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A sensuous tickle along James' thigh disturbs his once restful sleep. The trouble-making tail wanting to seek affection, James grabs the data-pad off the side of his nightstand. Eyes ache at the vibrant light. Only two hours passed since someone spotted him enjoying his new additions, since he had nearly dodged the tails relentless desires in penetrating him.

After being disturbed from earlier, he made sure to lock the door this time. Whoever spotted him probably put his room under lockdown, but at least he could ensure his own privacy. He modified a pair of pants cutting a hole through the back, sliding the parasitic tail through and tightening a belt around it waist. Upon discovering the tail could rebel against his own control, this was the best thing he thought of doing to avoid penetration while he slept. The parasite could not back up through the tight pants, and it wasn't long enough to go around them either. He had hoped it would work, so far it has. While slippery and boneless, it could probably nudge through the opening around his waist, but it's not quite long enough to do anything more than tease.

Even now, the tail was trying to tempt him through the fabric. Wet, hot, so sensitive--It sends pulses of pleasure straight to his mind on every thrust. His slit was drooling, hand running down the crotch of his jeans, feeling just how soaked they were in their combined fluids, sticky string coming away as he reaches to gently caress the needy tail. His bed still streaked with the parasite's earlier activities, he hadn't dared leaving the room with his sheets dyed in blue alien cum after being recently discovered. For all they know it was a poison or some sort of infectious virus.

Tail poking at the edge of his belt, slowly worming its way within. Tight sensation sending trills up his spine as he grabs the offending appendage and glares at it. The tentacle briefly gives up its advances and rather starts thrusting itself in his hand.

"Damn your needy" James exasperates, letting go of the length, only for it to slowly trail back up to his waist. How do you fight something that tries positively reinforces you every time you touch it, ignore it? James closes his eyes, listening to the hum of the ship's engines, the musky smell permeating the room from the lusty creatures. The persistent tentacle squeezes itself between the belt and his skin, eliciting a muffled groan. Tail sliding itself centimeter by centimeter through squeezing through the cramped opening, Assaulting James' mind with powerful surges of pleasure. The greedy slit clenches in anticipation. The tail finally reaches the end of its destination: a mere 4 centimeters from the oozing slit. James smirks at his brief victory, hoping that the tail gives up its advances.

It retracts from the tight embrace, pulling a groan from James' lips as it sends shivers along his spine. The slithery appendage comes to rest on his stomach, leaving drizzles of blue-tinged fluid to run down his belly, giving the illusion of sadness. The tail slowly thrusts itself into its own slick fluids, tickling him stomach yet trying to persuade him into a memorable night. Closes his eyes as he traces the scales, each part of the creature sends promises of pleasure as feels the lovely textures along the length. The tail makes shlicking sounds at it humps in silence covering itself in its own fluids, slowly convincing James to indulge.

"I see what you're playing at," James half-smirks. Grabbing the tail and petting along the length. "I suppose I can play a little bit, already did it once. James more confident that his situation will not escalate like last time, he focuses on the sensuous pleasures that it offers. Lying down in anticipation, James lavishes the leaky tentacle with attention, the tunnels protesting and clench in envy. At least he won't let it get out of hand like last time. The prehensile appendage tries to curl around his hands as he fondles it, coating them in slippery fluids as they help to glide along the sensitive body, enhancing the sensation. The left hand strokes along the middle of the tail, the ribbed leather-like body providing a dull, growing sensation deep within his spine. The other hand trails along the tip, ensuring to give attention to every scale as it presses more firmly into his hands in appreciation.

The tail moves higher along his body, he glances at the long length within his hands, eyes trailing until it meets the tip, hovering right above his face, as if looking at him. A dribble of blue-tinted pre accumulating on the tip, fluid accumulating as the drop grows progressively larger, threatening to fall on his face. James merely stares back unsure what might happen, scared of what the fluid might do, he stops stroking the tail, hands merely still upon the length. The fluid accumulates into a drop as it falls, stringy liquid still connecting the tail as it falls upon the crevice of his lips. Mouth opening as his tongue licks his lips to accept the curious offering, tasting a little metallic and a tad sweet. He swirls the alien pre in his mouth before tentatively swallowing it, trying to convince himself that it can't get any worse.

The tail moves lower to brush across his lips, gently pressing; it offers a taste right from the source. He opens his lips, tongue coming to greet the scaled tip, half-expecting it to surge into his mouth. not unlike its behavior the previous night with his hands. The tail takes its time exploring the new wet squishy region. The tail offers more of the delectable fluid, coating his mouth in sweet, slippery fluids. Tongue exploring every minute of the tip, each expanding the further down the shaft, periodically trying to press between the scales trying to tease the sensitive flesh that lies beneath.

The tail's journey had ended, stopping at half way along his tongue. The tail reached its limit. Sitting up, he grabs the over-stretched tentacle. Head moving forward as to closing the rest of the gap as the tip pumps more fluids in approval. He coaxes it along further as it gleefully impales itself within his maw. Mouth closes around the tip in his mouth, losing himself to the pleasure and wonderful taste. Tail slowly offering more and more as it coats itself in slick fluids, gliding further and further along. The tail begins to move faster, rewarding his oral treatment with waves of growing lust. His mind lulls to the rhythmic back and forth, heart pounds in his throat-tongue twisting and curling around the affectionate intruder, wrapping each other in a loving caress. Hands gripping the tail encouraging it to thrust as deep as at it can go; tip sliding far back beneath his palate as the scaled tip flares-forgetting about that feature through his haze of lust.

Eyes widening as he tries to pull it out, stretching his jaw to the limits. The flexing scales anchor into James' mouth. The curved plates revealing to be flexible and somewhat pliable, but a quick tug shows that removal isn't an option. The pleasure radiating from the tail overpowers whatever protest he tried to make. Remembering just how much spunk this thing can offer from earlier, he prepares to accept its bountiful yield. Fluids jet out the tip quickly filling the small space the back of his mouth, gulp after gulp, he fights against drowning in his parasite's sweet fluids. Alien spunk leaks from arounds the knotted scales, coating his tongue in the alien offering. It drools out of his mouth in streams of dark alien fluids. Eyes roll to the back of his head, fighting against unconsciousness as to avoid drowning. His stomach bloats from the unexpected feeding, feeling full and heavy from the spunk being pumped down his throat. James panting between gulps as he waits for the scales to relieve their hold.

The amorous tentacle finally relaxes; it slips from his aching jaws onto his belly. James turns over and coughing, freeing the thick slime so he can breathe easy. The tail thoroughly made a mess out of his upper body. Looking to the guilty appendage as it relents a few more drizzles, finally coming to a rest. James looks down at the lustful thing, smirking as he slowly feels a faint bond from the wonderful creature. After the crew discovered his changes, it seems most of his inhibitions about the thing had disappeared.

Stomach cramps in protest at that thought... Except for that one terrifying act.

Speaking of which, James goes to reach for his data-pad before realizing he's completely soaked in the blue fluids, walking over to the private bathroom and hopping into the shower as he does his best to clean up, showing sending globs of blue fluids down into the drain.

"Wonder if the ships recyclers can filter alien cum," He muses to himself. Stepping out of the shower drying him off, being sure to dry everywhere, his crotch still needy and sensitive in protest is he grazes the towel down there, wincing at the alarming touch. He looks back at his tail, consciously swinging the tail into his hands as he pats along the length. While sensitive and a little tender, the cloth doesn't assault it too badly.

Now with that damn snaky-troublemaker out of the way, time to see if anyone will at least talk to me. James grabs the data-pad once again. Pushes on Karen's icon, chat window popping up. What exactly do you even say in this situation? He types in a mere "hello," unsure how to break the ice.

James waits a few moments, wondering if Karen is even awake. A notification pops up, guess she is.

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Karen: No idea wtf happened to you, but that sure wasn't normal. I felt obligated to disable your door to quarantine you, I told the Captain that about your suit being breached back on the abandoned ship, but I told him you just likely have a fever, but I'm taking precautions. I left out the blue jizz squirting from whatever happened to your dick. What exactly did you encounter on the ship? I need details if I can hope to help you.

... "To my dick?" James looks to the bed, then back to the door. From that angle, no one would have a clear view of his crotch, no view of his altered gender, no clear view of a tail. James hits the reply button, part of him wanted to spill the whole story: the infestation, the constant lustful haze, the tail now extending out of his back... his lost manhood. James looks down to look at the puffy slit between his legs, still oozing lubricant, but infinitely more manageable than a tail cock with a mind of its own. His insides clench as if responding to his thoughts, teasing him with the anticipation of another play session. Should he share his growing desire to... no, he doesn't even want to think about that.

James looks back to the message, Karen's message still displayed. She used quarantine as a "precaution", not understanding the severity of what happened to him or the threat it might pose for the others. What would happen if they knew a parasite fundamentally altered his biology, very likely being irreversible. Survival instincts starting to kick in, he doesn't want to be a lab subject, but he also doesn't want to risk affecting the rest of the crew with some unknown alien disease. Maybe he can buy enough time for a win-win.

James looks backs to the parasite, maybe not the whole story just yet. James grabs the data-pad, fingers typing away,

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James: Some creature attacked me back on that ship. I must have been infected by something, disease, venom, not sure. My body's reacting quite strangely to it, my libido feels like it sky-rocketed, feeling horny and bothered all the time. As you are already aware, even my sperm turned to a different color. The rest of my body seems to be unaffected for the most part. Perhaps keep me in containment a bit longer and we'll see if this dies down at all.

James looked over the half-honest message. While confident that what is happening to him isn't contagious he ought to be cautious. Another bonus is that they won't see him be lust-craved every hour of the day-all the while trying to hide his tail. Maybe being confined to his room is a blessing in disguise. Beats having the crew have paranoia about this affliction, scared of being claimed by an alien disease and exiled into space out of fear.

A few moments another reply pops up

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Karen: Okay, just keep me posted, I'll try bullshitting the captain into thinking you're under tentative quarantine. You'll have to keep us posted, this ship is not designed to monitor patients with unknown alien diseases, so be sure to send us a periodic text noting you're still alive or in it progresses further... Also try to keep it down.

Blushing at that last statement, he sets the data-pad back on his nightstand. Looking over the soaked sheets of his bed reluctant to climb back in; too bad his room isn't equipped with a washer. James rounds up the bedding, trying to stuff them in his clothes hamper before giving up and leaving them. Speaking of clean linins, James looks down to his pants, absolutely soaked in the parasite's arousal. He unbuckles his pants, opting for a change of clothes. His tail still calm and satiated from the earlier face fucking it gave him.

The hot wet slit, now free from the confines of the fabric, it clenches and spasms as it meets the cool air, trying to get his attention, coaxing him into giving her a turn with his lovely fingers. He runs his hand down his navel-less stomach, James absent-mindedly noting it seems pudgier than before, probably still full from all that spunk that his devious tail pumped into his throat. Gasping as he touches the puffy slit, he coats his hands in its silky fluids. Finger brushing along the sensitive opening, he teases her as ponders giving in-A loud voice interrupts his aimless adventures.

"Hey uh, heard you got sick from that ship from earlier, sorry to hear. Karen seems optimistic that you'll be all right, let's hope for the best." James looks toward the door before remembering his room has an intercom, rarely used since it is only a three-man ship. The voice comes back on, voice growing more excited, obviously ignorant of his true condition

"And guess what?!" Zack begins to shout, "We just confirmed that planet can support human life! So we're going to land one it and give it a good ol' field test, truly set one for the history books! So get better already so we can check it out!" James face palms at the captains single-minded optimism. Oh god, going to the planet the creature attached to him is likely from, partially scared at thinking of an ecosystem that can permanently alter other species, but a part of him has a sickening curiosity to discover what else is there.

Slit clenches again in protest, interrupting his thoughts, he looks down, continuing to ooze fluid in streams down his legs, with no pants left to absorb the fluid, it trails all over the flood. He grabs a towel, cleaning the area around his plush folds. A moan escapes from his lips as he pads his groin, body arching at the sudden pleasure. He moves his hand away, half-reluctant to give in to the thing that replaced his manhood, but also half-tempted to embrace the euphoria that it offers. The delicate slit reinforcing its owner into being more affectionate as it fills his body with disturbing warmth.

Trying to control himself and ignore the lustful suggestions, James grabs his tablet distracting himself with games, movies, music anything that can derail his mind from the thing between his legs. James moves over to his bed, not wanting to put on pants with his parasitic folds so sensitive. He lays back, finally finding a game to rip his thoughts from his new growing needs. The parasite rips his attention away, clenching his lower stomach with increasing intensity, trying to demand more attention. He sets aside the game, mind finally starting to give in. His fingers dart down, teasing the edges of the slit. Lust pushes once again to the forefront of his mind. Tunnels loosening as his fingers brush the canal, providing a silky welcoming to his curious digits. The folds part slightly, revealing their light blue interior, not at all expressing their previous strength. They now they seem more welcoming and tender.

He offers two fingers, plunging into the soft silky flesh. The other hand caresses the surrounding flesh, massaging as his focus once against drifts off. He trails the free hands around the folds lightly tugging at his fingers. He begins to plunge progressively deeper and harder. The tunnels grip and milk the fingers in loving affection-this he can get used to. With each plunge into his folds, each twist of his fingers brings him once again along the building sensation of pleasure, moving towards that glorious orgasm. Closing his eyes, he listens to the wet smacking sounds, pleasure growing in intensity, breaths becoming heavier by the moment. The growing sensations begin to grow uncomfortable, teasing him along the edge he strives to push himself past. So close... Just a bit longer... Suddenly the tunnels stop their caress, James groaning in protest.

"No, just a bit more" He pleas, as he tries harder than before to stimulate the still sensitive tunnels, but it doesn't give him that last push. Another thump lands across his crotch, eyes opening in realization, staring right at that scaly tip, seeming to look direct at him as it leaks the delicious blue fluids. James slowly withdraws his fingers from the slit before trying to protect it with his palm, scared that it's going to try forcing itself in again, still nervous in taking that next step. It moves to hover over the covering hand. Drop after drop of pre falls down on the only thing protecting his parasitic genitals from uniting. His arousal refuses to fade, he grabs at the length with his free hands, breathing deeply as he attempts to satiate its relentless lust.

Grasping his fingers around the scaled tip, rubs down along the length, meeting with the leathery ribbed flesh lower on its sinuous tail. It gives no reaction to his attention, still waiting for something, as it stands motionless against his hands attention, refusing to let him release like this. The growing orgasm edges closer and closer to the gates of release, but the parasite denies his growing desire.

"Please, just a bit more" James groans, removing his protective hand back before inserting a finger himself, trying to coax the uncooperative genitals to push him a little farther as he strokes along the velvet flesh. The tail arcs lower and lower, his feelings clash, knowing deep down this final act will do something he denies is possible. Tip of the tail brushes along the knuckles of his plunged fingers, leaving trails of the familiar blue pre. His depths even refuse to caress his fingers as before-not matter how he twists his hands, his fingers it's completely unresponsive as his desperation reaches new heights. He hopes that the combined stimulation will give him release before he does something that he will regret.

Mouth open panting and drooling as his thrusting hands and arms grow soar. Minutes pass at the very edge of the release, back arching as moans escape his lips. He gazes lustfully at the still waiting tail, unmoving, continuing to drool its aromatic fluids mixing with the oozing slit's lust; trails of lubricant tickling down to once again ruin his sheets. Desperate for release, he resigns to his fate. He pulls his hands from the silken depths. Staring at the strangely patient tentacle, he nervously spreads his folds with his fingers in an unspoken invitation.

James whimpering in protest, panting in need, "Please" he whimpers on the verge of tears for being teased so long. The hand covering the unmoving tentacle moves along the bottom of the scaled tip as he grips his fingers around the slick hot length. He pulls it closer to the depths, slowly becoming willing to do anything to satiate this fire. Tail following his guide, gasping as the tip lays itself over the soaked crevice. Half expecting it to already be buried within himself. He moves the tip ever so slightly forward, finally parting his folds. The parasite finally breaking him into acceptance, he screams as he loses control, the length surges forward, impaled by his rebellious tail. Pleasure erupts from his vent spreading wide around the intruder; he can feel every detail across the scaled tip, the ridges surging in through his swollen folds. The tail pulls back, pleasure intensifying as the tunnels clench and grip around every hold the tail offers. Hands only grip harder at the thick length now pounding his clenching entrance coaxing it even further along.

Pleasure climbs to impossible heights, silky liquids squirting from the blissful folds staining the bedding. Mouth dropped open, gasping for enough breaths in a feeble attempt to handle the pleasure assaulting his mind. Stomach clenching, tunnels surging back and forth, milking the length for every drop it can offer. Mind screams in bliss at the alien sensations, as the parasite takes him to new heights of pleasure. Eyes looking to the bent over tentacle as it surges in and out of his body. His stomach visibly rolls from the thick insertion. His belly clenches every time the ravaging length pulls out, familiarizing himself with every detail of his permanent additions. His consciousness shatters as the edge of relief finally shatters.

Both of his hands clench around the invading tail, thrusting into himself as deep as he can go. Screaming in lustful agony as the climax finally hits. Tip expanding, his tunnel exploding in reaction to the spreading sensation. Stomach clenching tightly and holding around every nook fold of his tail, knowing that not a single drop of the tail bountiful release is going to escape. Pleasure surges across his back, feeling of fluids pump along his tail in long throbbing bursts. A feeling of wetness explodes deep within himself, his parasitic womb expanding to handle the generous offer. The inflated forced back from the internal pressure, slightly dragging along his sensitive walls, screaming in blissful agony as the scales refuses to relent their hold. The alien sensations flow into his mind, sensations nothing on Earth was ever meant to experience. Pulse after pulse his belly surges larger. He looks down at his expanding flesh, attempting to cope from the impossible situation he just placed himself.

Each pulse takes longer then the last, the surging liquid feeling thicker as his the warming pleasure fades. The scaled knot retracts, as it agonizingly slides back out of himself. Both slit and tail protest from over-sensitivity and exhaustion as the tail slides free. James trying to orient himself looks down at the gaping slit, only a small drizzle of dark fluid, much thicker than before. He presses a hand to his lower belly, trying to ooze some of the fluid back out of his body, but it doesn't relent, clearly sealed deep within. Eyes wide in disbelief at what he had just allowed, leaving him with a distended belly, appearing four-months pregnant... Heart sinks into his chest in realization at the act he just committed... Scared at what is to come...

To be continued ...

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