Half Alien, Part 2

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Summary: At the age of 18, while suffering from butt-expansion and unending arousal, Ryan discovers that he is half-alien and he has gone into heat. Ryan is resistant to the concept for a while, but finally resorts to getting laid. Unfortunately for Ryan, this results in a perpetually-growing pregnancy that cannot be birthed until his supply of offspring is “replenished” by more mating. Contains: Male: belly expansion, breast expansion, butt expansion, egg laying.

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Ryan hurried into the bathroom. Did his posterior really look that bad? Ryan locked himself into a stall where he placed his hands on his bottom, the mounds full and plump in his too-tight pants. Ryan could not help rubbing his hands against them, a quiet groan escaping his throat. What was getting into him? He leaned on the stall door, his whole body trembling. “Ngghhh…” He reddened as he came in his pants. “God…” Ryan breathed. He felt so hot, so desperately in need. Even the meatheads were turning him on now. The way the group of muscular football players had come to surround him at the lockers—it left Ryan shuddering in arousal.

After several moments, the waves of heat subsided, and he did his best to collect his composure. Ryan withdrew wads of toilet paper and hastily tried to clean himself up. Afterwards, he exited the stall and made a beeline for the sink, intending to splash his face with some cool water.

That's when one of the meatheads strolled in.

It was Jack. Ryan froze up as he stood there, awkwardly staring, feeling as though somehow all his dirty thoughts had come to be exposed.

Jack stared back. A tension hung between them in the awkwardness of that setting. Ryan knew that he had started it, and he tried his best to tear his eyes away.

For some reason, he couldn’t.

Ryan’s breath hitched in his throat as Jack began to close in on him. Ryan unintentionally took a step backwards even though phantom instincts were insisting that he did not move.

“Is that thing real?” said Jack with a sneer. “There’s no way.”

“Jack…” said Ryan weakly, feeling incredibly vulnerable as he stood there. He was beginning to truly fear what his parents had told him was true. “P-please...”

“I just really want to know.” Jack continued to close their distance until he had cornered Ryan by the sink. And then to Ryan’s shock, Jack reached down, and firmly placed his hands on Ryan’s ass. An unintentional moan escaped Ryan’s throat, his dick immediately becoming hard again.

“Well shit,” said Jack, his hands examining, massaging. His eyes darted down to Ryan’s face. “You like this, you freak.”

Ryan couldn’t help it. He gave a weak nod. He couldn’t speak, but he could nod, effectively encouraging Jack not to stop. Soon enough Jack’s hands were pulling down Ryan’s pants.

Ryan gasped as he was spun around, his bottom now pressed to Jack’s hips. Ryan’s pants and boxers were around his ankles, his plump, pillowy mounds fully exposed. Ryan became aware that anyone could walk in at that moment, and spot them together, right there, by the sink. Ryan heard the older teen unzip his pants.

“Jack…” Ryan breathed, somehow startled, as he felt the head of Jack’s gender gently glide against his crack. This was all happening so fast. Ryan leaned heavily on the counter as Jack pushed farther between his bloated mounds of flesh. Waves of pleasure prickled down Ryan’s spine.

Then suddenly, Jack pulled away, the warmth of his body apart from Ryan.

Ryan gasped for breath. He stared blankly down at the dripping sink, feeling somehow violated. Why had Jack stopped? Why torture him like this?

Ryan gasped as he was turned around again. Jack grabbed the front of his shirt and dragged him into a stall.

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After that…things went back to normal.

Just as Ryan’s parents had predicted, all it had taken was an ill-advised hook-up for his changes to subside. There was no more heated arousal during the day, or wet dreams occupying his nights. Even Ryan’s bottom seemed to stop swelling. He was happy that he could put this whole thing behind him.

Ryan was still a little disturbed by everything that had transpired over the past few weeks. He was a little disappointed in himself…but not so much that he dwelled on it for more than three minutes at a time. The main thing was that it was over. He mostly felt relieved. And strangely…contented.

He felt warm now, but not with waves of arousal. He felt warm in a more innocent sense. Sort of sappy-happy, and sort of fuzzy inside. It was a good feeling. Had he known that losing his virginity would rouse these feelings, he would have gotten it taken care of long before.

“Blerrgghh…” Ryan groaned one morning as he vomited into the toilet. He stared down at his sick, and couldn’t figure out what he had eaten that was purple. He weakly climbed up and flushed the bowl.

There was a gentle knocking on the bathroom door. “You okay in there, sweetie?” His mother called.

“Fine,” Ryan responded as he lifted the mouthwash. He didn’t feel sick. It must have just been a bug.

The occasional episodes of vomiting weren’t enough to detach him from the peaceful feelings that filled him these days. The permanent flush on his cheeks, or the cat-like lethargy that had replaced aggression. His newfound lacksey-daisey attitude that everything would just be okay. It was odd, but he was content.

His parents would return his lazy smile with grins, and always gave him extra servings during meals.

Ryan felt happy, and affectionate, and rather submissive. His eyes were brighter, and he felt that his head was clearer even despite his contented haze. Strangely, he also noticed that his nipples were often erect. Ryan didn’t even mind his swollen bottom anymore, though he was relieved to have lost some weight in it.

Despite his new demeanor, Ryan still remembered to avoid Jack in the hallways. Ryan didn’t want to go through the awkwardness of acknowledging the earlier events. Jack seemed like a cool guy and everything, and Ryan was sure that he would have a good life. Jack returned the favor, and avoided Ryan as well. Overall, things were truly normalizing.

And then one evening, Ryan awoke, twisting in discomfort from a tight sensation in his stomach. He lifted his shirt and let out a yell.

The skin over his stomach was tented out by an inch, as though something was protruding outward from within—like he had broken a rib or something. But it was too low to be a rib. Ryan groaned in fear.

Ryan’s door burst open, his parents appearing in their nightclothes.

“What’s wrong honey?” said Beth in concern.

“Mom…I think I…nrrrggghh…” Ryan groaned, afraid to move, but entirely tense. He cupped the protrusion, fearing it might break his skin. But it wasn’t hard and sharp like bone. It seemed flexible, like cartilage or something. It was poking out uncomfortably, all the same, his skin stretching against it.

Clark turned on the lights, and Beth’s eyes brightened.

“Oh honey, you're starting to show!”

“What?” said Ryan, utterly confused.

“Your womb.” Beth walked over to the bed. She plopped down beside Ryan, despite his evident discomfort. Then she glided her fingers over the poking protrusion. “It starts out narrow and pointy at first, but it’ll round out as it fills.”

“W-what do you mean?” Ryan stammered.

Clark and Beth noticed the lack of comprehension on Ryan’s face.

“You’re pregnant, of course.”

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A few minutes later, the family of three sat around the kitchen table in their nightclothes, Ryan still cupping his taut, protruding skin. “You can’t be serious,” he said desperately. “I’m a man.”

“Of course you are, son,” said Clark lightly.

“Ryan, gender doesn’t exist within our species,” Beth said. “I believe that’s something you got from your human side.”

Ryan was stunned. He wanted to dismiss his parents' information as more insanity, though he suspected it was a little late for skepticism in his case. “Why didn’t you tell me that I could get p-preg…” He broke off, his eyes becoming wet.

Both his parents seemed surprised by the query.

“Why, we figure you knew,” said Clark.

“What else is mating for?” said Beth.

Both of them chuckled.

Ryan blushed hotly. Oh god… was all he could think. This was insane. His heart pounding, he held his head, trying to make sense of his predicament. “Nrrrggghhh….” Ryan tensed, cupping the strange shape in his shirt as it pushed out more. Panting, he lifted his shirt, to see that his skin was even more tense, the peak now pushing out a full two—no, maybe three inches! He stared at it in horror. There would be no hope of hiding it at school. “Aagghhh…god…it’s gonna tear right out of me!” he cried.

“Don’t be silly,” said Beth, gently swatting Ryan’s hands away as she leaned down to examine the protrusion. “There we go…” she cupped it. “It looks fully developed. I know it’s uncomfortable, Ryan. It always is at first. As it fills up, it will look and feel more natural. Just make sure that you eat lots to help the process alone. And I know a cream that will work wonders for your skin.”

Ryan blankly stared at her.

“We’re proud of you, son,” said Clark.

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