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Into This World

Written by Leo_Todrius

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Based on "Out of this World" by Gigaguess

[29 Days Ago]

Genetech had the most advanced laboratories in the world, but at the end of the day and in the middle of the night, a lab was a lab. There was a faint hum from the filtered HVAC system and a buzz from the computers and the equipment. Even the observation room was quite sterile. Even with the notes and tablets spread out on the desk, it seemed almost antiseptic until the door of the observation room opened and a young man entered. Steam wafted off the mug of coffee in his hands, carrying the aroma of freshly brewed Arabica infused with chicory. It brought a bit of normalcy to a rather abnormal situation and it was just what Cameron needed to clear his mind.

It was surprising how much of nature boiled down to math; PH balance, chemical reactions, growth rates, cellular division calculations... but those were things Cameron was normally quite good at. After all, that's how he'd climbed the ranks in Genetech and been awarded the prestigious exobiology project. The company tended not to disclose what it was working on, but this project was especially hush-hush. After all, they had taken a test subject and exposed him to something otherworldly. The changes had come steadily, impressively, and then they had stopped.

Cameron's brows knit together in disappointed realization as he realized it was already a week. That couldn't be right, could it? He sat down at his desk and set the coffee to the side, sliding a tablet out of the way before he began to rifle through the notes on his desk. It had been an entire week. Everything had plateaued entirely. A faint blush colored Cameron's otherwise pale cheeks. He'd been so absorbed in the numbers that it had taken a while to catch up. Setting his notes aside, Cameron raised his hazel eyes toward the monitors mounted in the room, examining their test subject Brian.

Brian had once been a mild mannered twenty-one year old; short, somewhat spiky brown hair with a well groomed beard. Not too young, not too old, average height and weight - a perfect baseline - but he was something else entirely now. Elements of his humanity remained, particularly his head. His hair had apparently stopped growing when he had been exposed to the alien. His brown hair was slicked back by a musky adrenal secretion that had been analyzed by three different teams. His beard was the same length, his flesh slightly discolored but normal, though two bronze colored chitinous antennae rose up from his head, angled up before curving forward like an inverted set of horns.

The further one went down, though, the stranger it became. The test subject's neck had grown a little bit wider, tapering out towards the shoulders, making room for the two foot long slimy tongue that would test and taste the air every so often in between bouts of pleasuring himself. The taper of Brian's neck showed a gradient of transition from flesh to chitin scales. It was as if his humanity was evaporating steadily up his body. His shoulders and upper arms seemed wickedly dangerous with curved, horn like spikes extruding out from boney segmented armor plates. Wherever there was a gap in the armor, wriggling tendrils stuck out like miniature leg segments. Even his back was coated with bronze colored exoskeletal plates.

On a whim, Cameron drew up the files from before Brian's exposure. They had looked a little alike, each having short, neat brown hair. Cameron's mouth curved slightly downward at the thought that Brian had been a bit fitter than he was. Then again, that's why Brian had been the test subject and Cameron the researcher. Still, Cameron couldn't even begin to imagine what Brian had experienced. As impressive as his mutated upper body was, no one could ignore the monster in the room - Brian's monster.

It had been horrifying and amazing to see Brian exposed to the alien. The door had lifted, the euphoric fog had rolled out and Brian had submitted himself. His member had been taken into the creature's body, but in turn it had placed eggs inside of Brian. His manhood had started to grow, little by little and then inch by inch. It had mutated to resemble the insect that had infected him by growing sharp spurs, wriggling segmentations, and even insectoid legs to support it. Now, after all that time, it was easily larger than the rest of his body and half the size of the original alien.

There had been a challenge to get footage of the end of his shaft. He just couldn't get a good camera angle aside from when Brian started laying eggs. It was then that Cameron had seen how much the head of his shaft had evolved. The urethra was almost hypnotic in the way it undulated, the interior filled with hundreds of small rubbery filaments that would help guide his eggs safely to the floor of the chamber. It almost looked like some sort of anemone embedded in his organ. Cameron pulled his notepad back over, writing a note to himself to compare insects and sea life to see how much overlap there was.

Brian's sudden groan and a sharp movement drew Cameron's attention back. It seemed he was entering another egg cycle. The test subject grunted, his elbow spikes digging into the reinforced kevlar of the cot, fraying it little by little. Even the legs supporting his massive dick wriggled and clenched as well. Brian grit his teeth, clenched his eyes shut and his antenna twitched. While his hips had swelled wider and fuller, matching his armor plated ass.

The massive shaft pulsed and throbbed, each segment sequentially tightening and releasing as the filaments inside carried his precious cargo forward. The urethra stretched around the melon sized black egg that slid out in a flood of silvery translucent fluid to form a puddle. The sudden release after so much effort made Brian cry out in pleasure, feeling so aroused and yet so... needy. Cameron watched the former human collapse on his cot, panting for breath, trying to regain his composure. The moment was long enough that Cameron had started to summon a retrieval team.

"So that's what, five a day now?" Brian's voice asked over the speakers in the observation room, clear and distinct enough that Cameron's heart caught in his throat. His hazel eyes narrowed as he looked up at the screen. He'd only heard the test subject address the scientists that entered the room, not the microphones directly. Undaunted, Brian continued, his copper colored eyes choosing one of the cameras at random. "What are you using them for? Alien omelets? Or do they grow into more big worms and you have more test subjects like me?"

The question hung in the air unanswered. Cameron lingered quietly, motionless and silent until it seemed like Brian was going to resign himself back to sleep. Cameron took another breath and went back to checking the vital sign readouts from the most recent oviparity. If they matched those for the last week, maybe this was Brian's final form and the plateau was quantifiable. Cameron didn't even watch as the mutant's long, serpentine tongue wriggled out to play with his puffy, extended nipples and his clawed hands massaged his leathery shaft.

"I bet you want to know what it feels like to push your cock in there, to get it deep like those eggs. Did you jerk off while I was implanted? Did you know how sexy I would become?" Brian called out with a malicious grin on his lips. Cameron was as concerned by Brian's change in behavior as he was the fact that none of the retrieval team had shown up to get the egg. The scientist stood up with frustration and moved over to the lockers that held the exposure suits. The periwinkle gray garments were not very appealing but they got the job done. In moments Cameron had pulled the hood over his face, the face mask polarized to a silver color. The collection case was a bit harder to get off the wall but he managed, entering the code to open the door to the test chamber.

The pressurized hatch hissed a bit as the scent of coffee and chicory wafted into the room, disturbing the equilibrium that had been in there before. Brian looked up slowly, massaging what he could read of his massive shaft with one hand and his defined chest with the other as Cameron entered the room and approached the egg with more determination than fear. The test subject's body was so large and disproportionate that he couldn't get off his cot even if he wanted to. Despite his immobility, Brian began to chuckle.

"I wondered how long it would be before I saw you again. Are you part time, or have you been watching the whole time?" Brian asked curiously, running a clawed finger down the valley between his abdominal plates.

"I haven't missed a moment." Cameron replied with a matter-of-fact tone that belied the concern he had at wondering if Brian could tell him apart from any of the other scientists. He had never come into the room before.

"Oh yes, from the cameras... Even with high definition ones, I bet it's still pixelated and grainy when you zoomed in. No fidelity... and even if the image is good, what about the sound? Flat, digital, echoing? You're missing so much." Brian whispered. Cameron kept his hazel eyes on the foam that cradled the black egg as it sank into place. Ensuring it was secure, Cameron swung the lid shut and locked the clasps. Deciding that Brian would be less of a threat if he was occupied, he decided to indulge the mutant.

"Like what?" he asked, referring back to what he might be missing. Brian smiled like a cat that had caught a bird.

"Textures, sounds, tastes... What about those three scientists I sprayed? Didn't they tell you I taste great?" Brian asked curiously. Cameron nodded slightly.

"Ad nauseam. Musky, salty, creamy... Like a savory version of lust incarnate. We took detailed notes." Cameron said dispassionately, standing up to make his way towards the door.

"I bet you did, but none of them know what it's like to fill me... Come on, aren't you the boss? Don't you want to be the first? Don't you want to fuck something from out of this world and go where no man has gone before?" Brian whispered with all the seductive charm he could manage, his bronze eyes somehow finding Cameron's through the polarized face mask when he dared to look back. There was a pull, a magnetism, something even stronger coiling around Cameron's gut. He hadn't been exposed to any spray, any cream, any pheromones and yet Brian was still worming his way in. The air outside the suit had grown thick with musk, the unmonitored screens showing dangerous levels.

Inside the suit, Cameron was starting to sweat, his cock hardening at the mere temptation. He tried to look away, but his eyes found the throbbing orifice that was Brian's massive ovipositor. It was an organ evolved to both give and take. It was the most complex reproductive system Cameron had ever studied. For all he knew, from all they had studied, this species had no specific gender. Cameron hadn't even realized that he'd taken a step forward while thinking about the complexities of Brian's insectoid cock, nor another, or even a third.

When the human had grown too close to get away, the surprisingly flexible massive cock reared up like a worm before lunging forward. The mouthpiece latched onto Cameron's groin. The four front-most legs slashed forward, cutting through both the exposure suit and Cameron's work pants. As the fabric fell away, the scientist's hard, aching cock was revealed for only a moment before the thick, spongy anemone tendrils slathered across and around Cameron's meat. The sudden attack had elicited a yell of fear as Cameron's blood grew as cold as ice, realizing how foolish he'd been. Brian didn't give him any longer to reconsider.

The huge insectoid cock surged forward, enveloping Cameron's cock in a slimy, velvety embrace where hundreds of filaments massaged and felt up his meat, tugging and pulling and squeezing. Brian threw his head back and howled in both delight and triumph. The collection case thumped as it dropped to the floor. Cameron was paralyzed in shock and surprise, his head starting to spin as the hole in the suit allowed the thick musky air to circulate into his nostrils and lungs. The euphoria only made the tingling spread around his cock feel more intense. It wasn't just tingling. It felt like it was growing larger with every heartbeat. The suction almost felt dangerous, as if the pressure was intense enough to pop off his dick, but it was too good to resist.

Colors and smells and tastes swirled into a chaotic maelstrom. Cameron couldn't tell which end was up, just that his cock was dipping into heaven. Had it been a second or an eternity? However long it had been, Cameron's cock began to dribble and then flow with unprepared precum before spasming as his salty cum finally came, milked out of his shaft and whisked deep into Brian's body. The creature that had once been human let out a murmur of appreciation like one might while tasting a particularly succulent desert.

Humans were predictable in many ways. As Cameron's vision started to darken at the edges and his mind felt ever heavier with each passing second, the mutant fulfilled his biological imperative by pressing his advantage. One of Brian's tendrils, one longer and thinner than the others, threaded its way into Cameron's urethra and down his channel. It tracked its way down, becoming narrower and narrower. It twisted and curved, secreting enzymes and lubricants in addition to the residue of his own orgasm.

Cameron nearly choked as he came again, his cock fluttering all over again. The sensation masked the fact that Brian's tendril had reached the heart of one of the scientist's testicles. The tip of the tendril parted, depositing a pea sized egg that soon adhered to the inside of Cameron's ball. As if to celebrate his victory, Brian used his massive worm-like cock to pull Cameron in even further until his balls were sucked in too. Drool escaped Cameron's lips, pooling in the bottom of his helmet as his entire package was given the best massage and blow job of his life. Every inch of the groin had been tenderized as the ovipositor retracted back into Brian, leaving the human none the wiser.

The pleasure was irresistible. Cameron came until he had no more to give. Every drop had been spent, taken deep inside the monster to marinate the eggs yet to be laid. Cameron looked up with a nearly drunk expression, meeting eyes with Brian. Their gaze remained and Brian came without warning. The velvety, slick silver cum exploded across Cameron's crotch, running down the legs of his suit to pool in his shoes and splatter all over the test chamber's floor. It had been impressive at first, but the flow grew to the point that Cameron popped out of Brian's cock, landing on the floor. As good as it had felt, Cameron thought back to the other scientists that had been exposed.

With great effort, Cameron rolled onto all fours. He reached over and grabbed the case containing the egg and crawled back to the pressure door. He inched his way up, entered the code and squeezed through to the other side. The door slid shut with a hiss and Cameron panted a little before he began tearing off the encounter suit. It would have to be burned, the tapes would have to be altered... How could he have been that foolish, that reckless? It was a rookie mistake to succumb to such base instincts, but he knew that he hadn't been irrevocably contaminated. Brian hadn't gotten his face with his cum. If he had, he would have remained in the room until someone found him.

Cameron stowed the case in the stasis chamber before returning to tearing off the last shreds of his suit. Thankfully Genetech had sprung for the most efficient systems to handle lab supplies and the periwinkle material disappeared down a chute to be incinerated. Cameron used sprays and salves to wash himself down and incinerated the towels before he used the chemical shower to wash himself further. His cheeks were glowing as bright as Bunsen burners as he realized his work pants and boxers had been cut into. He couldn't exactly leave work with a crotch window, or worse, pantsless... The afterglow of the sex was tainted by the near migraine as Cameron tried to figure out how to solve his problem. It wasn't like he brought spare clothes to work. No one in their right mind-

"Hinton..." he muttered, thinking of the intern that always showed up in civilian clothes and changed at work because he didn't want to ride the bus in something so warm. Whether Hinton was working or not, he'd have some form of pants in his locker. It'd be enough for Cameron to finish out his shift, maybe even buy replacements before Hinton figured anything out. Yes, the plan was starting to come together - step one, pants. Step two, ensure no one else discovered his lapse in common sense. Step three, go home and jerk off while remembering the bliss that was Brian's monster cock... A soft exhale of residual ecstasy escaped Cameron's lips as he lived the experience in his mind for just one more moment before he tightened his fists and headed towards the lockers.

[28 Days Ago]

Citrine light radiated through the slits in the plastic blinds, casting across the dark apartment like prison bars. The front door barely clicked as the lock released. Cameron opened it barely wide enough to enter before carefully shutting the door behind himself. The door was double locked, he used his feet to take off his shoes and he felt the cool unforgiving wood floor give way to the soft, spongy throw rug as he crossed the room. Cameron took his jacket off and hung it up before unbuttoning his shirt.

The streetlight from outside crossed the scientist's pale skin, catching the faint dusting of hair on his chest and soft stomach. Cameron exhaled slowly, trying to decompress. He knew that if he had left work early, it would have been more suspicious. Instead, he stayed behind as the night shift came on, putting in a little overtime before eventually excusing himself. The walk home had been sobering, but now? Now what?

"Adam, establish a remote connection to the lab." Cameron said, reaching up to run a hand over his brown hair.

"As a health precaution, may I remind you that it is the middle of the night and you have already been working all day?" A simulated male voice came into the room sonorously.

"Asking permission as you do the thing is a bit redundant." Cameron replied, moving to remove his socks next. Somehow it felt good to remove the trappings of work. Crossing the room again barefooted, Cameron leaned over and pressed a power strip at the edge of his desk. Three different lamps around the room snapped on, casting a soft warm white light that created a cozy ambience. There was also a shimmer next to his computer as a holographic pad woke up and began projecting an eight inch tall figure made of gold light.

"As always, your logic is infallible." Adam replied.

"Has there been any change to the test subject?" Cameron asked. Adam seemed to look toward the ceiling as if thinking. In reality, a complex set of security checks were taking place. Genetech wasn't a fan of data leaving the premises and so the remote work that Cameron could do was limited. A lot of the data was simplified. Test subject was all that Cameron could send or receive about Brian.

"No change from baseline. Subject has entered a sleep cycle." Adam replied. Cameron closed his eyes and nodded, about to settle into his recliner before he realized just how hungry he was... He padded his way into the kitchen, opened the fridge and peered inside. He grimaced slightly. While the shelves were not exactly bare, they did act to highlight how often he'd been eating at work or having delivery. There was a tray of fruit that had slowly decayed due to neglect, none of the fruit pieces quite the color they had started out as. There was a tub of yogurt that he didn't dare open and a pickle jar with one lone pickle left. Cameron sighed and closed the fridge, reaching up to check the cupboards instead. A soft murmur of triumph came as he found two satisfactory candidates; a bag of jerky and a jar of peanut butter. Selecting both and diet cherry soda from the fridge, Cameron returned to his recliner and sank down.

"Any safety or security alerts?" Cameron asked. Adam's simulated smile turned into a frown.

"I am afraid I do not have access to those records." he said. Cameron sighed a little, unscrewing the peanut butter lid.

"I guess it'd be too easy to do a lawsuit if you could offload those files." Cameron said.

"Are you preparing for a lawsuit, Cam?" Adam asked. Cameron's brow knit together.

"What? No, no, AI just... I just wish there was more I could do remotely." Cam said. He popped the freshness zipper on the jerky, pulled out a large piece, and then dipped it into the peanut butter. He scooped up a big dollop and brought it to his mouth, biting into it. He hadn't originally intended to combine the two snacks, but the double hit of protein and salt was incredibly satisfying. His mouth watered all the more as he savored it, chewing up the odd combination of foods before swallowing.

"I am sorry that I have not been able to provide you more of a connection to your work, doctor." Adam said apologetically, lowering his head. Cam pursed his lips a little, popping his soda before taking a swig to break up the residual peanut butter.

"You do fine, Adam. It's not your fault that you can't get past Genetech's security. If it weren't for you, I'd just be talking to myself." Cam said, eating another slice of jerky dipped in peanut butter.

"Having an outlet is an important part of staying healthy. It is also important to have an outlet if you are a desktop hologram." Adam added with a smile. Cam chuckled a little despite himself. Setting his snacks aside, Cam rose back to his feet with drink in hand. He used his spare hand to open the blinds, looking out over the vast and bustling city. It glittered like a a sea of stars beneath a sea of stars. The heavens echoed the city.

"Adam, is there any data you share with anyone else, even on an anonymous basis?" Cameron asked.

"Unlike household assistants from large corporations, I am designed to be a liaison for scientists working for Genetech alone. As such, my only connections are with authorized laboratory servers. I am, however, required to report threats of suicide or workplace violence to the human resources department." Adam stated. Cam sipped his soda.

"So all laboratory notes are kept in confidence?" he asked.

"That is correct. Absolute secrecy must be maintained for the sake of scientific progress, corporate leadership and competitive advancement." Adam replied. Cameron ran a tongue over his lips for a moment, savoring the left over salt.

"Begin new notes, maximum privacy." Cameron instructed. Adam gave a nod and a small chime sounded.

"We began a new experiment today. Tangential exposure to patient zero. Limited exposure time with personal protective equipment on all but one extremity. There was some contamination from the pheromone cloud, but no residual effects. When comparing to previous exposures by subjects alpha, beta and gamma, it seems that direct exposure to the nervous system is required for the psychological effects to take hold. While extreme caution will continue to be required, it seems that there may be forms of exposure, direct or indirect, that would allow for more interaction with patient zero." Cameron said out loud before biting his bottom lip, "End notes and encrypt." Cam added.

"File encrypted and stored on local media." Adam replied. Cameron nodded a little at that before he sat down in his chair, going in for more jerky. It would be foolish to pursue this any further than he had already. It had been a complete lapse in judgment - not only his, but Genetech's as well. A lone scientist left with Brian? It was as if they had learned nothing from the antics of other rogue scientists like Doctor Julian Genoa... But their failure to learn was a blessing for Cameron. He'd gotten away with it... The files had been altered, the evidence expunged - everything except for Brian.

A frown crossed Cameron's lips. Brian had gotten so chatty, speaking out directly to him. What if he bragged about what he had done, or used him as an example to tempt someone else? He'd have to find a way to gain Brian's complicity. With the transformation reaching a plateau, it was time to try other techniques anyway. Perhaps unique foods, a chance to get up and stretch, or perhaps exposure to another test subject... Anything to keep him occupied. Cameron finished off the bag of jerky and used his pinky finger to get a few more scoops of peanut butter before he returned the lid to the container, stretched and returned the containers to the kitchen. He tipped back the soda long enough to drain it before tossing it in the recycling bin.

"Good night Adam." Cameron said as he passed back through the living room on his way to bed.

"Good night, Cam." Adam replied. The three lamps dimmed back to darkness and the golden light of the hologram swirled and returned back into the small projector base. Cam's stomach felt content and his cock still buzzed with leftover excitement from the day... but the rest of his body was mired in exhaustion. Cameron removed the laboratory pants he'd retrieved after borrowing his co-workers bike shorts before he let himself all but fall onto his bed. The sheets poofed up and settled back down and he hastily drew his comforter over just his upper body. His legs were warm and he needed the night air.

As Cameron surrendered himself to sleep, he felt his mind drift back to his childhood home. He'd seen monsters in the shadows of the tree branches outside his room. He'd feared what might lurk underneath his bed, fearing it might slither out and grab onto any part of his body left in the open air. It was as if his blanket could shield him from the monster's grasp. Leaving his legs out seemed dangerous to his childhood imagination, but after letting a being like Brian suck him off, what threat were monsters? He was the doctor, he was in control. A soft smile crossed Cameron's lips as he felt that satisfaction wrap him tighter than any blanket could, and with that, he slipped into a deep slumber.

[26 Days Ago]

Cameron's stress headache stabbed into his brain like a poorly aimed pick. He kept his hazel eyes closed as he tried to imagine excising the offending regions. It had only gotten worse in the Genetech cafeteria. There was so much noise, so much chaos... although the smells were good. He'd never been a fan of the cafeteria, but they must have gotten a better chef. The meat loaf smelled divine, the roasted potatoes heavenly, even the tuna casserole smelled passable. Cameron maneuvered himself along the coffee bar while trying to decide on his main course, filling his mug with the chicory infused coffee. He reached over toward the container that held sugar and tilted a fair amount into his mug.

"It isn't any ordinary day that Doctor Cameron Callister deigns to join the rest of us plebeians. I take it your black level project is going well?" One of the other scientists asked. Cameron opened his eyes and turned, spotting Rand Powell, one of his financing rivals. The long haired blond man smiled with a sharpness to the corners of his mouth.

"You're right, it isn't everyday." Cameron replied, surprising the doctor by accepting the jab. Rand's smile only tightened more.

"I hear requisitions suddenly went up. Ran into a brick wall and you're throwing everything you have at the problem?" Rand asked. Cameron wanted to throw back a sharp and witty retort, but in a strange way that was just what had happened. Cameron forced a smile.

"The only brick wall I might hazard to run into is your comprehension of multi-factor analysis. I am sure if you applied yourself as much to your own projects as trying to pick up crumbs on others, you might be a passable scientist. Enjoy your day, Doctor." Cameron said, heading for the elevator. The idea of having food from the cafeteria no longer seemed palatable. To Cameron's dismay, Rand only smiled more.

"Enjoy your coffee, doctor." he commented as Cameron stepped into the elevator. The doors rumbled close and Cameron began his ascent. Cameron frowned, the expression reflected in the stainless steel of the elevator doors. He raised his mug and sniffed at it. It was clearly too hot to taste yet, but it smelled better if anything. If Rand had done anything to tamper with it, he might have just improved it. Daring to risk burning off the roof of his mouth, Cameron hazarded a sip. Arabica, chicory, and... salt... The sugar had been replaced with salt.

Normally that would have meant a trip back to the cafeteria or being relegated to the coffee from the vending machines, but when the drink hit Cameron's tongue, he couldn't help but savor it. It was as if this was what he'd been missing every morning. He opened his mouth wider, tipping the piping hot coffee back. It was hot, nearly burning, but the skin in his mouth didn't seem to inflame or burn. It was as if he'd enjoyed a particularly hot cinnamon candy and the burning was a friendly, tingling one. Cameron's throat bobbed as he took down gulp after gulp, relishing the salty coffee.

By the time he reached his floor and the doors opened, Cameron let out a sigh of contentment that still held a bit of steam to it. He made it through the general security check point, then the specialized one just for his own team. Then came a zig-zag of corridors and two airlocks before finally reaching his lab. Cameron paused just outside to buy two cans of coffee from the vending machine since he'd already finished his mug before he finally entered. The door hissed a little as it shut behind him. A young man with a pleasantly full afro looked up, his caramel brown eyes optimistic and his plump lips full.

"You're on time!" Hinton said in surprise. Cameron frowned a little.

"Did you think I'd be late?" he asked. The intern shook his head rapidly.

"No sir, it's just that this is the first time I've ever beaten you into work." he admitted. Cameron looked at the young man and considered how he'd spent the morning. He couldn't even blame it on showering. He'd merely combed back his greasy hair, had breakfast and relished how he felt. He hadn't bothered with a bath or shower, hadn't even put on cologne. He didn't smell ripe. If anything, he smelled a bit... metallic?

"Sometimes you just have to cherish the day." Cameron said. Hinton nodded rapidly as if it was sage life advice.

"The night techs say that the test subject has asked for an increase in food." Hinton said. Cameron's eyebrow arched.

"Did they alter anything?" Cam asked. Hinton shook his head.

"No sir, not without your authorization." he replied. Cameron had once found the intern's ever present smile to be borderline obnoxious, but now it seemed somewhat endearing. Cam looked down at the two cans of coffee in his hand, then back at Hinton.

"We've been dealing with a plateau for some time. This might be what breaks us through. Double food provisions, add a salted meat component, and add this." Cameron said, handing Hinton one of his two cans of coffee. Hinton looked almost dumbfounded.

"Is this a control element, sir?" he asked.

"Brian was once human. His metabolism has changed. We cut him off pretty cold turkey from any vices he might have had. It's time to start reintroducing some." Cameron explained. Hinton nodded and stood up, accepting the doctor's words as gospel. He moved off quickly to implement the changes. Cameron popped one can of coffee and tipped it back, though his face screwed up in disgust. It was so sweet. Setting the can down, he reached one hand into the back collar of his shirt to massage at his tired muscles, only to find that his fingers felt a little raw rubbing against the calloused, almost leathery shoulder blades. His skin wasn't just dry, it was tough.

Looking both ways to ensure that Hinton hadn't returned, Cameron pulled up his sleeve to examine his forearms. They were dry, the skin less pliant, and there was a firm bump at the back of his elbow, right where Brian had grown one of his boney spikes. In that moment it came rushing back to him; the feeling of having his achingly hard cock engulfed in a monstrous bug dick, massaging and milking him, rippling against every centimeter, massaging him inside and out. Cameron gasped, remembering that subtle slithering inside his urethra, working deeper and deeper and deeper until it reached his balls. Cameron reached under the desk, shivering as he brushed the tented erection he seemed to be sporting, finding one of his balls... They were both swollen, engorged, and sensitive. Touching them made him clench, squeezing them made him gasp, and massaging them made his dick raised straight up to a nearly painful erection so tall and proud he practically had to lower his office chair.

Beads of sweat emerged from Cameron's forehead as he began to grope himself, using one hand to squeeze his balls and the other to start pinching and squeezing his rod. His lips curled into a nasty expression of self satisfaction until a click sounded from one of the exterior airlocks. Cameron yanked his hands away from himself, huffing in a cold swat, feeling deflated and drained from the lack of completion. The door opened and Hinton moved in, taking his eat again.

"Instructions delivered, sir. The next feeding will be ready in about five minutes." he said with a smile. Cameron nodded mildly, saying nothing, merely looking at his intern. Eric Hinton, eighteen years old. Fresh out of high school. He still had the sculpted arms of a basketball player, but he had a gifted mind as well. So eager to please, so young, so fertile... Cameron imagined knocking him onto those perfect shoulder blades, raising those amazing ass cheeks into the air and spearing into him deep over and over, watching him pant as his pert, suckable lips moaned.

"Sir?" Hinton replied. Cameron coughed a little, snapping back to the present.

"I want a... thermographic study ready. We don't have a good enough understanding of internal processes and the caffeine might help us understand some of his systems better." Cameron struggled to bring his mind back on task. He slowly eased his chair out from the desk, though Cam took extra efforts to turn away and shield his erection from his intern. "Proceed when ready. I'm going to use the bathroom. Not sure everything agreed with me." he added.

"Yes, Doctor." Hinton replied, hoping his boss wasn't getting sick.

Cameron hadn't been forced to run to a bathroom since he was in middle school. It would have been humiliating if he wasn't so horny. He made it to the end of the hall, entered hastily and let his eyes scan along the cream colored tile under the periwinkle colored stalls. No feet, no occupants. Cameron glanced over at the mirror, seeing how his short hair had been slicked back, his skin looking paler than normal... but his shirt was tighter, fuller, and his pants were trite too. He'd grown. A strange grin crossed the doctor's lips. He went to the far end of the bathroom, all but kicking the door in. He swung it back shut, locked it hastily and tore at his pants. His fingers were barely coordinated but he somehow managed to unclasp the button, draw down the zipper and peel back his boxers.

Some small part of Cameron wondered how he hadn't noticed that morning. He was longer than he ever had been, his flesh puffy and swollen. It was firm in sections, then receded where it was softer to create a sort of segmented look. The top of the mushroom shaped head was still puffy and swollen, but the underside had narrowed and tapered into a curved slope. Gazing at it, it looked.... Powerful, dangerous, enticing. Cameron reached out to curve his hand around it, only to wince a little as his hand was prickled by a series of bony spurs that were emerging along the length.

It was just what had happened to Brian, at least in part. Cameron felt a little as though he was experimenting as he reached down along the underside of his dick. The spurs were there, but not the extensions that formed legs. He'd also started forming his exoplating earlier than Brian had. The progression was different. Was it the fact that he'd had his freedom? Sunlight? Exercise? The ability to eat whatever he wanted, which apparently was salt? Or was he just destined to be something else entirely?

As much as Cameron knew he had to worry and plan about his future, he tightened his hand around his mutating cock, squeezing and stroking it, moving his hand forward and back. He moaned, his other hand sinking down to squeeze and fondle his over-sized balls, making sure they were massaged and encouraged. His cock seemed to squirm and throb in his hand even as the spurs dug into the meat of his palms. Cameron's eyes fluttered shut as he kept jacking off faster and harder, imagining that he was fucking every hole Eric had, making the intern his loyal subject, as horny and depraved and desperate as he was until-

"Ahhhhgh!" Cameron nearly choked as his balls throbbed, his cock pulsed and a few wet sticky gobs of pearly cum sputtered out like a cork being popped from a bottle. Right behind the pitiful human ejaculation was a sudden spray of thick, silky, silvery semen that splattered all over the top of the toilet seat before running down the sides, collecting in a puddle of viscous, alien cum. The puddle was impressive, but it was also growing. Cameron hadn't stopped cumming. It came out like a fire hose, pumping out pint after pint. The toilet was full, the floor a mess. Cameron had to take a step back to avoid getting it on his shoes, but at last his flow subsided.

The scientist stood there in front of the mess he'd made, eyes half lidded, shirt stretched even tighter over pectorals that seemed to be swelling and biceps that seemed to be thickening. He panted a little before he ran his tongue over his lips, finding it surprisingly easy to reach. When Cameron's eyes slipped shut and opened again, his irises looked distinctly closer to a shade of bronze than hazel. His teeth seemed a bit sharper. His shirt hung strangely over the bumps on his elbows. Cameron exhaled slowly. It was clear his career at Genetech would be over soon, but he was a survivor. He'd ride it out as long as he could, using it as a springboard for his next move.

[19 Days Ago]

Cameron had never thought fondly of the scientists that secreted themselves away to their office, only deigning to visit the labs for special events and photo opportunities. Despite his dim view on hands-off science, though, he had found such actions becoming more of a necessity. It wasn't merely the fact that he was changing. It was the fact that he could control his office. There was no buzzing of the equipment, the light levels were adjustable, even the humidity of the air. He'd shifted it all to feel more comfortable. He'd adjusted everything to accommodate his physiology, and in turn he had extended some of those same comforts to Brian.

It had taken Cameron almost two days to realize the settings that he'd set his office to resemble that of a cool, dark cave. Just a bit damp but mostly arid, the sort of place a bug might crawl. Brian had appreciated the decrease in illumination the most, saying it helped him to rest his eyes. His egg production had increased, his muscle growth picking up again. He'd even shed his first set of exoskeleton, a fact that had sent at least two of the team insane with scientific curiosity. It was all of it fascinating, and yet Cameron just couldn't focus. He leaned back in his seat, running a hand up under his shirt. His stomach was firm, covered in plates that had gone from feeling like leather a few days prior to feeling like a shell. It had taken very careful clothing choices to hide the spikes on his shoulders and elbow and the baggiest pants he could find.

Rand had tried to poke fun at Cameron, but there was something cold and dark in the glare he shot his rival, something that shut Rand right up. Cameron exhaled in short huffs, reaching down. He unbuttoned his pants, unzipping slowly. The fabric parted and a wriggling, squirming, prehensile cock slithered up into view. It had four rows of barbs along it where the leathery skin became sharp. He'd grown used to the texture, wrapping his fingers in between the barbs, giving his tool a stroke and a squeeze. It responded by elongating and stretching like a lug trying to reach a far off precipice. His balls all but growled as they churned the viscous alien goo within. Cameron ran his tongue over his sharper teeth, his bronze colored eyes glinting.

The scientist tried to jack off, but it wasn't enough. It felt hollow, pointless, far from satisfying in the way he needed. He wasn't meant to pleasure himself, to do this in a vacuum. He was meant for more, to do more, to share that pleasure. He had to be careful, of course. After all, the slightest exposure to the test subject had resulted in his own corruption. It wouldn't be long before he was too altered to return to work, but if he was going to be among people, he might as well enjoy it while he could... A malicious grin crossed Cameron's lips as an idea formed. He licked those lips with a slimy tongue before stuffing his oversized alien cock back into his pants, bundling them up again. He rose to his feet, grimacing slightly. His shoes were too tight on his toes, and he felt an irritation forming where dew claws were trying to poke out from his heels. He'd have to remember to stretch his feet out when he got home.

****

Faint whistled notes came from Eric's lips as he jogged down the hall, pushing his way into the staff bathroom. He checked himself out in the mirror as he moved down the row of stalls, flashing a pearly white grin. Easing into the second to last stall, Eric had almost finished unzipping when he noticed something had changed. He liked the stall because it was far away from the door and he could play on his phone without anyone noticing, but there was refracted light catching the rim of a hole in the stall wall that had not been there earlier that day. Eric froze, his heart leaping in his chest. Was the hole what he thought it was? Did those sorts of things happen in a prestigious science company?

Hesitantly, almost exploring, Eric reached out to run his finger along the rim of the hole. His digits had barely made it through before he felt the soft, hot wet slathering of a tongue. Eric's breath trilled in his chest. He stood there for only half a moment before he dropped his phone into his pocket and started frantically unclasping his pants. He fished out his impressively long dark dick, giving it a few strokes to coax it to full attention before he began sliding it through the glory hole in the bathroom stall.

Eric gasped, both hands slapping against the partition as his cock was welcomed by not only the most skilled fingers he'd ever felt, but also the hottest, wettest mouth. The tongue slithered up and down the underside of his dick as lips closed over him. He shivered as he felt the graze of teeth against his skin, feeling the thrill of danger. It had barely been anything, but just the faintest touch was enough to electrify him. The lips slid down further, the mouth enveloping inch after inch until Eric was pressed as tight against the glory hole as he could manage.

The intern gritted his teeth as he tried to pull back and couldn't. He tried two more times before he slid part way out, getting enough freedom to thrust right back in again. He began to hump the wall, feeling himself slide so deep. Whoever was on the other side had a talent he could only aspire to. He grunted harder and harder, moaning, beads of sweat forming on his brow and in his pits. He found it oddly exhilarating how he couldn't pull back every time he wanted to, having to surrender to the whim of the mysterious stranger.

Eric had developed a bit of a reputation with his flatmates and their friends when it came to stamina, but there was something about this that felt too good and too fast. It was as if the mouth was massaging his cock, milking it, tugging and suckling in ways that no mouth could. He could practically swear there were tiny filaments pulsating and vibrating against his dick. Eric's palms pressed flush with the partition, his back bowed forward, his balls almost aching with how tight they were pressed against the wall below the glory hole. Eric's head tipped back, his lips parted in heated breath before he called out in bliss, cumming hard.

He could feel greedy gulps in the mouth wrapped around his cock. Whoever it was took every drop he had to offer, licking him clean. Eric remained for a few more moments before he slowly pulled back, all but dropping down onto the toilet seat. He'd come in to get away from science, but he'd found something a lot more interesting than fruit ninja. Looking at the hole, Eric realized it was only fair to try and attempt to return the favor. Bracing himself, he crouched down in front of the toilet, bringing his full, pouty lips to the glory hole. He brought them to the ring and opened wide, his tongue wagging a bit to welcome the shaft of the man that had given him the best blowjob of his life.

The wet, sloppy sound of the spray was audible as it echoed through the bathroom. The jet had been powerful, potent and quick. The silver gel splattered across Eric's tongue, filling his mouth in moments before dribbling forward over his chin and running down his shirt. It was as if he'd been hit with a super soaker full of lube, but the liquid wasn't any common substance. It was full of complex molecules and amino acids, pheromones and minerals. The substance was salty, tart, bordering on tannic. It stung and seared into Eric's brain, taking deep root. His already spent cock rose back to full attention, growing harder than it ever had before. His nipples ached as they, too, grew erect. His anus began to clench and unclench, undulating unwillingly.

In moments the black of Eric's irises had spread out across his eyes. One hand began to frantically work his long dick as his lips made out with the glory hole. The other hand draped limply to the side, his brain barely able to coordinate everything going on. A deep, satisfying growl came from Cameron's lips as he brought the head of his malformed, alien cock to the glory hole. He let Eric's tongue tease the tip before the urethra opened wide, accepting the appendage, pulling it in to be assaulted and tantalized by the anemone like filaments inside. Every lick, every thrust of his tongue was rewarded with more of the intoxicating goo.

Cameron played with one of his grapefruit sized balls with one hand, flexing the fingers of the other hand as he admired the claws that had cut the hole so easily in the partition of the bathroom stall. He'd gone too far. He'd smelled the iron tang of blood as the skin on his forehead had burst, letting out the first traces of his new antenna.. Still, if his last act as an employee of Genetech was to reduce his intern to a drooling, hyper horny himbo? Well, Cameron would just have to count that as a win. He gave Eric a few more squirts of his jelly.

"121 Sapphire street, unit 660." Cameron said before pausing, "Do you understand?" he asked.

"121 Sapphire street, unit 660..." Eric muttered in a near monotone. Cameron purred in delight.

"Good boy." he added with a smile, excusing himself from the stall. He crossed the bathroom, each footstep echoing. The sound of tearing cloth came with it as bony spikes tore through the elbow of his sleeves and the shoulders of the shirt. His pants were ill fitting. He'd have to grab a coat on his way out, just long enough to get past security... It wouldn't be long now.

****

The walk back home had revealed to Cameron that he hadn't gotten out of there a moment too soon. His clothes were fraying as they rubbed across his exoskeleton. His armor like plates were slowly expanding, the leathery flesh beneath serving to protect the seams. He felt warm even with the evening breezes blowing across his face, a face that looked more and more tanned by the moment. A hood barely hid the antenna nubs that were stretching out beneath and his mouth tickled and tingled with so many rubbery filaments writhing and wriggling around inside.

Bronze colored eyes looked around, seeing the muted and dull colors of the street but a veritable rainbow of new colors. He saw heat radiating off of the other pedestrians. He saw luminous clouds of vapor spilling out of the exhaust of the cars on the street, each plume almost like swirling metallic watercolors paintings. He saw throbbing green light coming from puddles of rain water. The street was nearly overwhelming to his new senses as it wasn't just his vision, but his sense of smell as well. Everything was stale, sickly sweet and yet sour at the same time.

The door to Cameron's apartment building offered some solace and escape as he squeezed inside, locking the door behind him. He exhaled slowly, although his lips felt oddly numb. He briefly considered the elevator, but the building was too big and too crowded. The odds of sharing such a close proximity with anyone seemed out of the question. He pushed through the door to the stairs and began trudging upwards. His shoes were uncomfortably tight, but by the first landing he'd already started to fray his way through them. By the second landing the leather had grown pale in places before it began to split out, revealing sharp granite colored claws. By the third floor, the shoes had crumbled around insectoid feet, falling away in torn clumps. His claws clicked and clattered on the steps, but Cameron didn't care. His fingers stung and ached as claws pushed out from each digit, grasping the handrails as he propelled himself upwards.

Fabric frayed and tore as elbow spikes emerged, then shoulder spikes. The shirt rode up to reveal an armored abdomen and a rigid back. Cameron ran his tongue over teeth that were sharper and narrower than they had been before. Still he pressed on, climbing higher, yearning to return to his apartment, his nest. His thighs and calves were burning by the fourth floor, more from their mutation than from any exercise. How was it that he could feel so warm and brittle at the same time he felt cold and wet? A clear ichor like substance began to dribble and run down his pant legs as his lower extremities began to pop and snap, segmenting and splitting out.

He grunted, stomach churning and gurgling. His clawed hand came down on the guard rail, but it too began to split and segment. What had once been skin hardened, growing thicker on the outer edges and thinner on the interior. His wrist popped, his forearm snapped, his elbow clicked and then his right arm separated into two. A flex and a bend of the left prompted the same division. The new appendages were thinner but dangerously sharp. He flexed and moved, feeling their strength. He gave a sharp toothed grin, eyes almost glowing.

The fifth floor came and went. Cameron had torn his pants from his lower half, casting them aside as his legs split into four and he powered on. The sound of his ascent had grown quieter, diffused by so many limbs. He reached his floor and nearly burst through the door, coming through the threshold and down the hall like a blur, scuttling as he went. He'd reached his apartment in record time. The lock popped, snapping under the sudden torque. Cameron didn't care, barely spending the effort to turn his head on half a glance. No one had seen, no one knew. He wasn't sure if he was relieved or disappointed.

Cameron took up nearly the entire doorway as he squeezed into his apartment, closing the door behind him. It stayed in place, though the broken doorknob had removed any chance of it securing tightly. Cameron stumbled across the room, barely processing that he no longer had his wallet, his keys, his cell phone. They'd been littered along the stairwell like detritus or a worn out husk. Maybe he'd send his pet to fetch it, the human that would soon come to pleasure him.

A deep, vibrating clicking came from the diaphragm inside Cameron's chest - his version of a pur. He'd made the intern loyal so quickly. It had been a wonder to see his eyes go dark, to see the hunger take root. Maybe he could convert others as easily, make a harem of supplicants. They'd all drink from him, feed him, nourish his eggs... Cameron hesitated, pressing his hand down to steady himself as he realized he might not be able to leave the apartment.

"State your identity!" The golden hologram demanded as it appeared. Cameron turned his head, looking down at the unexpected presence.

"Adam..." Cameron growled. If it was possible for a digital construct to look surprised, Adam did.

"Doctor? Your vital signs are unchartable! What has happened?" Adam asked.

"Set a new baseline...." Cameron commanded, knowing that there was no way Adam would be familiar with his physiology. Adam seemed to hesitate, processing.

"Is this a permanent change?" Adam asked, hedging his bets.

"I hope I keep changing..." Cameron said, scuttling over to admire himself in the mirror. Without the trappings of his clothing, he looked fine! His pecs were full, his abdomen flat and his shoulders broad. He was armored, alien, and yet... still too human. He reached up, feeling his cheeks, his ears. It wouldn't take much more to complete the process. He just needed a catalyst, something to nudge him over the tipping point.

The minutes trickled by as Cameron made his way to the fridge, nearly ripping the door off the hinges. Plastic containers and cardboard cartons toppled to the floor as they were emptied. The corrupted scientist was left deliberating whether or not he wanted to eat the frozen food as well when he heard the front door wobble as it swung open and hit the entryway wall. A menacing smile crossed the insect's distorting face, his cheek flesh hardening and taking on a bronzy color. Once more that deep, clicking growl of pleasure emanated from Cameron's abdomen as he stepped out of the kitchen and turned to face the door.

Eric stood there, panting gently. He had obediently followed instructions. His eyes remained solid black orbs, his normally rich brown flesh looking somehow more slate black in shade. There was a wet spot in the front of his pants and his tongue looked discolored, faintly purple where it remained inside his mouth as he caught up on his breath. Cameron couldn't help but sweep forward, reaching one clawed hand to stroke the intern's cheek. At the touch, Eric seemed to wake up from his hypnosis. His dark eyes blinked and he looked up, inhaling sharply as everything came back to him in a flood.

"Cam... Cameron?!" he asked, shock apparent on his face.

"It is me, or at least what I've become, what I was meant to be..." Cameron said, still petting Eric's cheek with one hand while another started tracing down his stomach.

"But the containment protocols, Brian, he-" Eric was cut off as a clicking came from Cameron's mouth.

"We all know Genetech doesn't care about containment protocols. They learn as much from the lab accidents as they do the lab successes. All it took was one foolish assumption for me to be blessed, and for me to bless you. We should have put that glory hole in a long time ago..." Cameron said. Eric's eyes widened again as he looked down at the ever present erection in his pants, then the insectoid hand curling around to squeeze it and massage it. Eric shuddered, looking back up.

"Will I become like you?" Eric asked, equal parts curiosity and fear in his voice. Cameron leaned in closer.

"I don't know..." he murmured softly, "Brian did not become like the alien, and I did not become like Brian... But I know whatever you become, you will be beautiful." Cameron whispered before he leaned in and kissed Eric. Their lips pressed for a moment, Cameron running his corrupted tongue across Eric's most delicious lips. There was only a moment of hesitation and doubt before Eric opened wide, his lips proving themselves to be well practiced. A salty, human tongue plunged into Cameron's mouth and he welcomed it, savoring the saliva as he let the tongue caress the anemone like extensions inside his own mouth.

Eric didn't resist as he felt his clothing cut, torn, and separated from his body. The cloth fell away in scraps to reveal his fit, healthy physique. His back arched as Cameron's two free arms played with his puffy, swollen nipples. Eric's shoelaces were cut by toe claws, his pants sliced down from hip to ankle on one side and then the other. As the fabric was cast aside, another growl came from Cameron in realization that his intern wore no underwear... Come to think of it, there hadn't been any when he'd borrowed his intern's pants in the locker room. How often had this young man been in the lab, freeballing everything?

Cameron gave his partner's thick, hard rod a few more strokes and squeezes, keeping him hard and aroused. Eri was putty in his hands, but he had no idea of the true bliss that was coming. While the scientist had truly become something else, his former manhood was truly his most impressive feature. The shaft was segmented, prehensile, alien and enormous. While it paled in comparison to Brian's, it was as big as one could get and still be able to move around. The shaft reared itself up as if eyeing Eric's down, the urethra pulsating and drooling sticky alien precum.

Centimeter by centimeter, it advanced up until it began to nuzzle and nudge Eric's cock like fond lovers kissing. The urethra began to spread, allowing the anemone-like tendrils inside to massage the flesh as it was exposed. The rubbery flesh was surprisingly pliant as it expanded, stretching around and engulfing the head of Eric's cock. Eric went to moan, but he was rewarded with a long serpentine tongue slipping down into his throat. His dark eyes rolled into the back of his head as he felt Cameron's cock slipping around his shaft, constricting and massaging the length with ministrations that no human could have ever imagined.

Cameron's body was thrumming with anticipation. All four arms swept around to hold Eric in place, his multiple legs braced to support their combined weight. Inch after inch, Cameron's cock swallowed Eric's into its depths. The long tongue plumbed Eric's throat, ensuring it was ready before it retracted again. After all, the human needed to breathe, at least for now. Eric gasped for breath, though the gasp turned into more of a moan as Cameron's cock easily reached the base of his shaft.

For a moment there was only wriggling and undulating, but then the pressure began to build. Eric's muscles tightened slightly as he felt an unexpected stinging sensation, but the stinging gave way to a numb tingling that felt oh so good. Cameron was pushing a slippery goo up into Eric's passage, overriding the body's natural inclination that liquid of any sort would pass only one way. As the substance saturated the flesh, Eric's cock began to bloat and grow, stretching longer and fatter and fuller, all while enveloped inside of Cameron's alien cocoon.

Eric's groans grew more insistent as he felt the changes. His heart was racing, his fingers digging into his palms. He'd fallen back without realizing it, cradled by Cameron's multiple limbs. Cameron growled with contentment, waiting for the intern's moans to reach fever pitch before he released. Eric fell silent, eyes snapping wide. It felt as if his cock had just taken a gulp of something... and then another... and another... Eric's head wobbled, spinning with ecstasy as Cameron fed his cock the nectar of their kind. His expression grew distant, the smile on his face ephemeral as he could feel his cock drinking.

Cameron could smell the human's scent changing, taking on the tannic, metallic aroma of their kind. He could feel the young man's balls swelling and descending, his sack stretching as his testicles were mutated into something else. The cock inside of Cameron's rod had already stretched to twelve inches, then fourteen. Eric's impressive pectorals had firmed, as had his biceps and triceps. His full, round ass had started to swell larger. Cameron couldn't help his scientific inclination, even in this situation. Would Eric gain a gaster like an ant? Would he become another branch of their kind entirely?

Somewhere in Cameron's stomach there was a different kind of rumbling, a gurgling, a new urge. It seemed related to all of the eating he had done earlier, but different... He brought his lips back to Eric's, using rubbery mandibles that slipped out of his mouth to pry the human's mouth open. Their tongues gently rubbed against one another, but a new rush of salty goo began to pour into Eric's mouth. It was the distilled nutrition that Cameron had prepared, each swallow infused with tightly packed genetic agents to work their magic on Eric.

The inside of the intern's mouth became rough, then bumpy, then squirming as he developed the same tendrils that his precursors had. His fit arms grew firm bumps that hardened into little barbed spikes in long rows. His forehead grew ashy and dry before cracking to reveal freshly grown antennae. His fingernails darkened to bronze, then black, growing stiff and hard before sinking further into his finger as newly minted claws. Cameron took great pride in how fast Eric was growing, how fast he was changing.

Eric's body twitched and shook gently, new nerve endings cross wiring into his extremities, making his pulsating foot and a half long dick even more sensitive as it drank down the nectar into melon sized balls. hIs stomach had started to stretch and distend, but what would have normally been a jiggling ball of skin and fat was protected by dark brownish-black armor plating. Each segment was joined by tough leathery flesh that allowed for flexibility while still trying to offer some form of protection.

While Eric had lain limp in Cameron's arms for the last several minutes, strong arms reached out to embrace his partner. His legs slowly wrapped around the insectoid's waist, holding him close. His back arched as his huge dick started to grow so long that it was gently pressing out of Cameron's massive dick. The flesh that emerged was no longer human. It was jet black, segmented like a worm, thicker than a bottle of water and far, far longer. There were four rows of bumps along the cock, allowing it to grip and anchor if Eric wanted to.

A strange, hissing puff of air escaped Eric's lips as his mouth was stretched by rubbery mandibles. They were usually retracted, an optional feature, but one that he was proud to display. Dark brownish blood escaped from his elbows as sharp curved spikes all but ejected themselves from his elbows before. Likewise, his shoulders grew sharp and dangerous. His exoplating firmed and hardened, though it popped and cracked as the flesh beneath it grew as well. Carbon hardened along his spine to encase the calcium rich bone, stretching Eric taller. His legs and arms thickened, taking on mass and bulk as new steel strength tendons attached and anchored themselves.

While Cameron had been proud of just how fast he was converting his partner, he was taken aback by just how fast he was gaining mass. Eric's lower half had grown heavier as his ass had continued to stretch and swell, the upper shelf taking on hard exoskeletal plates while the underside remained stretch and full. Every gulp that Eric took from either his mouth or his dick seemed to nourish the growth of his insectoid gaster as it filled and rounded, taking on a teardrop shape similar to those of ants.

Cameron growled and hissed with pride, though he felt the rumblings of hunger. He'd given Eric almost everything he had, but that was okay. They could feed together, refuel and rejuvenate before they corrupted more humans, raising an army to free Brian and perhaps even the alien that had started the change in them all. Cameron smiled deeply with delight at the idea, with the plan forming in his mind. It was only a faint sting in his antennae that warned him of the threat before it happened.

All four windows in Cameron's apartment broke at once. The spray of glass rained across the carpet, the finer pieces landing on Adam's holographic projector. Golden light sizzled and distorted across the apartment like a prismatic disco ball. The windows had been broken by metallic canisters the size of milk jugs. The ends snapped and a sulfur smell began to billow outward. Dark blue gas billowed across the floor, building upward rapidly.

A menacing screech escaped Cameron's lips as he reluctantly dropped Eric and charged for the apartment door. As he reached the threshold, a metallic webbing snapped forward, anchoring itself in the walls. As he touched it, he was hit with a sizzling jolt of electricity that sent him sprawling back, twitching for a moment. The blue fog curled around his head, his vision starting to grow cloudy. Cameron rolled over onto all eight limbs and lifted himself back up, antenna sticking upright, mandibles clacking. He charged toward the window only to freeze before another webbing appeared over the window, then the next, then the next.

Cameron turned his head to see Eric rise to his new insectoid feet, his massive cock dribbling pre. He looked at his corruptor, his partner and mate before he crumpled and fell into the fog that had already reached waist height. Cameron looked around, grabbing anything within reach. He threw it at the webbing that covered the windows to try and break through the barrier, to breach it before... before what? Before he... The thoughts wouldn't come. Cameron stood there, a broken lamp in one hand and a kitchen knife in the other. The massive beast wobbled, stumbled, and then collapsed.

The blue fog swirled as it was displaced, already pouring out of the windows and down into the hall. There was a crackle of radio static, muffled voices behind gas masks. Somewhere outside there was a thrumming pulsation of a pair of helicopters approaching the building. The gas was still thick but the containment team waded their way through, finding the two beings that had days before been ordinary humans. One raised a hand to their helmeted head, relaying back to base that the targets had been neutralized.

[Today]

A painful ringing in Cameron's ears made him somewhat regret that he still had them, even if they had changed. His head ached beyond measure. At least his lungs felt okay. Cameron opened his eyes before immediately shutting them again, wincing back the sharp violet light. He focused on his breathing a few times before he opened them again. As Cameron looked around, he was struck by how much the structure appeared to be the interior of some sort of cargo container... The metal was ribbed and corrugated, but there were bulkheads similar to those in an aircraft.

"C-Cam?" A soft voice asked. Cameron turned to see Eric crumpled against the wall, a makeshift crash harness spread across his strong body. Cameron tried to get up, hissing as he was tangled in similar restraints. Clawed fingers made short work, cutting through the straps. He scrambled across the bay over to his partner and cut him loose, pulling him into his four arms, holding him there as he looked around sharply for threats.

There was nothing but the sound of the wind. The light pouring in from the open cavity at the end of the cargo container was violet. It gave the dusty ground a strange purple-orange hue that seemed completely foreign. Cameron returned his attention to Eric, making sure he was alright before he scuttled down the length of the structure and carefully peered outside. The landscape was arid, more of the same dust and rock they could see from inside. Every thirty meters or so, however, were tall structures jutting out of the soil like ant hills or termite mounds. In the distance was a plateau with octagonal recesses carved out of it like some sort of hive.

"What happened? Where are we?" Eric asked, slowly rising to his feet. Cameron said nothing. He wasn't sure what to say.

"We are home..." A calm, confident voice echoed gently inside their minds. Eric tightened up on himself a little, but Cameron recognized the voice.

"Brian?" Cameron asked. If one could feel a laugh, it swept over them both.

"For now, until I come up with a better name. Come to me, my brothers, I am in the foothills." Brian's voice filled their minds.

"I don't understand..." Cameron admitted, taking a step out of the structure, looking up to see a purple star far above - or maybe it was a different color, filtered through an alien atmosphere, or maybe his eyes just perceived color differently. It was all so much to adapt to.

"I had the same questions you did when we arrived into this world." Brian replied, his voice so reassuring, so soothing, "Did you know that your employers had a standing contract with another world? Technology in exchange for resources, human resources... The Gigans are explorers, but when they find a world they can't inhabit, they do not change that world. They change their colonists to fit that world."

"They changed us..." Cameron said. His antennae twitched as he sensed Eric coming up behind him. He wrapped two arms around Eric and pulled him close protectively.

"A king to populate the colony, a guardian to protect it, and the first citizen of many to inhabit it. The Gigan seek only life lived easily, full of simple accomplishment and pleasure. This world has bountiful resources if you know where to dig, but they needed citizens that could tolerate the salts, the 'noble' gasses. They needed us." Brian explained. It was as if his voice carried across the wind.

Cameron felt his feet pressing into the soil, sinking into the dirt of an alien world. Eric was looking around as well, although there was a smile on his face. He seemed to be savoring the violet light as it soaked into his exoskeleton, warming him. His gaster was practically throbbing as it wobbled behind him, glistening in the light. Cameron was still a little more hesitant, taking it all in.

"And what am I to guard?" Cameron asked, still saying the words out loud despite the fact that he was sure Brian could hear his very thoughts. Once more there was a ripple of laughter through the air that filled them both.

"You will protect the colony, our future, our children..." Brian said. Cameron's antenna stretched upright in surprise.

"Our children?" he repeated. Another wave passed over both of them, this time one of lust. Cameron and Eric both gasped as their cocks seemed to respond, wriggling and pulsing, stretching out to full arousal.

"We will make such wonderful children together... My first clutch of eggs have already started to hatch. My sons are making such a beautiful throne room for us, but this is a vast world. Come to me, my brothers, fill your king with all the seed you have to give, become the fathers of generation after generation. We came into this world to fill it with such joy..." Brian called to them, the yearning strong in his voice. Cameron turned his head, looking back at the way they had come.

The landscape was littered with three of the cargo containers, the ends blown off with explosive charges. The sudden change to the atmosphere must have been what caused the headache he felt. There were cargo crates there stamped with the Genetech logo, no doubt supplying what they could offer their alien partners to claim a new world. Cameron gasped as he felt an antenna touch his. He turned to look into Eric's eyes. Eric smiled, reaching up to caress Cameron's cheek fondly.

"I think you will make an amazing father. After all, you made me the man I am today..." Eric whispered. Cameron murmured before he leaned in and kissed Eric, filling his mouth and throat with the long serpentine tongue of their kind. Eric eagerly welcomed the tongue, using his esophagus to massage and tug on the tongue before releasing it. The two parted with a slimy string of saliva connecting their mouths until Eric swallowed it up greedily.

Still embracing one another with one arm, the two insectoid men began walking towards the plateau, leaving footprints in the dust that were far from human. They were not the aliens in this world. This was theirs now. The human cargo containers would be broken down in time to serve them in a way that was not so much an eye sore, but they would disappear into the landscape, a part of it. The petty, competitive, soulless struggle of their Earthly lives was gone. They had come into this world as the first members of a great society.