Progenitor 1: The Beginning, a short story by haramiru. Date added: 2012-06-25. Times viewed: 2928.
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- Intro: Aliens resurrect a dead man to spread the next stage of human evolution. He lands on a beach and commences to impregnate the locals, whether he wants to or not. (MC, Preg, SI, MF)
Progenitor 1: The Beach House
By Haramiru - firstname.lastname@example.org
Once, I was a man. I lived, loved, laughed, and died. I had no complaints with my life; there were more good years than bad. And I honestly wasn't sure whether that white tunnel was taking me to heaven or hell.
I was surprised when I woke up surrounded by large-headed slender gray beings. A voice in my head assured me that I wasn't going on to the afterlife just yet. I protested my resurrection; the cancerous mass in my chest was well beyond treatment, and I'd spent the last three months in gradually increasing agony. Death, when it came for me, had been a great relief.
It was then that I realized I hadn't felt any pain since waking up. I raised my head to look down at my body, and was surprised that my muscles responded immediately. My neck pivoted smoothly, and I observed that my body now bore little resemblance to the wasted, shriveled husk I'd previously inhabited.
My new body was nude, young and muscular. I clenched my fist experimentally, and turned my hand over to look at it. The skin on the back of my hand looked like it belonged to someone in his late 20s. To my left, there was a translucent 3D projection of my body, which was mirroring my movements. I put my hand to my head and noticed that I was completely bald.
One of the beings stepped forward, and words formed in my mind. “You are being sent back to Earth in a new body. Your mission is to adjust your species. Your body's abilities – and the genetically coded responses programmed into your species already – will make it easy.”
I raised my eyebrow. “What exactly am I adjusting with this body?”
“You are the Progenitor of version 20”, the gray being stated simply. And then it gestured at the projection of my body, and to my embarrassment its penis became erect. I looked back at the gray just as he touched some kind of control on my bed, and suddenly my vision was replaced with a wave of images cascading through my head. Many were intensely erotic, some appeared mathematical, and it just kept loading into my skull until I thought it was going to explode. Then it stopped, leaving my head feeling full of information which I might understand later on if I was lucky.
What I could gather right away, was that I wasn't even close to being the first human this had happened to. We think our species actually evolved, but it didn't. We're a specially devolved devolved version of the gray beings standing before me. The aliens' bodies were too fragile to survive on a freshly terraformed planet, so they developed us. We're the same species, just devolved to be hardier but with shorter lives. The aliens deposited our distant ancestors as cavemen on Earth tens of thousands of years ago, then let them breed and take over as the dominant lifeform. Each time our society reaches the necessary criteria for the next stage, they intercept one of our dying souls. That soul gets dumped into a more-evolved body with an upgraded metabolism, special pheromones, and various nanotech enhanced capabilities. If you're reading this, you are probably Human version 19, whereas my children are version 20. Version 20 humans are smarter, longer-lived, and don't become enfeebled as rapidly with age. We're the replacement for version 19, which was tougher and stronger, but with a weaker immune system and significantly more mental degradation during the aging process. The human evolutionary process has 32 steps, and the first children born to version 32 will look just like the aliens standing before me. There were thousands of colony worlds like ours, scattered throughout the universe and at different stages of development.
I started to open my mouth to say something, but the gray shook his head and waved. My eyes clamped shut reflexively as a brilliant flash of light washed over me, and then I was gone.
The Beach House
I heard seagulls overhead, and saw bright light through my eyelids. Opening my eyes, I could tell I was still lying on my back, but now instead of a dull white surface I saw a clean blue sky. And it felt like my butt was on fire. I sat up, brushing sand from my skin as I looked around. I saw that I was sitting buck-naked on a sandy beach, probably somewhere in California. Nearby, a small group of college kids were pointing at me and laughing. Thankfully, they seemed to have been the only ones who noticed me.
“Hey Rocky, you gonna stand there at half mast all day?” a female voice called out.
I looked down and noticed that my massive erection was still going. Blood rushed to my face in embarrassment, and I covered myself with my hands as I looked around for something to cover up with. The female voice belonged to a busty young blonde in a small bikini standing about 10 feet away on the sand, still dripping wet from coming out of the ocean. She was probably around 23, and her sharply defined tan lines showed that she rarely wore a bikini this revealing. It was like seeing again for the first time; I couldn't remember when my eyes could see this clearly. And bathing suits in the 1940s were a lot more padded than what she was wearing. Each drop of moisture sliding down her perfectly shaped breasts glistened, reflecting light as they made their way along. The thin, clinging top emphasized the outlines of her her perky nipples.
“I'm sorry, I don't know how I got here,” I stammered.
The blonde smiled saucily and stooped for a moment to pick up a towel, then kept coming towards me. She offered the towel to me with her outstretched hand and said, “Then you might want to cut back on the booze, buddy. Waking up naked is only awesome if you can remember why you're naked.”
I took the towel and thanked her, wrapping it around my waist. The embarrassing bulge still persisted, but at least it was covered. “Think you can remember my name if I tell it to you?” she asked, smiling impishly and stepping up to me. She was almost close enough to kiss.
Now that I could see her up close, I knew she'd be impossible to forget. I could smell the faint odor of the ocean on her, mingled with suntan lotion and the dusky remnants of some perfume from last night. “Just try me.”
“Kimberly Donovan,” she purred, tracing her finger down the center of my chest. I started to wonder if I was dreaming, because even when I was young, women never came on to me like this. Some of her friends gave each other odd looks as Kim wrapped her arms around my waist.
She let out a little hum, leaning in to smell my neck. Where her skin touched mine, it felt like an electric field. My penis was made of molten steel at this point, quivering with anticipation. She brought up her mouth and assaulted my lips, drawing herself to her tiptoes and kissing me. She started questioningly and exploratory, then with increasing passion. Still a bit surprised, I wrapped my arms around her lower back and returned the kiss, putting myself into it too. I could feel her body molding itself to me, and then something else entered my awareness: her friends. I opened my eyes and looked up as one of the guys she was with approached us.
I pulled back and Kimberly pouted for a split second, as if a spell was broken. Her friend asked if she was all right, his eyes narrowing a bit as he scrutinized her reaction.
“Yeah, I'm fine. I actually just realized I met this guy here last year and we really hit it off,” Kimberly lied.
Her friend raised his eyebrow. “Well, he's welcome to hang out with us if he wants to,” he offered.
Kimberly gave a mischievous half-smile. “Thanks John, but I'm just gonna help him sober up and get some clothes on. I'll call before dinner though, ok?”
John looked back at me, clearly concerned for Kimberly. “I think one of us should go along.”
Kimberly shook her head. “Nah, you guys enjoy the beach. I'll keep my phone on me and you've all got me on your finder apps, so it's not like you'll have a hard time keeping track of me.”
John was clearly unhappy. “Kim, you don't know this guy. Even if you did meet him last year, you don't know what he's been up to lately.”
Kim rolled her eyes and an edge crept into her voice. “Dammit John, I'm going to do what I want. Your brother and I broke up last month, and he's already dating Jackie anyway. So quit trying to look out for his interests.”
John sighed in defeat and turned around, starting back to his group. Halfway there, he turned back and said to me, “You make sure she calls us if you go anywhere else. My dad's with the sheriff's department.” He pulled a cellphone out of the pocket of his shorts and held it up for a second before saying, “And I've got a picture of you now too. So if she's in any danger...”
I interrupted him with, “...then you've got a picture of the guy who will have saved her from it. Relax, I'm not going to hurt her. Where I was raised, a man doesn't hurt women.”
John waved dismissively, not wanting to speak further. Clearly, he was reserving his opinion on what would actually be safer for Kimberly, but knew she'd do what she wanted anyway. I certainly agreed with his concern, for that matter. However, my hormones were getting the better of me and Kim seemed to be thinking the same way I was.
“John gets a little protective of me, ever since I was dating his brother. He's sweet, though.” She pulled me a little closer. “Now, where were we...?” she asked.
“I think you were going to take me to a hotel to get cleaned up and sorted out? I don't even know how I got here.”
Kim raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, our beach house is over this way. C'mon, follow me.” She held my hand and led me towards the sidewalk. I found the sensation of the hot beach sand on my feet and toes painful but pleasant. Honestly, feeling anything below my knees was a pleasure after years of diminished circulation. I welcomed every scorching grain of sand, savoring the way it shifted between my toes. When we stepped onto the cement, I treasured each step of texture I could feel in the sidewalk. And then there was the view. I'd forgotten what it was like to be on a busy beach in the summer, as women paraded by displaying their tan bosoms to the world. I couldn't help but notice, and almost every woman under 50 was returning my attention.
Kim stepped up to one of the many beach houses rented out to college students for spring break, then reached into her bikini and pulled out an artfully concealed key. As her hand snaked back out with its prize, I caught the briefest tantalizing flash of a nipple. She released the lock and pushed the door open, stepping through and saying, “Now, I hope you don't think I'm easy, or that I do this often...”
I stepped inside with her and drank in the view. It was a well-furnished and functional abode, clearly set up for temporary living. “Do what often?” I asked.
“This!” she nearly growled. She yanked the towel away from me, nearly taking me off my feet. I turned around and caught a feral look in her eye, intense and focused. My hard-on sprang back to furious life, just waiting for her body. I barely had time to face her before she jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around me like a spider monkey and kissing me as if she were drowning and I were her only source of air. I returned the passion, wrapping my own arms around her waist as I felt her shift her body lower. Her bikini bottoms were rubbing against the tip of my penis, the simultaneously smooth and rough texture of synthetic fabric. They were still damp from the ocean, but from what I felt through them I knew they'd be dampening further in a matter of moments. I moved my right hand to her lower back and squeezed, thrusting at her as she ground against me. I could feel the tip of my penis pressing against her bottoms again and again. There was a growing wetness where my penis was grinding against her, dipping slightly into her vaginal opening and pulling the fabric in with it. She moaned with anticipation and ground back against me, pulling her pussy towards me. There was a damp noise as she thrust, a quarter inch or so of my penis inside of her but still with the bottoms in the way. Kimberly let exhaled sharply and ground her breasts against me, yearning for even more skin contact.
“Where's your room?” I asked. She pointed towards a door at the top of the stairs, and I carried her upstairs. She was still wrapped around me, trying to get my penis to drill right through her bottoms. I was probably three quarters of an inch in when she reached behind her and pulled at her bottoms, shifting the cloth a precious inch or so. I could feel the fabric pull away from between us, and then gravity took care what came next. She let out a gasp as I slid deep inside of her, with her legs still wrapped around me and us walking up the stairs.
I took a few steps and then stopped, pressing her up against the wall outside her bedroom as I buried myself in her. She pulled in a sharp inhalation as I thrust hard, with her back against the wall, burying myself as far inside of her pussy as I could go. I could feel her wetness enclosing me completely, and part of me just wanted to finish fucking her right here. My right arm was wrapped around her waist, holding her precious body right where it needed to be, but my left fumbled around until it found the doorknob to her bedroom. I had to do it blind because Kim was kissing me intensely as she gripped my torso, exploring every inch of my mouth. The door gave way with a creak, and I wrapped my left arm back around her perfectly shaped butt and lifted. We were back to fuck-walking again, her body bobbing up and down on my shaft with every step. I could feel her tightening around my pole, her breathing becoming ragged. I clutched her tightly as she let out the first of a series of little gasps, working up higher and higher in pitch and volume as she ground her hips on me. I felt her pussy clench as she came, setting her teeth and trying not to scream in my ear as her diamond-hard nipples bored into my chest from the tightness of our embrace. The panting slowly subsided as I located the bed, then turned around and fell onto it, with Kim on top. As we hit the bed, she gasped as our impact drove my shaft even farther inside her. She untangled her arms and legs from me, sitting up on all fours, but with my cock still firmly inside her now-soaked pussy.
The first thing she did was tear frantically at her top - she fumbled at the front clasp as if it were on fire, then let out a little scream of frustration as her trembling hands failed. She just grabbed it and yanked upwards, unholstering her magnificent natural 36” breasts as she pulled off her top and flung it at the window in a single fluid motion.
I brought my arms up and wrapped them around her waist, thrusting gently at her and exploring her in a more leisurely way than I could when she was wrapped around me. My hands found the bikini bottoms and quickly burrowed beneath them, cradling her ass. Kim looked down for a second, then fumbled with the knot at the side for a few seconds before successfully untying it and working on the other side. I craned my neck upwards and saw her pull the panties out behind her, then throw them in the same direction as her top. Now completely naked, Kim ground her pussy against my cock and commanded, “FUCK ME!”, thrusting to enunciate both words.
No part of me could even begin to think of a reason not to obey her. I thrust back, lifting her in the air and burying my 7” pole all the way into her throbbing sex. She let out a shriek of pleasure as I ground back against her, taking me as far inside of her as she could. I drew back and thrust again, clutching her firmly as her arms and legs coiled around me like steel cables. She was python and tiger combined, scratching at my back as she wrapped herself around me, desperate to keep me in her grip. I gasped for air as the heat between us rose and we started to sweat, moisture sealing us to each other like a single being struggling to achieve nirvana. She ground herself into me determinedly and kissed me with her tongue, and when I looked into her eyes I could see nothing but pure, unbridled desire. As our eyes met, I felt a fire kindle in me, quickly moving down below my waistline. I closed my eyes for a moment, feeling my orgasm building. I returned the kiss as power built up inside of me. From what I could remember of my last life's sexual exploits, the pre-orgasm I was having now had already beaten the best orgasm I'd had in my life. A small part of me was freaking out because I was having completely unprotected sex with a woman I'd just met, but that part was small and irrelevant. The only thing that mattered to me now was to finish, to cum inside this woman and fill her body with my seed.
Suddenly Kim blinked and froze up. “Wait a - what the hell?” she shrieked. I was startled, looking into her panicked face with my penis still inside of her, my climax still building. Her hips were frozen in mid-thrust, and her brain was apparently still processing the fact she was busy fucking some man she'd just met.
“Let me go! Get out of me!”, she yelled. Her arms and legs were intertwined with mine, making it difficult to disengage. I loosened up a little, but my penis was still inside her, and I could still feel it tightening as my climax built. The orgasm was about to be the best one I'd ever had.
In an impressive feat of strength for her size, Kim pressed at my shoulders, lifting my torso up off of her and looking down to where she could see my penis protruding from within her hot, slick pussy. “Pull OUT!”, she demanded.
I couldn't do it. My hands clenched around her firm buttocks, trapping her as I thrust upwards with grim determination. My penis shuddered, fully penetrating her as she pushed at me. Her own body betrayed her as I bottomed out, triggering her own orgasm. Her vagina convulsed as she came again, and as the sensations ripped through her nervous system she changed her mind again. She wrapped her arms around me again and pulled hard, crushing me to her as the first blast of my sperm blasted at her so hard that it felt like it'd blow a hole through her. “GOD!”, she screamed out as she felt a jet of my cum strike her cervix, and then another and another. Her orgasm was still going, fueled by my continuing ejaculation, which in turn was being prolonged by the vaginal contractions of her pleasure. We were somewhere else entirely, inhabiting a plane of mutual erotic bliss as we clutched each other. I felt fluids beginning to seep out around my penis, even as I filled her with even more of my sperm. I pulsed again and again, slowly draining the last of my semen into this girl I'd just met. Kim's breathing slowed and normalized as she loosened her death grip, just holding onto me contentedly. Still on top of me, Kim shifted her weight a little and lifted herself up a little, then ran her hands down her body. She paused on her belly and looked down at it, then almost timidly ran her fingers down until she touched her soaking-wet pussy. A finger experimentally poked down further, touching my shaft and confirming that I was actually still inside her.
“Oh shit”, she said, “you did NOT just do that!”
She pulled herself off of me with a wet sucking noise, letting our commingled sexual fluids pour out of her vagina. She rolled off of me, flopping down next to me and letting out a disbelieving sigh. I rolled onto my side and faced her before saying, “I'm sorry, I just couldn't let go. You were so passionate until the very end...”
Lying on her side, Kim raised one of her legs a little, and I watched as a steady stream of white fluid flowed out of her vagina. “I was, wasn't I? If I think back, I remember it just fine - but it's almost like I was someone else, right until the very end.”
I raised an eyebrow. “I give you my word, I didn't give you any dr” - I began.
“No”, she interrupted, “I know you didn't drug me. Hell, you were stark naked when I saw you on the beach, you didn't have anything on you. In fact, you just appeared out of no where, right where I was looking. One moment there was just air where you were, and the next moment I saw a man I had to fuck, even if I had to rape him. I don't blame you.” She ran a finger down to her pussy, and wrinkled her nose as she saw it covered in my white goo. “Well, not much, at least.”
Kim took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and ran her finger back down to her pussy.
“Kim?”, I asked as she inserted her finger and started to slide it back and forth inside of her.
The only response was a moan - apparently normal-Kim was gone again, and the frantic fuckbunny Kim was back in charge. I watched as she began rubbing her clitoris with one hand and scooping at the sperm that'd run out of her, then trying to stuff it back into her pussy. She rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide, raising her ass a few inches off the bed for a better angle as she entered herself with sperm-covered fingers. It wasn't long before I heard moans of pleasure from her again, with a rapture on her face only barely exceeded right before the end of our frantic lovemaking session. I propped myself up on my side to enjoy the show, as well as to wonder what kind of strange life I'd been reborn into.
Kim had her hips thrust upwards, and she was deep in the throes of her third orgasm when she suddenly froze in place with her fingers deep within herself. Her eyes went wide open, an expression of horror on her face as she realized she'd lost control again.
“What - the - FUCK?” she called out as she let her ass go back to the bed. It seemed an appropriate expression, expressing both the general situation and her shock at it.
“That was an interesting episode”, I observed.
She shook her head in amazement, wiping her hand on the bed sheet. “I have no idea what's gotten into me today. This really isn't like anything I've ever done.”
I shrugged. “If it's any consolation, neither have I.” I was finding the afterglow of sex to be somewhat of a relief; for a moment, I didn't feel the overwhelming urge to mate with Kim I'd felt up until I came.
Kim furrowed her eyebrows and brought her hand up to her navel for a moment. “What's going on?” I asked.
She scooted up in the bed so that she was half-sitting up against the headboard, then said, “I guess all that sex must've upset my stomach a little.”
“Wouldn't surprise me,” I replied.
Suddenly she bent forward a little, probing intently at her navel with a concerned look on her face.
“Are you ok, Kim?” I asked.
“Not exactly”, she replied. She sat back in the bed and took her hand off her belly, revealing that what had once been firm and flat was now distinctly beginning to bulge outwards from a point just below her navel.
I looked in surprise as the bulge slowly increased in size. I thought back to my experience with the grays. “Oh, shit, I think I saw this movie a while back.”
Kim locked her eyes on me, terrified and begging, pleading for me to at least explain what I had just done to her. I looked from her eyes, to her expanding belly, and back. Some small stretch marks formed as her belly continued to distend. I reached over and put my hand on her belly, feeling as it expanded inexorably. She looked like she was about three months along now, still growing. Her belly was firm and full, but the rate of growth was slowing. The fear and anguish on Kimberly's face diminished somewhat as her belly stopped expanding. If I had to guess, I would've guessed she looked around six months pregnant.
Her expression changed to accusation and disbelief. “What, exactly, is THIS?” she demanded, pointing at her now-swollen belly.
I sighed. “Honestly, I'm not even sure. All I know is that it has to do with the next stage of human evolution.”
Kim struggled to sit up, finding it nearly impossible with the new center of balance she'd acquired over the course of the last few minutes. “Human evolution, huh? What part of human evolution is supposed to get me - ohhh!”
Kim's mouth opened in pain and her hand flew underneath her bulging belly. She jerked as if she'd had an electric shock, breathing roughly for a few moments. “Contraction, I think,” she said grimly.
I looked down at her vulva, which was still dripping with my cum. I dabbed at it with the bedsheet to clear it off, trying to get a look. “Maybe it wasn't?”, she said hopefully.
Then she took a gasping breath and gritted her teeth as her belly flexed with tension. Her face contorted as she clamped down, the pain playing across her face as the contraction built up to its crescendo. She started panting with exertion just before I heard an audible pop, and her vulva began to leak a clear fluid. “Looks like you were right, Kim” I said, still amazed at what I was seeing.
Kim seemed to get a break for a moment; she looked and started to open her mouth to say something again, but then gasped as another contraction hit. Her hands flew to her belly as the contraction built higher and higher. I put my hand on her belly; it felt as hard as a bowling ball, and it was hot to the touch. There was a quake in her belly as something shifted in inside, causing Kim to let out a startled shriek which started off in pain and ended in pleasure.
“Oh God!”, she cried out, “don't stop, don't let it stop!” I felt her pubic region bulge slightly as something began to press downward from her belly, filling her vagina.
I looked intently as the bulge traveled farther down, getting closer and closer to her vulva. Her vulva shuddered, then began to dilate slowly as her vagina opened from within. Kim thrust her hips upward slightly as something appeared from within her. I watched as an object slid out of her and dropped to the bedsheet. It was was white and oval shaped, firm but a little flexible. It looked like an ostrich egg, and it was about the size of a soda can. Kim craned her neck forward to look over her swollen uterus as the ecstasy began to fade from her face. “What is it?” she asked.
I held up her egg so that she could see it. “An egg, apparently.”
“An egg? What's that doing – oh NO!” Kimberly's mouth gaped in dread as she felt another contraction beginning. She ran her hands down her belly, trying desperately to massage the contraction into subsiding.
There was to be no relief. I watched the dread on Kim's face as the contraction intensified, tightening down until she let out a little sigh of relief as another egg slid into her birth canal, changing the agony into pleasure. I took the time to feel her belly, checking to see if I could tell how many eggs she was carrying. It seemed that she had several left to go; her once-tight belly was no longer full of fluid, and I could feel the outlines of several more eggs within her.
As soon as the next egg slid out of her, I could see she was mentally back to normal again. “You're giving birth to a clutch of eggs, Kim,” I said. On a theory, I reached up and started to massage her swollen belly.
“Don't, asshole! Let me have a break first, you're going to start my next contrac - ohhh!” This time though, Kim was crying out with pleasure. It seemed that the pleasure from an egg in her birth canal was immense, but it ended as soon as the egg was delivered. And until the egg passed her cervix, she'd undergo normal labor. I resolved that since I'd gotten her into this mess, I at least owed her what I could do to ease her delivery.
I straddled her, one leg on either side of her waist, as she cried out in pleasure. My hands ran up and down her belly, feeling her abdominal muscles pulsing from relaxation to contraction and back again. I took a moment to kiss her nipple as Kim gyrated her hips, the egg making its way slowly through her birth canal as she ran her hands up and down her own body. Delivering eggs looked more like masturbation than anything else.
The egg in Kim's pussy dropped free of her pussy, and another one had just pased her cervix thanks to the massage I was giving her belly. Her womb was shrinking steadily, as delivery after delivery reduced its size until only one egg was left. I could feel it within her, but I wasn't having much luck in coaxing it into her birth canal. Kim sighed with pleasure as the orgasms from her previous deliveries began to subside, and arched her back as she experienced another contraction. “Oh God that felt good”, she said as she thrust her hips in the air, feeling sexual energy coursing through her. I moved the pile of eggs away from where they'd dropped from her pussy.
Kim shifted her weight, both her hands covering the small bulge in her midriff. “I think there's still one inside of me”, she said, with a catch in her voice.
I nodded. “Feels like it.”
“I don't want to go into labor again!” Kim's eyes were widening in dread as she started to breathe faster and faster. “Oh shit. Oh shit, it's – OW!”, she said as her belly clenched in a contraction.
Kim's hands covered her belly as she pulled her arms and legs in, rolling into a ball as the contraction escalated. A few seconds passed, and then she relaxed, although she was still afraid.
“I need it out”, she gasped between contractions. “I need it out before – gaaah!”
Her belly tightened again, hardening into a rock-like ball for a few seconds before it relaxed, leaving Kim panting for breath. I probed at her belly, poking to feel what was going on. I could feel that her egg was presently sideways, straddling her cervix so that it couldn't descend. It'd probably rotate on its own after a few hours of labor, but I wanted to speed things up for her.
Kim's belly tightened again, leaving her screaming in pain. Just as that contraction came to an end for her, I heard the door open downstairs.
“Kim!” shouted an angry male voice. I heard multiple angry feet bounding up the stairs, and I knew this would end badly. The door to the bedroom, which we'd only pulled partway shut, was practically torn off its hinges as a red-faced, furious man burst into the room. His stare was blazing with hatred, and he was only a step or two away from me. His arm was cocked back to strike, and I could see another guy and three other girls behind him.
...and then he just froze in place. The other guy shoved him aside roughly so that he could come after me, but then he froze in place as well.
The women, on the other hand, had a different view of things. The three of them pressed their way past the frozen men in the doorway, then over the next six feet it degenerated into a cat fight. Moments into it, two of the women started trying to strangle each other while the third took her chance and disengaged. She was a long-haired asian girl with delicate features and tiny but well-shaped breasts. Her face lit up with a manic grin as she leapt towards the bed and grabbed one of Kimberly's eggs. Kim and I watched in astonishment as the girl turned around and sat down at the edge of the bed, cradling the egg in her hands.
The delicately-framed girl completely ignored me and everyone else in the room, including her two fighting friends as she held the egg in trembling hands. She scooted to the edge of the bed and spread her legs wide, then reached down and snagged the edge of her bikini bottoms with her finger. She didn't care that I was watching as she exposed her vulva, then spread her lips with her fingers. She widened herself just slightly, then took Kim's egg and touched it to her slit. I could smell her arousal as she moaned and caressed her tits with one arm while her other pressed the egg's tip to her vaginal orifice, gently but insistently.
“What are you doing, Jun-Suk?”, Kimberly asked.
Her friend glanced over at her, but her attention immediately went back to her desperate need. She pressed on the egg, driving it into herself for a few seconds before letting up on the pressure for a few seconds and repeating again. Her entire body was covered in goosebumps as she slid the egg into herself, each thrust entering her farther and farther. Once the egg was halfway in, she stopped letting up on the pressure and just kept pressing it into herself.
Kim was surprised enough that her contractions stopped for a moment. She sat up, which made her beautiful breasts sway side to side as she crawled towards Jun. Jun took one hand away from her pussy to fight with Kim, while with the other kept pressing on the egg as it slid up into into her own birth canal.
“OH!”, shrieked the slender Asian as an orgasm gripped her. I could see the egg's outline on the soft skin underneath her pelvis, and the egg's shape caused the orgasmic contractions to slowly drive it up inside her. As the egg disappeared until only the tip was visible, Jun slowly brought her legs together, gasping in pleasure as the motion drove the egg deeper inside her and then her orgasmic contractions continued to pull it in.
Kim gave up on wrestling her friend and had risen to a kneeling position, slapping her in the face, trying to break her out of it. “Damn it Jun, you don't want - ohhhHHH!” Kim hadn't had a contraction for a few moments, but now her labor was back in force. As the contraction peaked, she doubled over and clutched at her belly as her body desperately tried to expel her final egg. Gasping, she rolled onto her knees and spread her legs, begging and pleading for birth as the contraction mounted in intensity. I was looking into her eyes when the pain abruptly vanished, her delivery finally beginning.
I circled around behind her as she pushed, letting her last egg dilate her pussy and then crown. There was a thud from the other side of the room as one of Kimberly's other friends - a petite brunette - just threw the friend she'd been grappling with into the closet door. She made a crazed leap for the bed and snatched Kimberly's last egg just as it cleared her vagina. Almost in the same motion, she rolled onto her back and spread her legs wide, opening herself as widely as possible to receive it. Unlike Jun, she just lined the egg up with her slit and then shoved hard with both hands, ramming herself hard as it slipped in. She panted with sexual pleasure as she inserted it until it was flush with her vulva, then clamped her legs together and gave a shriek of pleasure as her hand flew to her pubic region and began to rub her clit furiously. It was at this moment that her friend managed to right herself and get out of the closet, and she gasped in horror as she saw her friend gasping in pleasure as her orgasm conveyed the egg into her womb.
That friend, a beautiful redhead whose top had burst open during the fight to expose milky-white breasts, stormed back and forth, not sure what to do. Then her head snapped around and she leveled a focused, almost predatory gaze at the pile of eggs near Kimberly.
I wasn't about to get in the way. Within moments, three women were lying on the bed or floor, moaning in orgasmic ecstasy as Kim's eggs were slowly guided up into their birth canals. The men stood aside, silently watching or guarding; I wasn't sure which. Thoroughly exhausted, Kimberly turned to me and asked, “What just happened here?”
Part of the information the aliens had downloaded into my mind was beginning to make sense. “What just happened, is how evolution really works. It's not a process spread over millions of years. The reality is that it comes in steps, and once in a while these aliens decide we're ready for the next leap. And guys like me are how those leaps happen: a guy like me comes back from the dead to fuck women, they lay eggs, and every fertile woman wants to be pregnant with them. This means that for every time one woman conceives for me, it results in a large number of children with that woman's genes being carried by other women. Even if their own genes are inferior, it doesn't matter since they're only surrogate mothers for the woman I choose.”
Kimberly frowned. “I think you skipped a whole lot of explanation somewhere along the way”, she said.
I sighed and looked back at Kimberly's slim body, nearly back to its pre-egg-laying shape. Glancing around the room, I saw that the other girls had passed out with smiles in their faces, each one just barely showing with a barely discernable baby bump. “Unfortunately, it wouldn't matter if I did explain everything.”
Kim grabbed my arm. “What do you mean it wouldn't matter? I sure as hell won't forget what just happened to me!” she insisted.
I looked at the guys, still frozen in their guardian state. I looked at Kim's friends, who were all now carrying Kim's and my children. And then I looked sadly at Kim, who was lying next to me. She was ravishingly beautiful to me right now, partially because she just bore my children and partially because I knew this was the last time I was likely to see her. The part of me that was still Human v19 felt compelled to hug her. I felt her body's warmth up against me as I whispered into her ear, “Because you won't remember any of this, no matter how much you wish you could. You're programmed to forget me. This has happened 19 times before in human history, and there's never been a record because no one can remember it.”
Kim frowned, then the frown gradually softened as her eyes started to focus on a distant point that wasn't there, staring right through me.
I stood up from the bed and went to raid a laundry basket in the corner of the room for clothing. When I turned back, I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. Kimberly selected an egg from the pile and plucked it out, then set it down next to her. I sat down next to her and ran my hand down her thigh as she laid the egg on her belly contemplatively.
I looked into her eyes and saw a resolve that could only be satisfied one way. “You're right, you know...” I raised an eyebrow as she continued, “...I can already feel myself beginning to forget how we met. As soon as you leave, I'll probably forget everything about you. Hell, I'll forget it even if you stay. But I want you to know that I don't have to have one of our babies, at least not like my friends did. But they're all pregnant now, so it isn't fair that they all have to have my babies and I won't. Now, I could be like them and get myself pregnant, but I want you to do it. I want for my baby to have been touched by his father at least once.” She spread her legs invitingly, and part of me ached to fill her again with my sperm. Part of me wondered if we should produce another clutch of eggs together, but Kim didn't seem to be interested at the moment.
I kissed her on the forehead. “I'll check up on you, even though you won't know me.”
She smiled devilishly as I touched the narrow part of the egg to her vulva. She shivered with anticipation, clearly being affected by her programming now that she'd felt the egg make contact. “Don't wait too long, ok? I want my children close together in age, and I want them to have the same father.” Her smile widened as I touched the egg to her pussy and started rubbing it up and down her slit. Wetness was dripping out of her pussy already, and her eyes rolled back in her head as the egg started to slide into her. I pushed gently as her legs quaked and the egg slid deeper into her. As soon as it was far enough in that her vulva had started to close, she reached for her pussy with both hands, masturbating furiously as the impregnation process continued. Her breasts heaved as her breath came in ragged gasps. Meanwhile, her vaginal muscles clenched and unclenched, slowly drawing the egg farther inside her. The egg came up against her cervix and stopped, and Kim started to moan faster and faster as she masturbated, pressing firmly against her pubic region. The egg was slowly beginning to penetrate her cervix, triggering orgasm after orgasm until it finally entered her the rest of the way. As Kim's womb finally accepted the egg within her, she reached her final orgasm, squirting her arousal over the bed sheets and then passing out from the exertion.
I leaned over and kissed her forehead, then looked around. The room contained four unconscious newly-pregnant women, two men who were standing immobile in a trance, and one man with nowhere to go. I figured that at this point, I should probably show myself out. I had no idea how long this effect would last, or what would happen if someone else walked in.
I put on the t-shirt and shorts I'd found earlier, then noticed that there was one last egg left in the towel I'd been storing them on. I wrapped the egg in the towel, then put it into a picnic basket I found by the front door. The kids had left the front door unlocked, so locked it when I left. I wasn't sure what the kids would remember when they woke up, but it probably wouldn't wouldn't be a great idea for me to be there.
I looked left and right, almost expecting to see police waiting for me. The closest thing I saw was a bicyclist who nodded at me as he pedaled along on his way. “Great”, I said to myself, “no money, no ID, no car. Hell, I don't even have anyone to call.” I've never felt so alone in my life.
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