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 Under Attack

   That we were under attack was certain; men were disappearing left and
right.  The problem was that no one seemed to know what exactly was
happening.

   It had started about three months ago.  Men would disappear.  At first
it was just thought to be abductions or a small increase in the runaway
rate, but then it began to happen in larger numbers.  Two or three people
at a time would go out and not return.  Men, who were always the ones to
protect the weaker sex, were now becoming the target of something...  But
of what?

   I followed the advice that came over the television.  Always stay in
large groups.  Be in mixed groups when outside.  Be armed when possible.

   It was a Thursday afternoon.  I got out of work and went to the gym.  I
always liked the place; almost all guys, there were two girls who stood
behind the counters to flirt with us on the way in (I'd never seen them out
on the floor), something we liked before, but now gave us a measure of
security.

   I had just arrived and was walking across the floor to the locker room
when the attack came.

   It wasn't a bomb or a hail of gunfire.  From the door came a voice, a
deep, rich voice that spoke English with a strange accent.

   "Your attention, please, Gentlemen.  I am Kordin of the Narhani, and I
would like to thank you in advance for helping us with the first mid-scale
test of the weapon.  Please relax, and enjoy your conversion."

   The man was standing by the main entrance to the gym.  I could just see
him as he stood there, tall and thin, but with a strange shape to his
forehead, a head of long, coppery hair, but the most striking feature was
his skin.  He was orange, as were the two men on either side of him.  One
carried what looked like a file box.  He removed the lid and translucent
orange spheres boiled out, seeming to launch at everyone in the room.

   Horrified I watched as the people all around me were hit in the stomach
by the flying balls.  They were about the size of tennis balls, but looked
like they were made of jello.

   People would be hit with a splat, sometimes being knocked back, but not
seeming to be in any pain.  The ball would slide down the chests of the
shirtless, and although many would try to pull them off, it was mostly
without success; the orange things seemed to adhere to the skin.  When one
of the orange balls would get to the guy's waistband, it would slip
underneath.

   Those who didn't strip off their pants would get a dazed look in their
eyes and sit down, some on the floor, some on the apparatus.

   The ones who stripped naked in fear were to a man clutching at the
orange globs as they slid inexorably towards their penises.

   Another moment and the room was silent save for the moans and groans of
those on the floor.  There were about a dozen of us still standing; I guess
they brought too few of their things.  I went towards the orange man.

   "What the hell are you doing to these people?"

   "Come, let us see what progresses," he said and walked over to one nude
man where he lay not too far from the orange man's feet.

   The orange ball had just covered the man's penis and while he still
clutched it, it was with a more gentle hold.  His face was not really
relaxed, more intense as if he were thinking hard about something.

   "See?  He's enjoying it.  He's about to have a lovely little orgasm."

   Sure enough, the guy started to get that "O" face.  His body began to
convulse as the orgasm swept through him.  Streaks of white jism joined the
orange jelly as his hips thrust rhythmically at the ceiling, but as his
orgasm slowed his eyes went wide.  Slowly the orange thing began to shrink,
or so I thought until I realized that his scrotum was growing.  The thing
was slipping inside him through the slit on his dick-head, bringing his
semen back inside along with it!

   At last when it had all disappeared he began to groan more deeply, a
sound that was echoed by many of the prone men surrounding us.  "My balls!
They're so full," he moaned softly.

   "Your human reproductive nodules contain a vast amount of genetic
information," the strange orange skinned creature said, "although so much
of it is immature.  Luckily the ejaculate provides enough for our
purposes."

   "What are you doing to them?" I asked.

   "Your males are so violent.  That is totally unsuitable.  We are
removing the portions of their DNA that cause that terrible side-effect,
and with the adjustments that the system provides you will become lovely
girls."

   I stared at the poor guy's penis, where a bare drop of orange remained
at the tip.  His dick began to shrink as he lost the hard-on, but mouthed a
quiet "what's happening to me," as his penis kept shrinking until the shaft
completely disappeared.  His body was going through a number of other
changes: his face was softening as his chin, cheeks and forehead reduced
somewhat.  His hips became more full and his nipples grew larger.
Then I became aware of a series of screams around me.  The poor soul
began to buck his hips, shaking back and forth in agony until his left
testicle, which his now tight scrotal sack was squeezing against his groin,
popped inside his body.  He screamed as it happened, and when the second

was sucked inside he passed out.

   "Of course that isn't all that the system does to you.  You become
younger, and more pliable to begin with.  Additionally there are other
benefits of the genetic re-engineering.  Your brain isn't wired for the
kinds of orgasms that a female can experience, so many converts find
themselves addicted to their own bodies.  Some even go mad.  Most, however,
are quite willing to do anything we tell them to do as long as they have
sufficient time allotted to sexual pleasure.  You will become a race of
slaves for as long as we allow you to exist.  If we are sufficiently
unhappy with your performance, all we have to do is convert your last
males, and the whole problem of your race ends."

   I stared at him.  "You monster!  How can you even conceive of doing that
to us.  We aren't at war, we didn't even know you existed until just now.
Why would you even think of assaulting us, especially in such a horrid
manner?"

   "One answer is reproduction," he said.  "Converted, you become an
exceptional vessel for producing our kind.  A good portion of the converted
will be kept pregnant to continue our race.  Would you like to be a breeder
once we convert you?"

   "What?  No!  You won't be converting me!  I was born a male and I'm
going to stay that way.  I don't know why you didn't convert me before, but
there must have been a reason, and I'd never help a monster like you.  Not
ever."

   "But you will make a beautiful woman, although there was a reason you
were not converted..."

   "Which is..?"

   "We ran out of the seeds.  But look, even a relatively plain man like
that one was can be a beautiful girl.  The converter removes your X
chromosome and repairs it with a clean match, resulting in more even
features.  Go on...  Look"

   I couldn't help looking.  The man, who must have been forty years old,
was now a girl of about twenty.  Her face was soap-opera model perfect, and
her body was gorgeous.  If I hadn't seen most of the conversion I wouldn't
have been able to believe that ten minutes ago she had a penis.  She was
rubbing her new body, feeling the nice d-cup breasts that had sprouted from
her chest.

   "Watch this closely.  A convert's first orgasm is something even I can't
fail but to enjoy."

   Her hand slid down to her new cunt, slowly tracing the shape and she
moaned, both from the sensation but also in loss for what was taken from
her.  Then her fingers slid along her vaginal cleft and her moan turned to
pure enjoyment.  It was amazing to watch her as she teased herself, her
fingers slipping in her soft folds to spread the glistening lubricant over
her clitoris or touching herself deep inside.  Her breath began to become
labored and a flush spread to her delicate features; features that had so
recently been rugged and hard.  Her moans joined the intoxicating chorus
that surrounded us.

   Her legs began to flex as she thrust her hips at her softly invading
fingers.  The toned, slim muscles on her calves tensed and her other hand
grasped her breast as her finger twisted the rock-hard nipple.  The light
flush darkened to a rosy red in her cheeks as she held her breath, then
exhaled and quickly took another, her eyes wide open, but unfocused.  Her
legs lifted paralell to the floor, raising in time with her ever more
forceful thrusts.  Then a series of gasps as her hips bucked back and forth
in time with her fingers until with a strangled cry her body bent backwards
as she came, eyes shut tightly, the blush flowing down to her nipples as
her body was so terribly fueled by the powerful orgasm.

   "Yes," the voice by my ear said, "an impressive sight.  And now we can
use her as we need.  She can breed for us or be weaponized."

   "Wuh...  Weaponized?" I gasped, incredibly turned on by the display that
the now limp woman had made.

   "Yes.  Like this." And he tossed a red marble on her chest that sank
into her skin.  She moaned again and clutched her stomach.  "She has been
impregnated by the red seed, and will now produce the orange 'transition'
seeds for us.  With her new coding, she will produce one each day for the
rest of her life.  Much more efficient than your gun factories, don't you
think?"

   Just then I felt a slap on my pants leg.  I looked down to see an orange
ball slipping down towards my foot.  With a quick, hard kick I was able to
knock it off, but another smacked into my other leg.  This one held fast
through my kicks and worked it's way up my sock to touch my leg.  The
sensation was of a warm stickiness with an almost suction like attachment.
I shook the leg to no avail as another smack on the back of my knee knocked
me down.  By the time I was back on my feet there were two of the things,
one on each leg, sucking its way towards my privates.

   I grabbed the slimy things through my slacks as they crawled up past my
knees.  It seemed that I was able to keep them from progressing, but they
were too slippery and there was no room to peel off through my pants, so I
stood there clutching them as the orange man signaled someone behind me and
my arms were held by two women.  Their bare breasts pressed against my
upper arms as they squeezed them tight to their chests.  The one on my left
was rubbing her stiff nipple into the sleeve of my shirt, and then a third
woman took me from behind in a hug, her hands caressing my chest and slowly
unbuttoning my shirt as I stood there stock-still, keeping the wiggling
monstrosities from ascending my legs any farther.

   The "Weaponized" woman on the floor in front of me slowly got to her
feet.  She clutched her stomach.  "What's happening to me?" she cried as
her body shook.  Her hands grabbed at her flat stomach as her eyes went
wide.  Her upper body whipped forward and she curled into a standing ball
before straightening up.  "Was that a contraction," she asked.  "Oh!" she
gasped, her body shaking, "Oh oh oh!!"

   Her right hand held her stomach as her left slipped slowly between her
legs, to cup her new Venus mound.

   Suddenly a spot of orange appeared between her legs.  "No," she cried!
"It's awful!  I can feel it...  I'm making the awful thing that made me! 
I'm giving birth to the terrible thing." Her body shook again and the
jelly-like thing dropped into her hand.  She stared at it for a moment;
orange and smooth, nearly clear, save for a foggy part on the bottom.  Then
she looked back and forth between the blob and me, her eyes getting wilder
by the second.

   "No," she cried.  "It wants me to...  Do it to you.  I can hear it in my
mind!  I can..."

   Then she stopped still as a statue for a moment.  Her eyes took on a
distant look, then her eyes returned to mine.  She smiled a gentle, almost
seductive smile.  With her hips swinging smoothly she walked close to me.
She smiled as her hand grasped my belt.  I reached to stop her with my
right hand, but immediately the thing on my leg sensed an opening and
worked its way to the edge of my underpants before I could catch it again.

   She stood there in front of me and traced a line along my chin with her
soft finger.  "Don't let it go again or it will get you.  It will eat up
your dick like it did mine.  You just know you have to hold onto them,
don't you?  You can't even let go to stop me."

   She came closer and kissed me, a peck on my lips that I didn't return.
"Relax, sweetie.  Remember, when rape is inevitable..." She undid my belt.

   "No," I begged, "please don't do this.  Don't let them make you do this
to me.  You were once a man like me.  Don't you remember how to fight it?"

   She stepped back for a moment and I looked into her brown eyes.  She
shook her head and paused.  I was getting through to her!

   Then the woman holding my chest removed the belt from my pants and
unzipped my pants slowly.  Her fingers lay flat along my stomach before
slipping into my underpants and grasping my penis, stroking it slowly as
gravity slid my slacks to the ground.

   I was soft from the shock and fear of the situation, but her cool hands
stroked and molded my length until, with the pulsing beat of my heart, I
stiffened.  I found myself leaning back into her as she cupped my balls
with one hand and stroked me with the other, kissing my neck sensuously as
my cock head alternated between her soft hand and the roughness of my
tighty-whities as her hand slid forward and back.  I began to moan as my
pre-cum smoothed the contact between us.

   She slowed her strokes as my hardness throbbed in her hand, just as she
had begun the rise to an orgasm.  I began to relax as she let go, cuddling
my balls before sliding both of her hands slowly up and out of my pants,
leaving me tenting my shorts.

   "You are a lucky one," said the girl in front of me as she passed the
orange glob back and forth between her hands, almost making it look like an
orange pet hamster.  "It seems that you have a future with the masters."
With that she reached up to kiss me with a peck on my nose before pulling
the elastic band of my underwear forward and placing the thing gently
inside.

   I gasped out a "no" as it draped around my cock, a warm sensation as it
reconnected under the shaft.  I distinctly felt it pause at the edge of my
glans before extending to cover the swollen head of my penis, then slowly
slipping around to caress my balls.  I was lowered to the floor before the
women around me stripped my clothing from me as the other two orange masses
joined in with the first.

   My fists balled up tightly as the evil thing sucked and massaged my
dick. I tried to think of other things; if I don't cum, it won't get inside
me and turn me into a girl.  I have a good (and bad) imagination, and
thoughts of horrid things kept me in control even under the incredible
assault.

   The woman who had massaged my dick laid my head on her knees and began
to stroke my face.  Two others started caressing my chest and sucking on my
nipples.  My cock twitched and the tension began to throb under the
combined assault.  Another women lifted one of my legs onto her shoulder
and stroked the sensitive skin on my thighs as the orange device worked its
evil magic.

   "What are you doing?  Don't you know they made you women?  Why are you
helping them?"

   But the assault continued without pause and I knew things were going to
turn out badly.  Still, it was exquisite; the mouths on my nipples, which
had always been sensitive, the sucking pulse on my dick, with the
counterpoint of the hands on my thighs and legs.

   With my leg in the air and knees under my head, I was curled into a
ball, my orange covered dick-head pointing straight at me.  I couldn't even
look away, and I was forced to watch the assault on my body.

   The orange thing began to manipulate my balls, a bubbling motion in time
with the sucking sensation that made me gasp.  Oh how can I be enjoying
this.  It will end my life as I know it, but it feels so good!  My hips are
thrusting into the device and I know the groans that fill my ears are my
own.

   The girls pull my legs up towards my chest as my body thrums in a
pre-orgasmic state.  The orange glob is sloshing back and forth around my
iron-hard cock, pulling my balls as it takes me beyond any semblance of
sanity and I feel the cum boil inside.  The vein on my cock is throbbing,
my cock-head is huge and angry looking, purple even through the orange gel.


   I fight the orgasm with all of my being, tightening all of my muscles in
defiance as I fight, from my curled toes to the straining bands in my neck.
The thing sucks again, pauses, and then starts in with a light tickle at
the base of my glans, expanding along my shaft before returning to the
sensitive cap.  In a stroke as bright and strong as lightning, the biggest
orgasm of my life spouts from me.  Long white strands shoot out, slicing
into the orange jell, but each time the jet of semen pauses, the orange
stuff slips back along the path of my urethra and filters inside me.  It
feels weird; wrong although not painful, as it slips down an up-only path
to lodge in my vas deferens, eventually feeling like the worst case of
blue-balls I've ever had.  The semen is replaced deep in my balls with the
powerful thing and they swell huge as my orgasm stops and the slick stuff
pulls my cum back from where it came, identifying what it needs from my
genetic code and re-designing my whole body.

   I groan as I feel my hips softening and expanding, my face becomes sore
as the structure is changed from the deepest cellular level, and my nipples
harden under the combined assault of the women who haven't left me even in
defeat.

   This, however isn't my greatest concern.  The pressure on my testicles
reduced as the orange stuff spread through my body to make it's diabolical
modifications, but my eyes remain fixed on the symbol of my masculinity.  I
watch as my cock softens as it always has after a good cum.  It looks
normal and relaxed, but a tingling sensation tells me that something is
happening.

   Slowly the head began to change, the pink turning into a darker shade,
then to red, shrinking almost imperceptibly at first, then with a strange
thrill of butterflies in my stomach, the whole shaft thinned and shrank
slowly into my body, first tapered like a cone, then returning almost to
the normal shape, but as hairless and small as a young boy's penis, and
still it shrank until it withdrew to become a tiny bump on my pubic bone.

   The skin of my scrotum began to pull tight against my body, constricting
my testicles until they hurt.  I could feel the central part of the sack
pulling inwards to become my new vagina, though I couldn't describe the
sensation to you as the skin softened in the space between my legs; you
will just have to wait until it happens to you.

   Then my scrotum tightened and squeezed my testicle against me in a
pulling contraction, leaving me reeling like I had been kicked there.  I
groaned and grabbed at the sensitive area, but a second contraction made me
curl up into a ball.  My fingers cupped the almond sized gonads, and I felt
the smaller of the two slip through my fingers as it was pulled inside me.
It felt like it was being crushed.  I screamed in pain.  As I lay there
gasping and cupping the last of my testicles, I realized that they were not
only being pulled inside, but enlarging as they turned from the source of
sperm to the source of eggs.  It became even more sensitive as it began to
bulge, then another contraction hit and accompanied by more pain than I had
ever felt before, it was squeezed inside.

   I passed out.

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   When I regained consciousness I was no longer the center of a pile of
women.  I was laying on the floor in a quiet room.  I looked down at
myself. I remembered all that had happened to me, the change in my body
from male to female.  I looked down at my body.  I had breasts.  I couldn't
tell you the size of them, although they were smaller than many of the
women, still they were larger than my hands could cover.  As I stroked
them, enjoying the new sensation of my softer skin, my nipples hardened
against the palms of my hands and I sighed at the touch.  I resented being
changed into a girl but the sensations were delicious.

   I stroked my hips and stomach, which was a touch flatter than I had
expected.  I was really in decent shape; better than I had been as a man.
My calves were toned and smooth, ending in pretty feet.  I stroked the soft
skin from my ankles to knees and along my smooth thighs to the short, curly
hair of my vagina, though I found myself thinking of it not with the dirty
words I used to use, but now as my "Center."

   I touched the area gently, softly caressing the folds of skin that
covered the new entrance to my body.  Hoping to make the moment special I
worked my way around the opening, teasing myself there and the other most
sensitive spot; my now excited clit.  I tickled either side of the hooded
flesh.  Where my dick had been a good size, perhaps eight inches long, my
clit was a tiny piece of skin, but so sensitive that tapping the hood made
me jump.

   I gave it a few more gentle touches before taking a detour to tease my
entrance, barely letting my fingertip part the skin to feel the sensation
of it touching the inside lips.  Oh it was good, making my back flex and
pointing my stiff nipples at the ceiling.

   My nipples called for more attention, so I grasped the perky breast and
tweaked the nipple as I scratched my inner thigh gently.  How could a touch
on my leg make me so excited?

   Now more was needed as I looked forward to the delicious crest that was
coming.  I slipped my finger along my slit, pulling the moisture to my
clit, then making little circles around it.  My legs began to tense and
relax, jumping a bit as I touched the clitoris from the bottom.

   My moans got stronger as I kept touching myself, delighting in what was
not possible only a hour before.  I pulled harder on my nipple, the sweet
pain a counterpoint to the nearly overwhelming sensation from below.

   Somehow I knew it was time.  I stiffened my middle finger as it slipped
back and forth on my clit and my knees drew up as I slid my finger down,
down...  I had closed my eyes and was holding my breath as my fingertip
began to slip across the wet hole at the bottom of my vagina, then curled
to slip inside.

   A hand grasps my wrist and I open my eyes to see the orange alien
kneeling naked next to me.  "No, sweet.  You need something better to fill
you up.  Try this instead," he says, placing my hand on his penis.

   His phallus had a strange, distinctly non-human shape.  While it was
more or less straight like mine had been, the head had two slits, one on
either side.  The shaft itself was thick in two separate places, thinning
between the wider areas as if it was an hourglass, and I found myself
holding it securely with both hands as his roamed my body, one jumping from
breast to breast as his other settled between my legs to tease my slit.

   "I don't understand," I said as I held the shaft.  "I don't want to
touch you, but I can't stop it." I began to stroke the alien dick, pulling
it towards me, realizing as I did so that it was approaching my face.  I
ached in my heart to take it into my mouth, and found myself licking my
lips.

   "Perhaps it is part of the programming that the converter gave you. 
None of the converted can hurt us," he said as I stroked him to fullness.
"I would have you suck me for the joy it would bring us, but I have other
plans for you, my dear."

   While we had been talking he had been stroking my entrance.  I was
squirming under his touch, see-sawing my hips as his finger dipped
shallowly inside of me.

   He let go and I sighed both with relief and regret.  Then he moved
between my legs, supporting himself on his hands and knees.

   My face was in shock as I realized that he was going to fuck me.  I
tried to keep myself under control, but with the sexual energy I had found
pouring out of myself it must have sounded weak as I cried, "Go away, you
bastard!  You've won.  I'm a girl.  What else could you want from me?"

   His smile was without mirth or sympathy as he pressed his smooth orange
chest against my firm breasts and whispered in my ear.  "Simple," he said.
"We dominate lesser species.  And I am now going to dominate you, body and
soul.  Now put me in your hole," he commanded.

   "I won't!" I said defiantly.  I looked down at his dick, which I was
stroking absently.  It was smooth and hard, and I wanted it inside me more
than anything I had ever wanted before even as my mind shrank from the
thought.  He leaned closer and I my muscles pulled him in towards my aching
vagina.  "No, don't...  don't make me!" I heard myself beg.

   In only a moment I found my hands placing the strange dick at the
entrance of my vagina, slipping it up and down to lubricate him with my
moisture even as I pleaded with him to stop, to let me alone, but without
pity he moved forward, and I felt the thickness of him pressing hotly at my
opening and I fell silent as my legs opened more widely to ease the way for
his thick member.

   The broad head pressed at my slick opening for longer than I expected,
until with one long, smooth thrust he filled me.  I cried out in anguish,
although there wasn't pain, just fear.

   The sensation of fullness was tremendous, and we lay still therefor a
moment.  His body pressed heavily on top of me, his prick buried deeply
inside my belly, pinning me to the floor.  I closed my eyes and listened to
his breath in my ear, and studied the feel of his legs, coarse with their
coppery hairs against my smooth ones.

   Then he slowly withdrew his penis from inside me, pausing with it
nestled just inside my entrance, then slipped slowly back inside.  I found
my arms behind his shoulders, and my knees rising on either side of him as
my vaginal walls grasped at his strangely shaped shaft.

   In and out he went, each thrust pressing deep inside me, each motion
teasing out a tension that started in my muscles all over my body and
coming to center deep in my belly.

   My legs pulled upwards as I rutted into him until I was bent nearly
double.  I wrapped my legs around his back, my heels pressing just above
his hips, thrusting into him from beneath as I ground my nipples into his
chest.

   It was too much.  I began to cry as the orgasm reached out to me.  I
couldn't breathe.  My eyes were open, but I was blinded by the fire his
prick had built so deep inside my body.  I screamed as the orgasm showered
my soul with joyous orange light, and passed out.

   When I awoke, he was still inside me, moving slowly.  His face was
directly above mine; he was supporting his weight on his elbows as his hips
slowly raised and lowered.  My legs had slid down to rest curled around his
calves, and lay there languidly enjoying the sensations.

   He smiled and bent to suck on my nipple, making it stiffen as his tongue
lashed at the growing bud.  I moaned and pulled his head in tighter,
pressing my breast into his face as he made my body tingle all over,
switching from one nipple to the other and back again.  Another small
orgasm shot through my body and I ground my hips into him as my insides
gripped at his invading shaft.

   At last he straightened up and began to thrust into me again.  His hands
grasped my breasts, my nipples caught between his thumbs and the side of
his forefinger.  He kneaded my breasts and tweaked my nipples gently.  In a
post orgasmic daze I placed my hands on his, taking over pinching and
rolling my nipples when he removed his hands.

   He reached back and took hold of my left knee, and bent it until my calf
was over his shoulder.  Then he brought the other up, bending me in half as
he leaned down, his mouth next to my ear.  Our groans made a soft
counterpoint to the rhythmic noise of his hips slapping loudly into mine as
he hammered into me.

   He began to breathe more heavily.

   "Are you ready," he asked?

   "Huh?"

   "Are you ready to cum?"

   "Oh yeaaaahh," I moaned, pinching my nipples harder.

   "Can you feel it?  My pre-cum mixing inside you, slicking the way for my
sperm?  Can you feel my dick throb deep in your channel?  Picture it, the
holes so close to your cervix..."

   I closed my eyes as he said those things, and an image of my insides
built in my mind as another orgasm built inside me.  As it drew closer, his
thrusts became erratic and I knew he was about to cum.  His body curved
upwards as he thrust into me and my knees slipped to his elbows.

   I was so close I could taste it.  His breath was coming in gasps, a soft
puff on my face, the sweat from his chest mingling now with mine.  Then it
happened.  A pause.  A groan, a sharp, hard thrust.  Another, and with it I
could feel his sperm fill me, touching off an orgasm that struck me to my
soul.  My every muscle clenched, locking tightly around his dick, my cunt
sucking his cum through my open cervix and lodging it high into my womb.

   We lay there, I don't know how long, his body heavy on mine, his chest
squashing my soft breasts, my legs tight against my stomach, knees folded
over his elbows, and that magnificent prick inside me, the strange shape
keeping the flood of his semen from leaking out.

   "Look into my eyes," he said in a gentle voice.  His eyes were a deep
brown with a reddish tinge.  "I want to see your eyes when it happens."

   "When what happens," I asked, looking deeply into his orange-brown eyes.


   "I filled you with my sperm.  In a moment conception will occur, and it
has a profound effect on your species."

   "Conception???  You're trying to get me pregnant?  Oh shit, your cum is
in me.  I've got to get it out of me before it's too late.  Get off me. 
Get off of me!!!" I tried to push him off of me, but my hands were still
grasping my breasts and the tweaking of my nipples sapped my strength.  I
couldn't push hard enough to get him off.  I tried to straighten my legs,
but he was just too strong.  He almost laughed in my face as I struggled
beneath him.

   "Get it out of you?  Why even if I jumped off of you right now, your own
body sucked my cum up to meet your brand-new egg.  You will carry my child;
there is nothing that could possibly stop it now."

   But then it didn't matter anymore.  My brow furrowed as deep in my gut,
two things: a human egg and an alien sperm, came together, and all other
thought was suspended.  There was new life inside, stronger by far than a
human, and as the cells split I could feel the life, even sense some level
of awareness.  My child was already touching my mind, and I knew
instinctively that it would shortly overpower and take control of me.
   And very soon my life would change again.