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DISCLAIMER!!! This story contains some WEIRD stuff, please check the tags before reading! If I missed anything please let me know ASAP so I can update it <3

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The tendrils of sleep skitter away as James feels the ship rumbling. The jittering of furniture sends him into a fit of panic--the ship isn't supposed to be shaking like this! He jumps up out of bed, his eyes darting towards the blue digital clock.

"Damn, I actually slept a full night?" he exclaims before the shaking room reminding him of a possible emergency. Rushing over to his data pad, he tries to see what's going on, coming across a few missed messages.

>>ZACK: Hey sleepy head! You'd better be up before we land. I don't care if you can't move, I'll carry you out if I have to, WE'RE GOING TO WALK ON A NEW PLANET --- YEEAAAH!

All right... Well that explains the rumbling. James sits down, taking a deep breath to calm his pounding heart from the panic. A ship breaking down way out here in uncharted space usually guarantees a long, slow, and solitary death. Thinking about to that ship from earlier, he realized that finding them was truly a miracle. James looks back to the pad, clicking on the next missed message.

>>KAREN: Well Zack has absolutely no interest in the specifics of your affliction... He tried yelling at you on comms a few times, but you didn't wake up. Let me know when you get this so I know you are still alive. Also, if you ARE alive, thanks for not screaming every few hours. I hope that you're getting over whatever that was. But hey... As long as you are confident you can control yourself and you do not think you are infectious, I think it'd be ok to drop your quarantine status so you take a walk on land for a bit. But I'll keep my eyes on in case you cannot control yourself.

James looks down to his altered groin, eyes seeing nothing but his extending belly. He lets out a shuddered breath, a sense of dread flowing through his heart as he viewed the evidence of just how much control he really has over the situation. He places his hand on his belly, still in disbelief of the consequences of the previous night. Pressing down on his swollen stomach, he runs his fingers along his distended belly, which makes him briefly leap in surprise. He tentatively puts his palm flat and presses again, feeling the large shifting orbs within. His mind freezes as he registers the proof beneath his skin. Anxiety flows through him at the things that ought not to have grown from within his male body.

His hands drift lower, putting the dilemma of his swollen belly to the back of his mind as his fingers glide down to his now familiar slit. It feels... Normal, as if all the lust from the previous days had never existed. All the sensitivity, the hot puffy flesh, the oozing snatch, all tamed and calmed down to a pale smooth, seemingly innocent crotch. His finger drifts along his moist folds, dipping in lightly before pulling out, testing if it's still beyond his control; nothing, except some damp fingers laden with a peculiar smell, soothing and sweet, sending a strange sense of calmness through his mind.

Dismissing the strange feeling, he moves his hand lower between his legs, brushing along the thick tail extending out of his lower back. As with his more feminine genitals, it is no longer hypersensitive. With a brief mental check, he manages to will the tail around his hand, smirking at the alien feeling. He fondles along the scaled tip, more able to focus on feelings of the smooth, lightly textured scales rather than being overwhelmed with pleasure.

Looking about the room, he realized that he should probably try cleaning now that he is not leaking everywhere. James works on tidying up the room, replacing the blue cum-soaked bedding, once again piling them on top of the overflowing basket, obviously in need of using the cleaning facilities. Doing his best to tidy his quarantined room, he finally manages to get it in an acceptable state.

"Well, might as well let everyone know I'm doing better," James speaks to himself, grabbing his tablet as he opens a message with Karen, pausing for a brief moment contemplating if he ought to reveal the full truth... Well he knows what he ought to do, looking down at his swollen stomach.

>>JAMES: Hey Karen, I finally managed to get some sleep. I definitely feel a lot more normal and in control now. The uncontrollable lust from before seemed to have stopped and I finally managed to get some rest.

Pausing in middle of composing his message, James looks down at his lower belly. Deep down he knew why the lust had stopped. Closing his eyes, he tries to will it away, but his mind's eye only seems to grow more focused on those round bulges in his gut. Of course, if Karen sees him like this, it will only become more alarming. "Oh yeah, the lust stopped, but for some reason my belly is full" Is definitely not going to pass as a harmless affliction. He stares at his distended belly,

Aside from himself, it's not hurting anyone... James looks around the room, trying to find a way out of explaining or hiding at what had happened. Pacing about, he looks aimlessly for anything that might help - "I could just confess," he ponders. Fits of anxiety and paranoia swarm his mind about the invariable possibilities that could come from such an act. Exiled, left stranded on this rock as a threat to the crew, trying to amputate his new tail to obtain a sense of normalcy--but then, a possible solution to his problems. The voice of paranoia quiets in his mind as he grabs the bathrobe from his closet and dons the soft wrappings. Looking over his body, his face grimaces at the still noticeable pudge in his middle, albeit less noticeable than before, but thankfully it completely hides the thick appendage growing out of his back. James moves over to the data pad as he continues to finish the message.

>>JAMES: ... My body feels a little sensitive. Normal clothes are a little too constricting and chafe, though I found a bathrobe that seems to do all right. I might have to walk around in this for a bit. Maybe it's just a side or after effect of whatever was in me. It's exciting though, we're going to walk on a new planet!

James pushes send, his conscience eats away at him, trying to justify his secrecy with the excuse that it's not harming anyone--they don't need to know, he keeps repeating in his mind. James moves to go lay on the bed until they touch down. James stares at the ceiling as he thinks about his future. The light rumbles of the ship sooths and massages his body as he tries to relax and let his worries drift away.

Clench!

His eyes open wide, his lower belly churned around the load inside his womb. He quickly sits up, hands grasping over his stomach.

"It's not over?!" He groans. He quickly moves off the bed, disrobing since anything to do with the parasite is likely to be very messy. He moves towards the bathroom as surges envelop his belly, making his legs weak. Pleasure radiates from the heavy load before a sensation of wetness fills his crotch.

"Oh fuck," he mutters, sitting down in the shower stall, careful not to sit on his tail. His puts his hands over his belly as the muscles clamp down, the weighty orbs shifting within as he closes his eyes. A hand moves across his pseudo-womb, pulling away every time it churns; he can't deny it now, he can't deny the feelings of labor. Except, unlike the terrifying stories of pain, each shift, each churn, each clench... they all make him want to cry out in bliss. He tightens his jaws, his hand moving over his mouth to try to muffle his moans. His head looks around, spotting the nearby hanging towel before reaching for them, pulling one down and burying his face in the thick cloth, smothering his moans.

Hot, thick wetness pours from his groin, the thick slimy blue fluids covering the floor beneath him. His gut churns and clenches once again, shuddering as one of the peculiar orbs shifts lower. The thick tail between his legs twitches in bliss as his tunnels stretches from deep within. He trembles with every shift as the thick orb travels lower. He moves a hand over the shifting weight, feeling something massive. His belly convulses as the orb shifts, his back arching from the intense sensation while the orb seems to travel at a sluggish pace, almost stopping completely as it moves closer to his entrance.

James pressed firmly on his belly behind the orb, trying to coax along the birthing process. The trapped orb shifts forwards lightly before falling back towards his core. He whines at his new anatomy, unable to lay properly in this position. Turning over, his thick, weighty belly hangs in the air before he takes a kneeling position, trying to use the ship's artificial gravity to his advantage. He bites down on the towel covering his mouth at the sudden surge of movement within, his legs trembling at the intense sensation while his eyes roll to the back of his head as his slit parts. The dense orb makes its appearance to the galaxy, thick blue strings of a jelly-like substance falling from his slit to the floor below him, preparing a pseudo-nest for his laying. His eyes squeeze shut as he prepares to give another push, feeling like he's some kind of alien bird trying to lay an egg. His gives another clench, the orb shifts, and his feminine canal stretches around the thick object. His front collapses over from the intense sensation, letting out ragged breaths as his legs shake from the intense experience. The orb stretches and spreads his walls thin, his eyes managing to glance down to his laboring anatomy, taking in the sight of the massive thing coming out of his body; easily as wide as his fist and looking to be dark metallic blue in color.

He lets his body recover briefly, the thick egg starting to crown before retreating into his depths. Taking a few breaths, he prepares for a strong push. He sticks part of the towel in his mouth, clenching down to muffle his cries as he pushes with all his might. Feeling the form shift, spreading his entrance ever wider than before, he feels the egg finally push out--just a little more. The textured form shifts ever so slightly. It finally smooths out as the egg begins to get over that last hurdle, gravity taking over the effort as the grand egg surges free, his mind exploding in bliss as it leaves his stretched slit. A heavy thud echoes in the room as the egg hits the ground, James' body collapses forward, muffling his screams.

Laying on the tiles as he recovers, his gaping snatch oozes thick fluids in the wake of the hot emu-sized egg. James feels two more bulges in his lower belly, pressing his skin against the tiles. His body shivers at the thought of going through that experience twice more. His belly clenches, clearly wanting to get everything out right now. With shaky arms, he gets back into position. James pants from the lust and exhaustion, part of him looking forward to it. A hand drifts to his loose entrance, trilling in delight at the regained sensitivity. His lower muscles attempt to clench around his fingers, already having regained some of its tightness.

His pseudo-womb clamps down once again as pleasurable contractions surge through his body. James manages to get himself upright, bracing his arm against the wall for support. He groans as his belly shifts, the thick orb entering his parasitic canal before drifting lower, making him moan as the textured surface glides through his hypersensitive flesh. If only it didn't feel so damn good, he would protest about his birth. The orb shifts lower as he lets out a deep breath, his heart throbbing, each beat pounds at his ears. A hand drifts along his belly, coaxing the shifting orb within. It moves quicker this time, the well-loosened tunnel providing little resistance. He feels the orb approaching his blue-tinged folds. The vent parts as he feels the weighty girth of the egg press into his hands.

His wandering fingers brush across the stretched flesh, marveling at just how pliable his new equipment is. The egg inches forward, making him arch his back as the sensational sphere tends to his every nerve. He marvels that something so large grew in a matter of hours as the widest part of the egg approaches the last barrier. The weight shifts forward before starting to slide free, his hand takes on most of the weight, letting the object slide out of him rather than violently surge out like before. His lips clench and kiss the delightful orb as it leaves his soaked folds. Drizzles of sapphire fluids pour from around his exhausted lips, coating his hands and eggs in the sticky substance. James gently places the sphere alongside its sibling, smiling with an odd sense of attachment.

As the last orb begins its descent, he has finally become more accustomed to the exploding pleasure, managing to only to cry silent moans as the delightful egg travels through his depths. He moves his fingers to plunge into his snatch, reveling in the lustful rewards his new biology sends to his mind. His entrance weakly hugs around his fingers in approval, his tunnels clench around the last massive object. His buries his fingers knuckle deep, brushing them along the hard textured surface, stroking and coaxing the massive form forward. His puffy flesh parts, drooling the thick lubricating fluid as the egg begins to crown out of his folds. Inch after inch of shell meets the air of its new world. James lets out a surprised gasp as his parasitic entrance clenches around the tip of the egg, sending it deep back within himself. He topples over, arms braced against the ground as he lets out heated breaths from the unexpected rebellion. The egg surges forward in another contraction, parting his entrance before his vent squeezes it back into his depths. James' body shakes while he bites the towel, suppressing cries of lust as his own body fucks him with his delightful egg.

Eventually his arms collapses, leaving him lying in the shower stall, covered in his own parasitic fluids. His tunnels give one last contraction and the egg parts his folds once again. James shivers, his mind pleading to being free from this blissful torment. The pleasure finally reaching a climax, he weakly shivers on the ground as his tunnel clamps along the widest part of the egg, milking it for every bit of pleasure before sliding out with a surge of azure cum. James pants on the bathroom floor, recovering from the intense ordeal, finally rid from the burden in his belly.

Gasping for breath, he feels the weight of the slimy orbs sitting along the inside of his crotch. His tail drapes over one of them as it cradles them in a sort of protective embrace. James manages to muster the strength to stand, his legs feeling shaky and his arms weak. Looking down, he notes the slippery floor he had just made along with the three navy-colored objects... His eggs... His clutch... He tries to be angry at what had happened--trying to find any sort of rage remaining within his human male self... But he feels nothing but satisfaction at the thought of laying alien offspring, even a sensual shiver at the thought they might be fertile. However, thinking about the sensations, pleasure, and deep sense of fulfillment he cannot deny that he secretly wants more.

He turns on the shower to wash himself off, cleaning away the sweet-smelling fluids that seem to linger on his skin. He does his best to free himself from the fluids, but the scent lingers. Giving up on ridding himself of the alien scent, he dries himself off as he looks at the three egg now resting on his bathroom floor. Getting an idea, he grabs his over-stuffed clothesbasket and puts them in there. It should provide a good warm nest for his brood he thinks, feeling a sort of motherly attachment. A part of himself wonders why he would try raising whatever could be in those eggs, but he's unable to think of abandoning something so innocent as he makes his clutch look warm and comfortable. James tidies himself up, wearing the bathrobe once again as he looks down and rubs a hand along his stomach.

"Well at least I don't have to explain being pregnant anymore." He chuckles to himself, grabbing his tablet to pass the remaining time. It isn't too long before the lightly rumbling ship shifts before making a soft thud. The intercom clicks, an overly excited Zack yelling throughout the ship.

"Fuck yeah, let's go explore!!!"

... To be continued! <3