Content Warning! This story has, but is not limited to: oviposition, gender feelz, venom-induced hypnosis, people turning into monsters, people being stuffed with eggs, and lots and lots of sticky fluids. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED THIS IS KINDA A DEPARTURE FROM MY USUAL STUFF. But I hope you all can find something you like in a trans egg turning into a Broodqueen!
Enjoy!
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"Subject 31 will enter the chamber," the loudspeaker declared. Blake wanted to do nothing less. But if he was ever going to pay off his debt, the experiment would have to continue. He stepped through the airlock hatch.
The testing chamber was tall, maybe two stories from floor to ceiling. Every inch of wall was covered in noise-suppression tiles like one might find in a recording studio. The room was lit with bars of fluorescent tubing that sat flush with the wall. Everything appeared mundane, if in unusual layouts. The one remarkable feature of the chamber was the floor. At first glance it looked like a flat white surface without distinguishing marks. As Blake got closer to the opposite side from where he'd entered, he spotted a seam that traced a square section out from the middle of the room.
He had a bad feeling about this.
The slam of the closing airlock door made his heart skip a beat, as did the hiss of pressurisation a moment later. Blake consciously tried to calm himself down. He couldn't see the cameras, but he knew he was being watched.
"Subject 31, please give confirmation that you are okay to proceed."
He hesitated. If this was an entirely voluntary operation, he'd have said 'fuck no, let me out of this crazy place'. But since his continued existence necessitated the removal of large amounts of debt, he stuck out his thumb and gave them the affirmative they needed.
The room warmed. It was subtle, but Blake was wearing almost nothing. The sky blue smock and pants with the number 31 painted onto them offered little protection from the slow but persistent temperature change. As the chamber heated, he was thankful for the thin fabric around him. He also wore a pair of sandals that were about as comfortable as walking on recycled plastic could ever be. He did manage to keep his original underwear, however. No matter what the test procedure had said, he wasn't walking into the unknown going commando.
"This is Test 31 of the EXO in a controlled environment. Heating to baseline," the voice on the speaker declared in a confidence, clear tone of voice. It sounded a lot like the man who had briefed him as to his responsibilities once inside the chamber, but the audio quality made it hard to tell. He then rattled off Blake's vital statistics. A familiar ache made itself known in the back of his mind when the voice identified him as male. But that had always been there, lurking, making him uncomfortable with a simple statement of what he was. And that's all it was, right?
He shook it off, like he always had. Just a brain glitch. That's all. Blake was a guy, and that's all there was to it.
With his vitals now a part of the test's record, Blake waited for the next phase to begin. According to the briefing, they would be introducing a 'research element' into the chamber with him. He looked around for a hatch, but his eyes rested on that strange seam on the floor instead. Sure enough, it raised at a snail's pace and with the whine of powerful hydraulics. A large, transparent box pushed up from the floor. Motion flicked within, making Blake step back. There was something inside.
"EXO is displaying increased activity upon seeing Subject 31. Continuing to monitor behaviour."
The box halted, and Blake got a good look at the entity inside. It looked like a spider from someone's nightmare. Ten black legs snapped into strange articulations as it climbed the walls of its cage. It had the body closer to that of a crab, with a hard exoskeleton covered in strange patterns. White blobs marked the blue carapace in a camouflage pattern, though Blake hadn't the faintest idea what environment it would blend into. At its rear was a tail, curling downward in the opposite direction of a scorpion. Similar to a wasp's stinger perhaps, though much larger.
Blake knew that there had been sightings of new forms of extraterrestrial life. Strange lights in the sky, fiery streaks overhead, all kinds of stuff that the Colonial Authorities would never talk about. But getting up close with something out of a horror movie was not what he signed up for!
"Umm, is there another test I could sign up for?" he asked the ceiling. The creature hissed, testing the walls of its containment block with measured impacts by its tail. It never tested a section twice. Was there something of intelligence in there?
"Subject 31 will refrain from further non-experimental commentary. Releasing EXO."
"What?!" Blake shrieked. He ran to the airlock door, but it wouldn't budge no matter how hard he pried on the door lever. The box containing the creature pulled apart, with the constituent panels retreating into the floor. He backed up against the wall as tight as he could and tried to make him seem as nonthreatening as possible.
It waited for a moment. Its front glistened with strange sensory organs that it moved by rotating its entire body, sniffing or tasting or doing something to the chamber's air. Its attention inevitably turned back to Blake. He couldn't defend himself with anything beside his own body, and he was never the athletic or aggressive type.
But then he remembered that this was probably an alien. A completely foreign creature to this world. It could be lost, or scared, or lonely. Maybe the corporate knuckleheads who had captured it hadn't bothered trying to communicate. He could very well be an ambassador for an entire species at this moment. He pulled himself off the wall and knelt down. Still terrified out of his wits, but he always liked talking his way out of problems than fighting.
"Hello, little buddy." His voice cracked. It took a moment to steady himself before he could press forward. "Can you understand me?"
It tilted its head. Though it didn't start speaking English with a Mid-Terran accent, it did seem intrigued.
"Subject 31, offer your arm to the EXO," the speaker voice said. Blake looked up to the ceiling.
"I'm not gonna ju- AAAAH!"
His derisive rebuke was cut off by the creature leaping onto his leg. Its little legs hurt when they poked at him, trying to gain grip, but it wasn't openly attacking him. Blake fought the urge to shake it off and try to escape once more.
"EXO is displaying more interest in 31 than the others," the voice continued in a conversational tone. "Most of the previous subjects were dead at this point."
Another voice, higher in pitch and reedy, interjected. "Byron, when you stand like that you're resting your elbow on the intercom button. 31 can hear everything you're saying."
"Shit." The intercom cut off, leaving Blake with even more fear than before. This little creature had killed the test subjects before him? He didn't want to die!
A sharp pain in his thigh seemed to justify his sudden fear. He toppled over, trying to scramble away from the creature. It had bit him! He watched it withdraw a trio of fangs from his skin, piecing clear through the thin fabric of his pants. His fear spiked, only to fade after the moment passed. He wasn't in excruciating pain. It didn't feel like his organs were shutting down. Maybe it was nothing? A blanket of calm settled over him. Yeah, probably nothing.
He tried to get back to fearing the creature but it just seemed a lot less scary. Sure it was strange, but so was anything new. He smiled down at it.
"You're just lost, aren't ya?" he asked. He stroked its back lightly. It responded with a pleasurable cooing noise. It was kinda cute, in a way!
Blake stood up, nearly losing his balance. Why was he so woozy, he wondered? All his movements felt slowed, like he was moving in molasses. He waved his hand in front of him. The motion blurred in his vision. Strange. He barely felt the creature sneak around his leg and crawl onto his back. He was certain it wouldn't harm him though, so he kept playing with his hand.
A sharp pressure against his back made him jump. He felt around to for his little friend, and discovered that he'd attached himself to his lower spine. Weird! A flicker of his previous apprehension appeared again, but it was washed away in a whole new wave of blissful calm. He stroked it further, happy that his new friend had found a place to crash, even if it was on his own body.
The stinger tail on the creature made its presence known by poking along his lower legs in much the same way as it had to test the walls of its cell. It didn't hurt much, but it was a little annoying. Blake wondered what it was searching for...that is, until the tail slid up in its questing and found his ass.
"Hey, wait-" he managed to get out before the stinger started to probe around his hole. Blake reached back to pulled it away but more calming venom made the gesture turn into a guiding hand. He gripped the head of its tail, shimmed down his pants and underwear just enough, and pushed it inside. He groaned at first as it wriggled and struggled at his relative tightness. The tip spurted a clear, viscous fluid after a while that aided in the insertion. He bent over slightly, panting while the tail pushed up deep inside his tight ass
"Oooh~" Blake moaned. A distant flicker of shame crossed his awareness, remembering that he was being watched. But it felt good to give the creature a place to put his stinger. And the more fluid poured out of its tip, the better he felt about it. His cock strained at the fabric of his pants. The creature was pressing on his prostate, and he was soon leaking his own fluid into his underwear.
He yanked down his pants, tossing off his shirt as well. His dick was harder than it had ever been. Stroking it forced more fluid from him. More precum than he'd ever produced dribbled from him onto the featureless floor. Even as he jerked, the organ increased in size. This wasn't him getting harder, this was his cock actually growing in size.
-Blake-
The word hadn't been spoken. He had simply heard it. Whatever creature was doing, it was hijacking his brain. Fear returned, only to be doused with a fresh wave of artificial calm. He went back to stroking himself.
