WARNING: The following story contains bizarre erotic transformation and lots of sex. 18+ only please, and make sure you've read chapter 1 and 2 before this part!
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Two minutes later, they were standing in the captain's ready room.
"Alright, Mr. Tanner, let's hear it."
Jack paced back and forth, unable to contain his energy. "The Salekk have been demanding that you share information with them, but they don't want any data from the computer banks."
"Yes. . ."
"What if the information they're talking about is genetic information?"
The captain's eyes darted back and forth between thoughts. "That would explain why they want a human to come aboard their vessel." She stood. "They say they've already shared information with us. They must be talking about your human-Salekk hybrid DNA."
Here, Cand-e spoke up. "Not just the DNA, Jack's reproductive system could hold the key to their bioengineering capabilities."
Now the captain was pacing. "No wonder they're so worked up. Excellent work, Mr. Tanner. If this is true, it could open a whole new avenue of negotiation. Computer, hail the Salekk ship."
A video feed of the Salekk ship appeared on the wall next to the captain's aquarium. She offered to share a sequencing of the human genome. The alien refused. She offered a sample of human tissue. The alien declined. She offered a preserved human corpse. The alien hissed in disapproval.
"It must be a full, living human!"
Jack leaned toward the screen. "What about my eggs? Cand-e said we could inseminate them with my own DNA. They would hatch into humans."
The alien rumbled as it considered the offer. "You, Vel- you would willingly part with your eggs?"
The captain locked eyes with him. "Jack, are you sure about this?"
Jack was silent for a moment, then shrugged. "Yeah, I'll do it. Honestly. . . I never really wanted kids."
The alien chittered and buzzed and clicked with some other aliens off-screen, then returned. "We would never demand a Vel be separated from her young," it said, bowing its head. "But if it is your wish, we humbly accept this offer. Your clutch of eggs for safe passage."
The channel was closed. Captain Sarr thanked Jack emphatically and shook his hand, which, Jack noticed, was quite a bit smaller in her grasp than the last time she'd shook it. Cand-e set a reminder for his SPUNK chamber appointment and discharged him.
On the walk back to his quarters, Jack was filled with a warm glow, and for once it wasn't sexual. No, it was the pure and innocent glow of accomplishment. For the first time since he arrived on the ship, he didn't feel like a burden.
But the feeling began to fade when, in the elevator, he turned and accidentally slapped a cadet's leg with his gaster. After an awkward apology, he got to wondering. Would the doctor be able to turn him back? Would Camille take him back? Maybe he'd be stuck as a bug-lady, but this shared time travel adventure would only strengthen their relationship. If buying an airline ticket was worth one date, how many nights would flying a spaceship into a time rift buy him?
This wishful thinking quickly devolved into another one of his increasingly-frequent romantic fantasies. He spent the rest of the evening researching the SPUNK chambers, fingering his pussy as he tried to decide which of these fantasies he would choose to live out.
That night, there were no warning shots from the Salekk vessel.
The next day, Jack's libido distracted him all through flight class. Everything brought his mind back to sex. Even gripping the manual control stick sent fantasies of wrapping his hand around a dick spinning through his mind. He took a half dozen "bathroom" breaks, but no amount of masturbation could slack his lust.
The situation wasn't helped by the growth of his egg sack. Now Jack could see the taught spherical bulges of eggs the size of grapefruits pressing against its flesh. The heat of his arousal ran up its tip and filled its bulk like a gulp of hot cider, and each exploratory touch or accidental bump brought a glow of tantalizing pleasure. He rocked back and forth in his seat as he trained, rubbing his stretched sack across curves of his chair, seeking some temporary relief from the lust that had invaded his mind.
Jack nearly sprinted from the simulator when the time came. Camille would have to have dinner without him tonight; he had a date with his wildest dreams.
As he walked, he had to constantly flex his egg sack up to keep it from dragging on the ground behind him. He had to pause and take several breaks along the way, relaxing his gaster to rest on the cold floor, a puddle of arousal pooling near its tip.
Finally, he arrived at the SPUNK chambers. The doors identified him, slid open, and closed behind him. An hour and a half. That was how long he had to get satisfaction from the miraculous device. The room was cube-shaped, about twenty feet in all directions. Its walls were the deepest black he'd ever seen, overlaid with a fuchsia hexagonal grid. Despite all his anticipation, now that he was here, he hardly knew where to begin.
"Computer," he announced in his feminine buzzing voice, "put me in. . . a bedroom."
Futuristic living quarters flickered into existence around him.
"Hmm. . . can you style it like a bedroom from 2019 AD?" The computer chirped, and the room transformed into what looked like a suite at a nice hotel. The familiar decor made him realize how much he missed his own time period.
"Almost perfect, but I have some adjustments I'd like to make. . ."
Jack barked orders at the computer as he paced around the room. He doubled the size of the main window and changed the view from a generic backyard to a nordic freljord. Electric lamps melted into romantic candles. The bed expanded to a double California king covered in the finest linen sheets and softest cashmere blankets. A few minutes later, he was satisfied. Now it was time for the interesting part.
"Computer, generate a willing sexual partner for me. Nude, late 20s, good looking, and, uh. . . male"