Ovum
I started writing this about the same time as Abattoir and I was in a cuntboi mood at the time. With this story, however, I decided to go with aliens that need humans for breeding rather then meat. So an oridinary male gets abducted by a species of anthro crows who modify him for their needs. Enjoy.
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Ovum
I dwelt in a restful slumber after a productive day, thinking that in the morning I would return to continue my ordinary life. Little did I know, reality had different plans in mind.
Rather than awakening on my soft bed, my first sensation was that of a hard surface beneath me. I tried to move my arms in order to clear the remnants of sleep from my eyes, but strangely I felt them restrained. As if this was not reason enough to panic, I also realized that I was slowly moving. With considerable apprehension, I opened my tired eyes to get a better look at my unknown location.
As I looked around, the reason for my immobility became patently obvious. My still waking body was secured in a rectangular frame that was about four feet wide by seven feet long. At each of the corners were featureless blocks that restrained my extremities and forced my limbs into a spread eagle position. I tried to cry out for help but only muffled screams entered the room where I was held. To my surprise, my mouth was filled with a ball gag that only allowed for breathing.
Looking around the hallway that surrounded me, I realized that the frame I was laying in was resting horizontally on a conveyor belt that moving at a walking pace. As I looked down, the first thing i noticed was that in addition to removing my clothes, who ever had taken me had also denuded my of all body hair below my neck. At me feet, i noticed another frame with a similarly bound human, who was no doubt as confused as I was. Along the left side of the belt, there was a cat walk where I just happened to notice a shadowy individual walk by. Due to the low light levels, I could not ascertain anything meaningful about the figure.
Further down the line, I saw a black curtain that had a bright light behind it. In addition, every two seconds the curtain parted as one of the frames and its occupant passed through it. I watched with considerable apprehension as the black veil drew closer and closer. Eventually it was my turn and I passed through the curtain from darkness to light.
Once my eyes had adapted to the bright lights, I was presented with a fantastic sight. The room around me was mostly white and looked like a cross between a medical ward and an assembly line. Needless to say, the latter thought did nothing to dispel my unease. The next several minutes were spent going through a maze of conveyor belts that resembled a rail yard. After being put into a smaller group of humans who had been sorted by some unknown quality, we were transferred to a line that was moving at half the speed of the line I had awoken on.
After passing through another curtain, the lot of us entered a room that was much smaller then the sorting room we had just left. Shortly after entering, I noticed several figures along the belt who were dressed in white cleanroom suits that covered all but their eyes. Even though I could not see their bodies, I knew instantly that they were not human. Beneath their head coverings, there was a prominent structure that looked like a beak. Other than that, they had close to the same height and shape as a human.
Once the belt brought me within range, the beings accosted me in a most unusual manner. The first few beings ran small hand held devices with flashing lights over my body as I passed them. Strangely enough, I felt nothing but confusion as the cloaked beings went about their work. The next few used stethoscope like devices on my chest. In well practiced motions, they listened to my vitals with rapt attention. The next few seemed to be semi-perverted, as they focused their attention on my genitals. Despite my best efforts, I could not help getting hard as the hands clad in rubber gloves fondled my cock and balls. The last thing they did was inject me with something that left my body slightly numb.
As we neared the end of the room, the belt stopped and a door that the belt pointed towards. To my surprise, a single frame passed through the doorway and the rest of us moved forward a small amount. Once we stopped, the door closed and an awkward wait began. Nearly a minute later, the door opened and another of my fellow captives entered. This continued for several minutes. The door would open, a frame and its occupant would enter, the door closed and the cycle repeated till I was next in line. Finally it was my time. The door opened and I was taken against my will into the unknown.
The closed off room was much smaller than the one I had left with each wall only nine feet in length. As the frame I was restrained to stopped in the center of the room, I noticed one of the bird like creatures to my right. I tried to draw his attention in hopes of reasoning with him, but he simply looked on in an impersonal manner.
I watched with apprehension as a door in the ceiling opened and a flexible arm extended from it. At the end of the arm was a structure that looked like the hard cup of a jockstrap. As the cup seated itself over my genitals, the cloaked entity made sure that everything was contained. To my surprise, I felt my package being gently pulled away from my body. As this happened, the cup started to emit a whirring sound and sent considerable waves of pleasure through me. In addition, I thought I felt some slim worm like structure traveling from my genitals to my belly.
After a few seconds, the sounds stopped and the cup pulled away. As I looked down, I was horrified to notice that my crotch was now as smooth as the rest of my body. While screaming into the gag, I felt the cloaked avian to my right inject me with a sedative. The drug quickly took effect and returned me to the slumber I had just left.
Though I was asleep once again, my dreams were by no means pleasant. All centered on a simple yet powerful subject. Regardless of plot or setting, all had my emasculated crotch being exposed for all to see. This continued for an unknowable amount of time till I awoke in a cold sweat, having made a hasty exit for the nightmares that plagued me. The bed I was on was twin sized and occupied a six by ten foot room.
For a short time I basked in the comforting notion that the nullification I had experienced was nothing but a bad dream. This rationalization came crashing down when I looked down at my crotch. Not only had me captors removed any trace that I ever been male, but they also saw fit to give me a feminine slit. At that point I lost control of my emotions and spent the next several minutes curled up in a ball, mourning the fact that I would never sire a child of my own.
Eventually I got control of myself again and curiosity replaced sorrow. As I laid on my back in as comfortable a fashion as possible, I tentatively reached down to explore my new orifice. As I cautiously rubbed my pubic region, I could not help but gasp at the wonderful sensations that started to wash over me. Getting more adventurous, I parted my newly formed labia and started to explore my mysterious neither regions. As my fingers softly caressed my vaginal opening, I was briefly overwhelmed by the new pleasure that flowed through me.
After regaining my senses, I moved my hands up along my slit till I found my new clit. A simple exploratory rub left me sprawled on my beck, moaning with pleasure. Taking a more cautious approach, I gave my sex a lighter touch. Quickly adapting to the pleasure that seized me, I gradually increased the intensity of my efforts. As the pleasure increased, I reached down with my other hand and made a startling discovery. My previously dry opening was now slick with a clear liquid.
Eager to explore further, I employed a technique that I had often used when my girlfriend asked me to finger her. I gently rubbed my middle and ring fingers around my wet opening, until it stretched enough for me to hilt them. The pleasure brought about by this action was simply divine. With my fingers now seated, I started to vibrate them up and down repeatedly. Unable to hold back, I let loose cries of unbridled pleasure, not caring if anyone saw my actions.
After a few minutes of playing with myself, I felt my tunnel of love constricting around the invading digits. With my rational mind briefly being cut out of the loop, I watched in surprise as a clear liquid shot out from between my legs. Equally surprising was the fact that I was still horny. Continuing my ministrations, I came again just over half a minute later. Still not satisfied, I fingered my self for a little while longer until the third orgasm left me feeling sated.
Getting up off of the bed on which I had pleasured myself, I quickly noticed the byproducts of my efforts. Feeling too tired to clean up the mess on the bed, I went over to the sink to wash my slick hands. As I finished, a voice behind me stated, "I see you have already discovered how to pleasure yourself." Turning around to face the voice, I was surprised to find a being that had a human shaped body that was covered with short black feathers and had the head of a crow. In place of the full coveralls that I had seen on the avians while strapped to the conveyor belt, this one wore a simple pair of dark green scrubs.
As I stared at the avian who was separated from me only by a clear door, I did not know what to make of both him and my situation. Sensing my confusion, the avian stated, "Since your new here, I might as well start with introductions. My name is Jahre and if you are wondering, I am male of my species. Members of your kind have difficulty telling our genders apart since my species has very little gender dimorphism. The only real distinguishing feature between genders are subtile markings that are only visible in ultraviolet light."
With pleasantries out of the way, I asked why I had been abducted and modified against my will. As I barely contained the rage within me, Jahre went into a detailed explanation.
"There is a long and tragic story behind what had been done to you. About 75 of your years ago, a terrible disease struck my kind. It caused our eggs to become so soft and brittle that the mere act of laying them killed the life within. Almost overnight, our species was threatened with extinction. For twenty years, we had not a single hatchling. As you can imagine, these events brought our society to the brink of collapse. At first we tried to find a cure, but the virus that caused this condition constantly stayed two steps ahead of us."
At this point, I could not help interrupting the avian by asking what this long narrative had to do with my situation. To this Jahre stated, "I was just getting to that matter. After our attempts to find a cure failed, we tried modifying several of our males in the same manner as your have been. However, the eggs still were too soft to be laid. When we did a post-mortem, we were horrified to discover that the virus had become so imbedded in our species that any breeding attempts with in our kind would be fruitless."
"Just when all hope seemed lost, we discovered your species. Some of our scientists had theorized that if we used other species to breed, the results would be viable. However, the first results with using a small number of females for your species were the same as with us. To our consternation, we discovered that another factor in the viruses transmission was the absence of y chromosomes." "In a final desperate bid for survival, we modified a single human male and had him act as a surrogate womb for a couple that was willing to take great risks for a child. The daring gamble worked and for the first time in twenty years, a viable egg was laid. After three months of careful incubation, the egg hatched. As you can probably imagine, this was a very joyous occasion for my kind."
"While our situation is a lot better than it was, since we can only take a small number of your males, our population is no were as large as it was prior to the emergence of that hated disease." As I thought over the situation which my captors had found them selves in, I felt a certain understanding of why they had acted the way they did. If my kind had been faced with a similar situation, I'm sure we would have acted in a similar manner. In addition, I was begrudgingly thankful to the avians for giving me such a satisfying way to pleasure myself. With more certainty in my voice, I asked Jahre what would happen now.
With some relief at my acceptance of the situation, Jahre stated, "Before you can act as a surrogate womb, we need to make sure your modification was a success. As such, your will be off limits to couples who want a child for the next two weeks. Once you are fully recovered, you will be on the market. When a couple asks for your services, the male will mate with you and fill your new womb with his seed. Then the female will deposit one to three small proto-eggs into you to be fertilized. After this, you will be placed in the maternity ward for the month and two weeks that it takes for the eggs to be ready to be laid. Once the eggs are laid, you will be given two weeks to recover till you are ready to bring more life into our society."
As he finished this explanation, Jahre pulled our a black garment that appeared to be made of spandex from a cart to his left. Opening the door and handing the article of clothing to me, Jahre said in a bemused tone, "you might want to put that on, lest you become very popular with all the male staff here." Unfurling the garment, I was surprised to find that it was a one piece bikini. Not wanting to go nude, I slipped into the bikini and found considerable enjoyment in the way it cradled my feminine slit.
Continuing his earlier explanation, Jahre described how the colors worn by humans displayed their status. "Black, like the color you are wearing now signifies that you are new or recovering from carrying eggs. White shows that you are quick with eggs, though the bulge in you belly also gives that away. Pink signifies that you are available. Now follow me and I'll show you to your living quarters." I followed the avian out of the room and through a series of hallways to a transport that resampled a mid-sized luxury car with the exception of its lack of wheels. With myself in the passenger seat, and Jahre in the drivers seat, the car flew off into a vast cityscape.
The next few minutes were spent flying past buildings, some that were more than a mile in height. Eventually we left the downtown area and arrived at a building that looked like a high quality resort. Seeing my amazement, the avian stated, "You kind has given our society a new lease on life. The least we can do to repay you is give comfortable living quarters." As the car landed in a parking lot, I noticed a sign that announced the place. I could not help chuckling at the fact that such a grandiose structure had the modest name that Jahre told me; the 'Taushe fertility clinic.'
As we walked into a large multi-floor atrium, my appearance garnered brief attention from both avian and human alike. Once finished gawking, the occupants returned to what ever had previously held their attention. Stopping at what looked like a reception desk, the avian I had awoken to engaged in a brief conversation in the local language.
Shortly after that, Jahre left and I was handed of to one of the clinics staff. From the front desk, I was led to a door on the seventh floor with the number 706 in gold. After knocking on the door, a human male appeared who was about my age. However, he wore a bright pink one piece instead of the black that covered my groin. After going through the standard greetings, the human who I learned was named Marcus Rota showed me around the our shared quarters.
Just behind the door was a living room with a large flat screen tv and a comfortable leather sofa. Below the tv were a variety of gaming consoles with almost as many titles as there are books in the library of congress. Further back, there was a kitchenette that was well stocked with food. Marcus stated that for our services, we were given a small sum of money to spend in an on premise store or on items to be delivered to us.
The bathroom had a jacuzzi sized tub that could easily hold two. Marcus idly remarked that he could not wait to bathe with me. I could not help blushing slightly at this. Moving on to the bedroom, I noticed that in addition to another tv, there was also a single king sized bed. When I asked Marcus why there was only one bed, he stated, "The general practice is to have roommates bed down together. Don't worry, most who are brought here find it quite enjoyable to cuddle with a fellow cuntboy."
I gave these accommodations some thought and came to a startling conclusion. While I had been decidedly straight during my times on earth, now that I was partially female from the waist down, the thought of getting romantic with Marcus excited me. I was jarred from this though by the sight of my roommate slipping off his bikini. Despite having been emasculated for some time, Marcus had somehow retained a masculine physique.
As the nude cuntboy sensually slipped off my one piece, he stated in a sultry tone, "There is an unwritten tradition for welcoming a new arrival to Taushe. If you would be so kind as to strip and lay face up on the bed I will demonstrate." Doing what he asked of me, I watched in amazement as Marcus went down on me. With his tongue so expertly pleasuring me, I could do nothing but lay back as euphoria surged through my body. ? While attending to my opening, Marcus used his hands to sexually tease my nipples. A minute or two of this was all it took to drive me over the edge. With primal moans of ecstasy, I climaxed onto the face of my roommate. After coming down from an indescribable orgasm, I sheepishly apologized for making such a mess. Marcus simply replied, "Don't worry about it. Besides, eventually you'll be on the receiving end soon enough."
Once the two of us had settled down, we entered the bathroom and filled the tub with warm water. As we took turns cleaning each other, I enjoyed the feeling of the water permeating my clit. When we were both well cleaned, Marcus took the time to explain matters of health and hygiene concerning my new organs. To my surprise, the toilet in our bathroom also functioned as a bidet. Trying it out, I throughly enjoyed the sensation of warm water spraying into my vulva. I was also relieved to find out that I would not have to deal with the unpleasantries of menstruation. Since our benefactors did not need us to be able to breed on our own, we had been given only a vagina and womb. That being said, some former males liked trying on tampons and maxi pads; just for fun of course.
When I asked how my roommate kept up his masculine physique, he opened the medicine cabinet and handed me what looked like a nicotine patch. To my befuddlement, Marcus answered, "in addition to visiting the fitness center here, we also make use of testosterone patches like the one you now hold in you hand. Just put one of them on once every seven days for six hours and you will not suffer the negative side effects of castration. It also has the useful side effect of making you slightly horny, something that is very helpful for your task as a surrogate womb." After applying the patch, the two of us got dressed and Marcus offered to show me around my new home.
The rest of the facility was equally as impressive as our room. The building had 12 floors, with most of the upper floors containing many rooms to house males that had been modified as Marcus and I had been. The third floor was a dedicated maternity ward where those who were gravid with eggs resided. A quick tour of the ward showed it to be capable of temporarily housing up to a third of the human population. There were also ample ways to pass time during the month that the eggs were being incubated.
The first and second floors were dedicated primarily to entertaining the human residents and the visiting couples who desired children. On the first floor there was a restaurant and bar where the two groups could meet and greet. Since the males who used our services had to be aroused to ensure a successful insemination, many of them liked to talk dirty to potential surrogates and would choose who would bear their children based on qualities that suited their individual tastes.
The second floor was primarily used only by the human residents, On one end, there was a video arcade that was stocked with games that one would expect in a well run establishment. As if this was not reason enough to visit, all of the games, with the exception of the ones that gave tickets for tacky prizes, were free. On the other end of the floor, there was a library for use by residents and staff. However, it was unlike any library I had visited on earth. Instead of checking out physical books, one was given a device about the size of a thin tablet pc which was loaded with the titles that one had requested. The list of titles ranged from classics of earth, to works from our new home, translated into a vast array of languages.
The area behind the clinic was a vast open air park that was stocked with plants that had been transplanted from earth. Interestingly enough, the trees I was familiar with had adapted quite well to the alien environment. Besides walking and biking paths that cut scenic passages through the resorts well manicured park, there was an olympic sized swimming pool with several lanes for swimming laps and high diving boards. I learned from Marcus that the pool was a common social gathering point for all who used the facility. In addition, there were several staff members who were trained as life guards. These avians kept an unwavering vigil over the pool, ready to sprint into action to save anyone who was in danger.
The following two weeks passed quickly, as I got to know my new home and all who occupied it. After a filling breakfast, Marcus and I would go about our daily activities. Wether swimming in the pool, walking in the park, or passing our time with electronic diversions, I came to greatly enjoy the company of my roommate. I also quickly found myself on good terms with rest of the residents and staff at Taushe. With plenty of recreational activities, and an abundance of food, Interpersonal conflicts were all but non existent. On the rare occasion when bad blood formed between anyone, staff members trained in conflict resolution quickly intervened to bring about an amicable conclusion.
On my forth day at the clinic, Marcus received a message requesting his presence in the restaurant. The request came from a couple for whom Marcus had bore children for several years back. Seeing an opportunity to learn more about the society that had modified us. The two of us went down to the restaurant and waited for our company.
Right on schedule, the family arrived. Despite having been here for several days, I still could not distinguish between the sexes of our benefactors. I also could not pin down exact ages for them. The parents looked to be by human standards, to be any where from their late thirties to early fifties. They were accompanied by two children. The older of the two appeared to be late teens to early twenties, while the younger looked between nine and twelve. Of course this was by human standards.
Upon seeing us, the youngest of the two children ran full tilt towards Marcus and leapt at him with arms stretched wide. Not missing a beat, Marcus easily caught the young avian in his arms. The younger child, who I learned was named Bosse, emphatically stated how much he missed Marcus. Once finished, Marcus moved on to the older of the two children, who was named Anssi. While the greeting between these two was less energetic, it was still obvious that both were close acquaintances.
After finding a clear table, the six of us conversed about a wide variety of topics while consuming a variety of food both from earth and our new home. Over the course of our lunch, I was amazed at the similarities between family that had contracted Marcus and the many families I had seen while still on earth. I also noticed that the father was hitting on both Marcus and myself, an action that his was all too happy to mate joined in on.
As our meeting neared its end, and our guests had to go, the father inched close to me and whispered something into my ear. "It's a shame that my mate and I desire no more children. If this was not so and If you were available, I would not hesitate to take and render you gravid. In any case, perhaps when you are receptive, I can visit you on my own." Once Marcus had given hugs to the children, I asked him what the father had meant. To this my guide stated, "While our primary role is to assist in bringing forth life, many males, both single and mated, will often ask to engage in recreational sex with us. Don't worry, they are very respectful and will not force you if you turn them down."
Finally, the two weeks when I was under medical observation prior to being deemed available was up. During that time, I had to report to the medical clinic every other day for a thorough physical. While this was embarrassing at first, the staff were very gentle and understanding. Of course it also helped that they took many an opportunity to tease my sensitive clit. At the final exam, which was at the end of the two week observation period, I was deemed ready for breeding. While I was a little reluctant to wear the pink bikini that signified my new status, the fact that most of my fellow humans were similarly dressed eased my concerns.
I dwelt in relative peace for about three days, until I was in the restaurant having lunch. Out of nowhere, a visitor approached and asked to join me. More curious then nervous, I accepted. We chatted for several minutes about a variety of subjects that were not sexual, at least not initially. As our conversation progressed my guest, who I now knew was male, would occasionally slip in a compliment about my looks. Naturally, I could not help blushing at these displays of affection.
This all changed when he asked if I would let him enter me. While I was at first startled by his proposition, my curiosity eventually overrode my apprehension. That combined with the fact that so far I had only experienced sex with another cunt boy led me to accept my suitors offer. Happy at this outcome, Hovas quickly reserved a private room for us to mate in. As we entered, he sensed my lingering reluctance, despite having agreed to this act. Taking this in stride, Hovas gently stroked my shoulders with his soft hands.
Gently leading me to the bed side, he asked if it would easy my concerns if I were to remove my suitors clothing. I agreed, and in a manner as sensual as I could manage, I slipped of the males shirt. After doing this, Hovas gently lowered the straps of my bikini and exposed my chest while leaving my mound covered. With both of us now topless, my suitor pulled me into a loving embrace that brought his soft feathers into contact with my denuded chest. With some reluctance, I explored his body and he did the same with mine.
After doing this for over a minute, my suitor suggested that I continue. Still reluctant, I slipped the males pants and underwear off, leaving him literally naked as a jaybird. As I completed this task, Hovas gently slid my bikini down until it fell to the floor leaving me as exposed as he was. At this point I expected him to simply start frotting me. Instead, Hovas gently pulled me close to him, allowing his groin to gently contact mine. While he had a growing member that was no doubt excited by my presence, the avian male managed to keep it under control so as not to spook me.
Gradually I was led to the side of the bed and the two of us found ourselves seated side by side. With his right arm gently wrapped around my back, Hovas used his left to gently stroke my belly. Getting more ambitious, the avian's hand drifted lower and entered my slit. I could not help gasping with pleasure as the feathered fingers explored my vulva. While this was going on, Hovas used his free hand to reassuringly rub my shoulders. Finally after searching patiently, his probing finger found my clit. Under the gentle touch of Hovas, I screamed with pleasure as my slit oozed greater and greater quantities of natural lubricant.
In a voice that was rich with desire, my client said, "mmmm now that you are wet and receptive, it is time to give your cherry." Reluctant but intrigued, I laid on my back as Hovas maneuvered his head near my crotch. To my surprised glance, he simply stated, "I might as well get a taste of inner realm before I fill you." As the avians long tongue attended to my mound, I briefly lost my breath from the pleasures that seized me. Not wasting any time, Hovas penetrated me and used his tongue to tease my tunnel of love.
After what seamed like an eternity, the avian took the appropriate position and rested the pointed head of his member at my vulva. "Are you ready to give your cherry love," Hovas asked in a sultry manner. Once I answered in the affirmative, the crow thrust forward in a gentle but unyielding manner. The first few inches were pure bliss as my artificially created vagina parted and welcomed the visitor. As his throbbing member settled all the way within me, I panted with lust and Hovas gently caressed my neck. Into my ear, he whispered countless expressions of his affection and the pleasures that passed between us. In a tone that had a tinge of unfulfilled desires, hovas stated, "Its a shame that I have no mate with whom I could fill you with my children. I would love to see you gravid."
Not giving me time to ask about that statement, my avian client thrusted in an out of me with a pace that gradually increased in tempo. Each thrust forced an excited moan from me as his pointed cock rubbed my recessed pleasure center. Filled with a desire to sow his seed with in me, Hovas lifted my legs to my chest, allowing him to thrust as deeply as possible. He added to this by gently running his soft hands along my sides.
To my surprise I felt the very familiar climax approaching while Hovas was no where near his desired release. Once again I screamed in pleasured bliss as my mind was held captive by a more powerful climax then I had ever experienced. As control returned to me I was surprised to notice that my client was still pumping away. Another climax was quickly approaching and our copulating showed no signs of slowing down. Another orgasm hit me and once again I was drowning in pleasure.
This pattern repeated itself once again before Hovas showed any signs of reaching his peak. Fiercely panting with lust that he could not control. Giving my hole a few strong and forceful thrusts, Hovas finally buried his member and let out obscenely lout moans as climax finally gripped him. From the tip of his member, thick and fertile seed issued forth in quantities that quickly started to fill my recently created womb. The pleasure quickly overwhelmed me and I joined my avian lover in one last orgasm of enormous intensity.
As we basked in the wonderful afterglow of what had been an intense mating session, Hovas gently rolled to the side, taking care to stay connected to me. We spent what seamed like an eternity in a warm and welcoming embrace that neither of us wanted to leave. We gave many gestures of affection, including several kisses that were made somewhat dicey by the sharp edges of my lovers beak. Still, the underlying messages flowed freely between us.
Eventually, the two of us came down from our shared high and sensually cleaned each other. Once satisfied with the results, we dried off and got dressed. As I was getting ready to leave, Hovas approached from behind and pulled me into one final hug. With a longing tone, he whispered into my ear, "Once I find a mate, I will make sure that you are the only one to bear my children. I cannot wait to see you gravid and quick to bring life into the world. In the mean time, you can expect more pleasant visits from me in the years to come. Till we meet again my lovely cuntboy."
While watching my avian lover leave, I gave considerable thought to the events that had transpired. My first reaction to having been modified like this was a sense of loss and a fear that I would not be able to sire any descendants. Having spent several weeks among the Avians who had taken me, I had not only found many sources of sexual pleasure but I had also found that I would play a role in bringing many lives into this universe. Having thought the matter over, I decided that the recent events had changed my fortunes for the better.
Another week passed at Taushe and I had two more visits from Hovas. There were several couples who expressed a passing interest in me, but none went so far as to request my uniques services. Several other single males got romantic with me, but like the couples, they lacked current interest in the main reason that humans lived here. This changed one afternoon when I went for a swim with Marcus. Since we were both dressed in pink, it was only a matter of time before we were approached by a couple who desired children. The pair introduced them selves as Kivik and Sanela. As had happened on several other occasions, our meetings started with minor conversation with the pair gauging which one of us was desirable.
Once the initial questions had been answered, the couple started asking more intimate questions. The quality that settled the decision appeared to be the fact that Marcus had born many offspring, while I was still at least partially virgin. While the number of children that a surrogate has carried has no impact on the health of the child, there were a minority of couples that preferred newer humans like myself. Regardless of the motives, I still had a strange desire to experience the main reason I had been taken and altered. As a result, I was happy to give them a child.
After reserving a private room for our copulation to take place, we spent several minutes cuddling together and engaging in sultry foreplay with each other. Once we were all aroused, the pair had me lie on my back. To my surprise, the male, Kivik, went down on me and started to lick my slit. While I was left panting with pleasure, Sanela took the opportunity to sexually tease me. Under the pairs ministrations, I nearly came, but they stopped as I got close.
My concerns of being denied were quickly assuaged as Kivik positioned his engorged member at my opening. In a low whisper that could not contain his lust, Kivik said to me, "Ready to bear us a child." I could only manage a barely audible reply in the affirmative. As he thrusted home, I was gripped with sublime pleasure that left me panting in Sanela's arms. A few short thrusts later, Kivik found the release that he desired. The sensation of his warm seed filling me triggered an orgasm that exceeded all that had preceded it.
As I laid there panting in the after glow, the male said to me in a sultry tone, "mmmm that was wonderful my sweet human. Now all that remains is for my mate to leave an egg within the safety of your womb." Once Kivik had withdrawn, Sanela moved to his position and I noticed a phallus like growth on her groin.
Seeing my confusion, she answered, "prior to the plague that nearly sterilized us, the females of our species lacked this growth. Over the course of 20 years, it was gradually introduced to us through an extensive genetic engineering program that rivaled the research that went towards your modifications. It was done so that we would be able to deposit our eggs in you. Our males have also been genetically modified so that their sperm can remain fertile for many minutes after climax."
While explaining this, her ovipositor had grown to a length that matched the phallus of her mate. The opening at the end was much wider due to the larger objects that had to travel through it. After it had reached full length, she gently maneuvered it into my waiting slit. After several seconds of waiting, I felt an object roughly the size of a pear moving through the ovipositor. Though the egg did not touch my inner walls, the pressure that it exerted against the ovipositor still gave me significant pleasure.
Once the unfertilized egg settled in my womb, surrounded by the seed of Kivik, I knew that I now carried a potential life within me. The three of us were so tired from the intense copulation that we spent the next half hour in a brief and very pleasant nap, cuddled in each others arms. Once we had recovered our strength, the couple led me to the third floor for several tests to see if the egg in me had been fertilized. When the results were positive, the couple pulled me into a tight hug.
Since I was now among the ranks of the gravid, I was issued a white bikini. While it felt rather loose around the torso, I knew that in the coming weeks it would gain the feel that I was accustom to. During the first two weeks I was still able to walk around reasonably well. Marcus visited on several occasions and despite the fact that I could not leave the maternity ward, I still enjoyed the company of my roommate.
By the second week, my belly was noticeably distended and it was getting harder to walk around. Additionally my appetite had increased, which was not surprising since I had another life to support. At the start of the third week, it was getting nearly impossible to walk at all. Other then going to the bathroom, I generally stayed in bed and spent most of my time reading. The only break from this were the visits that I received from Marcus, Hovas, Sanela, and Kivik.
By the time the final week rolled around, I knew that I would soon lay an egg. At the 28 day point, the docs subjected me to one last test. The positive results showed that in two days time I would give birth. Additionally, I found out that our child was a son. Though I hardly ever left my bed, the couple had take off work to spend the final days of my incubating their child with me. While resting in the maternity ward, I felt the muscles deep within me cramping against the egg within. As several of the medics carefully pushed my bed towards a delivery room, I knew that I would soon give birth.
Once in the room, the feelings with in me were starting to become painful. Seeing this, one of the nurses placed an oxygen mask over my face. After a few breaths of a light sedative, the pain diminished greatly. It was still present, the sensations were easy to ignore. While I would have preferred them to be dulled completely, the doctors explained that I needed the sensations as a cue. Whenever the cramping sensations in my belly built up, I would push as if I was taking a huge dump. Of course, the results of this labor would be desirable rather then something to be flushed.
After several minutes, my strength was starting to leave me. The egg was about a third of the way out, but I could not reach the tipping point. Seeing this, Sanela and Kivik held my hands and offered words of encouragement. Summoning my strength, I gave a hard push and the egg passed the half way point. From here on, the life that I had bore gently slid from my vulva and into the hands of an attentive nurse. As I recovered my composure, the egg was dried off and placed in a warm incubator that would keep the new life warm for the remaining month and a half till it hatched.
As my belly shrank back to its normal size, I looked into the incubator that housed our child. The Egg in question was slightly larger than a grapefruit and was light green in color with brown spots on it. Despite the fact that it was not far removed from the eggs that I had eaten on earth, I felt a parental attraction to this egg that I had never felt towards a cheese omelet. Kivik and Sanela looked upon our child with similar emotions. After being carefully examined, the egg was moved to the hatchery where it would be well cared for until hatching day.
I spent another day in the maternity ward recovering my strength until I was able to return to my roommate. We celebrated by pegging each other and 69ing. After this, I returned to the daily life at Taushe with a black bikini like the one I was given on my first day. The two week recovery period passed quickly and I was happy to receive more sexual attention from Hovas. Several couples asked for my services, but I politely turned them down since I wanted to be able to visit the hatchery as much as possible. Since this was common for new arrivals, every one gave me no grief over my decision. Like any expectant parent, I could not wait to see the new life that would come from me.
Four weeks after I had returned to available status, and many turned down clients later, the egg that I had carried showed signs of movement. I went to the hatchery as fast as I could and the staff quickly notified Kivik and Sanela so that they could watch as well. The couple arrived just as a single crack formed in the egg. Shortly after this, a small ebony beak pushed through the shells. It worked hard to force its way out of its egg. A few minutes later, an exhausted and damp little crow slowly recovered the strength that he had earned in his hatching. Kivik, Sanela, and yours truly carefully dried our hatchlings body.
The uncertainty of his new situation caused him to cry out until he was gently picked up by Sanela. The little crow instantly calmed down and contentedly curled up in his mothers arms. As the couple lovingly stroked their child, they invited me to join them. Our son was adorable to look at and his fresh downy feathers a joy to stroke. When they offered to let me hold him, I was a little reluctant at first, but the pair reassured me that he would see me as his parent as well. Our son seemed unnerved at first, but as soon as he settled into my arms, he returned to his contented slumber. It was a great honor to me that I was as much of a mother to him as Sanela was. After some discussion, the three of us decided to name him Tirup.
Several hours later and after the nurses had carefully examined our child, the couple decided that Tirup was ready to go home. That fact that he lightly whined as I handed him to Sanela showed again how I was as special to him as the couple that I had aided. After giving promises that they would visit again, the trio reluctantly left and I returned to the daily life of a surrogate. A few days later, another couple requested my services and I was once again rendered gravid.
More time passed and I came to love the life I had been given. Hovas eventually found a mate and I bore them two daughters and a son. Additionally, I gradually became the recipient of more and visit from the couples I had served and the children I had given them. I watched with a happy nostalgia as my kids grew up and over the years became adults. Like the kids that Marcus had carried, each of mine remembered me and announced each visit enthusiastically. While I was no longer male and I had no human children to my name, the many crows I had in my name more then compensated for this.