Nesting Phase, Part 2 (People to Alien Broodmothers TFTG Preg)

By FoxFaceStories

A Commission for KillerMonkey

Two couples out camping are awed when they see a bright blue meteor shower, and even get to see and touch an asteroid piece that lands near them. Unfortunately, it crumbles after they touch it, and the two couples return home to their apartments. Little do they know they have been infected with an alien virus, one that shall soon turn them into alien broodmothers destined to make their entire apartment tower their hive. Perhaps the changes won’t be all bad, however. Perhaps they might even be pleasurable . . . 

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The strange experience of the meteor shower stayed with the group, even as they returned to their lives at their shared apartment complex. Mick and Sharon still had some time off work, but despite their love of travelling they actually opted to stay home. It just . . . felt right to do so. Pete and Lily felt much the same, but his towing business required him to be up and about, while Lily had a shift at the library. They went their separate ways for their respective jobs, but all the while there was an innate sense of wrongness they both experienced. Both simply felt the urge to nest up with one another in their apartment, holding one another, naked in their arms.

Nest. That word reverberated around Pete’s skull as he drove around town. As he towed a vehicle for the city after receiving a call, he almost lost focus completely on where he was even meant to take it, which was back at the lot.

“God, I just want to go home and nest,” he said aloud to himself. “Just fucking nest. With Lily. Jesus, I want that woman.”

He’d been thinking a lot about her, too. Pete had always fancied himself a manly man. He liked to be the dominant one in the relationship. He worked out, cultivated an alpha-male image, and loved sports and the outdoors and all things that were traditionally masculine. Yet despite this, his sex life with his wife had become strained at times. He loved her, he truly did, and something about her quiet, fastidious, and nerdy nature appealed to him. But he would be lying if he said that he didn’t secretly fantasise about having a trophy wife: a woman who wasn’t lithe and thin but curvy and sexy, with a big pair of tits and a sultry nature, obsessed with pleasing him and dressing up in the hottest of outfits. It had made him less enthusiastic for sex at times, or otherwise less attentive to Lily’s needs.

But now he wasn’t lacking enthusiasm at all. In fact, his desire for Lily was skyrocketing in her absence, and just the thought of her was making him hard as iron. It was a good thing that most of his job involved him driving, because otherwise he’d be mighty embarrassed.

“Just nest up with Lily,” he mumbled to himself. “Fuck her brains out. Let her fuck me. Make a baby together, or more babies.”

He blinked for a moment, even as he delivered the towed vehicle to the city lot. Had he just said out loud that he wanted babies? It had always been a matter of discussion between them, but never ironed out. Now . . . now the thought of them making a ton of babies seemed so very hot.

“I really need to get home and get laid,” he said, smirking. “Hope Lily is ready to handle all this manliness coming her way.”

The statement couldn’t have been more ironic. Pete hadn’t noticed yet, but his face was softer today, his shaved chin looking like it had never grown any hair at all, lacking even the thin stubble. His hair had grown a little. He liked to keep it short, but now it was snaking down to fall past his ears. The rest of him had also changed; he was getting thinner overall, more petite. The macho man’s physique was still muscular, but it was becoming lithe muscle, and this was coupled with a growing softness in his chest and hips and rear. It was all too subtle to notice so far, but he was feminising. The alien comet was having its effects. It wanted its glorious broodmother empress, and the foreign programming was racing through his system. 

Pete’s stomach growled, and he patted it, not noticing that some of the hard-earned muscle had melted away.

“Jeez, I’m hungry,” he said. “I might grab a burger on the way home. Or two. Or three.”

Or perhaps four. He was quite hungry. His body, without him knowing it, needed fuel for further change.

***

Lily was utterly red with embarrassment. She’d never done that before, had never conceived of doing that before! But the simple fact was that she was hornier than she could ever remember, even worse than her fantasising teen years, and it had become impossible to serve at the desk of the library as a result. It didn’t help that her nipples were so very stiff and swollen, aching for her husband’s touch. And so she’d done the unthinkable: she’d actually snuck off to the bathroom for a brief moment and masturbated in the privacy the stall offered. 

She still couldn’t believe she’d done it, and yet it had been wonderful. Her desire for her husband was just that great, and she’d never been the most libidinous individual. It was like something had changed after finding that strange meteor, the one they’d put on their shelf for display. Certainly, her breasts seemed fuller today, and she could have sworn that her hips were wider, giving her a more hourglass figure. Even her face seemed just that bit more pretty; several of her coworkers and even some older female customers had complimented her on this. 

“It’s just so bizarre,” she said aloud to herself. “It’s like the whole camping experience rejuvenated me. Ugh, I wish I could go home and nest with Pete, though. Mick and Sharon are too lucky. I bet they’re making so many babies right now.”

She paused, not quite knowing why she had said that. Her hand went automatically to her stomach, which was flat as ever, though feeling a bit more trim and . . . toned, perhaps. Did she want babies? She knew she did, but they planned to wait another year or two, right? Pete was always so noncommittal.

“He shouldn’t be,” she mumbled to herself as she cleaned up and got ready to head back into the library proper. “He should want babies just as much as me. Even more, in fact. God, I want him to have babies. I mean, for him to give me babies.”

She shook the thought from her mind, and headed back out. Her absence would be noted, and she didn’t want that. Of course, her present was also noted by various figures in the library, especially men. Lily didn’t realise it, but her form had become just a little taller, her body more athletic. Combined with a more impressive backside and a whole cup size growth in the chest, and she was looking quite lovely.

Lily had no idea, but she’d just become a sexy librarian.

Of course, her stomach proceeded to growl quite loudly, and she made a quick detour to purchase a sandwich from the in-library cafe. Well, four sandwiches, and a wrap. And a soft drink. She placed these, somewhat unprofessionally, at the desk, snacking away as she helped customers find books and order new ones for them.

The sexy librarian phase would not last long. She didn’t know it, but she was feeding future growth with her intake of calories, and she would be very surprised at just how different her body would become. Totally inhuman, in fact.

***

Sharon struggled to regain her breath.

“Oh my God, Mick,” she panted, clutching her man. “That was something else. Has something gotten into you?”

“Gotten into me? What’s gotten into you? Other than me, of course.”

She giggled at that as they clung to one another’s naked forms in their bed.

“I mean you were ripping my clothes off, woman,” Mick said. “And all that talk of babies . . . seriously hot.”

His hippie wife bit her lip as she smiled. “I think that was the Earth Mother speaking through me, or something. I swear, my eggs are going off now, babe. I know the doctors said we couldn’t have kids. I don’t want to get our hopes up, but . . .”

Mick nodded. “But you think we can have them. Something’s changed. I’m feeling the same sensation, honey. I have no idea what kind of revelation we’ve both had on that camping trip, but it’s like my whole perspective has changed. I really do think that if we tried, we can get you pregnant. I don’t know how I know, but I do.”

“Exactly,” Sharon said. She placed a hand on her flat belly. “I can feel it, I swear.”

“I really want to put a baby . . . I want us to have babies.”

Mick wasn’t sure why he’d refrained from saying ‘put a baby in you’ to his darling wife. Perhaps it was that just one baby didn’t seem to be enough. He wanted . . . well, he wanted a lot more than one, suddenly. But it also didn’t seem right for Sharon alone to bear them. His thoughts didn’t go very far beyond that; he simply wanted to be part of the process too, somehow.

Sharon reached out and touched her husband’s face. She blinked.

“Honey, your beard is gone.”

“Oh, yeah. I, uh, shaved it this morning. It just didn’t feel right.”

“One good razor. The skin was so smooth. It changes the angles of your whole face. You seem almost . . . beautiful.”

Mick wasn’t a macho man type like Pete, but he still was a burly fellow who worked in the trades. He exuded masculinity in a more self-assured, less showy way. And yet he was only just now realising that his quite hairy body was now almost entirely hairless, and that his powerful physique had slimmed. Even his hair had lost its coarseness, growing longer and shining a little.

“Am I changing?” he said, momentarily self aware.”

Sharon began stroking his chest with her fingers, playing with his slightly swollen nipples. “No more than me,” she purred. “I think the forest blessed us. I felt such a great aura while I was there. I mean, just look at these babies.”

She shook her shoulders, letting her breasts wobble. She was normally very flat chested, but now they had to be C-cups at least. It was an impossible change, but then so was her broader flanks, her longer hair, her more curvaceous backside - that in particular was getting quite prominent.

“Mhmm, I think I want to taste them, my queen,” Mick said. He’d never called her ‘queen’ before, but it felt so natural before. As did what came next.

“Then let’s get pregnant, husband,” Sharon declared. “Another round or three should do it. God, I can feel the need!”

They adjusted, her clambering on top of him, and soon he was hard inside her, she bouncing on him aggressively, taking all of him inside her. When he came it was purest ecstasy for both of them, and his seed flowed into her. But something passed into him too, without either knowing it. And now he too, had another seed of change ready to bloom.

In the aftermath, both of their stomachs growled.

“You stay, love,” Sharon said, kissing him on his smooth, hairless face. “I’ll get us some food.”

But he reached out and grabbed her hand. Her brown, braided hippie hair swung about dramatically.

“No,” he said. “I’ll cook up some food for us. I can’t explain it . . . but it’s my role. I need to feed my queen.”

Sharon smiled. “I feel it too. Feed me away, my glorious servant.”

***

The following day, Pete and Lily invited Mick and Sharon over for dinner. They hadn’t intended to catch up with their friends so early, especially given that they were probably planning for another trip while Pete and Lily were back at work. And yet . . . something had compelled the invite, and Mick and Sharon had readily accepted so quickly. Moreover, Mick had insisted on being the one to make all the food, and while Pete normally would have pushed back on this a little, the notion of their resident ‘feeder’, as he’d started thinking of him, serving their cohort was rather wonderful. And so the night was on, and Mick and Sharon were nearly ready to come over.

“How do I look?” Lily asked, spinning about in her new dress. She’d bought it on a whim, and it was far outside of her usual dressed-down demeanour. This thing was a rather tantalising black dress with a starlight pattern. It clung to her form, showing off the new curves she’d impossibly developed. Her breasts were now double-D cups, and Pete couldn’t stop looking at them, or occasionally giving a light, playful slap upon her rondure behind.

“You look ravishing, my dear,” Pete said. “Seriously, I want to ravish you. Again. So many times.”

She giggled, tossing her blonde hair. She put her glasses on, and then . . . took them back off. Her vision seemed fairly normal without them, for once. Incredibly sharp, even.

“Oh, but we’ve had so much sex. So much hot, babymaking sex, honey. God, I really hope I’m - we’re - pregnant.”

“I know. We will be,” Pete said. “And then I can be your mighty protector.”

Something about the comment stung Lily in a way it never had. “Actually,” she said. “I think . . . this time, I’ll be protector. Your warrioress. I mean, I’m looking fitter lately, right?”

She flexed her muscles, and indeed she was athletic. The alien programming and all the additional meals had already strengthened her, and Pete marvelled at this.

“Yes, wow. Holy shit, you’re getting . . . I would be more than happy for a beautiful creature like you to protect your empress. Sorry, I mean, emperor. Obviously.”

The doorbell rang before they could push past the mental blocks keeping them from realising what was happening. Mick and Sharon entered, and they too had changed dramatically. Both men embraced in a huge, but separated due to the sensitivity in their chests. Both had longer hair and feminised faces, and were less bulky than before, especially Mick. Pete had a moment of humiliated awareness, but it faded as he smelled the food.

“Oh wow, what’s this!”

Mick beamed with pride as he and Sharon brought the steaming tubs of food in.

“Pork ribs with a whole host of steamed vegetables and mashed potato, a classic! I’ve also done up some lovely sticky date pudding and Sharon here has the ice cream. And, I hope you don’t mind, I took the liberty of making some salmon roll hors d'oeuvres to snack upon, and some lovely red for us to enjoy across the whole meal.”

This received a wonderful reception, and the four relaxed in the lounge, snacking straight away with great enthusiasm. All four were very hungry, but Pete and Sharon especially, who were itching for the main course to be served almost immediately. Praise was heaped upon Mick for the great food, and he was surprised to find himself quite emotional in response. Being praised for his cooking was always a good feeling, but now it felt like . . . a life purpose, somehow. The reason for this was the alien programming from the meteor, which was situated above the fireplace before them. 

“It’s so beautiful,” Sharon whispered. “Truly a gift from the forces of the universe.”

“I don’t know about that,” Lily said. “I’m a woman of science myself. But it truly is beautiful. Does anyone feel . . . stronger, in its presence?”

“A little,” Pete said. “Honestly, I feel just a little puffed up. Bloated. Not in a bad way. Just kind of . . . bigger.”

“Wow, me too,” Sharon said. She gestured to her body, which had become lovelier and certainly fuller in all the right female ways. Mick put an arm around her as they lounged on the couch, grinning.

“I’d say you’re bigger alright! In fact, if you don’t mind me saying, Lily, you’re looking a bit bigger in the chest too!”

They had drunk some wine by this point, and everyone was all cheery. Even Lily, who normally would have been aghast at this point, giggled. “Pete certainly doesn’t mind. I swear, ever since that camping trip, it’s like we’re totally in synch.”

“In the bedroom?” Sharon asked, grinning. “Because I swear Mick and I have the same energy at the moment. Total primal earth energy.”

They all chuckled, lounging up against one another and swapping stories. As they did so, the calories and nutrients they had just consumed began to nudge their changes further. Each of the members present began to remove outer garments as a sense of heat rose, the warmth of changes being fueled. Lily breathed a little heavier as her muscles began to develop further. She didn’t even noticed, but her bicep muscles were now visible even when relaxed, and her thighs had become quite muscular. Her stomach, which had always been so thin and petite, appropriate for her nerdy nature, now began to develop muscles - actual visible abs, not that they could be seen just yet, until she raised her shirt a little without thinking, letting Pete stare at her stomach in admiration.

“I didn’t realise you’d been working out, hon,” he said, a tiny bit disturbed. 

“I haven’t, I - oh! I guess . . . I guess the camp did me some good after all!”

Pete nodded, and Mick and Sharon admired her increased musculature too. No one comments on the fact that there was a slight pale blue tinge to Lily’s skin; they hadn’t noticed that yet. But then, Pete’s skin had a slight purple tinge, and Mick’s a green colouration, as if slightly sickly, and Sharon - appropriate given her love of auras of this hue - had developed a pink tinge. She did not develop much in the way of muscles, but her breasts did begin to surge forth, and her ass swell in her shorts, becoming a little uncomfortable as the night proceeded. Mick was also swelling, and his rear even more than his own wife, to the point where it seriously looked like he’d had an over-the-top big butt lift surgery. Pete continued to scratch his chest. It was getting weirdly itchy, and Mick was much the same in this regard. But Pete had also developed two annoying pumps beneath his arms, which he attributed to some rash, without giving it much thought. 

All of them were now in the second stage of change. The mental configuration towards their ultimate roles was becoming more and more hardcoded, while the growth of their future broodmother body parts was in its initial stages. Pete and Mick were both developing breasts, but also pairs of nipples below said breasts, which would also soon balloon. The women of the group were only getting bustier, but they too were developing extra pairs of breasts. All present were experience strange growths to their behinds, but simply being in the presence of the meteorite above the fireplace affected them in strange ways, making it almost impossible to realise fully what was going on, and to wave off any bizarre changes. In fact, despite her normally thin nature, Lily was becoming oddly proud to have a very prominent backside. She continued to rub her skin, yearning for it to change texture, for reasons she wasn’t sure of, and soon everyone was doing the same.

“I think - I think we should pack up,” she said.

“Aww, really?” Sharon said. “We’re having so much fun.”

Mick placed a hand on her shoulder. “She’s right. We can head back to our place. We’re just down the hall, babe. We’ll break out some more food. Trust me guys, from now on I’ll be feeding all of you, I insist.”

Sharon assented, stroking her hand down her husband’s chest in front of their friends. “Very well. I guess we could . . . continue breeding. I want you to breed me, remember?”

She blushed a little at how forward she was being, but rather than find this revolting, Lily grabbed Pete in an uncharacteristic display of dominance and pulled him against her muscular form. She was as tall as him now, and for a moment it surprised him.

“We need to breed too,” she said. 

Pete shuddered, his arousal great - not just in his cock but his nipples too. And two spots below them that would be nipples shortly.

“Yes,” he said. “God yes. I want you to fuck me, honey. I want your babies.”

“I guess we’ll leave you to it, then!” Mick said, laughing. He shook Pete’s hand, and the two women embraced, Lily now taller and bigger than Sharon.

“Take care, Mick,” Pete said. “And try to keep that excitable wife of yours in check, if you can!”

Mick, who still maintained a laid back attitude, simply winked at his friend.

“And you take care of that wife of yours. She’s got a lot more energy than I remember. She’s turning into quite the warrior.”

“She better, this empress needs protecting!”

There was a slight pause of confusion.

“What did you say?” Matt asked.

Pete clutched his head. “I don’t know, I think I said . . .”

He trailed off as he looked up to the meteorite. Both men did, briefly entranced. The women were looking at it too.

“Never mind,” he finished. “I lost my train of thought.”
 “Me too. Good night, dude.”

They parted, and both couples separated. Mick and Sharon headed back to their apartment and gorged themselves on food prepared by him, while Pete and Lily devoured what the generous leftovers that Mick had insisted they keep. Then, fuelled not just by their transformations but their terrifyingly powerful libidos, both couples mated and bred and fucked wild abandon. Lily and Sharon dreamed of producing babies, and even Pete found the idea of carrying a child enticing, no matter how impossible that should have been. Mick was the only one not interested in having a baby himself, but the idea of nourishing a child, of nourishing everyone with his food - his produce - made him buzz with sexual desire.

It was only after repeated rounds of this breeding that the two couples finally went to sleep, their bodies still absorbing the energy of the meteorite.

And that was when Stage Two of their transformations really took off.

To Be Contionued . . .