Manhunt, Part 1

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Summary: After a one-night-stand, a charming young Spaceforce captain unknowingly impregnates an alien woman who is on the run from galactic authorities. Months later, said alien woman ambushes the young captain, and transfers her massive litter to his body, against his will, just before it is time for the children to be born. She leaves the litter with him for safekeeping. As a male, he cannot birth the litter. Instead he grows and grows as he and his crew struggle to track her so that he can transfer the offspring back over to her.

-

Captain Tom Jenson was entirely bored. “You look familiar,” he heard himself drawl.

It was his and his crew’s first planetary stop in months, and it would last only as long as it would take to replenish supplies and refuel his ship. Though ordinarily terse and professional, Tom was beginning to feel starved for interaction with someone who wasn’t one of his abiding crew members. Notwithstanding this fact, the alien woman with pale purple skin did look rather familiar.

“I think I just have one of those faces,” she responded with a coy smile, her waves of long dark hair hanging around her visage. Her blue eyes trailed up along his crisp captain’s uniform.

“Tom,” he said, offering his hand.

The woman hesitated, then responded by hoovering her palm over his. It was a custom known in the 273rd sector. “Iglina.” Her voice was sultry and went straight to his cock.

“What brings you out here, Iglina?” said Tom. He watched her pupils darken and narrow to reptilian slits, then widen again, and found himself curious of the meaning of the reaction.

“Just refueling my pod,” she responded. She was wearing a faded jumpsuit that made him hypothesize that she was an engineer or mechanic.

“This is a far off sector for pod travel,” said Tom with a frown. “No intergalactic com links. In fact, the nearest inhabited planet is lightyears away.”

“So you see my dilemma,” said Iglina as she shrugged one of her shoulders. “There were…technical issues on my ship. We were not able to salvage the vessel.”

Tom gave her a grim look. “Your crew…”

“It was a three-person team. The others survived as well, but we seem to have gotten separated.”

“My ship can drop you off at Candur. It’s within the purview of the Federation, and has communication links. About a day’s trip from here if we move at lightspeed.”

“I appreciate your generosity.” Iglina gave a small smile, and Tom found himself sending one back.

-

He still couldn’t get past how familiar she looked.

Her name was Z’relzn Iglina of planet Fah in sector 273. Tom could find no record of her, but that wasn’t too unusual, especially if she was a lower-level worker.

Tom loved alien women because he never knew what to expect during sex.

Her body sucked him in, pumping him greedily, thrumming his cock with gliding waves of pressure. She hissed out in an unfamiliar tongue which just made things all the more erotic. He felt trapped inside her, her body drawing him in slow, torturous, pulses.

“Fuck,” he hissed.

She gave a strong, rattling hum.

“I’m gonna—”

Her body sucked him dry, and then some. In fact, he couldn’t seem to soften. It wouldn’t seem to end. His heart raced and skin burned, body trembling through wave after wave of euphoric torture. She continued to buck beneath him but it was just too much. His eyes rolled upwards and he passed out.

-

Tom awoke some time later, his hips rocking compulsively as a fresh orgasm tore through his system. He groaned and shuddered, clutching the warm figure beneath him for leverage. He quickly realized that his body was still connected to Iglina’s, his cock still inside of her. Both of them had fallen conscious, and yet, inexplicably, their sex organs had continued to work.

“Iglina,” she moaned, trying to wake her, but she was boneless beneath him, her limbs spread out.

His balls and cock were aching with each throb, yet he was still somehow hard. As he tried to shift himself free, he cried out as her body reactively squeezed him harder. He choked and panted, hoovering there above her, not wanting to drop his weight back down against her unconscious form.

Tom tried to navigate himself, more carefully, out. Sweat poured down his brow as his arms trembled. He felt like he was on the cusp of a fresh orgasm, and he wasn’t sure he could take anymore. “Ungghh…” he groaned as Iglina twitched.

Her channel seemed to loosen around him, something unclamping within it. Tom finally managed to slide down from her body, releasing a whimper once his gender was freed.

He fell back on some pillows. His dick was dark red, throbbing, and weeping. It was so tense that he was afraid to touch it. It had also grown bigger to his astonishment, at least by an inch or two, and definitely had more girth around the width. He released a shuddering breath, and fell into thin pants, his chest heaving up and down. All things considered, this had certainly been a…memorable experience.

A glance at Iglina’s form became a stare as he registered how flushed and sweaty she was. In addition to that, her stomach was now bloated, evidently just from the volume of seed he had pumped inside of her. Just the sight of it was intensely arousing, to the point that his dick twitched, his eyes watering. Tom forced himself to tear his gaze away and eased his sensitive body to the edge of the bed.

He poured himself a glass of water from the pitcher on his nightstand, then gulped it down rapidly, some of it pouring down his chin and onto his shirt.

He was not sure how much time had passed since his and Iglina’s initial coupling, but as he gazed out the window, he could tell that they were nearing their destination.

The ubiquitous blackness of space was adulterated only by the suns and stars that surrounded them. The glowing gas bodies had stretched into streams of light that had combined in a blinding haze from hyperspeed. But as Tom looked at them now, he could see that they were beginning to separate into individual strands again. It meant the ship was slowing down.

As if on cue, the intercom sounded: “Approaching planet Candur. Prepare to land in sixty earth minutes.”

Tom tiredly reached down and pulled on some loose sweatpants. He grabbed a towel, and left his quarters, heading for the showers. He passed one of his crew members in the hallway. The man stopped and saluted at the sight of him.

“Pirtha,” Tom greeted.

“Sir!” Pirtha responded.

“Please go to my quarters and wake up my guest. See her off once we land on Candur. I expect us to be ready to disembark within fifteen minutes of landing.”

“Sir!” Pirtha responded in affirmation.

Tom nodded, dismissing the man, and watched Pirtha hurry off to complete his orders.

Tom sighed and continued to the showers. Long night, he mused tiredly.

-

There were no consequences from Tom’s inter-species one-night-stand, aside from some teasing from his crew members. Because he was still rather jarred from the strange “locking” occurrence during the sex, as well as the growth, Tom arranged an appointment with his ship medic, during which he explained what had occurred with complete aloofness.

The medic, L’ren’ztha, developed a blush that darkened her green cheeks. She gave him a dry look then ran a full panel for intergalactic STDs. There was nothing found. Tom was clean. In the end, the situation made for a hilarious story. Plus his dick was bigger, which had made the whole thing more than worth it.

Gotta love alien girls, Tom thought to himself, smirking as he exited the medical bay.

It wasn’t for another few months, that Tom caught sight of Iglina again, shocked to see her several galaxies from where she belonged. This sighting was in the form of a WANTED poster, and Tom found himself gawking as he read the tagline:

Known as Olq, Siritha, Rez, and possibly other pseudonyms. Race, unknown. Sector, unknown. Extremely dangerous. Wanted in 78 different sectors for theft and murder. Extremely manipulative. If spotted, do not approach. Contact galactic authorities.

“Ready, Jenson?”

Tom’s head snapped up at the appearance of his senior commander. He quickly saluted, turning away from the poster. He was presently at Federation headquarters for an annual briefing amongst the top Spaceforce officials.

“Of course,” said Tom, following the commander into the building.

He did not mention Iglina—or Siritha—or whoever she was—during the meeting. Instead he pressed his lips, nodded from time to time, and feigned a vested interest in fuel shortages, training schedules, vessel retirements, and the other Spaceforce minutia being discussed.

-

Soon it had been five months since his meeting the criminal, and Tom had long put the experience behind him.

“We made great time with that supply stop,” he told Dane, one of his senior crew members. “Start engines four through twelve. We leave in five.” He left the command deck and headed for his quarters, knowing that his crew had things under control. He opened his door, and froze as a laser gun was shoved in his face.

“Close the door,” said a familiarly sultry voice in the dark.

Tom’s eyes widened as Iglina stepped out of the shadows. It wasn’t just her presence that he found shocking, but the way her bulging midsection stretched out her clothes.

“How did you get on?” was all he could manage. He felt himself mechanically closing the door. “How did you even find me?”

“Trackers of course.” Iglina released a harsh laugh. “Thought it would be helpful to have a friend high on the command chain. And do you think it was hard to sneak on your ship? Your crew has become lax in these peaceful times, Tom.” Her smile suddenly fell, to be replaced with a grimace. She took a deep breath and huffed it out, while pressing her palm against her round abdomen.

In her moment of distraction, Tom drew his own gun. Hers trembled slightly in her hand as the two held each other in a stand-off.

Tom weakly nodded to her stomach. She looked at-term, at least by earth standards. “Is that…mine?”

“What do you think?” she said snidely.

Tom’s free hand smacked against the intercom button on the wall. “We’re postponing liftoff,” he called, hearing his voice echo throughout the room and ship. “I repeat, postpone liftoff. Standby for further instructions.” Tom released the intercom, hesitated, the moved to press it again.

“Enough of that!” Iglina shook her weapon. “Get away from it.”

Tom obediently moved along the wall.

He knew she had a definite advantage over him. He wasn’t going to shoot a pregnant woman. It wasn’t even legal in this sector. So he simply stared at her.

He stared at the way her jumpsuit was stretched out by her swollen body, seeming at the capacity of resistance, front buttons pulling apart, diamonds forming to reveal the bloated skin beneath.

Her breasts were round and swollen, at least to D-cups by then. They bobbed freely, seemingly without the support of a bra, yet they were still so plump. Her hips seemed to have gotten wider, and her ass, bigger. Even her face was a bit rounder. She had previously been thin and waif-like. Pregnancy looked good on her.

“You left me with a gift,” she said icily. “Interspecies procreation is such a rarity, Tom. I was almost impressed. Mostly irritated, of course.”

Tom licked his lips. “Let me help you.”

“Oh?” Iglina seemed amused now. “You help me? Hmmm…well…I do have an idea.”

She moved forward. Tom swallowed.

“The authorities have been on my tail for the past three weeks, and I can’t seem to throw them. It’s been exhausting. It doesn’t help having to lug your spawn around. Not exactly discreet.”

“Surely it won’t be for much longer.”

“I’m not due for another two weeks,” Iglina responded. “Do you know how long and difficult the birthing process is for my species? Most women end up in a coma for up to five days.”

“I…oh…”

“Giving birth would leave me incredibly vulnerable, Tom. I simply can’t afford to do it.”

Tom was rather puzzled by her rationale. “I don’t think you have much of a choice,” he said, somewhat facetiously. The more he took in her graceless, swollen form, the less threatened he felt by the laser gun aimed at his forehead. To think, he had practically taken down one of the Federation’s most wanted criminals simply by fucking her. His virility quite pleased him. “Just give it up, darling. I’m sure they’ll go easy on a woman who’s expecting.”

Idrina edged yet closer. “And the babies?”

Babies? As in more than one? “There are plenty of couples out there willing to adopt them.”

“Oh, so you have no interest in your own children?”

Tom smiled. “Do I look like I have any interest in raising babies?” He motioned around him. “I’m an elite Starforce captain. I’m not putting that on hold just because you couldn’t keep your legs closed.”

Iglina had come so close that her bulging navel was lightly brushing against his flat one. She regarded him as she pressed the gun hard against his temple. He shuddered as she cocked the hammer. “I think you want to be a parent more than you realize,” she said.

“There’s no way out of here, Iglina. You have to give it up.”

She truly did look exhausted. She was breathing thinly even though she had hardly exerted herself in the past several minutes, and she moved with an awkward waddle. He doubted that she had much speed or flexibility to escape his crew in her massive state.

He almost pitied her. Their offspring would be born in a intergalactic prison where she would spend the rest of her life, granted she evaded a death sentence. He would deny parentage, and the children would be put up for adoption, likely divided throughout the galaxies. His gaze shifted to her abdomen just as a quivering movement rolled along her bloated front. He wondered…how many she meant, when she made references to multiples. He had no knowledge of the reproductive processes of her race. Come to think of it, he didn’t even know what race she truly was.

“One more for the road then?” She finally lowered her weapon, instead running her hand down his arm.

Tom’s feelings of bafflement swiftly turned to alarm, and then, ludicrously enough, excitement, as he realized where she wanted to take things. Iglina was a known manipulator, and every instinct told him to apprehend her now, while he had the chance.

But something about her swollen body made him complacent to the increasing contact. He wanted to feel her. He imagined the sensation of her large abdomen pinning him down against his mattress.

He thought of the way her alien pussy had gripped and pumped him till he’d completely passed out.

Iglina reached down to unbutton his trousers, his dick rapidly swelling at the familiar glide of her fingers.