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PROGENITOR
By Haramiru
Once, I was a man. I lived, loved, laughed - and died. Along the way, I performed all the requisite functions and suffered all the little trials and triumphs of life. When I died, I expected to see angels or demons - to be honest, after my life, I could've belonged with either.
You may imagine my surprise when I awakened surrounded by slender beings with gray skin and large heads. A voice in my head assured me that they were neither angels nor demons - I was simply not going on to the afterlife just yet. I protested, as I knew that the cancerous mass in my chest was well beyond treatment, and I'd spent the last three months in increasing agony as the pain spiralled up beyond the ability of medication to be able to keep it under control.
It was then that the beings pointed out to me that I hadn't felt anything at all for a bit. That worried me a bit, and then I looked down to discover that my body barely resembled the wasted, shrivelled husk I'd previously worn.
I was nude, although being seen by the little gray guys didn't bother me, much as your dog probably doesn't bother you. My body was young and muscular, apparently in its late 20s or early 30s. I noticed a translucent 3D projection of some sort standing in front of me, which appeared to be of me. I touched my head, and discovered I was entirely bald.
One of the beings stepped forward, and words formed in my mind. "Your new body is a gift, but you must use it to adjust your species. Your species has certain genetically coded responses which will assist in this purpose."
I raised my eyebrow. "I'm going to adjust what with this body?"
"You are the Progenitor of version 20", the gray being stated simply. And then it gestured at the projection of my body, and to my embarrassment its penis became erect. Then the gray touched a tablet in its hand, and a wave of images cascaded through my head. Most of them were intensely erotic, but there was an undercurrent of data behind it all that felt like it was just barely beyond the limits of my comprehension.
What I learned was that I wasn't even close to being the first human this had happened to. It turns out that what we think of as humanity is actually a genetically engineered, devolved version of the gray beings standing before me. The aliens were too fragile to survive on a freshly terraformed planet, but we're a tougher, hardier, shorter-lived version of them. They deposit us first on a planet as primitives, designed to breed and proliferate. Once we reach the necessary population density for the next stage of our evolution, the aliens come back to take us to the next stage. They capture one of our souls as we die, drop it into a more-evolved body coded with special pheromones, and send it back to earth to spread the upgraded DNA. If you're reading this you are probably Human version 19, while my children and I are version 20. My children will live longer, be smarter, and be healthier than yours - unless of course you managed to sleep with me along the way. There are only 32 steps in this process - version 32 is identical to the alien species standing before me - ready to join our stellar parents in society, etc.
There was a brilliant flash of light - and before my eyes recovered, I heard seagulls calling. As my eyes adjusted from the light, I could tell that I was standing on a sandy beach, probably somewhere in California. I was also still naked, and drawing some amused attention from a small group of college kids.
"Hey Rocky, you gonna stand there at half mast all day?" a female voice called out.
I looked down and noticed that my massive erection was still going in its full raging glory. I felt blood rush to my, and I covered myself with my hands as I looked around for cover. I looked back to the voice - it belonged to a busty young blonde in a bikini with visible tanlines standing about 10 feet away on the sand. She was probably around 23. I couldn't remember ever seeing this clearly before, although surely I must have in my youth. It was as if I could see every drop of moisture sliding around her curves, and I could see her pert nipples straining against the fabric of her thin top.
"I'm sorry, I don't know how I got here," I stammered.
The blonde smiled saucily and stepped towards me, a towel in her outstretched hand. "I think you might want to cut back on the booze then, buddy. Spring break's no fun if you can't remember what you got into!"
I took the towel and thanked her, wrapping it around my waist. The embarrassing bulge still persisted, but at least it was covered. "Think you can remember my name if I tell it to you?" she asked, smiling impishly.
Now that I could see her up close, I knew she'd be impossible to forget. I could smell the faint kiss of the ocean on her, mingled with suntan lotion and the dusky remnants of some perfume from last night. "Just try me."
"Kimberly Donovan," she purred, tracing her finger down the center of my chest. I started to wonder if I was dreaming or something - although my new body did look great, I've never seen women come on to me like this. I noticed some of her friends giving each other odd looks.
Kim let out a little hum, leaning in to smell my neck. Where her skin touched mine, it felt like an electric field. My penis was made of molten steel at this point, quivering with anticipation. She wrapped her arms around my torso and assaulted my lips, drawing herself to her tiptoes and kissing me passionately. Still a bit surprised, I wrapped my arms around her lower back and kissed her back. I could feel her body molding itself to me, and then something else entered my awareness... her friends. I opened my eyes and looked up as one of her guy friends approached.
I pulled back and Kimberly pouted for a split second, as if a spell was broken. Her friend inquired if she was all right, his eyes narrowing a bit as he scrutinized her reaction.
"Yeah, I'm fine - I actually just realized I met this guy here last year and we really hit it off," Kimberly lied.
Her friend raised his eyebrow. "Well, he's welcome to hang out with us if he wants to," he offered.