Becoming Kalanri, Part 2: Closer Ties (Patreon)

An Anonymous Commission

Alan and Marcus are young men selected to become diplomatic emissaries to the kalanri, an beautiful, blue-skinned, all-female race of aliens. However, they soon find that the kalanri’s idea of ‘cementing relations’ involves literally becoming members of their species, and more than that, becoming pregnant with their young!

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Epilogue (Patreon Exclusive)

Part 2: Closer Ties

It was a month later, and both initiates to the Kalanri race were becoming a little more settled into their new roles. There was a lot to get used to, however, and neither still felt fully comfortable in their skins, and certainly not in their new roles, especially since they could feel the growing of new life within them much more intimately than human women. Indeed, simply the sight of their new bodies each morning was an oddity, not to mention the oddity of having breasts, a vagina, literal child-bearing hips, and slowly undulating head tentacles. Both former men had learned these were called ‘Selu’, and their length was a determiner of age among their species.

“You both have the appearance of young Kalanri,” Avara told them, “befitting your own ages. But Kalanri are long-lived compared to your species; we regularly live to between three and four hundred years, and our bodies alter over time.”

Alan had been fascinated by this. She and Marcus were what they considered to be at the tail end of the nascent stage, where their selu were still short, their bodies slim and petite, and their bodies feverish with energy. Overtime, Avara and Tevine told them, Kalanri would then enter the blossom stage - often as a direct result of a first pregnancy. Their breasts would swell, their figure become more curvaceous, and their desire to continue breeding would last, often producing twins. Their selu would descend, becoming longer and more alluring, and their skin would brighten in colour. This stage could last decades, with each of these qualities continuing to exaggerate over time; selu are generally shoulder length at this time. Next would be the purelight stage. By this point, a Kalanri’s eyes no longer have pupils, instead being a softly-glowing purple, and an intricate patterning appears on their skin, made of smooth ridges of a slightly altered tone to their skin colouring, which itself increased in bright hue. Selu generally increase in number and fall to the length of one’s lower back or even bottom at this stage. The breeding instinct is still present at this stage, but much diminished, and those that fall pregnant are blessed with multiples in larger litters, usually three to four children. Finally, the matriarch stage composes an indeterminate stretch afterward, during which the selu have grown to drag on the floor behind one, appearing somewhat royal in nature. Matriarch women are by far the curviest, bustiest, and appealing of all their kind, able to produce large litters of Kalanri young to be raised communally, and possessing a quiet and imperious wisdom that all the younger members of their kind pay attention to.

It was a lot of information to relay back to Earth, but gave so much more knowledge to their people. The only thing was the sheer embarrassment and confusion of having to contact via video recording their Ambassador Cleary, and reveal that they had not only become alien women, but pregnant ones at that.

“You have got to be shitting me,” said Cleary, with an expression torn somewhere between utter frustration and amusement. “The dark blue one is Marcus? Jesus, he finally got his paws on a pair of tits that he can’t up and leave the next morning.”

Marcus blushed purple, stroking at her selu in a cute way that was becoming her habit. “I can’t say I’m happy about it, Ambassador. I mean, it’s the mission, but . . . it’s embarrassing. Can’t you fudge the reports?”

The Ambassador shook her head. “I’m afraid everyone knows. It’ll be public in another four months, so you two may want to record a little something for a wider audience if you want to at least get a say in how this gets portrayed. You’ll also be put in contact with family and loved ones.”

Alan sighed. “Wait till Gracey hears this. How are Nis’na and Sanalga doing?”

“Well enough. They seem to have attached themselves to humans connected to you, in order to make the connection a proverbial two-way street. They have a funny diplomatic approach we’re still getting used to.”

“Who have they, um, attached themselves to?”

Cleary pulled her collar, looking a little embarrassed.

“No way,” muttered Marcus in that sensual new voice of hers. The camera panned to reveal Sanalga situated on a couch behind the Ambassador. She waved awkwardly, her clothing as scantily-clad as any Kalanri’s.

“It’s all very new to me,” Cleary said, clearly uncomfortable.

“With all due respect Ambassador,” Marcus said, “I’d say you have less to be embarrassed about than we do.”

“Granted. Nis’na is staying with Gracey, and by all reports they are getting along well. She is aware you are in a relationship, Alan.”

He breathed a sigh of relief. “Well, at least there is that. Does she know I’m . . ?”

Cleary shook her head. “We’ve left that particular piece of news for you to tell her.”

“Thank you Ambassador. We’ll keep sending you information on the Kalanri and their ways. And . . . their biology.”

“Good luck, girls,” Cleary said with a slightly-amused expression. “Oh, and all the best with the babies.”

“Gee, thanks chief,” Marcus said, as the screen winked out. “She was a little too chuffed about me being knocked up.”

“Let’s just hope we get clearance to talk to our loved ones soon.”

***

“You’re a woman.”

“Yes Gracey.”

“And you’re an alien.”

Alan idly stroked her selu with her slender, four-fingered hand. They shifted a little, subconsciously. “Yeah, I am. A blue one.”

Gracey spluttered a little. She was a pretty thing, slender and petite, with gentle blue eyes and wavy brown hair. “I’ll say, really blue! This is a lot to take in, Alan. I mean, I knew this would be hard for us, but I don’t recognise you! I mean, jeez, you’re gorgeous! And how come my boyfriend has bigger boobs than I do?”

Alan laughed, but was still nervous. She stroked her fertile belly somewhat lovingly, not quite knowing how to break that particular piece of news.

“I didn’t really know it was going to happen. Apparently, it’s their way of ‘bringing our races closer together.’ I feel ridiculous.”

“You look amazing. I’m kind of jealous - how come no one asked me if I wanted to be a blue space babe? No fair!”

They laughed, a little tensely.

“And I hear Nis’na is staying with you? How is that going?”

Gracey blushed a little. “It’s going . . . well. She’s learning a lot. I had no idea I was going to wind up with an alien roomie, so that’s been something.”

“Yeah, they sprung this change on me too.”

“But she’s wonderful. Really cute actually; she’s a bundle of nervousness, and so eager to learn all about us and ‘cement relations’.”

That made Alan a little curious, but a little shifting of movement in her womb distracted her, and she moaned softly, tearing her from the thought. Gracey cocked her head like an owl in the vid-screen. “Uh, you okay there?”

Alan sighed. She had to pull off the bandaid.

“More than okay, but it’s something you kind of have to see for yourself. There’s one other change I’m going through. A big one.”

“Bigger than being an alien woman?”

Alan shifted the camera, allowing Gracey to see the full roundness of her swelling belly, a dainty hand gently rubbing its taut skin. A small ripple of movement was discernible in that very moment, and Alan bit her lip in response. Of course it had to happen then.

“Is that - fuck - Alan, are you . . ?”

“Yeah Gracey. I’m pregnant.”

***

Alan sighed as she tried to put on the one-piece and thigh-boots she had been given to wear. The struggle was not because the outfit did not suit her proportions, but because she was unused to working around her baby belly. Marcus was having similar troubles, and it was made worse by the fact that both of their breasts had increased in size, and their selu now curled and uncurled against their necks.

They had officially entered the blossom phase.

“Damn, so - hic! - big already,” Marcus moaned, just managing to get her spandex-style dress on, the one that left her entire rounded belly bare. “How can we possibly last like this for two whole Earth years?”

“That’s their cycle, so I suppose - hic! - we’ll have to get used to it.”

“Great,” the darker blue of the women groaned, “just great. Not only do I have a pussy, but I’ve got a baby sitting in a damn womb that will be there for two damn years, and the whole damn Earth is gonna know that Marcus Ingram got turned into a - hic! - knocked up space babe wearing stripper clothing. And why do I keep hiccuping?”

“It’s a symptom of early pregnancy for them. Better than morning sickness. And we have to accept this. To the Kalanri, we’re being given a great honour. The Kalanri have managed for thousands of years, I suppose this is part of the understanding they want for us, after all, it’s us who - Ngh!”

Marcus gave a sympathetic look as she adjusted her breasts, which had swelled already with pregnancy. “Another movement?”

“Felt like a kick. I really thought she had gone back to sleep.”

“I don’t know Alan, but it feels like I’ve got more than one in here. Hell, we look nearly full term already.”

It was true, both women looked like they would have crossed the seven month mark if they were human women, and yet they were only four months into a two year pregnancy.

Marcus managed to get the last item on, just avoiding overbalancing. Her selu writhed in irritation. “Maybe to you paper jockey types. My friends will never stop laughing at me. And I can tell you that I’ve got a long train of exes and one night stands who are just gonna relish that ‘Marcus the player’ will be lying back and birthing little blue babies in nearly two years time.”

Alan spun, arm around her pregnant dome of a belly. “How do you think I feel, Marcus? I’m out of my depth here too! I’ve got a girlfriend I’m going steady with, and now she’s found out I’ve not only slept with an alien race, but I’ve become one! It’s been hard to talk to her about this.” She stroked her fertile roundness. “But she’s making her best try, and Nis’na is helping her back on earth, and - hic! - I’m making the best of it. It is a great honour. A strange one, but even if we’re a little embarrassed about it, just think: we’re doing something no human has ever done before, and in doing so, cementing ties with the most influential alien species in the galaxy. If that means being pregnant for a couple of years, I can deal.” Again, she stroked her belly. “And besides . . . it’s kinda weird to admit, but it does feel nice at times. I don’t know about you, but it’s like I can actually sense the life inside me sometimes. The potential.”

Marcus sagged her shoulders a little, and her cleavage pressed together. Alan once more marvelled at how Kalanri bodies moved in ways that were almost impossible not to sexualise and idealise.

“I know what you mean,” she said, and she placed both hands under her swollen blue stomach. It was domed beautifully, the belly button just on the edge of popping out, and there was not a single blemish of skin. It had even become more distinct in hue as it had developed over the months. “There are times when I sort of lie back and just feel them.”

“Them?”

Marcus grinned a little sheepishly. “I think . . . I think it’s twins. No, I know it’s twins. It’s not just their little kicks and damn pushes either. I can sense them too.”

“Well, I’m glad I’m not alone in this boat,” Alan said.

“You’re having twins as well!?”

Alan smiled. “Yeah. Besides, what else could explain how quickly this baby belly is getting? Only four months and these little girls are kicking up a storm inside me.”

Marcus laughed, and it seemed almost a relief for the two former males to be able to openly chat about their pregnancy experiences, rather than closet it behind male ego and shame. “I know, right! I had no idea what women went through - made me feel guilty about a few close pregnancy scares a couple of my exes went through! Who would have thought that Marcus fucking Ingram would end up like this, huh?”

They laughed together this time, and tears formed in both their eyes.

“Oh, damn pregnancy hormones. I’m crying all the time now.”

“I’ve never seen you cry,” Alan remarked, wiping her tears away.

Marcus considered her. “I’ve been hiding it. I guess I’ve not wanted to face this, you know. As I said just before, it’s embarrassing what others will think of me.”

Alan approached, and something about the brotherly - no, sisterly - bond she was forming with the former alpha male made her bold. She stepped forward so that their rounded bellies pressed against one another. The feeling was almost sensual. Alan dipped forward, and hugged her friend, enjoying the way their breasts pressed against one another.

“It’s okay, Marcus. I’m not embarrassed of you. You’re doing amazing.”

There was a moment’s hesitation, and then the hug was returned, a set of darker blue arms encircling Alan, and the two transformed males remained their for some time, until one of Alan’s babies kicked against Marcus’ belly, setting off a series of shifting movements in both of them that made both women break apart laughing.

“Thanks,” Marcus said, after the laughter died down. She wiped a silver tear from her eye, “I needed that. “

“Me too, I think. Maybe, between the two of us, and these little critters inside of us, we can actually have a little fun, huh?”

***

As the sixth month approached, both men were educated a little further on Kalanri pregnancies. Avara and Tevine were very pleased they had successfully entered the blossom stage, and so soon: both Alan and Marcus’ busts had further increased in size, occasionally a little sore with growth, and their curves had enhanced also; their hips widening in preparation for eventual birth, and their behinds gaining fat in all the right places also. It brought a strange pride to both the new aliens, and Alan felt a strange jealousy that Marcus’ bustline was more impressive than her own; they were approaching D-cups in size, whereas hers were still a generous pair of B-cups, verging but not quite on C’s, roughly the size of well-grown pomegranates.

But other information gave them further context. Kalanri pregnancy functioned differently from human pregnancy in one major way other than the length of time: the bodily development of the fetus was almost entirely complete by the eighth Earth-month of the alien pregnancy, and the remaining year and four months was devoted largely to nurturing the infant within, developing its instincts and mind beyond what humans were capable of.

“So . . . we’re going to be waddling around like full-term pregnant women - with twins no less - for nearly a year and a half.”

Tevine giggled. They had taken a day trip, overseeing the great Auralas Mountains, which were brilliant to behold; one could see two more cities from its height. Alan and Marcus had been intimidated, but again that boundless reserve of energy in their alien pregnancies made the walk easier, though at a certain point they had to rely on the floating coaches. They sat on them now as Tevine replied, walking beside them while they sat, eating local fruits to sate their increased hungers.

“Yes, a little different from what you are used to, but it is a great blessing! Most Kalanri consider pregnancy to be a deeply fulfilling time; spiritually, emotionally, physically, and even sexually.”

Both former males blanched a little at that, but couldn’t help but think of how they had been checking out the other’s form lately.

“Oh, okay,” was all Alan could manage. Indeed, she looked full-term with one baby already, and it wouldn’t be long before she appeared all the way along with two. She sighed at the thought of being like this for well over another year, but a kicking within made her smile despite herself.

“I see you smiling there!” Tevine said, taking her arm, “and you as well, Marcus of Earth. The sense of life within is a wonderful feeling, I look forward to carrying more daughters again one day.”

“How old are you Tevine? And how many children have you, ah, carried?”

The woman beamed with pride. “I am ninety years old now. I have carried seven pregnancies to term.”

“I’m sorry,” Marcus said, “seven?”

Tevine chuckled. “I know, I know. Fourteen in total. It is not many, is it? Most Kalanri tend to have more by now. In truth, I have enjoyed a life of art and exploration. I am still in my blossom stage, far later than many others! My selu are still at my shoulders, but they are growing quicker and quicker these days. I shall enter my purelight stage when I am ready; we know that one’s eagerness to reach another stage of life will influence how quickly it arrives.”

“But where are all your daughters?” Alan asked. “Was it difficult raising them all?”

The gorgeous purple-skinned woman placed a hand at the small of Alan’s back. The two of them had learned this was a way of showing reassurance among their kind.

“Oh, no, not at all. Kalanri are not like you humans. We raise our children communally, together. Parents are important, yes, but much more so when a child is fully raised, functioning as a guide, as Avara does for me.”

It was enough to make Marcus spurt out his drink. “Wait, Avara and you are mother and daughter!?”

Tevine was quizzical. “Of course, did you not recognise our closeness? And she is in the purelight stage. I have stuck close to her many years, learning her wisdom and arts.”

“But - but we had sex with you both! In the same room!”

Tevine laughed. “Oh, you humans, I forget you have such strange rules about these things! There is no such embarrassment on Kalen. In fact, it is a wonderful thing to experience the pleasures of mating alongside your own mothers or daughters; it is both a learning and bonding experience, and to share a partner is not uncommon either. If you choose to stay after your two years, perhaps one day you too will experience the joys of teaching the mating ritual to your daughter by example.”

It was a lot to take in, and as the transport stopped, reaching the zenith of the mountain and revealing the brilliance of the Kalen landscape, its fields of purple trees and great silver lakes, and crystalline cities filled with foliage, one question stood out to Alan.

“Wait, we have a choice to stay?”

***

“Report, gentlemen. Women.”

Both transformed males adjusted their positions on the couch, clutching their enormous bellies. They were utterly full-term with twins, and had been for four months. Ambassador Cleary was stoic as ever, but there was something different about the forty-three year old woman that both of them recognised; there was a soft flush to her dark skin, a diminishing of wrinkles, a slight rounding of the face. Sanalga was beside her, appearing more confident than they had last seen her. Her light blue skin seemed more vibrant, and she maintained an easy, almost zen, silence.

“Well, it’s been a year,” Marcus said, “and we’re still playing dress up, as you can see.”

They were both wearing long dresses - green for Alan, red for Marcus - that pulled tightly around their mounds, leaving the upper half of their bellies bare, so that a separate garment pulled their breasts up, making them appear even larger than they were and creating a deep line of cleavage. Their shoulders were bare, but they wore long gloves up to the elbow. They appeared almost regal, and the platter of fruitful delicacies before them only enhanced the effect.

“Yes, I can see you are dealing with it well, Mr Ingram.”

Marcus smiled sheepishly, a deeper purple hue flushing on her upper arms and cheeks. In truth, the former ladies’ man was finding the fashion increasingly appealing, taking delight in how it accentuated her lovely and gravid form, just as she had appreciated a good suit or casual dating getup when she was a man. It was beginning to hold a similar weight of pride for her, that she looked good in all the right things. But it was hard to admit.

“It’s damn irritating ma’am, but we’ll cope. We’ve come this far.”

“Yes, and the information we’re getting is fascinating. Sanalga also says that we are proving ourselves worthy of extended relations on this end.”

Sanalga nodded. “Your Ambassador has been most forthcoming.”

Again, their leader blushed a little, and Alan couldn’t help but wonder . . .

“Chief, if I may, you look very well today.”

The Ambassador flustered. “Um, thank you Alan. Nice of you to say, but we have business to discuss in terms of data releases and what happens once the mission is conc-”

Marcis rose in her seat, gripping her belly with both hands. “Yes, you do look quite good Ambassador. Why, you look like you’re glowing.”

“I agree Marcus,” Alan continued, eyeing the way that their superior’s regulation jacket seemed to be a bit more unzipped than usual; two body parts in particular outlining more prominently against the uniform. Cleary cringed. She obviously had not wanted the two transformed men she had been making sardonic comments at all year to know her situation.

“Fine,” she managed, breathing heavily, “you two have already figured it out. Computer, zoom out fifty percent.”

Suddenly, Cleary’s entire upper half was visible, and there was more of it there than last time they had seen her. The stiff ambassador was obviously pregnant, and had refused a uniform change; her jacket was pressed against a burgeoning belly that appeared roughly four or more months along.

“It seems I, too, will be making history,” she sighed, a hand falling to her rounded form. “You are the first two humans to ever become Kalanri, and I’m going to be the first human to give birth to a Kalanri-human hybrid. All thanks to this lady.”

She gestured to Sanalga, who moved around behind the ambassador and placed her light blue arms around her, hugging the stoic human’s growing belly lovingly. She was taller, as most Kalanri were, and it only made Cleary more embarrassed.

“Well, congratulations commander. It seems ‘relations’ are going well on your end.”

“Very well,” Sanalga said, kissing the ambassador’s neck.

“I - we’re very happy with one another,” Cleary managed, trying to avoid their gazes.

“When are you due?” Marcus said, unable to stop grinning.

“In five months. I at least only get the usual time compared to you girls, though I didn’t expect to have babies ever again - my own daughters are grown, and can barely believe it themselves! They’re happy for me, at least.”

“Well, you’ve certainly blossomed, ma’am,” Marcus said, giggling so much that her own children were kicking.

Cleary looked down, still red-faced, observing her swollen bust, which had pushed the zipper down further. “Damn things won’t stop growing. And don’t you start Marcus, there are interviews gone viral here with at least three ex-girlfriends of yours laughing that you’ve got a ripe pair now!”

“Ouch. Touche.”

“Indeed, we’re all making history.”

“Twins?” Alan asked.

Clearly nodded, regaining her composure, though the fact that her blue lover was still gently holding her, caressing her belly openly did undermine her image of authority somewhat. “The Kalanri special, I’m told. We’re all making history, just not in the ways we thought.”

“Ready for the press release when you give birth, Ambassador? First half-human born to an unexpected diplomat?”

The woman sighed. “Well, I may have lied a little about being first there. Alan, you may want to talk to your girlfriend. She has some big news you may want to discuss.”

One of Alan’s girls gave a wallop of a kick inside her, as if personally reacting to her mother’s shock.

***

“Yeah, things have really gotten out of hand,” Gracey said as she rubbed her stomach on the screen. She had a maternal glow, and her breasts had come out of hiding, though Alan was surprised to feel a flush of pride at the fact that her own were still larger. “I didn’t meant for this to happen, Alan. I mean it. It’s just . . . I was lonely, as you were already pregnant, and Nis’na has been so supportive, and, well, it’s sort of why she’s here and everything.”

“Wow, it’s just . . . a lot to take in.”

“Yeah.” She sighed, and much like Alan, could not help but stroke her fertile roundness. “It’s been strange. I always expected us to stay together, maybe one day have a kid of our own, if that’s what we wanted. Now, I’m pregnant with a baby from an alien woman.”

Alan couldn’t help but smirk. “And your boyfriend is an alien woman. And pregnant too.” He sighed. “I’m not angry with you Gracey, I’m not, so please don’t cry.”

Gracey wiped some tears away. “It’s these stupid hormones. Though I guess you’re the first boyfriend in history to totally understand that, aren’t you?”

Alan wiped her own tears. It was true. Not just being pregnant and female, but feeling even more deeply as a Kalanri had changed her outlook. She was more open about her emotions, and Marcus was making a similar transition.

“I love you, Alan, I really do, but I guess it’s a different kind of love now, huh?”

“It is Gracey. I love you too, but I mean it when I say I’m happy for you and Nis’na. You’re going to be pretty famous now, you realise?”

She chuckled. “Speak for yourself! Do you know how many interviews I’d had back here about ‘the boyfriend who became a pregnant alien’? God, the gossip rags will be all over us now that both our eggos are preggo with little aliens.”

“I’m guessing twins?”

Gracey giggled. “The kalani special, Cleary says.”

“I saw her. She was practically busting out of her regulation outfit. I’m guessing you two have gotten to know one another?”

Gracey smiled as Nis’na entered, her turquoise skin bright and beautiful. She took a seat and said hello to Alan, blushing purple a little.

“It’s all good, honey,” Gracey said, “we’re okay. I was just telling Alan that Jennifer Cleary is still coming to terms with her new relationship.”

“She looks most verdant and fertile,” Nis’na said in her light voice, “a true blessing! She will be most bountiful with children.”

Alan strained not to laugh. Gracey as well. “Just don’t tell her that!”

“And you are looking very fertile yourself, Alan of Earth! You make a fine kalani, exceptionally beautiful. You wear the janali well, our maternity dress of the summer season.”

She blushed in response to the comment. “I thank you Nis’na. And I thank you for taking care of Gracey. I guess with all this craziness we weren’t going to last, but it’s strange to think I’m going to be not a boyfriend, but your girl friend now, Grace.”

“Only for another year,” she replied. “Of course, you’ve got to give birth to twins first, but then you’ll be back, and the world will just be waiting to hear from you up close what it’s been like. I bet Marcus is looking forward to being a man again.”

Alan smiled. “Yeah, we both are.”

But even as she said it, she ran a hand down her rounded belly, admiring the life growing within. Nis’na’s expression changed, seeming to notice something. Her smile grew a little wider, but otherwise she remained quiet. She could tell what the former male was thinking.

Do I even want to go back?

To Be Continued . . .