Alien Life, Part 6 (Man to Alien Impregnated Woman TG) (Patreon)

By FoxFaceStories

A Commission for Al

The explorer ship Tiresias is nearing the end of its voyage when it is suddenly rerouted to check out a strange signal emanating from the surface of one of the moons of Jupiter. Liam Macklin is a young engineer on the ship, which has a complement of only six. But when he is the one to uncover a strange artefact, his life is changed forever. Slowly, as they voyage back to Mars, his body begins to feminise, in order to better house the new alien life that is growing within him . . .

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Part 6: The Shower

Captain Hardigan signed and rubbed his pock-marked face when he got the news.

“Twins,” he said, taking a long, drawn out breath. “Twins.”

“Twins,” Liam said, finding it hard to meet his Captain’s eye, particularly given how far out his stomach now was, not to mention that he was wearing a woman’s uniform that fit quite snugly.

“Twins,” Hardigan repeated.

“Twins,” Katz confirmed.

“Twins.”

“Twins.”

“For God’s sake, gentlemen,” Katz said. “Are we a broken record? I believe it is now established fact that Liam Macklin is pregnant with twins.”

“It’s . . . just a lot to take in, doctor,” the Captain said.

Liam rubbed his belly. It was tight again, and now he knew well why. “How do you think I feel? I’m the one that got pregnant with them, and all because I touched the wrong stupid part of a crater!”

Hardigan gave him a sympathetic look before turning to the doctor. “Does this change anything?”

“Not a whole lot, thankfully, apart from the birthing procedure and how we might have to take care of the babies after.”

Liam placed his hands on his back, which was struggling to take the weight for long periods lately. “Great. Yay for me. I get to push two babies out of my pussy instead of one. My future pussy. Just goddamn great.”

“But for now,” Katz continued, ignoring him, “it just means we need to allow Liam to eat the portions his body requires, and to ease back on his work routine. Back to part-time shifts, as well as ensuring he remains comfortable.”

“Hard to be comfortable when you’re growing big boobs . . .”

Hardigan also ignored Liam’s comments, and instead sat back in his chair. “We’ll inform the crew. I’ll tell Rotar personally. He’ll take it best from me. He’s been . . . irritable, as of late. Adam says it’s almost impossible to work with him, even on the new element, despite all its importance.”

“He’s becoming paranoid,” Katz said. “I don’t have psych training, but I’m worried about him, and he makes my patient nervous.”

Liam was about to protest this statement for making him look weak, but decided not to comment. For one, Katz was right. It had been two weeks since the twins theory was confirmed, and only now had the doctor finally convinced him to let others on the ship and not just those back on Earth and Mars know about his multiples pregnancy. Part of his major hesitation was in letting Abel know. Rotar already viewed him as a major threat enough. This would make Liam seem like the coming apocalypse.

“Like I said,” Hardigan reminded them. “I’ll take care of Rotar. You just take care of Liam here, and Liam; take care of yourself, and the babies, whatever they are. The eyes of two major governments are upon the contents of your, uh, new womb there.”

Liam sighed and hefted his weight up. His belly was taut with new growth, and his breasts weren’t much better. More than that, his rear was starting to swell too, much like the subtle shift in his hips. It was getting harder and harder to even attempt to pass himself off as a man, especially since he’d noticed his jaw losing its squareness, and starting to soften. Soon, Petyr would be asking him to do pregnant pinups, the damn ‘comrade’ calling dog.

“I’ll try to keep that in mind, Captain,” he said. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to rip off the bandaid and tell Petyr and Adam.”

“Best of luck with that.”

“Thanks, Cap,” he said, moving to climb the ladder - something that was damn harder these days. “God knows I’ll need it.”

He wasn’t wrong. When he told them, Petyr exploded with laughter, and Adam was awkward as all hell. It made two of them, at least.

***

Liam had just suffered yet another insufferable scan. He was over six months pregnant, and their trajectory was finally bringing them close to Mars, albeit still a month and a half away from being close to orbit. Still, the crew was getting more excited to leave, and he could only hope they were able to. After all, his changes were proceeding apace, and one in particular was making him glum as all hell. He’d known it was coming - how could he not? - but it still felt like a short to the heart when he woke up that morning in the medical bay feeling strangely aroused after a nice dream, only to experience a strange dampness between his thighs rather than a hardness.

“What the . . .”

There were no cameras on, despite Earth and Mars requests. Samwell Katz was too good a man to allow Liam to be constantly surveilled. It’s why he felt okay with pulling himself up slowly using the handholds on his ward bed, and reaching down into his pants to feel his genitals.

They were gone, of course. Just the previous night, his penis had been little more than a nub. A small, pathetic prick that was only useful for peeing and occasionally giving some small pleasure after a hormonal rush of arousal. But while he had been sleeping and having some rather intoxicating dreams, it had reduced to only a clitoris, and the passage that had been slowly tunnelling from his womb to his rising venus mound had finally opened up.

“A pussy,” he said, blinking back tears. “I’ve got a goddamn pussy.”

It had finally happened. He’d tried to prepare for it emotionally, but instead he just felt a torrent of emotions. Already the evidence of his waning masculinity was clear; he had no body hair, not even upon his pubis, and everywhere from his arms to his legs to his chest to his face were quite womanly now. He’d been lucky to have his cock that long, but as he explored carefully with his fingers, he found that even his balls had disappeared, likely shrunken up inside him. Or just melted back into his skin.

“Fuck,” he said, lying back. “Fuuuuck.”

He didn’t even get a minute’s peace to absorb the final loss of his maleness, because his babies abruptly began kicking in different places, including back towards his spine and down towards his new cervix, which were his two least favourite places for them to kick by far.

“Ngh! Ugh! Can’t you two give me just a moment’s peace, goddamnit?”

More tears bubbled up, and he had to clutch his stomach to shift onto his side. Just being on his back like that was too uncomfortable now with the heavy weight of his womb pushing down on his vital organs. But still they shifted about in him, his two (likely alien) infants competing for space and causing his belly to distend in weird and uncomfortable ways.

“Oof! Just - stop it! Please, just stop it. Just give me some fucking time to process this, you stupid babies! I never asked for you! I never wanted you! I never wanted to grow a fucking pussy just to push the pair of you out in three months’ time! This isn’t fair. It isn’t - it isn’t - it . . .”

He fell to sobbing, rubbing his belly on its sorest side as he did so. The ligament there was a little strained, and only got worse when the twins moved. He already felt so huge and pregnant and hormonal, and now this final insult had come. His longer hair fell in his face, obscuring his vision, and he mentally cursed that too. Cursed every part of his transformation, even the way his now D-cup breasts pressed against one another when he was on his side, increasing their soreness and making him all the more aware of them. They still showed promise of further growth, much to his disgust. He was terrified he’d outgrow the bras the Oblant had gifted to him.

“At least I’ll fit the damn panties now,” he mused sadly.

It only made him cry again, the tears coming so much more freely now that he was entirely female. Another thing that he hated, that was for sure. He got so damn emotional now. Who could blame him?

“A goddamn pussy,” he said, feeling it again tentatively. His fingers slipped inside to the moistness within, and he pulled them back immediately. “Goddamn it. Fuck this. Fuck my life! Fuck everything! And fuck both of you for growing in me and changing me!”

He continued to sob, rubbing his stomach as the babies slowly settled again. He remained otherwise silent for several long minutes.

“I’m sorry,” he finally breathed. “I’m sorry. I don’t hate you. You’re not to blame for this. I’ll take care of you. I promise. M-Mommy promises. God, I’m gonna be a mommy. But I’ll take care of you. I will.”

The sensation of them moving within, now with much less agitation, managed to calm the new woman down a lot. Tears still fell, but he was now able to slowly absorb what had happened.

He just wasn’t ready to deal with the strangely arousing dream he’d had. The one with the gorgeous blue-skinned men. The ones in their armour, stalwart and heroic as their world burned.

***

Their world was burning. The invaders were many, implacable and merciless. Their ships roamed the surface, reducing cities to glass shards, and vaporising entire populations. The people wailed as they tried to reach safe havens, scrambling over one another to reach their crystalline ships. They had not truly explored far across the cosmos en masse, but now they fled to the stars in hopes of being beacons of survival for their species. One by one, they were cut down by the invaders. Only a few escaped, and not in great enough numbers to survive. Those of their kind who lived on nearby worlds more distant from the invaders could only watch in horror and try to plan before their own extinction soon arrived.

There was one final hope. But it would require great sacrifice and great risk. And it would all be dependent upon a light they could fling into the future. A shard of themselves that might one day be rebirthed to unlock their return. It could well fail, and then all would be lost.

What other choice did they have, though?

***

Liam kept his head down, nervous at the approach of Abel Rotar as the other man floated down the central tube of the Tiresias. He was always wearing his protective mask now, and other protective elements on his suit, to the point where he was almost in Hazmat gear. And yet still his expression was clear through the hard, clear plastic of the mask. It was one of obsession and fear. Cruel curiosity mingling with paranoia. Liam tried to float on past, but Abel blocked his path, though he kept his distance.

“So, I hear you are gestating twins,” he said coldly.

Liam touched his belly automatically. His babies had been fairly active that morning, and annoyingly kicking on his bladder and cervix, but the movement was a comfort to know they were okay, at least. But now that protective maternal instinct swept over him.

“Not gestating,” he corrected. “Growing. I’m not some damn lab rat, doctor.”

“Would that you were treated like one,” the man replied, narrowing his eyes behind the mask. “This whole situation is being treated much too lightly. Do you have any idea of the threat you present? What you might be changing into?”

Liam tightened his fists. He made a quick gesture of his body, including the way his blossoming bustline stretched the front material of his shirt as obviously as his smooth, pregnant bump, which now had its bellybutton clearly popped out. He couldn’t look more like a pregnant woman if he tried.

“I think I’ve got a fucking pretty clear idea, doctor,” he said icily. “I grew a damn pussy just a couple of days ago, so I’ve also got a pretty good idea how this damn well ends. So stop intimidating me, because in less than three months I’ll be spreading my legs wide and pushing two babies into the world, something I never expected to do as a man. So you can take your petty comments and stuff them where the sun don’t shine.”

He floated past, feeling absolutely triumphant in himself. He’d lost a lot of his ability to stand up to others since then changes first began. It wasn’t some mental change, at least he was sure it wasn’t. He was more emotional, certainly, but it was more the shattering of his male pride and the feelings of inadequacy that had followed him. But he wasn’t going to take it anymore. He’d lost his dick, his very symbol of malehood, so as far as he was concerned there was nothing left to take from him. He was a woman, one who needed to protect her babies, and that was damn well that.

But of course, Rotar couldn’t let it go.

“It’s not petty, Liam. If we should even be calling you by a human name anymore and not a number. You just keep yourself clear of my work, and watch yourself. I’m still sane enough to not trust you. We have no idea how those things are affecting your mind.”

Liam glared. “They’re not things. They’re my babies. And you stay clear of them, or I’ll show you how I can still throw a punch, asshole.”

Rotar left his view, and Liam caressed his swollen form. His babies kicked inside, as if they too were angry as their mother.

“Don’t listen to him,” he said. “He’s a weirdo. Come on, Petyr and Adam said they had something for me. Well, Adam did, but Petyr will be there.”

He descended down the ladder, and it became ever more awkward the more he went down as centri-grav too effect. When he reached the bottom he felt utterly exhausted, mentally cursing his weakened female body and wishing he still had abdominal muscles as well.

“Finally, she arrives!” came Petyr’s voice.

“I’m not a she in mind, yet,” Liam responded, turning about. “Just in body.”

Petyr was sitting at the desk in the lounge area, grinning from ear to ear. The tall blonde was irritatingly handsome, and it struck Liam that he was noticing the ‘handsome’ part of that equation more than he wanted to. A lot more. Enough that it was making him worried, particularly after those strange dreams. Adam was beside him, waving hello, and himself looking just as strangely attractive with his styled hair and handsome half-Korean features.

“So it’s true then, you’ve finally explored the final frontier?” Adam said. “You’re our true Tiresias?”

Liam gave a sheepish smirk. After the experience with Rotar just now, he wasn’t in the mood for feeling ashamed. “Let’s just say these two damn rascals finally have an exit strategy,” he admitted. “So I have them to thank for that, I guess.”

They took that very moment to thrash in his belly, and the others could see it.

“Well, it seems they agree!” Petyr said. “And are celebrating!”

“So why shouldn’t we?” Adam added.

Liam cocked his head to one side, causing his hair to just barely touch his shoulders. He had given up on cutting it; why fight the tide of femininity and laziness?

“You’re planning something, aren’t you?”

“What would make you think that, young miss?” Petyr said.

“Yes, we’d never take advantage of a pregnant woman.”

“Especially one with such a sweet song of a voice.”

“Oh, fuck you, Petyr. I didn’t choose to end up a total soprano. A kick to your balls will make you sound just as sweet.”

He gave a mock pained expression, causing Adam to laugh. It was the latter who took over.

“Okay, you got us. We did plan something. Well, I did. I just roped Petyr in because he damn well owes you after all his teasing. Everyone?”

To Liam’s surprise, the Captain appeared behind him, as did Katz. Both looked a little amused, as if they too were in on this.

“Um, what’s going on? You’re not throwing me out the airlock, are you?”

“On the contrary, this little gift was hidden in the airlock while we were making it,” Adam said. “It’s highly against regulation, and pretty messy, and private. So it was the best place. So voila, Liam! Enjoy!”

He pulled something out from beneath the table, and Liam actually gasped. It was a cake. An actual cake, with icing and frosting and everything. It even had a message written on top of its raspberry-coloured surface:

Congratulations on the twins, Liam! Welcome to your baby shower!

“Are you - is that - are you all serious?”

“As serious as I get,” Adam said with a wink. “Take a seat, Liam. We’ve organised a baby shower for you. The best our limited supplies can grant - it’s also why the cake may taste a lot like remixed strawberry and raspberry flavoured ration packs, but a whole lot more sugary!”

Liam could barely believe it. He looked around at the others. After the hostile reception from Rotar he’d just received, it was truly something else to be affirmed by the others, even in such a joking manner. He took a seat as Adam organised a slice on a plate and passed it over. Liam’s stomach growled, making the others laugh.

“Hey! I’m not even eating for two as it turns out. I’m eating for three here!”

“Don’t anger a pregnant woman!” Hardigan said, smirking in his dry way. “And pass me a damn plate. I’m bloody starving.”

The crew ate, and the cake really was delicious, even if only a substitute for the real thing. Liam kept looking at Adam in amazement.

“I can’t believe you did this for me. I know it’s just a joke, but thank you.”

But Adam was oddly serious. “No joke, Liam. You’ve had it harder than anyone, and had to bear our brunt too. You deserve it. Which reminds me. We don’t have much in the way of gifts, but I did organise a few things, as did the others.”

“Gifts?”

“It’s your baby shower, remember?”

Liam blushed. “I feel like I should wear a dress to the occasion. God knows I’d fit in it right now. But I won’t give you the satisfaction of seeing my double-D cleavage, Petyr.”

Petyr sighed, obviously tormented, particularly now that he knew Liam’s size.

“Double D’s? Double-D’s? God, why have you forsaken me this wondrous sight? You lucky man, please at least tell me you play with them, comrade?”

“A woman never tells,” Liam chuckled, as Adam got the presents out. Several others did, and soon Liam was overwhelmed not just with gifts but emotions as well. He rubbed his stomach as he was presented with each one, feeling closer to his crew and his unexpected alien children than ever. The crew had works as hard as they could to produce little hats and blankets and toys from various materials of the ship, all with some crude form of the Tiresias’ call number on them: TS1. Petyr had even made a rattle, while Katz had gone for more sensible options, revealing that he had personally made the order for diapers, bottles, and even creams from the Oblant, which he could now reveal. Hardigan’s gift was simple: he was off cleaning duties until well after birth, not that anyone knew what was happening there or Earth and Mars’ plans.

“Think of it as your maternity leave, son. Daughter. Whatever.”

“I’ll take it Captain. Thanks. Thank you all, especially you Adam. Jeez, all it took for you lot to treat me like an equal was getting knocked up by an alien artefact, I guess.”

“Petyr will have to try it then,” Katz said dryly. “No one respects him.”

There was another general laugh, and once again, as he had to many times recently, Liam wiped away some of his tears. Several crew members placed a hand on his shoulders, comforting him.

“Thanks you guys,” he said. “I - I really needed this.”

He looked across the table to Adam, who just gave a nod and a knowing smile, and again Liam was hit with that feeling of closeness. Adam had been the first to comfort him properly after everything had happened, except for Katz, but that was more of a medical responsibility for the doctor. And now the scientist had organised this. He didn’t know how to thank him, and he was blushing just by being in his presence.

“You’re not bad, Kim,” he said.

“Well, you’re not bad yourself, Liam. Just try not to change too much more.”

“I can’t make it a promise. These damn boobs are sore as hell, and these babies are on my bladder. Give me a tic.”

He stood up with Hardigan’s help and waddled to the only functional gravitational toilet in the entire ship. It allowed him to sit down and pee - a necessity now. It was still a little strange to feel urine trickle from his body from a different place, but the relief was palpable. Liam winced as there was another series of kicks.

“Calm down, both of you! I can’t believe I have two of you! And these tits! Are they growing again? Why do they feel weird?”

He massaged them, making them rise a little in his top and show off some cleavage. It was then that he noticed something strange. He pulled his collar out further, and this time his eyes went wide.

“No. No way. What the fuck?”

He had to pull his top off and unclasp his bra - which took some effort still - in order to confirm it. When he did, he said nothing at all. What else was there to say about this latest change? What was there to say at all?

From a point above his top right breast, a dollar-sized area of skin had changed.

It had turned blue.

To Be Continued . . .