There was a story called AVPR: The New Hive. It was written by Invictus, if I recall, back on EM. Would anyone happen to have this story saved somewhere? It was one of my favorites, as was most of his work.

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AVPR
The Clone Initiative

Prologue:
The year is 3010: Space exploration has become not only a necessity but a very profitable venue. At the head of the exportation and technological race has been the Weyland-Yutani Corporation; a powerful company that was founded in the twentieth century. A great deal of success has come from the company’s knowledge and advancements in cloning. Currently they produce thirty various types of clones; now almost all female; there is only one male clone design still in production; the BISHOP series. With the use of these female clones; the Weyland-Yutani Corporation has found a way to lead in many well known and well publicized venues; from scientific research to military use to, the most notable, off world population. Of the thirty clones; only ten are used form military means only; the rest have been designed to serve as breeders; by the year 2911, the skilled researchers at Weyland-Yutani perfected the clones design; integrating them with fully functional wombs that develop fully human eggs; at an increased rate. They also altered the female models so that not only do they enjoy the breeding process, (a bonus to many colonies in the further reaches of space) the clones can safely produce and carry multiple young; as much as twelve human offspring have been produced by clones. Often, the clone crews of various exploration vehicles are impregnated intravenously, carrying the young until they are ready to deliver while simultaneously transporting breeders to a specific destination. They willingly give the *ch1ld*ren up to the colonist and then proceed with their other missions.
Such useful and beneficial gifts have covered over the seedier, less human, uses the Weyland-Yutani Corporation, affectionately known as the Company, has put its clones through. In the year 2005, Mr. Weyland himself died while researching an ancient, underground pyramid in the arctic regions of the north. There was only one survivor but her story and some organic material found there led the new leaders of the corporation to begin study of possible off world life. This led them to two other instances that had happened years before, in the jungles of South America and in Chicago, yet the situations were different. Yet, in 2008, in the city of Gunnison Colorado, after what could only be described as a massive infestation the Weyland-Yutani Corporation uncovered the proof of not one but three different alien species. The one that most interested them was the unique hybrid of the other two unnamed species. From what they had so far, the creatures were exactly like those that fell upon Mr. Weyland during his ill-fated exploration. The technology of cloning was at its birth stage but the Company was not patient and cloning of the three species began.
It was nearly a hundred years before more information on the creatures was uncovered. In 2122, the crew of the Nostromo discovered a full hive of some alien origin on the planet LV-426. One the crew, the ASH series clones (one of the first clones sent into space) was ordered to bring the specimen back, alive if possible but a malfunction in its programming resulted in its destruction and Warrant Officer Ellen Ripley destroyed both the creature and the Nostromo.
In 2179, Officer Ripley was found and debriefed. The corporation publicly dismisses Mrs. Ripleys’ claims but after they lose contact with the colonist they sent to LV-426, knowing ASH’s reports and those collected from the Nostromos’ computer MOTHER, they request she join in as a specialist to the Colonial Marine group sent aboard the Sulaco to investigate the colonies sudden silence. They also send Carter Burke to; if possible, collect live specimens, by any means necessary. There are no official records to the mission for none survived. Or so it was believed.
The Sulaco was headed towards Earth, though no one had reported in to the Colonial Marines or Weyland-Yutani; not until an automated S.O.S. is sent near the penal-colony on Fiorina 161. Here is where the corporation finally got a break. Though the full story is sketchy, having been heard from a crazed criminal, it described the alien discovered so long ago in the arctic, the one finally named as the Xenomorph. Though Ellen Ripley attempted to thwart the Company’s efforts, enough of her DNA was gathered to begin cloning, both her and the alien embryo within.
It took nearly two hundred years of failure to create a final clone of Ellen Ripley and the alien within, later discovered to be a queen. It was now 2379 and by this time the hybrid was nearly perfected and not only were the heads of the Company delighted to see the creature was a queen; its’ method of reproduction had been discovered and they were extraordinary. The first series of clones were not usable; they did not have the proper equipment to carry an alien embryo; from either the Xenomorph queen or the hybrid. It was a mishap when it happened. A young research, nearing her seventh month in a heavy pregnancy was collecting samples in the hybrids’ hold when a system failure released the creature. To everyone’s’ horror the creature attacked the young woman and to keep it out they were forced to seal the doors. Half a dozen scientists watched as the hybrid regurgitated large objects, eggs perhaps, own the females’ throat; her swollen abdomen growing larger and larger until her tight, taunt flesh could be seen through the gaps in her garment. Once satisfied with its work the hybrid cocooned the young woman.
Now the scientist watched; if they could not save poor girl, they would use her. She was unconscious as they creatures within gestated and for close to half a day her belly simply grew; becoming tighter, rounder and more gravid; now distended as if she were pregnant with nearly a dozen young. It was almost twelve two hours before the movement began. The girl stirred but only briefly as the undulations within her fecund womb grew rapid and violent and then some two dozen Xenomorph spawn exploded from her monstrous belly.
Locking the hybrid in its cell, the young were collected, killed and studied; as well as the corpse from the young woman. Much was discovered but much more was left unanswered; they needed to see the development of the young Xenomorphs in the hosts’ womb. For a brief time human prostitutes were used, impregnated, cared for by the Company from five months to the point they went into labor, before being impregnated by the hybrid. Each girl suffered the horrible fate of swelling monstrously large, their massively distended bellies as much a prison as the cocoons the hybrid sealed them in. Some birthed dozens, others…far more. The more pregnant, the more fertile the girl, the more eggs the hybrid impregnated her with. How it knew was unclear. They did realize that any girl under five months pregnant was safe…for a time. The hybrid would take those that were not ready, cocoon them and feed them a jelly like substance to…by all accounts, fatten them up until they were ready or, in one terrible case, for the newborns to feed on. When they reached the proper gestation, the hybrid would impregnate them as well.
It was a dark period for Weyland-Yutani and too much was at stake. These practices ceased when Dr. Cindy Chen introduced the first surrogate clone in 2900. Impregnated by invetro-fertilization the clone was successfully impregnated by the hybrid and was collected by the Company for study. Dr. Chen began perfecting her clone and by 2911, the breeding clones were introduced.
Now, in 3010, when space exploration is a necessity and commodity, the Weyland-Yutani Corporation wants to be on the threshold of science and military and they believe it is the control of the hybrid and its Xenomorph offspring that will bring them their answers. They have introduced the Clone Initiative.



Chapter one:
The Clones

The blackness of space was vast, dark and quiet, a silent blanket, highlighted with small bright spheres or white and red and blue and gold; a billion galaxies waiting to be discovered by races new and old to the uncharted regions of the unyielding, unending night.
It was sudden, an almost violent disruption to the peace of space as the massive vessel of steel and technology emerged from almost nowhere, leaving hyper-space far, far earlier than it was intended to. The huge starship; slowed rapidly as it decelerated, until it seemed to float slowly and smoothly in the deep black. Nearly a mile long the ship crept silently, hull lights illuminating the steel monstrosity’s name: Nostromo Two, Weyland-Yutani Space Corp, Exploration Class Z-007-Delta.
Like some form of metallic monster, the Nostromo seemed to eclipse the small meteoroids that now streaked across its path as it ponderously moved towards and large and possibly dangerous asteroid field. Brief flashes of light brightened the darkness as these tiny, car sized chunks of stone and rock bounced of the exterior shielding surrounding the huge ship, the energy barrier holding against the steadily increasing onslaught.

Within the massive star-craft blinding lights of halogen stuttered and blinked to life as automated systems began to awaken from their months of slumber. Dark computer screens erupted in violently green lettering as the Nostromos’ onboard control, aptly named: MOTHER ONE; quickly began the process of alerting the crew of the possible danger of the encroaching meteor storm and the need for a navigational change, but something suddenly interrupted this normal and preprogrammed function.

MOTHER ONE…

Yes…

Please open mission and personnel files for Nostromo 2

Authorization…

OM002566-BREED…

Loading Data…

Identification: Nostromo 2
Status: Science: Exploration Ship
Location: Hyperion Galaxy
Destination: Space Station Hadley’s Hope; Orbital Platform
Planet: LV-426
Mission Status: Breeder Delivery…

Open Primary Mission Data…

Primary Mission: Classified: Authorized Pass code required
Secondary Mission: Scientific Research: Subject: Classified: Authorized Pass code required
Cargo: Classified: Authorized Pass code required

Personnel:

Captain Jelena Fernandez:
Rank: Captain: Weyland-Yutani Space Corp.
Clone Unit: Breed Model Victoria One
Status: Fully functional.
Fertilized Status: 30 weeks
Fetal count: 3

Commander Brooke Westgate:
Rank: Commander: Weyland-Yutani Space Corp .
Clone Unit: Breed Model Sigma Six
Status: Fully functional.
Fertilized Status: 36 weeks
Fetal count: 3

Dr. Cynthia “Cindy” Chen:
Rank: Lieutenant Commander: Chief Medical: Weyland-Yutani Space Corp
Clone Unit: Breed Model Genesis
Status: Fully functional.
Fertilized Status: 35 weeks
Fetal count: 2
Executive Order: reprogram unit: DATXE77GTY-0001
LAUCH COMMAND: Breed…
Execute…

Loading…..
Command Received…

Lieutenant Commander Erica Briano:
Rank: Lieutenant Commander: Navigational Operations: Weyland-Yutani Space Corp
Clone Unit: Breed Model Omega One
Fertilized Status: 35 weeks
Fetal Count: 2

Lieutenant Commander Danielle “Danni” Smith:
Rank: Lieutenant Commander: Chief Engineer: Weyland-Yutani Space Corp
Clone Unit: Breed Model Zeta Four
Status: Fully functional.
Fertilized Status: 34 weeks
Fetal Count: 3

Lieutenant Samantha “Sammie” Jenkins:
Rank: Lieutenant: Communications Specialist: Weyland-Yutani Space Corp
Clone Unit: Breed Model Lambda One
Status: Fully functional.
Fertilized Status: 36 weeks
Fetal Count: 2

Lieutenant Jr. Grade Zoe Campbell:
Rank: Lieutenant: Chief Security: Warrant Officer: Weyland-Yutani Space Corp
Clone Unit: Breed Model Kappa Three
Status: Fully functional.
Fertilized Status: 31 Weeks
Fetal Count: 3

Ensign Karlie Smith:
Rank: Ensign: Engineering: Weyland-Yutani Space Corp
Clone Unit: Breed Model Zeta Four
Status: Fully functional.
Fertilized Status: 39 Weeks
Fetal Count: 4

Ensign Rachel Janice:
Rank: Ensign: Security: Weyland-Yutani Space Corp
Clone Unit: Breed Model Theta Two
Status: Fully functional.
Fertilized Status: 38 Weeks
Fetal Count: 5

Specialist Dr. Grace Parker
Rank: Weyland-Yutani Science Division: Fertility and Reproduction
Clone Unit: Breed Model Aurora
Status: Fully functional.
Fertilized Status: 37 weeks
Fetal Count: 8

Security Personnel:

Lieutenant Commander Joseph Perez:
Rank: Lieutenant Commander: Weyland-Yutani Space Corp: TAC Officer
Status: Human

Lieutenant Charles “Carl” Peterson:
Rank: Lieutenant: Weyland-Yutani Space Corp: Weapons Specialist
Status: Human

Lieutenant Lawrence “LJ” Johnson:
Rank” Lieutenant: Weyland-Yutani Space Corp: Medical
Status: Human
Secured Data
Open: Cargo…

Cargo: Classified: Authorized Pass code required

DAOTDE779O-BREED:
Pass code Confirmed:

Cargo:

Hybrid: Species Xenomorphic/ Class Alpha: Named Predator: Hybrid:
Classified: Queen: Multiple Breeding Unit: Status: Level 10 Security Priority

Clone Subjects:
Female Birthing Models: Impregnated for Hybrid Breeding: Research and Development Core…

Function: … To be impregnated by Hybrid: All physical and mental changes to be recorded and downloaded into MOTHER ONE’s core memory and retrieved by Research and Development: Subjects core memories to be saved and downloaded into new models for further research…..

Unit 1: Leigh
Clone Unit: Breed Model Alpha Two
Fertilized Status: 38 weeks:
Fetal count: 8

Unit 2: Kimberley
Clone Unit: Breed Model Epsilon Two
Fertilized Status: 40 weeks:
Fetal count: 7

Unit 3: Amber
Clone Unit: Breed Model Beta One
Fertilized Status: 42 weeks:
Fetal count: 10

Unit 4: Maylee
Clone Unit: Breed Model Delta One
Fertilized Status: 40 weeks:
Fetal count: 6

Open: Primary Mission…

Classified: Authorized Pass code required

N77OP-1118-BREED…
Pass code Confirmed:

Primary Mission: Execute impregnation of Breed Units by Hybrid for Research and Development. Deliver impregnated units to Space Platform Hadley’s Hope: Deliver all specimens to Space Platform Hadley’s Hope: Weyland-Yutani Retrieval Ship: Knights Cross will rendezvous at Hadley’s Hope and collect all data…

Secondary Mission: Execute impregnation of all Breed Units of Nostromos’ crew for Research and Development. Deliver impregnated units to Space Platform Hadley’s Hope: Deliver all specimens to Space Platform Hadley’s Hope: Weyland-Yutani Retrieval Ship: Knights Cross will rendezvous at Hadley’s Hope and collect all data…

Confirm orders…

Orders confirmed…
Weyland Board of Directors….

Miako Yutani Weyland
Ethan Weyland
Director Jonas Bishop
Director Ellen Ripley
Dr. Cynthia Chen
Dr. Malcom Reynolds
Gerald Westernhaus
Mr. Frost…

Thank you MOTHER ONE…

You are welcome…

Erase log entry…DDAVB-BREED
Log erased….

Proceed to crew revival…

Deep within the center of the ship, in a large silent room, twenty glassy tombs were cascaded in soft, translucent light. Small monitors blink on, giving readouts on the lives sealed protectively within the plexi-steel, duro-plastic encasements. A soft hiss of air broke the silence as the lids of the hyper-sleep chambers unlocked; letting in the new, recycled oxygen wash coolly over the sixt33n occupants. The deep whir of mechanical wheels churning as the tops of the beds pulled back filled the quiet room and the unconscious members of the Nostromos’ crew began to awaken.
Even as the domed lids of the hyper-sleep chambers revealed the stirring crew, it was obvious that the majority of the Nostromos’ personnel were specialized for one particular task. Luscious, beautifully swollen mountains of flesh of various sizes and colors rose out from the deep set beds, cresting the horizon of the chalk white sides, some just above it but others rising like mountains. Nearly thirt33n wondrously gravid bellies could be seen in glorious fashion.
“Damn it’s cold”, murmured a soft, husky feminine voice; her throat dry from the three month slumber. A long, slender arm of golden-tanned skin rose up from one of the chambers and with surprising strength it pulled upward to reveal the stunning, remarkably gorgeous, somewhat young face of a woman. With her free hand the female rubbed the sleep from her amber orbs and then glanced downward, past her swollen, milk laden breasts, at the incredibly large ball of her belly. Gently she stroked the fecund sphere and a smile formed on her thin yet sculpted lips.
“Morning guys” she cooed softly.
“Morning to you too Ensign Smith”, grumbled a soft voice, the exact same voice as the now stretching female. She turned and smiled appreciatively at the lovely female who greeted her; who shared in fact the same face, the same features, the same bone structure; in fact this female was an exact copy; or Ensign Karlie Smith was an exact copy of this female for Lieutenant Commander Danielle, or Danni, Smith was the higher ranked officer and had served as a clone for the Weyland-Yutani Space Corp for ten years, much longer than Karlie. Besides their experience and rank, the only thing that differentiated the clones was hair style; Karlie wore hers in long blonde curls that cascaded down her curving back while Danni had hers cropped short, just above shoulder length; it was a spiky dusty brown and highlighted with gold, blonde and red.
Of course there was one other difference, highly noticeable as Danni heaved herself from her encasing tomb; Karlie was far, far more pregnant than Danni. Her military green sports bra jiggled as it steadily held the mammoth orbs of her liquid bloated bosom, her naked belly; taunt and round distended out before her as she stretched fully, letting her weight settle as her feet adjusted to the cold floor. The Lieutenant Commander looked admiringly at her clone, both Zeta models; Karlie also allowing her weight to adjust for she was nearing her ninth month; her gravid swell full and heavy with quadruplets while she was only in her sixth month with fat, health triplets. Looking around Danni offered tired nods of greeting to her fellow crew mates.
Near the head of the line of hyper-chambers, the Captain of the Nostromo, Captain Jelena Fernandez; a Victoria model clone; as were most high ranking models; rubbed her distended middle, the gorgeous cinnamon skinned female roughly thirty weeks along in her pregnancy; though like all the females in her crew she was bearing multiples; triplets just like Lieutenant Commander Smith, her second in command, Commander Brooke Westgate who was groggily trying to fight through the fog of sleep and Lieutenant Junior Grade Zoe Campbell, the vibrant blonde attempting to stretch out the kinks in her muscles. She looked upon them fondly; her dark eyes recording every movement, every breath and every feature, for not one member of Jelenas’ crew was human; every single one was a clone, proven and hardened in space…everyone of her crew!
Jelena stifled a yawn as she gave the bulging triplets in her bloated abdomen an appreciative pat and then began rapidly assessing her crews’ situation.
“Erica”, a gorgeous, dark skin female looked up wearily, her belly a taunt, brown ball of gravidity; healthy ten pound twins nearing their eighth month growing bigger in her expanding womb “get to command and see why MOTHER-1 dropped us out of hyper-space and figure out where the hell we are”, she spoke in a sultry commanding voice, “everyone else, get to your stations ASAP! I want a full ship wide diagnostic before 0:100! Move people!”
The chocolate skinned, heavily pregnant Lieutenant Commander nodded dully and still wearing only a sports bra and panties, that crept dangerously between the crack of her full backside, began to waddle ponderously towards the two exist doors that would lead her to one of the four turbo lifts on that deck. Quickly, as quickly as any female could at thirty two weeks swollen with big triplets; already weighing in at eight pounds, could move, Zoe, the Chief Security and Warrant Officer of the starship gathered up her uniform; one wrist com-link, a small metallic circlet and a pair of self-sealing gravity boots then headed for door behind Erica towards the Security Station located on Deck Nine.
The blast-doors opened and closed with a mechanical hiss as one by one the crew began to slowly waddle to their stations, some; like Ensign Rachel Janice who had placed a similar metallic circlet about her neck and with boots in hand, heavily headed out behind her superior officers; as silvery like liquid oozed out of the thin metal ring, her uniform literally forming over her ripe body, the pre-programmed nanites held within had barely covered her massively bloated breasts and it would take a great deal of time for the material to reach her mountainous fecundity resting heavy and low already; soft stretchmarks reaching up around the huge sphere. Nearing her ninth month of a ten month pregnancy with quintuplets; Rachel knew it would take longer for her to dress; as the cold nano-tech forged material of her uniform slowly built itself over her incredibly pregnancy, than it would be to waddle her way to the Security Station. Both Danni and Karlie took the time to allow the specially designed suits to form solidly over their ripe forms before waddling off to join Erica in Command.
A sensuous Euro-Asian female by appearance was slowly fastening down a wrist-comm as she steadily eased one foot into a gravity boot set below her round frame; her brownish red hair flowing over her shoulders as she spoke to another amazingly modelesque, exotic female, who looked fully Asian; her almond shaped eyes dark and mysterious as they focused on her counterpart, offering an arm for support. As with all the clones onboard the two were pregnant, the first, Dr. Cynthia, or Cindy Chen was beautifully swollen, her round belly stretching out the middle of her suit nicely; twins midway into their seven month were growing rapidly and big within her. Bright greens eyes fell upon her distended pregnancy as she felt the lives developing inside the confines of her womb move and jostle about.
“They’re awake”, she purred; gently offering her silver covered fecundity a soothing pat, cooing as a foot pushed against the insides of her taunt flesh, “and they’re hungry!”
“Don’t complain”, her companion chided playfully; her hands caressing the mountain of honey colored flesh that was her belly. Truthfully, looking at the monstrous orb that seemed to consume the other female, Cindy had little to complain about.
Dr. Grace Parker; a fertility specialist cloned to work specifically with the crew of the Nostromo for all the females’ on board were designated Breeding Units, smiled appreciatively at the understanding look from Cindy. She was an Aurora model, one specified for extreme pregnancies and as such Grace was sporting the largest, most gravid, most stunning belly of them all; her distended sphere currently measured nearly sixty eight inches around, an incredibly tight, unbelievably taunt orb full to bursting with eight young, and she was nearing her thirty eighth week, a mere three weeks remaining before she was to deliver.
Her petite frame was all belly and breasts, plump orbs that were often ignored when compared to Graces’ incredibly distended middle, but neither she nor any other members of the crew seemed bothered by her size; in fact it seemed rather expected; the mere fact that she was standing as large as she was indicated that her body could not only handle the stress of such an extreme pregnancy but it was designed to. She was clasping her own metallic circlet about her neck as they spoke.
“When would like to begin checkups on the crew”, Cindy asked in a soft, harmonious voice, her green eyes looking past the hugely gravid female to a host of people, including both the Captain and second in command, talking near the other side of the room?
Grace turned her head to catch what had caught her friends’ attention and noticed what had so intrigued Cindy; the only three men onboard standing at the far side of the room, having an in-depth discussion with the Captain. She immediately recognized the three as Weyland-Yutani Space Corp Security.
“As soon as possible…”, she spoke distractedly; her delicate fingers drumming the taunt flesh of her stretchmark littered dome, her deep, dark eyes absorbing everything as the three men spoke quickly and softly to Jelena, “I think we should make sure that all crew and the young are okay, full exams and then we need to get them eating…we’ll have to get both Ensigns and the Commander fattened up, they’re the closest to their delivery dates, aside from me of course” and she patted her own monstrous belly to emphasize the point. It was the part most of the clones hated; though designed for pregnancy, when it came to multiples; especially at the weights the clones could carry they needed eat and eat a lot; for the most part, gorging themselves to point it would be painful. By the ends of their pregnancies, the clones would gain anywhere from a hundred to a hundred and fifty pounds or more in body fat…not including the weight of the young or excess fluids the produced. The food would in appearance fatten them up physically but in truth it was simply stored and consumed by the young they carried. If not for the human lives growing within the surrogate females, the clones wouldn’t need to eat.

Cindy nodded understandingly but finally curiosity got the best of her “Who the hell are they?”
The hugely fecund beauty shrugged as Danni, Karlie and Lieutenant Samantha “Sammie” Jenkins joined them. Sammie; a Lambda model, was the Communications Specialist onboard. Taller and slender than most of the crew, she had fattened up noticeably and as such, looked far bigger than one a mere seven months swollen with twins; her distended sphere matching the size of Danni’s who was bulging with triplets. She brushed back her thick, dark auburn locks to reveal her lovely, full lipped face and deep grey-blue eyes.
“They’re the babysitters…for our classified cargo”, she whispered quickly.
“The four life-pods they brought aboard”, Danni stated more than questioned, “Stationed in cargo-hold D.”
“And the cryogenic system taking up cargo-hold C”, chimed in Karlie.
“It looked more like a prison chamber; what fift33n guards to bring it aboard…” Sammie reminded them? It was hard to forget the launch off from Weyland-Yutani Science facility on New Mecca; while the crew was being examined before lift-off; they watched a host of the Company’s security and R&D Core load the Nostromo with specialized monitoring equipment, the cryogenic hold and the four life-pods.
“And they left only three to watch it”, said Karlie softy, her mind lost in thought.
“No ideas Ensign”, Danni warned with hiss.
“Yes Ma’am”, the Ensign said without hesitation.
By then Commander Brooke Westgate had noticed the gossiping group. The buxom strawberry blonde waddled over quickly, her hands on her wide hips, her long elegant face drawn up in a perturbed scowl. The silver nanotech suit emphasized her milk engorged breasts as they wobbled maddeningly upon the great gravid sphere of her pregnancy, the drum-tight flesh shinny in the light as it reflected off the metallic material stretched over the vast orb. Pregnant with three fift33n pound babes did little to improve the normally bitchy Commander.
“What did Captain Fernandez say people?”
It was a question, statement and an order all in one.
“Yes Ma’am”, the two officers and one Ensign saluted and answered as one. Both doctors nodded to the Commander.
“We need to set up examination schedules Brooke”, Cindy began even though Brookes’ attention was on her three subordinates waddling a little too slowly out of the chamber room.
“Brooke”, Cindy spoke again, this time shaking modelesque females arm, finally drawing her full attention.
“Examination schedules, yes, I heard you”, the female spoke coolly, “What did you have in mind?”
As the two doctors and the Commander spoke, Jelena dealt with her three guests.

“So, what other security measures do you require from my crew, Lieutenant Commander Perez”, Jelena asked politely; fully conscious that her perspective on the matter was not going to be considered and that the Lieutenant Commanders’ chief of medical, a short though well fit African American, couldn’t seem to keep his eyes higher than her fat, fulsome tits, squeezed tightly in her standard issued, dull baby-blue sports bra or her wonderfully swollen belly which they rested on; the Captain had not yet activated her nanotech suit.
The Lt. Commander was human, as were the other two members of the small security team. In his mid-thirties; Joseph was balding and would have been attractive had it not been for his arrogant attitude towards clones. With russet skin and dark eyes, his heritage was somewhere in the southern regions of the Americas, with broad shoulders and a decently muscular build; it was obvious the Lt. Commander took pride in his looks. He glanced over his shoulder at his subordinates and offered a smug grin.
“Well, Captain”, his emphasis on the word was far from complimentary, “seeing how most of your crew is so…developed” and again Jelena took the snide remark in stride, “I doubt they will be any help if something were to come up, so I am certain my men and I will be fully capable of handling all security measures for the cargo…and the Nostromo; if you like?”
“Thank you Lt. Commander, but Lt. Junior Grade Campbell and Ensign Janice have over twelve years of simulation experience in all security measures and five years field experience, nearly fifty-two assorted missions with no losses; aside from the six years of security implementation that the three of you have between you; including three years of simulation. So no, I believe the Nostromo will be fully capable of protecting herself.
The Lt. Commander was rocked by the extensive amount of knowledge the clone had on himself and the two members of his team; but he was more startled by the straight forwardness of the clone and how quickly she was able to set him straight. A chuckle from behind worsened the effect but Joseph wasn’t dumb enough to provoke this particular female again; he underestimated her once and now…now he was curious.
“Of course Captain Fernandez, I apologize for over stepping my bounds.”
Jelena offered him a quick nod, “Is there anything else my crew needs to know for your security measures, Lt. Commander?”
“Yes”, and he seemed to gain a bit of his old haughty swagger back at the slight show of respect from the Captain but her dark brown eyes narrowed and wisely the Lt. Commander kept his words in check, “Please inform them that Cargo-holds C and D are off limits to all non-essential personnel; and that we may require the assistance of both Dr. Chen and Dr. Parker. If so, they are required to keep silent about anything and everything they see.”
“Understood Lt. Commander, I will inform the crew. If that is all; chow is at 0:130; please feel free to join us. Good day gentlemen.”
She turned to walk/waddle away, her too short panties revealing a great deal of her deliciously round ass, her sides bulging slightly from her swollen waist.
“Is it just me Lt. or do you have the urge to bend her over a table and fuck the shit out of her; hissed the mocha skinned Medical Officer?
Joseph grinned.
“LJ, you wanna fuck the shit outta everything”, chimed in the oldest of the trio, a tall, muscle bound soldier with salt-n-pepper hair, “but naw man, it ain’t just you!”
The Lt. Commander just nodded.

Jelena walked away slowly, knowing the three males would be far more interested in her rear than what she did with her hands. Pulling up her wrist-comm she spoke softly.
“Zoe, are you in Sec. Com. Yet?”
“Yes Captain”, the intuitive Lieutenant replied in a whisper.
“Close the main security cameras in Cargo-holds C and D but open up the secured camera feeds. I want eyes and ears on her guests. If the Company has us transporting anything…I don’t like surprises.”
“Yes Captain”, the Lt. Jr. Grade replied immediately.
Jelena clicked the circlet about her neck; the security boys had been given enough of a show. She joined the Brooke, Cindy and Grace as they continued to discuss the examination details.

The Command Deck of the Nostromo was spacious; the chairs designed for the ever expanding girth of her crew. Erica sat on the near the front of the ship; her triplets filled belly distended out between her wide spread thighs like a thirty pound chocolate skinned medicine ball, a massive holo-vid screen was alight before her with a split image; on one side was a beautiful, holographic image of a voluptuous, naked blonde, her belly ripe and swollen like the crews; the image MOTHER-1 preferred. On the other was the scene of thousands of asteroids, some small; the size of a hover car, others huge; the size of a city or state for that matter. It was a storm thousands of kilometers wide and long. It looked as if four or more planetary system had been destroyed, the debris was now caught in the gravitational pull of the system sun.
“Mother-1, optional trajectories to get around this meteor storm”, Erica asked to the holo-image, as the Command Deck doors hissed open and slowly Danni and Karlie entered the room, heading for their stations, followed by Sammie; now all covered in metal silver outfits, leaving Erica the only one out of uniform.
On the screen hundreds of scenarios flashed before Ericas’ eyes, relaying multiple possibilities that no human could understand if they were to look at it; it moved too fast.
“Mother-1, navigational modification; reverse out of the field and bring us to holding position, two thousand meters from the storm, record and hold options, alpha, delta, theta and omega; initiate.”
The sudden change of direction could be felt ship wide but the crew, trusting each other beyond anything a human could grasp, didn’t question or ask, they obediently did as their Captain had instructed. Twenty minutes later Captain Fernandez and Commander Westgate arrive on deck. All the ladies stood in salute.
“At ease people”, Jelena smiled.
“Report Lt. Commander Briano”, barked Brooke, absently rubbing her fecund belly, she was thirty six weeks along and feeling very heavy, a good forty-five pounds of extra life growing larger in her womb. Both noticed she was still out of uniform but the ship wasn’t run that strict.
Erica nodded and then turned to the vid screen as Mother-1 showed visuals as the navigations officer spoke.
“We’ve run across a massive asteroid storm, the largest I’ve ever seen. By the looks of it, one planet was destroyed here”, and the holographic screen showed the imagined system, “then the debris from that planet, following the gravitational pull of the sun, blew apart four to five other systems; creating this”, the screen changed and now the crew could see a literal wall of floating ice and space rock that was miles upon miles wide and thick.
“Captain, these must’ve been huge fucking systems.”
Jelena nodded.
“Options”, she asked, still looking at the screen.
“Mother-1 has saved four, safe scenarios but the best one is to wait. We caught a break and it looks like we are at the tail end of the storm; in about seventy-two to eighty hours, we’ll be about to continue forward. That delay in New Mecca saved our asses.”
Again the captain nodded. She agreed with her navigations officer without having to look at the saved options.
“Okay ladies, we have three days. I want full reports in half an hour. Cindy and Grace have a physical exam schedule set and we’ll go over it during chow. We also have three guests on board who have some…” she took a deep breath, “special requests from us. Commander Westgate, you have the helm.”
“Yes Ma’am”, they answered as one.

Chapter Two
Release

Minutes later Danni was squatting down, her legs spread wide and flexed as she recorded the last digital readouts from the Nostromos’ jump drive; Karlie, her keypad resting upon her ready to pop belly typed as Danni regurgitated numbers. Above them a red dot blinked on and off beneath a cover of dark colored domed glass, indicating one of the three security cameras found in the engine room.
Karlie glanced up at the cameras anxiously, her fingers typing swiftly and accurately despite the distraction.
“Danni…do you think Zoe has…”, and she let the question remain open.
The sensuously pregnant Lt. Commander stood; stretching out her legs to accentuate her own decently swollen belly, the triplets sitting heavy within the confining flesh. She tossed the camera a shrewd look and then winked.
“She’s probably fingered fucked herself till it hurt watching us Karlie”, as she now sauntered over towards the big bellied Ensign, “and since we have a bit of time on our hands…”
Karlie purred; shivering slightly as her superior, her exact physical copy, eased the keyboard off her fecund middle while caressing it with the other. Blindly her trembling fingers worked to deactivate the nano-tech suit.

Three decks above Zoe Campbell smiled as she watched her friend bend over the Ensign and bury her face between the sexy blondes fat butt cheeks.
“Are those two at it again”, a husky, sultry voice asked from behind.
“Give’ em a break Rachel, it’s been three months and you know how hormonal Zeta models get”, she sighed, rubbing her own massive belly a little too slowly. Pulling herself from the image of orally talented females on the screen Zoe began to look over the different images before her bright blue eyes; leaned back to give her triplets filled sphere breathing room.
Rachel, feeling as if she could pop any moment, her belly stuffed heavy with five new lives, groaned thankfully as she finally sat down; the nearly sixty five pound ball of explosively swollen pregnancy spreading her thighs wide, looking as if she could literally burst at any moment, but she paid very little attention to her discomfort as she began clinking randomly through life monitoring systems and different sensory displays; only stopping when a heat spike caught her attention.
“What the hell…”she gasped?
Zoe slid her chair over, her eyes taking in the strange sight before her Ensign. It was an infra-red vid shot of Cargo-hold D. Three of the images were very clear; the Weyland-Yutani guards left onboard. The other four were not what either of the two females had expected. Four bodies, clearly pregnant by the white hot glow of their monstrously swollen bellies; even on the small display screen the females looked ready to pop, were all laying down, probably still in their life pods; as one of the guards moved through them.
Spinning around the Chief of Security turned her secure monitors onto the cargo bay, wisely setting the system to record and now the pair watched as the black guardsman slowly and thoroughly examined each of the massively, impossibly pregnant females; clones each, easily recognizable by the sheer size of their bellies.
“Fuck me Lt., they’re pushing the limits of that Beta model”, Rachel spoke of the cute looking, long faced blonde; her poor belly a monstrously distended mountain of flesh, stretchmarks littering the over burdened sphere that they could visible see quivering with pressure.
“They’re pushing all those models to their max potentials. How many are they carrying for Heaven’s sake?”
“Want to alert the Captain?”
Zoe thought about it for a second.
“No. Mother-1…”
“Yes”, replied a soft feminine voice.
“Please record all data on Cargo Holds Capo and Delta. Save on secure feeds with release codes received only from Lt. Jr. Grade Zoe Campbell or Captain Jelena Fernandez. Code OO-DL77X. Confirm?”
There was silence for a moment.
“Pass code confirmed. Recording in progress. Thank you Zoe.”
“Thank you Mother-1.”
Rachel looked at the vibrantly blonde female curiously.
“We’re not suppose to see what our Company boys are doing down there. If something happens; it’s on myself and the Captain…not you. Understood Ensign Janice?”
“Yes Ma’am”, Rachel said softly, fully understanding they were possibly witnessing something that could get the entire crew in dangerous trouble.

An hour later the crew of the Nostromo waddled into the massive cafeteria; each swollen and wonderfully ripe with pregnancy. The first to arrive was the Command crew; the Captain, Commander Westgate with Lt. Commander Briano and Lt. Smith. Next were Lt. Commander Chen, Specialist Parker and a slightly flushed Lt. Commander Smith and Ensign Smith. Then arrived the three guests to the ship; Lt. Commander Perez along with Lieutenants Peterson and Johnson. Last but not least, Lt. Jr. Grade Campbell and Ensign Janice; each sporting side-arms sheathed at the thigh.
They moved and slid into designated seats, talking lightly and offering curious glances to the three men as half a dozen androgenic androids began exiting the galley; unloading platters of food. The girls looked upon the growing mountain of food wide-eyed, as did the three soldiers. Grace explained, her hands stroking the monstrous globe of her pregnancy.
“I am sorry to do this so soon ladies but unlike us, the cargo we hold has been starved for three months; literally feeding off the last stores we had”, the Company men offering each other confused glances, but the clones all nodded understandingly, “so…we have three months of catching up to do today and then I put you all on regulatory diets. Cindy has the exam schedules, they are being downloaded to your wrist comms as we speak. Eat up ladies.”
She then looked at the three confused males, even as the droids delivered meals to them and the clones began to dig in, eating as anyone else would, though not three months work in one sitting.
“I apologize for the inconvenience gentlemen, but it would take far too long to explain.”
The ladies ate silently, devouring one plate, then loading up another; just to devour it as well. Finishing far faster than the ladies the Company men watched in shocked amazement as the females gorged themselves. After about forty minutes of solid eating they noticed the subtle changes; the softening of cheeks, the slow but steadily increasing heaviness in the breasts, a gentle thickening of the hips, thighs and butts but mostly the expansion of the already massive bellies most of the girls had.
It took nearly two hours of steady feeding before the meal was complete. Each female looked absolutely stuffed; to a point where if they had been human their bellies would have burst but the clones were designed to metabolize food quickly; storing it as fat and energy within moments of consumption, which was why the guards could visibly see them fatten up. What stunned the Lt. Commander and his men more was how utterly sexy and beautiful they all were; now fuller, ripened to perfection after the meal. Captain Fernandez stood; her middle noticeably rounder, the once big sphere was huge, gurgling softly beneath the silver nanites skin of her uniform.
Okay, okay people”, Brooke, looking incredibly softer, almost sweet compared to her normally beautifully haughty self, stood up; stroking her mammoth pregnancy; the ready-to-drop with triplets sized orb now appeared to have swelled a full foot further out before her making her distended middle look explosively tight and full.
“Reports before the Captain speaks; Erica…”
The Lt. Commander heaved herself from her seat; her dark skin a stark contrast to the shine of her silver suite, the size of her gravity impressive, the beach ball of her belly a near perfect sphere on her plumper frame, her huge breasts jiggling as moved, enacting her wrist computer to pull up the digital display Mother-1 had saved from the Command Deck. The lights dimmed and a halo-vid of the space system they had entered appeared on screen.
“Currently we are a week’s travel from the Hadley’s’ Hope Orbital Platform station above LV-426. The system we need to pass through has suffered a cataclysmic change; at least five planetary systems had been destroyed”, the silence of the room making the statement more ominous, “creating the largest asteroid field witnessed by any living being. This being said, while Mother-1 is recording the event the sudden change in this galaxy has caused us to have to delay are travels at least seventy two to eighty hours. The gravitational pull of the sun has caused a massive meteor storm, and has the meteorites moving at speeds far faster than the Nostromo can manage. It would take days, even weeks to safely traverse the field; but if we simply wait for it to pass, three to four days is all we would have to wait.”
She clicked off the halo-vid and the lights turned up as she carefully settled into her seat.
“So ladies” and it was obvious Brooke was not including the three guests in this conversation, “we have three days to make sure we have this ship ready to move as soon as the storm has safely moved on. Under stood?”
“Yes Ma’am”, the subordinates of the crew replied.
“Okay, Danni…’
Wondrously stuffed, Danni looked packed with food and young, her rotund, heavily distended belly literally quivering with fullness; her fattened frame had developed splendidly; quite obvious as she panted softly with the effort of getting her amazing girth upright.
“A check of all systems; hyper-drive and main LCR drive are functioning perfectly. The primary and secondary shield generators are function at one hundred percent. There was no hull damage received by our brief encounter with the storm.”
With a quick salute and nod to the Commander, Danni sat back down.
“Zoe…”
The soft, gentle appearing blonde pushed herself from her seat; her womb full with three big, healthy lives, her belly so engorged with food it hurt; Zoe looked ready to burst. Her midsection had looked large despite that she was only a mere thirty one weeks heavy with triplets but now, after gorging on three month’s worth of food…Zoe looked as if she could explode; meaning those larger and further along looked much, much bigger.
“There is little to report Commander. All decks are clear. Outer hull…clear; as Danni said, no damage. The only rooms not accounted for” and she looked directly at the Weyland-Yutani men, “are Cargo-hold C and D; per the Captains’ orders.”
“Understood Lt. Campbell; we will be briefed on that situation shortly. Sammie…”
The luscious, statuesque female stood, her deep auburn air falling about her back and shoulders, spreading out over her breasts. She had already looked pleasantly plump before the feeding and now she just looked ripe and tender, her twins sized belly looked as if she would pop hugely with triplets. It was hard to fathom that only two lives grew within the tight confines of her womb.
“I haven’t been able to communicate with either Hadley’s Hope or the relay station at New Mecca. The gravity well caused by the storm has negated all primary communications and sub-space transmissions. Pure data streams could get through but the neither outposts are equipped for such a relay…only”, and she paused for a moment, “only Resurrection Ships have that capability.”
With the quick salute, she lowered her girth into her chair.
“Thank you ladies”, she spoke quickly, Brooke not wanting anyone to dwell on Sammie’s last words, “the Captain has a few words. Captain…”
Brooke turned to Jelena and saluted; then took her appropriate seat.

Captain Fernandez stood; her middle noticeably rounder, the once big sphere was huge; she looked far more pregnant, far more amazing than one a mere five to six months pregnant with triplets; the close to bursting orb gurgling softly beneath the silver nanites formed skin of her uniform.
“Now ladies”, she said warmly, her meal calming her animosity towards the three soldiers “we have some guests aboard for this trip and after their introduction, they would like to give us some information the security measures for Cargo Holds C and D.”
Lt. Commander Perez stood, his eyes looking over each of the amazingly sensuous females, all now leaning back or sitting with legs spread wide to accommodate their new, incredibly fecund bellies. Despite their fullness; each one looked at him attentively and though he had been shrewd and rather biased towards the Captain before, the way she had stood up to him before kept him in check.
“Ladies, thank you for allowing us passage aboard your ship. The details of our mission are classified but before I get into that, introductions are in order. I am Lt. Commander Joseph Perez, TAC Officer and team leader of the Specialized Research and Develop Security Force. My team”, and both the larger, older male and the shorter African American stood at attention, “Lt. Charles Peterson, Weapons Specialist and Lt. Lawrence Johnson, Medical Officer.”
Both soldiers saluted and then sat down.
“As I said before, our mission parameters are highly classified and as such, we require that no unauthorized personnel aside from my team members go into or investigate Cargo-holds C or D; that includes video surveillance from your security”, his eyes falling on Zoe.
“The Captain has already instructed me to close all video feeds from the cargo bays and erase all saved data from Mother-1’s core memory.”
He eyed her for a moment, trying to see if the female would show any signs that she was being false, but Zoe didn’t and in this case wouldn’t; for she did in fact do exactly what she had told him, knowing that he would send one of his officers to confirm the story. Wisely she had sealed the secondary security measures that had been added to the Nostromo years ago when something like this had forced the crew to lockdown areas of the ship. Jelena wanted eyes everywhere; not to watch the crew but to keep them informed and safe if the Company requested them to perform missions such as this.
Conceding that the Lt. Jr. Grade wasn’t lying to him Joseph continued.
“At some point we may require the assistance of Dr. Chen and Dr. Parker. Some of our…cargo is at a rather delicate stage and Lt. Johnson is not as skilled in this arena as your medical staff is. When this happens you will each be briefed individually and only on a need to know basis. Aside from these few requests; we will stay out of your way and offer any help you may want or need for your daily operations.”
Joseph then nodded to the Captain who rose again.
“I give the floor to Dr. Chen.”
Cindy stood; her gravid belly amazingly round, a perfect sphere of fertility beneath the silver nanite covering. Her breasts sat heavy on her fecund swell; like Sammie, Cindy hardly looked as if she were merely pregnant with twins; her over stuffed belly merely accentuating the point. She glanced at
Grace as she stood; awed by the unimaginable size the females’ belly was. Many of the crew looked as if they were close to bursting but Grace…she looked as if she were in the process; her inhuman gravidity; obviously larger than it had been earlier was visibly quivering with expectancy; the gorgeous female leaning back, slowly breathing as her body processed the amazing amount of food she consumed, literally fattening up before the crews eyes. Composing her thoughts Cindy directed her words to the ladies of the Nostromo.
“Okay, as you were told before, exams and diets have been downloaded to your personal wrist sets. A quick rundown of the schedule goes like this; Ensigns Smith and Janice, you will head directly to Med-Lab after this meeting. Commander Westgate and Lt. Commander Smith, we will see you at 07:00.
Tomorrow, 09:00, Lt. Commander Briano and Lt. Jenkins. 13:00, Captain Fernandez and Lt. Jr. Grade Campbell. Dr. Parker” and Grace gave her a bemused glace “tomorrow after dinner, 17:00.”
“Understood”, the gravid beauty responded.
“Everyone, you will have six scheduled meals tomorrow, as well as full dietary supplements delivered to your rooms. You know the drill ladies…time to fatten up!”
There was a shared groan from the females but everyone went silent once the Captain rose to her feet.
“Okay everyone, your duty rosters have been set to accommodate the physical exams set by the doctors. Six hour shifts have been set. I want everything ready by 03:00 and then a skeleton crew till 08:00. Check your schedules to see who’s on for the late night tonight. Everyone dismissed.”
With slight groans and hisses, the chairs creaked as the ladies heaved their girths from their seats and headed to their respective stations. Joseph approached the Captain.
“Is there anything you need from us Captain?”
She thought it over for a moment and then offered him a smile.
“You and your men are free to move about the ship. Welcome aboard.”

The examinations of Rachel and Karlie went well. Grace handled Rachel; the dark red haired beauty’s belly was next biggest next to her own; tightly swollen with five offspring and nearing her last three to four weeks, the gravid orb looked ready to explode. Stretchmarks wrapped around the fecund swell; literally marking its enormous size for the Ensign had been naked for the examination. She was dabbing the dark, erect nubs of her nipples with cloth, they were still dribbling a bit after grace had mercifully milked the bloated orbs.
“Everything looks good, Rachel. Your measuring roughly sixty inches around; pretty big but considering the weight of the five little ones; it’s fine, They’re about twelve pounds each right now but by the end of your fortieth to forty second week, their weight will anywhere from fourt33n to fift33n pounds.”
“Wow”, whispered the green eyed female, her full lips blowing out an awed sigh, “this is the biggest I’ve ever been!”
“You’re doing great. Currently you’re weighing in at a good 276 lbs. but I want you to be at least three hundred and twenty to three hundred and thirty by the end of the term. That’s almost an extra fifty to sixty pounds but nearly all of it will be in here”, the enormously pregnant doctor soothed, patting Rachels’ mammoth middle. She continued with the last of the measurements.
“Your bustline is about forty two inches; each of the girls is a hefty six and a half pounds; you’re gonna have to milk them at least twice a day or it’s going to get a bit tight and very uncomfortable”, and as she spoke, one of the androids from the galley was serving as an assistant; collecting all the supplements and products that the Ensign would need over the remainder of the journey.
“Um…Grace…I have one other question”, and the sensuous female smiled knowingly at the blushing Ensign. The clones were designed and programmed with all the basic human traits and needs and reactions any pregnant female would go through or experience, it was up to the individual clones on how they reacted; just like a human. Hormones flowed through the just same for these hormonal changes were important to the fetal development; so certain needs were sometimes evident, even for a clone.
“We’re designed to safely handle any…physical needs we may have, but our choices are limited; though our guests may be persuaded to give you a hand it that area; we do know Karlie and Danni have found a way to ease the tension and if you need, I can program one of the droids to help.”
Pink faced Rachel nodded, “Thanks Doc.”
With the androids assistance, Rachel was up on her feet a few minutes later, easing her foot into gravity boot as her suit formed about her gravid frame; the nanites moving far faster having warmed up.
Karlie, already in her thirty-ninth week was fast approaching the point of permanent bed rest. Her uterus was already dilated two inches and to make sure she delivered at the specified weight the Ensign would possibly have to be removed from the full duty roster. The pregnant female weighed in close to 290 lbs. with four thirt33n pounders stuffing her petite frame; meaning she still had to gain an additional forty pounds in just fetal weight for the four to reach the fift33n pound mark. Her belly was already sixty four inches around, close to five and a half feet; yet she and Rachel would have to basically stuff themselves every meal to meet the doctor’s requirements.
Cindy was escorting her out of Med-Lab two as Grace was cleaning up.
“I will talk to the Captain about decreasing your work load. By the time we reach Hadley’s Hope you’ll have to be on bed rest okay Ensign?”
“Yes Ma’am”, Karlie said, her lips in a full smile as she waddled out of the office, her hands stroking the monstrous orb before her as silver nanites flowed over the vast fecundity; behind her and android carried a large bag of supplies.
“She’ll be on bed rest before then”, Cindy said softly; watching the wide naked backside waddle away.
“So will Rachel, she’s about ready to pop…though she’s only dilated an inch, which is a good sign.”
It was decided that Brooke needed to gain about seventy more pounds before her due date which obviously annoyed the Commander but it was a small matter. Danni also needed to gain more, sixt33n pounds was the desired weight for her young. Humans born in deep and heavy space needed to be bigger or the pressure would simply crush them; despite the fact they would be within the walls of a space station.
It was only 09:00 hundred but the heavily pregnant clones needed rest, their stamina was far greater than a humans but it was not everlasting. Only Erica, Zoe and Sammie were scheduled for the remainder of the day; to be relieved at 18:00 by other members of the crew. Most of the crew went to bed but Grace, after another visit to the galley, stayed up, going over the charts of the crew. So lost in her thoughts the lovely female hardly noticed the android leave Med-lab.

Lt. Johnson, LJ to the others attached the feed tube to Unit One’s gorgeous face, easing it between her soft lips and then turned it on. He watched as the cute brunette; designation Leigh; swelled noticeably after twenty minutes or so of feeding. She reminded the Lt. of the Nostromos’ massively pregnant doctor, Grace; the sheer size of the girls’ belly was astounding; a giant round mountain of stretchmark littered flesh; packed tight with eight lives. He couldn’t fathom what would happen to her once the experiment began nor could he dream of how big she’d get swollen with the hybrid eggs; a sight he had seen almost dozen times with countless clones but something about the Alpha models, especially this one, just looking at her get fatter and fatter before his very eyes was making him get excited. He was surrounded by gorgeous, full bellied clones; sensuous and sexy; it was why he volunteered for this mission, but the Lt. Commander had said no fraternizing with the crew nor was he to awaken any of the Breeder Units unless necessary. With a quick glance to see if Joseph or Carl were watching he dared a gentle stroke of the taunt, beautifully tight fecundity before him. LJ sighed softly as he let his hand ease over the fulsome orb, feeling the wonderfully smooth, incredibly taunt skin of the beautiful clone. Reluctantly he removed pulled away and the beep of the feeding system echoed out. LJ freed the tube and cleaned up before closing Unit Ones’ life-pod and moving over towards Kimberley, Unit Two.

Zoe panned in the sight, watching curiously as the young officer stole a gentle caress of the poor females’ monstrously bloated belly.
“Well, that’s something isn’t it”, she whispered quietly to herself? The Captain would be very interested in that.

As the Company men followed as their orders demanded in Cargo-hold D, a small compartment below Cargo-hold C opened up, showing the basic control wires to the cryogenic system taking up the bay. Lithe ghostly white hands easily and skillfully undid some of the primary wiring and while simultaneously entering a complex binary virus into the systems primary memory core, a virus that once initiated would set into motion a dangerous set of events because not only would it affect both cargo bays but the primary security systems of the Nostromo, blinding the crew to the horror the debilitating program would soon unleash. It took seconds for saboteur to complete the object. The Company would get its way and not even the secured cameras Zoe had placed all around the ship would catch this.

The next day began much like it had ended. Brooke hissed softly as Cindy moved the cool gel over her belly as she took a sonogram of the Commanders’ taunt gravidity. Her skin was creamy with only few stretchmarks despite her size, the nearly nine months swollen sphere; heavy with three offspring that were already at fift33n pounds each made Brooke look far bigger than a normal human bearing normal triplets. Cindy did a few more tests then went over the exams results.
Brooke was hardly happy to hear that at nearly 240 lbs.; mostly contained in her incredibly distended belly and milk heavy breasts, she would still have to gain another forty pounds to get the young within at an ideal deep space birth weight.
“Dammit Cindy, I feel like I’m gonna explode already! Another forty pounds and I’m certain I will!
“Stop complaining Brooke”, chided the gorgeous doctor, “for one, you’ll be on permanent bed rest in a week so gaining the weight will be easy; two”, and she shot a glance at Grace who was filling out the last few measurements from Danni, the laptop she was using rested on the behemoth mountain of silver coated belly spread between her thighs, “poor Grace still has to gain another twenty within the week!”
The Commander was silent as she waddled out, her eyes wide; followed closely by one of the assisting androids.
“You told her didn’t you”, Grace playfully accused?
“Whatever do you mean”, was the equally cryptic reply?

The galley was full by midday. Rachel; who had finally decided she couldn’t put anymore food in her distended middle without suffering painfully consequences watched Zoe and Karlie who were stuffing themselves senseless. Rachel was thinking about the brief conversation and suggestions Grace had given her about relieving her bodily needs as she looked over Karlies’ delightfully swollen body and was considering how to bring it up when LJ walked in alone and after what she had heard from Zoe earlier that morning her full lips slowly curled up into a mischievous and cunning smile.
The sensuous and extremely full red head stood, her gravid waist bulging with five fat young looked even larger after the huge meal. Zoe watched her with mild curiosity as she cleaned her fifth plate, her own swollen sphere groaning softly as it was packed tightly with food. Karlie giggled between bites as she watched her massively gravid friend approach the young, attractive soldier. The conversation was brief but both Zoe and Karlie had a hard time holding in their laughter as Rachel commanded the nanite suit to spread away from her incredibly fecund belly; accentuating the sheer size of her pregnancy to LJ whose eyes literally looked like they would honestly pop out of his head. Moments later the pair was strolling out of the galley, talking pleasantly and by the quick wink Rachel shot them it was obvious what the ready-to-drop Ensign had in mind.
“Well…that was fast”, purred Karlie as Zoe erupted in a huge, deep from her belly, laugh!”
“It…it was”, she struggled to bring herself together, “the docs’ …suggestion”, Zoe exclaimed breathlessly”, that…or trying to get you or Danni in the sack!”
Karlie spit her juice out over her own fat, hugely gravid swell; her amber colored eyes wide with embarrassment. Zoe lost it again, howling with laughter.

On the Command Deck, Captain Fernandez watched the holo-vid of the storm as Erica kept track of it, massive planet destroying rocks passed the Nostromo by mere meters; the skilled navigator moving the slow ship further back as the huge asteroids took an dangerous spin after a solar flare changed their magnetic pull.
“Erica, how close?”
“We’ll have to move close to a hundred miles back Captain; that flare changed the course of the storm so it’s now curving back towards us rather than following a straight line towards the sun. I can keep us away from it as long as no more flares or solar winds kick up!”
“Okay, set Mother-1 a course directive and then you get down to Med-lab; Cindy will skin you alive if you’re late!”
The dark skinned beauty nodded, her fingers moving rapidly across her keyboard and then she heaved herself up from her chair as Jelena waddled over to Samantha.
“You too Sammie, get down to Grace. This is an order, not a suggestion.”
Sammie patted her bigger than twins sized belly affectionately and pushed herself up from the Communications station.
“Will you be okay Jelena”, the sensuous red head asked softly, her face as close to the Captains’ as their equally pregnant spheres would allow? Jelena stroked the cheek of her long time friend; the first member of her crew.
“I’ll be fine. Brooke will be here soon and the examinations are only an hour. Now go.”
Sammie smiled, taking the Captains’ hand and kissing it softly. Then, as ordered, she waddled off the bridge. Jelena watched the shapely female go before gently lowering herself into the Captains’ chair, her eyes following the Nostromos’ progress while her mind was on her communications officers’ wondrously gravid body and all the things she could do with it!

LJ groaned as Rachels’ mouth slid down his thickness; the soldiers’ fatigues were around his ankles as he leaned against the stack of crates in one of the lower level storage rooms. With twelve decks and room for more than three hundred crew members though only holding eleven active officers; the amount of unused space on the Nostromo was staggering and useful as he groaned against the oral assault of the clone.
He knew how the hormonal changes affected the clones in extreme ways since they were designed and programmed to go through extraordinary pregnancies; he also knew they were given exceptional skills in the area of sex sense they were designed to not only please but to reproduce and as such LJ was not surprised by Rachels’ methods, though he had been startled when she told him that the massively fecund Grace had suggested he would be willing to help her in relieving her sexual urges. Had he been that obvious?
Squatted low in front of the soldier, the Ensigns’ monstrous swell ballooned out before her, looking like a distended mountain of soft, creamy, flesh between his legs; the gravid sphere littered in stretchmarks to accentuate its’ size, her milk swollen breasts wobbling wildly about her shelf of a belly as he head bobbed too and fro on the engorged muscle

Squatted low in front of the soldier, the Ensigns’ monstrous swell ballooned out before her, looking like a distended mountain of soft, creamy, flesh between his legs; the gravid sphere littered in stretchmarks to accentuate its’ size, her naked milk swollen breasts wobbled wildly about her shelf of a belly, the stiffened nipples dark and puffy as dribbled creamy droplets while her head bobbed too and fro on the soldiers’ engorged muscle. Completely nude, save for her gravity boots, the silver circlet and her wrist-com; LJ could full see the softness of her pale skin, the fullness of her round, fat ass now bubbled out behind her in her current position, her thick legs flexed as they held her incredible weight in perfect balance, the gentle rolls of plumpness on the sides of her massive pregnancy; each meaty ounce jiggled lightly with her movements, accentuating the wondrous curves of her body.
Rachel used her hands to stroke the impressive length of his manhood; salvia lubricating her efforts as her tongue worked over the tip. The soldier gripped the unsteady boxes tightly as her oral expertise brought him to the brink in moments. She let one spit coated hand slip down to his scrotum, cupping and coaxing his cum laden sack to the point of cruelty, sweat rolling down in fat beads over his temple.
LJ was desperately trying to concentrate; he was so hoping to slide himself into her hot, moist depths; to feel her sex spread over his thickness as he caressed her gorgeously, swollen belly, to feel the tight flesh of her expanded sphere beneath his fingertips, it would be amazing. Foolishly he closed his eyes, letting his thoughts wonder as her mouth and hands worked his groin until he was throbbing in her grasp.
Her eyes, beautiful emeralds looked up brightly at her hopeful means of salvation but dimmed just as quickly as she could visibly see his resolve melting away, his body stiffen with every stroke and lick on this thick, shivering sex. He wasn’t going to be able to last much longer.
“You’re not ready for me… are you soldier boy”, she teased, taunting him with every slow, deliberate stroke? His teeth clenched tightly together as he tried to hold off the inevitable. No he wasn’t, both of them knew that! Rachel sighed and before LJ could muster the strength to answer her, he felt her lips on his thickness and like satin pulling across his flesh the feeling was so perfect his resolve broke and with a desperate groan he climaxed, cum erupting heavily down her throat. Rachel almost hungrily swallowed up every drop, purring softly to force a secondary eruption until the poor man’s legs seemed too weak to hold him.
Licking her lips, Rachel stood, her massive belly pressing into his sore, empty and limp member and then into his toned gut; her weight holding him up; her green eyes boring into his half open light brown orbs.
“Thanks for trying big guy…maybe…um…maybe next time”, and even though her tone was light he could feel the edge on her voice.
“Aw…um…Rachel, I’m…I…” he stammered but she held up her finger to quiet him. No excuses she thought! With frustrated groan, Rachel pushed off LJ, tapped her circlet and slowly waddled out of the room; leaving the Company Lieutenant dejected but extremely satisfied, even as he slid to the floor.

Lithe, ghost white hands punched the keypad of the remote data portal with unerring speed and efficiency.
“Mother-1…initiate command DD-E1241-OO8-BREED.”
“Command received…initiating…BREED protocols launched…system release command…initiated… security deactivation command…initiated…cryogenic control override…received override approval…cryogenic system command reset…open lockdown…in progress…
Life Maintenance and Sustaining Pods…location Cargo-Hold D…control override…override Unit One..received…override Unit Two received…override Unit Three received…override Unit Four…received…revitalization of organic subjects in progress…release countdown begin…release in 45:00 minutes…shutdown of all full systems…countdown begin…shutdown in 48:00 minutes…systems slated for deactivation…communications, navigation, primary engines, all security systems…primary records to be erased in Dump File THW22-77-1, secondary records to be transmitted on secure line to….classified status…initiating program…”
“Thank you Mother-1”
The lithe hands slid the remote data portal in the small airlock and then closed and sealed the hatch. They eased over the over the release function and waited with inhuman patients until the refuge system opened ten minutes later and the deft fingers signaled the release. The remote portal floated away moments later with the rest of the garbage.





It was nearing midday, the ships’ status, fully functional. The actions of the crew were now in full swing. The Command Deck was relatively busy despite the lack of things to do, Brooke; her massive belly bulging out splendidly before her, sat in the Captains’ chair; Jelena had a prior obligation; Sammie was stationed at the Communications console, still working on getting a transmission through the magnetic field created by the storm, while Erica continued to monitor the Nostromos’ progress; Mother-1had the massive starship nearly out of harm’s way, another hour or so and the greatest danger would be by them; the impact from smaller chunks of space rock could be absorbed by the shields.
Karlie was once again assigned to duties on the Command Deck; her ready -to-pop gravidity a planet between her thick thighs. Since her appointment with Cindy only a few hours before, the girl had managed to get even bigger; her face was softer, her belly…unbelievably distended; though the fact she had gorged herself for the last thirty minutes on the most fattening of foods did little to help matters. She was assigned to keep a steady stream of communications between Erica and Danni to make sure the engines were not being overloaded and that the shields were holding. It had been sometime sine the Nostromo had to do any serious maneuvers; so it was a necessity that Erica maintain a speed that would not overly tax the older modeled cruiser.
“How’s she holding up Lt. Commander”, sighed Karlie; she hated being formal but Brooke was a tight ass when she was left in charge.
“Everything’s…bzzz…ill in the green. Let Erica kn …bzzz… she has room…bzzz… play”, was the static reply. That was unusual, the internal communications had been improved ten-fold by Sammie.
“Dan…Lt. Commander, are your com-systems okay, I’m getting a bit of static on our end.”
Sammie swiveled her chair around and with a big heaving effort, rose her swollen body to its feet and waddled over to Karlie. The Ensign passed her the headpiece without hesitation.
“Danni”, Sammie spoke as soon as the ear-mic was in, “can you hear me?”
“Just…bzzzz…arely…bzzzz…lots…bzzz…ic!”
The gorgeous clone frowned, her beautiful brow creasing in the middle.
“Commander,” Sammie asked quickly, “permission to leave the bridge?”
Brooke, though not everyone’s favorite was a very good Commander, part of the reason why Jelena had opted to keep her aboard despite her crews lack of enthusiasm for her.
“I heard, go and check it out Sammie. I want to know if this just in engineering or ship wide!”
“Yes Ma’am!”
“Karlie, keep checking in with Danni; let me know if we lose her!”
“Yes Ma’am!”

Rachel sat in the Security Station, her fingers drumming the tight, taunt flesh of her belly. It had only been half an hour or so since she had given LJ one of her best blow-jobs; only to be let down when stupid soldier blew his load too soon! Now she was so worked up she could hardly concentrate; the only design flaw the clones had; with the exceptional pregnancies; the hormonal activity was also heightened. Rachel looked at the screens haphazardly and though her senses were more acute than any human, even she; her thoughts clouded with more lewd and sensuous distractions; missed the subtle activity the hidden security camera revealed in Cargo-Hold C.

The room was dark; almost lightless save for the data port control pad for the cryogenic chamber and the supporting equipment that literally filled the hold. It was lifeless…except for a stream of preset commands that now danced across the small screen of the data port.
“Command protocols…BREED…initiated. Locking controls…released…revitalization…in progress…”
It would be hard to notice the changes; only in the infra-red spectrum would anyone see cool chamber begin to reheat and thaw its’ prisoner. In the darkness, no one would see the vacuum sealed door break its seal, or hear the soft hiss as the musty, alien air spilled out.
Joseph opened the huge double doors of Cargo-hold C and waited impatiently as they slowly split open. With an arrogant nonchalance he stepped, clicked on his flashlight and looked around the chamber. The lieutenant never stepped on foot inside the hold, if he had, Joseph Perez would have seen the small breach, low to the floor and hidden by thick hoses; he could have smelled the sickly sweet musk of the unfiltered air, more importantly, he could have read the release command now rolling across the screen of the data port. He didn’t. The doors closed softly behind him as the door to the cryogenic-chamber opened completely.

Jelena waddled down the dark halls of the lower decks, the dim lights casting an eerie glow over the chamber. She had received the cryptic message from Zoe earlier that morning but had to push it back until her examination with Grace was over. Damn that girl wanted her to get fat; another eighty pounds to get her twins close to sevent33n pounds each; they already felt like bowling balls in her belly; each at close to ten pounds in her gravid waist. With a sigh the Captain of the Nostromo took a left, a right and another left until she reached the correct door. The hatch opened to reveal Zoe, her long blonde hair flowing down the back of a chair, one hand stroking her fecund middle, the other fingering a keypad.
“So what do we have Zoe”, Jelena asked when she joined her Warrant Officer in the secondary Security station that was not on the original designs for the commercial vessel? The very swollen female swiveled in her chair and clicked on the multiple video displays.
“Mother-1, release code OO-DL77X.”
“Code confirmed Zoe. Initiating surveillance feed.”
Multiple images blinked to life on the various screens. Normally it would be very difficult for any one person to view all the images, each one showing a two hour display; per preprogrammed specifications the videos were running at an increased speed, nearly ten times normal. The clones could watch this easily; they were designed to handle multiple tasks and take in excessive amounts of data. So Zoe and Jelena were absorbing every moment that had passed over the last three months in the duel cargo-holds.
When the image of Lt. Johnson opening the first life pod; the exact same image that Zoe had witnessed earlier that morning; Jelena gasped, her dark brown eyes going wide, just as her Warrant Officers’ had.
“What in the hell is the Company thinking”, she hissed angrily, fearfully, “Alpha models, Beta models…they’re not designed to get that big; extremes like that could kill the offspring!”
“I know Captain, it gets weirder!”
As the minutes passed the pair watched as Lt. Johnson moved a large vat full of some jelly-like substance with a slender hose attached to its tip.
“These happened late last night”, Zoe narrated as the dark skinned Lt. began feeding the unconscious females; slowly fattening them up with liquefied meal.
“My…they’ll be too big to move if they reach the proper weight. That one looks like she’ll burst any second”, the astonishment in the Captains’ voice was edged with fury!
“That may be the point Jelena.
They fell silent as Weyland-Yutani Medical Officer began his examinations.

Grace lay naked on the exam table, her massive belly littered with deep colored stretchmarks across her taunt, tight, honey colored skin. She looked astonishing, marvelous, and ready to explode; and yet she still had three to four more weeks to go and she still hadn’t reached the ideal birth weight yet. Each of the young she carried were near to eleven or twelve pounds each, they needed to be close to fift33n to safely be born; meaning Grace was going to be on an all food diet; the more, the better.
“Well, my plump little lady; you’re waddling in at around 350 lbs., a lot to hold for a five foot four inch frame”, Cindy said with a smile, “You need to be close to four hundred ten to four hundred fift33n at forty weeks; bustline measures close to forty one inches, the ladies weigh around seven pounds each and you are currently measuring at seventy inches around; damn near six feet.”
The gorgeous Asian let her eyes close, her fingers softly caressing the bloated sides of her monstrous gravidity. She took a deep breath.
“And the good news is?”
Cindy smiled, gently stroking the great fecund mountain of tight, taunt flesh.
“The good news is the fetal growth is right on track, you are already two centimeters dilated and as of this moment you are on permanent bed rest.”
Grace looked at her wearily.
“You’ll need the help!”
“I’ll enlist the young Lt. Commander Johnson to assist me. You’re going to go into labor too soon if you don’t get some rest. I already have the droids preparing your dinners! You’re new job Grace…is to simply get fat!”
Even though her dark eyes narrowed menacingly, her full lipped smile was genuine. Minutes later, Grace was ponderously waddling down towards her quarters, followed by one of the galley droids bearing a crate of necessary prenatal supplements and necessities.

Sammie had just stepped out of the turbo-lift on deck six when the lights flickered spastically. She looked up for a moment and waited to see if they gave the strange shudder again but nothing happened. Her brow creased again and she hurried as swiftly as her swollen body allowed towards engineering. Moments later the doors opened and Sammie could see the lower half of Danni, her wondrously distended, triplets’ filled belly along with her thickened thighs jutted out from beneath the main consol of the Engine Department.
“Hey Danni, it’s me; what’s going on?”
“I lost all communications down here about two minutes ago!”
Sammie moved over to the consol, straddling the fecund body beneath her as she worked a few diagnostics with swift and easy measure.
“Fuck me”, she whispered.
With a grunt, Danni eased her pregnant frame out beneath her.
“What…” she asked, looking up at the swollen under belly of Sammie, seeing only the dark shadow of the sphere”…what the hell is it Sammie!?”
“We…we’ve…virus”, was all she could stammer out!
Danni’s eyes went wide.
“Fuck me!”

The two clones were so preoccupied with the strange activity with the four dangerously pregnant clones; they almost most missed the up-to-date activities in Cargo-Hold C. Not until Zoe saw the heat sudden heat spike!
“Captain…did you see…”, but at that very moment the images quivered for a moment on the screen, the lights flickered again and then suddenly went all went black. Almost immediately the auxiliary lights kicked in, casting the room in an eerie red glow, the blast doors all automatically open; a safety measure for the inner structure of the ship for the Nostromo was designed in two layers; one, the outer hull was designed to collapse in upon itself to seal any openings in case of a hull breech; the inner hull, which housed the and all primary stations was designed to open; giving the crew the capability to regroup if necessary. It was an old method but the very pregnant females of the massive ship were quite thankful for; they could hear the backup power humming to life; meaning they had life support and maneuvering engines only! Considering the proximity they were from the storm when Jelena had received Ericas’ last report, she prayed the shields hadn’t dropped.
“Mother-1, what’s going on? Mother-1 report”, commanded Jelena!
“S…system e…error…v…virus de…detected…shutting…down…all prim…mary functions…”
“Mother-1 full shutdown of al primary systems before the virus compromises anything, initiate; command DD1-77-OOP release!”
“C…command received…shutdown initiated.”
The onboard computer fell silent. Zoe turned to regard her Captain as she activated her wrist-comm.
“All hands report!”
Static filtered over her com-link. She could see the worry in her officers’ eyes and knew Zoe could see the same fear in her own.
“All hands report!”
“Captain”, Zoe said unsteadily, “with Mother-1 down…?”
“Get the handheld units. Head to Command Deck. I need to get Cindy and Grace to Cargo-hold D. Those girls are ready to pop and once out of the stasis of those life pods…”
Both knew there was no need to go into further explanation. Pulling open a small compartment on her left, a dozen small handheld radios gleamed shiny in the red light. Zoe handed one to Jelena, unattached the drawer and then heaved herself free of the seat. She lowered herself carefully in a squat; her huge belly bulging insanely between her thickened thighs, grabbed the radios and then stood with amazing balance and strength. She then opened a side drawer and pulled out two Wellington 40. Caliber sidearms and four clips; already holstered. She clipped one about her other thigh and offered the other to the Captain.
“Captain, be careful; I saw something just before the screens went dead.”
“What was it Zoe?”
“I…I think whatever the soldier boys brought on board may be out!”
Jelena nodded grimly, attached the weapon to her thigh and then waddled as swiftly as possible out of the room.

Carl jumped as soon as the four life pods slid open, the hiss of air filling the room. He froze as Unit One, Leigh, gasped with a deep gulp of air; followed closely by Kimberly, Maylee and then Amber. Just then the lights flickered out and the massive doors to the cargo-hold slid open. Joseph rushed in, his weapon, a Mag-4 Pulse rifle held hi, sweeping the room as the auxiliary lights blinked to life. He relaxed only when he saw Carl, his big 70. Caliber Viper cannon, pointed back at him.
“Lt., I…think we have a problem!”
Joes’ eyes nearly popped out of his head when he heard the soft voice of Unit Four, Maylee whisper hoarsely… “Where are we?”

Chapter Three
Impregnation

She could smell the strange air, filled with scents she did not recognize; but scents that were very, very important, scents that meant she could breed, she could spread her seed as it was all she desired, no needed to do! This place, this structure of hard cold metal reeked of organics; not the smell she was used too but one just as compatible and more importantly; hinted that there were more than a few perfect hosts for her needs. Taking a deeper gulp of air, the hybrid tasted the scents near and realized the most fertile of hosts were close, very, very close. She would breed soon but first, she needed her strength!

The beds were set quickly and within minutes Cargo-Hold D was set up as a makeshift maternity ward. As Joe moved as fast as he could, every so often dashing over to check the ship wide communications system; each time hissing angrily as static buzzed out loudly; Carl was helping the four massively, too pregnant clones to their beds.
Maylee, Unit Four was the first; a gorgeous Beta model with Asian features; long silken black hair, soft lips and dark, richly brown eyes. She was nearly at the end of her pregnancy; close to forty one weeks, her naked breasts were so fat and full of milk that her nipples were stiff and tight, glistening wetly in the dim light. Her softly bronzed skin was perfect, except across the monstrous fecundity of her belly; the mountain of flesh was distended many feet from her well fed, nicely fattened five foot four inch frame; stretchmarks reaching up and around the taunt flesh; swollen hugely with six, each of the young within close to sevent33n pounds, making her look ready to pop! Her flesh jiggled lightly with plumpness as Carl helped her waddle to the bed and gently ease her down.
“Where are we”, she asked again, a little more anxiously this time?
“We’re enroute to Hadley’s Hope Space Platform but we’ve seemed to hit a small snag. Now relax, let me get the others out…okay!”
Still tired from the months of hyper-sleep, Maylee rested her head back, gently stroking her hugely gravid belly.
Next were Units One and Two; Leigh, a cute, petite, brown haired, Alpha model; currently in her thirty eighth week with octuplets and Kimberly, a lovely Epsilon model, also in her fortieth week but with seven. Leigh looked gigantic, her belly hung low and full; her eight young close to fourt33n pounds each which made her already thickened frame look that much bigger. Soft, pale blue eyes looked about wearily but she smiled as Kimberly was grinned back. The Epsilon model, engorged with the seven fift33n pounders in her womb appeared as if she were about to explode. Her monstrous middle stretched out almost further than her height; her fat, beach ball swollen orbs were painfully full of milk and each movement made her wince slightly against the pressure. Her groan was one of joy when Joseph had finally got her onto the bed and off her feet.
“Where the hell is LJ”, grumbled Carl, sweating slightly since the air had fallen into auxiliary mode.
“No fucking clue but remind me to kick his ass later!”
Carl and Joseph finally reached the last life pod, looking at the marvelous, biggest and loveliest of the quartet…Amber. She was a Delta model, tall and lean originally but now, dangerously pregnant with ten eight33n pound young in her forty second week and literally ready to deliver at any moment, not just day, the golden blonde was the most impressive of her kind. It was a very careful and slow process to ease the healthy and plump and heavy female from her bed. Once she was up, Amber was a sight to behold; at five foot eight; with a belly that simply dominated her frame, the close to five hundred pound female looked stunning! Her butt was full and round, her thighs thick and shapely, but as with all the clones, they were designed for this and designed to hold such weight in pleasing ways. Most of the weight that Amber carried was in her hugely gravid, almost seven feet of pregnancy, a hundred and eighty pounds of extra life plus fifty or more pounds of fluid, her breasts were almost seven and half pounds each; now so full they looked about ready to pop; her darkened nipples painfully erect, the two Company soldiers could visibly see them throbbing. The female was a goddess of fertility and the two of them treated her as one as they carefully laid her on the last bed; each designed for their respective recipients.
“Carl, I’ll finish up here; go find LJ…I think we’re going to need him…now!”
Carl nodded, grabbed his weapon and rushed out of the dim but a soft, barely audible hiss caught his attention. He turned slowly and never had the chance to scream as many, many things went through his mind all at once; the cargo bay doors open, the life pods opened on their own, why wouldn’t the same happen to the cryogenic chamber, how did he not think of this, they would have no warning, would it hurt to die?
Every thought took an instant, and then the hybrids’ deadly tongue struck like a viper, punching through Carls’ thick skull. Blood splattered the walls and the soldier fell with heavy thud.
Joseph turned and even as the shadowy mass stalked slowly into the light, he knew it was too late.
“No…not like this”, he whispered as the four girls screamed behind him. Frozen with fear, Lt. Joseph Perez died quietly as the hybrid tore his head from his shoulders. Imprisoned by their pregnancies, with no way to run, to escape or to fight; the four clones screamed and cried out for help as the hybrid calmly stalked towards Amber; the most fertile of them all.


The clones watched in horror as the creature, the monster stalked the Lieutenant. Why didn’t he fight, why didn’t he run? Ambers’ scream blended in with all the others as soon as the horrid thing; a dark greenish black beast with almost insect like features, gripped the young soldiers head and with hardly an effort tore it free, hot blood splashing against the taunt flesh of her under-belly. She screamed louder!

The meat fell. It would serve her hive well. Now she could savor the wondrous aroma of the fertile hosts that surrounded her. The scent was intoxicating but the most powerful was so close. Yes, she was ready; she would bear many of her brood this day! She followed the strongest, most fertile aroma and prepared her eggs, pulling them up from her belly. It was time!

Amber couldn’t move, she was too big to maneuver; too swollen and heavy; literally she was imprisoned by her own pregnancy. Desperately she tried to pull herself away from the beasts that had seemed to turn its full attention to her. A soft whimper escaped her lips as the thing gently, almost sensually caressed her mountainous gravidity; stroking her full, massively fecund middle as if she were a lover. A shiver rippled through the plump, hugely pregnant female, her body reflexively recoiling from the monstrosity. It was now looking directly as her face, a putrid stench filling Ambers’ nostrils as it slowly opened its mandible like jaws, hot, sticky fluid oozing over the clones’ exposed breasts; then, before the last scream erupted from her, the beast shot forward; latching itself to Ambers’ face.

Maylee, Leigh and Kimberly cried out in terror as they watched the nightmarish scene before them. The hulking form blocked their friends’ face but it would take a much more to conceal her massive belly. Crying and whimpering, sobbing gently with fear; each understanding that they; like Amber were trapped by their own bodies and so they watched and after almost ten minutes they could see and new tears spilled from their eyes. Despite the way the creature obscured their individual views they could all see it, the slow, methodical swelling of the already explosively gravid orb of Ambers’ pregnancy. It was a gradual change at first, almost imperceptible but then, then it moved; as if the young within were being shoved aside as this…this thing filled her too big, too taunt sphere with something else, something more. Then, suddenly, when they thought Amber would simply burst she was so impossibly massive; her belly, darkened as her flesh was literally stretched to its’ limits, the female looking as if she were bearing two toddlers within her expanded womb; the creature stood, stretched; its arms spreading like wings and then it loosed a roar of triumph that shook the remaining clones to their very core. Despite the shudder coursing through her body, Maylee was thankful, she could see Amber, her eyes were closed and a thick fluid dribbled from her lips but she was breathing, shallow and steady. Then, like a wolf in a hen house, the monster turned to Maylee. Moments later her scream of terror was muffled into silence.

The monstrous, terrible roar of something truly alien ripped through the halls of the ship and Jelena froze in her tracks, her heart stopping for a moment as fear seemed to wash over her body like a chilling cascade of freezing water.
“No…oh please…no”, she whispered for if something was loose on her ship; her crew, her friends; they were in danger, the lives they all carried were in danger and…and if Zoe was right; those very pregnant, very vulnerable clones imprisoned by Lt. Perez and company were in the most danger of all! Jelena drew her sidearm and began to move as fast as her pregnant body would allow!

Leigh was numb; despite the nightmarish turn her life had taken, she was numb, her mind raced through too much, too fast for her to fully grasp what was happening to her. Desperately she worked to concentrate on the present, the most horrible facets of her life yet the part that demanded the most attention. Thickly muscled mandibles were wrapped tightly about her jaw, they were strong, powerful and held her skull like a vice, pressing against the nerves at the base of her jawline and holding her mouth open, the stench of the creatures breath was nauseating but that hardly mattered; what she fought to focus on was the sickening organ that had forced its way into her mouth, pulsing every few seconds as it regurgitated something soft and organic; roughly the size of a chicken egg, down her throat; the mandibles flexing gentle to urge her to swallow. Already she could feel her belly; taunt and ripe with eight large young, become full; her flesh begin to stretch tighter as the horror urged her to take in more and more of the egg like masses. Vaguely she was aware of a strange numbing sensation creeping up from her toes and along her fingertips, the scaly, hot touch of the monsters clawed hand across the expanding skin of her burgeoning sphere.
The numbness was spreading as fullness of her womb began to completely overtake her thoughts, clouding out the fear of what she was being filled with, the worry of her three companions; each of them swollen to the point of bursting, the unknown fate of the eight beings she carried within or that of the crew who may or may not be dead…no, all her thoughts were now consumed by the intense pressure of her too big, over burdened belly; dangerously reaching the limits of even her cloned body; the aching grew more and more as her flesh tightened over her engorged womb, the throbbing fullness a deadly reminder as her skin seemed to reach its breaking point.
Leigh let the darkness come; yet even in unconsciousness her mind recorded every change, monumental or minute, as the hybrid gently released her last host; tenderly caressing the impossibly swollen dome of flesh that housed her brood. Soon…soon they would come. A quick intake of air told her two more very ripe hosts were close but first she had to prepare. There would be time enough for the other hosts, first; her young would need a hive.

Jelena had arrived to the cargo area and just barely managed to contain her own scream as she saw the lifeless corpse of Lt. Commander Carl Peterson; his body a bloody clump on the ground, a great, gaping hole in his head that she could clearly see through. Taking a deep breath, the Captain slid up against the wall as her thumb eased off the safety on her Wellington and as quietly as she could, made her way to the open bay doors. Trembling slightly with fear; for even with the knowledge of being a clone, understanding that death simply meant a new body; Jelena still felt pain, she still felt afraid for she was as close to human as artificial life-forms could get and growing within her were three lives that would not get a second chance. Her eyes darted back to Carls’ dead body with every tenuous step. With a great effort, the pregnant female steadied herself enough to steal a glance around the doorjamb of the cargo hold and it only took a to cause her to cry out in terror but a strong hand wrapped about her mouth while another gripped her wrist; the one holding the powerful Wellington, and then they pulled her back, pushing her firmly but necessarily against the wall.
Her dark eyes glowered furiously at her newly revealed assailant for many, many reasons; the least of which was the fact that he had her pinned against the corridor wall while her friend, Cindy stood only a foot away and his companion lay dead on the ground just a few inches further. Jelena visibly calmed as she looked at LJ, stared into his soft brown eyes and could see the guilt and fear was pliable on his face, his thick lips quivered as he mouthed the words “Be quiet”.
He eased his hand away from her mouth when Jelena nodded a few breaths later, but he kept a steady hold on her gun arm, her belly rubbing against his abdomen as he drew closer. They stared at one another for a long moment, as if speaking a silent language no one could fully understand except them and in truth; they were in way, one agreeing to tell the other everything while the other agreed to listen; before she killed him. His head movement was so subtle it was almost impossible to notice but Jelena replied by simply easing the safety back on the Wellington. His shoulders relaxed slightly as he released her wrist.
LJ took a silent step to give him a full view of the bay. The Lt. Commander held his own grief as he looked down at his team leaders’ head; dropped unceremoniously to the side of decapitated his body which rested in a thick pool of blood. Slowly he looked up from the corpse his long time friend and took in the rest of the nightmarish scene.
The four clones; the pregnant, unsuspecting females he was supposed to protect only to be impregnated by the hybrid as they were now, were unconscious. Amber, the closest to him was already cocooned; the sticky excrement from the hybrid was hardening about her swollen form. Her head was propped up slightly as the creature had positioned her at a slight angle to keep her monstrous belly from crushing her and monstrous it was. The already massive sphere was now an inhumanly gravid ball of flesh; stretched so much so that veins and bruises had darkened the immensely fecund sphere. By far the largest of the lot; he could see it quivering with fullness as the lives within competed for space.
“They’re already hatching”, he whispered fearfully. In less than an hour, the hybrids’ young would rip their way free from Ambers’ gargantuan belly and come to hunt the other females on board; each perfect for breeding.
He let his gaze linger for a little longer, only to digest that Maylee was currently being cocooned, as Amber was; her gravidity so incredibly large that he could see it past the giant form of the hybrid; who was of little concern to LJ at moment. He knew it…she would be busy for a while; creating and protecting her hive until her first litter was birthed. Kimberly and Leigh were equally stuffed, their stretchmark littered bellies ballooned out from their plump bodies like small planetary spheres; the four of them looked as if they weren’t just ready to burst but as if they were bursting; their skin stretching in slow motion; until the untold amount of alien young erupted from their monstrously engorged stomachs.
With a deep breath he eased back until he was once again face to face with the Captain on the Nostromo. Again a another brief wordless conversation passed between the two; then Jelena hissed softly and pushing herself from the wall, lead the way and with as much stealth as possible the three moved back away from Cargo-hold D, taking the longer but safer way to the Command Deck. Neither Jelena nor LJ noticed Cindy; linger slightly to stare back towards the vast room that was quickly becoming an alien nursery, neither could see the slight smile form on her face; it was gone before she turned around and fell in line with her escaping companions.

Despite the crews’ overall dislike of the Commander, Brooke Westgate controlled the frightening situation with impressive skill and calm. As soon as the power had failed and it was obvious Mother-1was disabled, as well as the Nostromo; Brooke began giving swift and accurate orders that not only kept her crewmates busy but eased their worries almost immediately; if she was calm and collected; they would be too.
Erica was working frantically on using the retro-rockets placed on the Nostromos’ forward hull to continue their evasion of the storm; which she could only assume was growing closer as it whipped about with the magnetic pull of the sun. The skilled navigator was truly blind without the primary systems online but she had her orders and to keep from thinking about what was happening; Erica followed then diligently.
Karlie had virtually screamed when she had lost contact with Danni but Brooke swiftly put a stop to her hysteria. She was finally put at ease with the arrival of Sammie and Danni and no one said a word when she rushed her superior, her friend, her lover and wrapped the spiky haired beauty in a long, needful hug; their big bellies pressed tightly together. Brooke even let a soft smile form on her face as she watched the reunion; despite that nothing had happened to warrant the affectionate display it seemed to matter to the crew and they; beyond what many believed, mattered to her.
It was Sammies’ findings that sent a true shiver down the plump Commanders’ spine.
“Virus”, Brooke hissed softly as she and Sammie stood near the Captains’ chair! It was a statement more than a question. Her hands absently began a nervous stroking of her ripe, swollen, triplets filled belly; as the Communications officer and resident computer specialist explained.
“Yes Commander”, Sammie repeated sharply, “Brooke…it’s a virus that I’ve never seen before. It was designed for this ship; for Mother -1 specifically. Someone else controls the Nostromo!”
“How can you know for certain?”
“A full virus would have killed the ship; no power, primary or auxiliary. This went for communications, power and security; all the cameras are dead from Engineering to Command!”
Not as learned with computers or viruses as Sammie, Brooke knew that if her officer said it was that bad, it was that bad. Moments later, Zoe waddled in; carrying a drawer full of small hand held radios and noticeably armed. As she passed out the diminutive communication devices, she confirmed Sammies’ theory.
“Mother-1 said she had detected a full systems virus but I think the Captain contained it when she had all primary functions shutdown. At Least I hope she did!”
“Shields and maneuvering thrusters are still online; as well as life support and auxiliary power; Jelena knew what she was doing”, Brooke said complimentarily for her superior.
“Speaking of which, where is the Captain”, Jelena said, desperate to keeping her own fear out of her voice.
There was a sudden smack and every head turned as with a groan of pain Lt. Commander Johnson spilled into the room. He stumbled back, the edge of the steps digging into his spine and his head cracking painfully into the duro-steel. Behind him stalked Captain Jelena Fernandez; her Wellington .40 Caliber pistol pointed directly at the Company soldiers’ head. He moved instinctively to try to disarm the pregnant and emotional female but a second and third click; the ominous cocking of weapons; froze him in place. His head turned slowly and he could see the blond, busty Warrant officer with her own Wellington pointed at him, as well as Rachels’; who had waddled in behind Cindy and the Captain; one hand dr____d over her massive belly, the other holding a Downing 5.0 hand cannon. Slowly, visibly, LJ slumped back onto the steps, wiping the blood from the split in his lower lip. Jelena spoke crisply, clearly and coldly.
“We are in harm’s way”, and she promptly ignored the gasps from her crew, “whatever these pieces of shit brought on board our ship is loose! Lt. Perez and Lt. Commander Peterson are dead! Four clones are currently being…encased, entombed…”
“Cocooned”, whispered the subdued soldier.
“Cocooned”, continued Jelena “in Cargo-hold D by something more horrible than anything I have ever seen”, her voice quivering for the first time, “it’s a life form I have never seen!”
With a sigh LJ drew everyone’s attention.
“It’s a hybrid, a cloned combination of two alien life forms discovered in the twentieth century. It is a female, a queen; it’s only purpose is to breed and to do so it needs hosts; hosts that are already … for lack of a better word, pollinated; who are already in a state of gestation…” the glower of pure hatred burning into him from the Captains’ eyes told LJ volumes and he quickly got to the point, “it needs pregnant hosts to reproduce. It needs you.”

His voice was soft, sad, almost like a doctors would be if he were consoling a dying patient; yet the remorse that filled his words made it very hard for Jelena to hold on to her rage at what was happening on board her ship.
“It wasn’t supposed to happen like this”, LJ whispered, as if talking to himself, rather than nine very frightened, very angry and very pregnant females, “the four clones that the hybrid has now were designed for this very purpose”, his eyes scanned upward now, taking in all of Jelenas’ swollen beauty before locking onto the intense, commanding gaze of the Captain, “Leigh, Amber, Maylee and Kimberly have been impregnated by the hybrid more than a dozen times; the lives they carry are all brain dead fetuses; genetically altered so that the clon…the girls will be perfect hosts for the creature. We would have delivered them to Hadley’s Hope where they would be impregnated by the Hybrid, studied and then after delivery downloaded into new bodies; their memories altered so all they would remember is delivering healthy newborns to scientists or workers in deep space. You…” and now he let his gaze wonder about to the gorgeous, frightened faces surrounding him, “None of you were to know. It wasn’t supposed to be like this…”
His voice trailed off and the crew of the Nostromo sat and waited silently for a few moments before Jelena; now more angered by this situation than she was before, now grasping that her kind had been used in such a horrid manner on multiple occasions, reached down, gripping the soldiers collar and with strength that LJ had neither suspected or understood, yanked the Lt. Commander to his feet and slammed him painfully against the wall; his head causing a loud, resounding thud to echo through empty, eerie corridors.
“Tell me everything”, she snarled, the barrel of her gun pointed directly at his wide nose, forcing him to cross his eyes comically to look at the weapon! LJ instead focused on the infuriated and very dangerous woman holding him aloft, his toes just scrapping the metal floor. He spoke slowly and clearly; knowing that the wrong word or jester would bring his life to a very abrupt end.
“When the Company first learned about the creatures; one an alien life form with incredible technology and the other…the other is the perfect fucking weapon; it has no visible weakness, it seems to be completely versatile in whatever environment and yet, after so many years we still no very little about it. The hybrid, the first hybrid was blend of the two and its’ discovery was pure luck. Its’ DNA was found at ground zero of a nuclear blast sight, it was confiscated by the Company, it was studied and then cloned…but not perfectly, not until Dr. Parker. Once she came along, everything started to fall into place. The first clone of the hybrid was immediately killed, taken apart, dissected and researched and then cloned again. It took who knows how long before anyone figured out it was female, or that it produced eggs, or that it was the queen. From the reports I was commanded to memorize, a pregnant researcher was somehow trapped with one of the finalized hybrid clones. It took her, it impregnated her and then a few hours later she gave birth to species we now call the Xenomorph” his voice grew dull, almost dead as he spoke now, “The description of the process stated simply “once gestation was complete the unknown species erupted from Jillian’s’ womb, killing her instantly!” This led to one of the darkest times of the Company; the acts they did made me feel sick, it sickens me now but that was long before my time…or yours. Needless to say, they needed hosts and they found them. Prostitutes, the homeless, the unwanted; any female that would not be missed and could carry a baby was used as a guinea pig for the Company…none of them lived. Of course once cloned females became available they seemed a perfect substitute’ except they couldn’t get pregnant. Then…then came the first breeding class clones. Do I need to describe the rest?”
It took a few moments before Jelena slowly eased the Lt. Commander to ground. Her fury was now buried beneath horror and disgust and contemplation as she looked over her extremely pregnant crew; ripe and from what LJ said, perfect for breeding.
“My God…why? Why would they do this” whispered Danni, her voice barely audible but ringing out in the silence. LJ turned to her and his eyes were dark, his voice cold.
“The Xenomorph; the perfect weapon. If they could control the hybrid, the queen, her brood would follow without question. Release her behind enemy lines and let her impregnate the civilian population. When the young are born; a perfect army set loose on your enemy and only the organization in command of the queen could control that army. The military contracts would put the Company in a position of power that no one… no one could stand against.”
“If they controlled the hybrid?”
He glanced towards Erica; she had moved up to ask the question.
“Yeah, if they controlled her. As of yet, only this model seems to listen to commands, but not from anyone that I have the displeasure of speaking with.”
“The Board of Directors” Broke spat! The soldier nodded. A deep sigh drew his attention back to Jelena. Once again their eyes met and the same unspoken conversation seemed to flow between them. He was safe; he kept his word, now he had to help her save them…all of them.
“In less than an hour the girls in the cargo-hold are going to deliver. Gestation is faster for clones, something about your metabolism and they way the fetuses grow inside you. The hybrid; all of the hybrids, have a rhythm to their impregnations. Four eggs for every fetus…simply put, when Amber gives birth, forty xenomorphs are going to burst from inside her. After that…two hours, maybe three before the things molt and become adults. At that point, they will hunt you and bring you to her. So…that’s our time frame.”
“What will she…it do for now”, Jelena asked, already thinking of how to get them off the ship and then out of regulated, Company controlled space.
“She’ll wait until her first litters are born. Then she’ll come for you. So…in about an hour, we become the prey.”
“What will she do to you?”
“I’m baby food”, LJ said with a grim smile.
Jelena then understood that none of them were safe. She also understood that there was more to this virus than just sabotage. No…Company wanted an army and using her crew…they would get it! They needed off this ship! Immediately she took count of her crew and her eyes went wide.
“Ten…there should be eleven of us”, and it took less than a second for her to know who was missing, “where’s Grace?”
Cindy gasped dramatically!
“I put her on bed rest…she’s probably sleeping. She won’t know what has happened!”
“No…oh no…”

Chapter Four
Newborn

Grace hadn’t slept long or very well. She was uncomfortably full, having stuffed herself before her appointment with Cindy and now, as her food settled the young within her jostled and moved; fully awake and lively, and somehow, hungry. Her massive, too full belly grumbled loudly and she whimpered as one of the many lives inside her gravidity pushed against the tight confines of her womb.
“Please…”she cooed softly to her over burdened sphere, her eyes still closed and one hand easing up to stroke the sore spot on her fecundity, “give it rest. You’ll have all the freedom you want in few weeks.”
It took a few moments but her insides settled down and Grace breathed a deep sigh of relief. She wouldn’t be able to get any more rest, not soon anyway and with a great heave she managed to get herself upright; the great ball of her belly stretching out before her like a spherical landscape. The gorgeous female couldn’t see it fully in her darkened room, she wasn’t awake enough to grasp the soft red glow illuminating her globular middle but she could feel it; the warmth and heat that radiated off the distended miracle, the flesh so taunt that it looked almost painful but it was so soft and so smooth against beneath her touch that it was hard to describe. Grace knew that she would need to get bigger, fatter and it was hard for her to imagine getting any larger than she felt at that moment. Gently she rubbed her dark brown eyes and yawned deeply, stretching as much as her heavy girth would allow.
“Lights”, she murmured in a whisper. Immediately she shielded her eyes, expecting a violent glow of halogen but nothing happened and at first she felt a little foolish holding her hand above her eyes. Then she felt a bit worried.
“Lights”, Grace said again, with more force and much louder than before. Still nothing happened. “Lights”, she screamed! Her breath was coming far faster as worry and fear began to overwhelm her. There was no explanation to the fright and feeling of wrongness that seemed to overcome Grace but she knew; she just knew something had happened and neither she nor the lives within her were safe. Now she began to focus and the soft dim light, the red illumination from her opened door. Something was terribly wrong, she was certain now.
Tentatively the hugely pregnant female dared a glance at her desk and swallowed deeply. Her circlet was dead; the controlling light was off, as was her wrist-comm.
“Mother-1” she whispered? Again nothing. The onboard artificial life form had never not shown up when called. A then sheen of sweat began to form on Graces’ lower back. Emergency procedures filled her thoughts.
“Okay…the Command Deck. Every rendezvous at the Command Deck”, she said to herself, her voice calm despite the terror coursing through her veins. With a heavy, heaving groan, Grace pushed herself to her feet. Only then did she grasp that she was almost nude; her sensuously gravid body bare: all except her thin support bra that just barely contained her massive, milk laden breasts. Despite her fear this truly bugged her.
“Well, this is just not a way to wake up”, she sighed and ponderously she waddled out of her sleeping quarters.

The cargo-hold no longer looked human. It was alien; truly alien, bone hard organic tissue climbed the walls; growing slowly over the metallic structure. What looked like a basin, a massive circular structure was in the middle, a thick greenish substance filling it; along with the bodies of Joseph Perez and Carl Peterson. It would protect her young and allow them to feed safely until they were big enough to protect themselves. The only human qualities the newly formed hive had were not human at all. The clones had been moved; now they were more upright, gently surrounding the pool, only their faces and inhumanly gravid, peacefully fecund swells of their bellies could be seen. Yet they were different now; they had grown bigger; larger than imaginable and whatever grew inside them was now very, very active.
Sealed, entombed in their organic formed cocoons; the four massively swollen clones stood powerless as the creatures growing within them swiftly reached maturity, stretching the females morbidly bloated wombs to frightening degrees. The flesh of the girls’ distended spheres was bruised horribly; reddened as it slowly was pulled to the very depths of its limits, growing even darker as the lives inside neared birth.
It would be soon. The hybrid could sense it as she stalked about the now alienized room, gently stroking each of the impossibly gravid spheres as they slowly began to undulate and quiver, small bumps rolling about the too tight confines of the clones’ over burdened bellies; testing each one until stopping next to Amber; her monstrous fecundity literally quaking with movement, the flesh pushing out from the inside, stretching if further and further beyond its means.
Leighs’ eyes flashed open following a loud crack and a horribly sharp pain stabbing her from within. Fear overwhelmed her in seconds as she looked down upon the inhuman swell distended out from her body; watching it move and shudder but even worse; feeling the things moving violently about within the taunt, confined space of her womb; putting so much pressure on her already explosively full belly that anymore and she was certain to burst. She grimaced against the pain, tears spilling from her eyes as she understood what was soon to happen and realizing the horrid, cruel fate of the lives she had once cared for and nurtured; sacrificed to this monster and her monstrosities. Blurry eyed she looked about, seeing her three friends; all ballooned to the point of bursting, each of their bellies ready to pop and showing the same dangerous signs that her own, undulating, pulsating womb had. But the hybrid was what she focused on and her eyes fell on Amber.
The largest of all the four hosts; her massively gravid middle now the deepest shade of purple, looking as if a grown man had curled up within her; the apex of the grand orb literally a rolling show of violence; the thin membrane of her skin stretching out further and further with every breath and yet Amber remained unconscious. It happened quickly and without warning, so much so Leigh couldn’t even scream with terror. The hybrid loosed a low, anxious growl as Amber suddenly tensed, her neck flexing as she inhaled deeply and then loosed a sigh of ecstasy as her monstrous dome of flesh violently burst with a sickening, fleshy pop; milky white fluid splashing out over the area as her insides spilled out freely; as did dozens upon dozens of gore covered, hard shelled reptilian horrors; the creamy colored blood of the clone giving their normal soft gray bodies and almost ghostly appearance. Ambers’ body relaxed and fell limp; her sigh the last sound she made; her entrails dripping wetly on the floor, muffled only by the approving hiss of the monster and the soft splashes of liquid as its’ numerous offspring slithered into the body strewn pool.
Leigh cried; her thoughts lost in a myriad emotions, fear at the forefront because she knew that soon, very soon that would be her fate, a greater fear was that she may have to watch her other friends deliver in the same manner for they had all been impregnated before her and…the most sickening to her, was the twinge of jealousy towards her dead companion for Amber had gone, for lack of a better description…peacefully. Leigh knew that would not be the same scenario for her.

The cargo-hold no longer looked human. It was alien; truly alien, bone hard organic tissue climbed the walls; growing slowly over the metallic structure. What looked like a basin, a massive circular structure was in the middle, a thick greenish substance filling it; along with the bodies of Joseph Perez and Carl Peterson. It would protect her young and allow them to feed safely until they were big enough to protect themselves. The only human qualities the newly formed hive had were not human at all. The clones had been moved; now they were more upright, gently surrounding the pool, only their faces and inhumanly gravid, peacefully fecund swells of their bellies could be seen. Yet they were different now; they had grown bigger; larger than imaginable and whatever grew inside them was now very, very active.
Sealed, entombed in their organic formed cocoons; the four massively swollen clones stood powerless as the creatures growing within them swiftly reached maturity, stretching the females morbidly bloated wombs to frightening degrees. The flesh of the girls’ distended spheres was bruised horribly; reddened as it slowly was pulled to the very depths of its limits, growing even darker as the lives inside neared birth.
Now so full, so dangerously swollen; their bellies; monstrously, grotesquely and yet beautifully gravid; each of them monuments of pregnancy in its most frightening and amazing form, lay cocooned in their alien prisons; the massive, inhuman spheres of flesh undulating like tremendous egg sacks ready to burst; for in truth, that was what the clones had become.
Time was progressing swiftly; it would be soon, their bodies had ripened, the young had matured. The hybrid could sense it as she stalked about the now alienized room, gently stroking each of the impossibly gravid spheres as they slowly began to undulate and quiver, small bumps rolling about the too tight confines of the clones’ over burdened bellies; testing each one until stopping next to Amber; her monstrous fecundity literally quaking with movement, the flesh pushing out from the inside, stretching if further and further beyond its means.
Leighs’ eyes flashed open following a loud crack and a horribly sharp pain stabbed her from within. She was unsure what had broken, a rib; her spine, anything for the full weight she now carried rushed to her completely; pain, soreness, her breath now labored, her limbs stiff from lack of movement, held in place by the organic substance of her cell; no, what she felt now was pressure, the heaviness of the alien creatures germinating within her and the wild, chaotic movement intensifying within the dominate mass of her womb. Fear overwhelmed her in seconds as she looked down upon the inhuman swell distended out from her body; watching it move and shudder but even worse; feeling the things moving violently about within the taunt, confined space of her womb; putting so much tension on her already explosively full belly that anymore and she was certain to burst, they would simply rip through the thinned flesh of her fecundity. Leighs’ mind raced through the birthing process; the pushing, the breathing but a series of tight and painful pinches from her insides, rippling across internal surface of her gravidity told her what she feared the most. She grimaced against the pain, tears spilling from her eyes as she understood what was soon to happen and realizing the horrid, cruel fate of the lives she had once cared for and nurtured for so long; sacrificed to this monster and her monstrosities. Blurry eyed she looked about, seeing her three friends; all ballooned to the point of bursting, each of their bellies ready to pop and showing the same dangerous signs that her own, undulating, pulsating womb had begun to. But the hybrid was what drew her attention, and despite what Leigh felt she focused on the beast and her eyes slowly, almost unnaturally gravitated to and fell on impossibly pregnant form of Amber.
The largest of all the four hosts; her massively gravid middle now the deepest shade of purple, looking as if a grown man had curled up within her; the apex of the grand orb literally a rolling show of violence; the thin membrane of her skin stretching out further and further with every breath, the creatures inside working with a furious need to be free; Leigh could easily image the horrible pain and yet Amber remained unconscious, her body reacting on instinct, not thought; as if Amber had already left her body, it was a now a shell for breeding. The rolling tumble within the monstrous sphere seemed to focus now, Leigh could see the alien faces pushing against the tight flesh; weakening it with every passing breath. The climax was coming, she could feel; as could the hybrid as it moved back from the rapidly pulsating center of Ambers’ gargantuan middle. Suddenly it stopped; everything seemed to stop for a mere second though to the trapped, impregnated observer, time passed slowly for that single instant. It happened quickly and without warning, so much so Leigh couldn’t even draw breath enough to scream with terror. The hybrid loosed a low, anxious growl as Amber suddenly tensed, her neck flexing, her eyebrows tightening as if she were struggling to awaken or not to awaken from a vile nightmare, her lips parting slightly as she inhaled deeply and then she loosed a sigh of pure ecstasy as her monstrous dome of flesh violently burst with a sickening, fleshy pop; her skin ripping back violently as her whole body went rigid; a loud snapping muffled by wet splash of her organs was the only hint that her spine had broke, milky white fluid flooding out over the area as her insides spilled freely; as did dozens upon dozens of gore covered, hard shelled reptilian horrors; the creamy colored blood of the clone giving their normal soft gray bodies and almost ghostly appearance. The screeching cry of the newborns tore through Leighs’ body as more tears covered her face. It was almost a relief to watch as Ambers’ body relaxed and fell limp; her sigh the last sound she was to make; her entrails dripping wetly on the floor, muffled only by the approving hiss of the monster and the soft splashes of liquid as its’ numerous offspring slithered into the body strewn pool.
Leigh cried; her thoughts lost in a myriad emotions, fear at the forefront because she knew that soon, very soon that would be her fate, a greater fear was that she may have to watch her other friends deliver in the same manner for they had all been impregnated before her and…the most sickening to her, was the twinge of jealousy towards her dead companion for Amber had gone, for lack of a better description…peacefully. Leigh knew that would not be the same scenario for her.

The horrid cry of the hybrids’ newborns echoed through the halls; freezing the two who now walked them as swiftly as they could in their tracks. Zoe shuddered visibly; one hand drifting down to the great swell of her pregnancy, nervously stroking the triplets filled orb, the other easing the safety off her side arm. Casting a quick glance the Warrant officers way, LJ’s eyes narrowed as his grip tightened on the Pulse 90 automatic rifle he was now carrying. After his talk with the crew of the Nostromo, and the discovery that one of their number was still missing; Jelena had ordered everyone to arm themselves; including LJ. In return, he volunteered to go and find the missing Dr. Grace Parker and bring the very pregnant female back to Command; where the rest of the crew; minus the Junior Grade Lieutenant, who felt very responsible for the absence of the good doctor, would hopefully have found a way to release the hanger bay doors and fly them off the soon to be alien infested vessel in one of the two research shuttles. After thinking of what needed to be done before the small but adequate ship could be launched; barring the scarred but determined females could manage to open up the hanger safely, LJ had thought his job the easier of the many tasks…until he heard the skin crawling cry of the newborns.
“What…what just…” Zoe couldn’t find the words to finish?
“Someone just delivered! In two hours or so, this place will be crawling with full grown Xenomorphs! We have to find Grace and get the hell off this ship”, his voice was ragged and harsh but Zoe got the point. Despite being thirty one weeks heavy with triplets, the clone began to jog. It was a sight that froze the soldier; her breasts, swollen with milk bounced out of view, her massive belly quaking with every waddled step, her plump ass jiggling almost seductively as she moved. LJ was shocked, awed and aroused; but mostly he was pissed, finally alone with nine beautiful, hugely pregnant females and yet every single one of their lives was now in mortal danger. With a low growl he rushed after her.

Even in the vastness of the dark the shimmering wave of the small spot of stars was clearly unnatural. Black metal seemed to melt away as the shape took form against the bright twinkle of the stars. The ship emerged from the darkness of space, materializing near the tail end of the asteroid field. It moved with purpose, traveling swiftly and maneuvering agilely through the large meteorites and smaller chunks of ice and rock; tracking a signal it had picked up, an alien signal but one the species onboard the craft recognized and understood. Hiding amongst the large field of planetary rubble the alien craft easily moved into the space of the crippled vessel, carefully scouting the craft to assess the danger it could possibly present; the huge castle like structure of a species that had advanced impressively since the last meeting of the two kinds; centuries ago, moving weakly away from the storm. The small, sleek craft moved out from the sea of stone and maneuvered closer to the massive structure, the strange language on the hull read Nostromo Two, Weyland-Yutani Space Corp, Exploration Class Z-007-Delta.
On board the small ship, three alien life forms began scanning for life; the hunt, for which their kind lived for, thrived on, could possibly begin. Immediately the readouts began scrolling down the large screen before the small, black eyes of the creatures, their insect like features showing nothing that a human would constitute as emotion, nor the soft clicks of their mandibles stating anything a human would denote as important but there was disappoint there…at first.
The species was human as the transmission they intercepted had told them; a race that had, at times earned the respect of their kind. But these readouts showed the bulk of them to be young, unborn gestating in the humanoid females; unworthy of the hunt. The scan went deeper, further; a male, human, adult and alone…to easy a prey. But then the scan stopped; multiple life forms they knew, they hunted, they hated; some growing swiftly; maturing at so rapid a rate that the hunters knew they would find honor or death upon this ship very soon. Yet there were more; many more waiting to born; gestating in the swollen forms of the unknown humanoid species; again females but they, they were worth honoring for they would soon be harbingers of the Hunt!
Then it came into view; creature that was unlike any they had seen before but had heard legend of, ancient tale of this monstrosity; the result of one of their own sacrificed for the hunt! It was an abomination; one they had believed destroyed, one that had never arisen from their species and one they would now face and hunt and kill. The ship rumbled with the triumphant roar of the hunters, as it moved in towards the dark hull of the Nostromo.

She had awaken a few minutes after Amber had delivered and unable to remain unconscious as her friend had, Maylee now groaned weakly, her lovely face contoured with pain as her fecundity shifted, the things inside moving with urgency as she now felt the full alien weight of her belly; once swollen with six beautiful lives that had been so close to entering the universe, her tremendously gravid womb was now a monstrosity of horror, mere heartbeats from bursting and bringing an untold number of fiendish beasts into a very unsuspecting universe.
A shudder rolled through her extremely, inhumanly bloated body as the hybrid gently caressed the pulsating dome of ripened flesh, the skin thinning with every passing moment as her brood drew closer and closer to freedom; the host struggling against the inevitable. Maylee, shivering with agonizing pain and a fear that none should have to bear but few unfortunately would, turned away as creature sniffed her explosively swollen belly; hissing and growling softly, as if calling her young forth. A sudden, terribly painful lurch from her monstrous sphere pulled Maylee forward, her muscles; already tense with fright tore audibly in her shoulders and lower back forcing a tortured gasp from the laboring clone.
Next to her Amber hung lifeless, her middle a gaping hole still dripping softly with her release; her brood, much larger since the brief time of their birth still fed on the remains of the two soldiers. Shivering despite the heat of her body, Maylee looked towards Kimberly who had not yet awaken but was clearly nearing her time; the violent undulations of her sphere mimicked Maylees’; though the dark haired beauty could feel the tearing of her insides as the beasts within began to bore their way through her meaty flesh, her ribs cracking against the tumult inside the confined, over burdened space, her lungs being torn as they hungrily tore away at everything in their path with the desperate need to be born.
Another pull staggered Maylee and white, milky fluid spilled from her lips as her sternum split and her lungs slowly flooded. The too thin flesh at the very middle of her now alien looking sphere; a horribly bruised and battered orb, was begging to give, pulling apart as the brood readied for the final push. Tears began to roll down her cheeks as she desperately looked to Leigh; she needed to see something, someone to offer her a brief moment of comfort but the pale blue eyes looking back at her could only offer sadness but then it happened. Pain ripped through Maylee with such force her mind went numb, her gaze shot back towards the vast shelf of taunt, tight flesh before her, falling upon the grotesque egg sack her belly had become as she felt her flesh finally split across its center. Then the whole of her body moved forward as one, the creatures within moved with a singular purpose.
“Nnnnngggghhhhhhaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhh….ggguuuurrgle!”
The sudden cry of terror and undiluted torment rushed out of Maylee as her back cracked and broke, ending a liquid gurgle as her fluids erupted from her gaping mouth; her flesh torn open and shredding away against the sheer force of the alien offspring rushing forth from the too tight egg sack of their host; pulling against the almost steel like webbing of her cocoon and literally the beasts tore the clone in half, her belly exploding with such horrendous violence that Leigh was hit with the misting spray of her friends entrails as two dozen aliens spilled free with their horrific screeching cry of freedom.
Slowly she opened her eyes and Leigh could not help but to look over at the remains of friend Maylee, her upper torso dangling free, her head; drooped and covered by her dark hair, wet with mucus; having torn away from the web the force of birth was so terrible, her fat breast hanging heavily now that there was nothing to support them, her lower half a mutilated mess; only her legs, still encased in their alien shell remained. A slight movement to her left drew Leighs’ attention away from the gory, nightmarish scene, only to invite her to another almost as bad; Kimberly; her eyes wide with terror; her belly beginning the violent preceding undulations and the hybrid sniffing about with anticipation. It wouldn’t be long till Leigh was alone.

The horrendous scream preceding the second screeching, bird-like cry froze Grace in her tracks. She leaned against the wall, some three corridors away from her bedroom; shaking with terror as the sound echoed through the halls. Moments passed as Grace stood there, fear overpowering her thoughts, keeping her glued to wall as a prisoner, her cage terror. In her mind the young doctor knew she had to move, whatever had made those sounds would be coming and Grace had no idea what it was or could be but it wasn’t the crying that scared her, it was the scream; a very human, very female scream. What happened? Had that call of torment come from someone she knew, someone she cared about or…someone else. If so…then who? Even as the though rushed through her mind Grace remembered the four life pods in Cargo-hold D, and the cryptic words of Lt. Perez “At some point we may require the assistance of Dr. Chen and Dr. Parker. Some of our…cargo is at a rather delicate stage and Lt. Johnson is not as skilled in this arena as your medical staff is”. Now, knowing others may need her help, Grace furiously fought against her overwhelming fear. Gently her hands roamed her own incredible gravidity, feeling the taunt flesh beneath her fingertips, the smooth, warm skin that concealing eight beautiful lives and she could draw strength from those lives, lives she now had to protect and with a deep, slow breath the hugely pregnant female took the first step forward.
Her waddling gate slowly increased in pace but as far along as she was Grace could hardly move swiftly, it would take a great amount of effort for her to jog; especially at her size and at her height, she was truly all belly and breasts. Still she moved far faster than any human at this stage could have. Using the wall for support, Grace hurried down the corridor as fast as her vast pregnancy would allow; until the soft sound of footsteps echoed in the darkened hall before her and the telltale beam of a flash light moved along the walls, searching for…her? Virtually naked, hugely, ponderously swollen and completely weaponless; Graces’ dark eyes darted about the corridor desperately looking for someplace to hide. She waddled quickly across the hall towards the first open door she found, shaking as she hurried in. She felt the beam of light across her back as she disappeared in the doorway. It was Rachels’ room, the last of the descent sized suites the crew had for bed chambers. Almost comical ideas popped in her head as she thought to hide beneath the bed or in the closet but her only and best chances were to squat down behind Rachels’ desk.
With a groan, Grace eased her massive girth down, her gravid swell squeezed between her thick thighs, disappearing behind the cool steel furniture just as the room above her was suddenly bathed in light. Her eyes close and Grace tried as hard as she could to keep herself from shivering.
“Grace”, said a soft, calm and coaxing voice; a voice that was hard to recognize over the fear.
Zoe gently urged LJ to lower the beam of light as she carefully and slowly moved over towards the huddled form of her friend. Grace was naked from the waist down; the thin sports bra she wore was coated in sweat and barely held her full breasts, her huge belly; thankfully intact, rose and fell with the females heaving breaths. She was alive and unharmed. Zoe loosed a thankful sigh. She carefully and slowly knelt next to Grace, gently touching her arm and equally thankful that it did not yank away.
“Grace, it’s me…Zoe”, she whispered soothingly.
Tears spilled freely from Graces’ dark eyes as they slowly opened and fully recognized the wonderful face of her friend. Her arms shot out and wrapped Zoe in a tight though awkward hug that was full of relief and joy. The young officer, overjoyed to see her friend safe; at least relatively so, let the moment hold, long enough for Graces’ heartbeat to finally slow and then she peeled Graces’ arms back and looked at her until she could see the frightened doctor was giving her her full attention.
“Grace…we have to go…now” and the urgency behind her words coaxed a sudden determination from the massively swollen female and pulled her out of the haze of fear.
“Wh…who have we lost?”
Zoe’s smile was weak but reassuring.
“It’s a long story…but you need to know!”
“Zoe…” the sharp, deep hiss rumbled from behind her but the blonde female ignored it.
“Shorten it”, whispered Grace, almost pleadingly.
“The Company has been using clones; us, as experimental breeders for some alien hybrid discovered and cloned centuries ago. The four life pods brought on board were four of us, clones; impregnated with brain dead fetuses to be used simply as hosts for this hybrid; which was brought on board as well. A virus of some sort has crippled us and set loose the alien; which has killed Lt. Perez and Lt. Commander Peterson and impregnated the four clones…two of which have given birth…”
Graces’ eyes shot up towards LJ, who seemed to have sensed the movement and glanced over his shoulder to see her cold, hateful glare.
Her voice was a low, deadly growl; the doctor in her design coming out “How? Why?”
“It impregnates orally, using already fertilized host to expedite the gestation which is faster in clones”, he whispered, “forcing its eggs down the esophagus into the stomach and down towards the womb. The eggs hatch and then feed. Once strong enough, they force their way out through the abdomen wall. By this time the hosts are so big, so swollen they are immobile; though it usually cocoons them for the protection of the young. The female host bursts and the alien young are born; she dies, they live.”
“As to why”, Zoe spoke, her voice colder than Grace had ever heard “the Company wants to use the hybrid to build and army; already born perfect genetic weapons. We just have to serve as their room and board for an hour.”
LJ turned now and locked his pleading stare with Graces’ beautifully angry and hostile face.
“Listen…we have to go…now! Your Captain is trying to find a way to get us onto the shuttles and in two hours this place will be crawling with aliens that will hunt you and take you to be cocooned, impregnated and dead! ME…I’ll be baby food…”
“More than you deserve” she spat cruelly and LJ just shrugged.
“True but despite what I may or may not deserve, I’m here, trying to get your ass up and moving. So…can we fucking go already?”
With a great heaving groan Zoe pulled herself up and then with effort helped Grace to her feet; only then noticing how naked her friend was.
“Um…”She stammered; hardly worried about modesty but practicality would warrant clothing.
Grace sighed.
“The nanites are offline with Mother -1 down. Yours are acting on a reserve power source since they were online when everything went dark.”
Zoe nodded and slowly waddled towards Rachels’ closet. She yanked open the door and grabbed one of her extra sets of gravity boots sitting on the raised shelf. They fell heavily when she dropped them at Graces’ feet, and then looked over towards LJ, “Well?”
He strode over as she took his place at the door. Kneeling next to such a gorgeous, marvelously fecund swell, naked and bare and unable to even touch it was torment; even more so when he gently lifted one leg, eased Graces bare foot into the self adjusting gravity boot and caught the wonderful sight of her hairless quim; clones were designed without pubic hair to make birthing and study easier. With danger emanate, LJ was almost embarrassed that he was sporting the stiffest hard-on he had had since being with Rachel earlier. It was a few moments before the second boot was on and he was standing upright; fully aware of the hate filled look the petite female was giving him. The ship shuttered suddenly, as if something small but strong had just hit the hull.
“The storm”, Grace asked fearfully.
“If so…it was something small. We’re okay” Zoe spoke gently “let’s move.”
The trio, led by LJ was soon moving out into the darkness of the hall and ponderously towards the Command Deck.

On the lower decks of the Nostromo the peaceful darkness was suddenly broken as hot white sparks of super heated metal erupted and illuminated the nearly black hall with a bluish light. A large hole slowly melted away, the liquefied steel now pooling on the floor of the corridor until the light dissipated and only the dull gleam of the dying heat remained.
The movement; to the naked eye would have seemed a mere shimmer, a distortion of the hazy light. But it was repeated once, then again; the movements having both shape and purpose and then the sudden flare of pale white almond shaped eyes glowed like beacons in the blackness before they too winked out like stars. The shimmers moved in opposite directions and then split again until the three ghosts were silently rushing through the lower bowels of the massive ship. At last, the hunt had begun.

The scent was stronger now; fresh, new…fertile, ripe; perfect. The hybrid turned towards her young; her first born had molted twice and were big enough to protect themselves and the hive. She needed to breed. She looked upon her last two hosts, taking in there scent. Her young would come soon and they would grow quickly. With a low growl the monster stalked from her hive and into the dark; following the fresh scent so close to her.
Kimberly was gasping thankfully as the creature disappeared from sight. She could feel the lives tumbling about within her seem to lessen their efforts at their “mothers” departure. The gargantuan orb of Kimberlys’ distended out before her like a bruised, stretch mark littered planet, calmed noticeably; quivering with fullness and pressure, the calm before the inevitable storm. Time was not on her side but she took the reprieve if only for a few seconds.
Leigh…” was all Kimberly spoke to her friend as her belly suddenly became a wild, rolling mass of activity. Leigh cried as Kimberlys’ body convulsed, her friends’ head whipping about in futile denial; milky fluid spilled from her lips and splashed upon her entombed bosom and exposed gravidity as loud snaps and pops rolled out from the tormented female. Her head fell back, the veins in her neck bulging with strain as more and more fluid erupted from Kimberly’s mouth; her monstrous fecundity pulsated and shook violently, large bulges and small bumps tumbled beneath the thinned surface until Leigh could see their faces, their boney; serpentine bodies through the weakened flesh.
Another loud crack held Leighs’ attention as Kimberlys’ neck was broken with the force of her convulsions. Still her fecundity undulated; the inhumanly swollen orb of flesh, too tight and taunt for it to hold against the movements that grew more and more violent, needful, anxious…until with a sickening tearing of flesh Kimberly burst, the skin ripping back with a sudden pop; milky blood, dozens of gory aliens and organs splashing to the organic ground, the high pitched cry filling Leigh with a dread she had never known for Leigh was now truly, completely alone.

The Command Deck was full of activity. The soft shudder the ship felt had caused an increase in nervous with the already very anxious and agitated crew but Jelena kept them all on task and the call from Zoe confirming they found Grace, safe and unharmed, had done a good deal in lifting their spirits; though not all their efforts were going as planned. Danni and Karlie were desperately working on rerouting power, passed the virus and drawing from some of the primary functions to power up the hanger bay. It was not going well.
“Karlie…can we bypass the last compelling, and route through the system here” Danni asked her skilled Ensign. Karlie, the most shaken of the group had steeled herself in the efforts to get off the ship.
“Wait…no! Dammit! That fucking virus is smart and fast!
Her hand slammed the consol but Danni grabbed it and held tightly until Karlie cooled enough to look back up to her.
“We’ll be okay”, and the softness of her voice was all Karlie needed.
Jelena kept an eye on the exchange but trusted in her officers and crew to keep it together, to keep the needed tasks at the forefront of their minds. Brooke and Sammie were working with Cindy to get a supply list ready. A brief stop in the galley and the Med-bay; neither particularly on the direct route to the hanger, were going to be necessary.
“If we split up into teams we can get what need faster” Cindy suggested hopefully. She looked up at Brooke who had a sour look on her face. Splitting up was not what she wanted…not in the least. Especially with four of their team; herself amongst them literally on the verge of delivery, both Karlie and Rachel could pop and Grace; so petite and yet so incredibly big; it would take time for them to get everything and get to shuttles…time they just didn’t have to spare.
“I don’t like it. Some of us are…” Brooke looked for the right words.
“Ready to explode”, Rachel chimed in; accentuating the point by thrusting out her own almost thirty-nine weeks swollen sphere; her quints fat and healthy in the impressively gravid orb. The curt nod from the Commander spoke volumes.
“One team…it’ll take too long and with the more delicate ones of us; if LJ was correct in his assessment; we would draw this hybrid like a moth to her overly ripened flames.”
“Maybe”, Rachel spoke, after the long, pregnant pause, “we use two teams. The ones closer to delivery head to prep the shuttle; the remainder of us, grab as many supplies as they can and haul our fat asses back to the hanger. The runners have a time frame of five minutes in the galley and Med-bay. Make the list, make in order of necessity and easiest to get.”
There was a long, comical silence as both the doctor and Commander looked at the surprisingly insightful Ensign.
“Well?”
“It’s the best plan we have”, Cindy said smiling despite herself.
Brooke sighed and nodded reluctantly, “Make the list. I’ll sort out the teams.”
“That’ll be easy”, Rachel whispered under her breath. Again the swollen doctor could not contain her smile. Broke had moved further enough away to miss the snide comment but Rachel wisely ducked her head and began jotting down everything Cindy said.
“Captain…Jelena”, the second in command spoke as she walked up to her longtime friend. Jelena, swollen and ripe with three big babes; grown far bigger than any normal, human woman with triplets could ever possibly be and yet still much smaller than her ready to drop Commander, sat in her designated seat, filing a long and detailed log of what had had happened and of what was happening on the Nostromo and too her crew. The sultry, dark haired beauty looked up at Brooke, her fingers still blindly yet perfectly typing away on her personal data port. Sammie had learned that earlier that any personal items not connected to Mother-1 or that used their own power source were still operational. It was one of the few things they had to their advantage.
“Brooke?”
“We have an evacuation plan once Zoe, Grace and our guest return.”
Something in Brookes’ voice told her there was a question waiting to be asked.
“But?”
“But…it requires the crew split into two teams. One team to collect a few supplies from Med-bay and the galley. The other will finish the preparation of the shuttle.”
“You don’t like it”, Jelena stated more than asked.
“No…I don’t. Not one fucking bit! But, as Rachel pointedly reminded us; some of us are a lot bigger and further along than others. A large group of slow moving preggos would be far too easy a target for that hybrid thing.”
“I agree. So, what’s the plan Commander?”
“Two teams; the faster of the teams will be led by you and consist of Sammie, Danni, Zoe, Erica and Cindy. That team will handle the collections. I will take the second team; Grace, Karlie and Rachel…along with Lt. Commander Johnson. We’ll have the shuttle ready for you.”
Jelena smiled slightly; understanding how much could go wrong and how incredibly lucky they would have to be to have this plan work. Time was what mattered at this point and time was not what they had.
“YES!”
Sammies’ delighted cry drew everyone’s attention, Karlie grasping her fecundity and glaring angrily at the highly excited red head. More than few of the crew eyed her wearily but Jelena was more intrigued than annoyed.
“Lieutenant?”
“We have Capitan…Jelena…we have the shuttle online! We got passed the fucking virus and we have the shuttle! Preflight preparations will take about ninety minutes but we got it!”
The cheer from the Command Deck echoed throughout the empty halls, the joyous sound flittering through the vents and drifting softly downward until it was just a faint whisper, hollow memory as it filled the sound dampeners of the Hunters’ mask as he quietly arrived at Cargo-hold D. His alien eyes looked upon the wondrous nightmare of the hive.

Chapter Four
The Hunters and the Prey

The scene before him clicked through various configurations; until he found one suitable to track his prey; the now adolescent creatures and other newborns were molting once again; some for the last time and others for the first. The soft whimper caught the nearly invisible hunters’ attention. Imprisoned in the organic hive was a female, a humanoid female; swollen to inhuman proportions, the mass of her abdomen quivering and quaking excitedly. He furthered his scan and beneath the ornate and amazing mask he wore, the hunters’ eyes widened in awe!

The cheer from the Command Deck echoed throughout the empty halls, the joyous sound flittering through the vents and drifting softly downward until it was just a faint whisper, a hollow memory of lives unimportant from creatures unworthy of the hunt, the Hunter as the echoing cheer filled the sound dampeners of the his’ helm as he quietly arrived at Cargo-hold D, the once metal hull changed forever by the beasts within. His own alien eyes looked upon the wondrous nightmare of the hive and if his mandible-like jaws were physically able, the Hunter would have smiled.

Chapter Four
The Hunters and the Prey

The scene before him clicked through various configurations; each view offering him a display of the light spectrum, a wide range of images flashing like a blur before him; the same view but each so widely different it was as if the sight literally changed in front of his inhuman eyes. This lasted only a few moments until he found the one suitable configuration to properly track his prey; the greenish hued imaging showed that the now adolescent creatures and other newborns were molting once again; some for the last time and others for the first. They were vulnerable; the kill would be too quick, too easy for a proper hunt. A low growl rumbled from deep in his throat and the hunter turned to seek the greater prize but a soft, weakened whimper caught the nearly invisible hunters’ attention. He stepped into the hive fully, taking in the all the horror of the altered place. In this current display the hunter could see the residual pheromones from his prey and again he was shocked by what he saw. Three bodies hung limply from the organic walls; though he could not fully see their forms, only the great gaping holes of their abdomens, glowing bright green as they were flooded with the pheromones of his prey. He studied them briefly, highly interested in the body that was nearly torn in half. Again the whimper drew his attention and stepping beyond a thick pillar of organic waste, the mucus from his prey that they used to create their hive he found the fourth host; struggling against the inevitable. Imprisoned, cocooned into stillness was a female, a humanoid female; swollen to impossible proportions; he knew human prey and this was not natural, the mass of her abdomen so immensely round and tight quivering and quaking excitedly with the greenish glow of his preys’ scent. He furthered his scan, a deep probe beyond her thinned flesh and beneath the ornate, amazing impressive mask he wore, the hunters’ eyes widened in awe!
Nearly three dozen alien young squirmed and tumbled about wildly within the host. They were big, larger than any he had ever witnessed in his four hundred years and by their anxiousness they brood was developed enough to be born; pushing against the weak membrane of flesh that the hosts’ abdomen had become. She looked like a living egg sack, swollen and bloated, her body housing the hybrids’ young safely until they tore free of the hosts’ body and in this case the hunter could see it would not be long before their arrival. This incredible knowledge was almost as good as a worthy opponent; for despite the nature of his people; true hunters learned that to fully understand their prey they had to understand its methods; the way it fed, it slept…the way it would breed. Silently the hunter watched, splitting his imaging display so that he could watch the birth in two different spectrums; one recording the young from within; the second in the infra-red spectrum; which literally glowed white as he looked upon the humanoid female; her skin aflame as she drew nearer to the point of delivery. He could see the cool streaks of sweat running down her exposed flesh; a myriad of colors as thick droplets rolled across the monstrous expanse of her undulating abdomen; for despite the heat radiating off her body, the gravid sphere of her womb was relatively cool; the acidic blood of the young many degrees cooler than that of the hosting female.
She was convulsing now, gasping and whimpering as he watched the flesh of her belly begin to split; pheromone saturated blood spilling out in one frame, white hot liquid in the other. He cocked his head as he heard and witnessed her spine and ribs collapse with the force of the eruption, the shell holding her fast allowed no give, no leeway as she was pulled forward. The flesh of her belly seemed to almost melt away, peeling back with explosive power as her entrails covered the escaped of the massive host. The hunter moved past the screeching young, stepping on one not fast enough to escape his unseen foot. It was broken and lifeless beneath the hunter who kicked it away remorselessly; he knew they had not yet grown strong enough to sense his presence though some of those that were molting would be there soon and he would face them joyfully.
Allowing his mask for stretch fully into the infra-red stream he looked upon the humanoid as her life finally left her, her body cooling rapidly. The hunter honored the host by remaining with her until the last of her light seemed to go out. He turned and silently began to leave but from the pool of fluid and blood splashed out one of the first-borns, molted to adulthood. The hunter froze, his hand reaching slowly down to his side, easing onto the long slender tube with twin blades at either end. Slowly the creature stood, its’ shredded adolescent husk falling off its’ new, ebon shell; hardened like onyx stone. With a speed that only the skilled could match it whipped around, its’ head facing the nearly invisible hunter but its’ momentum stopped just as suddenly; the back of its’ blackened skull exploding out with greenish gore, long, rustic metal spear penetrating the shell, tipped with a razor sharp blade. It disappeared just as swiftly as it had emerged, retracting back silently upon its’ wielders command and the hunter, the first kill of the day under his belt, sprinted by as two more full grown beasts fell free of the molting pool.

Their movement was slow going; Grace so heavy and ripe couldn’t move very fast but neither LJ nor Zoe complained; despite the fact that a great deal of time had passed since the birthing they heard; which meant it could have been the first or the last and LJ didn’t want to take chances either way. He took point as they made their way to the secondary stairwell, it took a further route to the Command Deck but it also took them further from the cargo holds. They moved in silence; despite the many questions coursing through Graces’ mind; the first being why the Nostromo, why pick a ship fully of clones impregnated and set to deliver at Hadley’s Hope; just like those poor girls now swollen, cocooned and possibly dead; relatively speaking, in the cargo bays? Who had disabled the ship? Who could gain from it all? Almost immediately she knew.
“It was a setup from the beginning”, she whispered. Both Zoe and LJ stopped, turning towards the beautiful female to regard the statement fully.
“The Company set us up. Each of us is pregnant with multiples and most of us are so far along it has made us very vulnerable and perfect for breeding; at least for the hybrid.”
“No…no way. How the fuck could they have planned so well”, LJ spoke, unable to believe such planning was possible.
“Because we were the target”, Zoe chimed in, now falling onto Graces’ line of thought, “those four clones were…are the tip of the spear. We’re the ones the Company wants impregnated; a perfect study of the hybrid in near optimal conditions. How stupid could we be?”
“They set up our pregnancies, our dieting programs and arranged your little trip Lieutenant. You were sent to guard the catalyst and then to die…just like us.”
He shook his head as he thought over it logically but they had a point; why put the hybrid on board a ship, full of perfect hosts, minimal security and no supporting ships as escorts.
“FUCK!”
The two jumped slightly, causing a sensuous jiggle through their bodies but LJ was too furious to care. He growled as he paced, realizing just how foolish he and his companions had been. Then he realized he had probably just given away their position and with deeper growl he checked his weapon and turned abruptly.
“Sonofabitch”, he hissed in frustration, “let’s move.
Neither Grace nor Zoe took a step, the color draining from their bodies as LJ suddenly stopped; his head tilting back as he looked up the muscled and inhuman figure before him, slowly digesting its’ grey and yellow spotted flesh, the thick shell like structures of its chest, powerfully built arms, the unearthly shape of its neck and shoulders, until he was finally looking into the alien face of the hybrid. Slowly its jaws parted, clear drool pooling from its mouth.
“Son…of…a…bitch”, whispered LJ.

Its’ massive head snapped forward with the intent to kill but LJ was quicker, instinctually falling back while pulling the pulse rifle forward and firing as he dropped below its’ reach. The sharp popping of gunfire filled the corridor, echoing loudly off the walls as it was followed by the ringing impact of shell casings on the ground and explosive rumble as LJs’ wild shot tore the ceiling.
He rolled again; shrapnel raining down over himself and the creature, the hybrid roared in anger as its’ prey escaped and her new hosts were placed in harm’s way. The hybrid stomped down while she maneuvered herself between the two hugely fertile hosts and the meat endangering them. LJ scrambled to his feet and drew down on the beast but his legs were suddenly taken out from him as the hybrids’ scaly, spiked tail whipped around, wrapping painfully about his thigh and yanking him down. He hit the ground painfully and felt the air get blasted from his lungs but he was thankful when he heard the thunderous boom of Zoes’ Wellington .40 Caliber.
The hybrid ignored the blasts, most of the rounds ricocheting off its; shelled back but a few tearing through its exposed shoulder and arm. Zoe unloaded her weapon, dropped the clip and reloaded in one swift motion. She gave Grace a fearful glance but then her eyes turned dark with determination.
“Grace…run! Get to command or hide but run!”
“Grace shook her head but Zoes’ shout ended the conversation.
“Run dammit”, the Lt. Junior Grade screamed and then she turned and began firing, watching in horror as LJ was tossed against the wall, a loud crack indicating something had been broken. Grace, tears streaming down her face turned and waddled as quickly as she could, sweat rolling down her beautiful face and massive belly as she moved. Everything shook and jiggled as she desperately tried to get away from the battle as her friend and companion had ordered.
LJs’ leg was broken, he knew it but he managed to turn and bring the pulse rifle to bear. The hybrid ducked sideways as the rounds blasted away at the ceiling. She swiped at the weapon and launched it from LJs’ grasp then reached down to finally grab him as she ignored the stinging attack from behind. With a desperate, painful attempt the Company soldier swung and punched and kicked, flailing with all he was worth to avoid the hybrids’ deadly grasp! Zoes’ second clip clinked on the steel ground and she slid the third one in just as the hybrid grabbed LJ by the arms, yanking him upright and holding aloft, his feet kicking frantically as the creature pulled him taunt.
“No. no, no, no, no…” the clone breathed as LJs’ arms were pulled out tightly, his face a mask of pure pain, blood soaking the his left pant leg, his lip bleeding and his hands cut from the furious battle. Struggling with all he had LJ managed one last glance as the blonde beauty, his voice a hoarse whisper of agony.
“S…sorryyyyyaaarrggghhh…” he gasped just as the hybrid pulled. The sickening wet sound of flesh tearing filled the corridor as Lieutenant Commander Lawrence Johnson was torn in half, gore and entrails splashing horrifically on the hard ground as his two halves were unceremoniously tossed aside like discarded trash.
Her vision blurred by her own tears, Zoe didn’t scream, she didn’t cry out, she simply began walking forward, her wet eyes ablaze with fury and madness as she unloaded her hand cannon; managing to finally pierce flesh as greenish, acidic blood sprayed out from behind the superficial wounds she delivered. With roar of rage and instinctual hunger the hybrid rushed her newest host, ignoring the singing shots of females’ weapon, her carnal need to procreate overriding her desire for flesh.
Zoe dropped her third clip and was reaching for the third as the hybrid slammed into her and the air left her lungs. Through the spiraling daze of anger and fear and adrenaline the young female felt something force itself between her lips and her last thoughts were for the doomed lives trapped within her belly.

Grace waddled swiftly and clumsily, her face streaked with tears, her dark eyes reddened by them. She was shaking with fear as she remembered every last sound from the fight she had been forced to flee from, the numerous shots, the grotesque sound of tearing flesh and the cry of death that preceded it, howling roar of the alien monstrosity and the sudden, overwhelming silence. Yet even with her vision blurred, her heart pounding with terror and rage, the hugely swollen female felt the sudden presence around her just a breath before the powerful vice-like grip clasped around her throat.
She screamed, or tried to as she desperately fought for air; not just for herself but for the eight young she protected within her womb. Grace couldn’t make out the thing now holding her off the ground but she forced herself to focus as three dots of light in a triangular configuration suddenly appeared upon her left breast and slowly, steadily moved down towards her amazingly gravid fecundity. It was becoming harder to focus as the lack of oxygen began to overwhelm her but Grace could feel the soft touch of something upon her taunt belly flesh. Now too weak to fight the clone went limp, the fog of unconsciousness teasing the edges of her psyche and then just as suddenly Grace felt her feet hit the floor and a flood of air poured down her lungs. Gulping it down with everything she had, the gorgeous doctor couldn’t possibly image who or what had just…for lack of a better term, appraised her and as the shock wore off and the fear once again set in, she didn’t care. Remembering Zoes’ last command to her, Grace began her ponderous journey to the bridge.

The young hunter watched the extremely pregnant humanoid female waddle away. He stood silently as she made the slow traverse to somewhere. She was with *ch1ld* and therefore ineligible for the hunt but he could sense a better prey nearby. Patiently he waited until swollen female was out of harm’s way and then he rushed towards the strange gulping sounds and the pheromone trail that had led him here. The hunter turned one corner and then another and at last he found his prey, the prey, the abomination.
It was hunched over another pregnant humanoid; its’ mandible like jaws clinched tightly about the prone female, its throat undulating and abdomen flexing as it regurgitated something into the females’ mouth, which she swallowed uncontrollably. Her belly; near the incredible size of the female he had just released, grew slowly and steadily as she gulped down the contents the abomination was feeding her. The hunter switched through his various visual displays until he could see what was happening within the entrapped female.
Though he could not see the beings already within her gravid womb, the hunter could now see their outline as large egg-shaped objects surrounded the unborn; contorting as they slid down the females’ throat, pushing through her organs as they settled about and in the womb. It was breeding. She would be honored for the female would be a harbinger of the hunt.
It was a few moments before the hybrid detached itself from the monstrously engorged female. Weakly the creature stood back and then roared with approval. Still exhausted from the impregnation the hybrid never sensed the approach of the hunter, not until the large, muscular body slammed into it and the pair crashed through the gore covered, bullet riddle wall and into one of the many supply rooms.
The explosive sound of the two monsters colliding with the steel wall pulled Zoe out of her induced stupor and though extremely heavy, weak and tired, her legs lacking any feeling and her fingers numbed; she was now alone, the hybrid was no longer holding her and the massively impregnated clone began her desperate crawl to freedom..


Determined to use the moment and fearful that whatever caused the hybrid to leave could be far more deadly, Zoe dragged herself along the cool surface, her bare skin wet as body began to adjust to her unearthly pregnancy. Her belly was taunt and full; so large Zoe thought she would burst far sooner than the deceased soldiers had predicted, quivering slightly with her movement as it slid along steel floor, each breath pulling further and further from the bloody remains of LJ, the destroyed rubble and horrific cries and growls, explosions and crashes issuing from the massive hole in the wall. So focused on her task, pulling her expanded girth with every ounce of strength she had, the Lt. Jr. Grade couldn’t hear the pleading call from the hand-set still attached to the belt if LJs’ corpse.
“Zoe…Zoe come in! Zoe…LJ…Grace…”

“Someone fucking answer”, hissed Brooke quietly! The young officer had reported finding Grace nearly thirty minutes ago and the three should have been back by now. According to LJ’s time frame the clones had delivered and now the hybrid would be hunting them.
She looked up at her Captain, who returned the same frightened gaze. Neither wanted to think about the possibilities; which were favoring the worst rather than the ideal; meaning their friends were swollen with hybrid young and the Lieutenant was dead! With a nod Jelena expressed one simple rule, no one gets left behind!
“Okay people, report”, Jelena barked suddenly and all heads turned her way!
Danni looked at the small portable and sighed.
“We have a small opening to give us power back into the hanger but we can only use it once and once we do…the hanger stays open…so do the airlocks.”
Jelena nodded with understanding.
“So…we don’t use it until we are absolutely sure we are ready to go!”
“Yes ma’am!”
“Good work Danni! Karlie! Sammie”, she said, turning to the Communications Specialist?
“The shuttle still has about an hour to go but she’ll be ready!”
The Captain smiled at the small bit of good news.
“Well done people” and the slight change in her demeanor spoke volumes, “we’ve lost contact with Zoe, Grace and Lt. Johnson. If the lieutenants’ predictions were correct, the four clones in Cargo-hold D have given birth and the hybrid is now out, hunting for new breeders…us!”
The tension in the room was pliable by this point.
“I will not leave without Zoe or Grace…period! We also need supplies, due to how far along some of us are there is the possibility a few of us will give birth on our journey to Hadley’s Hope. We need to be ready! So…one team, consisting of myself, Sammie, Danni, Erica and Cindy will search for Zoe and Grace! The second team lead by Brooke, with Rachel and Karlie will get to the supply center, then Med Bay and then to the shuttle. We arm ourselves as best as possible and Brooke, get only the essentials. Cindy, you have the list prepared correct?”
“Yes Captain.”
“Good. If either team runs into the hybrid or her young, escape and evade…we are in no condition for a fight and I’m not losing any of you…understood!”
“YES MA’AM!”
“Gear up! We move out in ten!”
The host of swollen beauties exploded into action.

The hunter roared as he was slammed into the solid bulkhead with a thunderous boom. This prey was far more powerful than he had expected but such a turn thrilled him further! He moved his head just in time as the blade like tip of the hybrids’ tail drove into the wall beside him. He would have had a clear shot at the beast with his shoulder cannon had it not been knocked off after the initial tumble through the bulkhead. It roared as it closed in, and the hunter let free his own blades, extending like claws from his wrists. The hybrid was bigger than he but it bothered him little as he was quicker; ducking under her heavy swiping claw and cutting into her side, drawing forth a thick greenish gore that smelt acidic. Ignoring the loss of one set of blades, the hunter spun back on his heal, his target the hybrids’ spine but a sudden jolt of pain stalled him and his vision was obscured as his own blood splattered the inside of his mask.
The young hunter had been right that he was quicker than the hybrid; body to body, but her own natural weapons were faster than he. Weakly he looked down to see her tail, the ridged, boney appendage jutting out the middle of his chest. He wanted to pull it out and continue the battle but his arms no longer worked and though he was losing feeling in his lower body the hunter felt himself rise and he looked up; his vision filled with dripping spots of his own blood and the drooling teeth and hissing visage of the hybrid. His roar was defiant as her tongue; a weapon in and of itself, shot out, blasting through his mask with a splash of florescent gore.
The hybrid dropped the strange creature in a heap. Some part of her recognized the creature as more than a danger but she had little time to consider it, her last host was free; possibly a danger to her young and yet greater prize was not too far away. Catching the scent the hybrid began her own hunt.

Zoe had gotten further than she had anticipated but she was losing more feeling in her limbs and already she sensed the change in her monstrous womb; small pinches here and there told her that the eggs were already hatching and she was now weakening against the enzymes from the alien saliva; though she had no idea of what was happening with her except she was so incredibly tired , wanting nothing but to close her eyes, letting sleep overcome her but if she stopped moving the next time she woke, Zoe knew it would be to deliver the host massing in her monstrous swell. With all she had, Zoe pulled herself a foot further.


So caught up with the effort to simply get away; using only the incredible strength of her inhuman body; Zoe could not register or did not comprehend how with every passing minute her womb; engorged with hybrid young; was growing; becoming heavier and heavier as the creatures matured and grew in the most horrific way. It was better she not think on the matter or Zoe would have succumbed to such sadness it would be considered maddening. Instead, the young female pulled, her blond hair wet and spider-webbed about her softened face, her nanite formed suit shredded in places; exposing her taunt, cream colored flesh here and there; darkening with violent red stretch-marks as she grew bigger and bigger, splitting the material as her fecundity swelled for with the systems down the self-repairing nanites no longer worked.
The exertion of her escape had unfortunate side effects; her blood; though not human worked the same way as that of a human and as such had pumped the inhibiting secretion of the hybrid through her body far faster than if she had remained immobile; for now Zoe could no longer feel her lower body beneath her massive breasts; her hands had numbed so much the clone could not pull herself any further and now, now she was so tired Zoe could no longer fight off the urge to sleep and reluctantly, fearfully, she closed her eyes. And then she truly began to grow.

The hybrid had the scent of her newest host, as well as that of the more fertile breeder as well as the succulent smell and taste of other potential hosts; the stagnate air making it a little harder to track the lesser aromas but not impossible. Needing to insure that the most recent of her host was safe, the hybrid moved towards the direction of a now unconscious Zoe but anther odor wafted into her unparallel lungs and it was the only warning the hybrid had as a flash of light and energy rushed passed her shelled skull; exploding violently behind her and spraying the area in hot shrapnel.
The air before her shimmered but she could already since the life force of another one of the strange creatures; again her need to reproduce and to protect her young had distracted her from impending danger. This one was larger than the last one and it hit her with strength to match her own and once again steel and heat seared and cut her flesh.

He had found his brother; and despite how honorable the death may have been, his brother was dead and this creature was his killer. For his brother; more so than the mere thrill of the hunt, he would destroy the abomination and have her head as his trophy.

Their bodies collided with the force of a truck into a brick wall, the smashing clap of flesh echoing off the walls as he took the hybrid off her feet with a thunderous body slam! His fist slammed into her crowned head repeatedly, his roar of rage matching her own. It was beyond the hunters’ understanding to know if he was hurting the beast but once it was dead, the pain he caused it would hardly matter. Long, serrated blades erupted from the alien mechanism on his wrist and just as he was about to deliver the death blow her arm blocked their path, the razor like edges cutting through the thick muscle and bone of her forearm.
Even as her acidic blood melted away the unearthly metal, the hybrid twisted her wrist; snapping the weakened blades while her other hand slapped hard against the hunter, throwing him feet sideways into a tumble on shelves and other materials; the host of them crashing down upon him. He was on his feet before she was and just as she rose the hunter tossed it, a small saucer lice device. It flew above the hybrids head, stopping just above her and then it spun, launching tiny spheres that spilled like a water fall around and then exploding once they hit the floor. She roared in defiance but the sound of the creaking and groaning metal drowned out her screams and the hybrid fell through the hole in the floor; crashing in heap of steel. The explosive sounds thundered again and again as the hybrid crashed down two levels. Without pause the hunter followed.
Only the instincts of countless hunts saved the warrior as he managed to land over the sprawled out creature, just as her deadly, spike ended tail, the same weapon that had killed his brother; sliced upward. He moved at the last second, the tip carving deep into his shoulder and pushing completely through. A roar of pain erupted from beneath his mask as he gripped the spiked tail with one hand; his other sliding over his back and drawing out a long, curved blade; its’ edge blackened by the blood of his trophies. He had killed thousands with this blade; a weapon forged for him by his fathers’ father and one that he had made proud, he had honored, he had fed with the hunt. Again, it would feed!
With ease he twirled the weapon over so it’s’ knifing tip was pointed what he hoped was the hybrids’ heart. Before he could finish the killing strike the deadly female reacted; tearing her tail free with an upward slice; cutting through the hunters shoulder; shredding muscle and bone; gore splashing the walls, ripping free of his grasp; sending three fingers flying, his florescent green blood trailing the lost appendages.
It was pain unlike anything the hunter, the warrior; the predator had ever felt in his five centuries of life. The searing inferno sent a wave of paralyzing agony through his system as he collapsed to his knees; his sword, a legend amongst his people clanked to the floor. He wanted to grasp it, to use the sacred weapon to take the life of his brothers’ killer, to rid space of an abomination to the universe itself; but his body betrayed him, his blood was flooding from the grievous wound, his left arm hanging limply by a thin membrane of tissue and skin.

She stood and looked at the alien, his body torn and fluid spilling freely from his torn body. Without a word of gloating victory, of mocking superiority, the hybrids tail whipped across and the aliens’ head fell off his shoulders, dropping heavily to the ground as his body finally collapsed in a lifeless heap.
Her newest host had escaped and from here the smells of this strange, dead creature covered up those of the many other hosts she had sensed before; including the wonderfully fertile beast that had just escaped. She loosed a roar of frustration and renewed her hunt.

Grace was dripping with sweat. The sounds of battle had renewed and the roars of the alien still echoed in her ears. And what had stopped her earlier? Was there another type of alien on board, something worse than this desperate breeding machine that the Company had set upon them? Too many questions with far few answers; answers she didn’t have and was too scared to worry about. She had moved as far as she could until her lunges burned. Fear had propelled her to move as fast as her bulging, gravid, cumbersome body would allow but she was tired, her swollen fecundity throbbed, the activity had awaken the young within her; bumps and bulges forming all about her distended sphere. Panting heavily, the hugely pregnant clone leaned against the wall, gulping down air and relishing the cold steel on her skin, it seemed to calm her, to ease her frantically beating heart; and those of the eight vulnerable lives dwelling within the vast expanse of her womb.
As she relaxed, her mind and thoughts slowed enough to allow her to think properly; to fully comprehend what was happening and what options she had before her. Absently her soft hands stroked the taunt flesh of her belly, the honey gold skin shined with perspiration, making it look even larger; a feat considering the eight,
First Grace was certain LJ was dead; she had heard the unmistakable sound of tearing, ripping flesh, the thunderous explosions of gun fire and the horrible, unshakeable silence that told her Zoe was probably captured and more than likely swollen with the hybrids’ eggs. But she wasn’t dead; not yet. If she could find the Captain and the others, together they could rescue Zoe and with Cindys’ help they could perform a C-section on Zoe, removing the deadly eggs and maybe, just maybe saving her triplets.
With her thoughts settled, Grace grunted softly as she heaved herself off the wall. She needed to find the rest of the crew and she needed to find them fast!

Though her body was designed for extreme pregnancies it was not designed for such activity during the gestational period’ especially so near her delivery date! Grace also knew she needed to eat; despite what was going on around her the lives growing within her were her primary concern and the way her fecundity growled, she needed to feed. Thinking fast the young doctor smiled…Cindy would understand this just as much as she did, hopefully coming to the same quick decision Gra e had and if they did have a plan to leave the ship like Zoe said then a visit to the Galley was inevitable. Grace just hoped it was soon; soon enough to find Zoe and hopefully saver her from a horrible fate! With a determined yet ponderous gate, the heavily pregnant female began her long waddle to what she prayed was salvation.
Though she knew it would hardly look good that she would be found stuffing her face while those who had come to save her were dead or captured; still her base function was to breed, to bare life and to protect and nourish those lives despite all else. The others would just have to understand or hate her!

Brooke and her team were lightly armed but still moved slow. Rachel, her massively protruding belly looked ready to burst; full and tight with quintuplets, the Commander knew both her companions were the nearest to giving birth; next to Grace, who truly was ready to explode. Karlie; plump and full with four was actually the furthest along and despite the impending danger surrounding them and the horror hunting them, Brooke knew pushing her little group of three too fast could do more harm than good.
The trip was slow going; though the journey to Medical was only fift33n minutes at a slow walk, ten to five at a quick jog or sprint; at their snail-like pace, the trip took nearly forty-five minutes. Despite the fact the clones were created to be sturdier bearers; no matter what anyone said, carrying an extra forty to one hundred pounds for any length of time will tire a human or clone. Karlie slumped into one of the waiting chairs, her cute face glistening with sweat, her chest moving rhythmically as she swallowed down air.
“I am really outta shape”, she panted, and gently rubbing the silver encased mass of her belly.
“No you’re not Karlie; you’re just eight and a half months pregnant with an extra…what hundred seventy, hundred eighty pounds on your five foot five frame. You’re not out of shape…you’re just ready to pop”, though Brooke cringed after saying that, considering the situation they were currently in but she kept talking, desperate to keep the moral up; as best as possible, “now, just in case the four little ones decide to make an early entrance, let’s get this list and head over to the Galley. Rachel, grab those carts”, she ordered, looking to a group a push carts used just for power outages or when the androids needed servicing, “we’re going to need them!”
Rachel nodded absently as she moved over towards the sturdy, four wheeled objects; her eyes were currently on the Milking Pumps. It had been hours since Grace had literally milked her and now her breasts were painfully engorged with fluid and the suits did little to allow any release. With a whimper she gently stroked the bloated spheres and then gasped as the material of her uniform flaked away, her plump, stiff nipples popping free of the disintegrating outfit.
“What the…”she gasped, turning slowly as both Brooke and Karlie looked up at her sudden cry.
It took the Commander a second to fully understand.
“Shit! The suits are powered by Mother-1 and with her down the nanites are basically…dead. Our base uniforms are like living paint, flowing over our bodies as we change; as long as the systems functioning fully. With the systems out…the paints dried!”
“So we could all be naked by the end of the day?”
Brooke nodded.
“It’d be funny if I weren’t so scared.”
Both Brooke and Karlie gave a small laugh which echoed a little too loudly. Brooke was back to her serious demeanor in second!
“Come on, we’ve got work to do!”
Besides, she thought, with the air barely circulating through the massive ship, being naked didn’t sound all that bad at this point.

Jelena, Sammie, Erica, Danni and Cindy had just come upon a scene of horror. The hall was riddled with bullet holes, blast marks and a great gaping tear in the nearby wall. Armed far heavier than Brookes’ team; Erica and Sammie moved over towards the black darkness that led into the adjacent room; pointedly avoiding the dark crimson mess that they all knew had once been Lieutenant Commander Johnson; his head lay askew and awkward on one half of his mutilated corpse.
The smell had overwhelmed Danni who was vomiting around the corner. Cindy had moved to examine the still warm body though she knew he was far beyond gone. Jelena eyes were searching for any sight or sign of Zoe and Grace, her flashlight beam illuminating the eerily red halls with a white glow.
“Oh my…” Sammie whispered once they were before the monstrous hole. Erica had fallen back, her dark eyes wide with shock.
“What is it”, Jelena asked softly, the fear just barely edging her voice. Sammie was shaking her head as she spoke, her voice trembling.
“I…I don’t know…”

Jelena, Sammie, Erica, Danni and Cindy had just come upon a scene of horror. The hall was riddled with bullet holes, blast marks and a great gaping tear in the nearby wall. Armed far heavier than Brookes’ team; Erica and Sammie moved over towards the black darkness that led into the adjacent room; pointedly avoiding the dark crimson mess that they all knew had once been Lieutenant Commander Johnson; his head lay askew and awkward on one half of his mutilated corpse.
The smell had overwhelmed Danni who was vomiting around the corner. Cindy had moved to examine the still warm body though she knew he was far beyond gone. Jelenas’ eyes were searching for any sight or sign of Zoe and Grace, her flashlight beam illuminating the eerily red halls with a white glow.
“Oh my…” Sammie whispered once they were before the monstrous hole. Erica had fallen back, her dark eyes wide with shock.
“What is it”, Jelena asked softly, the fear just barely edging her voice. Sammie was shaking her head as she spoke, her voice trembling.
“I…I don’t know…”
Erica was knelt down near one of the sharp edges of the gaping hole, her suit cracking and chipping as her massive belly was squeezed tightly while she squatted to investigate the glowing, fluorescent green fluid dripping off of the torn metal. She didn’t dare touch it but she was certain it was blood…hopefully from the hybrid.
“It’s bleeding Captain. Whatever caused this hurt the hybrid…but not bad, at least not here”, and with a grunt of effort she stood, slowly allowing her weight to adjust, “maybe down there. Do you think Zoe put it through the hole?”
“I hope so Erica…but doubt it”, her eyes fell over the ruined mass of LJ, more importantly the pulse rifle lying off to the side, covered in gore. Something was nagging her; something in her thoughts was telling her that a lot more happened in this spot than the evidence around them was showing.
“Dammit, where the hell is she? Where the hell is Grace?”

An hour or more had passed since she left Zoe and LJ. She had finally reached the Galley and without a word opened the dried food stores and began stuffing herself. The gorgeous clone wasn’t truly hungry but her programming told her, demanded of her that she fed, the eight within her needed nourishment, regardless of the situation surrounding them. She had managed to gorge herself into slight stupor, a dangerous thing but with all that had happened, Grace wasn’t feeling too rational and by the time she’d finished off her fifth plate, her already massive belly bulging insanely before her; gurgling and groaning with fullness; the soft squeaking of unused wheels echoing softly down the hall pulled her from her feeding frenzy. Food covered her lips and her eyes contracted like an earthborn deer in headlights, fear masking Graces’ lovely face as the three beams of light poured into darkened mess hall and illuminated the incredibly gravid beauty.
“I’m not sure whether to be pissed or grateful”, Brooke sighed, joy filling her voice despite her words.
Tears refilled Graces dark eyes as Karlie and Rachel hurriedly waddle over to their lost friend and wrapped her up in an awkward hug of, silver flakes, sweat, extremely fecund, tightly packed bellies and wonderfully bulging naked breasts; Rachels’ exposed nipples openly spraying their over-burdened payload with the added pressure. Her sigh of relief was masked by the open sobs of Grace.
“L…Lieutenant Jo…Johnson is…is de…dead”, she choked out, her wet and reddened eyes locking onto Brookes’ steel blue orbs, “it...it has Zoe…”
Rachel straightened, her red hair darkened with perspiration; her green eyes almost glowing with fury and fear, her own set of tears welling up as she looked at Grace, heavy droplets rolling down her soft cheeks; the gorgeous doctor giving the Ensign her full attention. Her voice was a hoarse whisper.
“S…she told me to r…run Rachel…sh…she told me…t…too” and Grace broke down fully then. Rachel, her own sadness and fear running down her face gently caressed the wet cheeks of the always confident female. She could feel Grace shivering despite the fact that it was quite warm on the ship. Once she was sure the doctor was focusing on her, Rachel spoke; softly and caringly, not a hint of fault or blame in her voice.
“You did perfect Grace, you did all you could do…you protected your babies and you made it so we can go save her. Okay?”
It took a moment for Grace to respond, her body still quivering and her mind desperate to fight off the shock that threatened to overwhelm her but a soft, thankful smile soon found her lips and she gave the insightful Ensign a grateful nod.
“Okay”, Rachel whispered and gave Graces’ forehead a soft kiss, “now c’mon, we have to load up what you haven’t eaten and get the shuttle prepped.”
The returning look was one of confusion.
“The Captain is already looking for you and Zoe. You three load up; I’ll update Jelena.
With help, Grace squeezed out of her seat, her naked fecundity a ripened ball of tight, taunt flesh that looked eager to burst. If they didn’t know any better Brooke would almost guess the hybrid had somehow gotten to her already. She waited until the three began to load food into the empty cart; the finding of Grace; despite the news of Zoe and LJ; had given her little group a pit of hope. Wisely she stepped out of earshot of the others.
“Captain…Captain come in.”
Jelenas’ voice broke out into the near silence; despite the volume was turned down on the antique and the two were whispering.
“I copy Brooke.”
“Good news, we’ve found Grace. She’s alive and well and hungry!”
There was an audible sigh over the radio. She continued without waiting for an answer.
“She told us that Lt. Johnson is probably dead and…and Zoe may have been impregnated.”
“Copy. We found LJs’ corpse. We’re following a trail that hopefully leads us to Zoe. If she was impregnated we have maybe another hour before…Cindy says we can stall the delivery if we can get her a hyper-chamber in time.”
“We’ll have the shuttle ready.”
“Good work Brooke! See you soon!”
Brooke slid the radio into it’s’ holster and re-entered the room. Even with bellies ready to pop and their bodies fat and swollen, the three had made surprisingly good progress.
“Okay ladies, we move in five minutes!”
As the trio moved swiftly and efficiently, Grace calling out what would be most essential and last the longest; Brooke drew her small side-arm and kept watch. They had already taken too long.

The new brood was in danger. She had not been able to fully secure it before she was attacked but…but others were close, very close. The scent of the fertile one, the perfect host was heavy in the air. It was ripe…ready to be filled with her young. With a nervous glance towards the faint smell of the escaped host, the hybrid loosed a low growl and began the hunt for a far more succulent offering.

If they had been moving slowly beforehand; with the addition of Grace, the pace the four now took was decidedly ponderous. Nearly naked; save for the thin fabric of her sports bra; jiggling with the painfully full contents of her breasts and her gravity boots; the massively swollen doctor pushed and waddled as fast as her immensely distended form could handle; a tad slower than Karlie, who was panting now; the plump, petite three hundred pounder should have been on bed rest; she was still the furthest along, her own belly; though not nearly as big as Graces’, it was undoubtedly the massive, four heavy young pushing her womb to its’ design limits; creamy flesh now bare and tight as the nanite uniform continued to fleck and peel away. Rachel was little better; five big lives grew in the depths of her gravid sphere, pushing the mountainous orb a measurable distance from her well fed and fattened frame. She her meaty frame quivered with every step but most pointedly, her milk engorged breasts; balloons bloated to bursting, the nipples so dark and erect they looked ready to pop off, the orbs had become almost painfully debilitating; the overburdened udders leaking freely as Rachel stifled a whimper with every step.
Brooke was by far the smallest of her troupe; granted she still sported a belly nearly sixty inches around and was toting a good two hundred and fifty pounds of fat, young and milk; she was still small compared to her companions and as such couldn’t complain or even try to push them harder; despite that it would’ve looked insensitive, it just wouldn’t work. Still, the need for urgency and speed nagged at her; she could feel something closing in but every glance over her shoulder told her they were clear. The soft squeak of the un-oiled wheels from the cart did little calm her nerves.
The hybrid had bred, it had impregnated four clones; with Zoe, five and by now; according the what LJ had told them; four of those five had delivered which meant soon; if it hadn’t happened already; these xenomorphs were going to come and collect and she was standing right here with three of the fattest and most fertile host a hybrid could ever want.
She was more than grateful when they finally reached the blast doors that led to the Launch Bay. Quickly Brooke and Rachel moved to pull open the heavy magna-locked shields. Even then Brooke felt it, a cold shiver of fear and with a quick anxious look she could still see the way behind them free of aliens. With a nod to Rachel, their hands clasped firmly about the door handles, the two grunted loudly as they began to separate the heavy doors. It hit her even as two-hundred pound durasteel plates moved aside almost effortlessly, Brookes’ fear wasn’t behind them but in front.
Karlie had barely had the chance to gasp in horror before the hybrid shoved its’ way through the barely opened doors, sending Brooke and Rachel tumbling backwards. Strong alien hands grabbed her face and pulled Karlie forward; the creatures’ mandibles latching onto her head as the impregnating tube slid down her throat.
Screams of terror, surprise and rage erupted from the three clones as Rachel and Brooke watched the hybrid place large, clawed hands about their friends’ meaty waistline, lifting her with ease as thick bulges began flowing down the Ensigns’ esophagus. It slowly pulled her beyond their sight; pumping egg after egg into her swollen fecundity. It was Grace who recovered first.
“Get up! RUN!”
Brooke was over by Rachel and was desperately trying to get the heavy girl to her feet.
“Grace” she screamed even as the hugely pregnant female waddled over! With gasping heaves the two got Rachel to her feet and then began to pull her back the way they had come; despite that their destination was less than a hundred paces away.
“Karlie! Karlie”, Rachel screamed and wailed as the two forced her away, tears once again running down their faces!

Karlies’ heart was pounding as she felt hundreds of different sensations and emotions in mere heartbeats; fear chilled her body, the putrid, rank breath of the creature made her nauseas, she wanted to gag as she felt herself swallow the soft things it was implanting into her body, another wave of fear for the four lives that would now be destroyed; lives she was too weak to protect, disappointment, failure; fullness, uncomfortable, incredible fullness as she unconsciously gulped down more and more eggs.
Desperately she tried to reach up and touch her engorged, overburdened flesh; desperate to sooth the ballooning mass, to ease the passing of her young somehow but Karlies’ arms wouldn’t obey, she could hardly even feel her legs anymore and soon the clone felt her consciousness ebb away. Karlies’ last thoughts were thankful.

The hybrid continued to impregnate the incapacitated host; its’ abdomen, already full with ripeness gurgled and churned and creaked audibly as it was stuffed with the eggs of her brood. It took nearly fift33n minutes before the host was full; its’ body nearing its’ limitations. Carefully it placed the host against the wall and began regurgitating a sickening blackish fluid about the floor, pooling it around the hosts’ legs and then it began to make its’ web.
In less than an hour Karlie was cocooned; her monstrously gravid belly already quivering and pulsating with life.
Chapter Five
Fight or Flight

The hunt was good. The hunter was better. He swung his deadly sphere about his body as the four adult creatures charged. Around it came as the first leapt into striking distance; the razor sharp edge cutting across its’ throat and sending a spray of acidic blood outward as its’ head tumbled away and its’ body crashed to the floor lifeless. There was no fear as the other three came in a rush. It was too easy the hunter thought; swinging the spear overhead and then driving it downward as the lead creature landed before him.
Nimbly he rolled over the collapsing husk; his twin shoulder holstered cannons automatically took aim on the duel targets on his left and right, his interior display showing a full lock. Flashes of super-heated plasma erupted from the twin barrels and the remaining two aliens were blown apart splashes of gore and acid; their blood melting through the floor with smoldering sizzles.
He yanked free his spear and looked upon the carnage he rot; beyond these four were a dozen others, caught in a well placed trap. Still, he could hear more and knew his hunt would be good, but more so he hoped his brothers were fairing just as well. He would have to find them soon; it would take them all to bring down the abomination.
The spear collapsed into a smaller, more manageable cylinder and the hunter sheathed it as he headed away from his most recent battle; a scene very similar to two others about the ship. The hunt had been good.

Jelena took point, following a trail of silver flakes; discarded nanites from what Sammie could discern; and by the amount of exposed flesh the quintet was now showing; Sammies’ big belly was bare to the world, the lower hemisphere of her milk heavy tits a displaying softly tanned skin. Erica, her chocolate colored body was glistening in sweat, the buxom, round bellied amazon was nearly naked save her boots and a couple of ammo belts and side arm holster. Being the largest chested, her breasts bounced floppily with every move. Danni was giving them all a fair look at her bountiful bosom; bare flesh showing here and there on her ripening frame. Both Jelena and Cindy were showing the least; though that wasn’t saying much with the Captains’ own hefty mounds nearly cleared of dead nanites and Cindys’ gravidity revealing shinning, honey hued flesh.
The trail led them about the lower decks for close to half an hour before they rounded a corner near the security office and Jelena gasped.
“Oh my…Zoe!”
The Chief of Security was slumped against the wall, her breathing shallow but steady. Sweat glistened and rolled off her body as it desperately worked to sustain the unimaginable amount of lives gestating in her monstrous swell. Her legs were spread wide to accommodate the unearthly gravidity of her belly; the mountainous eggs sack of flesh pulsed and undulated as dozens upon dozens of the hybrids’ host anxiously, excitedly prepared for the upcoming birth. The five stood frozen for a moment; this being their first view of the hybrids work, a wondering just how much longer their friend had before the inevitable. Dark stretchmarks covered the too tight, too full sphere; the skin pulled so impossibly tight that it looked ready to split; a map of veins covered the immeasurably distended pregnancy that Jelena was amazed the poor girl made it this far.
“How long”, the Captain whispered hoarsely? When Cindy didn’t answer she turned towards the doctor and was startled by the strange gleam in her friends’ eyes. Shaking off the sudden thought in her mind Jelena clasped the clones’ hand.
“Cindy” and she was relieved when brown eyes focused on her own dark eyes, “how long?”
With a quick glance at Zoe, now actively hiding her fearful excitement, Cindy answered as best she could.
“I don’t know. An hour, two hours or…”
“Now”, whimpered Zoe, her blue eyes fully open, “their coming now!”

You sir are a lifesaver! Thanks a bunch! I was afraid I wouldn't be able to read this story any more. Again, thank you.

No problemo, dude, happy to help. His stories were always awesome, I was so disappointed when his final last story (a colab with NewTestament) ended abruptly and was never continued past the second chapter, but thankfully I have pretty much all of his other stuff.

As was I, because I was looking forward to that one. But things happen. At least we can appreciate the work he left behind. Would you happen to have more of the story? I absolutely loved Zoe's and Cindy's delivery.

I believe that's all there was to this story, at least that's all I have