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This story takes off from Chapter 1, found here: https://www.sofurry.com/view/1230936

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My eyes crack open, my whole body feeling sore, almost wishing I could just stay buried under the blankets wishing the morning would drag on forever. Thinking back to the previous day, almost seems like a dream. Hands moving towards my groins as if to affirm yesterday's events, hoping that last night was just an intense dream. I brush across my lower stomach. While I feel a little pudgier than usual, I can still feel the pressure and heat of my hand. "Feeling is believing" I figured, it probably didn't happen. I push back the covers looking down to get the final confirmation. My heart skips a beat at what I now gaze.

Eyes gazing from my skin, to the pale-white connecting flesh--the parasite seems to have sunk into my skin. I look into the unblinking, black orbs of its eyes. Still visible from above where my navel used to be, and probably have disappeared forever, it's almost symbolic that I am no longer truly a mammal. The webbing nowhere to be found, rather the tentacles from before are partially sunk into my skin. I try sitting up, shuttering as I feel something I probably should not have. I reach back, brushing across flesh buried into my spine, a tapered prehensile tail. Brushing along the length feels oddly sensitive. While firm, it doesn't feel to have any bones. The surface seems to have a leathery, almost scaly texture with some of the new flesh growing onto my body. The tip actually feels a bit stiffer than the rest of the length, appearing to have scale-like patterns over the last 10 centimeters of the tip. Overall, it is about 30 centimeters long and 5 across at the connecting base.

Directing the attention back to my crotch, I glide my hands over the pale smooth surface. I close my eyes, trying to focus on the mental image of my cock. It feels fuzzy; I can better imagine my new features than my original ones. Perhaps the only reason why I can still feel my hidden cock is the tentacle still buried within, although it feels changed. Lastly, my testicles don't appear to be anywhere, or the parasite rendered them unrecognizable.

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I get up off the bed, nature makes it call, perplexed at how it is all going to work, I move to my private bathroom. ... Affirming that the parasitic changes are much more than skin deep. They appeared to have at least redesigned my body's waste system. I feel almost more like an alien bird now in that respect. I am still not quite prepared to comprehend the implications of all that is going on, but I can't hide in here forever; the others will grow suspicious.

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Moving to my wardrobe, I look behind myself at my new tail and I experimentally will it to move. I can manage to send it a twitch and it swings and curls a little, I can't help but smirk, finding some enjoyment out of these freakish changes. Selecting some clothes and stepping into my pants, I pull them up to my thighs before realizing that I need to do something about that tail. I look in the mirror, pondering the best way to hide the changes. I stick it down one pant leg and observing myself in the mirror. Damn, looks like I almost have the longest cock in history, but coming from my back. I sigh, disappointed that it isn't going to be that easy to hide. Looking down at the void between my legs, an idea pops in my head. I direct my tail through my legs and it seems to be just the right length and thickness to emulate my old package. Two alien birds with one stone!

I fix the rest of my clothes, double-checking my composure in the mirror before tackling the universe. The sensation of my legs against the delicately sensitive tail, cushioned against a similarly sensitive slit may grow to be a problem however. Not having a better solution, I make my way to the lounge picking up the excited voices of Zack and Karen.

"This data is incredible! Just think about how rich we'll be if we make it back with all this data." Zack shouts ecstatically. It is one of those rare moments where Zack forgets that he's practically a block of muscle. He looks up to me, with a wide grin on his face.

"James, you slept through all the good news!" Zack rushes over to me, shoving a data pad into me with his thick hands.

"It's that data Karen salvaged! If it's accurate, there's planet in this very system that supports life!" he borderline screams into my face before dropping dead silent waiting perhaps for my shared outburst.

"Or maybe already has life." I half question, thinking to the creature already bonded to my body.

"Ooooh that's be crazy! We gotta go check it out!" Zack spins and dashes towards the bridge, honestly, it's easy to forget he's like a walking tank.

I look to Karen, deeply immersed in her own data pad, probably scanning through the archives what she had found.

Sitting across from her, she looks up briefly to recognize my existence for a second.

"Considering how excited you were last night, I could almost swear you heard the news before I did," Karen teases. I try shushing her, my cheeks flushing hot, at which she chuckles.

"Only screwing with you--seriously though, if this data is accurate, this could be history-making. This new exoplanet could very well have life on it... Just think about how life could have evolved differently, hope we can get the opportunity to collect something."

"The big bad Karen wants cute alien things?" cringe at my terrible attempt to tease her,

"Sure, if I can pioneer the field of xenobiology, why not? Maybe there's a hot alien race there for you to romance."

Memories flashing back to the previous night I can't help but feel a surge of warmth in my lower belly. Well, something found me to romance.

"You know, James, I originally left earth hoping I could be one of the first to discover alien life, maybe get started on a universal theory of evolution or something. Should there be anything on that planet, it would be invaluable to take something away."

Thinking back to the derelict ship we explored earlier and the parasite they were traveling with, my thoughts drift to the missing escape pod. If they knew a habitable planet existed, their chances would be better trying to adapt and live there than being stuck in space.

"You know, the crew of that vessel from earlier probably used their escape pod to get land on that planet."

Karen tears her eyes away to stare at me.

"Holy shit, there is life on that planet isn't there?"

I merely shrug back at her.

"Though if the survivors are still alive, we are kind of obligated to make a rescue attempt, probably even give them credit for their discovery."

Karen looks slightly disappointed at that,

"Maybe they'll at least give us some credit... We'll blackmail it out of them!" she cheers jokingly. When it comes down to it, she is pretty reliable and dependent, although her blunt honesty and crude humor can rub off the wrong way.

I get up to head off to the bridge "Well better let the captain know that the survivors might be there."

Karen just nods "Sure thing, go play hero... Oh one more thing; lay off the donuts."

Looking down at my stomach seeing it looks a little pudgy,

"Oh, sure." Damn parasite makes me look fat.

I start walking to the bridge, my legs rubbing and stroking the sensitive tentacle between my legs. The sensations start getting to me. Each step is one torturous stroke after the other. The front of my pants feels cramped, hot, and slippery from my growing arousal. The textured tail rubs its scales and leathery length along my slit. Once I'm sure Karen can't see or hear me, I brace myself against the wall, taking some deep breaths. I reach into my underwear hoping that I can maybe adjust things to allow moving around a little better. My hands slides along more tail than I thought should be there, my attempts at shifting things seem fruitless and only makes me more agitated. I notice two distinct points of wetness, along the slit as expected, and... near the tip of the tail? I pull out my hand, my fingers coated in the clear slimy fluid from my drooling slit, and a light blue transparent fluid along my wrist. If this parasite gets me any hornier, my pants are going to get soaked.

Somehow making it to the bridge, I sit down at my console, taking a few more deep breaths to cool myself. Maybe if I sit still, this arousal might fade, a distraction to go along with it.

"Hey, what's up buddy, everything okay? You have been acting a little weird today." The captain looks back, his gleeful face fading a bit.

"Oh it's nothing; I was just thinking that if there were any survivors from that vessel earlier, they would probably be on habitable planet."

"Oh... I see. Well don't worry about that too much, no matter how this journey ends, We're still making history!" he yells at the top of his lungs, before directing his attention to the distant planets and stars.

"While we may not be the very first explorers here, that's hardly the thing that matters. When we get close enough, we can scout for survivors, hopefully they brought beacon with them of some sort. Although it's going to take us a few days to get there, warping within a system is never a good idea."

"Right on, well if there's nothing of import to do in the meantime, I may as well get ready and rested for pulling those all-nighters!" I try persuading, half out of genuine interest for the alien planet, half for trying to figure out how to deal with this thing between my legs.

"Oh sure. Just run some routine diagnostics real quick then be at ease."

I open my console and run the necessary checks, opening the quantum extranet in the background to do some quick searches, I trying to find any information that could help me with my problem. I stare at the search bar, my mind only pull up blanks. What do you even search for this kind of thing? 'Help! A parasite attached itself to my dick!' Hmmm. Nope, found some weird porn though, who knew people were into this?

Several fruitless searches later and focusing on the diagnostic system, I manage to distract myself long enough so that my lust died down a bit. Unfortunately, my pants feel a little tighter. I look down, the fabric almost straining to hold everything in.

"Everything looks good, I'll see you tomorrow" I get up to leave. The cramped organs shifting as I get up, my tail squished and pressed even more firmly against my groin, the tip of the tail peeks out of the top of my pants. I quickly adjust my shirt and start leaving the room immediately.

"Damn you're quick to hit the hay, All right, rest up good!" Zack waves dismissively.

As I approach the lounge, I can almost swear the parasite's growing more sensitive by the minute. I try taking some smaller steps to reduce the amount of sensation assaulting me, but moving slower seems to be more torturous. The long strikes along the sensitive length, the firm length shifting over the alien pussy. I glance around the corner to the lounge and Karen seems to be off doing something else now. I quickly hurry to my room--practically making a dash for it. Sensation explodes along my groin. My thighs squeeze and rub along the pseudo-cock between my legs. The violent shifting almost hurt from the rough treatment. Lubricant covers more and more of the tail as it shifts and thrusts against the over-sensitive slit. The slick lubricant causes the leathery tail to glide over my groin. Taking deep breaths, my arms and legs shake from the stimulation, I manage to make it to my quarters, I barge the door open and slam it closed. Not running into Karen in that state was a godsend.

Stripping down was the first thing on my mind, relieved for the cool air now brushing along my leaky slit and hypersensitive tail. I can see streams of fluid flow down my thighs, my tail dripping its blue arousal over the floor. The length feels oddly achy as I reach back and rub my hands along it. Closing my eyes and reveling in the sweet sensations. It seems to have grown much longer and thicker than before. At this size, I doubt it is no longer possible to hide it within pants. I may have to use robes or something. The tail seems to have grown half again as long and thick, reaching down to my knees. The added size is definitely going to pose a future problem.

Lust permeating in my mind, I move to the bed and sit down. I rub hands along my crotch, fingers coming to rest along the smooth slit, bathing themselves in sweet sticky hot fluids. My other hand comes up to help explore. I tease the outside of the puffy organ, half-afraid of exploring any further, as if taking the next step would mean admitting to the forfeit of my masculinity. Tail twitching, hands shaking I run the palm of my hands across the sweet folds. My eyes roll to the back of my head and my legs instinctively thrust back. I let out a heated groan before finally braving it and inserting one of my fingers.

My entire stomach clenches in an unfamiliar way. The love tunnel grasps onto my finger, pulling it deeper with surprising grip. I throw my head back and try struggling to pull my finger back out. It taking a surprising amount of effort, before it relents, only for me to slam an extra finger back in. The stretching sensation feels divine. I shove my fingers as deep as deep as I can. The passage greedily clamps onto their new toys, sections of the tunnel surging back and forth trying to milk them for all they can. The alien contractions and involuntary spasms along my lower belly send me to a new level of euphoria.

The high eventually reaches a peak, true relief not coming to me. I open my legs wider, prying my fingers free, tunnels clenching in protest. It's almost painful without something for them to clamp down on. Something even deeper and unrecognizable cries out to be scratches. Desperately I insert three fingers, trying to reach and I desperately pulling my own fingers even deeper embracing my new anatomy, but nothing seems to work. My tail curls up between my legs slapping itself across my belly. I gaze lustfully at the thick textures of my new tail. Gazing at the ridges along the tail and the delightfully scales tip--it looks perfect.

I reach for the tip of the tail, my hand covered in stringy lubricant from my cunt's greedy attention. I wrap my fingers along the tip, the tail surging forward as if trying to burry itself into my fingers, desperate for its own release. The plated tip seems to shift oddly, muscles I never knew where there flexing, the tip blooming slightly. It begins to leak the tinted blue fluid from earlier though it looks to me darker in color, signifying the appreciation of attention. Stroking down the sensitive length, it curls and twists about my fingers. I can only scarcely imagine how wondrous such a thing might feel inside me.

Prying my hands from the greedy snatch clenching in protect, I absent-mindedly grip the tail with both my hands, wriggling with glee. The tail retracts away, sliding teasingly over my twitching opening, testing my patience being this close to relief. The tip hovers over the slit of my opening hovering mere centimeters above. Lustfully starting at the tip, a drop of opaque midnight blue fluid dribbles out, falling directly on the slit of my opening. Time sees to drag on for eternity as my mind races, trying to rationalize what is about to happen... What is happening?

A voice cries out from the back of my mind. I reach out for the tail with one hand, grabbing a firm hold behind the tip. It drives forward grazing along the opening before I manage to drag it along my stomach; the other hand already shoving as deep as I can into the greedy depths. My belly sends waves of crushing pleasure throughout my body. My tunnel collapses hard. Lower back throbbing, working to pump something though my tail. The captured tail surges in protest, the plates along the tip of the tail bloom out to thrice their size before jetting streams of dark blue fluid across my chest and over my face. My lower belly contracts and squeezes my hand so hard it grinds the bones of my fingers together. My grip along the tail glides down the engorged plates, pleasure exploding from the sensitive tip. Hand coated in the dark musky fluids. Every throbbing sensation from my lower back sends bountiful jets of parasitic spunk across me and the bed. My body locks up in simulanious orgasm, the parasite intensifying the feeling. My mouth opens in a silent scream as my senses blur.

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The rhythmic heartbeat inside my skull brings me back to awareness, my heart pounding in my chest. I think back to what had almost happened. My hands slip free from my exhausted snatch the sore hand strokes over my belly, the other petting my tail. The parasite sends small waves of pleasurable contentment through me. The engorged plates collapse back into the tail as it slowly falls back between my legs, completely spent. I never felt such pleasure in my life. Although, there's still something deeply unsettling within me. I close my eyes and think back to that one moment of hesitation: the tail hovering over my slit, dribbling a clear line of dark fluid, ready to thrust as deep as it can into that sensuous opening. Part of me is a little frightened, fairly sure that my tail was acting on it's own accord--beyond my control. I grow a little frightened that next time, I'm going to accept it and be at the mercy of whatever this parasite is planning next.

My mind drifts to a deeply unsettled feeling withing my lower belly. Something feels off. I try putting it to the side of my mind as I finally find enough peace to fade to sleep.

*Click--thud*

My heart sinks as I look towards the door looking at the unlatched lock... Oh no.

CHAPTER 3!

https://www.sofurry.com/view/1233544

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