Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Rewrite: Also renamed from "Sonrise," at some point it shifts to Asexual
Cosmology.  I'll let you know, but trigger warnings for Nepiophilic incest,
homosexual acts between infants, possession, heresy, and Mind Control.  If
you're christian, this one's almost guaranteed to offend you spiritually.

   Evate {GM Tort Fant Mono Snuf.}

   "You wanna know where I got this scar?" I ran the blunt back edge up my
bare tummy.  "My father was a doctor, and a fiend." INS if this is a
memory, or I made him up as a witness, someone to tell this to, but all
through my childhood I tried.  Nobody would believe me, not that he would
be believed, if he lived.

   "Mh?" He turned away, moaned through the gag, and clenched his eyes
tight enough to weep.

   "Why so serious?" Yeah, totally mixed it up with another character, from
a movie, they didn't even make yet.  The crow?  No, I don't remember it
from the original timeline, when I had the scar, so yeah, shake my head. 
And giggle, goody, just a dream.  Which means I can get away with anything.


   "He liked to touch me," I whispered in his ear, tried to shrink back,
but he was bound so tight there was no place for him to shrink back to, in
the chair.  In his head, well you look for a way to escape.  Some find that
dark place where everything seems far enough away to see it as if it was
happening somewhere else.  Others have to be led there.

   "HehuhahA!" Pat it, "What's wrong, don't you like to be touched?" Soft,
but I know what to do about that.  I picked up my shoe, and pulled the lace
out.  Snapped him with the, ?{Aglets} on the end.  Doubled over my thumb,
but the tight skin over his balls shrank until it wrinkled.

   "ahMn!" He bit the knotted strip of linen I tore from his sheet, but
snapped back to hear and now from the pain.

   "He never fucked me," I slipped the loop out, and hooked it under his
balls, "You know, I never saw it?  He kept his lab coat on, but set me up
in the special chair (Or table, with the back folded up) with the sturrups,
and rubbed the medicine in with his gloves." His tight balls rolled in my
fingertips, but he looked like he was starting to drift away again, so I
cocked my fingers behind my thumb, and snapped them into them, the skin
pulled so tight, the blue veins showed through, and he jumped with a grunt,
hard enough for the front legs to rock back, then forth, and hit the floor.


   "It made me grow, the medicine.  Like my mother, and my aunt, and
probably my baby when He was done, but He messed it up, cutting her out of
me.  He took everything, my eggs, and my womb, so I stopped growing after
that.  Never went through puberty, naturally, just the hormones he gave me
until I was 5, and the syringe with the special tip.  To inject His sperm
through my cervix.  It was my birthday, I was a virgin, then I was
pregnant. I never got to be a mom, because he left me at a hospital, once
he made me barren.  Cut out the baby with the bathwater, you could say."

   I wrapped the end around the top, then the base of his still soft dick.
"Hh," I flipped the knife back up, hanging from my pinky by the ring while
I used my fingers, swinging against his ass, and thigh, but now I ran the
back edge down the little scarlike line he had on his scrotum, "Well," I
was losing the mood, "If you can't get it up."

   "MHHHHH!" He couldn't scream, but the hot splash over my fingers was all
I needed.  I pulled the strings, without even tying them to hold it up, and
sliced underneath.  Sawed back to my knuckle, and twisted, yanking it down
so it cut through, and dangled from the shoelace.

   "...I guess I'll have to fuck You!"

   Punch him in the wound, he jerked, and tried to scream, but then I was
on him, my wrist bashing between my legs as I pulled out, but I don't have
to aim, find the hole again, just poke another one, and another, fucking
into him until my arm gets tired, but he's long dead.  The floor is
slippery under my knees, and I'm drenched, feeling it slip all over my
body, and my fingers sopping in and out of me until I cum.  So, I gut him,
feel around inside, all the bugling squishing viscera, and blood.  All the
blood, up to my elbows in him.

   "Hh!"

   Darkness, but warm, fluid, and the long slow drumbeat of her heart.

   "Huhhhhhh!" Swim around the womb, and feel the thick blood filled rope
slip from her pudgy hands, still too crude to even grip it, pull it between
my legs like a soft cock, but I got off.  In utero, who's my mother?  How
did I get in here?  Jr.  still too young to even tell what it'll be,
probably a boy, usually a boy, until I do something about it.  Right,
{Genophages?} Yes, I feel them, swimming around with me, microscopic, but
then so am I.

   "SNHGL!" Breathe in the rest, easy enough to find the navel, from the
heart.  That's where all the fresh blood comes from, and the stale blood
flows out.  Swirling through the umbilicus.

   "Ope!" a kink, tug it straight, then rush into her.  Mommy, let's see
what she's like.

   Hanna {FM Wife/Rape Trig Mnem.}

   "Uh?" what a, "Uhgguguguh!" Nightmare!  I started shaking, so hard it
woke up Scott, but he couldn't hold me, and I fell off the side of the bed.
Then I stopped, curled up sobbing.  He was on the floor with me, holding
me, but I could still smell the blood, taste it from memory, but it was
just a dream.  Just a horrible horrible dream, but it felt so real!

   "Huh!" I got up, went to the bathroom.

   "Are you all right?" He held me, "Honey?" Kissed my shoulder, and I saw
him, in the mirror.  He looked like a stranger for a moment, then I.  I had
the strangest feeling, like deja vu, but looking at my face.  My hair,
stuck to my head with sleep sweat, and I felt disgusting.  But it was
almost like seeing myself for the first time, and recognising myself, in
the mirror?

   "Yeah," I blinked, "Huh!" Shook my face in my hands, "I'm fine, just a
nitemare."

   I needed a shower.  {That kind of shower,} thank God I got the curtain
closed, and the water running before I started sobbing too loud. 
"Uhuhuhuh!" The nightmare, must have been, I don't know it felt like a
revenge fantasy.

   {Revenge for?} Now I remember, fitness mom, out power walking, tried to
fight back with the cute little weights, but didn't know how to swing them.
I stopped her, holding her down, and ripping through the tight spandex
crotch with my nails.

   It hurt so much, and I felt so ashamed.  I could barely get back home,
afraid someone would see me, the tear in my yoga pants.  I wanted to tell
Scott, but it's so painful, and shameful, and I just wished it never
happened.  I felt like, I cheated on him, and

   "Honey?" I blinked, the water spattering loud on the wall behind me,
curled up in the back of the tub.

   "Nh?"

   "Are you sure you're all right?"

   "No," I was RAPED!  I wanted to scream, "Huh!  {I think I'm pregnant.}
Again." I would never be all right.  "Nihinhinhin!"

   "Okay?" he pulled back the curtain, but I was already up.  He looked
happy, hopefully it would look like him, if I never summon the strength to
tell him, but a lie of omission is still a lie, and I already feel guilty
from not telling him, but it's just too much, and

   "Awe," he held me and turned off the water, "I know what I said about
waiting, and sure money might be tight, but this is a blessing." I
shivered, until he got a towel.  "Huh, we'll get through this, together."
He kissed my wet hair, "I'll just have to work a little harder to save up
before they go to college.  I'm happy." He wiped my eyes, "You make me so
happy, you know that, and Sammy can grow up with a brother, or sister." He
slicked some water out on my neck, and it ran down my back.  "Come on," he
took me back to bed, "It's going to be a couple hours before I have to get
ready for work, and you need your sleep."

   I didn't want to, after the nitemare, and the memory, but I was so
tired. And Scott, felt so warm, and strong behind me, I felt safe from
anyone just coming in, while I slept, and.

   .

   .

   Evate {G-F Tran Mnem...}

   That's what it said in my records, because that's what I said.  Well,
Evate Doe, but it wasn't until I learned to spell, and numbers that I
remember my real name, my first one, the original.

   Eve VIII.  We were numbered, and apparently there were 7 generations
before me, that I don't remember.  But, I remember the hospital, then the
girl's home, until I tested out, and started school.  In 2nd grade.  I had
a nurse, well lots of nurses, but because of my wounds, and obvious trauma,
they thought I had amnesia.

   Estimated my age, the problem is, I went through Pregnancy, not Puberty,
and was given hormones to develop in 5 years.  Not even 6 yet, barely able
to talk, but she showed me how to read.  And she didn't touch me, she was
my first friend who wasn't related to me, and she didn't even try.  Hugged
me, kissed my head, and cuddled with the bed sat up, but just red to me,
showed me the words, and let me try to figure them out sometimes.

   So, I started in second grade, but I had breasts.  And the wound had
healed, enough that I could go out and play without it busting open, but it
still hurt.

   Huh!

   I created the Visceri.  Well, eventually the r was dropped to Visci, but
the first generation.  Downtime, I'm aware, but life right now is like
idyllic heteronormative American Dream.  A nightmare for me, other than a
Rape flashback, which is over far too quick, and I'm debating deletion for
redundancy.  Her hottest fantasy is, like, leaving the door open so she can
hear if Samuel starts crying.  Yeah, totally got a little exhibitionistic
thrill, from that.  He's an infant, they go to church, it's sad, really.

   So, I'm not hiding from the Light of teh Lawd!  It's just boring, and
these are pretty fucking innocent, so there's really nothing better to do
than lurk, and try not to get her burned at the stake.  Okay, fire and
brimstone preacher, there's also the urge to stand up, and tell him all the
things he got wrong.  Jesus?  Gay, a top, yes, but he liked hairy Arab
Bears, there I said it.  Not a queen, a King, very butch, and very very
gay. And middleastern, closer to Cro-magnan than black or white, so there.

   Yeah, just sitting this one out.  Leaves me with my memories, but I got
some great ones, and sitting in a house of God, I just got to try to think
the most evil thing I ever did.  Apples, and oilcans, but I'm guessing the
Visceri are tied for the top 3.  Not because of their namesake digestion,
that's pretty violent, but because of their sexuality.

   Necrophages, never realized it's a combination of both my birthmark, and
the pathogenic reincarnation of the Genophages.  Obviously, I called them
necrophages because they're an upgrade, but that really weaponized rape,
and made it spread like a plague, like the Pathogenic spread of Genopaths
that justified the Eugenic War, but also killed the host.  Because the
rapist offspring are also cannibals.

   Hm!  But that wasn't Earth, so if I had the bioware, well what would it
take to unleash necrophages here, now?  It's not human technology, so just
the trivial matter of finding a Fraethi to bake one.  And carry it through
the risky stage of emerging from the body, and surviving long enough to
kill, and/or rape.  Normally, a lot of them died, because they burned the
body, or just duked it out in Fraethiland where they don't have species so
much as every living thing is unique.  Flora, fauna, and hybrids of them,

   Huh!  Got time, but I digress.  I guess the best memory for this
communion should be my first time, or the field-test.  The debut in the
Race Wars, seeking out a giant, well a human, but it's really a small
world, after all, so they're the largest.  Want a good body, of course, and
a polearm.  Right, because we hadn't adoped the characteristic fighting
style of multiple knives, and daggers, in each hand.  Claws, and teeth too,
but I wanted a good gut-wound.  Not an eviscerator, but rip up the
intestines, and omentum real good to have a nice soup, and the coward
collapsed, screaming and trying to hold it in.

   He died, but not quickly, had the presence of mind to roll on his back
as he lay down.  The skin peeling back from the tip of my tail, and
erectile tissue bloating to cover the vertebri.  His arms splitting apart,
and the warm wet penetration, the taste of the late digestive fluids, and
blood, the soft coils of intestines, to curl up in when the zygote grew
enough, and crawling out, gorged until my skin puffed out like fat with
rich blood.

   My spines, hollow living hairs, grown long, thick, and sharp from
sucking it up before it rotted.  Cracking the bones in his back to suck out
the spine, first, before the nerves died.  No feeling from it, but nerve
tissue is hard to grow even with stem cells, and it got me to a substrate
brain so much faster.  I couldn't get in his head, or I would have had to
chew out of his skull, a lot sooner, and a lot smaller, but that's the
price you pay for being born in 3 days.

   They didn't start burning the bodies within the hour until later in the
race wars, but this was the first.  Well, the first used in battle, we had
to test it a few times first.  But that was the first battle where we got
reinforcements almost overnight.  I saw my old body, from the outside
later, and it was magnificent.

   "Blood of christ." Sparkling white grape juice!  Like champaign for your
12 stepper friends on New Years eve.  "The cup of heaven." You ask them, I
should probably be having a seizure just being in the building, or having
the shadow of the steeple fall on her while possessed.  I could drink a
font of Holy Water, baptize me, I've been christened, and the guest of
dishonor at exorcisms.  I was burned at the stake, once.

   It tingles a little, but that's just the bubbles.  Oh, and she could do
keg-stands without harming my development.

   Nope, still no power over me.  These mortals, and their "God"s.  I think
I'll sit the rest of this out,

   nlm

   Hanna (Fz NS}

   I put him down as soon as we got home, but he was out in the car. 
"Samuel," his cheek nuzzled my hand, "Because I asked God for you."

   I felt my tummy.  Still flat, hasn't been that long, but I like the name
Rachel.  Or Ruth, she has her own book, it's the shortest, but it sounds
too, rough to me?  The old names, some of them are girls, but sound too
boyish.  Bethany, and Delilah, is pretty, but she betrayed a righteous man,
so I'd never curse a child with a name like that.  Then others were boy's
names, or there's so many in the book that have Him as part of their
meaning.

   Like Hannah, He who Bestows, because God gave her a son when she was
thought barren.  Not virginal, her husband lay with her, but she hadn't
conceived.  The sparkling "Wine" sometimes bothered me for communion.  It's
supposed to be wine, not "Wine," but now I shouldn't be drinking.  I guess
if I want to pick nits, it should be red wine at that, but we chose that
Church for it's message, they're not refreshments, shame on me for thinking
like that.

   I prayed for this, but not like this.  I should I have said I wanted to
bear him a daughter, Scott?  I want her for him too, but selfishly I asked
for a daughter.  No, not Samantha, Sam and Sam would be too cruel for them,
and we might be thought fornicators for having another before the first is
weaned, but

   "Huh!"

   Listener.

   What do you know?  Really should read Hebriew, we use the best most up
to date translations, the NIV now, but He was a Jew.  His disciples were
Jews, and he spoke to their priests, taught them.  So, the sermon on the
mount, probably all the red letters in the Gospels were in Hebriew, so that
would be better than any translation.

   {Huh!  Actually we don't have a surviving version in the original
Hebriew,} Do we?  {Syriac,} that's, Syrian?  {Ancient Syrian, or Sumerian,}
right?  Is it Sumerian, or Syrian?

   My hands flip back idly and stop, but it's in the Maps, and just
happened to be Paul's journey to Rome.  Acts, {I can look it up later} but
starting in Antioch.  {Now Antioch, Syria.} Right, so Syriac, {Like the
Dead-Sea Scrolls} where would I learn that anyway?  {Syria?  Yeah, probably
not a good time for that.}

   Oh well, might have been nice, but that's what I love about the Bible,
no matter how much you read, every time I open it, I realize something new.

   Arachael {Z Mono}

   Huh!  It's always the Ignorance.  That's how it works, faith.  Fuck it,
If I can't just sit here and listen to this bullshit, then I might as well
do some good, and I certainly ain't getting no action in this family.  I've
been through those memories so many times, so new plan:

   What really sucks is she's not stupid.  Pretty high Neuron count anyway,
but Einstein would've been a dolt without the right teachers, and she's got
the wrong fucking teachers.  Not that I`m a biblical scholar, but I was
there, I knew the dude, more intimately than Lot knew his wife.  You know
why the Gospels don't say a damned thing about homosexuality?

   Because every time Jesus went on and on about it, nobody wrote it down,
or it was edited out later.  Even after Nicea, read the damned things, and
tell me I'm wrong.  Just the Gospels, any translation will do, not even
knowing the parts they redacted for the straight agenda, Jesus was a
fucking fudge-packer.  Couldn't get enough, like them hairy, and smelly. 
Some cushion for the pushin' would be nice, so he tended to hit the
Merchants who could afford to eat conspicuously well, and spent a lot of
time sitting down, but that's why he never even hit on Myra of the Tower.
Not because she was a pagan temple prostitute, but because she was too
fucking pretty.  And buck-toothed, but that was considered pretty, for like
6 thousand years, so who am I to argue?

   Huh!

   So that was like a sesquesecond, but I had to let it out.  I guess
that's one of the reasons I hate them so much.  People, not just humans,
but that's just about all the people around right now.  Well, not the
Gelfi, there's one exception.  As people go, they're kinda hard to hate.

   Yeah, if I'm going to soak in all this sweet niceness a few more months,
I think I'll remember the Gefli.  Probably don't remember them enough
anyway.

   Tertia {wM Cons Gelf}

   Roughly translated, the 4th.  Until the Yiffi came out, nothing could
outbreed them, because they're designed from the ground up to live in
space, and Warning: Science Content, Life Support is a significant mass
fraction for habitats in space.  Oh, and my Aunt invented them when they
kicked her off the planet.

   I remember hir specifically, because I'm anthrophilic as fuck, and shi
was the first one I had with a man.  Well, one of mine, a Genopath.  What I
really love about the Gelfi is they don't have violence.  It's just not a
thing, naturally, or culturally.  They learned it, race wars, while still
the dominant population on the planet, because nothing is native, so
everything had to be shipped in.  Including the planet.

   And they're cute, actually, the best thing for a Gelfa is a pedophile,
the rest of them called them "Space Babies" as an insult.  So, I guess some
boring understanding of the Habitat is prerequisite.  Artificial, and you
have to ship everything in, hence mass fraction.  They're small, about the
size of a 6-8yo kid, and tend to be fleshy if they're space-borne, because
they never had to support their own weight.  Also, hair is stupid for a can
of air with a cycling circuit to exchange waste for fresh breathable, so
none.  They don't grow it, but the lack of genes is recessive, because any
hybrid is going to have that gene, for hair, nails, feathers, scales,
leaves, or hornlike vampiric hollow spikes, with vascular beds.

   Oh, and that's Aunt Genevive's brilliant part, they're genetically
engineered for adaptability.  Any kind of adaption, genetic engineering,
hybridization, conscious biochemestry (AKA Changeling Magic) and they breed
a generation in about every 5-7 years.  (In Terra/lunar orbit.) No
inherited changeling abilities, but they can pick them right up, and have
minds that are capable of understanding it.  Humans generally can't learn,
there's exceptions, but all of them required centuries of instruction, with
neuronano.

   I met Tertia on my way off of Earth.  Well, Victor Champion (Silent h)
did.  The Genopath, the last one I was in on Earth, before I came back, and
starting a new generation of that pathogen, but the last one on Earth in
that timeline.  Anyway, pretty much perfected the growth, and breeding by
that point, and he was a TT 48 duploid clone.  The full genotype, stitched
back together after being scattered across humanity all 24 chromosomes. 
Oh, and Champion of the planet.

   Tertia won the beauty contest.  Wasn't official, but as soon as shi
picked me up, well shi was the first person Vic' didn't rape.  The perfect
Genopath, the one that slapped around all the hybrids competing for the
title of biggest Badass on Earth.  I wasn't subtle, not really Victor
Champion's style, but my first alias was Amanda Hunt, and subtle wasn't
really what I was going for.  So, they heard I was coming, and every
shield-ship capable of intercepting competed (Peaceably) to be the one that
picked me up.

   Shi let me in, {Her "Ship." The Gelfi word is Home.} and probably would
have let me rape her, but that eager delight was what did it for me.  I'm
not a pedophile, and Vic never had a thought in that pretty big head
before, but neither had any trouble with any of it.  And I had no idea what
to expect, Genevive continued to surprise It.  I really liked how hir
scrotum bulbed out to a speroid, before I saw how mine did too.

   So, I was delighted with hir soft (They don't exfoliate, nor produce
epithelial* layers to exfoliate.  {*AKA Dust}) smooth flawless skin.  I
asked hir hir age, and she was 173.  Earth years old.  Centuries of
quarantine, human propaganda and porn.  Pretty mainstream stuff, you'd
recognise the action, plotless mating habits of heterosexual humans
(Anything else was underground) and military state war propoganda.  Nobody
on Earth had seen them for centuries, but pretty much the same message as
the first 80 years of human broadcasts: "Come to Earth, we'll kick your
Ass!"

   Yeah, Independence Day?  For public broadcasts, I swear you people
edited out the sex, and escalated the violence.  Not just historically,
your science fiction.  Ellen Ripley has no nipples.  Violence is great, sex
is dirty.  Now, step back a second, and watch it again, everything you've
ever seen on TV, and try to empathize with something that's seen
everything, except that unique blend of sex, and violence.  Not a Gelfe, an
alien, from the future, the first time around.

   Basiatis, first he used the pathogen to drive Genevive from Earth, then
he came up with the Tournament to re-unite the military complexes, and
re-combine them to represent Humanity.  "The only way to unite Humanity is
against a common enemy." Both times, never said it publically.

   Tertia was a big old Anthrophile.  Men, huMen, after centuries of
quarentine, because humanity broadcasts porn.  You do, they set up a field
across the lower orbits, and energised it to jam signals between the Earth
and higher orbits (Not to mention fragment anything trying to fly through
it, and failing that, Missiles)

   The Porn Still got through.  The Gelfi didn't invent Rule #34, and they
outbred the planet in a couple decades of exponential growth, as fast as
they could mine the moon, and launch orbital habitats.  Square-Cube law,
look it up.

   If you made it this far, I'll assume you have some interest in Evil. 
You want to read the secret?  You, are the badguys.  Not just you,
humanity, life as you know it is the sickness.  I know there is a God,
because I saw them, once.  I know there is a devil, because I lived with it
for scant centuries.  You know why there's a devil?  I'm not the one He
shewed this.  I just happened to be along for the ride.

   Victor {Mw Cons}

   "Huh!" {Interesting design, a flying saucer is great for spinning on
orbit, but about as aerodynamic as a Frisbee.  ((TM)) Frisbee pie company.
So, the 3 engines are in the corners.} Around the disk shaped room, or
thick cylinder, closer to the volume of a sphere.

   Just stepping off my first space-ship ride, and the airlock looked
suspiciously like the old Atrocity Wars cybernetic ports, only with longer
flanges, and the inner walls of the habitat chamber.  6 of them, curved so
any 3 can be extended with 3 walls from a matching lock.  So, I didn't even
have to step down to the wall, basically just get out of my capsule.  {Just
match it's rotation between the atmosphere, and a global field of schrapnel
at about mach 8.} And who's fault is that?  {I didn't have to come back for
you.} ...Now in the hold/lock of the Shieldship.

   "Allow me to get out to a safe-orbit."

   No idea where the voice came from, sounded just as Androgynous over the
radio {You're going to love this,} It sniffed, I didn't recognise anything,
and giggled.  Still spinning, unless there's gravity generation technology
I don't know about.  {Nor I} Somehow going through a Kessler bombardment,
centuries old, "You don't have to maneuver?"

   "No, but I have to monitor mass." {3 Engines, Energy; It's trans-orbital
space-flight, but that is their life.} Yeah, got it.

   "Why?" {It's a solid shield, not a field effect.  We're picking up a lot
of mass flying through it, and it takes more energy to orbit more mass.}

   "Mining." I get used to 2 people talking at once.  "Your people make
your missiles out of Aluminum, which is also good for making habitats."
{Hahahah.} Yeah yeah, smug bastard.  {It's true,} set the whole thing up,
{I am literally fatherless.} over a couple centuries.

   {How long have you been up here playing with the,} "What are you?"

   "Gelfa."

   "Ah."

   "Sorry, you do not know our genders?"

   "Didn't know you had genders," but that hopefully means sex.

   "Yes, I am not unlike your females."

   What do you call it?"

   "Womale, shi, hir, hirs, female suffix."

   "Gyna?"

   "Tertia," I felt the floor move, and sat back against the circular wall.

   "What was that maneuver?"

   "Just to stabilize the orbit."

   Shi turned around.  Oh, and a port irised up on the opposite wall,
hexagonal, as is the pyramid dome past it, on the top of the ship, level,
if there's a down.  In this case, it looked like daylit clouds, spinning.

   Cute face.  Either that's a space-suit, or she's featurless grey from
the neck down, but her face is black.  Not the dark brown of any human,
looked more like gorilla black,.  You know, under the fur, or the exposed
parts of the face, but, "How old are you"

   "One hundred seventy three years, 5 months;" That's enough.

   "What?"

   "Precision?  I don't need every significant digit, you can estimate?"

   "Yes." Shi doesn't nod.

   "A couple hundred years is a lot faster."

   {Hello.}

   >Yes?<

   "Oh, and I've got a cybernetic issue." {Your issues have issues.}

   }nlm{

   {I'm Mjoldin.}

   >Oh.<

   "Wait," What?

   {Sorry, what'd you think I did while you're sowing the Earth with
super-human hybrids?}

   I didn't, I mean I wondered, but estimated the odds of guessing as about
one in zero.

   >You don't divide by zero.<

   "I know, that's the joke." they're psychic?

   {No, but you're on hir ship.  Okay, so yes shi has an electromagnetic
link to the ship, because shi lives here, and you never know when it has to
dodge a chunk of matter going tens of miles per second.  So, the ship can
sense hir mind, and they communicate.  Telepathically as you understand
it.} And it's electromagnetic, so.

   {So,} I sighed, {I don't really need your body, and shi's about to
explode with arousal, so I'm gonna let you kids get to know eachother, and
just hang out.} Aerosol.  Could you like, glow or something, kinda hard to
get in the mood knowing you're watching, invisibly.  {You mind?  It may
cause some Ionization.}

   >No.<

   Thanks!  You know you look like a glowing jellyfish like that.  {Or an
interlace map of a human nervous system.} Yes, or a brain with splitting
tendrils, so you can keep communicating likeis, but oh nevermind.

   "You two have a complex relationship."{Yes.}

   "Don't get me started." How do you turn off this, thought, broadcast,
thingy?

   {Done.  Might I ask why?} No offense, but let's keep it physical my
first time, I don't want to hurt her.  {That's nice of you.} Watch it,
wiseass.

   Look back down.  "Are you," how do I put this, "Sexually,"

   "Anthrophilic?" Shi smiled.  "Very."

   "Huh!" Still trying to think of the words, but.

   "Would you like to have sex with me?" It said {Exploding with arousal}
how can you tell?

   {Smell, mostly.  And I hacked hir field.} Waited for hir to protest, but
apparently was 1-way.

   Hm, peels right off, exactly like{Siliconitrile.}Yes, translucent grey
polymer.  How long have you been up here?  {Commuted since the beginning.}
Right, set up the global security in the first place.  {Second, I was also
born in orbit.} Right, and there's that.

   "You mind if I check you out, first?"

   Smooth poreless skin.  Ever felt a newborn baby?  Did you pay attention?
Not just hairless, nothing for them to come out of.  {No need for follicles
if they just don't grow hair.} Perfect skin, doesn't look a day over a
century.  "Do you need to," I reached up, pointed, and twirled my finger
around the axis.  {Actually a waste of energy.} It's not too dizzy,
standing with your head weightless, but don't look out.  Got that.

   "Not out here," it shifted against the floor, and behind my back.  "You
may experience some discomfort."

   I'm not going to call hir nerdy.  Shi's from space, the rest of the
spaceborne Gelfi I met only confirmed it.  Their language is a bastard
Greco-latin derived from the technical language of humans.  (With some
arabic in astrophysics, chinese, and japanese in various fields.) Humans
are ust stupid and ignorant.  {Yes.} If the air conditioner goes out, you
have to fix it before you die.  It's not nerdy, it's normal.  I was
starting to find it attractive.  "Where are we going?" Like the novelty of
asking that question.

   "Orbiting, at several hundred miles," good estimate, shi mimicked my
expression.

   "Good estimate." oh, "No destination?"

   "Would you like to take your clothes off?"

   Gravity was off, so.  "Why?"

   "I am nude."

   "Sorry, why no destination?"

   "They don't know which of us intercepted you, so I have not transmitted
your whereabouts." Right, no telling what we're still in range of.  "Also,
I like men."

   "You've had sex with men?"

   "You are my first huMan."

   "You want to help with my shoes?"

   Yes.  It floated, right out there, like a ship's, front spike over the
figurehead.  {Prow.  Nice simile.} Thanks, anyway shi saw it, noticed it,
but, "Oh."

   "What?"

   "Foot fetish?" Shi looked down.  "Yes." Appeared to realize it, at the
time, if I was any judge of Gelfi expressions.  Right, Gelfa.  "Is that a
scrotum?" Right about where I'd put a cock, but looked like a balloon. 
Like the typical rubber balloon, only just blown out before it starts to
stretch.

   "Yes.  I have testes."

   I thought back, "Womale," she said.

   "Yes, I have a uterus like a woman" Why they're called women, "And
testes like a male."

   "How many genders do you have?"{3}"I mean Gelfi."

   "2" Fingers.  No 3 fingers, and 2 thumbs, but she tucked the thumbs, and
middle finger together.  {However, it's an either, or both situation, half
are hermaphrodites.}

   "Can I see your hand?"

   "Can I hold one of yours?" Shi held it up as if to kiss it, but felt the
hairs.  Control yourself, body, this is actually pretty neat.  I can feel
it, the urge to get it over with, whatever's the most brutally expedient
way to do it, but I'm in no hurry.

   Yup, 2 thumbs, flanking 3 fingers, so I glance at the toes, and see shi
doesn't have feet.  Just 2 more hands clasped together.  Right, so feet
would be exotic.  What do you need feet for in microgravity, walking?  Or,
holding onto stuff.  I reach out, pulling to turn over, in the air, Shi
reaches up to steady us, almost balanced on the wall, or floor, uh
essentially opposite the portal to the cockpit.

   And nothing between hir legs but a scrotum.  Hm, I expected like a
water-balloon, but it's just loose.  Just slowly goes back to a ball shape
because that's what stuff does when it's not affected by pressure, gravity,
or motion.  {Acceleration, Everything is in motion.} "Right, uh you have a
womb?"

   "Yes."

   "Where does it let out?"

   "Here." framed strangely by the hands, or wrists with the fingers
pointed together and flanked by the thumbs around it.  In the center of hir
belly, the sphere theme continues throughout, there's no down.  "We cannot
have children, we are physically compatible, but not Genetically." It
opened like a fleshy flower, dark, black but with a meaty reddish center
that just got bigger.  {Oh, and that, but I wanted you to see it first.}
That's one way to tell if shi's turned on, it was a lot more like an
erection or ass blooming than vulval arousal, and I was really starting to
appreciate the smell.  I just had to kiss it, and shi held my cheeks in hir
alien hands, and it took my tongue.  It turns inside out, and now I really
have to feel it.

   "I have to tell you," I just pulled hir down to crotch level by hir
tummy.  Doesn't feel fat, nor pregnant, more muscular like a giant buttock,
and I really REALLY can't wait any longer.  "I'm also Genophagic."

   "Truly?" Shi grabbed my hips, and legs, in all 4 hands.  Okay, that's an
excited expression!  Not what I expected, because I didn't bother to
expect, and I like surprises.  "Uh!" I could feel hir, "Huh!"

   .

   .

   Tertia {wC...  I haven't come up with concise 4 character story codes
for this shit.  Fucking alien, man.}

   That was fast.  {Thought you were aroused by men.} Yes, however your
transmissions led me to believe you could breed for tens of minutes. 
{Which transmissions, made it through the Quarentine?}

   Oh.  {That's pornographic.  Not to worry, don't offend me, but not an
accurate representation of human sexuality.} If anything, it's even worse.

   }She happens to be an expert on human sexuality.{

   {You're "Mjoldin?"}

   }How the Gelfi know me, by name.{

   The world pilot.

   {What?}

   }I moved a planet.{

   What?  how?  No, save that fucking explanation, nobody noticed?

   }On Earth?{ I hate that laugh, }I know, but everyone who watched the sky
for a living got pretty nearsighted for almost 300 years, and that Kessler
field isn't great for surface telescopes either.{

   So, you stole a planet while nobody was looking.  Which one?  {Mercury}
Where did you hide it?  {Around Venus.} Why didn't you just show me instead
of playing 20 questions?  {Because this is hilarious!} And you had to brag.
{Yes.}

   Am I interrupting?

   {Sorry, been married to this thing for a few centuries, so.  I'm sorry,
if I can't communicate, directly to your mind, what that is remotely like.}
This is new for me as well, but I like you, more than Mjoldin here.  Would
you mind leaving us alone?

   {Yeah!  You know how long I've been waiting to get someone's hands on
Victor fucking Champion?}

   }Huh,{ It faded, and contracted in the air.  }I swore I'd understand
human sexuality.

   At some point...

   .

   .

   .{

   Hanna {FM Cuck Cove.  AF Fant}

   "Huh!" He held me, Scott, but.  "HhHhH!" That, fantasy.  That's not, a
pure fantasy.  I've been having such strange dreams lately, but this. 
Giant hairless monkeys in space {Or apes, no tails} and I swear I can still
smel Him.  Not my husband, I can smell him, but "H!" I can't remember ever
dreaming a smell, but that, I'm certain, is what a man is supposed to smell
like, and.  I think I can roll over, so he wakes up, but God!  {Sorry,
false alarm, don't look down here, or notice what I'm thinking, and how
that makes me feel.

   But it's not like my neighbor, right?  He's not a real man, like that
weird alien thing is real, it was just a dream.} An Incredibly sinful
dream, but I want to shake Scott awake, pull him onto me, get him inside of
me, and

   "Hh!" No, god I know it's sinful, but it feels so good and I don't have
to wake him.  No, don't shake the bed, or "Mh," hHhHh, make to much noise,
but I know this has to be wrong {Because it feels so good, and.} `ah!'
{Hold your breath.} But I can't stop shaking until he wakes up, and thank
god he can hold me in my arms, and "Yes!" He's inside of me.  And the
rapture, it hadn't gone away, but only soared higher, and deeper, and I
knew it had to feel better but I never imagined anything like this.

   {Hh!  Yeah, welcome to the dark side, toots.  Didn't they tell you?  Bad
feels really fucking good.}

   Lilith {D/F Poss Pass Tempt}

   "My sexual preference is novelty." I thought that centuries ago, so
chances are if you got a groove, I've ground it into a rut.  So, Victor? 
She's straight, that's great, I'd never seen someone react to mnemonic
phermones likeat before, so saving that memory.

   Not her first orgasm, but flashing back through them real quick, the
mode appears to be "eh!" missionary.  Feeling daring enough, first time
they had sex since finding out they're pregnant.  Chapter and verse on
seed, and uh.  Barren Ground?  {Not in memory.} the bible?  Well, I haven't
read it since I died.

   "Mh?" Sorry.  Can't pick up on my thoughts, or feelings unless I feel,
or think them at her, but very visual, and sensory.  Uh, just from her
reactions she's capable of the classic 5 (With the caveat that it's the
exact same stage of scientific reason as calling the 4 states of matter
Elemental.) senses, but lacks empathy?  That's curious, run back off 6
some-odd weeks, and no, she didn't once put herself in someone else's
emotive shoes.

   Huh!  Suggestible, bordering on post-hypnotic to guillible.  I can think
for her, and she never questions it as her thoughts.  Weird, she's insane.
Like stepford wife insane, and I didn't pick up on it.  I'm not saying I've
got the best sensitivity threshold for creepy, but I'd bet on the top 2 on
the planet.  Not a psychiatrist, got that, but Who the fuck cares WTF it's
called>

   But she's Anthrophillic, got that.  And drifting off to sleep a couple
more hours, let's dial in more on that.

   Jutice {M Geno Gods Viol NS}

   He shewed me.  Victor Champion sounded a little corny on the way to the
Fantasy world, but Mjoldin set it up for magic.  Could've done it on Earth,
let the humans lock yourselves up there and went to get a planet.  I
Remember it, played back to me, not my field.  Magnetic, picked up a Gelfi
like me.

   Mu, 01, Delta, Iota Nu.  Born womale on Luna, propulsion reactor field
effect engineer, roughly translated.  Built a state of the art
inter-planetary plasma state engine, and flew to Mercury.  IdaFuckinKnow,
there was a crater, ferro-metallic assembler nano, some ring structure
around the arbitrary equator, and a solid iron spike antenna melted down
into the far pole to the core.  When it energised, the world stopped,
locked to point at the sun{`s astro-magnetic center} and started spinning
around its new axis.

   Somehow(Lorenz force, and some relativistic gravity effects} all this
magnetic spinning at right angles made it spiral out in it's orbit. 
Mjoldin retired to maintaining the geomagnetic field, keeping it locked to
the axis of Venus, used it to siphon/contain atmosphere, and surfing
coriolis storms, because it's a great way to get around.  It's his world,
move right in, get comfortable, Victor Champion was the first humanoid
Terran to step foot on it.  There, humans are giants, ultimately everyone
else came from Gelfi, and Victor was right about Titan.  Undisputed badass,
bla bla, hot and cold running pussy, ass, cock, and less recognisable
genitalia; Also, anyone who cared about violence had something to prove to
Him.

   So, we moved up to the peak.  Hermes (Renamed by Mjoldin) is slightly
teardrop shaped.  Gravity ain't my field, neither, but there's a macroscale
mountain pointed at Venus from the tidal bulge.  Kinda thinned the
challengers, it's a long climb.  The air's filled in with Plasma, it's like
the northern lights, but stretched around the whole planet, because there's
not enough Gravity for that much pressure.  Enough pressure for an
unmodified human to walk around, breathe, and function.  The pressure is
lowest up there, except when Venus eclipses the sun once a month, and tops
off the atmosphere.  It's a complex system.

   The Fraethi were bred for the planet.  At first, they hung around with
Jutice, mostly to learn war, in return we "learned," or reverse engineered
their magic.  There were also lots of Gelfi, who weren't bred into Fraethi.
The first generation of them were mainly the ones responsible for
spreading, and controlling the plants, but being bred from Gelfi basically
didn't understand violence.  There was nobody better to learn about it
from, for centuries.  (225 day years, 9x25 day months.)

   And the sun spiraled around up and down the sky.  The Arbori, green
skinned magical florists were joined by other kinds of Fraethi. 
(Semi-vegitarians, they get their chloroplasts from their diet, but were
also semi-lithovores.  Also supplemented with soil.  Oh, and with enough
light they don't have to breathe.) Bestialists specialized in various
animal species, mostly mamm/alien, so a lot of the creatures have fur, and
live young.

   There's also the Thrull.  }ooh!{ Wow, okay she didn't literally think
`Ooh!' but that's how I'll interpret that feeling.  Yeah, basically
ape-men, and the first few generations were allied with the Fraethi, who
bred them from Gelfi, because they're good for that.  Strong, so the
Fraethi don't have to do any heavy lifting, and can concentrate on making
beautiful things, and descending generations of thrull where progressively
enslaved by the Fraethi.  Subtley, just don't tell them they're magically
bred for enslavement, have an honor-barter based system instead of an
economy, and honor magical creatures while genetically engineering them not
to learn magic, that ought to do.

   Oh, and Thrull are Hermaphrodites, or anti-hermaphrodites, they can
breed with Gelfi, but with humans it's tricky.  Why the Gelfi are
antigendered, the female ones are the pregnant ones.  Incredibly slow
breed/growth rate, it's actually cheaper to breed them from Gelfi, with a
life-debt.  Long story short, the Giants, and the Dwarves (For lack of
better words) allied against the Fraethi, which turned out to be prettier,
but just as capable of Evil.

   Which they proceeded to demonstrate in the race-wars.  One of the more
softcore biological weapons was seed-thorns.  They grow, in the wound, are
almost impossible to remove without doing more damage, and any attempt to
heal magically just makes them grow faster.  That's not the evil part, they
grow into wood-horrors.  The bastard hybrid of a tumbleweed, and an
anaconda.  After those come out (Takes about 8-12 hours of sunshine) they
find something warm, and breathing to crush to death, or just plant
themselves right there in a large enough body.  Or pile of bodies, or field
strewn with them after a large scale battle.

   Those can eventually (A couple days with enough food) grow into charnal
trees, which looks like a willow, but also drop seed thorns ranging in size
from chunky darts to javelins, and Arbori can just grow more ammo in a
day's light.  (Reminding you that the sun spirals from pole to pole every
month, so a day's light varies, predictably.) The Arbori are pretty fucking
hippy dippy for Fraethi, on the other end of the spectrum are the Visci.

   {But, I don't want to give her nitemares.  Snapshots, she believes in
magic, so Fantasy is her kind of fantasy.  Try to get her to pick a body, a
race, but Gelfi is probably the best.  She's not repulsed by feeling like a
womale, and that's great, because they can become anything, eventually. 
Not on their own, it'll always come at a cost.  Nobody gives away magic,
noone I've ever heard of, least of all the Freithe.}

   Hannah {Fb Tits NS}

   "Hm," Samuel suckled off to sleep, but I just relaxed, and the, strange
thoughts just became more magical, and less frightening.  Search me why
they're coming on, none of my family has any insanity, like schizophrenia,
or that one that makes you hallucinate.  {That's schizophrenia,} right,
{Not multiple personality.} But it comes with all this knowledge, and I
don't have to look at the violence.  The Thraal and even more bestial
creatures fighting their way up the mountains.

   Aliens, I guess.  God has his plans, {And it would be hubris to think
they're all for us.  It is a big universe.} Wow, I could see the stars
shrinking away, into bunches, and strings, and clouds, and inky translucent
blotches {Of dust.} A galaxy, {The galaxy, this one,} then another, growing
larger, expanding out to the hot blinding bright core until it went dark.

   "Huh!" I put Samuel down, but he's wet, so I have to change him.  {Not
hard, yet.} Of course, why would he be?  I feel a little light headded, the
scent of the urine is very strong, and I feel nauseous, but I just rinse it
in the sink.  He cackles, and wets the changing table, so I go back, and
shower him off as well.  Just his tummy, he keeps giggling and kicks, so I
set the dry cloth on the counter, and sit him on it, then hold it under him
on the way back to the changing table.

   Pin it carefully, and tickle his belly, then give him a toy to play with
while I clean up the mess.  "Wh!" I blew hair out of my eyes, it's a lot of
work, but just looking back at him.  Playing with his toes!  I thought I
felt love, with Scott.  I still do, but I never imagined feeling a love
like this.  He's my baby, now I know what mother was talking about.  It's
indescribable, imagine the rapture of standing before God.

   I threw up, a little.  Right there in the womb.  Jesus, lady!

   .

   .

   .

   "Gabwe'el" {ib Frat Ince}

   He can't say it yet, but I have a big brother!  And by big, I mean he's
2, can walk, and try to say stuff, not even potty training yet.

   Not even going to try it, but thanks, mom.  "You"re right, that is a
lovely name.  Like an angel, but the complete opposite.  What was her name,
the lady that played him in Constantine?  Christians, but I can barely lift
my head, and this part always sucks.  Being out, but too weak to do
anything.  Cranking it out as fast as I can, I need out of here.  Cribs,
and playpens, he's in there, but these useless flipper hands can't get my
diaper open, much less in his, and he doesn't do nothing.

   "Ba!" throws a hexagonal spheroid with a hole in one end, and a nipple
in the other.  "Huh!" I grip it between my hands and suck on it.  Boring
conversation anyway.

   "Ma MA!" I don't cry, not particularly hungry, but she'll make more, and
I wanna get sexy.  As sexy as you can, but I'm getting off today, it's
still the first day, right?  Home, we spent a night at the hospital, and I
couldn't get to those babies neither, but now I got a nipple to play with,
and rub the glands with my hands to milk more out.

   "Ha!" that's better, she checks my diaper, but I'm hard and

   "He pweay wiph hisself." Longest sentence yet.  She covered it up, now
who tells a 2yo about playing with yourself?  My mom, she's that fucking
christian, even I don't make "Seed" that young.

   I sleep a lot.

   "Huh!" where's mom?  What's sam doing?  In the corner of the playpen,
with the side of his diaper open, but it's soft.  He can't get it up, but I
think he's trying to.  I roll over, but before I can get up to crawl, he
pulls it back up.  "Bap!" I slap the plastic tab on the side, but he leans
over, gets his feet under him, and pulls up.  On the sides of the playpen,
he climbs over the corner.

   "Up up!" At the side, he helps me climb up, but I fall head first.  I
don't cry, but I tear up, and it hurts.  "Hide." I shake my head, and
decide to crawl instead of get back up.

   "Uh?" He pulls his fingers out his mouth.  Always 2, instead of his
thumb, he has teeth.  Well, like a tooth and a half, he cries a lot, and
I'm not ready to wean yet.  Mom is a good provider, but she doesn't know
the games we're gonna like to play, she wouldn't understand.  There's a
closet, he helps me slide the door shut.  So, hide and seek.  "Bap!" Pat
the side of the diaper.

   He peed, but I didn't mind.  It kind of made me thirsty, but I know how
to suck as good as the next mammal.  He gets hard, but I hear mom in the
room, so I crawl to the other side, and pat the door so it shakes.  "Hide."

   Mom opens it, "Begabu!" Clap, roll over on my butt.

   "Uh?" She bends down, "How did you get in here?" She put me back in the
crib, "Sam?" Went out, "Sammy?"

   He walked out the closet to the hall.  "Mama!" He waved till he falls
down.  "I hide."

   "No," she picked him up, "Never do that to me!" Hand over her heart, she
didn't cross herself, but sighed.  Put him in the playpen, and pats the
bottom of his diaper.  Pretty hard, but he's got a diaper on.  Oh goody,
spanking!

   She watches us, all day, then like, a couple-few days after that, I
don't have much sense of time.  She doesn't work, dad calls on his way home
and picks up food or groceries.

   "Wawk." He helps me up, and we toddle over to the corner.  I can't grip
worth a shit, but I get up, on the foam padded sides, and balance on the
turnbuckle.  Let my legs hang down, and push my hips hard in my diaper. 
"Nh!" Yeah, that's enough, he climbs out, and cums around to get me, but I
can smell myself.  A baby Boy, arousal, sweat, wish I had some hair do hold
it in, but this thin teeshirt will do.

   I plop down, grab his hand, "Pebe'," he peed, but I put it on the side,
he's got better fingers, and I don't have to twist around on my side, but
he just pulls the one tag.  Good enough for me, I push the dry plastic
thing off me.  Diaper fetishes, I don't understand.  Rather walk around
naked, there just uncomfortable, probably especially on boys.

   No growth, but my balls dropped in the womb, and it's so hard.  "Puw,"
he has an okay grip, but his chubby fingers on it, and fat arm I can grip
in both hands, his fingers slips off, but "Huh!"

   He giggles, and puts his mouth on it while it's still getting soft.  I
feel his teeth, fall back, but don't hit my head.  I could get it up again,
but I have a little pee, so let's see how you like it!  It was dry, I
looked down and saw it when I was sitting up, and I would have felt it
anyway.

   But he likes to play, we just need to hide it from mom.  But, she has
stuff to do, and takes naps.  "Wawk," he helps me out of the closet, and we
call her from the door.  "Dapa."

   "Dapas," I add.  She helps him over, and picks me up.  Does us on the
bed, he doesn't get hard, but he turns, so I let my head fall, and look at
him.  We just stare in eachothers eyes while momma cleans us up.  I poop,
just to get it over with, it was really more romantic then sexy.

   My big brother.

   And potty-training.  Sammy, she didn't even let me see it, she left me
in the room and closed the bathroom door.  "Huh!" Got the place to myself,
so I go in the corner behind the door, which is the last place she'll see
when she looks around, but she flushes before she even opens the door. 
It's easier just to get my pinky under the tab, against the wall and twist
it so it sticks to my hand.  One side is enough to slide it down.

   Both circumcized, but I healed in the first week, and kind of liked the
scratchy pain in the diaper, rutting the side of the play-pen.  I got a
toy, a little rubber piggy with nothing but a snout on one end, and a
Kewpie tail molded in the other, but the rubbery legs are close together,
and I'm dry.  I like to suck the snout sometimes, but I liketa suck, if you
can't tell.  Sammy likes me to suck, I just need to not fall asleep, or
tell him to watch out for mom, but he "Checks my diaper." Tells her when I
need a change, and asks to go pottty.

   He's such a good boy to her, and a bad boy with me.  Mommy passed out on
the couch, so I rolled a bucket over and stood it up.  "Cwime," I showed
him, and he almost fell, but got his leg on the brace across the other
side. All that locks it to the frame, it might as well be bolted in.  Both
of us together can't turn the handle that screws it out to brace it in the
frame, but we don't need a bucket on the other side.  "Boddy." I can hold
onto him so we walk side-by-side as long as I don't fall over, but there's
a long rug in the hall.  The doors open, so we shut it.  "Hewp." He gets my
diaper down, and has to help me "Cwime" up on the step, but I can hold the
toilet, and the side of the paper roller to steady me.  It's beside the
toilet, would be a lot better next to the tub, but kind-of under the sink.
No counter, just a sink, and a pipe.

   "Hh!" It dribbled on the step a lot, but I peed in the potty, and he was
holding me, his diaper pressed on the backs of my legs.  One of those
slip-on diapers with the elastic sides, it's flat enough in front to feel
that it's not flat enough in front, he's hard, and playing with me.  So, I
turn around, and hold his arms to sit down.  He helps me pull them down,
pisses and hardens in my mouth.

   "Boys?" She knocks, "Are you in there?" I harden it, and squeeze out my
kidneys when she opened the door, but he pulled them up.  "Igo boddy,
mama!" I pissed up my tummy, and hit my chest, and giggled.

   So, she gave me a bath in the sink, while Sammy probably found someplace
to play with himself.  We don't play with toys much unless she's looking,
because we have eachother.  I was real thirsty, so I "Bap!" ed her tit, and
she sat down with me.  Pulled her shirt up on the toilet, but I was naked,
and didn't even get hard while I drifted off.

   "Hh?" I felt fingers, big long fingers, and opened my eyes.  She looked
away, I could see that far, but she was just standing over the changing
table, and stopped feeling my hard little cock with her huge long soft
fingers.  "Hhhh!" It was so sinful I started twitching in my diaper before
she got it shut.

   She hummed, holding him.  Sammy, I swore I tasted milk on his breath,
and I knew he was still nursing, but he's almost 3, and she never did it in
front of me before.  A little old to ween, but she never stopped lactating.
I kind of missed holding him on her belly, feeling that, drawing into my
nipple and his steadily suckling mouth, but she molested him too!  Good
christian housewife, maybe I hit it a little hard in the Gelfi porn, but
even knowing her thoughts intimately I had no clue.

   Because it's maternal, but she had a boy, and I swear she never even
fantasized about touching him, neither did I.  When I'm an infant, and
desperate, I take what I can get, but it sucks.  Being a baby sucks, I
don't remember when rolling a truck, or bouncing a ball was ever fun if I
had any to play with.  They lock you up, never let you do anything, and I
sleep as much as I can because there's just so much waiting.

   "Huh!" She blinks, and looks up, and as almost turned-off as I was, the
smile of surprise is what did it.  "Huh!" I fall over, from up on my knees,
head hanging to watch her, and my hard little prick hanging.  Right over
her boob, it twitched, and I closed my eyes.  "Ohhhh!" She touched me, my
hip, and my butt.  The back of my thigh, and between them, felt me twitch
against her finger, and "Huhuhuh!" Blew away the first orgasm.

   Then his smaller fatter hands on my cheeks, bumping my mouth, blinking
at his diaper slid down like panties, sucking him in and tasting a little
pee on his skin.

   Sin, I can only imagine what's going through her mind, but I stole the
baby monitor.  They stopped using them, like standup walkie-talkies, so I
put it in the bathroom, and the closet.  Right next door, I heard the mommy
talk first electromagnetically.

   She told him not to let "Anyone else" touch him.  "Here, or here."

   "I touched Gabwe'el." I touched him too.

   "Gabriel is fine, but nobody else, ever.  And never say anything to your
father about this."

   "I wone mama."

   "Good" she kissed him.

   I couldn't wait to start potty training, but I just left it hard,
throbbing with my pulse.  I sucked the plastic beady thing.  I had this
chip of a tooth, it hurt, I cried, but I could scrape the seam off the end,
all the way around, and slip it in my butt.  Not my fingers, yet, but I
could feel it, a prostate.  Not a baby p spot, a gland, softening, and the
thick drop leaking into my dick.  "Huh!" Milk it out, taste it squished
between my thumbs.  Had to stop the swallow reflex, I wish I could suck it
out, but felt a couple tingles under my tongue.

   "Hehahuh!" I don't have to wait, much longer.

   I drank a lot, water too.  Mom got me a elephant cup at the store I can
grip by the ears, and took the gate away, so I just had to ask for it. 
Milk is best, but I bet Sammy was getting the lion's share anyway, so I
just over secreted neurotransmitters.  There's a few Genophages right now,
but it only takes one.

   I sucked Sammy hard when he came back from playing potty, and moma
touched us too.  So child molestor, CFNboys, but very young boys.  Her
boys, very preferential, but Sammy isn't potty training.  He's playing
potty with mommy.  He potty-trained me too, and she knew it, but it's just
touchy feely.  She kissed his belly, and he slips out my mouth when she
blows on it, but I guess she can say she was changing us or something.  On
the floor, with the playpen tipped up next to a bed as a fort.

   We played other stuff too, before when we had to hide it from mommy, but
now.  She tickled us too, and all this switching around, and giggling, and
being ignored keeps me from getting off, but I know who's her favorite now,
and I will NOT be neglected!

   I stretched out the bladder until it was about to burst, but he got off.
Stopped laughing, and grunted, I grabbed his prick to feel it twitch, but
she got him off first.  If this wasn't his first orgasm, almost 3, and
trying to breathe.  He took a nap, but mom fed me first, and went to do
something or other.  I pretended to drift off, and kept suckling even as
she carried me to the bed, and set me down with a kiss on my cheek.

   `hhhhh,' Behind me, she left the door open, but I pushed him over, and
climbed on.  Pinched the tabs on my diaper between my fingertips, and the
sides of my thumbs, and pulled them back, dropping it behind his head
before I bent down, and put my hands on his hips, feeling for his mouth
with the exposed tip of my bulging erection.  I was ready to explode, but
thoughts left my head, and the warm numbness seeped down from my scalp to
my spine.  I dropped my hips, held him, and felt his throat gag.

   "Agh?" Skin stretched as tight as it'll go, but I push up to bring my
elbows together, and drop them hard into the underside of his ribs.  "GHK!"
he tries to gasp, wetly, drowning in the miasma of fluids gushing into his
throat as he desperately tries to breathe.

   Samuel {b/b/F Dom Roma Ince...}

   I kind of kicked him off the bed with the seizure.  He hit his head, and
started crying, but knew nothing but pain.  My little brother, Dad took him
to the hospital, he couldn't speak much before, but then he stopped, and
they asked about a bad fever, any recent vaccines?  I'm sure.

   But mom stayed home with me, her favorite.  I grabbed her skirt in my
much better hands, and grinned.  She backed up a step and a half, "What?" I
held on, yanked until it cleared her hips and she grabbed at it.  I'm not
playing tug of war here, mommy, so I sat down with all my weight, and it
pulled off her butt, behind her.

   "Mommygopoddy!" I just thought of a new game, as the waistband slipped
down her legs, and mommy does a lot of crunches.  Only been 3-4 weeks, I
can count, I didn't but "Wow!" She snapped back pretty good!  Not like abs,
but it didn't look like a tummy as much as a scrotum pulled tight with the
stretch marks.  Push her back down the hall.  She half trips on the skirt,
but kicks it off.  "Mommy, big poddy."

   I sat down, my underwear up, but she pulled hers down.  I put my feet
down, and scooted the potty up with the little step between my feet, and
grabbed the panties.  "Pretty diapy!" She let me pull them off, "Pee mommy
pee!"

   Hairy, I didn't shave her, and she didn't start back up since I left,
but they're still short.  Long enough to curl though, and the skin is loose
in front of it, under her belly.  Too.

   "Hh!" She didn't open her eyes, but it trickled out, and tinkled, some
droplets clung to the light brown hair, darker than her dirty blond.  And
she was a dirty blonde, she rubbed it in until I pushed her panties on her
fingers.  She dried with them, and rubbed them in longer than needed just
for that.  Then, I pushed my undies down, and they're so much more
comfortable then diapers, and I can wear them for days if I don't mess them
up.

   "Nite-nite?" Dad, and Gabriel "Bree!" I had to throw my hands, and jump
to slap her ass, like spiking a volleyball and catch myself falling down,
but she laughed, and when I looked up, her ass swung into the bedroom. 
"Bbrbre, Gabriel." Her bedroom, I remember sleeping with Scott, waking up,
and him climbing on top of me, got up a running start on all fours, ran
down the hall carpet, and straight into the end but I caught the comforter,
and laughed.

   "Ihihihihn?" She was giggling with delight, picked me up, and rolled
over me on the bed.  Tickling me, until I let him giggle, kicking around
her rapidly inching fingers, brushing between my thighs.  Smacking back and
forth across my belly, he just got infected with genophages, and it's
almost a 3 year old prick.  Peeny.  One of my favorites, I grabbed her
hand, "Peeny!"

   "Yes!" she tickled that too, but she loved my belly.  Held me on my back
by it, but now she was groping it, perversely like a buttock, or engorged
tit, still got her bra and shirt on, but I roll away, get up, pushing on
her side, and swat her.

   "Bad mommy!"

   She fell down.  Just flopped out, I bounced a little and hopped on. 
"Dirty mommy," I pushed it down, hard on her back, and I've only been
holding it a few minutes, but, "Huhuh!" When it comes out, it's a stream,
wets her hair, and tingles a little, rolling wetly all over her back.  I
rubbed it in, giggled.

   She sighed, "Huh!" turned sideways on the bed, not even up to the
pillows, and I think I just Dominated mommy!  She's so wet, and slippery on
my chest, and cheek, but I can hang on, and spread her, scooch my hips into
her crack.  Just relaxed, breathe, don't forget to breathe.  "I love you,
mommy." That's when I started twitching, or he did.

   He didn't have a fever.  Gabriel?  I'd been thinking for him for less
than a year, so it didn't really have any thoughts, ever.  Takes a while to
reboot, but some fucked up past life, and childhood memories, while he
learned to speak.  She never took care of kids, the youngest, never
babysat, in some ways we took care of her.  And pop, or whatever.  Haven't
decided what to call him, Scott.  Totally oblivious as to why she's
oversexed now, almost excercise-bulemic, but he fucks her, every night. 
Pressured to make another baby, not that her two boys aren't enough, they
don't yell, but she says "You got your two sons, and I want to try for a
daughter." I moved the transmitter to their bedroom.

   Pregnancy fetish, why she likes tummies, sucked my inny to an outy like
a tit, and tickled me with her fingers.  It didn't tickle, but she rubbed
fast, clitlike I guess.  I might have hyperfingered her a bit too, but she
missed that.  Probably the fantastic dreams she could only remember, but I
thought the Gelfi turned her on because they're cute, and innocent, or
whatever.  Certainly not space, but Femen?  We look nothing like Femen, but
she couldn't wait to get me out of her.

   And start molesing Sammy, that escalated rapidly!  Started with
potty-training, hard to line up with when she tried diaper fetish with me,
but never did that again.  But Sammy, god she caressed his cheek in his
sleep, and I didn't feel it.  "Because I asked God for you," Book 1 of
Samuel, don't remember the chapter, and verse, but right after the begats.
Didn't turn her on, then I guess I sexualized her some more after that, I
want to take credit for it, but INS how much of it wasn't pre-existing.

   Well, she waited till potty training, and he did come onto her.  "I
can't." He showed her, he was too hard.  He played with it, right in front
of her, she told him to stop, pushed his hands away, but when she felt it,
she couldn't stop.  It took him a while to open his eyes, but when he
looked, her face was intent between his legs, or on his belly.  She just
rubbed her fingers over it, he didn't get off, but felt how long, and hard,
and relatively soft her fingers were.

   She stopped, when it started feeling creepily like molesting her son on
the potty, but it got soft so he could pee.  He had to beat on the door so
she would let him out, "Igo poddy, mommy!" doesn't remember how she
smelled, but it was pretty muggy in that bathroom, I'd bet she was
frantically frigging off.  She told him not to let anyone touch him "that
way, ever!" And took him back to our room.  She didn't stop, though, and he
let her.

   I looked up, in the playpen, yeah I started sucking him hard before he
started potty training, but from both perspectives the favoritism is even
more obvious.  I think she hated me, and Gabriel, but that's who she could
see.  Couldn't speculate the motives on that, but it was more avoidant
neglect.  Doesn't look at him, smiles at me, and lots of affection.  She
loves Samuel, after all, she "Asked God for me."

   The guys came home later that night, so I went to bed.  In my
nite-shirt, nothing under it, just letting them hang.  Multi-orgasmic,
between him, and me, she can get him off over and over, but it's long in
between.  She pulled her towel over her, followed me out down the hall.

   "Can you watch them while I take a shower?" He put us to bed, I didn't
get up until I heard the bed shaking.  It'll take most of a month to get
this shooting, but he's just breathing, eyes open, looking at me.  An
infant, unsnap the bottom, and pull open the diaper.

   Pooped, but I got out the wipes, and just mostly covered it up while I
sucked him hard, and off.  Took tens of seconds, I guess.  "Hn!" breathe
out through my nose, and hold them, the couple drops that sputtered out
under my tongue until they soak through.

   Not even sexual, the smell turned me off, but I've got Genophages on
tap, and he's not getting diaper rash.  Have to suppress the swallow reflx
to let them soak in under his tongue.  Momma doesn't even really like
changing diapers, but I'm satisfied, and tired.  Get him a clean one, and
wrap up the other with the wipes in the shopping bag.  Didn't even turn on
the light, but I should get enough sexual stimulation to start developing
before he's bigger than me.

   Then we can start switching back, and forth, or I can split between
them, so he's not labeled retarded, and put in with the retards.  Yeah, 2
of them.  One starting late, but mommy sure does love him.

   Baby Monitor {MF...t Eave NS}

   I kept it turned down, gabe was asleep.  He can say yes, and no, now. 
"Sdob!" No I, but has some verbs.  Mom, and dad argue in their room, but I
was hoping to hear them fuck.  Gabriel's tests came back, and she said his
Testosterone was high.

   "How high?"

   "The doctor said: `Very high'."

   "What does that mean?"

   "They're looking for similar cases," there might be some, I don't even
pay much attention where I am, and what year it is, dutifully spreading the
pathogen.  What for, this time?  I enjoyed the quarentine the first time,
but maybe going through the Terror War instead of the Gangs War, or out of
order, they can always rise up against racial privilege any time.  I might
want to get an adult, but this is just so much fun!

   Got to split, though.  They haven't gotten back from those searches.  Do
they have tests for Genophages in the blood yet?  Examination, noticing the
abnormal growth, libido, and plausibly digging back far enough for the
prognosis of psychopathic rape, and sexual abuse.  Men, but hitting women,
men, boys, girls, prison study, I can't really keep tabs on the
investigation if there is one, but here's another data point for it.  If
it's not discovered by pediatricians, it can be a few years after I leave
them for the impulse rapes to get him caught, they could be a generation or
two behind, but did I move last generation, or is this the same city?  What
was the last life like?  It's hard to put the memories in order, especially
the ones that are recorded, so all of them are like they happened
yesterday, in superhuman detail.

   Tonight, since I weened, she'll be in here to feed him in a few hours,
but now they're fucking, so I get up on the bucket, get out of my room, and
carry it to the front door.  I have to pull up on the table to undo the
deadbolt, and chain, so I turn the knob too, and use them to swing down. 
Right, kitchen, knives, take the bucket.  Get the lighter out of daddy's
jacket, he tells her he quit, but I can smell it.

   Fill up the bag, with anything might be useful, and make sure nothing is
too big to grip well.  Tiny fucking hands.  Strong, but not big enough to
use it.  Well, strong enough to fuck mom, feel her cervix, spasming when I
fucked my fingers through it.  But, that should do.  Hope she displaces to
Gabriel, he needs some motherly love, and I had to cut her off for her to
feed him enough.  They both know what to do, until Scott catches them
playing together, or Gabe says the wrong thing.  Tries to play with him, or
Daddy asks "What's that?" and he has to tell him mommy told him not to
tell.

   Good christian family, not even Florida, but this can't stay secret
forever, and Gabe will grow up.  Frightfully fast, started puberty in
utero, even overdrove mom's libida, and helped her muscle growth.  I wonder
if they'll test the rest of the family?  Obviously from her side, but is
that a bike?  I hope this little blanket's warm enough.

   Eugine {t Solo, Viol, Necr/best.}

   I only know one way to skin a cat, but it's pretty much like any other
mammal, with 4 legs.  Like no fat, and tough nasty meat, but I need to eat.
Not enough teeth either, but I got knives, and a cutting board, so I cut it
up across the fibers of muscle.

   "Huh, huh!" Dog!  I get up, and around behind the corpse backing up.  It
goes for it, turn to run, but I had the knife behind my head, the flat
handle between my palms, and swung it up, over, out, down, my hands coming
apart to fall at my sides, but I have to catch myself when I fall.  He
tried to run, so I missed.  It hit his side, but stuck between his ribs,
and back leg.  He ran off, but didn't drop the cat.  Left a blood trail, I
had to follow it, but just curled up in a corner.

   Growled, licking the skin back from the open wound, and bleeding.  Slow
bleed, I smelled partially digested meat, and garbage, I guessed.  The
light was yellow, and there were shadows all around, it found a dark corner
to lick his wound, but even if he ate the whole cat, he doesn't have the
adaptations to heal before it kills him.  Just not a very fast bleed, there
was long enough to find some cardboard, and boards, I need both thumbs for
the lighter, but I start a fire, and drop some wood on it.

   He tried to get closer to the heat, but didn't make it.  Barely got his
legs under him, and fell over, trying a couple steps.  Still panting, but
unconscious, I pushed down my pants, and my last diapy.  I took off my
shirt naked, but "Hhkhkhk!' His last breath, I felt the wound, and spread
the bloody fur with my thumbs.  It was wet, and still warm, not even sticky
yet.  "Hm!" I sucked my thumb, dog blood, full of the weird tasting
adrenaline, the pain, and fear of his last moments.

   "Huh!" Oh good, somebody didn't finish there water bottle.  I drag the
gut-sack away first, and easier meal for the other predators to fight over.
It's cold, but I have a fire, let's see how you skin a dog!  Huh, not much
meat on him neither, no fat, better not get rabbit starvation, but I took a
lot of naps.  My diapy was ruined, but I had more pants, so I got dressed
as soon as I was dry.

   .

   .

   KSHSHSHSH!

   "Uh?" I was up, knife in my hands like a 2 handed sword, high guard.

   "What the fuck?"

   "Wadda fuch!" I dropped it, and clapped.  "Agin!" I laughed.

   He put down the extinguisher, to pick me up, but kicked the butcher
knife away.  Right, fire.  "Mama, were mama?" I looked around.  I could
pass for 4, no way anyone would believe a 4 year old out hunting strays,
and starting fires alone, but a hobo mom might have abandoned me, run with
her bags, and gear when someone came because they saw the fire.

   Yeah, that's it, she scraped the skin, and cooked off the inside to dry
it over the fire.  Not the feral kid, the runaway.  "Huh!" I relaxed over
his shoulder, felt the security company patch on the sleeve, and the little
strap, buttoned up by the collar.  He'd take me to the police, some place
where they'll find me a home, I hope there's lots more kids.

   Because that sucked, but I survived it.

   {Psi here.  From here on out will mostly be asexual cosmology, and
metaphysical blasphemy.  So, you might want to skip ahead to
\Generations/Institution if you don't care about backgrond on a meta-mortal
scale, or your beliefs might get offended.  Assuming you're still reading
this past all that Incest.}