Alien Life, Part 8 (Man to Alien Impregnated Woman TG) (Patreon)

By FoxFaceStories

A Commission for Al

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

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Part 8: The Turnabout

Liam screamed. Actually screamed as the knife came straight towards him. He had one hand on his enormous seven-month pregnant belly, but the other shot out to intercept the needle. It pressed into his hand, the fluid injecting, and all at once Liam recognised the mistake he’d made. He leapt against the traitorous Rotar, still screaming like a wailing beast from some dread pit, his long hair whipping about as he did so. He didn’t have strength against this man, nor even manoeuvrability, given the twins in his belly. What he did have was youth, and anger, and the vast reserves of mama bear protective instinct that were coursing through his veins like adrenaline.

“YOU. WILL. NOT. TOUCH. THEM!” he cried at the top of his shrill voice, pounding away at Rotar and knocking off his glasses. He clearly hadn’t expected such a violent response, because he stumbled backwards against the wall, cracking his head against the sealed door. He slumped down, and Liam took the time to pluck the needle from his half-blue hand. Only half the sedative was in him, but it would be enough to make him go unconscious soon. In fact, he was already feeling woozy, and his babies starting to kick less and less as it entered their blood systems as well.

“F-fuck you, Rotar,” he spat, and he plunged the needle into the mumbling man’s arm.

“No!” he gasped. “You can’t! I’m just trying to protect humanity!”

But he was clearly faint from the knock on his head, and he slipped under before Liam did. It gave him enough time to scramble against the door. It was locked, and the seal wouldn’t even let Katz in. He came up with the idea of grabbing Rotar’s security card just as the world began to blur around him. He waved it in front of the sensor, trying to position Rotar for an eyescan, but everything was so difficult, and the world was so bright and dark at the same time. He barely managed to catch himself from falling, and instead sagged to the ground beside Rotar, hugging his belly.

“You c-can’t hurt my b-babies,” he muttered. “They are Aesera. They are special. They’re the k-key to something. I won’t l-let you make this change . . . be in . . . vain . . .”

And with that, he fell unconscious. He feared that Abel Rotar would wake first, and his efforts to resist would all be for nought. But there was nothing but fearful dreams to await him for now.

***

The glyph will make the key in the form of you, Liam. You touched the glyph, and by sheer miracle too. For so long it has lain dormant, covered over by geologic change. The invaders retreated, having slain our civilisation, and destroyed the Aesera completely. Or so they thought. Now you have been blessed with two of our kind. I know you did not ask for this, nor to become a mother. Would it be possible, I would have changed a female of your species, but none came to us, and I could not risk that another might never come.

Yes, Liam, I am the glyph. The living intelligence that waited dormant for so long. I am infused with much of the knowledge of the Aeseran people, and I alone contain the coordinates of the hidden rift that may return them. The invaders are gone. Their civilisation rose to such heights that my scanning powers felt them ever present. I feared all would be lost for good. But even the mightiest empires fall, turning inwards upon themselves and making enemies of those they should not have.

But still I cannot bring back my makers. Only those with Aeseran DNA can do so, and it was imperative that I, as an artificial intelligence, not have that power, lest my protocols be overridden. This is why you must reach the coordinates.

You must save the Aesera, Liam.

You must be the saviour of their people.

Of your people. For you are now the mother of their species’ rebirth.

Find the coordinates and reach them, and keep your children safe.

***

Liam woke. The message in his mind was clear, as was the knowledge of the coordinates. It had sunk into his mind, and could not be dislodged. This was what his entire transformation and pregnancy had been about; a way to save the Aeseran species, with his own body and children as the key. But as staggering as that revelation was, and the knowledge of the history of Aeseran civilisation that flowed through him, his mind immediately leapt to other concerns.

“Rotar!” he exclaimed. He sat up as quickly as he could. He was in the medical wing still, back on the bed, though he was not strapped down at least. The light above was fairly bright, as if he’d been medically evaluated. 

“Oh God,” he groaned, shifting again to place a hand on his large pregnant belly. “Please no. Please no, no, no.”

He could feel the weight of his twin babies within him, but they were not moving. They could just be asleep, but darker thoughts swirled in the formerly-male mother’s mind. He took to poking his belly as he got to his feet, his own heart pounding in terror. It was enough to jolt the children awake, the adrenaline in his body passing on to them. They stirred within his womb, and while they were a little agitated, it calmed him somewhat.

“Okay, now just got to get out of here.”

There was no sign of Rotar. No sign of anyone, in fact. He grabbed a larger medical device from the nearby shelf; the speculum that carried a metallic weight to it. He’d been subjected to it many times under the care of Dr Katz. Now it was going to be used on someone else, for he could hear someone outside the hatch descending the ladder and coming to the room. Liam readied the speculum, heart still beating like a jackhammer, and swung as the individual opened the door.

Adam Kim let out a painful ‘OW!’ as he was knocked backwards into Dr Katz and Leo Hardigan.

“Oh my God, Adam, I’m so sorry!” 

He dropped the speculum on the ground.

“Christ, what was that for?” 

“I thought - thought you might be-”

It was the Captain that interrupted. Hardigan stepped through and held up a hand. “Abel Rotar is being held in the brig.”

“We don’t have a brig.”

“Well, a makeshift brig. We confiscated his scientific equipment and converted his private quarters to his cell. Don’t worry Liam, he’s no harm to you anymore.”

Liam had to hold onto the side of the bed to avoid tipping over from the relief. His babies calmed instantly, sensing his mood. He placed a hand on his belly to caress it, and noticed that it was almost entirely blue now. He was becoming, if not Aeseran, then half-Aeseran.

“How did you know?” he asked. “Rotar said he’d organised a distraction.”

Leo Hardigan huffed, the Captain clearly embarrassed by recent events. “Rotar managed some sort of override. Not sure how he did it, but it locked us all away, including Samwell here. Petyr caught wind of it and tried to stop him, and got a nasty burn from a surgical laser as thanks - don’t worry, he’s fine now.”

“I saw to that,” Katz said. He was already positioning Liam back on the bed and running some blood pressure tests among other things. “He’s guarding Rotar now. He thinks the scar will catch him plenty of ladies, the mad dog.”

Liam chuckled. “But then how did you get free? I managed to knock Rotar out, but he got me as well.”

The Captain gestured to Adam Kim. “It was our other scientist who helped save the day, though you share plenty of credit. Rotar had a monitor on all our doors, so him being knocked out was the only reason Adam was able to jury rig it. It seems you being pregnant and having to pass on some of your engineering knowledge to the rest of us paid off, Liam.”

Liam let out a deep breath of cathartic relief. “And so you found me here?”

“He was quite worried,” Katz said.

“I was not!” Adam replied, but there was a deep blush on his cheeks, and Liam strangely found that it made him blush as well. The stupid female hormones were acting up again, making him appreciate Adam’s manly form. There was something about being rescued by a strong protector that was setting off his arousal something fierce. He tried to ignore it.

“Thank you,” he simply said, wiping away several tears. “And my babies? Are they going to be alright?”

Katz put away his equipment and placed a hand on Liam’s shoulder. “They’re going to be just fine. We’re still on course to land on Olympus once everything is approved, and you should be able to safely deliver then.”

Liam shook his head, remembering everything Rotar had told him.

“No,” he said emphatically, cradling his large bump. “I won’t. There’s some things I need to tell you, about what Rotar, Earth, and Mars are all planning.”

***

It took time for Liam to pass on everything Rotar had said, and more time for Petyr and the Captain to dig up the ship logs, while Adam hacked Rotar’s personal computer and messages. Katz took the medical side of things, viewing what had been passed onto Rotar with what the results would be for Liam. A dark cloud hung over the crew as the full weight of the situation dawned on them. When their findings were all put together in the break room, no one quite knew what to say. Petyr, oddly, summed it up nicely.

“Fuck.”

“Agreed,” the Captain said. “This is a fucking mess, if you’ll excuse my informality this one time.”

“If there was ever a time to be informal,” Adam said, “this is it. I can’t believe they’re going to cut up Liam’s babies. Put him under and study him. Perhaps for the rest of his life.”

“They’re not cutting up my babies,” Liam said emphatically. He’d changed, and once more was wearing the female-issue uniform, albeit one that was several sizes larger to accommodate his belly. Amusingly, his breasts had also grown large enough for it to be tight around the chest. He wished he had the support pants he’d seen some pregnant women wear, but right now discomfort was the least of his concerns.

“Of course not,” Adam said. “We can’t let that happen, right?”

There was a protracted silence. The orders to Rotar had been secret, but they had also been official. Which meant that both the Earth and Mars governments were on board with this. Liam had explained his full purpose and the nature of his dreams to the crew, and none of them seemed to disbelieve him, especially since his ears were becoming more elven, and his hair more pale white. But even with the enormous responsibility of his missions, and his own life and those of his babies at stake, going against the Earth and Mars governments could well mean life in prison. Some, like Dr Katz, had families to get to. A chill ran down Liam’s spine as he realised that his very future depended on the four men around him. Surprisingly, it was Petyr that broke the tension, taking a sip from his alcoholic bulb.

“Adam, you are an idiot.”

“What?”

Petyr shrugged. “Why even ask the question? You know I cannot resist the call to do right by a beautiful woman, especially one who is a true comrade.”

Liam swallowed, and he tried not to tear up. “Th-thank you, Petyr.”

“Don’t thank me, thank that wonderful bosom of yours.”

“You just had to ruin it, didn’t you?” Liam said, but he chuckled all the same.

“I swore I would uphold an oath to do no harm,” Dr Katz said. “I never imagined it might come at such a cost. But children are precious. My family will understand, if I can get a message to them.”

“Thank you doctor,” Liam said, tears now flowing a lot more freely.

All eyes turned to the Captain. It would be Hardigan’s decision, they knew. He seemed to be mulling over all the possibilities.

“No,” he finally said. “We can’t just turn on Earth and Mars. We’ll be hunted. It would be a fool’s errand. And if the coordinates you speak of are past Ganymede, we’ll never make it.”

“You can’t mean that,” Adam said, standing suddenly. “She - he - whatever, is innocent in this! Not to mention the babies! And an entire civilisation hangs in the balance on this!” 

Liam shut his eyes. Plans whirred in his head. Mutiny? Begging? A spacer’s asylum on some rocky asteroid base? What could he possibly do?

“Which is why we do this smart,” the Captain said, holding up a hand for others to listen. “Adam, I need you to fog up the engine. Not enough to get us killed but enough to send some worrying signals. Liam, you’ll need to assist as much as you can. Direct him if necessary. Dr Katz, you and I will gather up as much scrap material as possible. Petyr, you’ll plot us a course to the coordinates, but I also need you to use that charm of yours to forge some new logs. Make it obvious that there was a struggle between us over what to do. Some of us took Rotar’s side. A conflict ensued, and in the end the Tiresias was destroyed.”

The crew was agape. Hardigan gave a cold grin.

“There was just one survivor on board an escape pod: Rotar himself. I’m sure we can make the act convincing enough to give us one very large head start. Space investigations like this take months to conclude.”

Another long protracted silence, and Hardigan clapped his hands.

“What are you waiting for? We need to get to work people!”

***

Whether the ruse would work or not remained a terrifying ambiguity. Liam couldn’t have been prouder of his crew. The ones that had once belittled and stirred him up about being the baby of the group were now doing everything, risking everything, for him and his actual babies. The course was charted to the coordinates beyond Ganymede, a patch of empty space that must be where the rift was secretly located. Meanwhile, Adam forged logs with the help of the rest of them, communicating with Olympus Base about delays in dealing with Liam and that Rotar’s mission had become public knowledge among them. So when Adam got to Rotar and released him from his cell, the older scientist was shocked to find the alarms blaring red and warnings all over the ship about containment breaches. Liam watched the whole thing later, and it was amusing how good of an actor Adam was.

“Abel, we need to get out of here!”

“You traitor! You put the whole human race at risk, what in damnation is going on!?”

“I know that now. Liam, he’s infected the crew! They’re going mad. Look, half the interior’s being torn up!”

Abel had gasped at the interior panelling they had removed rather carefully.

“We need to stop it! We need to put it down, and its spawn!”

“I’m already on it. The detonation sequence has started. We need to get to the pods. I’m sorry I ever doubted you!”

The pair had moved quickly to the pods, and with expert stunt skills - if not acting skills - Petyr had leapt out to grab Adam just as Rotar entered the pod. He even had some blue on his skin to heighten Rotar’s terror, courtesy of the blueberry ration packs.

“Rotar! H-help! Don’t l-leave me! Get him off me!”

They’d all banked on Rotar being a traitorous coward, and he had been sadly predictable. He slammed the door shut and sealed it, starting the ejection sequence. Adam put on an Oscar and Bentley-award winning performance as he grasped at the pod, but then he was pulled back by Petyr, and the interior hatch shut. It was just in time too; even they hadn’t considered that Rotar would be desperate enough to override the startup procedure on the ejection sequence and launch right away. It was a good thing in the end; his pod would emit an emergency signal and there were plenty of rations for him to subsist off, but he hadn’t input a course for the Martian surface. The authorities would have to waste extra days tracking down his pod just to get the story.

When it was done, the next phase of the plan went into action. A remote detonation sequence was activated with a cluster of ship parts gathered around it. The interior of the Aesera looked only half built now, though it was still safe unless one cracked a head on a beam, which Petyr did more than once. By the time of the explosion, the Tiresias was already forging a flight path to the coordinates, all systems dark for as long as they could reasonably manage in order to mask their trail. Even if Earth and Mars figured out what they were up to, they wouldn’t know where they were exactly going, and they would have a good head start.

The crew had done their part, and sacrificed greatly for Liam. Now everything rested on the future mother. He was very aware that he would be giving birth before the trip was even halfway completed.

To Be Continued . . .