Brood Planet, Part 2 (Multi Broodmother TFTG) (Patreon)

A Story Prompt Tier for Spacebanana

Humanity is under threat of alien invasion, not that they know it yet. But this alien invasion is not interested in exterminating humanity, but simply turning its dominant species into enormous alien broodmothers to further their galaxial conquests. Unfortunately for 21-year old Allen and his family, that means big changes are ahead, and ones they might never be able to fully adjust to.

First Part 

Brood Planet, Part 2

It took over two hours for them to finally calm and sit down as a family. Sarah was crying great heaving tears as she clutched her bloated, pregnant-looking body. Heather was seemingly catatonic, in shock that she was somehow pregnant again, her breasts larger than they should be - it was a detail Ethan noticed and didn’t want to think any more about at all.

His dad Ethan was trying to keep a calm mind, but as usual was looking after Sarah to the neglect of Allen.

Even as they panicked, they were all hit with strange surges of hunger, and had to sate themselves on cereal and buttered bread and snacks and anything left in the kitchen really. Obviously they attributed this to their strange new additions - the mass had to come from somewhere, but Allen was overwhelmed by how hungry he was: he actually took a huge bite out of just a stick of butter, and swallowed it greedily. It was like they were all possessed, and even Sarah who only ate vegetarian was suddenly in tears as she forced sticks of refrigerated sausages down her throat.

“I d-don’t want to, but I’m sooooo hungry! I can’t fucking stand it!”

“Language, Sarah!” Heather said, but any attempt to maintain family decorum was crushed by her father, who launched into a swearing tirade.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I need some damned fucking food already!”

Heather looked at him with anger, as she often did now that their marriage was on the rocks, and just as he often overlooked her opinions, he did so then, grabbing piles of biscuits out of the cupboard to consume.

“N-need more!” Allen whined, but he was left to fend for himself. He was astonished that his sister was eating so much, it wasn’t normal. But then none of this was normal, and he simply had to get this out of the way. And so he gorged greedily on the chocolates and muffins in the dessert cupboard space, and even swallowed down half a carton of juice before his thirst and hunger was slaked.

In the aftermath, they all sat, breathing heavily, feeling even more stuffed to burst than they had upon waking.

“What. Was. That!?” Sarah said dramatically.

“I don’t know dear,” their Dad replied, “but it wasn’t natural. We need - hic! - we need to f-figure this out. Heather, you s-stay here while I go s-see the neighbours.”

He moved out too quickly to hear Heather’s muttered response: “Sure, you leave while I mind the kids, as always.”

Her antennae twitched angrily. Sarah and Allen exchanged a quick knowing glance, as if to say, ‘look, even when the whole family somehow wakes up super pregnant and with gross antennae, Mum and Dad are still fighting. But the two couldn’t look at each other long. Heather took Sarah away to the bathroom - while she generally saw over Allen foremost, clearly she was more experienced in matters of pregnancy when it came to women, instead of men. It meant the twenty one year old instead had to deal with his situation personally.

First, he inspected himself naked before the mirror. His belly had not shrunk, but thankfully during the two hours of freaking out it did not seem to grow anymore. It was quite pressurised, and when he felt it, the skin dipped in a little as if it was full of amniotic fluid just like a real woman’s pregnancy. Brushing his hand over his nipples made him wince: they were shockingly sensitive, and seemed to distend and throb randomly. It was clearly the case for the others too: he’d been treated to the deeply uncomfortable sight of his sister squeezing her nipples without thinking, and his Mom too.

“I actually look pregnant,” he marvelled, heart still beating rapidly. “I actually feel pregnant.”

But nothing seemed to move within his belly, even if there was a heaviness there that suggested an unnatural contents. He wasn’t sure how, but he could somehow tell a new organ had grown into place to hold whatever it was. A womb. A uterus. A female organ made to gestate. It made him shiver in fear, almost as much as the sudden development of small breasts with their wider, slightly-red nipples. All of it was creepy enough, but the antennae twitching on his head made him think of the worst.

Aliens.

It was the only explanation, and it became more apparent when he heard yelling outside the house. He tried to race down the stairs but ended up sort of wobbling and waddling instead, feeling a weird jiggle on his chest. His sister was coming down too, and it annoyed him that apart from her little red antenna (already mostly hidden beneath her blonde hair), she at least looked normal. Well, as normal as a pregnant twenty year old, at least. One who was currently crying because she couldn’t fit into her short shorts and crop top anymore.

“Get out of the way Allen!” she snapped, pushing past him. “What the fuck did you do, seeing that weird UFO?”

“I didn’t do anything, so stop being a bitch! In case you can’t hear, it sounds like the whole neighbourhood is infected!”

She sobbed as she reached the ground floor and pushed out the front door. “I’m not meant to be knocked up! What the fuck is happening? What am I going to do on my socials?”

Socials were the least of her problems. They reached the front yard, where their Dad and Mom were chatting with a terrified Mr and Mrs Henderson. Allen didn’t even know their first names. As far as he was concerned, they were two oldies who were in their last fifties, if not early sixties. They were nice enough, though they didn’t have anything in common with him, preferring to tend to their vegetable patches rather than using technology.

But now, the two of them had the same set of reddened antennae, twitching away just like Allen’s. And both of them were rounded as if pregnant at the sixth month mark. Mrs Henderson’s top was bulging more than usual, her boobs having grown. Mr Henderson had a curve in his shirt that suggested breasts, and the outline of feminine nipples. Both looked utterly exasperated.

“It’s the whole dang neighbourhood!” Mr Henderson said. “The Jolkins, the Hennas, the Sebastians, all of them!”

“Even the kids?” Ethan asked, eyes wide.

“Not the kids, no,” Mrs Henderson said. “They seem unaffected. Near as we can tell, everyone that’s twenty years or older - little Jess Mayes didn’t change, and she’s just shy of twenty by a week apparently.”

“Maybe she’ll change then,” Heather said, slowly snapping out of her haze. The rest looked at her, and she looked to Allen and Ethan. “The UFOs. The ones that my son and thousands others spotted. It has to be them, right?”

“Aliens? Are you serious?”

“How else do you explain that everyone in the neighbourhood looks suddenly pregnant, Mr Henderson!?”

Allen’s eyes widened. “The neighbourhood. I don’t think it’s restricted to that.”

“What the hell are you talking about bro?”

He snatched the phone out of Sarah’s hand, and tried fiddling with it. She quickly snatched it back. “What the hell, Allen? I don’t care what freaky science experiment has happened, don’t take my fucking phone!”

He snarled, trying to ignore a growing pressure in his belly. “Then you check it! You’ve got followers around the world, right? And you follow those stupid vacuous bimbo girls from around the globe too.”

“Influencers, you moron. Not bimbos. And they’re spectacular - I’m going to be one, once the government sorts out what the fuck they or whoever has put in our bellies!”

“I don’t care, just check the accounts of anyone across the world right now.”

She rolled her eyes, but did as he asked. And then went silent. The rest of the family did too, even as crying and moaning and loud arguments and debates carried across the local suburb. Sarah started to breathe more rapidly, her heavier chest rising and falling. Tears ran down her eyes.

“Sarah, honey, what is it?” asked her father Ethan.

She turned the phone and passed it to him.

“My God. Holy fuck.”

Heather took it, and her jaw dropped too. She scrolled down the page. “Oh God. No, that’s impossible.”

She passed it to Allen. He already knew what he was going to see, but he forced himself to look anyway. He had to.

“Fuck,” was all he could say.

It wasn’t just their neighbourhood. It wasn’t just their city. It wasn’t even just their damned country. Their northern neighbours in Canada were bloated, their southern Mexican friends were rounded. Australians, Chinese, and Russians were waking up pregnant, or being alerted in the midst of night in a frenzy. Different time zones, but all being affected. Sarah’s social media alerts were lighting up like a damn Christmas tree: one of the male models she followed was posting up stories, poking and prodding at his belly and trying to discern whether he really had breasts (he did). Another woman was horrified: she was a celebrity who was already pregnant, but now doubly so, and her breasts further enlarged. A model that he knew Sarah looked up to on Instagram was posting numerous videos of her sobbing and crying, trying to figure out how to ‘unruin her figure.’ He passed back her phone, but not before seeing some news alerts about the President making a statement to the public, despite looking like he was just as far along, his suit carefully tailored to avoid giving the suggestion of developing breasts.

“The whole world, the whole world has fucking changed.”

Heather gasped. “The UFOs, the ones you saw Allen.”

“It has to be. This is some kind of alien experiment or something. I don’t know what else can explain it.”

Sarah wiped further tears, and Allen just sighed. He didn’t have time to babysit his slightly younger sister. In fact, despite the horror of the situation, he took some amusement in the fact that her model-perfect body was ruined by the situation, her red antennae twitching erratically.

“What happens next?” said Ethan. “Is it going to end?”

The Hendersons and the rest of the family looked to Allen. They all knew that he was a bit of a nerd, someone who talked about the possibility of alien life from time to time, and had all sorts of science fiction books in his room. But that didn’t translate to any actual expertise.

“I don’t know. If it’s affected everyone, maybe they just want to observe our reactions for a few days, so maybe we try to stay calm, avoid doing anything rash, and try to - NNGHHH!!!”

A sudden pressure in his gut overwhelmed him, and he clutched to his sister as he fell, pulling her down accidentally with him.

“What the fuck are you doing you stupid - OHHHH!! MMHMPHH!!”

She began to write on the ground as well, holding her pregnant dome and gritting her teeth. Heather went to try to help them, Ethan as well, but then the same must have happened to them, because suddenly they were writhing on the ground as well, alongside the Hendersons. Numerous other individuals all along the neighbourhood road and footpath were doing the same. Everyone was, as if they were all being affected by the dreadful pressure inside them all at once.

Allen groaned, trying to say something, anything! But it was impossible. The powerful pressure was radiating from his belly, but extending elsewhere as well. He attempted to stand, failed to do anything but kneel on the grass of his front lawn, and look over at his younger sister as she gave him a pleading look. He’d never liked her, always seen her as a brat. But at that very moment her pained looked pained him. She was still family, and her expression was one of torment.

The pressure continued to rise, becoming so bad that for a moment Allen thought he would burst. And then the floodgates broke upon, and further change came over his body seemingly all at once. Over everyone’s bodies.

“N-N-N-NGNHHH!!! NNOOO!! AAAHHHH!!!”

His belly expanded, growing outwards into even more of a dome, inch by terrible inch until it reached the seventh month of pregnancy, the eighth month, and finally the ninth month. It was immense and heavy, and as he wailed and gnashed his teeth, forced to bare it, he could have sworn he could feel something being deposited into his new womb. More contents to add to what was already there.

“OHHhhhh GOD! G-GOD! F-fffffuck!”

His aching nipples stretched forth, and he whimpered as they felt like they were trying to rip free of his body. They swelled, dilating and contracting, remaining larger and larger each time, until they felt like they were half an inch long, if not larger. Tissue poured into his chest, resulting in the already fatty lumps to become full blown breasts. What could be easily disguised before could be disguised no longer as they swelled up to the size of B-cups, the same size as his sister. Well, the same size until now: she looked like she was sporting full Double-D’s now, the size of all those instagram influencers she so rabidly followed.

“N-no! Not like this! I d-didn’t want it like this!” she cried, clutching her boobs and then wincing at their sensitivity.

Allen also recognised that sensitivity, because he’d done the same damn thing in touching them. He could only hope they would become less pressurised, but that was a small concern for now, because at that very moment he was far more worried about the pressure just above his ass. Something was growing there, the flesh piling up and pushing out, his spine extending vertebrae by vertebrae. He cried out, they all did in fact, and he shook his ass in the air like one of Sarah’s ridiculous TikTok dances.

“Make it s-stop! Make it s-stop!”

Heather cried out as well. “Honey! Your ass!”

“I know, Heather, fucking hell I knowwwww! EErruugghhh!!”

Allen’s pants could take it no more: they ripped open at the backside, and there was immediate relief as the material finally gave way. But that relief was short lived, because as soon as it happened, Allen experienced the alien sensation of a new sort of limb or body part forming. It filled like a balloon, only with liquid instead of air. He grunted and salivated as it expanded outwards, becoming fat and heavy and rounded, drooping down and possessing a weight that completely altered his centre of balance.

“Oh God! The food! All that f-food we ate. It’s f-fuelling the ch-changes!”

Sarah’s look was one of agony, and again he sympathised with her this time. After all, even if she was vegan or vegetarian or whatever just for the likes, didn’t mean she deserves knowing she had ingested meat all to end up becoming more of a freak. But a freak she was becoming, as was Allen. As were all of them.

Even as the thing descending from Allen’s pelvis swelled larger and larger, he saw the same occurring to each of his family members, as well as to his various neighbours.

“Insect abdomens. What the fuck? We’re growing big insectoooOOHHH!!”

He doubled over again, and clenched his eyes shut as another wave of changes came over him. He tried to concentrate, ride out the pain and strange, unwanted release that came with the growth, but he was unable to rid himself of that image in his mind. The one that had big, red and pink insect abdomens growing out of his parents’ backsides. The kind that had ribbed flesh, a soft carapace that swelled like an organ, utterly full of something he didn’t want to imagine.

There were other changes too, though the abdomen was the worst of them. Allen’s antennae extended by what felt like several inches, and he felt a strange welt develop beneath each eye, about two centimetres below them. His legs stiffened, and he couldn’t help but scratch at the skin on the outside which seemed to harden slightly. His facial bones twisted, and as he screamed and cried out, his voice broke a little, becoming higher. The same was true of his Dad actually, as well as Mr Henderson, who he noticed was looking a little bit . . . softer than before.

Finally, the sensations of horrible change relented, and the various neighbours and family members were left panting, overcome with their enormous pregnant bellies and large abdominal growths. They looked to be the size of basketballs, if not slightly bigger, and there was a definite weight to them. Allen nearly retched as he turned his head to look at his own: it was large and bulbous and horrifically organic, its rippled flesh undulating slightly as if it had a slow heartbeat.

Sarah screamed, as did Ethan. Allen and Heather were made of tougher stuff. Mrs Henderson fainted, and Mr Henderson waddled to her side.

“This can’t be happening! Why is this happening!?”

That was Sarah, whose Instagram body was now entirely ruined. Not only did she look ready to pop with pregnancy, but her boobs had literally popped open her shirt as well, having swollen to E-cups. Alongside her antennae and abdomen, she looked like a bloated bug queen of sorts. But then they all did.

“Oh. Oh fuck,” Allen said.

But before he could follow that thought to its logical and deeply terrible conclusion, there was a sharp ringing in his ear. In everyone’s ears. It was alien, like being scratched on the inner ear drum, and it warbled for a moment as something eldritch sounded. And then the sounds reformed, taking on a soft feminine voice.

‘Greetings Earthlings. As you may have noticed, your world has been chosen for alteration for the purposes of the Zaar Galaxial Hive. As your backward world is far at the edge of civilised space, you have been fit to be turned into productive broodmothers for our race. Do not worry, your transformations from her on out will be much slower, giving you time to adjust to your new roles. Zaar Administrators will arrive soon to iron out the details with your world leaders, but in the meantime make sure to eat plenty, care for your unaffected children, and try to maintain a pleasant life. Best of luck growing your eggs, and all the best with the impregnation process to come!

One warning: make sure to obey all future instructions, and avoid conflict with your new Zaar overlords. Ours is a much more technologically advanced race than yours, and we would hate to have to destroy good broodmother material. If anyone experiences strange mutations, make sure to contact your local Zaar representative - more information on this later. It will be a strange and confronting time for you as the planet is converted, but know that you will be part of a new interstellar empire, doing your part to birth its children. And some of you, a select few, naturally, may be lucky enough to become the rich concubines of elite administrators.

For now, please stay in your homes unless strictly necessary, and try not to panic. Best of luck breeding!

The message ended, and this time there were no screams. Simply looks of disbelief. Allen rubbed his distended stomach slowly, as did a few of them. He and his sister exchanged another glance.

“We’re f-full of eggs!?” she said, stunned.

Allen could only nod. He could almost feel them inside him. He was full of alien eggs, as was nearly everyone on the entire planet.

And this revelation was, apparently, just the beginning of more changes to come.

To Be Continued . . .