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Plague of the Penile Parasites (WIP Preview)
🕑 Added 2021-09-27 03:06:06 +0000 UTCWARNING THE FULL STORY WILL CONTAIN: Female Cock Growth, Alien TF, Weight Gain, and Sexual Content
The strange fauna basking in the rays of a distant star shook as a spaceship began its decent onto the planet’s surface. Landing with a loud hiss, a probe shot out from the hull to survey the area. The probe recorded crucial data points, including the presence of breathable air and a lack of hostile lifeforms. Snapping a picture of the nearby crash site, the probe sent off a signal to inform the crew that it was safe to depart.
The docking bay slowly opened up to allow a gangplank out for the group of women adorned in powder blue jumpsuits to step out. Leading the group was Captain Celine, her usually neatly bound, blonde hair was permitted to hang over her shoulders as both she and the rest of her crew enjoyed the sensation of air unfiltered by the ship’s filtration system. While she was diligent in keeping her crew up to space ranger standards, she knew to ease up just enough to allow them a chance to relax and enjoy the wonders of interplanetary travel.
Following close behind the captain was a woman a head shorter, sporting a long black ponytail and wide rimmed glasses named Fuyumi. The mousy woman who was busy recording everything she could onto her note screen. Stopping a few feet away, she glanced over the shapely form of Captain Celine with a combination of admiration and hidden desire.
Keeping an eye out for anything to blast with her laser rifle was Seble. She was the team’s security officer and the only one who had seen fit to favor function over form with her buzz cut black hair revealing most of her dark brown cranium. A scar along her cheek was counted among the many she had earned through her time in the rangers and surviving her fair share of action.
Enrica the engineer came running up to rejoin the group after ensuring the landing gear hadn’t suffered any damage from the descent. Her mane of mangy, dark brown hair shook alongside her chubby belly. Sucking in the alien air, she ensured the tool belt attached to her waist was still there for any on the spot repairs that would require her exquisite skills.
Seeing how winded the engineer was, Carina was more than happy to fulfill her duties as a cook to provide a nutrition bar from her side pocket. In her exhausted state, the engineer graciously accepted the bit of food the chef had spent her free time making from their leftovers. While she was happy to see Enrica enjoy her snack, the chef couldn’t help fidgeting with her brunette ponytail as she how fast the engineer ate through it. It had become harder and harder to meet the crew’s demands for both nutrition while keeping things tasty. She didn’t have the heart to tell them she was almost completely out of any food she would deem even remotely tasty.
Medical officer Margaret shook her head at the sight of Carina handing the engineer another nutrition bar. Sliding her hand across the streak of grey in her medium-length, black hair, she took a mental note to schedule the engineer for another checkup. At first glance, her pristine lab coat and many years of experience put the doctor under the light of a trained professional who could have easily retired once she reached 40. However, the crew learned very fast not to ask about the doctor’s “hobbies” outside of work hours.
The newest member of the crew, Rori brought up the rear as she stared around the environment with her mouth wide open. Locks of her curly, red hair bounced against her freckled cheeks as she attempted to take in her first time walking on an alien planet. Realizing that the rest of the crew was leaving her behind, she broke out into a sprint to catch up. Her speed sent her running past the front line, only to be stopped by Seble’s outstretched hand.
“Not so fast, rookie,” Seble said, holding Rori by the back of her collar. “One of the first rules of space exploration is to not go off by yourself. That’s how you end up becoming something’s dinner.”
“I though the first rule was not to have sex while on board.”
A collective groan echoed through the group.
“Tell me, did you go to Jupiter Academics?” Fuyumi asked, as she looked up from her screen.
“Yes.”
“With a professor named Mr. Starend?” Enrica inquired as she continued to inspect her tools.
“Yes.”
Another cacophony of disdain echoed around Rori.
“It’s because of people like that we’re not allowed to have any men on the ship,” Carina commented, subduing her anger by crumbling up one of Enrica’s empty wrappers.
“I’m not a fan of it myself,” Seble commented, “however, it makes practical sense. While they can’t stop us from having sex, they can prevent us from getting pregnant.”
Rori paused for a moment and looked over the crew with a new light. “Wait, does that mean you’re all…you know…that way?”
Rori question was answered as Dr. Margaret walked up behind her and ruffled her hair. “Not all the way. However, you tend to change your preferences when you’re around attractive women 24/7. It’s quite the common phenomenon. If you would like, I can send you some research papers that have thorough descriptions of various incidents where-“
“That’s enough!” Captain Celine announced, immediately silencing the chatter. “First Mate Fuyumi, go over what we know about the crash site.”
“Right away, captain,” the diligent woman replied, stepping forward. “Our sensors picked up the ship from orbit, believing it to need assistance. Upon closer inspection, the craft appears to be centuries old, dating back to the 24thcentury. It is highly doubtful any of the original crew are still alive. That being the case, the mission has changed from search and rescue to salvage and survey. Our objective is to retrieve anything useful from the ship and try to determine what caused the crash.” Upon finishing her explanation, she turned towards the captain, smiling as she received a nod in acknowledgement for her work.
“Guess like it’s my time to shine,” Seble said, brandishing her weapon. “Everyone stay close to me. No telling what things are lurking inside.”
“Things?” Rori asked, her entire body staring to quiver.
“Don’t let her get to you,” Margaret spoke up. “It is a very rare occasion that we humans run into other life forms. In the event that we do make contact, most of our research suggests that our deaths will be quick.”
“As uplifting as ever,” Enrica commented.
“Now, now, no need to be upset,” Carina said, giving Rori a much needed hug. “We’ll get through this with plenty of time leftover for me to whip up something delicious.”
“We can discuss this back on the ship,” Celine announced, pulling out a pistol to back up Seble. “Stay close and follow protocol. We’re approaching the site.”
The crew traversed through the bushes of elephant ear-shaped purple leaves to find the remnants of the crash in a crater. Thankfully for them, the ship had landed in a way that left its docking bay exposed. While various dents and scrapes made accessing the interior difficult, it was child’s play for Enrica and her tools. As the metal bay creaked open, a strange odor wafted out of the ship. The smell reeked of a cheap strip club mixed with a smell similar to boiled squid. With a wave of her hand, Captain Celine stepped into the ship with her crew close behind.
As bad as the outside of the ship was, the inside wasn’t much better. The floor buckled in random areas, as if some had dragged around a sack of bowling balls along the ground. Splotches of something white and sticky were spread along the walls, the crew barely containing their laughter as Rori let out a yelp as her elbow slid by a splatter. Moving past the mess hall, they found the tables and chairs broken into various pieces, as if a stampede of wild animals had come through. Most unsettling of all was the lack of any sign of what was left of the former crew, bringing up the unsavory thought that something had come along and eaten them up. Before the group could dwell on a variety of worst case scenarios, Celine directed their attention towards the cockpit doors and ordered Enrica to work her magic to get them open.
Celine’s many years of service flying through space helped herself stay calm as she beheld the mass of multi-colored flesh sprawled out across the control panel. Splotches of different shades and hues covered the anomaly all the way down to the tentacles keeping it affixed to the screens. Not helping to ease the crew’s fears were the set of ancient looking boots beneath the mass’s form bearing the symbol of the galactic federation.
“Fuyumi, can you get a reading?” Celine asked.
“Whatever it is, it appears to be dormant,” Fuyumi replied as she looked over the mess. “Although there seems to be some activity in…that.”
The crew followed Fuyumi’s outstretched finger to stare at an oblong pod hanging below the mass. Gesturing for the crew to standby, Celine approached the anomaly’s growth. Getting within inches of the pod, she noticed a glow begin to pulsate through it. Another step forward spurred the pod to shudder and open up a cavity in its center mass. The rest of the crew were just a half a second too short to prevent a cloud of spores from spurting from the anomaly and right into Celine’s face.
Celine crumpled to her knees, overcome with a coughing fit. While the rest of the crew helped to pull her away, Seble readied her weapon and took aim at the pod. Moments before searing hot laser fire left the barrel, Margaret stepped up to push the barrel up and make the shot scorch the cockpit’s ceiling.
“What hell was that for?” Seble asked.
“We need to study this, not destroy it,” the medical office replied, keeping a cloth over her face as she began scraping up samples from the pod.
“What about the captain?”
“I’m fine,” Celine insisted, accepting Fuyumi’s help to get back onto her feet. “Just a little disoriented.”
“You say that after getting a mouthful of whatever the hell was in that thing?” Enrica asked.
“For now, yes,” she replied, fixing her hair as she turned away from the crew. “It was my mistake for approaching without any knowledge of what it was. Regardless, we still have a job to do. While Margaret brings the sample back to the ship for analysis, we’ll split into teams of two to explore the crash site. Seble, you go with Enrica and Carina to check on the crew’s quarters. The rest of you will follow me to the ship’s records. Maybe we can find out what happened to the-“
The captain stopped as she took a step forward. Her usually excellent posture faltered as her body shivered. As the rest of the crew tried to catch up to her, she suddenly broke into a fast walk.
“On second thought, I think I should head back to the ship to rest,” the captain said, continuing to move forward.
“But what about the ship?” Fuyumi asked.
“It’ll be fine. I have utmost trust in you. I’ll rejoin once I feel better,” she stammered, her walk turning into a sprint as she turned the corner. She sincerely hoped none of her crew had followed her or seen the way her hands were trying to hide something.
Staggering back to the safety of her living quarters, Celine slumped down in her chair and tried to contemplate what was going on with her body. The shivers had yet to dissipate during her trek back, growing worse every time she bumped up against something. A feeling like a warm blanket being pressed up against her skin was constant, alongside making her breathing heavy. While these symptoms were of great concern to her, they paled in comparison to the most evident change to her body.
Sliding her fingers down her chest led them towards the unsightly bulge around her groin. Poking and prodding the protrusion only worsened the feeling of warmth, alongside bringing up a plethora of sensations that had long been cast down by her training. She had an idea of what it was, but her logical mind had trouble believing that it was real. Grasping the zipper at the top of her suit, she slowly pulled it down. Making her way past her chest, she paused an inch away from the bulge. Taking a deep breath, she unzipped the rest of the way to get a good look at her new addition.
