select members of their species were chosen, even as the invaders rampaged across the known systems, exterminating them all. The enemy couldn’t be stopped, but perhaps they could be fooled. 

The process was rushed. Corners were cut. The crystal technologies needed for the process were grown quickly, and there was much danger. The invaders were closing in. There was so little time. The chosen members were gathered and informed of the process, and there was a great weeping that followed. Mothers clutched children, fathers bid farewell to sons. Families were broken up. Those many, many thousands who could not go had their genetic material sampled, so that their essences could be collected into the glyph. And when finally all goodbyes had been said, the rift was opened, and those chosen were placed into stasis within it. 

They could not be awoken easily, nor retrieved. None would know of their presence once the invaders finished their work. The only suggestion would be the glyph.

The glyph was everything.

***

Liam mused on his dreams while quarantine was in effect. He was confined to the medical bay, with only Katz able to see him, and therefore Katz was part of the quarantine as well. The blue skin was still spreading, and now occupied nearly a third of Liam’s body, the three splotches looking like they wanted to link up. It was humiliating to experience, and also terrifying. Katz had to take many photos, including of sensitive places. It was bad enough having had his new pussy photographed constantly, but now there was this!

“Do we have to take any more?” he whined to Katz in his soft soprano voice. It sounded more elegant and princess-like than he’d intended.

“Orders are orders,” the doctor said. “The governments back home are a bit worried now. They thought they’d just get a couple of specimens to study, and you as well for a time, I imagine. Now they’re worried about contamination and alien invasion and whatnot again.”

Liam grimaced. He held his naked belly protectively. His babies writhed inside his womb. It was still such an - appropriately - alien feeling, but one that he increasingly drew strength from. The idea of governments holding his babies . . . concerned him. Even more than them holding him, in fact.

“I still don’t like it,” he said. “And I’m not talking about the photographs.”

“I know, son.”

“Daughter.”

Katz chuckled. “I suppose so! But it can’t be helped; you can’t expect Earth or Mars to risk it. They’ll probably conduct a joint program as they hold the new lives.”

“They’ll never be free. I might not either.”

Katz nodded sadly. “You might not. I won’t sugarcoat it. But hey, I’ve had patients get blue before, but never quite like this! So that’s something interesting!”

Liam rolled his eyes. “Just when I was getting a handle on it all. Now I’m nearing seven months. Jesus, how can I still have two to go? I’m huge!”

“Bigger than my wife was, and our daughters are twins. Some women just carry bigger, I suppose.”

“Lucky me.”

“Liam, if there was a list of lucky people in this universe, you’d be the furthest person from it. You’re coping remarkably well, all things considered. Have you had any more dreams?”

Liam reflected back as Katz took several more photographs of the skin patches and then passed him his medical gown. He was pleased to be dressed again, even if the outfit made him look frumpy. Maybe he was developing some strange pride in his feminine body that hated to look bad in the wrong clothing.

“I’ve had a few,” he said. “Some normal, some . . . not.”

The range of ‘not’ was quite diverse, and he wasn’t planning on sharing those anytime soon. For one, he’d had more than a few dreams involving a shirtless Adam recently, and it had left him waking up with quite the strong arousal, and a distinctly new wetness between his thighs. He’d managed to resist stimulating anything there . . . it was just too foreign at the moment. But those weren’t the dreams Katz was interested in, thankfully.

“I had one about the aliens again. The people that made the crystal. They called it a glyph. It was important. They were being wiped out.”

“You told me. Anything new?”

“Yeah, they hid themselves in a dimension rift or something. A few thousand of them. Or a few hundred. Or maybe way more. I don’t know, it’s easy to forget the dreams. There’s this weird flash of symbols and shit at the end that I don’t really understand.”

“Maybe it’s trying to tell you something? It’s obvious that you’re learning about the history of this species. It could well be that your womb contains the very last members of them.”

Liam mused on this, stroking his belly button idly. “Maybe. In that case . . . it’s cruel to think they’ll just be studied in a facility somewhere.”

“Getting attached to your young ones, Liam?”

Liam blushed and looked away. “Of course I am. I didn’t think I would, but I grew them, damn it. I’m still growing them. They move around in me and they’re alive. When I’m upset, they get upset. When I’m happy, they kick and get excited. They’re my babies, Doc. I don’t want them to have a life like that.”

Katz smiled and placed a hand on Liam’s soft shoulder. “That’s what makes you a good mother, Liam. I know it probably isn’t the compliment you want, but-”

“No, I don’t mind it,” he said. “I don’t really think of myself as female yet, but I do think of myself as their mother. Is that weird?”

“Only as weird as everything else, daughter. I’ll do my best to get quarantine lifted, as soon as we can determine there’s no risk. You just keep growing those little miracles.”

Liam nodded. They were little miracles, even if they’d made his life a living hell in so many ways. How was it possible to hate something so much but also feel such intense love for the lives that were now part of it? He would snap himself back to maleness in a second if he could, but at the same time he would resign himself to womanhood forever if it would keep his babies safe.

“Stupid hormones,” he muttered to himself as the doctor gave him some privacy. “And stupid blue skin too. Are you both going to be blue as well?”

***

Quarantine was not lifted, but the crew sent lots of messages of support, even the gruff captain. Petyr made a video call and thought it would be hilarious to ‘rank’ Liam against the other women on his pinup posters. He came out quite favourably, and Liam couldn’t even take offence to it. He was quite the looker now, and Petyr was Petyr. The Captain kept him updated on a list of engineering duties they needed his advice for, which he was more than happy to give. He also gave him an update on their progress to Mars. They were only twenty or so days out now, which Liam had guessed since he had crossed the seventh month mark several days ago. Their progress to Olympus had been slightly halted due to the pigmentation change and new quarantine, but after some concern from planet-side, they had re-engaged their flight path. It was good to hear the Captain treat everything matter-of-factly and not even enquire into his blueness.

But Liam got the most calm talking to Adam, who was the one that messaged him the most, as well as videocalled. Of all the crewmembers since the change started, Adam had been the one to most clearly become his friend, and had done more than anyone to make him feel more normal about his transformation.

“How are you holding up?” he asked.

“Oh, you know. I’m a woman. I’m pregnant. I’m turning maybe into a blue alien. The usual.”

Adam chuckled. “I swear, this wasn’t one of my pranks. Even I couldn’t pull this off.”

Liam gave an attractive little giggle. “I don’t doubt you somehow could, but yeah, this one’s definitely on the aliens, that’s for sure.”

“No tentacles yet, though?”

“God, I fucking hope not.”

“No extra boobs? That’s Petyr’s question, by the way.”

“Tell him to fuck off.”

Adam chuckled on the vid-screen. He turned to the side and shouted down the hall. 

“Hey Petyr, Liam says to fuck right off!”

“So no extra tits then? Damn!”

The pair shared an incredulous laugh over their endlessly horny friend. 

“These ones are big enough already, I think,” Liam mused, holding them in his soft hands. On the screen, Adam went red and looked away. “Oh, sorry. I didn’t mean-”

“No, it’s okay. It’s just . . . you are very much a woman now. It’s odd to see you in, uh, that way.”

“Yeah, I can imagine. I don’t want things to be awkward between us. I’ve . . . really appreciated you lately. Like, having you on my side and helping out and everything. The baby shower and all that. The calls.”

Adam shrugged. “What can I say? I see a damsel in distress-”

“Fuck off.”

He laughed. “But seriously, I can’t imagine what you’re going through. You’re a member of this crew, Liam. We all care about you.”

“Everyone except Rotar. He probably wants to carve me up and send bits of me back to Earth and Mars in jars.”

Adam frowned. “He has been pretty secretive lately. We don’t really work together much. He works on the element with me, but only briefly and to get his own notes to compare with mine. He doesn’t like that I talk to you. He says I should stop.”

Liam felt a lurch in his heart. His babies shifted about, kicking annoyingly back towards his spine, which always felt weird. They sensed his agitation.

“Please don’t! I don’t want to be lonely. I know it sounds pathetic and all, but you’re the one I like talking to the most.”

Adam smirked. “Oh, is it my hair, or just my natural male charm?”

“The hair, obviously,” he said, giggling in a more girlish way than usual.

“Well, I do put a lot of effort into it. Don’t worry, I won’t be ceasing calls anytime soon. I like chatting with you too, even if you hate my love of rocks.”

“Because they’re boring.”

“Nothing boring about geology!”

“It could bore my big tits off. I’m pretty sure you lulled my little ones to sleep talking about it the other day.”

“Er, that was . . . intentional. Yeah, let’s go with that. But I’ve got the hair at least, right?”

Liam giggled again, and this time he felt like a girl, staring at Adam’s face through the screen. “It is very nice hair.”

“I knew the ladies dug it. Ah, but I forget, much to Petyr’s upset, you’re our resident lesbian now. A cruel torment to our blonde-haired friend.”

Liam spoke without thinking. Whether it was the hormones, the sense of trust between them, or just stupidity, he didn’t know.

“Actually, this damn change has me attracted to dudes now. It sucks! Seriously, the dreams I get alone are making my hormones light up like a damn Christmas tree.”

Adam’s eyebrows raised. “Oh. Really? I - I had no idea! I didn’t mean - wait, are you serious?”

Liam blushed deep red. He panicked, and ended the call.

“You fucking moron,” he said to himself. “Now he definitely knows you weren’t kidding. God . . .”

He lay back, and once more those very hormones lit up. There was something about Adam’s presence, his manliness, his confidence and charm. And, admittedly, that square jawline and fine hair. It was enough to make his vaginal passage moisten with arousal. This time, already flush with humiliation, Liam lost all care.

“Fuck it,” he said to himself. He lowered a hand down and slipped it beneath his trousers, while using his other to slip up his shirt and begin fondling his large breasts. The sensations were divine, and even more so when he found his clitoris and began to rub it in just the right way.

“Ohhhhh, that f-feels good. God, why did I wait so f-fucking long for this. That’s one s-sensitive p-pussy. Ahhhh . . .”

He began to pleasure himself. Pleasure herself. When she finally came, it was hard not to moan out in a high, sweet voice. She was picturing Adam naked, his cock large and hard, ready to plunge into her womanhood.

“Ohhhh, f-fuck!” she cried, quivering as several orgasms rolled through her pregnant body. It was enough to briefly still her babies within her. “Ohhhhh, Adam . . .”

It was only afterwards, as the glow of post-coital bliss slowly faded, that she lost that sense of womanhood. He took stock of what he’d done.

“God damn it. No one is knowing about this.”

***

The glyph was the key. It carried the memories of their civilisation, the inner light of who they were and what they had lost. But it also carried their genetic codes. When discovered in the far flung future, it would allow a member of the discovering aliens to gestate a copy of their species, and in doing so gain the key to unlock the rift. It was a small chance, so slight as to be infinitesimal, but it was the only way.

If the invaders were finally defeated by some other force, or felled by some other means, or simply left their space, then the glyph would activate. It might take eons for someone to discover it, but if they did, and they were of a compatible biology for the gestational change, then they could be saved and reborn, literally.

The Aesera could be saved.

They will be saved.

They will be saved by you, Liam. But only if you get to safety. You carry within you the future of our civilisation, but all is threatened if you do not get away from those who would harm it and lock it away for study. Now wake up. The threat is nearer than you think.

***

Liam woke on his bed, still in quarantine. His babies were sleeping within his heavy belly, so big now that resting on his side was the only option. He blinked a few times in the near-darkness, shocked at the dream he’d just experienced.

“Aesera,” he mumbled. “They were called Aesera.”

And they had spoken to him. Not just giving him dreams, but literally conveyed some sort of message, somehow. Not just a message, but a warning. Something was nearby, threatening him. He got out of the bed with some effort, his huge twin pregnancy making movement difficult here in the centri-grav. His heart beat rapidly in his chest as he looked around. The door lit up green, indicating someone’s entry. He had to tell Katz what he’d just dreamed. He was an ally; he’d know what to do.

But then the door opened, and it wasn’t Katz standing there at all, but the portly and threatening figure of Abel Rotar, wrapped in a protective hazmat suit. He had a needle in his hand, one that was filled with liquid, and a metal rod in the other.

“Hello, alien,” he said, menacingly. He stepped inside, and the door shuttered behind him. “We have some business to discuss.”

Liam stepped back against the wall. A sense of extreme vulnerability hit him all at once. He was wearing nothing more than his panties and a maternity bra. He didn’t need the latter just yet, but his nipples were so sensitive that regular bras chafed. Otherwise, he was completely naked, his patches of blue skin clearly on display.

“Rotar, what the hell are you doing here? Where is Katz?”

“Katz is dealing with his own distraction right now,” Rotar said, taking another step forward. “And I have my own orders.”

“Orders? What the fuck are you talking about? Don’t you dare take another step towards us!”

Rotar sneered behind the clear plastic of the mask. “Us? Us? My, getting pretty attached to those little alien parasites already, aren’t we?”

Liam reached behind him to a shelf, trying to grab something to protect himself. To protect his children. His maternal instincts were flaring up, desperate to do anything to keep the contents of his womb safe.

“They’re my babies,” he said. “I’m their fucking mommy. Don’t take take another step, Rotar. What orders are you talking about?”

Rotar stopped just for a moment. “From the Earth-Mars Joint Committee, Liam. They’re worried. They have good reason to be. I’ve managed to convince them that dead specimens will be more useful than live ones. Don’t worry, you’ll live, but you’ll be under sedation until we land. We’ll learn what we can from the alien tissue when we can.”

“You wouldn’t fucking dare. They’re innocent, you bastard!”

“They present a threat. Viruses alone, not to mention these dreams you’ve been having. Yes, I’ve been granted backdoor access to Katz’s logs. You’re a security threat, Liam, and those so-called ‘babies’ are a risk to all of humanity. Now stay still. This will only take a moment. I promise you won’t feel a thing.”

Liam opened a shelf and grabbed something weighty. Time had slowed as the other man advanced. Pregnant as Liam was, weak as his muscles were in his new womanhood, and as scared as he was, his motherly instincts roared in him like a lioness.

“You won’t fucking hurt them!” she roared.

Rotar lunged forward, needle in his hand.

To Be Continued . . .