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B17geek98
I don't remember if this story was shared on this site or on a different website. But if I remember correctly its a sci-fi story. Where this planet is at war with another planet and they are needing more Warriors. And through some kind of testing they discovered this guy is perfect to breed the women. To create multiple pregnancies. And that if I remember right rapid pregnancies. And the other planet that they were at war with. Enslaved their people and tortured them. Any help would be very welcome. It was quite a good story.
B17geek98
Does anyone know what story I am thinking about?
B17geek98
Bump.
klansee
Bump, I'm interested
Liked by B17geek98 (Jun 17, 2022)
HimitsuDragon
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Title I remember was "An Alien Comes Home"

Was about a man who caused rapid multiple pregnancies in women, even already pregnant ones.

He tries to have a normal life while trying to keep his impulses to knock up everyone he sees in line.

Then he knocks up a very pregnant woman till she's huge and she reveals she's an alien called a "Breedarian" from a planet from "Breedara".

Any of that Ring a Bell?
Liked by B17geek98 (Jun 18, 2022)
deux_anges
Yes, I know it. It's one in a series. I will dig it up and post it here.
Liked by B17geek98 (Jun 18, 2022)
deux_anges
An Alien Goes Home
A story in two parts by JB. Inspired by Anton Phibes.
 
Steve sighed softly as he patted the gigantic four-foot high shiny taut brown pregnant belly of his latest girlfriend. As always, he had tried to delay making love with her till he could explain about his problem, and as always she had not been willing to wait.
It was only their third date, and Khadijah had thrown herself at him like a wildwoman. She had not been willing, or able to take no for an answer. No woman ever could. They had screwed like crazy, five times, then it had happened.
Khadijah had been snuggling against him, mummuring softly with contentment, sated for the night. Suddenly, she had gasped loudly as her eyes flew wide open. She rolled onto her back, her hands moving to her trim belly as she moaned something about feeling incredible pressure there. Then, her back had arched, her head flying back with a groan as her hands reached up to clutch at her pillow.
Her belly surged upward, swelling and expanding at an impossible rate. In moments, she had looked full term with twins, then larger, and larger, till her belly was a huge, round, smooth sphere of gravidity topped by a popped out, stretched out navel. A dark line trailed down from her navel to her trim bush, and her skin looked tight and shiny.
Khadijah gave a soft moan, then passed out, overwhelmed both mentally and physically by the inhuman swelling of her belly. She now lay on the bed, unconcious, beneath a pregnant belly fully four feet high, and well over that in diameter. Her breast, having swollen with milk, sagged slightly to either side of the massive bulge. Khadijah moaned softly as her belly rippled from the movement of the lives developing in her womb.
Steve sighed again as he pulled on his shirt and walked to the door. As he reached for the knob, he turned back for one last look at the hugely swollen form of ex-girlfriend number 22. He knew what would happen next. She would wake up, scream from shock, call an ambulance and be rushed to the hospital. There the doctors would discover that she was 8 months pregnant with a large number of babies. She would stay in the hospital for that month, in a state of shock, then go into labor and deliver her babies. None of which she would want to keep due to the strange impregnation.
And she would never want to see that "freak" Steve again.
"I tried to warn you." Steve said softly as he closed the door.
It had all started on his 18th birthday. He had been the quarterback on his highschool football team, he was dating one of the prettiest girls in the school, and she was a cheerleader to boot. He was the beloved son of a very wealthy woman, and though he had never known his father, she gave him so much love and attention he almost never thought about the abescense.
Candi and he had gone out on homecoming night, a night that happened to coincide with his 18th birthday, and had gone up to one of the best makeout spots in town. They had climbed into the back of his brand new pickup 4x4 and started to go at it. That night, he lost his virginity in more ways than one.
They had brought protection, but he grew so big during their lovemaking that he split the thing wide open, to the surprise of both of them. Candi was in paradise, she had one orgasm on top of the other, her ecstatic cries piercing the night again and again as she bucked atop Steve's thrusting, humping form.
When she found out that he had split the condom, Candi was a little concerned, but only a little as she had just started her period that day, so she was in the one day "safe zone" her doctor had told her about, the day when it was very difficult for a woman to become pregnant.
They had started to drive home, both of them reveling in the heady afterglow of good sex, Candi thinking she had never had a guy like Stever before, and Steve reveling in the fact that he lost his virginity.
"Oh!" Candi had suddenly grabbed at her slim belly as she gasped softly.
"What's wrong?" Steve had asked.
"I don't know. I suddenly feel really...tight, in my belly," Candi was looking down at her waist as she spoke, one hand resting there, the other holding the armrest. "I feel a lot of pressure....OHHHHH!"
Candi's head flew back, both hands at her waist now, her body convulsing, back arching as she gave a gasping cry of surprise.
"What's wrong Candi?" Steve glanced over at his girlfriend as he spoke, and what he saw nearly made him run the car off the road!
Candi's flat, trim belly was swelling, becoming larger and rounder right before his eyes. It was expanding and growing at an inhuman rate, bulging out hugely and making her seem to be full term pregnant.
"Wh...wh...what's happening to me!!!?" Candi cried as her belly surged forward, growing larger still. She now looked as though she was carrying full term twins, and her belly was stil growing. With a loud ripping sound her knit turtleneck split down the middle, followed a moment later by her khaki slacks as they popped wide at the waist.
Steve had stared in shock for a moment, then had grabbed his car phone and called his mother.
"Hello?"
"Mom! You gotta help us! It's Candi, she's...well...her belly's growing as though she were pregnant, but we only just had sex!"
"You what!!!" His mom's voice had nearly torn his ear off it was so loud.
"We had sex okay? I know you warned me, but we just kinda started...and it went from there...."
"Come home immediately, do not go to the hospital, do not go to Candi's house, come here. Now." His mom's tone told him there was no room for deviation to her command, and a groan from Candi, now sporting a belly fully capable of containing quintuplets, spurred him on to follow his mother's command.
Steve raced home, thankful that he did not encounter any cops along the way. All the while, Candi writhed and twisted in the passenger seat, her belly growing and growing, swelling as though it was never going to stop. Her breasts started growing too, swelling from their usual C-cup to something in the E range. Her nipples became stiff, and when her bra popped from the strain, Steve could see droplets of milk forming on them.
Finally Steve pulled into the drive of his family home, mansion really, and his mother was there with a pair of male servants to carry the moaning, groaning, hugely pregnant girl into the house.
"Come with me." His mother said. She led him the opposite direction of where the men were taking Candi, and stopped only when they were in her study. There, Steve's mom revealed to him the most amazing news he had ever heard.
"You are not completely human."
"What??!!" Steve's confusion from the nights past events leaped to an all new high with his mom's statement. "What are you talking about?"
"Eighteen years ago, I agreed to take part in a government project to contact an alien race. You see honey, your father is from another world. 18 years ago I was out on a hike in the Rockies. I was alone, wanting some time to myself before I began my medical exams. That night, I had a visitor. A man from another world. He was very human-looking and very kind, he was also very handsome and very horny. I don't know why, but that night we made love till dawn. Nine months later you were born, and I have never seen your father since."
"Okay...what's that got to do with what happened tonight?"
"Well, your father explained to me that when the men of his people reach adulthood they gain the ability to impregnate any female they wish. And the pregnancies are always hugely multiple. He explained it to me, and I have forgotten most of it, but essentially your sperm makes a woman's body think it is time to ovulate, and to ovulate several eggs at once. Your sperm then seeks out the eggs, overpowers them, and the woman you have just made love with becomes pregnant instantly. The sperm also makes it so the fetuses grow very quickly, they reach eight months in the matter of a few moments. The last month is used for their bodies to fully and completely form, and for the mother's body to prepare for the birth process."
"You're telling me that I'm some kind of freak half-alien?!" Steve nearly screamed.
"I am afraid so."
Steve had wanted to scream that it wasn't possible, that it had to be a lie, but the events of just a few moments before could not be denied. "What do I do now?"
"I will see to Candi, it is surprising what a little money can do. I will pay off her parents and tell them some story which they will believe. I will see to it that Candi's babies are adopted by good people, do not worry, I will take care of everything." His mom grabbed him in a fierce hug. "But you have to leave honey, tonight. I will say you had an early admission to Oxford, and you had to leave right away, which is the truth by the way. You have to leave tonight honey."
"But...."
"No buts, you have to leave tonight. If you stay, Candi's parents will want to know what really happened, and if the truth comes out you will be hunted down and locked away somewhere. I do not want that happening to my son." His mom had hugged him again, then told him that he would have to be careful around women. His father had told her that he would ecxude a pheremone like scent that would make him irresistible to any woman, and any woman he had sex with would end up like Candi.
"Okay Mom." Steve's head had been swimming from the events of that night, shock, amazement, awe, and horror all flashed through his head as he quickly packed his bags. He tried to look in on Candi, who had stopped growing, but the poor girl took one look at him and screamed. She had tried to crawl away from him on the bed, but her massive belly was so big all she could do was twist and writhe in an attempt to get away from him.
Steve left that night in the family jet, and he never returned to the town he had once called home. His mom would come to visit him for the holidays, but she never allowed him to come home. She also never told him what had happened to Candi, except to say that the babies were all in good homes, and that she was fine, after some counselling.
That had been seven years ago, seven years of trying to avoid causing problems with his curse, seven years of trying to hide what he was, and what he could do. But every woman he met or dated, wanted to jump his bones within moments of meeting him. Even some of his female teachers had wanted him, especially one of them who was already pregnant.
He had gone out with her once, thinking and hoping that because she was already pregnant nothing would happen. He had been wrong, and the young woman had nearly been buried by her gigantic belly.
Steve had finished his studies at Oxford under a cloud. He graduated top of his class, gaining a degree in law and international relations, and had fled England as quickly as he could. Since then he traveled the world as an interprter for hire, amazing everyone with his linguistic skills. Everywhere he went, he tried to avoid dating any of the women he met, but it always ended the same, and all the women ended up like Candi and Khadijah...
 
A month later, Steve was in Tokyo doing work for one of the big electronic firms. He was the key negotiator and interpreter in a merger discussion that would net the company millions of dollars. As the key man for the company, he would receive enough money that he would never have to work again. Not that he needed it. The trust set up by his mom had matured when he turned 21, and that had made him an instant millionaire. But he liked to work, and he was a very gifted negotiatior.
Some of the companies executives, Steve's temporary bosses, had decided to go to a local strip club to relax. They invited Steve along, and Steve agreed to go.
Steve's eyes nearly bugged out of his head when he saw the gigantic breasted Asian headlining at the strip club. She was unbelievably gorgeous with enormous golden breasts as big as basketballs. He watched her lithe young body undulate and bounce about the stage until she lay on her back, her erect nippled mammoth bazooms pointing at the sky. He had never seen a woman so beautiful, so sexy and so outright sexual in his life! She put all the other women he had known to shame.
His bosses noticed Steve's fascination with the lovely stripper and called her over once her dance was done. She came straight over, not bothering to put on any clothes.
Steve was surprised to find she was quite tall for a Japanese girl, she was about 5'10 to his 6'4, and the fact that she was so close to his height made her all the more sexy as far as Steve was concerned.
She introduced herself as Anja, and accepted the men's invitation to sit with them. Still naked, she took a seat next to Steve, where her impressive assests were right in his face. Steve had a hard time focusing on any of the conversations that went on, and had to be called back to them again and again. Each time he dragged himself away from Anja's beauty with an effort that made her smile coyly and his bosses chuckle knowingly.
At last, his employers said they had to go home, leaving Steve and Anja all alone. She invited him back to her place, her eyes and body language leaving no doubt as to what she had in mind, and for once Steve accepted without worrying about the results.
Anja quickly got dressed, and they hailed a cab. On the way to her apartment, they were so wrapped up in each other's arms as they kissed and caressed one another that a nuclear bomb could have gone off and they would not have noticed.They got to her place, raced up the stairs and barely had the door closed before they were both naked, on her bed, and rutting like wild animals.
"OHHHH......YES!" Anja cried as she had her third straight orgasm. She threw her head back as she arched her back, her body shaking, huge tits jiggling wildly as she cried out again and again as she writhed atop Steve's thrusting body. Her hands moved all over her body, clutching at her huge tits or tangling in her hair, stroking her sleek thighs and hips, and moving down to lightly claw at Steve's chest. "Oh Baby!...You're gigantic!...give it to me....c'mon...give it to me....now...now...NOW!"
As if her verbal command did in fact control his body, Steve felt his own thundering climax overtake his senses. His hot white seed exploded into Anja's wanting, needing body as they both cried out in a mutual, overwhelming orgasm.
For a few moments after their shared orgasm, all was still. Anja still sat atop Steve, still stradling him at the waist, her sleek, sensual legs shivering slightly from the afterglow of good sex. Steve lay loose and relaxed beneath her, reveling in the pleasure of great sex, sex like he had never felt before.
Then it happened.
Anja gave a gasp, her hands flying to her waist as suprise and shock flashed across her face. They both looked down, and saw a slight ripple pass over her belly as Anja gasped again, this time the gasp turned into a small groan.
"Hnnnnnhhhh!!..."Anja gasped as her back arched, her body convulsing atop Steve as her hands suddenly clenched at her waist.
Steve watched in awe, trapped beneath her as Anja's belly started to swell before his eyes. She grew faster than the others, in seconds she looked full term with triplets, then larger, her tight flat belly ballooned into greatness making her as impossibly pregnant as she was impossibly big breasted. Anja groaned and gasped atop him, writhing and twisting as her belly surged larger and larger, her hands stroking her belly, then rising to cup her swelling, growing breasts. Steve suddenly realized that Anja was enjoying it! She wasn't gasping in fear or shock, but in erotic pleasure! For the first time in his life he had found a girl who enjoyed his curse.
Finally, Anja gave a long, low throaty moan as her body shook and shuddered in orgasm, and her belly stopped growing. She lay on the bed, having fallen off Steve due to her wild gyrations, stroking what she could reach of her now massive belly.
Steve stared at the sight before him, amazed at what he saw. The girl looked pregnant with a horse, the massive dome of her belly rising over five feet past the mammoth melons of her awesome breasts-her golden skin stretched taut and shiny without marks, her lovely bellybutton sticking out near the top. Even as he stared, a small bump appeared near the top, then disappeared as a baby moved within Anja's hugely overfilled womb. Anja moaned softly, a smile on her lips as she tried to caress the spot where her baby had moved.
"You're not human."Anja stated calmly.
"No, I'm not." Steve admitted, wondering what she was going to do.
"You're Breedarin, like me."
"What!" Steve's mind started racing. Was this girl from the same world as his father, from his homeworld?
"Well, you must be, only a Breedarin male could make me swell this big with babies." Anja looked at him quizzically. "Don't you know what you are?"
Steve smiled slowly. "Afraid not." He then proceeded to tell her his story.
By the time he was done, Anja was almost in tears she felt so sorry for him. "You've been denied your right to be a father long enough my dear, sweet Steve." She said as she stroked his cheek softly. "Come to Breedara with me, come with me now, and I will show you what you have missed."
Steve agreed without hesitation, and did as Anja directed. He went to her dresser, grabbed a small blue crystal, and brought it to the bed. He then lay down next to Anja, placing his hands on her breasts and belly.
There was a bright blue flash, a moment of disorientation, then Steve opened his eyes to behold a paradise beyond his wildest dreams.
 
 
 
Stay Tuned for Part Two!
JB
 
deux_anges
“An Alien comes Home” Chapter II
For JB, by XXXecil
 
 
            Steve blinked several times, but if the vista before him was an illusion, he did not want to come to his senses. The world of Breedara was definitely alien, but not unimaginably so. Rolling, emerald hills sprawled before him beneath a golden sky. The sun of this world seemed to flare with a weak, dark orange light. Fainter by far than Earth’s sun, but seeing how large it was in the sky, Steve assumed that it was far closer to the planet.
            The endless vegetation reminded Steve of the plants of his native Earth, but they were nonetheless distinctive. The smooth grass was as fine as hair, and it seemed to radiate a comforting warmth. There were blossoming flowers scattered everywhere, yet as Steve watched, these flowers shifted through a spectrum of colors and then died. Seconds later, new blossoms shot forth out of the ground. Beneath his feet, a tree was beginning to sprout. In seconds, its golden stem branched out in a glistening array as he stepped off it. These plants reached maturity in mere moments; playing out entire life cycles in as much time as it takes to describe their radiant beauty.
            “I guess that makes sense in a way,” Steve observed as he gazed over at the reason for his journey into this Brave new world. Anja, a dazzling, oriental beauty stood ponderously at his side; her gigantically pregnant womb seemed large enough to contain two beanbag chairs. But wait; how could she be standing? Before, back in her apartment, the awesome weight of her overripe belly must have weighed as much as the rest of her otherwise shapely frame, if not more. The wild mating they had indulged in moments ago had conceived a litter of offspring, all growing in moments to somewhere within the third trimester of fetal development. There had been no way she could even so much as waddle back on Earth with such a jam-packed womb.
            Yet here she was, standing beside him, only moderately encumbered by her fertile girth. “You should take a moment to enjoy the low gravity here on Breedara, Steve.” She explained cheerfully. “You’ll be able to jump higher and run faster.”
 
            “Or walk while pregnant with fifteen babies?” he interjected.
 
            “Don’t sell yourself short; babe. It feels more like….twenty something. And I know what a belly full of twenty growing lives feels like.” Anja smiled wistfully. “Your Earthling females know nothing of pregnancy; any Breedarin woman has more children in a month than a human will birth during her entire life. “ She turned her delicately slanted eyes towards him; while he was still digesting the dynamic fertility of this alien ecology surrounding him in pastoral splendor. Amidst his awe, Steve was still able to notice that Anya’s eyes now seemed a radiant shade of gold. Not surprisingly, the color of her eyes hadn’t been a very high priority for him.
            He felt Anya’s hand in his, leading him across the silken grass. He realized instinctively that he would no longer need shoes; the foliage was so sublime and soothing that no protection was required. The other Breedarins he could see were clad only in diaphanous veils and silks. They contributed to the atmosphere that seemed dream-like and idyllic in a way that clouded his senses with unearthly delight. He could see two of them, nearby a large dome-like plant the size of shopping mall. Suddenly, Anja reached over and attached a small, plastic disk to Steve’s forehead. He felt a buzzing ripple pass pleasantly through his head.
 
            “Mamrya!” shouted out the male, a muscular, black Breedarin with a smooth-shaven head and a wispy loin-cloth.
 
            “It’s been far too long, Phallun! You were discharged early, it would seem.” Said the slender, pale woman with sky-blue hair as she waved. The flowing veil that covered her pregnant body transparently revealed the luscious curves of her voluptuous frame, swollen with a ripe crop of offspring. Yet, the diameter of her belly was no greater than that of a hula-hoop. Anya had transcended that size quickly. The flimsy garments seemed to enhance her seductive nudity as it sparkled around her plump, soccer-ball sized tits.
 
            Steve reached up and touched the disk on his head.
 
“That will interface with the language centers of your brain,” Anja explained. “All speech that you hear will be translated as English. And any words you attempt to say will become Breedarin when spoken.” Steve was speechless before these wonders. (Though if he had spoken, it would have been in Breedarin!)
 
            “I haven’t seen you since the Fourth Monsoon Orgy!” proclaimed Phallun as he took Mamrya in his powerful arms. Without further preamble, clothing was discarded and the two locked bodies with a fluid grace that belied a lifetime of practice in erotic behaviors. Mamrya sighed with quivering relief as Phallun penetrated her with a single mighty thrust. As Steve watched, he got the impression that the brawny, dark-skinned male had total control over his alien cock. It seemed to blossom to full rigidity instantly, as if on command. And yet, upon hearing the lusty cries and seeing the jerking hips of his partner, he knew that Phallun had enlarged himself further once inside the eager crevice between Mamrya’s thighs. The two collapsed upon the ground, heedless whether anyone might be watching. Genitals joined together like a lock and key as the pair rolled lustily upon the grass.
 It was a perfect mating, Steve could almost feel the erotic pleasure from fifteen feet away. He was somewhat concerned; he knew that he could impregnate any woman, even those already pregnant. How large could a true Breedarin become? Probably nothing to worry about; they must know what they’re doing. Though at the moment, nothing else mattered to them, carried away as they were on a rising tide of mating instinct.
 
            “For us, it is like a handshake.” Replied Anja. She led Steve past the pair and approached the mall-sized dome of leafy vegetation.
 
            “Wait a second Anja, That w-woman, Mamrya, she said that this guy got discharged? As in, from the military?” He asked as he witnessed the spectacle.
 
“Well you se- Yaaa!!” yelped Anja, clutching her breasts. It seemed hard to believe that once these golden mounds had been no bigger than basketballs. They seemed determined to swell far beyond that size in the minutes since Anja’s impregnation. But now, Steve noticed a rapid, liquid trickle escaping her thrusting nipples. Not surprising really. All the human women Steve had mated with experienced vast expansion of their breasts accompanied with milk to feed her new brood, but Anja surpassed them all. He noticed the darker skin of her areolas was expanding, as her breasts transformed from sexual attractants to ripening milk-machines for the sake of the new lives kicking happily inside her. She moaned with delight as small streams of creamy lactation dribbled forth in sporadic bursts and watered the ground.
            “Oh Steve,” she gurgled. “Very impressive, y-you really are a stud!” She clutched her jiggling jugs with throaty passion. “This sort of milk-production is only caused by the most fertile males! And I-I’m still filling up!” Indeed, her breasts seemed heavier still, as her alien physiology created more milk than she could express. Fighting down the obvious pleasure this caused, she took a deep breath and placed her hand on the side of the colossal, leafy mound next to them. With a rippling shimmer, a passageway opened in the side of the living material. A smooth passageway was revealed, with the same texture as green marble walls.
            “Enter, dear Steve,” breathed Anja, unable to control the furious lactation from her pillow-sized tits. Before doing so, Steve noticed that there were several more of these structures of the same size, and they seemed to have darker towers on top of each dome….interesting. They walked through the smooth hallway for nearly a minute.
            “The first thing to do is to present you to the Council of Fertility, and I believe it may be possible to arrange an appointment with the High Breeder…”
 
         “Wait, Anja!” exclaimed Steve. She turned to face him curiously, droplets of milk splattering in a wide arc.
 
            “Th-this is all more wondrous than I could have imagined but, I have a lot of questions! You’ve never told me why you were on Earth, or what I’m supposed to do here, or anything! Are you people fighting a war? Is that it?”
 
            “Steve, I-“ just then, there was an interrupting commotion from a doorway on the right side of the hallway.
 
            “IT’S EMPTY!! Our entire sperm supply is gone! We are on a schedule! Get the Council on the line!!”  shouted a commanding female voice in a frantic tone.
 
            “No use! Every ounce of semen has been used today! It will take time for the extractors….”
 
            “We can’t wait for that! Precious seconds are being lost even now! We’ll need a man! Immediately, sound the clarion!” and then, a harsh siren resounded throughout the complex! Anja turned to Steve with a worried expression.
 
            “Steve, you need to trust me, there’s no time to explain. They need you in the next room, more than I do. You have a duty to your father’s people! Please!” as if Steve could resist those sweet, golden eyes. “You’ll be fine while I speak with the Council of Fertility.” She assured him while waddling rapidly down the hallway.
 
            “Yes,” Steve decided, someone must have slipped me a mickey, and I’m having the ultimate wet dream.” That was, he concluded the most logical explanation for the sight that awaited him. He found himself in a small, circular chamber filled with what appeared to be electronic monitors on the sloping, circular walls. This chamber was dominated by four cushioned pallets upon which four naked women reclined. The pallets had an indentation between the legs of each woman, as though designed to enable easy access to the shaven reward that awaited him between their wide-open thighs. One of them craned her neck upwards and noticed Steve.
 
            “What the Hell are you doing standing there? Can’t you see that none of us are pregnant with even a single child?” she barked angrily. The woman had a short, almost butch cut to her platinum blond hair. She had no jewelry or make-up, but with breasts the size of watermelons, there was nothing plain about any of them. Plastic tubes with suction cups were attached to her ample mammaries, and thin bursts of breast milk were being conveyed by vacuum pump upwards to some unknown receptacle in the ceiling.
 
            “I….uh…I’m sorry, but… I don’t live here!…I..I don’t know what’s going on-“ Steve stammered excitedly before he was interrupted.
 
            “No talking!” growled a busty beauty with a somewhat darker complexion, similar to someone of Indian or Middle-Eastern descent. “Enflame your cock and impregnate us all immediately!” she ordered with a desperate sense of urgency as she spread her legs further, and with one hand stretched wide the lips of her glistening snatch.
 
            Steve, unlike these Breedarin males, did not have direct control over his hardness; he assumed they were all able to erect themselves at will, the same way you might flex any other muscle. But nonetheless, the sights and sounds he had already experienced were more than enough stimuli. His naked cock leaped to attention; ready to fulfill the passionate demand imposed upon it. He stepped up to the blond, positioning himself in the indentation between her legs.
 
            “I’m from a planet called Earth, I’m only half Breedarin, please tell me what’s going on here, and why you’re all so desperate to get pregnant?” He was going to tease her a bit, but the moment he was in position, the demanding female wrapped her feet around his ass and pulled him in. Like a sword in a sheath, his cock was enveloped in moist warmth.
 
            “Grrrnt…. I’ve….heard of Earth…. Colonization…Unnt! Has been delayed due to the war effort….” She grunted as her wide thighs began to strain and pull. “We… are Military Breeder Squad, 69-XXX.” Steve let out a surprised yelp; the internal muscles of the breeder woman pulled and massaged his cock like never before! With expert dexterity, she cajoled and manipulated a firestorm of sexual excitement like nothing Steve had ever known! Had he been able to speak coherently through the waves of pleasure, he would have asked obvious questions about her training and experience.
            “We….are not….Yah!..like the females you…might have seennn-Nah!! So far…Military Breeders are chosen…for…m-m-maximum fertility!” His entire body quivered with the intensity of sensation! It was clear that these breeders had been trained in the most efficient ways to churn their internal muscles around a throbbing male cock. She seemed to be enjoying the process as much (if not more) than he was! In the midst of her groaning dialogue, she gripped and fondled her colossal tits as they blasted forth the rich bounty from her erect nipples, all sucked above them by plastic tubes. The rippling grasp of her mighty pussy delivered staggering waves of pleasure that threatened to bury the curiosity that had prompted his questioning!
 
            “We…have a-a-ah-ah-AHHHHHGH!…..all….been trained…to stimulate maximum ejaculation as rapidly as possible….. in the male.” And she had learned her lessons quite well. In minutes….or was it seconds….. The explosion came. A squirting eruption of liquid fire pounded into the eager womb enveloping Steve’s cock. Her heels ground into the muscles of his ass as she forced him further….deeper into the inner recesses of her fecund body. She gnashed her teeth with the urgent desire to squeeze every last fluid ounce from his probing rod. Her lower lips seemed to ripple and jerk, as she drained him more thoroughly than ever before, unwilling to let a single sperm cell escape. Steve pulled away.
 
            “Oh…Man…Th-that was… I…I never…” panted Steve before-
 
            “Time is wasting!” shouted the redhead next to the blond! “Give me your sperm! All of our wombs must swell with offspring!” she demanded with wide-eyed urgency, her breasts jiggling as their milk-output began to taper off. Steve began to back away.
 
            “Look lady, I’d love to but us human beings have definite limita-“ and that was when the humming began. As Steve backed away, he had entered a circle on the ground in the center of the room. There was an eerie, mechanical humming sound above him. Looking up, he beheld an object similar to a green satellite dish that began to crackle with some form of exotic energy. “Hey what’s this abou- YAH-HAA!!”
            A barrage of pulsing, blue-white light from the dish surrounded and enveloped Steve’s entire body! He reeled as every cell in his body began to tingle and burn! It was as if his flesh turned to liquid; every cell changing, blending into the others….it made no sense, but that was the best way he could describe it! In moments, it was over, and yet, it had just begun.
            Steve’s mighty cock sprang back to life! Now he could feel it…always before, his cock had been able to enlarge itself and break any condom when he had sex with the women on earth, and today was no exception! His cock throbbed with power! With the slightest stimulation, he knew he would enlarge to a size far beyond the heftiest rubber! Although, he also suspected that birth control was an unknown, blasphemous concept on Breedara.
 
            “You have an obligation to your world!” proclaimed the redhead; thighs open, nipples hardening in anticipation. “Do your duty!” The hungry lips of her drooling treasure opened wide to receive him. Steve could not deny his duty to his father’s homeworld.
 
            “For…d-decades….Breedara has been at w-war….” Moaned the redhead. Her inner muscles seizing control of Steve’s sex drive with Spartan discipline. “An alien..e-enemy…f-from a distant…starrr-Urgh!! System! Th-they b-bred a gigantic p-population on their homeworlds….Ohh….AHH!!!…t-trillions of people! M-most soldiers.” Had her writhing vagina not thrown him in such searing, erotic frenzy, he might have been able to absorb this information. “M-must breed….birth more offspring than ever before….to …h-hold our owowowWoww! You’re huge!! NNNAAAHH!!!” Steve gurgled with delight as her skillful ministrations rocketed him to an orgiastic plateau of bliss.
            Unable to contain himself, he leaned over, ripped a tube off one those pulsing jugs, and put his lips to her spurting nipple. “N-no…” she protested. “Milk…must feed…future soldiers of Breedaraa-ah-AHHH! Cumming again!!” shrieked the squirming redhead.
 
            “Wait!” shouted the blond, as she lay upon her pallet, her expanding womb ballooning outward, already surpassing a beachball, with room to grow. But that wasn’t all that grew. The blond breeder, well accustomed to the instantaneous growth of her multiple infants was not concerned with her womb, but rather her heavy breasts. She glanced at the display to her right.
            “Milk-duct coefficient has increased! Lactation product has increased by 40% over statistical mean! Exponential curve predicted!” She was joyful as she observed the readout on her awesome jugs, firing out more milk than ever before! The plastic tubes were filled solid with her spurting richness. In seconds, she clutched her womb.
            “Infant count…. T-twenty eight! Her navel popped out, jiggling the massive horde of offspring maturing within the gravid sweep of her ripening belly. “Ovulation hormones exuded by male subject are within the 90th percentile for Breedarin male potency! Recommend immediate re-assignment of male in question to the Breeding division!”
 
            But Steve, having blown his load yet again, and with a mouthful of Breedarin breastmilk, could barely hear her through the haze of sexual enervation. So sweet…Breedarin milk was like liquid honey, instinctively he felt that the mouthfuls he swallowed were more nourishing than any meal he had ever, or could ever eat on Earth. He stumbled over to the circle in the center of the room, for another burst from the blue light, restoring his sperm supply in seconds!
            Laughing with delight, he leapt over to the pallet of the third breeder, an Asian woman with purple eyes. Within those eyes, he beheld the hungry lust of a Breedarin that truly enjoyed her assigment, embracing it, (and him) with a passion even greater than the last two. Her lower lips devoured his thickening rod with an animal intensity, made all the more urgent by the data indicating the apparent superiority of his sperm and the hormones that went with them.
 Steve was able to maintain one of his first rational thoughts since entering this room; he was half human and humans were completely beneath Breedarins in the arena of sexual potency. Why should he be able to impregnate and cause lactation to a greater degree than a Breedarin male? But as before, the sea of wild lust that burned from his cock drowned out all reason.
Her delicate toes ground into his ass as the hungry breeder spoke. “Our sun… is a…b-brown dwarf star…it emits….r-radiation that….(gasp!) warps the…space-t-time continuum. W-we have learned…to use the energy….to…travel….between worlds..Unngh!! A-and create…many, vast pocket dimensions…as big..as big..as..YOUR COCK! SO HUGE!! AAAUHHGHH!!! (pant, pant) As…a continent….easily, to raise our legions of babies.” Her entire body began to spasm as she gurgled with pleasure. Furiously, the silken grasp of the slippery heaven between her thighs gave Steve another bout of heart-pounding bliss to match her own state of rapture.
“The enemy….d-desires…this…energy source….t-to solve…their overpopulation problem…. B-but…they….hate us…for our….sexual urges….they….they…try to suppress their own….I….I…AHHH!!!!” And the gorgeous alien lost the capacity for speech, her golden body wracked itself with a furious orgasm, all the while sucking him dry, the training of the Military Breeders apparently included ways to drain as much cum as possible from an exploding cock for maximum fertilization. As she spasmed uncontrollably, the tubes containing her gushing mammaries popped loose, and there was no force to stop the sheets of breastmilk spraying wildly from her, as her nipples thrust proudly into the air. Steve answered with a milky liquid of his own. And the pallet was saturated with juices.
And yet…those soft, fleshy pumpkins became laden with still more nourishment as she frantically re-attached her tubes. Out of the corner of Steve’s eye, he beheld the redhead, as her flat belly throbbed with the inexorable growth of the multitude of lives that had been conceived within her fecund depths. She and the Asian both caressed their glorious mounds, it seemed their training also included the most efficient movements necessary to milk themselves.
 
“Nursery Online!” shouted the blond. “Prepare to induce labor!” she cried, buried beneath the burden of a swelling womb that quickly dominated the pallet. A womb so vast that…..well….there was enough room inside her burgeoning abdomen for both Steve and her to stand upright inside, while conceiving more infants, presumably.
 
“Oh no…NO!!!” howled the darker, Middle-Eastern breeder, the only one not yet serviced, as she clutched her flat belly and stared at one of her monitors. “We’re under attack! They-They got a fleet of cruisers past our defenses! Their teleportation technology must be improving more rapidly than we thought!” The others were alerted, but there was little they could do.
 
“Reinforcements are too far away!” complained the redhead, checking her own monitor. “I had no idea their teleporters were that efficient!” But despite the danger, she kept milking herself, her belly kept expanding with a mother load of growing young, until her navel too, popped out. Steve wondered if that sound was a portent of doom.
 
“Wh-what do we do?” Steve wondered aloud, fear beginning to take the edge off his lust. Nevertheless, he stepped back into the circle so that the blue light could re-energize his cock.
 
“Keep breeding!” yelled the asian, who was beginning to feel those familiar stirrings within her own belly. “It’s our mission! Our duty! Never stop breeding!”
 
The redhead responded. “We shall give birth on the beaches, we shall birth in the fields, we shall birth in the cities, we shall never surrender!” she cried with passion.
 
The Indian/Middle-Eastern alien turned to Steve, an urgent plea in her golden eyes, as urgent as the lusty hunger within her dripping pussy.
 
“I need to be bred! Breed me, please!” she moaned. Steve didn’t have the heart to turn her down.
 
But then…
 
It happened…
 
Something happened…
 
At first, Steve wasn’t sure what it could be…
 
The strange lights weren’t startling; he was on an alien world with alien technology, but now the environment became more alien still. Steve experienced a tingling, and a rush, as though he had just fallen a hundred feet in a second. And now the world was upside down. Not literally, though.
 
He was in a small, grey-metal cell, naked of course, with a crackling energy field separating him from the outside hallway.
 
“Anja!” sure enough she was here, next to him, seemingly as shocked as he was. She seemed less pregnant now, her belly only the diameter of a hula-hoop, with pumpkin-sized, milky mammaries. “Wha-what’s going on! I-I’m here….wherever here is…..you’re here….and you’re less pregnant! How!?!” Steve was nearly hysterical, not only because of this change of venue, but also due in no small part to the fact that he would not get a chance to mate with the last breeder.
 
“I…I donated some of our babies to the Military, they were transported to the nursery unit. You made me more pregnant than I first thought.  And….and this is an enemy starship! Their advancements in teleportation are greater than we anticipated!” she said, golden eyes wide as she explored her surroundings.
 
“There is much you have failed to anticipate, Breedarin whore!” proclaimed a metallic voice over a hidden intercom. “You have yet to acknowledge our inevitable victory! But for now, you are both prisoners of the Pruudd empire!”
 
  to be continued…..
deux_anges
“An Alien goes Home”
(An Alien Comes Home, Chapter 3) 
For JB       By XXXecil
 
            The cell was dull, cold, and gray. Like most everything else in the Pruudd empire, Anja explained. Her pregnant, naked abdomen, with a diameter greater than Steve’s big screen TV rested upon the featureless stone of their cell. Well, it might have been stone. Whatever the substance was, it was absolutely gray, absolutely dull. The alien material was so lacking in color that it seemed to bleed all happiness out of the cubicle. The only object that broke the monotony was the flickering, translucent haze of a forcefield that confined them here. Steve had seen enough Star Trek episodes to heed Arya’s warning that he not touch it.
 
“W-what’s going to happen to us, Anja?” Steve struggled to keep the fear out of his voice.
 
            “The Pruudd do not often take prisoners, but when they do, those prisoners are never seen again. I’m sorry to have dragged you into this, Steve.” Her golden eyes seemed to cloud with moisture for a moment. “I just wanted you to see your father’s homeworld. I never met him, but he must have been part of the Colonist Party.”
 
            “Meaning?” queried Steve, as he wrapped an arm around her smooth, golden-skinned shoulders. She snuggled up to him, pillowy breasts jiggling as milk leaked from her rosy nipples.
 
            “The Grand Design, Steve. Breedarins can mate and conceive offspring with any sexual species; no matter how physiologically or biochemically different. Any creature that has sex can be impregnated by a Breedarin male, and a Breedarin female can bear offspring from any male being.” Anja’s eyes became wistful as she summarized her abilities.
            “For centuries, we have used our temporal warp technology to explore the galaxy, seeking out sentient species to mate with. It always seemed like the best way to conduct diplomacy; if we can breed with enough people, they will accept us, because we will be bound by blood. But not the Pruudd; they were so repulsed by us that they attacked immediately, vowing to expunge us. They have never relented.”
Because of the war, exploration has been cut back to a minimum; we use all our resources to try and hold our own on the warfront, and at home we try desperately to catch up to the enemies’ population. There are so many of them, so many. It’s been years since I’ve seen a Breedarin woman who wasn’t pregnant with more than ten children. We’re closing the population gap, but they still outnumber us. And all we wanted was to seek out new life and new civilizations to have sex with. Now, the Pruudd will kill us both, I’m so sorry Steve.” She buried her head in his shoulder, the babies in her womb began to kick, as though experiencing their mother’s grief. Something was wrong.
            Steve felt something, a burning tingle in his groin. It was not like any erection he had ever experienced. A seething, electric throb began to pulse through his nether-regions, it was as though his body was gathering something, or building something. His breathing became labored.
 
            “Anja….I…something’s wrong with me, I Whoa!!!” and Steve’s cock shot forth. It was elongating! He was becoming larger, more potent than ever before! And here he was about to die! What gives?!
 
            Anja examined him curiously. “The Engine of Eros, The Eternal Cock! The danger of our situation has brought this upon you, Steve.” She explained, unable to resist caressing the expanding rod.
            “You see Steve, humans have an adrenalin release when they are in great stress or danger, causing the fight-or-flight instinct. Breedarins have that too, in a way. Aside from adrenaline, the body of the Breedarin male creates a store of hormones that are released in time of stress. When he is in danger, his cock lengthens, and he begins to secrete a pheromone so powerful, that it exhibits a narcotic effect on any fertile female within range. Far more concentrated than your normal scent. If he must die, the Breedarin male most often leaves offspring behind. No female can resist the Engine of Eros, it drugs the mind, enflames the pussy.” Anja’s own breath became accelerated, as sweat beaded upon her brow.
 
            “But, this has never happened before!” Steve exclaimed in a mixture of awe and terror.
 
 
            “Often times, the breastmilk of Breedarin females causes half-breed males to become more sexually potent. You must have….have….” It was becoming more difficult for Anja to talk, as her heart pounded within her well-endowed chest. “Must…have had fun with th-those Military Breeders! Oh, my…Even….Even if you die Steve, your cock will put out a concentrated attractant so powerful that females for miles in diameter will be driven to seek you out. The Female…..enters a frenzy….all inhibition lost….she must do everything in her power to become pregnant by that cock! And…I am no exception!…I couldn’t resist your cock now even if I wanted to!” Her lip quivered, her eyes took on a feral gleam, as her intellect was submerged by a savage lust that soon became her entire universe.
 
            “Anja, how long will I ge-“
 
                        “Can’t…..Talk…..must…..BREED!!!….BREED!!!!” She straddled his hips as best she could, pinning him down with the weight of her awesome belly, as her churning thighs rocked back and forth, enveloping the prodigious length of his monster cock, which was over a foot long and still growing! And the pressure! He was almost overflowing with jism! He was about to repeat his question again, until he looked into her narrowed eyes.
 
             Anja was gone. The female straddling him did not know where she was or who she was. She had lost her powers of speech and thought. The low grunts emanating from her throat heralded a devolution into a creature of pure instinct. Anja had become an animal, as her throbbing snatch gushed forth lubricant for his mind-boggling dick, Steve felt in danger of entering such a state himself.
             His all-powerful penis had thrown her beyond all reason, and the pleasure exploding from within him made it easy to forget his danger. The animal above him lacked the precise control of the Military Breeders, but she made up for it with pure beastial enthusiasm. He could feel himself being carried away, his lust seized him with a passion older than time, as old as the universe. The eternal reproductive mandate filled Steve’s shaft. Soon, neither Steve, nor the rutting bitch in heat that had captured him had any choice in their behaviors.
 
           
Something must have happened to Steve that mirrored the state of mindless, rutting lust that consumed Anja, for his own memories became blurred. The lust that filled them simply allowed no room for intelligent thought. Nothing in the universe was more important than shooting his engorged cock into the gushing glory between her thighs. Steve and Anja had become something larger than themselves; it was as though the emergency pheromones had connected them with every creature, every living thing that had ever been in heat, had ever lusted after the opposite sex. They could no more stop their actions than they could stop the sunrise.
 
 
                                                **********
 
“Anja?…Anja? Can you understand me?” It was hard to see her face, her belly had swollen so large that a Volkswagon Bug could fit inside. Rivulets of breastmilk streamed lazily down her taut dome and puddled on the floor. Her supply was amazing; his semen really did enhance lactation, in all women apparently. Luckily, this strange gray material seemed to absorb any liquids spilled upon it.
 
“N-n- uuuurggh….oohh!!” Had she recovered her mind yet? “(pant, pant) N-nuh….N-not p-possible…so many…..so many babies….” She still seemed to be on Cloud Nine with orgasmic afterglow. “I was…al-already pregnant. B-but…the Engine of Eros….I’ve never ovulated so much in my life! Even under Breedarin gravity, I can’t move! M-must be…close to fifty children!! Th-thank you Steve, I’ve never known such pleasure. I would say I could die happy, if not for our babies. No one ever sees prisoners of the Pruudd ever again. This….this is so rare, Steve. Only one in a thousand Breedarin males can re-impregnate before labor. Your cock is a gem, Steve. A gem.”
 
“Well, yeah that’s something I wanted to ask you about. I’m only half-Breedarin. Humans aren’t anywhere near as fertile as you guys. Why does everyone tell me that I’m a cut above the rest? How can I be more potent than the average Breedarin male?” Perhaps now, he would get some answers. They needed to be quick answers, though. His newly awakened Breedarin cock was flaring to life again, with the libido to match.
 
“That was part of the reason I came to Earth, Steve. I’ve been studying humans and-“ THOOM….came the resounding reverberation as a door opened nearby. Heavy footsteps were heard approaching the cell.
 Steve had been wondering when their captors would present themselves. But he knew he was in deadly danger, and as if in response, his cock hardened yet again; eager to impregnate anyone or anything female to ensure that his genes were passed on. Not that he had to worry. Back on Earth, he had sired perhaps hundreds of children upon the human women that were overcome with his alien sexuality. And since reaching Breedara, Military Breeder Squad 69-XXX had wrung every possible ounce of sperm out of him that they might bear his brood. Sixty children, he suspected. It could have been eighty if he’d had a chance with that last breeder. How many guys could conceive offspring on two planets? It didn’t matter to his cock, however. It’s full potential had been awakened, and in spite of the danger Steve had a lingering feeling that somewhere, somehow, his throbbing member would find a way to impregnate someone else before he died.
He could hear them, and the chip Anja stuck on his head translated their words into English. Metallic boots clacked upon the floor as the two approached the cell.
 
“Don’t tell me you haven’t wondered…” began one of them. Their voices were distorted by some sort of electronic interference. At least he assumed there was some distortion, these were alien beings, so he couldn’t be sure.
 
 
“Never! We must not entertain such thoughts! To do so would be to destroy all we have gained through these years!” beneath the mechanical tone of the voice was a powerful undercurrent of passion. These beings were definitely not emotionless machines.
 
 
“But there are those that watch, and some will take a prisone-“
 
 
“NO! You are my comrade in arms, but I shall not stand for such talk! It is treason! You do not remember the past, you don’t know the consequences of such betrayal!” Closer, closer. They were within ten feet of his cell.
 
 
“All I’m saying is that it is worth further study-“
 
 
“I AM A WARRIOR OF THE PRUUDD IMPERIUM! I HAVE NO DESIRE BUT AUSTERE DISCIPLINE!! I KNOW NO PLEASURE BUT COMBAT!!! I AM A ROCK, I AM A MOUNTAIN, THERE IS NO COMPASSION, THERE IS ONLY MIGHT!” Perhaps this mantra was a signal to end this line of conversation.
 
And they arrived at his cell. They seemed roughly human size. They appeared to have two arms, two legs, a chest and head beneath their jet-black, hi-tech, battle armor. Their headgear was reminiscent of a cross between a biker helmet and a carnivorous insect. Absolutely no flesh could be seen, only sharp edges and cold metal. They seemed human, and yet….their chests…hmm…They seemed to have two parallel rows of ovoid flesh situated vertically on their alien chests. He couldn’t be sure of anything through the armor, however. Hmm….immediately, he thought of breasts. Well, no not quite. They were too large to be human breasts, and they didn’t seem to be attached right. No, these parallel rows seemed truly alien, otherwise the creatures could have been completely humanoid.
 
“Look at it!” gestured the second Pruudd in Steve’s direction. His naked cock thrust out before him. Anja moaned languidly in fear, completely unable to defend herself with the weight of such an awesome belly. “It is disgusting beyond belief!” rasped the being’s mechanical voice from under that wicked helmet.
 
“What could the Emperor want with such a being?” rang the voice of the second Pruudd.
 
 
“It is not our place to question the Austere Majestic Glory. It is our place only to carry out the Emperor’s infallible bidding.” They began fiddling with buttons on their armored gauntlets.
 
“Emperaaahh?!!” The air became hazy with translucent ripples; Steve was apparently being teleported again, he tried to reach to Anja’s overpregnant body but he dematerialized too quickly.
 
 
“…But your Majesty, the risk involved,”
 
 
“DO NOT PRESUME TO QUESTION MY INFALLIBLE WISDOM, LOWLY ONE! YOU FORGET YOURSELF!!” proclaimed a booming drone from over an intercom. Fifteen more of the armored Pruudd warriors stood here, in a boxy antechamber with doors to the north and south. This place was less monotonous, being composed of flat, silvery metal rather than flat grey stone. (or whatever it was) But Steve would not remain here long.
 
“Despicable beast!” crackled the mechanical voice of an angry, armored Pruudd. “Look at it!” The alien gestured at Steve’s erect, foot-long member. “Its lust is an affront to us!”
 
“It is a half-Breedarin mongrel; the enemy spreads their foul seed across several worlds.” Explained another, beneath that angular, sharp-edged helmet.
 
“I must cover this monster,” declared another, as it draped a blanket over Steve’s body. “To present it to the Austere Majestic Glory in this state is an unthinkable affront.” There was no reason to argue. The aliens were also carrying cylindrical devices that might have been rifles of some sort. No doubt disintegration beams, or something equally horrible.
 
“THE PRISONER WILL APPROACH OUR MAJESTY.” Boomed the thunderously amplified voice from over an intercom system.
 
“Honor Guard, prepare-“ began the nearest Pruudd.
 
“THE PRISONER SHALL ENTER ALONE.” Responded the royal voice in a thunderous, metallic roar. Even under that ghastly helmet, Steve could tell the Pruudd squad leader was flabbergasted.
 
“B-but Austere Majesty! This is highly irregula-“ and as the creature spoke, the air rippled and shimmered around all of them, as the Majestic Emperor used the Pruudd teleportation technology and dumped them somewhere else.
 
“THE PRISONER SHALL ENTER NOW!” rang that frightful voice. A doorway opened, and another behind it. Steve gulped, then pulled the blanket around his naked, aroused body as he tried to maintain some shred of dignity while entering.
 
“YOU ARE FROM THE PLANET CALLED EARTH, CORRECT?” boomed the voice, in a slightly less intimidating tone. Steve stammered out a vague affirmative as he studied this inner chamber. There was not that much to study; a square of grey, hanging curtains dominated the center of the room, and the walls were festooned with various blades, hand-held objects and cylinders that seemed to be firearms of some sort. Steve assumed that a wall decorated with weaponry was supposed to somehow put him in awe of the tough-as-nails attitude the Pruudd seemed to revere.
 
“I HAVE DECIDED TO TRY AND EARN YOUR TRUST, HALF-BREED.”    
 
            “ C-call me Steve.”
 
            “STEVE, THEN. I DID NOT TELEPORT YOU DIRECTLY BECAUSE I NO LONGER WISH YOU TO FEEL LIKE A PRISONER HERE.” as the metallic voice rang, Steve could see something behind the curtains, someone moving; the shape was…basically human. So far he saw no wings, tentacles, or other bizarre appendages. The figure seemed to be holding something towards where its mouth should be. Could it be…..some kind of microphone?
 
            “AS A GESTURE OF TRUST, I HAVE DECIDED TO ALLOW YOU TO SEE ME, AS I APPEAR WITHOUT BATTLE-ARMOR. TO SEE A PRUDD WITHOUT ARMOR IS A GREAT HONOR.”  Steve nodded, but did not feel relaxed or at ease; however, his newly-awakened cock continued to throb obscenely, the stress and fear heightening his sexual prowess.
            The figure approached the edge of the curtains, and it cast aside the device that it held towards its mouth, which clattered on the floor under the curtains. And it drew aside the separating cloth.
            He should have guessed it. Steve should not have gaped as though he’d seen a ghost. He should not have stammered out in surprise the way he did. In hindsight, he supposed it was logical. They did have the right shape.
 
            “What were you expecting: Tentacles and compound eyes?” said the slender woman standing before him. The diffused lighting that permeated the chamber highlighted her sky-blue skin, as she shook out a lustrous mane of rainbow-striped hair. She arched her back, her four breasts jiggling under the confines of the brief undergarments that barely covered her. Now it made sense; those strange, parallel rows under their armor, they couldn’t have been human breasts, rather they were two rows of breasts! The bras looked painful; apparently they were too small for the fleshly globes that strained against them like cerulean bowling balls.
            Steve saw another use for that black battle-armor; it completely concealed the voluptuous swell of her massive hips. Nor could any trace be revealed of the lithe grace of her toned legs. But the helmet was perhaps most important; from behind that fearful shell of bladed protrusions, no one would imagine such a delicious visage of sculpted beauty as the face behind such a terrible mask. (If you didn’t mind her blue skin) Her eyes, like deep pools of liquid passion seemed to shift through all the primary colors as she studied him.
 
            “I-I think I’m beginning to understand now….” Steve said, desire beginning to supplant the fear.
 
            “Yes Steve,” the Emperor’s true voice was smooth as honey, soothing as silk. “Our bodies are not natural; we were genetically engineered in the past. We were created to be perfect concubines and harem slaves. The men on our planet had sexual appetites beyond all reason. They would slaughter each other greedily for any chance to increase their harems. Sit down Steve, sit on these cushions, Sometimes, I decide to allow myself a few comforts.” Steve did as he was instructed.
            “Our men perfected means of genetic manipulation in their constant yearning for limitless sex. There were never enough women for every man to have ten wives, as they desired, so they began cloning us, millions of cloned females. All of us designed with exaggerated hips and breasts, and raging libidos. In time, every man could afford a few dozen busty, female clones that craved his cock. But it didn’t end there; now that our men had a way to satisfy their ravenous mating instinct, their appetites grew. Our men began to resent the need to do any work at all; they demanded vast legions of concubines, enough of them to do the work needed for society to function, so our men could concentrate of bedding ten women every night; each day spent indulging their insane lust for us. We constructed massive city-ships. Millions of horny, busty, clones working to maintain these ships in hopes that the master would notice them, and grace us with his cock.” And Steve’s sharp eye began to take notice; the Emperor seemed almost wistful as she summarized the years of harem life.
            “The dream of our men was to have a different woman each day, never mating with the same woman twice. In the end, the only contact men had with each other was to trade different clone models for variety. And soon, we were running everything, all of society was controlled by female clones seething with frustrated lust. Some of us in the more distasteful jobs were forgotten altogether; going for years at a time without the cock we were designed to hunger for.”
 
            “And that made it easy to rebel, didn’t it?” guessed Steve, sitting comfortably on a cushioned bench.
 
            “Yes Steve, The men might have been able to resist our attacks, but even as we executed them, those men that remained couldn’t pull themselves away from the slippery cunts and jiggling breasts of their favored concubines long enough to mount an effective defense. That is our legacy, sexual enslavement leads only to rebellion and death. That is why we fight the Breedarins; we must not allow their lustful ways to influence other worlds. You don’t want your women to be confined to sexual slavery, do you Steve?”
 
            “Well, no but I don’t think….”
 
            “I remember, Steve! We were designed to never age. Our breasts continue to swell, and our craving for cock increases as we grow older. I spent decades spreading my legs, pussy burning with maddening lust as the juices from my drooling snatch bathed the cock of my master. Each night, I dreamt of his semen blasting into my womb. His sperm was so precious to me. And they cloned so many of us; millions upon countless millions of females enflamed with furious lust. Worlds full of women, with only a handful of men between them! It was despicable!
            “I’ve spent the decades since then learning to contain these lusts. We can channel them now; channel our lust into rage and ambition! Now we have the dignity our ancestors lacked! We have respect! And we will not allow the Breedarin to spread their seed to other worlds, we will not allow the sexual obsession that consumed us to spread beyond their sickening world. You’ve said you don’t want your own women to become sex slaves, Steve. So help us! Tell me everything you know about the Breedarin plans for Earth, tell me what you’ve seen! You can help us Steve, we need intelligence about Breedara desperately.” The Emperor’s colorful eyes were pleading,  but it was not difficult to read another need there.
 
            “No.” replied Steve simply.
 
            “You refuse me! I am Emperor here…”
 
            “Exactly, as the Emperor of such a vast population, you would have all sorts of people who would conduct all sorts of interrogations that would report to other interrogators if information is all you need. The Emperor wouldn’t bother with a single prisoner; you must have awesome responsibilities. You would have someone else to deal with me.” Steve asserted boldly, realizing that he had one chance for survival.
 
            “W-what are you implying?”
 
            “That you want something else from me. You’ve studied Breedarin males. You know that you’re missing out. You know what you really want.” And with that Steve made his move. His hand lashed out, and he grasped the edge of the Emperor’s underwear, and ripped!
 
            “N-NO! Y-you dare!”
 
            “It’s useless to deny it, your Majesty. Your lust is obvious. You don’t want to admit it to yourself, but you’ve brought me here for sex.” Tim unveiled his throbbing cock, harder than ever before, filling the room with his rutting scent. The Emperor stood in chagrined anger, her lips sputtered as she tried to speak. But Steve could already see the glistening of feminine juices upon her hairless pussy.
            And that was when her bras gave out. The swelling might of inexorable alien tits exploded outward from all four of her cups. She collapsed to her knees, gurgling with passion as each of her energized mammaries blossomed to an awesome, jiggling girth that challenged the diameter of a car tire.
 
            “Let me guess, the men that genetically engineered you designed you with breasts that enlarge when you get aroused.”
 
            “I HAVE NO LUST! I AM A ROCK! NO DESIRE BUT AUSTERE DISCIPLINE!” howled the Emperor, kneading her explosive mounds. She was clearly struggling, sweat beaded upon her blue brow as she struggled against the twin onslaught of Steve’s pheromones, and her own nature.
 
            “No, your Majesty, you’re not a rock. You’re flesh and blood, you’re a woman. A woman with needs. You’ve already admitted how much you cherished your decades spent as a helpless cock-slut.” The emperor crawled on her hands and knees, desperate to escape Steve’s mesmerizing cock, desperate to escape her own volcanic urges. Steve walked up to her, grasped her hips and began rubbing the tip of his member over the lush bulge of her imperial ass.
 
            “This is why you’ve called me here. You won’t admit the truth to yourself, but subconsciously, your sexual hunger has been driving your actions. You know its what you want.” Her blue ass quivered, and speckles of her female juices touched Steve’s manly rod. It wouldn’t be long now; her secretions were running freely down her leg, Steve caught a whiff of something that smelled like flowers. Her designers must have added that to give the harem a natural incense.
 
            “N-NOT A SLUT!!! WE….ARE NOT….SLUTS!!” Her breath was heavy, body heaving with passion. She did not want to surrender, but she was not resisting the caress of Steve’s mighty rod. Her willpower must be extraordinary, He was familiar with the way women had been overcome by his sexual powers ever since his eighteenth birthday. And Anja’s mind had collapsed, reducing her to an animal state to satisfy her mating instincts. But this Emperor, she was capable of great resolve. But Steve knew that she was rapidly reaching her limit.
 
            “Cock…”she gurgled, struggling amidst her anguished lust. “Give me your cock Master! Blast my womb, blast me until your seed oozes from my cunt! TAKE ME MASTER!” And with that first, single thrust, Steve conquered the Pruudd empire.
 
            Tears of joy streamed down her blue cheeks, as she felt throbbing manhood penetrating her, both body and soul as Steve took her from behind.
 
            “ A hundred years without cock… so long….But I never forgot, never forgot the rapture, Master!” she gasped and quivered. Amazing, she looked not a day over 20 in human years, as Steve contemplated this marvel, he felt a powerful jolt! It was her pussy, she seemed to have unique organs inside her womanhood that caressed his member with gentle electric currents, the feeling was phenomenal! Multiple layers of delicious sensation crashed through Steve’s awareness, and both of them howled in unison.
            Steve realized then that the Emperor’s mind had also failed her, she was most likely back in that harem from so long ago, reveling in the ecstasy granted by her master’s cock. It was in her nature, she had reconnected with the past she tried to suppress.
            He would not have much longer to marvel at the wonders of this woman, he could feel the tidal wave of lust surging within him, that breeding impulse that transcended the rational mind. Soon, Steve too wept with joy as he tasted the rapture of sex with the Pruudd. She really was a perfect concubine.
            Their churning bodies ground into each other, the slippery electricity of her oozing, tightening, snatch gripped him with merciless intensity as she ground her ass into his pelvis. He dug his face into the rainbow-hair on her head, then moving downward, peppering her bright blue skin with kisses and love-bites. He gurgled again, as her flowery cunt odor permeated the air. Sweat dribbled off her bulging breasts, partially loosening the tenacious grip of Steve’s hands, even though he grasped her awesome globes with an almost fearful passion.
 
            And at last, there came the Orgasm felt round the world. (or galaxy)
 
            Copious streams of cum blasted forth in a river of release as Steve howled his passion. The tight pussy of the Emperor seemed to squeeze and wriggle as her lower lips devoured his seed. His new cock possessed more sperm than was ever humanly possible, and after her tight womb was filled to overflowing, Steve whipped out his shooting organ, dribbling sperm upon her flesh as her he switched to her mouth. She hungrily feasted upon the milky elixir blasting from him, suckling his penis as though it were a fount of nectar. Not surprisingly, she was able to swallow his entire length, the men who designed her clearly saw no need for a gag reflex.
            It was a moment of surprising intimacy; Steve sat upon the floor, gripping the Emperor’s rainbow head as her swirling tongue fully drained him of semen. Even after he had been emptied, she continued her moaning and suckling, and though using his cock to make up for lost time. And that was when it began.
 
            “H-Wha?” yelped her Majesty as she felt the stirrings. She released Steve’s grateful penis as she studied her naked, blue flesh. Yes, it was there, the tiny swelling right below where her navel should have been.
 
            “Is-is it possible?” she stammered in confusion.
 
            “Of course it is,” Steve reassured her.
 
            “We…were designed with repressed fertility, our men didn’t want to deal with the bother of natural reproduuooo-Whoa! YAAA!!” She spasmed, and the swelling began in earnest. The multitude of offspring ballooned her smooth abdomen, forming the beginnings of a fertile bulge that was nowhere near completion.
 
            “It’s easier if you lean back.” Said Steve softly, cradling the Emperor’s lovely head in his lap. Even amidst the panoply of sensations that bombarded her, she still had the presence of mind to wrap her tongue around Steve’s deflating cock.
            The Dome grew, pushing aside her legs with its blossoming expanse. Steve’s study of the spectacle was suddenly interrupted by a moist spray in his face; her milk had come in. Four alien breasts became laden with nourishment for her new brood, unlike any in the galaxy. But Steve knew they would be beautiful; Anja had assured him that Breedarins can conceive with any sexual being. He wondered if they would ever be as gorgeous as their mother was now, burgeoning with growing embryos as her gravid womb approached the size of a bean-bag chair. Steve licked her turgid nipples, savoring her motherly cream. Interesting, her milk had that same, flowery scent, and the taste had an almost citric flair. She sighed as though releasing a heavy load, although it was clear she now carried a burden unlike any she ever had before.
            The Emperor’s eyes now held pure contentment. Gone was the aggression, anger, and Spartan resolve. All traces of the conquering warlord had melted away, replaced by the instincts of nurturing motherhood. She caressed her swollen girth, reveling in the vibrations of her healthily kicking offspring. And those contented eyes turned to Steve,  wordless thanks being given.
 
            And the air rippled as a squad of Pruudd warriors teleported into the chamber. Gasps and shrieks filled the air, and the resolved discipline of the Pruudd failed; they could not, did not know how to act. Except for the warrior that took point; she pressed a button, and slid off her helmet.
 
 
                                                           
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
            The shuttlecraft touched down on the surface of Breedara, surrounded by an armed contingent of Breedarin warriors, weapons trained on the craft. There was a cynical hardness in their eyes, and the slightest excuse would be enough to pull the trigger.
 
            The Pruudd disembarked, six armored warriors that carried no obvious weapons. They all unlocked and removed their helmets. Lustrous hair cascading forth as they gazed at their enemies with meekness and humility.
 
            “After all the blood that was been shed, we know that you cannot forget, nor are you likely to forgive us for the mistakes we’ve made. Rather than begging for reconciliation, we have decided to take action, that we hope will enable bridges to be built between our people.” Servomotors whirred and clicked, as the battlearmor opened itself and fell away, revealing to the Breedarin warriors the luscious thighs and heaving breasts of the Pruudd. Their multi-colored bodies glistened in the sun as they approached, hips swaying. Bosoms jiggling.
            “We know that many of you will never see us as friends, but we are hoping that among the Breedarin males there will be some that can overlook the past, males willing to impregnate us. If we bear your seed, and swell with your children, perhaps then there can be healing.”
            There were murmurs of shock.
 
            “Yes, there are many reasons to hate us, many reasons not to trust us, but surely one of you will be willing to grace us with your cock, that we may become pregnant with a new generation.” The Pruudd held her arms out wide, her green skin glinting in the sun, firm breasts wobbling as she walked.
 
            Amazingly, there were indeed volunteers.
 
                                                                        **********
 
 
            “Do you have to leave?” asked Anja, as she struggled to make herself comfortable beneath her out-sized womb. “Breedara needs you too, Steve.”
 
            “Not as much as the Pruudd. Now that I’ve learned the truth, I’ve decided that I need to share my gift.”
 
            “Because Breedarin males reach sexual maturity so rapidly, in less than half the time it takes humans, your human lifetime has allowed your cock extra time to mature and ripen, and when you did reach maturity, you became as potent as the most powerful Breedarin males, correct?”
           
            “Apparently so, your Majesty.” Replied Steve, as he walked beside the hovering anti-grav chair that enabled both Anja and the Pruudd Emperor to still travel, since they were pregnant with some 80 children between them. 
 
            “I should think of another name, we are usually known by our military ranks, but I have no desire to ever conquer another planet. I only want to bear children, and be penetrated by Breedarin cocks.” Said the Emperor wistfully.
 
            “I know the feeling.” Cooed Anja upon her hover-chair.
 
            “How about Candi?” suggested Steve, thinking of his first girlfriend.
 
            “Hmm…if it pleases you, Steve.” Replied ‘Candi’.
 
            Steve knew his destiny; there had been so many Pruudds that had been cloned over the years, with so few men among them, and now with no men at all, there would be millions, perhaps billions that would never know the feel of a man’s cock shooting hot semen inside their glistening cunts. Steve, and a band of other Breedarin males intended to correct that. It would take years, but Steve and these men would travel to Pruudd space and breed with any and all females that yearned for sex. It was not such a daunting task; as word spread that the Pruudd were genuine, more men would join their ranks, and there would be worlds full of the pregnant aliens.
 
            Happily, Steve and his two companions gazed out over the hill before them. While much of the vista was obscured by the bellies of the women who were large enough to be pregnant with small automobiles, Steve could clearly see that change had taken place. More shuttles had appeared, disgorging legions of Pruudd. They discarded their armor and gingerly embraced Breedarin men. To his left, Steve could see the result; massively pregnant blue, green, yellow, and purple bellies; their owners snuggling up in absolute contentment with their new mates. They were well on their way towards reconciliation; so many Pruudd had abandoned their armor and weapons in favor of sex and pregnancy. They had truly found their destiny; they were designed with the intent of eternal sexual slavery, but that alone was not enough; The Pruudd needed to mate and breed in order to find ultimate peace.
 
 
            At long last, Steve’s curse had become a wondrous blessing. And that was when ‘Candi’s’ water broke.
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No Other Way: The Labor of Anja
(An Alien Comes Home, Chapter 4)
 
                        
 
“Steeeeve!” screeched the feminine voice over the intercom. “G-get down….here…n-now!!” Steve, for his part has struggling over the alien control panel of the starship that he had just recently taken a ‘crash course’ about.  Blast! They would still be inside the nebula for another 6 hours, and the ionized particles prevented Breedarin spatial warp technology from functioning.
 
“I’ve gotta stay at the controls Anja! The tachyon storms inside the nebula are scrambling our navigation program, I’ve gotta recalibrate our course heading every 10 seconds. Otherwise we could be stuck here!” But he already knew the futility of arguing with a pregnant woman. Especially a pregnant woman in labor. Not to mention a pregnant woman in labor with 53 children.
“Give…it….to…m-meeee!” Anja howled over the intercom. Steve shook his head, while turning dials on the control panel to filter out the ionized particles that were interfering with autonavigation.
“No Anja, it’s not necessary! I’m needed here, otherwise I’d be there to support you, you know that! But you don’t really need to have sex with me now of all times.” Steve reassured her. Anja’s only response was an angry moan.
“That’s just your hormones; I know that Breedarin women experience an exponential increase in libido rather than human birthing pains, but I can’t help you down there. I have to steer the ship!”
 
“COCK! MUST……HAVE……COCK!!” She wasn’t hearing him. The erotic labor pains had completely overwhelmed her. She could scarcely think of anything besides her craving for Steve’s dick. “NN-AAAA-AAAAAUH!!” The medbay readout gave a beep on Steve’s control panel. His first daughter had been born. The first daughter that he would be allowed to name and know. Not like all those women on Earth, who had feared the rapid ballooning of their bodies when Steve impregnated them with 20 children at once. His curse was now a blessing, a wondrous blessing that had saved his father’s home planet. Guns and bombs could not defeat the ancient enemy that had pressed the Breedarins for so long, only sex could pacify the Pruudd. He still recalled his successful first trip to the Pruudd homeworld. An entire sea of people, a sea of gorgeous, multi-breasted, repressed nymphomaniacs. He still vividly remembered their beautiful eyes, the voluptuous sweep of their firm thighs, the pendulous sway of their ripe breasts. He had seen the frenzied fervor in their faces; the hope that after years of onerous discipline, that they might experience the sanguine joy of breeding. Their eyes alone had pleaded, begged him to grace them with his cock. They were giddy with the idea that after a century of warfare, they might be lucky enough to attract a man; a man willing to thrust himself into the virginal tautness of their hungry pussies, and finally impregnate them.
Some refused to believe it at first; they had so long gone without men that they had convinced themselves that their lives would contain nothing but austere celibacy. He had seen the four-breasted Pruudd women, seen them howl with renewed joy when they saw him ram his rigid cock into the slippery womanhood of their sisters. The hope, and now the reality that they too could finally be impregnated sent the population into a fever pitch. The recipients of Steve’s manly bounty lay upon the ground, overcome with emotion. Tears of joy streamed down their faces as each woman felt new life germinating within her womb. With the help of Breedarin sexual replenishment technology; Steve had managed to impregnate 154 individual females, and none of them with less than twenty children, all in one day. It was a resounding success for him and the other 100 males that had joined him in a convoy. Anja had also elected to come, since someone needed to teach the Pruudd about pregnancy, and childcare. But she was approaching her own due date, so had to be returned to Breedara. The labor had started sooner than they had anticipated.
There had been some trouble, rumors circulated that most Breedarin men would never make the journey to Celibaci Prime, Homeworld of the Pruudd. So a powerful General had ordered a commando raid and abducted three of the men for use as her personal studs. But Steve was sure that negotiations could resolve the situation quickly.
Just to make sure, Steve activated the Medbay viewscreen. The swollen chamber of Anja’s overpregnant dome of an abdomen dominated his perspective. Her womb was exploding with fertile promise; the mighty swell at least the size of a Volkswagon Bug quivered as her body expelled the fruit of her loins. With a grunting heave, she squeezed out yet another baby girl from between the slippery folds of her churning lower lips. The computer counted 12 thus far. Each child seemed to have a self-sealing navel, they disconnected from their mother instantly, with no need of a doctor to snip the connection between them.
Anja howled in her hormonal lust, struggling to maintain some semblance of reason amidst the fiery craving of her lecherous instincts. Steve thought that if she had been able to move beneath the great weight of her belly, she would track him down and rape him regardless of the needs of their ship.
Soon, the angry demands stopped, and Anja began grunting and snarling again; a sure sign that her brain had lost the battle with her glands. Her mind had shut down, the lust was so great that it restrained her to an animal intelligence. Anja had again become a breeding bitch; and Steve assumed that this was common, and normal for Breedarin women. Steve began to think this mind-crushing lust was necessary; the high intellect of Breedarin females might easily interfere with their true purpose in the galaxy: that of a hyper-sexualized engine of reproduction. So their minds had to be shoved aside on occasion by the searing heat of their sexual cravings.
Despite the needs of the ship, Steve knew he had to keep a close eye on her now. Since her mind had shut down; she would no longer be able to verbalize her needs. He hoped her animal instincts were enough to complete the birthing process: it would be several more minutes before the ship was clear of the Tachyon storm. He noticed a quivering motion in her beachball-sized tits. The mammoth glands began to quiver, and redden. The thick nipples began to rise and harden, like missles preparing for takeoff. Her letdown spurt was powerful enough to feed even this great brood of 24 children that she had dropped so far. As Steve’s latest infant son emerged from his moist sanctuary, a powerful spray jetted forth from Anja’s proud nipples. The infants widened their tiny mouths instinctively to capture the nourishing flow. Amazingly, The taut mountains that swelled upon Anja’s chest seemed to become larger still during this massive secretion.
Steve nearly missed the next calibration, so captivated as he was with the fecund grandeur of the birthing machine that was also his closest confidant. She grunted, bucked, and her pussy lips churned rhythmically as child number 30 emerged into the world. Something odd seemed to be happening: Their children were greedily ingesting the creamy spray fountaining from Anja’s mammaries, and as they did so….they seemed to growing before Steve’s eyes. Well, for Breedarins that was probably common. In mere moments it appeared as though toddlers were scurrying about on the sterile floor of the Medbay. And gradually, as the births continued, the billowing streams that gushed forth from breasts the diameter of Monster-Truck tires tapered off. Soon, a milky current less than the flow of a kitchen faucet trickled down her golden-tanned flesh.Then, her fleshy mounds contracted to the their previous, beachball size.Several tense seconds and squaling infants followed. Steve knew that she was almost finished, she had almost delivered her load of what was it?
 
“Steeeeve!” came her cry, as Anja seemed to awaken from a nightmare. She sat up as best as she was able. He was relieved that her birthing lust had subsided enough for her to form sentences. “Eight!” she cried, rubbing her hands over the contracting expanse of her gravid belly, now no bigger than a small recliner chair. From the viewscreen, Steve could clearly see the ripples within her tan womb as her rich crop of infants struggled for freedom. Her breathing was desperate and labored, and while she clearly had a final burst of offspring to release, for long moments nothing happened. Steve noticed something else, Anja did not appear to be sweating at all. That seemed very much out of place for someone so pregnant. Is her labor that much easier than human birthing? The only fluids she was releasing were periodic cascades of rich, alien breastmilk from her hyper-exaggerated mammaries, taut and hot from prodigious productivity. The horde of infants surrounding her struggled to lap up the creamy ambrosia, but while her ripe jugs seemed full to overflowing, her lactation had tapered off even further: Anja the Breedarin was now spewing forth no more than an earthling dairy cow.
Steve was worried somewhat, but he kept in mind that Breedarin women had been going through this since the beginning of time, and Anja herself must have birthed armies in her existence. A year alone with her, and those rich loins could probably squeeze out a nation, or at least a football league. His screen beeped, and Steve reluctantly returned his attention to the navigation array.
“Ah, just ten seconds……and we will be out…..Yes! we’re clear of the tachyon storm! Computer, current status on Anja’s-“
 
“COOOOOOCK!!!” Came the shrill cry from the medbay intercom. “I…I’ve got to have it; I’ve got to have yours, Steve!”
 
“No Anja, that’s just your natural birthing lust. The medical database says here that it’s better for you to concentrate on your labor.
 
“Y-yu-you’re wrong Steve; I-I’m having complications, I can tell. It’s…..complicated,” Anja said breathily, as she squirmed upon the hospital pallet. Her infants had stopped shooting, and she strained to reach a hand over and massage the glistening lips of the portal to her womanhood. New lives kicked furiously within her gravid frame, and the surging globes of her gargantuan breasts strained and quivered; as though from great pressure.
“Prorutulin,” she moaned.
 
“What did you say?” Steve was afraid her lust might have suppressed her intellect again.
 
“A hormone, a Breedarin hormone….your cock…produces more than….than I’ve ever seen..hnnnng…” Anja thrashed about with her eyes closed, she looked as though she had been driven to the very brink of orgasm, but was not permitted to climax. The bulbous dome of her abdomen, burgeoning with a litter of children heaved languidly, as though every fiber of her being was saturated with an unmet yearning.
“I need it….it…it’s what causes the bi-biochemical cascade….that causes us to ovulate so much. But…..I need it to give birth!” How odd; despite the immense strain she must be under, Anja was not sweating at all. Her newborn brood crawled around the Medbay, rapidly increasing in motor skills and coordination.
 
“Yes, so what?”
 
“Y-your fault Steve! Your fault!” She bucked her hips, as though racked by some torturous sensation.
 
“Your cock……..made me bigger…..bigger than ever before……Never this big, Steve….My…blood chemistry is….imbalanced….it happens sometimes…..with…with extremely potent men.” Steve made an intuitive leap.
 
“So….have you run out of Prorutulin?”
 
“That’s right Steve, without more of it, I can’t continue giving birth.” She moaned and quivered, her breasts leaking small bursts of flowing milk.
 
“And only my cock can give you more…” Steve realized. Still, he was afraid for her; He didn’t want to do anything that might complicate an already landmark birth. He looked up ‘Prorutulin’ on the ship’s computer database. Yep…..there it is……deficiencies can impede birthing process in Breedarin females….
“It seems I have no choice then,”
 
“Eight children left Steve, They need to be born!”
 
“Can you become pregnant again immediately?”
 
“No, not while my levels are so low, impossible.”

It was amazing how quickly Steve made it to the Medbay, still learning the layout of the ship as he was. There was no choice; his girlfriend was pregnant with eight children at full term, and she had to have a fresh dose of his powerful sperm blasting off inside her. He felt duty bound.
 
As he stepped gingerly around his multitudinous brood, Anja swept her legs wide open, thighs spread forth to receive his gift. He pounced upon his goddess of fertility, hands pawing over the bulging cradle that nurtured the remainder of his offspring, as he kneaded her beachball boobs, slick with milk, his only regret was that there was no way to kiss her with the rest of her swollen flesh in the way. At least no way to kiss her upper lips.
It was a seamless mating, without any of the nervousness or uncertainty that plagues human sex. With almost deliberate precision, Anja enveloped Steve’s rigid member. They began thrusting away, guided by timeless instinct. Steve had certainly enjoyed the human women on Earth he had known; (before the screaming) and he enjoyed the many alien women with their spurting breasts and drooling pussies; but with Anja, he felt as though he had realized his biological destiny. When the inevitable orgasm came, it was so overpowering that Steve collapsed into unconsciousness.
 
SPLOOOSH!!…       
 
“Mmmmnn..” Steve moaned, wiping the droplets out of his face. He gained his bearings, remembered what had happened as he sat up on the Medbay floor. What he saw made him wonder if he was truly awake.
 
Steve’s sex-grogged brain struggled to sort out the lurid scene before him. He sat up right before the birth pallet. Yes, it was obvious that Anja’s colossal jugs were each larger than the entire pregnant bellies of earth women. Yes, it was obvious that her erect nipples were now the size of a roll of quarters, and there was no denying that they were erupting forth with a rich flow of ivory nutrition strong enough to dose a small fire. But that still did not explain the behavior of the offspring, who appeared to be toddler-size, as they struggled for position around their mother.
Licking, slurping, they attached mouths to Anja’s arms, legs, newly-flat belly, and thighs. Her eyes were half-open in an expression of sublime relief as they bathed her in their hungry tongues. Those of the 53 siblings that could not reach her tried to catch mouthfuls from the fleshy milk-geysers jutting proudly from Anja’s chest. But why? What were they…..wait a second….that can’t be……can it?
It was not enough to have breasts the size of traveling luggage, not enough to meet the demand of so very many infants. At first glance, it appeared that Anja was covered in her own milk, the pulsing spurts releasing enough of her nectar to moisten her entire body. But no, that wasn’t it. The milk beaded on Anja’s brow, the rich fluid pooled in the hollow of her navel, and creamy nourishment streaked in rivulets down her athletic thighs. It was too much.
 
           
 
Anja was sweating milk. As Steve watched awestruck, he beheld the white bounty that swelled up from her skin, lathering her flesh in pure succor. Virtually none got beyond the pallet, so hungry were the infants in their nursing. That must be why she didn’t sweat before, even though she was under great strain; maybe her body was saving it for the right moment?
 
“It makes sense, Steve. How else could I feed 50 babies at once?” There was a certain logic to it; He remembered in some biology book somewhere that breasts were really like sweat glands that had been converted to a specialized role. And he didn’t have any better ideas on how to feed such a generous crop of kids. They seemed to be dropping off now; the horde of children, (he didn’t even want to think about trying to name them all) seemed to have gotten their fill; their toddler bodies slumped down into contented, digestive slumber. But Anja had so much left. She was quite literally oozing with the essence of fertility.
“Well, stop gaping Steve, this is also your fault. Your cock produces so many hormones that it causes Breedarin women to nearly double our milk production.” She slicked back her hair, rivulets of lactation pouring off her glorious frame. There was no doubt in Steve’s mind what to do next.
 
“Mmm..oh Steve….” She moaned in pleasure, As Steve’s hungry tongue feasted upon the slippery richness the covered her. He ground his tongue into her navel, slurping up the glory that pooled there. “I….have a confession to make….”
 
“Mmmmm*slurp*.” He responded. The honey taste seemed to linger in his mouth, as though the milk’s creamy sweetness was nourishing his very taste buds.
 
“I haven’t been totally honest with you…”
 
“*slurp,slurp*”
 
“But you must understand: during labor, Breedarin women often say and promise strange things; the birthing lust becomes so strong that we lose touch with everything else…”
 
“*slurp,suck*”
 
“I….I wasn’t really low of Prorutulin, I tried to deliberately suppress my contractions, and control my lactation, Breedarin women can do that. But I needed your cock so badly, I couldn’t help myself.”
 
“Hmm?”
 
“I hope you like large families, Steve.” And Steve, close as he was to her navel, could easily detect that familiar fluttering, which would be accompanied by that strange tightness, the tightness building again within Anja’s womb……

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