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Breeding Ground Beyond the Stars
In the depths of space, a chilling experiment unfolds aboard the massive human colony ship Odyssey. Dr. Hanson, a brilliant but mad scientist, uncovers ancient alien eggs and embarks on an ambitious quest to reanimate them using the ship's female crew members as hosts. As he begins his obscene work, the Odyssey transforms into a perverted breeding ecosystem.
Chapter 1
In the cold, steel bowels of the colossal starship Odyssey, a solitary figure named Dr. Hanson, a man with a stoop and spectacles, meticulously studied a peculiar organism. His lab coat billowed slightly with the gentle whoosh of the air vents, and his eyes, a piercing shade of blue, never left the microscopic creature wriggling on the glass slide. The room was bathed in the stark glow of fluorescent lights, casting eerie shadows on the racks of test tubes and the gleaming surfaces of his equipment. His heart raced with the excitement of discovery; the creature's DNA was unlike anything he had ever encountered, a twisted pattern of genetic material that danced before his eyes.
The Odyssey had been sent on a mission to colonize distant planets, and on its journey, it had received a distress signal from a mysterious world shrouded in cosmic dust. The signal grew louder, a siren's call that beckoned them closer. Upon landing, the team had found nothing but the ghosts of a civilization long dead, leaving behind only the ruins of a once-great city. Among these ancient stones lay the eggs, large and unyielding, their exteriors a pulsating black that seemed to absorb the light around them. They had brought a few on board, intrigued by the potential for unearthing lost knowledge or perhaps discovering a new resource that could aid humanity's expansion into the cosmos.
Dr. Hanson's excitement grew palpable as he studied the eggs. He knew the implications of his find could be monumental, potentially rewriting the very fabric of human understanding of the universe. Each egg was a treasure trove of scientific mystery, and he felt a thrill at the prospect of being the first to unlock their secrets. As the hours ticked by, his obsession grew, and he devoted every waking moment to cracking their enigmatic shells.
The eggs remained stubbornly sealed, but Hanson noticed a curious phenomenon: whenever one of the female nurses, such as the voluptuous and fiery redheaded Jennifer Holloway, walked past his lab, the eggs would quiver ever so slightly. The alien biomass within seemed to respond to the presence of these women, their gelatinous surfaces rippling with a hunger that was both mesmerizing and deeply unsettling. The doctor's mind raced with questions. What was it about human females that intrigued these creatures so? Was it pheromones? Or something more profound? His curiosity grew darker, his thoughts more feverish.
The eggs called out to him, their dark surfaces quivering with anticipation. It was as if they knew he had found the key to their survival. The whispers grew more insistent, a symphony of need and hunger that resonated in his very soul. The alien biomass within was yearning for a host, for a mother to nurture and protect it. And Hanson had the perfect candidate in mind: the sweet, unassuming Andrea Klein who had recently become a mother. Her warmth, her kindness, her vitality—everything about her screamed 'mother' to the alien creatures.
Andrea's sweet and innocent visage floated to the forefront of his thoughts. Her youthful vitality and recent motherhood made her a prime candidate for his experiment. Hanson felt his body tingle with excitement, his heart racing at the mere thought of the alien's potential reaction to her. He knew it was risky, but the promise of discovery outweighed the danger in his mind. He had to know if humanity could coexist with these extraterrestrial beings, or if they were doomed to become nothing more than breeding stock for an invading force.
The young nurse, blissfully unaware of the horrors lurking within the lab, went about her daily routine in the medbay. Her blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders, her full, busty figure moving with a gentle grace that belied the strength and resilience beneath. She had been on the Odyssey since its launch, serving the crew with a dedication that was both inspiring and slightly alarming to Hanson. Her maternal instincts were strong, and she had given birth just a few months ago on the ship's medbay. The doctor saw this as a perfect opportunity to test the limits of the alien biomass's influence.
Andrea had been raised on the virtues of purity and innocence. Her wide-eyed naivety made her an easy target for the more cunning members of the crew, and Hanson had noticed the subtle changes in her demeanor since the discovery of the alien eggs. She was more withdrawn, less talkative, and her once-bright smile was now a rare sight. Her thoughts swirled with confusion and fear as she approached the lab where the eggs were kept.
The other day while cleaning up Dr. Hanson's lab she had found plans for outlawed cybernetic implants and fertility increasing drugs. There had also been calculations for how compatible the samples of the alien DNA was with human DNA. When she had looked at the DNA sequence she had realized that it had been her own.
Andrea had decided she would confront Dr. Hanson directly about her findings but then she had received a message instructing her to report to the lab for a routine check-up on the ship's medical supplies.
Her heart pounded in her chest as she made her way to the lab, the sterile hallways echoing with the clack of her boots. The message had been curt, no room for negotiation. It was unlike the good doctor to be so commanding, and it made her stomach twist with unease. As she approached the lab door, it slid open with a hiss, revealing the dimly lit chamber within. The walls were lined with tubes and beakers, and in the center of the room, the egg pods pulsed with an eerie bioluminescence.
The moment she stepped over the threshold, the rhythmic pulsing grew louder, more insistent. It was as if the eggs were alive, aware of her presence, eagerly waiting for her to come closer. Her eyes were drawn to the largest one, a deep shade of green, which pulsed in time with her own racing heartbeat. The air grew thick, charged with a strange energy that made her skin tingle and her breasts ache. She felt a warmth spreading through her, a feeling that was both terrifying and exhilarating. The door hissed shut behind her, sealing her fate.
Andrea turned around in shock when she realized Hanson had locked her inside. She rushed to the door, her heart hammering in her chest. The cold steel refused to yield under her frantic grip, and she pounded on the window that separated her from the doctor, her eyes wide with terror. The look on his face was not one of concern but of eager anticipation, as if watching the unfolding of a macabre experiment.
The eggs in the chamber had begun to respond to her presence. They quivered and shifted, their slick surfaces glistening under the harsh lab lights. With a sound that made her skin crawl—a wet, sick squelch—the first egg began to split open. The split grew wider, revealing a pulsing, fleshy interior that oozed a viscous fluid. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched the gelatinous mass inside stretch and elongate, forming tendrils that snaked out of the egg and into the open air.
The alien lifeforms that emerged were grotesque, nightmarish parodies of the creatures she had seen in her biology textbooks. They had six insectoid legs that clicked against the floor as they skittered out of their eggs. Each had a large red ribbed tube on its abdomen, which pulsed with a malevolent life of its own. The most horrifying feature was the set of sharp teeth on their eyeless, bulbous heads, which protruded like a grotesque parody of a human face. They were the stuff of nightmares, and now they were real.
Andrea's screams filled the lab, echoing off the gleaming surfaces and piercing Hanson's ears with their purity. He felt a twisted thrill at her terror, his heart racing as the aliens responded to her distress. The creatures' tubes grew longer, thicker, and more engorged, reaching out towards her as if eager to claim her as their first human host. She stumbled backwards, her eyes wide with horror as the creatures—now dubbed "pregnators" by the maddened doctor—closed in. Andrea's hands were slapping at the tendrils that shot towards her, but it was to no avail. The tentacle's grip tightened, slamming her onto the ground as if she were a ragdoll.
Her retreat was futile. The pregnators were swift and agile, their spindly insect legs allowing them to traverse the room with unnerving speed. They launched themselves at her, their ribbed, phallic appendages quivering with excitement. The gooey balls they shot out from their abdomens stuck to the floor with a sickening splat, forming a web of restraint that she couldn't escape. She slipped, her legs tangling in the sticky strands, and fell to the cold, hard ground. Her eyes never left the monstrous aliens that approached her, her fear giving way to a primal instinct to survive.
Begging for mercy, she turned to the only person who could save her. "Dr. Hanson, please, you can't do this to me," she sobbed, her voice muffled by the glass. "Think of my baby... my child needs me."
On the other side of the lab window, Hanson's gaze remained cold and analytical. "Andrea," he said, his voice eerily calm, "you will become the mother of so many more children than you ever could have dreamed." His eyes gleamed with a mix of fascination and madness. The alien presence had tightened its grip on his mind, warping his perception of right and wrong. The scent of her fear was intoxicating, fueling his twisted desire to push the boundaries of science.
Her pleas fell on deaf ears as the creatures grew closer, their tentacles slithering over her body, exploring her curves with an unsettling curiosity. The tips of the tentacles grew wet, secreting a warm, viscous substance that made her skin tingle. She gagged, her stomach churning, as she felt the alien touch on her most intimate places. It was a violation beyond anything she could have imagined.
Andrea looked up at Dr. Hanson, her eyes wide with horror. The man she had once trusted was now a mere spectator to her nightmare, his expression a twisted blend of fascination and hunger. The aliens had clearly affected his mind, turning him into something monstrous. "Why?" she whispered, the word barely audible over the sound of her own racing heart.
Hanson leaned closer to the glass, his breath fogging it slightly. "These creatures, they are so much more advanced than we could ever be. Their biology... it's a miracle. And you, my dear," he said, his voice low and almost affectionate, "you're the key to unlocking it all. You're going to help me understand them, help me make history."
Andrea's eyes searched his for any sign of the man she had known, the kind soul who had comforted her through her pregnancy and delivery. But all she saw was a madman consumed by obsession. "What are they going to do to me?" she choked out.
Hanson leaned in closer to the glass, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Oh, Andrea, you know that very well," he said, a sadistic smile playing on his lips. "You're going to be the mother of a new generation." His words sent a shiver down her spine, and she realized with dawning horror that he wasn't just talking about scientific discovery.
The pregnators approached her, their long, sharp stingers emerging from their maw-like mouths with an unnatural grace. They hovered over her trembling form, the air thick with the scent of their alien hunger. With a swiftness that seemed almost tender, they began to caress her body, slicing through the fabric of her pristine white nurse's uniform as if it were tissue paper. Each snip and tear sent a shiver down her spine, exposing her pale, freckled skin to the unforgiving lab lights.
Andrea's eyes widened further as one of the creatures retracted its monstrous stinger and revealed a new, more delicate appendage. It was a feeler, a slender, quivering tentacle with a bulbous tip that looked almost...sensitive. The tentacle danced over her body, tracing the curves of her breasts, her abdomen, and her inner thighs, leaving a trail of cold, sticky residue in its wake. She shuddered, her breath coming in ragged gasps as the alien touched her in places that no one else ever had. The sensation was alien and terrifying, yet it sparked an unexpected warmth deep within her that she couldn't ignore.
The feeler moved rhythmically over her skin, pausing at her belly button before sliding down to the juncture between her legs. Her thighs clenched involuntarily, a feeble attempt to shield herself from the inevitable. The creature seemed to sense her fear, and with a disturbingly gentle touch, it pushed her legs apart. The tendril hovered over her sex, its movements precise and calculated. It pushed into her, and she gasped, the alien probe stretching her open as it sought the warm, wet depths within. Her body arched off the floor, a silent scream frozen on her lips as the tentacle explored her, invading her in a way that was both violating and eerily intimate.
The creature's appendage twisted and turned, delving deeper than any human lover had ever gone. It reached places inside her that she didn't know existed, and as it touched her inner walls, she felt a strange sensation—part pain, part pleasure, but mostly terror. The alien's touch was cold, yet it sent waves of heat through her core, igniting a hunger she didn't recognize. It was as if it were mapping her, learning the secrets of her body and mind. She could almost feel the alien's curiosity, its need to understand the human form and its reproductive capabilities.
Her body betrayed her, responding despite her fear. Her breath grew ragged as the tentacle stroked her sensitive spots with uncanny precision. Her thighs trembled, and she felt a warmth spread through her, her muscles tightening around the invading alien limb. The sensations grew more intense, a crescendo of terror and arousal that washed over her in an overwhelming tide. She wanted it to stop, yet part of her was afraid of what would happen if it did. Would she be left with an emptiness that could never be filled?
The tentacle withdrew slightly, and she felt a momentary relief, only for it to be replaced by a cold, probing pressure at her anus. The alien was thorough in its examination, pushing the boundaries of what she thought she could endure. The probe slid in and out of her, stretching her tight hole with a slow, methodical rhythm that was as horrifying as it was tantalizing. Her eyes watered as she bit her lip, trying to hold back the screams that threatened to spill forth.
Her mind was a whirlwind of confusion and fear as another tendril snaked towards her mouth. She tried to turn her head away, but the creature anticipated her move, its cold touch brushing against her cheek as it coiled around her neck, holding her in place. The tentacle grew thicker, the bulbous tip pulsing as it approached her parted lips. Instinctively, she clamped her teeth shut, but the alien was relentless. It forced her mouth open, the cold, slimy appendage sliding over her tongue and down her throat. She choked and gagged, her eyes bulging as the tentacle pushed deeper, exploring the warm cavern of her mouth with a disturbing curiosity.
Hanson watched with a twisted smile as the pregnators covered her body, their stingers poised for the next phase of their ritual. He had never imagined to see such a sight in his lifetime, this was the first time a human female was to couple with these alien pregnators. He was fascinated by the way her body responded, the way the alien's touch seemed to elicit a visceral need that overwhelmed her human instincts. Her struggles grew weaker, her moans more desperate. He knew the moment of truth was near.
The pregnators pulled back from her, their tendrils retreating and leaving her trembling body exposed. The room was silent, save for her heavy breathing and the occasional drip of alien fluids onto the cold metal floor. Her eyes searched the room, wild and pleading, looking for any sign of rescue that was not forthcoming. The aliens had completed their examination, and now, they were ready to claim her.
The creatures hovered around her, their grotesque red phalluses poised and ready.
Andrea groaned, "Please anything but this," as the pregnators forced her onto all fours, her wrists and ankles still bound by the sticky webbing. Her ample breasts hung low, nipples hardened with fear, and her curvy figure was on full display for the alien's twisted intentions. The cold, sticky floor of the lab pressed against her soft skin, making her shiver as the tentacle-covered creatures circled her.
Dr. Hanson's eyes gleamed with a mix of excitement and madness as he observed the scene. He had always been a man of science, but the power of creation, of playing god, had consumed him entirely. He knew the gravity of what was about to happen, the horror of it all, but he couldn't resist the allure of the alien biology before him. The pregnators had chosen well; the young nurse's fertile body would be a perfect vessel for their offspring. He watched as the creatures' red phalluses grew larger, the pulsating tips glistening with what he could only assume was the precursor to their reproductive fluid.
Andrea's heart hammered in her chest as she was forced into a submissive pose. The alien goo that bound her hands and feet to the floor was sticky and cold, making her feel vulnerable and exposed. The room was a blur of fear and confusion, and she couldn't believe this was happening.
One of the pregnators approached her from behind, its long, spindly legs clicking on the cold metal floor. Its teeth, sharp and jagged, dug into her flesh, holding her in place as if she were a captured prey. She looked over her shoulder seeing its grotesque form with the huge egg sac rising up behind her, sending shivers down her spine.
The alien came closer, its phallus hovered just above her trembling opening. Andrea whimpered, her eyes wide with horror as she felt the pressure build. "No, no, no," she murmured. The pain was unbearable, but she couldn't escape the feeling of being completely dominated by these monstrous creatures.
The red tube grew closer, its tip quivering with excitement. She could feel its warmth, the heat of its alien lust as it hovered over her trembling sex. The anticipation was almost more than she could bear—like a nightmare that had become all too real. The tip touched her, sending a jolt through her body that was a mix of pain and pleasure, a sensation she had never felt before. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out the reality of what was happening, but the feeling grew stronger, more insistent. The ribbed, wet phallus pushed into her, stretching her open and filling her up with its thick, pulsing alien life.
The glistening, huge red phallus pushed deep into her vagina, stretching it to an unnatural size. The young nurse's body convulsed, a silent scream trapped in her throat. The alien penis writhed inside her, reaching deep within her womb. Her eyes rolled back, and her breath grew ragged. Another pregnator approached her from the front, its long prehensile penis forced into her mouth and throat.
The pregnators fully claimed her. The red, slimy phalluses grew longer, pumping in and out in a rhythm that seemed almost tender in its brutality. Her eyes fluttered shut, and she was lost to the sensations that claimed her.
Her body convulsed around it, her muscles clenching and releasing in a rhythm that was not her own. The tentacles held her firmly in place, their grip unyielding as the creature claimed her. The pain was intense, a white-hot agony that seemed to burn through her very soul, yet there was something else, a dark, twisted pleasure that coiled in her belly. Her breasts heaved as the creature thrust into her, the sensation of fullness overwhelming her senses. She could feel the alien's hunger, its need to breed, and it was a hunger that she, too, found herself craving, despite her fear.
The creatures screeched in unison, their high-pitched cries piercing the lab's silence like nails on a chalkboard. The sound was a symphony of lust and hunger, a mating call that reverberated through the very walls of the ship. The tentacles grew more insistent, their movements more forceful. Her moans grew louder, muffled by the tentacle that filled her mouth, and she could feel the alien's life force seeping into her, changing her on a cellular level.
Hanson watched, his eyes glued to the horrific spectacle before him. His face was a mask of ecstasy, his breathing heavy as he took in the sight of the young nurse's body being defiled by the alien creatures. The tentacles that had once been cold and unyielding now moved with a fluidity that was almost seductive, as if they were caressing her rather than violating her. The doctor's mind swirled with the implications of what he was witnessing—human and alien life joining in a dance as old as the cosmos itself.
The pregnators grew more frenzied, their movements becoming a blur of red and black. The creature inside her had found its rhythm, and it was a dance of dominance and submission that played out in the stark light of the laboratory. The sounds of the alien's wet, slurping penetration filled the room, a symphony of depravity that seemed to echo through the very walls of the ship.
Andrea could feel her body responding, her hips bucking up to meet the relentless thrusts of the alien cock. It was as if the pregnator had tapped into some primal instinct, some long-dormant part of her that reveled in the pain and pleasure of breeding. Her mind reeled, trying to reconcile the horror of her situation with the undeniable arousal that coursed through her veins.
Hanson took meticulous notes, his eyes glued to the monitors that displayed the alien's internal workings. He could see the egg sac pumping, filling the human female with its seed. The creature's phallus grew larger, swelling with the promise of new life, and he knew that soon, she would be pregnant. The thought of a new alien generation growing inside her filled him with a perverse satisfaction. His curiosity had led them here, and now he would bear witness to the birth of something that could either be humanity's salvation or its downfall.
The pregnators withdrew their phalluses from her stretched orifices, the slurping sound echoing in the lab. They hovered over her, their bulbous bodies pulsing with the excitement of a successful mating. With a swift and decisive motion, they inserted their ovipositors into her mouth and her now-stretched pussy, the cold, hard tubes forcing their way down her throat and into her womb. She gagged and choked, her eyes watering as she felt the alien life force invading her from within. The pain was unbearable, but so was the strange, pulsing pleasure that seemed to resonate through her very being.
Hanson's eyes widened in amazement as he watched the semi-transparent tubes deliver their cargo—a myriad of eggs and embryos of various shapes and sizes, each one a potential new member of the alien hive. He had never seen such a diverse array of alien life forms, and they were all being deposited directly into the human nurse's body. It was a grotesque, fascinating sight, one that filled him with both horror and wonder. He had no doubt that the aliens had chosen her for a reason, that she was now an integral part of their plan for proliferation.
Andrea's throat convulsed around the alien ovipositor, her body involuntarily working to accommodate the influx of eggs. The pressure was immense, and she could feel them sliding down her throat, one after the other. Her stomach lurched, but she couldn't gag or vomit. Her body had been taken over by the alien's will, and she was powerless to resist. Her eyes watered and her nose ran as the tentacle in her mouth continued its relentless pumping. She could feel the eggs settling in her stomach, a heavy, slithering presence that seemed to be consuming her from the inside out.
The sensation of her belly distending was bizarrely arousing, the stretching of her skin and the pressure from within a stark contrast to the cold emptiness she felt in her heart. The pregnators didn't care about her feelings, didn't care about her humanity. They saw her only as a vessel, a means to an end. And yet, as the eggs filled her, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of fullness, a satisfaction that was utterly foreign to her.
Hanson's eyes gleamed with excitement as he studied the medical readouts before him. He had never seen anything quite like it—human and alien life intertwined in such a way. The ship's computer beeped insistently, alerting him to the spike in her vitals. The nurse was now a veritable cornucopia of alien life, her body a breeding ground for an entirely new species. The doctor felt a perverse pride at the sight, his mind racing with the implications of his discovery.
The two pregnators that had claimed her now hovered above, their egg sacs utterly drained and limp. Yet, their hunger had not abated. They began to spray a thick, viscous substance across the room, the once-sterile surfaces of the lab now coated in a warm, organic goo that seemed to pulse with life. The metal walls warped and softened, morphing into a grotesque, fleshy material that clung to everything it touched. The room was transforming before his very eyes into a breeding chamber fit for a queen.
Andrea's body jerked as the last of the eggs slithered down her throat and into her stomach. Her skin was slick with sweat and alien fluids, her eyes glazed over with a mix of shock and a strange, alien euphoria. Her breaths grew shallow and ragged as she felt the beginnings of the transformation taking root within her. She could feel her insides shifting, her body stretching to accommodate the horde growing within.
"Andrea, can you hear me?" Hanson's voice was a distant echo through the haze of pain and pleasure that clouded her mind. His words barely registered, but she felt a cold, detached part of herself cling to them, desperate for a shred of humanity amidst the horror.
"They're reshaping the ship, making it theirs," he continued, his excitement palpable even through the thick glass. "The biomass is spreading, turning the Odyssey into the perfect incubator for their young. And you, my dear, are the crown jewel of their new ecosystem."
Andrea's eyes flickered with a hint of consciousness, her pupils dilated with fear and confusion. She watched the alien tentacles weaving through the air, coating the lab in their sticky spawn. The walls bulged and pulsed as if alive, the metal and plastic contorting into a grotesque, fleshy landscape. The room was no longer sterile and safe—it was now a pulsating womb and she was the living incubator at its centre.
With a jolt, she felt herself being hoisted off the floor by the same tendrils that had held her down moments before. They wrapped around her legs and hips, slithering up her body with a warm, wet embrace. They tightened around her, the sensation a strange mix of comfort and restraint, as if the alien was claiming her as its own. She could do nothing but hang there, suspended in the air as the pregnators hovered around her, their egg sacs now a dull gray, emptied of their contents.
Andrea watched in horror as the tendrils grew thicker, more substantial, wrapping around her like a grotesque lover's embrace. They began to weave together, forming a cocoon-like pod that melded with her flesh, sealing her in a prison of pulsing, living tissue. Her legs and lower body were now one with the alien structure, the pod's warmth spreading through her veins. The pain was intense, a burning agony that made her vision swim, but it was overshadowed by the alien's overwhelming presence. It was as if she could feel the very essence of the creature, its hunger for life and reproduction.
Her arms were drawn back, the tendrils wrapping around her wrists and elbows before hardening into a restraining embrace. The pod had fully encased her from the waist down, leaving her torso and head exposed. She could feel the alien biomass pulsing around her, a rhythmic beat that seemed to resonate with her own heart. The pregnators hovered closer, their once-sharp stingers retracting, replaced by a new set of tentacles that coiled around her arms, drawing her closer to their pulsating forms.
Hanson's face was a mix of scientific fascination and carnality. He had never seen anything so beautiful, so utterly terrifying. "You see, Andrea," he whispered, his voice thick with excitement, "you're not just a breeding pod—you're a goddess, a creator of new lifeforms."
The pregnators hovered closer, their tentacles caressing her swollen abdomen with a disturbing tenderness. Her blonde hair cascaded around her face like a halo, a stark contrast to the hellish scene unfolding beneath it. Her skin was pale, almost translucent, the veins visible beneath the surface, pulsing with the alien life growing within her. Her breasts were heavy with the promise of milk, and her belly was round and tight, a perfect sphere of alien fertility.
The creatures moved with an eerie grace, their many eyes flickering over her with a hunger that was both ravenous and reverent. They knew she was the key to their survival, the vessel that would ensure their legacy continued through the stars. The room around her was a cacophony of organic sounds—the wet squelch of flesh against metal, the rhythmic throb of the pods that grew from the walls, the low, pulsing hum of the ship's distorted systems. Yet amidst the horror, she felt an unexpected serenity. The aliens had claimed her, but in doing so, had also given her a purpose—a twisted, monstrous purpose, but a purpose nonetheless.
Her eyes met Hanson's through the observation window, and she saw the lust in his gaze, the madness that had consumed him. He had become a puppet to his own curiosity, a mere spectator to the alien's conquest. But even in that madness, she saw a glimmer of pity, of understanding. He knew what was happening to her, knew the depth of her terror, but he also knew that she was lost to them. The transformation was irreversible, and she was now going to become the mother to an untold number of abominations.
He left the lab, leaving her to the mercy of the creatures that now owned her. The pods grew around her, the biomass wrapping her in a tight embrace that grew tighter by the minute. The pregnators hovered closer, their tentacles caressing her distended stomach with a tender touch that was almost loving. Despite the horror of her situation, she felt a strange kinship with the creatures. They were monstrous, but they had chosen her, had filled her with life, and she knew that she would love and nurture the young that grew within her, as any mother would.
Hansom thought that Andrea had never looked more beautiful, but she also a bit lonely in their hive. These aliens needed mothers, a lot more mothers as sweet, fertile and beautiful as Andrea now was. The intercom crackled to life, and Hanson's voice filled the ship. "Jennifer Holloway, this is Dr. Hanson. Immediately report to the lab with all available nursing staff. This is a priority one emergency. Do not delay." The urgency in his voice was palpable, and he knew that she would obey without question. The redheaded head nurse was known for her efficiency and dedication to her duties.
