Alien Space Babe, Part 2 (Alien Girl TFTG) (Patreon)

I'm enjoying writing this one! Looking forward to writing how these two interact next time!

Chad is an alpha male future football star stuck rooming with the nerdy Derek at college. However, after mocking Derek and hurling one of his scientific finds in the bin, Chad finds that he has accidentally activated a recovered alien artefact . . . one that is slowly turning him into an attractive female alien. The changing jock and his nerdy roommate must travel across country to the original crash site in the hopes of changing her back . . . before her new lust for a human mate becomes too overpowering.

Alien Space Babe, Part 2: The Symptoms

Chad was about to restart the fight, or at the very least do something to the little twerp who had just made some strange device flash in his face. He glowered, still reeling a little in response to the odd energy in his body, when suddenly he groaned, feeling unbelievably nauseous.

“Oohhhh,” he moaned, clutching his stomach. “What the h-hell did that thing do to me?”

Derek looked alarmed. He adjusted his glasses, frowning and curious at once, a manner that only made Chad further annoyed.

“Like I said, I have no idea. I just thought . . . I mean, it looked like it reacted to you. If you hadn’t destroyed it then-”

“Whatever!” Chad interrupted, sweeping a hand out as if to ward the gawky man away. “Just - just fucking leave me alone. And pick up your shit from my side of the room!”

He kicked the device dramatically, wincing a little at the pain in his foot. It was tougher than he thought, even if the exterior was ruined.

“Hey! That’s valuable! We don’t know what it’ll do!”

“It’s given me a fucking headache, is what it’s done! Just clean up and don’t talk to me, twerp. I’m off to see my hot girlfriend to calm me down. You know what a girlfriend is?”

Derek gave that some glare, the one that betrayed a tougher person than his exterior suggested.

“Yes, I know what a fucking girlfriend is, Chad.”

“Good,” Chad said with a mocking smirk. “It’s good to know the things that are out of your reach. Now get out of my way.”

He pushed past Derek, still feeling nauseous, a slight headache forming. That strange tingling, that odd energy in his system remained after the green light, but he pushed down the feeling and ignored it.

“Some hit time with Kaley will fix it right up,” he said to himself.

***

Kaley Wakefield moaned as he thrust into her. She was hot as fuck as always, and he was right there with her. His girlfriend had a libido even higher than his, but right now he needed that. After the wave of nausea and weirdness that followed that stupid device of his roommate’s, he needed a good lay with his sexy girlfriend to make things right. And so far, it didn’t disappoint.

“OOhhhhh mhmmmm,” Kaley moaned. “You’re s--so passionate today! Did you put that nerdy little rat in his place or something?”

He thrust again, and relished the way she squeezed him with her thighs as he did so.

“N-not yet!” he panted. “But I will.”

“That’s my alpha. My big man. We’re the top of the pyramid, you and - ahhhhh!!”

She groaned as he sucked on her B-cup tits. They weren’t very large, but they were perfectly shaped. Her olive skin was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, their two bodies like well-oiled Olympians embroiled in a contest of sexual pleasure.

That was, until Chad felt a little odd. He gasped as he continued thrusting, finding himself suddenly taxed. That strange buzzing of energy in his system returned, and the slight nausea and headache with it. He grunted, more heavily than usual.

“Everything - ahh! - alright?” Kaley asked.

“F-fine!” he said, trying to time his thrusts right and focus on the pleasure. But it wasn’t fine: it was getting harder to be lost in the sexual moment. It was like there was an itch inside him he couldn’t quite scratch, a small tensing of tissue and muscle that arced up through his body and made his bowels clench. He grunted again.

“Mhmmmm that’s it! Right there, baby!”

He tried to listen to her sweet words as he fucked her, but his dick was starting to soften. What was happening to him? It didn’t hurt, but it was like his strength and manliness was being sapped away. For the briefest moment his vision went stark red, just like the strange scan of that weird device.

“Aggh!!”

Kaley jolted, bucking her hips. She was clearly assuming it was just him enjoying himself, instead of being overcome with an increasingly intense nausea and headache. He slumped forward, his thrusts becoming smaller, his erection losing its power, and it was followed by a tingling in his forehead, on his chest, upon his skin and ears.

After a moment, Kaley shifted. “Um, is that it? Did you finish?”

Red flushed into his cheeks. “N-no. Sorry. I don’t know what happened. I just sort of . . . lost it.”

She raised a judgemental eyebrow. “Seriously? You lose it? With me? Are you sick or something?”

“No! At least, I don’t think so. It’s just, that Derek kid-”

She pulled herself away from him. “Oh my fucking God, how have you not dealt with that little punk yet. At least try not to think about him while we’re together, alright? Jesus Christ, what a ladyboner killer.”

He was feeling increasingly embarrassed. “Sorry Kaley, I just . . . I guess I've been stressed out lately.”

She felt his forehead. “Yeah, you do feel kinda feverish. I’m letting you off with a warning, Chad Penwick. You may be the most popular guy on campus, but no one just loses an erection while fucking Haley Wakefield, got it?”

Chad nodded, feeling pathetic. “Yeah, I’ll sort it out.”

She rolled her eyes. “Look, just take a couple of days and work shit out, okay? And get some damn throat pills or whatever, you sound like your balls are breaking.”

Chad left her place feeling utterly pathetic. Utterly whipped. He’d hoped to let off some steam by being a real man, just like his father taught him, but for some goddamned reason he’d had his first penis failure in his entire life, making a fool out of him! He was still an alpha jock, but as hot as Kaley was, she could be completely ruthless. If it leaked to the football squad, he’d never live it down.

And his father had always taught him to be a tough man who was always in control.

***

Over the next few days, the strange feelings and occasional visions of red continued. At first, Chad just ignored them. He’d seen a doctor - he wasn’t a moron - and he’d been given the all clear He hated going to seek medical care for fear of looking weak, and finding out that it was likely just ‘stress’ gave him fuck all to work with, as far as he was concerned.

Yet still those strange feelings persisted. He found himself eating less than he normally did, and sweating constantly. He didn’t say a word to Derek, and the nerd kid didn’t say a word back to him. He chose no to beat the shit out of him, though he couldn’t be certain why. Perhaps it was just that he felt sick, and wanted to be in total control if he ever did that. More likely it was that Derek clearly realised something was up, and chose not to engage, which was enough to appease Chad. The two had an uneasy truce since the device incident: the jock didn’t talk about being punched in the face and the nerd didn’t talk about his device being ruined.

And neither talked about the weird rays afterwards. They simply kept out of each other’s way, barely even crossing paths except to sleep, and the only word Chad tended to use in the other man’s presence was “move,” when he wanted to shift past him.

But as the days passed, Chad began to notice odd things about his body that were starting to make him feel less like he was sick and more like he was . . . changing. For one, he was getting weaker. At football practice he was unable to overpower the other quarterbacks, and his throws weren't nearly as far. When he went to the gym, he was forced to rack less weight or else be stuck gritting his teeth and failing to lift his usual load. Even his morning pushups were an embarrassment: an easy fifty had dropped to a struggling forty, and were still dropping.

Oddly though, his agility and reflexes had only increased. He could sense others on the field almost supernaturally, and could dive and duck and weave and run faster and better than he usually did, but it came at the heavy cost of his weight class. And that was the other thing, because for two, his weight was dropping, and oddly fast. It didn’t make sense, but he was shedding pounds like he was competing on The Biggest Loser or something, only it was muscle that was dissipating, not fat. The latter remained, with his skin becoming noticeably softer each day, something that stressed him out while he was showering. It was only a small, gradual change, but one that some of his teammates and friends were starting to notice.

Mark, his friend and fellow footballer with light blonde hair and a jaw you could crack diamonds on, was the first to notice.

“Dude, you seriously look thin. Have you been forgetting your protein shakes or something?”

“No - no, I’m just sick.”

“Yeah, you sound it, Chad. Seriously, you’ve got like a ball squeak in your throat or something.”

“Fuck if I don’t know that,” he moaned. “It won’t go away! I swear it sounds like I’m fucking teenager again.”

Kaley found it comical, and refused to have sex with him until he was all better. She made a habit of teasing him with sexy outfits while she was on campus, baring her gorgeous olive midriff and blowing him kisses, much to the amusement of her cheerleader friends, who she often referred to as ‘the other top bitches.’

That was the third change; the voice. It was infuriating that his normally brass baritone was continually being interrupted by a lighter tone. It made him feel like a total loser, the kind of nerdy dweeb whose voice would crack at some new superhero movie or whatever. The fact that when he was bragging about the game or making fun of the alternative kids on campus he was often interrupted by a rising octave in his own voice made it all the worse.

“Sounds like you’re the girly one today, Chad!” one of Kaley’s friends joked at the cafeteria.

“Yeah, nice ball squeak, dude!”

He went red, further humiliated by this odd sickness, but otherwise could not say much in his defence. Everyone knew he had the ‘manflu’, and if he complained about it too much he would be relentlessly mocked, undermining his alpha male status. His dad had always taught him not to weather jokes about himself, and so when one of the adjacent losers made the mistake of pitching in, he was quick to shove him to the ground.

“What was that? Go on! Say it to my fucking face!”

The other guy panicked. “It was - it was nothing!”

“Yeah, you bet your ass it was nothing. Now fucking scram out of my sight, you little bitch!”

The kid did so, to the applause of his friends, and an amused smile from Kaley. It cut the chatter about his sickness, but he didn’t tell them how much effort it had taken to knock the other guy over, despite how scrawny he’d been.

The nausea continued to come and go, and that strange kind of energy that coursed through him. It had a slight tingly feeling sometimes that was almost pleasurable, though he never shared that with anyone. Derek occasionally shot glances at him, giving concerned looks. It was clear the loser thought his device was responsible, but Chad was no idiot. He knew that it was just some loony thing he’d found in the desert, or probably made himself. Once or twice he asked him if he was okay, but the exchange usually went the same way.

“Chad . . . look, I know we aren’t speaking of whatever, but I have to ask if you’re okay? Ever since the device lit up and-”

“Dude, it’s just the flu or something. I’ve got pills, and I’m taking them. So shut the fuck up.”

And each time Derek would back down, or give a mild apology, or simply walk away, clearly frustrated. Chad would always be tempted to go after him further, just like Kaley had suggested, but something about Derek reminded him of high school, and the incident with the locker. It was a dark flash, one he’d prefer to forget.

Dad had been so proud.

***

It was exactly a week after Derek’s device had gone off that Chad was hit by a particularly powerful wave of nausea in the bathroom. He’d just finished showering, and was already morose at the state of his body: his pec muscles had deflated considerably, and his waist was thinner, with his six pack of abs greatly deteriorated. He even felt shorter, at least by an inch or two, though he couldn’t be quite sure. All he knew was that he should be 6’4 and if he’d somehow shrunk from that he would freak.

“G-goddamn flu,” he muttered, his voice a little shaky, almost bordering on a teenage version of himself. “Can’t wait till its over so I can fuck Kaley again and show her what a real man is like. Can’t believe she was flirting with Brad like that right in front of me just to make me jealous. If she tells anyone I got soft while we were fu - UGGHH!!”

He doubled over suddenly as a powerful surge of energy flooded through him. It was exactly like when the device had scanned him, and it was followed by a prolonged change to his vision, which swiftly rendered everything in a great sweep of alarm-red tones. His body tensed, his muscles flexing painfully on their own, and he had to grab the bathroom sink just to steady himself as his legs went a little weak. In his vision, strange symbols appears in the upper right hand corner of his field of view, rotating and intersecting as if reading out some alien message.

‘#$^&*%^ @#$^%#$^ @%$#$#$%^ $^’

He yelled in shock, spinning around to see what had screamed the unintelligible, incoherent sounds, but the door was closed and when he slid it open slightly, there was only Derek at his computer, looking around in alarm.

“Chad? Chad? Are you okay?”

“F-fine! I thought I heard something. Mind your own fucking business!”

But Chad was internally panicking, freaking out as he tried to figure out what was going on. His vision altered again, shifting from the alarm-red to that same alien green the device had scanned him with, and the device altered its speech somewhat, even as it continued to screech in his ear. Or in his mind.

‘$^^^#$#$%@##$%$^$^&$#@$’

The green faded, leaving his normal vision, and for a moment he hoped that it was over, and he could confront Derek and figure out what was going on. But then the nausea and the headaches returned in full force, and his body stretched and altered as he gasped and groaned. His muscles thinned, particularly on his torso and around his shoulders. His spine compressed, causing him to grunt in agony as his height very clearly descended. To his astonishment, he felt his body begin to shed hair, his manly chest becoming soft as his body hair simply pushed out of his skin and fell to the ground.

“OHhhhh - w-what the f-fuck is happening to m-me!?”

He writhed, his penis feeling strangely compressed, his rear feeling quite the reverse. His nipples burned, and to his astonishment they actually began to visibly throb, expanding outwards as they distended. He cried out as his waist pulled in further, and his pelvis expanded just slightly.

“Chad! What the hell is happening there? Do I need to call somebody?”

“N-no! Don’t you f-fucking dare! It’s just - it’s just - aaagrgghhh!!”

He fell against the bathroom counter as more changes occurred. He felt two pressures in his forehead - no, three! His hair also felt odd, pushing out just like his body hair only at least not falling from his body. But it gained easily an inch in length, and something about its colour was a little off. Like it was a little lighter, only just so. He couldn’t think on that though, as he was instead distracted by further loss of muscle, further loss of height, further awful compressions and expansions and twisting tissue and growing fat and shrinking bone, all of which was exacerbated by the coursing flood of strange energy through his body. It made him feel utterly overcome, and to his horror, even a little bit pleased. It was a strangely blissful sensation, running alongside the pain and pressure. Even with the numb feeling upon it, his penis hardened.

“N-no! It’s meant to be bigger than that!” he exclaimed. “It’s meant to be - nnnghgGHGGHG AARGGGGHHH!!!”

The energy reached its peak, covering all of his skin. Before he could even see what change that caused he collapsed to the tile floor, the last of the pulses of unfamiliar power overcoming him. He lay there, heavily breathing, shocked at the sound of his voice in those final moments. Even as his breath came quickly at that moment, it sounded much higher than it should have been. Like he was putting on that ‘gay guy voice’, that falsetto. Or as if he were a manly woman or something.

His heart beat rapidly, and his entire body felt sore and quite exhausted. He took a few moments to try to calm himself, and utterly failed to. The red light, the green light, that strange voice - none of it made sense! So instead he stood on shaking, distinctly weaker legs, and gazed at himself in the mirror.

And screamed.

The door slammed open and suddenly Derek was staring at the naked and altered form of Chad Penwick. The jock spun around, feeling a strange slight jiggle on his chest.

“What the fuck did that thing do to me!?” he cried in an androgynous voice.

Derek’s jaw fell, and he took a step backwards. Chad knew what he was seeing: he turned around to the mirror again just to take it in. Instead of a 6’4 muscular jock, now there was a 6’0 man with no body hair and androgynous features, a lithe figure with an almost womanly waist and slight hips, and a penis that was most certainly not as big as it should have been. His ass was further rounded, and on his scalp were two strange bumps that were evenly spaced apart, and a larger one in the centre of his forehead. His nipples were too big, and his legs looked far too soft. But that wasn’t the worst part.

No, the worst part was that his skin was faintly green.

“What the fuck did it do to me?” he said again, eyes wide, his fingers shaking.

“I don’t know for sure,” Derek said, “but - but I think it might have infected you.”

Chad fainted.

To Be Continued . . .