by Alyson Belle
But then William spoke. He gave me a long, apologetic look and shrugged. “Look, friends. There’s obviously a lot going on here, and everyone is emotional. But we’ve just gotten started rebuilding humanity, and there’s so much to do. I’m sorry, but with Lindsay’s expert opinion on the matter, I can’t justify allowing us to use experimental technology on two of the only remaining humans necessary to repopulate the human race. Can’t you wait a few generations, Lana? Let’s get some children, let them grow up. I looked at the records—you and James, your bodies are built to last thanks to the alien technology. You’ll be alive for hundreds, maybe even thousands of years. Why don’t you wait until you’re a great grandma, we have a safe breeding pool, and then we can try to see that justice is done and swap you back with James.”
I could see the logic from his perspective, but he wasn’t considering it from mine. I’d spent less than thirty years living as a man before I was frozen, and he expected me to live as a woman for hundreds of years before switching back? It was lunacy to think I’d still want to by then. The Ensign was taking James’ side whether he understood that or not, and the betrayal of the man I’d awakened from cryo-sleep explicitly to help me stung.
There was no time left. James had taken his vote, and the group had spoken. “Well then,” he said, half-turning back toward me with a victorious smile plastered on his stupid, smug face. “I guess—”
He cut off abruptly as I sprang into action, closing the distance between us in a surprisingly agile leap, and curled my fingers around the handle of the MID with both hands. He yanked his hand back, but I held on with an adrenaline-fueled grip driven by desperation.
“What are you doing, Lana?” James cried as he struggled with me. “Get off of me!”
Shouts of alarm and dismay came from the other members of the group, but no one stepped in to separate us as we whirled in circles, fighting for the gadget.
I grit my teeth and yanked as hard I could, throwing him off balance with my new weight, and felt my finger slide around the cool metal of the trigger. The barrel was pointed toward James’ head. Without waiting another moment, I squeezed, with both of us still battling for control. But at the last moment, James shoved it away from him.
When the barrel released its memory implant payload, it was my forehead it struck—not James.
He ripped the MID away from me and stared at me with a horrified look in his eyes as I stumbled backwards and tripped to land on my padded bottom in the top grass.
My head felt strange and my body felt fuzzy all over me, from head to toe. It was a whirling, disorienting rush, like being trapped underwater while a whirlpool emptied out my head and swept me away in the current.
When the sensation passed, however, I was still there, despite feeling weirder than ever—like I was distant and disconnected from my own body. I stared up at James, while he looked back down at me in surprise.
“Did it work?” he asked. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry, Lana… why did you do that?”
I wanted to laugh in his face and tell him that the stupid beam didn’t do anything to me, but I also felt like crying because if it hadn’t worked, that meant it truly was hopeless. I was going to be Lana forever, whether I wanted to or not.
But I completely surprised myself as I rose from the ground without intending to, dusted myself off, and looked directly at Minny despite trying to keep my gaze focused on James.
My mouth dropped open and words spilled out unbidden. “Whoa. What happened? I thought I was Minny, but that’s also me right there.” I raised an unwilling hand and pointed at Minny. “I’m sorry everyone. What’s going on?”
And with a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach that was reflected nowhere in my physical body, I realized what had happened.
Chapter 19
“Jeeves, did you finish your scan?” Lindsay asked as she tapped away at a diagnostic board, checking my vitals from the physical and brain scan she’d just administered.
“Yes, Miss Lindsay. Physically, miss Miss Mindy is perfectly fine and doing well with her fifth pregnancy. She will be expecting soon and ready for her sixth with Ensign Stryker.”
Lindsay broke out into a wide smile, mirrored by the expression on my face, although I was feeling distinctly un-smiley. I’d been given the name Mindy, to distinguish me from Minny, and it still grated on me every time I heard it, even though there was absolutely nothing I could do about it.
“Did you hear that, Mindy?” Lindsay said. “Your baby is perfectly healthy, and you’re almost ready for six. You’ll be able to field your own baseball team before long!”
I broke out into delighted, dulcet laughter, and hopped off the table to give Lindsay a big hug. “Oh, William will be so pleased,” I said, although what I wanted to say was that they could all shove their stupid pregnancies.
“What about the strange, lower order thought patterns?” Lindsay asked.
“Yes,” Jeeves intoned. “While her higher order thinking, locomotion, verbal, and most functional brain waves are identical to Miss Minny, there are unusual patterns deep in her subconscious. However, they do not appear to be affecting her happiness, functionality, or health. She should have centuries of productive child-bearing remaining and centuries of time to live happily with her family after that. Our benefactors build these bodies to last, after all.”
I shrugged my shoulders and grinned. “I’m just glad to have a clean bill of health. Willy would be so mad at me if I did anything to endanger his precious little bundle of joy, even if it wasn’t really my fault.” My hands fell protectively across my stomach, where the eight-month old baby was growing in my womb.
Lindsay nodded thoughtfully. “It’s exactly as we saw in the other test subjects. So strange. But I guess there’s no need to do further investigation if she’s been fine for this long. We can probably just accept that she’ll always have abnormal brain waves.”
“Agreed, mistress,” Jeeves replied.
If I had had control of my throat, my heart would have leapt into it. So that was it, then? No more research, no more attempting to figure out what was going on in my head? With a horrible, sinking feeling, I realized they were never going to find me—never going to attempt to fix me or get me out of this horrible, unending nightmare of being trapped inside Mindy’s head.
“Go ahead, Mindy. Run along back to William, now. He’ll be expecting you.” She patted me on the behind, and I screamed in silent rage and desperation as Mindy flashed a smile at the both of them and waddled her away out of the test room and back into the garden paradise where the rest of the group was gathered. Ensign William Stryker watched their children playing in the Lagoon while James basked nearby on a rock, surrounded by his own brood of small children from Minny and Lindsay.
Mindy walked me over toward her husband, William. I felt every single step as her bare feet sank into the soft, warm sand, felt the muscles in her face stretch into a smile as she grinned at him, and felt the warm, rough surface of his hand wrap protectively around her behind and bounce him onto her lap. Sex still felt amazing, but even I was getting tired of how often Mindy wanted to have it and how eager she was.
Will patted my pregnant tummy and motorboated my swollen tits. “That’s my girl,” he said. “Clean bill of health from the doctor?”
“Clean bill of health! Absolutely nothing wrong with me,” I replied, the words coming out of my mouth despite my best attempts to keep it shut. My hand shot between his legs and gave his dick a nice, firm squeeze through his shorts. “They say I’ll be ready for a sixth baby as soon as I have this one!”
“Again? Wow, Mindy! You’re really pumping them out.”
“There’s just something about the feeling of being pregnant… I love it so much.” Mindy sure did love it, almost as much as I hated it. She seemed to delight in the bloated waddling and incredibly painful sensation of pushing baby after baby out of her vagina, although I had to admit there was something really special about holding our infants for t
he first time when Jeeves’ assistants placed them into our arms.
“How about a blowjob, babe? I know you love giving them.”
I groaned inwardly as my eyes lit up, but I was already sliding to my knees and tugging Will’s silver shorts down. His huge cock bounced out and I took it eagerly, bobbing my head on it and relaxing my gag reflex as I forced it far down my throat again and again. It appeared to be a talent Minny had had that would work for anybody that put their mind to it.
I sucked him until he came, pumping load after load of hot cum down my throat, and reflected on my unfortunate fate. Just a few hundred years of pregnancies, and a few hundred more of letting Mindy pilot me around like a sex-crazed nympho blowjob machine. Then it’s over. I wasn’t sure if I was going to go mad first, or learn to enjoy the whole experience like some kind of cosmic voyeur spying on Mindy’s life.
I couldn’t even be too mad at Lana. After all, I was the one that had gotten myself into this mess. He’d tried to save me from this fate, and I’d been too foolish to listen.
I’d forever be Captain James T. Mitchell, head of my West Point class and officer of the USPHS—it’s just that now I’d have to get used to being Mindy, a cock-happy space bimbo who loved being pregnant and couldn’t wait to take it every which way from all of the men in the colony.
At least one thing was certain: I had served my country and completed the mission that I had sworn to carry out. The human race was saved. The world would be re-populated and terraformed in time, and it was in part thanks to me.
I would do my part one cock and one baby at time, for the rest of my days.
The end for James T. Mitchell. Thanks for reading!
- xoxo, Alyson
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Beginning
Mike undocked and pulled the plug from the tiny virtjack behind his ear. His bedroom swam back into focus as his eyes readjusted to being used after hours of inactivity. Had he left the lights on, or had his dad checked in on him? Didn’t matter now. Bookshelves, a computer desk, and the low boxspring base that held his bed fought for dominance in his mind with the reality of the steamy jungle he’d been crawling through moments before. His t-shirt and boxers both clung to him, damp and unpleasant, soaked through with sweat. They said that eventually you stopped sweating as your body adjusted to being in the virtnet, but for now there were still a few physical side effects. He made a face and leaned forward to set the plug back on the holding stand.
For a moment all he could do was sit back in wonder. What a match! VR was such a trip, and even after dozens of sessions he could still hardly believe it. It really felt like he was there, in a real place, in a different body. His brain certainly thought he was. He could still smell the oily steel and gunpowder of the machine guns, feel the wet splash of the waist-high marsh, the warmth of the explosions, and the rippling chest and biceps of his virtbod. Man, oh man… if the combat sims felt that real, he could only imagine what the sex programs were like.
It was too bad he couldn’t take one of the jungle girl bodies for a ride, though… the rippling chest and biceps were neat, but somehow felt sort of wrong, too. He wondered what their smooth skin and skimpy bikinis might feel like in that jungle heat, and—he shook his head. Silly thoughts. He knew he couldn’t. His dad would kill him, and as long as he was stuck living at home with his parents, he’d have to live by their rules.
What time was it? Mike groped around on the floor for his phone. Just after nine in the evening. No messages. He could hear his parents downstairs watching television. They’d be going to bed soon. He should get ready for bed too, or at least pretend to until he was sure it was safe to jack back in without getting into trouble.
He sighed and stood up, still thinking about the jungle girls. Why was life so unfair? Everything was so much easier for girls, so much better. They didn’t have to worry about fights, or being tough, and they could have sex whenever they wanted it. Just look at Christy Parker, for example. She could snap her fingers and have any guy in school. He tried to imagine what it might feel like to press himself against her yielding body, to kiss her full lips. Just thinking about her soft, creamy thighs poking out of her too-short cheer-leading skirt made his cheeks flush, and he had to make a quick adjustment in his boxers to avoid poking out like a sideways tent as he hurried through the hallway and slipped into the bathroom.
He frowned at the slender, boyish figure in the mirror. Instead he was stuck with this. Arms like a girl. Short for his age. Eighteen years old and he didn’t even have any facial hair. His dad did, a big blonde burly mess of a beard, but Mike had gotten a few too many of his grandma’s Korean genes, apparently. Stupid body. Stupid life.
He brushed his teeth and ran his fingers through a mop of messy, black hair, another gift from his mother. He slicked it back with some water, trying to make it look shorter than it was. Mike would’ve just as soon let it grow long, but his father would never stand for that in this house. “Men have short hair,” he’d said sternly, the one time Mike had suggested it. “What… do you want to be a girl?” Well, what was he supposed to say to that? He’d hung his head and marched into the barber shop while his dad watched from the car. He’d have to go get it trimmed, soon. There was no reason to go through more ridicule than he had to.
As he walked back down the long hallway towards his room, he noticed that Kyla’s door was cracked open. It was dark inside. That was weird. She hardly ever left it open these days. It reminded him of when they were little, when they’d hang out in her room before bed. He’d brush his teeth, slip in, and they’d play with her toys by the light of her unicorn nightlight, telling each other everything. Sometimes she’d even let him brush her hair. He smiled at the memory. How long had it been? A lifetime ago, it felt like. Things were so different now that they were both eighteen and getting ready to leave for college.
He paused, considering. She was being awfully quiet in there. Almost certainly jacked in. She’d be furious if he barged in without knocking. Then she’d tattle, and he’d have two angry parents to deal with and a long lecture about invading his step-sister’s privacy. But still, he was curious what she was up to…
He knocked very softly on the door, hardly more than a light thump. “Kyla?” he whispered. “Kyla, I’m coming in…” When she didn’t reply, he gave the door a little push. It swung in on silent hinges. Light from the hallway spilled in, falling across the familiar fluffy white comforter on her four-post bed and casting long shadows against the boy-band posters lining her walls. Did she still listen to those guys? The room was decorated in shades of pink and white, a princess theme from when she’d been little. Kyla had gotten over princesses by the time she was seven, but it suited her fine to let her parents think she was still their little princess. It meant she could get away with anything.
Right now she was reclining on a twin of Mike’s long, low virtnet chair. She had her hands at her sides, her virtjack blinking green just below her ear, and a crumpled blanket lay on the floor next to her. It must have slipped off. He blushed when he realized how little she was wearing, but he couldn’t turn away. All of the things Mike hated about his body, about his stupid quarter-Korean genes, helped to make Kyla one of the hottest girls in school. Why couldn’t his dad have had two girls? He wondered what it felt like to be that attractive.
Her smooth, slender legs spread out in front of her, climbing up to the tight, white cotton panties that curved around her perfectly rounded ass. A too-tight babydoll t-shirt tried and failed to reach down to her flat, muscled abs. She was bra-less underneath, and practically bursting out of it. He gasped to see that her face was flushed and pink, and a thin, translucent line in the crotch of her otherwise pristine panties informed him that she was soaking wet down there. That bitch!
There were two conditions his parents had laid down when they finally agreed to let Mike and his sister get virtjacks: One virtbod each,
and strict parental controls enabled. He’d watched his step-sister select a virtbod that was even hotter and more voluptuous than her real one, a pretty brunette with green eyes that could have been a supermodel. Mike’s eyes had lingered on the one next to hers, a similar design that looked remarkably like a living Barbie doll, but then he’d selected a musclebound action-hero avatar named “Jungle Jim” under the stern gaze of his father. When they got home, his father set their accounts up, ticking off all the boxes in the virtnet “family-friendly” area of Mike’s account. No sex-sims. No body-hopping. No nudity. Not even masturbation. His account was sexless, through and through. Jungle Jim would have all the sexual potency and excitement of Barbie’s Ken. Then his dad password protected it all and sent Mike off to try it out with all the combat sims he could handle.
But Mike hadn’t thought to wonder if his father had done the same with Kyla’s account. Of course he hadn’t, Mike realized now. His parents would never suspect innocent little Kyla might want to dive into a raunchy, pornographic sex-sim. He pictured his father hemming and hawing awkwardly at the idea of his little girl in a compromising position like that. No way he would have gone through each account option and asked himself whether she needed those locks while she sat innocently beside him. It would have been too awkward for him. Of course Kyla got unrestricted access.
And man, was she taking advantage of it right now. Her eyes were glassy and unfocused, and as Mike watched, her lips parted slightly and a small whimper escaped. The dampness at her crotch spread. In time, all of those physical tells would go away, but it seemed that she was still getting used to her virtjack, too. He was almost choking with envy.
It probably wasn’t even a sex-sim, if he knew Kyla. He wondered what his parents would do if they knew about their precious baby girl’s big secret: her girlfriend, Amy. They were probably in a virtchat room right now, going over every hot inch of each other’s avatars. Everyone at school whispered stories about their steamy sessions under the bleachers. They were shameless! It drove all the guys crazy. Two of the hottest chicks in school, and they only wanted to fuck each other. Now it looked like they’d taken it online. In secret. A little more private. His cock stiffened again as he imagined what they might be doing in there to each other, and he bit his lip as he touched it.
