Interstellar Dad: Mass Reproduction

Interstellar Dad: Mass Reproduction

Jeffrey Beesler

Interstellar Dad #3

Mass Reproduction

Copyright © 2016 by Jeff Beesler

Published by Jeff Beesler

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This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

For Arend Fuller, my birthday twin born only eight years apart. Thanks for lending me the creative license to add you to the Interstellar Dad universe, my friend!

Interstellar Dad: Mass Reproduction

Jeffrey Beesler

CHAPTER 1

EMBRYO-INDUCED MEN

New Mexico desert,

just outside Santa Fe

Wednesday, October 10th, 2012

The men of Earth didn’t know it when it happened, but at 2:34 pm Mountain Time, a piece of alien technology called an embryo inducer bomb exploded. It unleashed a greenish energy throughout the desert and into the atmosphere, covering the entire planet. In the days after the event, some of Earth’s leaders demanded an explanation from the Department of Earth and Planetary Sciences at the University of New Mexico in Albuquerque.

Unfortunately for them, by the time they realized the truth, the chance to do anything about it came had long since passed.

The energy bathed all points across the globe, from the heartland of America to Belgium, from Argentina and the Falkland Islands to New Zealand. Even scientists stationed in Antarctica succumbed to this artificial, extraterrestrial radiation. Only boys under the age of fifteen, or men above the age of fifty, seemed mostly unaffected, their bodies too underdeveloped or aged past their prime for the incendiary device’s true effect.

Like most other guys on Earth, Arend Fuller quietly went about his daily business. He had the day off from work, a cashier at the local McDonald’s in North Bend, Washington. His parents had gone out for the day, but he lounged about at home, catching up on his gaming instead. He sat at his PC, playing a random RPG. He didn’t really care what he played so long as the game entertained him. Fast food pushed him to the limits all too often, so he jumped at the chance to rot his mind on video games.

He remained in his pajamas, a pair of Seahawks sweats and a T-shirt with the image of Mario and Yoshi from Nintendo across the front. He popped a powdered donut hole from a Hostess bag into his mouth, the powder sticking to his fingers. He licked and sucked the powder off each time, but this only made his fingers stickier.

Not wanting to ruin his keyboard and mouse, he fetched a few paper towels from the kitchen to tidy himself off. As he did, he caught a glimpse of an attractive female character on the screen. Arend never admitted this to anyone else, but any time he saw the curves on that blond-haired, leather-clad warrior lady on screen, he just about lost it. A bulge in his pants caught his attention and he thought about turning down the thermostat a little, but decided against it.

I can control my hormones, he thought.

The lights flickered for a second. Arend grumbled to himself. North Bend lay in the Snoqualmie Valley, an area prone to gusty winds on account of its proximity to the Cascade Mountains. He didn’t need a power outage now, not when he was about to level up and score more points on his game. The energy on his computer screen began to glow green. He cringed. Was his computer finally failing him?

Stupid piece of crap PC. Can’t you do anything right? he asked, smacking the monitor on the side.

The greenish glow didn’t let up. If anything, it seemed to intensify. He muttered profanities and then took a deep breath. Maybe the lights wouldn’t go out. He settled back down in his chair and stuffed a few more donut holes into his mouth. His focus shifted to the female warrior on his screen and he felt a spasm in his pants.

Heh. I feel good, great actually. Oh, man. That chick on the screen is hot. Better calm down, though. If Mom and Dad came home and found me jacking off to a computer game, they might kick me out of the house.

Sweat started to trickle down his skin as he glanced at the image on his monitor. He felt the bulge in his pants pressing harder against the fabric, a sensation he tried to control, but for some reason couldn’t. He looked away from the monitor in hopes of reining his hormonal urges in.

Then the green energy brightened to the point where it nearly blinded him. Something about the light got his heart racing, a primal response to the effect. He tried to take a deep breath but found his lungs pumping out short rasps instead. Sweat drenching his skin and hormones swam through him, overriding every ounce of logic. Fire rose inside of him along with every rise of his chest. A grin formed on his face for a second, a low chortle rising from his throat. The urge had a stranglehold on him, and for one fleeting instant, he loved the sensation, loved the thrill of what it promised him.

Then he looked up at the computer screen again, and swallowed hard.

What the hell’s wrong with me? Why—oh God!

He felt the orgasm coming a mile away. His dick now bloated to crescendo, his semen surging toward open air. He clenched each of the armrests on his chair, pushing himself toward a standing position as if this would stop the rushing liquid he felt building up inside him. His fingers slipped and lost their grip on the armrest chair and he crashed onto the floor.

If I can get away from that energy, I might be able to stop this.

He tried to roll away but his libido had other plans. Screams erupted from him, screams of both panic and pleasure. He rolled back and forth, attempting in vain to suppress this. In doing so, he thrust himself upon the floor right in front of his computer desk. He moaned to his God an unintended prayer. This sin would damn him to hell for sure if the afterlife really followed his theology.

The thrusts kept coming. Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. Strange images flooded his mind and he giggled a high-pitch squeal of delight. Liquid saturated his boxers and everything they covered. The outermost layer of his sweatpants scarcely proved effective in containing the mess.

For a few minutes, he lay utterly still. How had this happened? He’d done nothing wrong. Okay, so perhaps drooling after a fictional character on a computer screen was stupid on his part. Had God punished him for indulging in such sinful sloth?

Then the pressure faded. He had no idea how much time had passed since his descent onto the floor. His heartbeat slowed, even though his skin remained hot and soaked. The giggles ended and tears stung at his eyes. His brain tried to make sense of it all but failed in the effort. He looked up at the screen and found the game server had already booted him off for his ten minutes of inactivity.

Thank God I stayed home today. If I’d been anywhere else, I would have died.

He got onto his feet and glanced out the window. The drapes hung open, but no one seemed to have seen or heard him. He issued a sigh of relief. Never again would he dare to leave the shades open. He went to shut them, only to see an electric meter reader from the power company pop right up from out of nowhere. Arend gasped, but something made him pause. Somehow the other guy never made eye contact with him.

What the hell just happened? asked the utility worker, glancing downward at his trousers. In the brilliance of daylight, a dark stain stood out at the site of penetration on the worker’s light blue pants.

Arend tried not to stare but couldn’t look away. Instead, he watched as the man seemed to play with the zipper to his pants. As the other guy turned away and went to pick up his reading device, Arend exhaled softly.

Did the same thing just happen to him, too?

The question seemed absolutely ridiculous, almost as much as that daytime ejaculation. In fact, this had to be a dream. He went to sit back down and play his computer game again. As he did, his hand made a casual pass over his crotch. He still felt moisture. Muttering to himself, he finally shut the drapes and went to inspect his boxers, the stickiness of his fabric against his flesh indicating the need for a shower and a new set of clothes.

I—what the devil is that?

He glanced down inside his boxers. With the house light providing little illumination, he thought his leakage might be difficult to see. Slowly he peeled back the elastic. The inside of his boxers and its contents basked in the same green energy as what had come from the computer screen. How was this even possible?

He shook his head. This wasn’t happening. He pinched himself, a momentary fire in his bicep indicating he was fully awake. A cry from beyond his wall told him the electric meter reader had probably found the same thing underneath his clothes.

What the hell is happening to us?

Arend crept toward his bathroom, all sorts of doubts slithering through his troubled mind. Whatever that radiation was, it didn’t feel like anything from this Earth.

And if it’s not from this world, I don’t want to know where it came from, he thought.

CHAPTER 2

HOMEBOUND RUNAWAY

Andrew Skyes’ Quarters,

Chamber Alpha-4,

Galactic Offspring

Star Chronometer 12.10.11.1200

Earth was the furthest thing from my mind as I nursed my infant son, Cooper. My body already spent from an extra-long shift of performing security rounds as part of my duties on board the Galactic Offspring, I dreamed of a catnap. But Cooper had tossed and fussed about in his crib, his cries growing in volume the longer I delayed breastfeeding him, so I went and got him up.

And yes, nursing him played a vital role in my life nowadays. Letting him suckle at my man-boobs was one of the many physiological changes that came with becoming the parent of a Ph’mleez baby. It still took some getting used to, even though I’d done this for several weeks now.

Still not satisfied that Cooper was getting the proper amount of fluid, I adjusted his position in my arm to better prop his head. He continued to suckle unabated and I sighed. At first, breastfeeding made me bleed pain each time Cooper sucked my nipples raw. With more practice, the rawness hurt less.

As I sat in on my metallic couch in my intergalactic home, letting Cooper suckle at my man-breast, Michael Agopaz joined us, sliding into the vacant seat immediately to the right of me and Cooper.

You’re such a natural at this, Andrew, he said, watching me cradle Cooper in my arm. How do you even do it?

I allowed my lips a reserved smile as I regarded the seventeen-year-old. Michael was a runaway from Santa Fe with unkempt red hair, chin dimples scarcely visible in the forest of his stubble, and a mesh of freckles and acne covering what his facial hair didn’t. He found himself here on the Ph’mleez ship because some of the aliens had abducted him for the purpose of impregnation. His age had proven irrelevant to his abductors. They considered him vital to their reproductive program and thus included him in it.

At least I’d only boarded the Galactic Offspring of my own accord. Curiosity had led me onto the crashed ship and I quickly messed with things no man should have trifled with.

I wouldn’t quite call myself a pro. There’s still so much I don’t know about child-rearing. I readjusted my nipple so it slid easier into Cooper’s mouth. I’ve only had Cooper for about six weeks now. And I’m pregnant with alien triplets. I can only take it one day at a time.

Heh. My mom and dad definitely didn’t know everything about parenting. Maybe if they did, I wouldn’t have run away.

Having never met his parents or seen their parenting practices in person, I didn’t feel qualified enough to judge them.

Michael’s gaze drifted over toward a window where my chamber had a great view of space. Michael kept staring as though trying to figure out which of the stars pointed the way back home to Earth.

Sorry. I can’t promise you that you’ll ever see your parents again just like I can’t tell Tucker Hitchman his skin will eventually revert to its original color.

Michael offered a reluctant chuckle. Yes. Mr. Hitchman really does sound like such a grump about the whole thing.

He’s still stressed out over the situation, I’m sure. My old boss Hector is too. And there is you, of course.

Don’t forget that guy who’s with Denise. Zane Brown I think his name is?

I hadn’t realized I had discussed my ex-wife and her current beau with Michael at such great length.

Yes. Zane. Too bad he got kidnapped in Santa Fe, I said, unable to hide my contempt from Michael. At least now he won’t be ruining other people’s marriages with his shady law practice.

My last words didn’t appear to reach him as Michael returned to watching me feeding Cooper.

Will I have to do that? he asked, his finger halfway between pointing and dangling.

You might, if your kiddo doesn’t take to formula right away. Seeing as how Cooper’s been at my teat from the get-go, it’s possible your baby will latch onto you first chance it gets. You might have to wean him or her off gradually.

A sigh whistled through his nostrils.

I thought men couldn’t breastfeed, he said.

Even before the Ph’mleez came around, some men always had a slight chance of lactation around newborns. But with the embryo inducer technology, it’s no longer just a slim possibility for us. It’s all but certain.

Michael sank back further in his seat.

You know, I did try to convince Junos to return you to Earth, I said.

You did? A tinge of hope filled his voice. What did she say?

She agreed to it, more or less. I still would like to see a confirmed flight plan before I truly believe it, though.

A chime at the door came right as Cooper burped and spat up all over me. My paternal—or was that maternal—instinct kicked in and thoughts of despair over Cooper’s upset tummy gobbled up my focus. Michael rushed to get me a fresh burp cloth as the one I had on me had grown soiled from recent use.

Come in, I beckoned the new arrival, still wiping myself clean.

In marched Junos, the head of security and now ship commander of the Galactic Offspring. She stood about at the same height as me and appeared to be the most muscularly built out of any Ph’mleez. She carried herself with a rigid posture at all times. The blackness of her eyes made it seem like she could snatch up a person’s soul in a blink. She didn’t appear particularly eager to slip into the role the ship’s previous commander, Univa, left empty.

Commander Junos! Michael jumped out of his seat and offered the ship commander a bow. How may I be of assistance to you today?

Junos regarded him with the same discerning glint she cast to anyone else.

You are to rest and prepare yourself for the long journey ahead of you, she told him. Childbirth is not a pleasant experience for even the most willing and able-bodied.

Of course. Only, I’d handle it a lot easier if my folks were here with me, he said, the energy in his voice waning. His stare fell away from her and to the nearest wall.

I will do my best to return you to them shortly, said the ship’s commander. She seemed to take no offense at the fact he no longer looked her in the eye. However there is some stuff they cannot protect you from. You may have to stay onboard and let the Ph’mleez accommodate your needs.

The hope glimmering in the teen’s eyes seconds before faded back into desperation. Water stung at my eyes, the sight of his despair just about breaking my heart.

Damn hormonal imbalance, I thought.

It’s not his fault. He’s being punished because Malicos snatched him and several other Earth men up to further the Ph’mleez race, per Univa’s orders, I said, burping my son a