The Great Proliferation Begins

Mission Time: 1345, March 12th, 2154

Location: Lucy's Lament Colonial Medical Center

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The Medical Center, a large, spacious, and compartmentalized portion of the colony with excellent lighting and climate control, was converted easily by the Soldier Progenitors who were working tirelessly to convert the rooms into something akin to a Hive. Dr. Wyandotte watched them with pregnant expectation, wondering what would happen next, if they'd bring in more hosts, and why they hadn't already raided Colonial Housing in ****.

She wasn't surprised, then, when the creatures brought Sandra Sorelli in through one of the air vents. She had tried to watch the spectacle of what was happening in the Colonial Housing area on camera, but between the lights, shoddy camera coverage, and systems already damaged by Progenitor, she couldn't tell what was happening. She had expected an impregnated girl to show up somewhere, but instead they brought Sandra uncompromised to the Medical Facility, fastened her to the wall, and let her get a good look at what was going on around her before setting to work. And by good look she meant hanging on the walls for an hour or so as she watched those around her and whined and begged with the cool, calculating alien forces that had taken her hostage.

Wyandotte watched and liked her lips while Sorelli's gaze moved from victim to victim. She paused the longest on Chris whose tight, muscular belly was distended to a look of nearly seven months while something wriggled inside him. His cock stood erect like the Mast of a ship while the creatures squirmed, though his head remained drooped; he didn't dare make eye contact with anyone.

Dr. Fischer lay next to Olivia in the center of the room. While the doctor's belly was beginning to grow, it wasn't nearly at the rate that the other girls (and Chris) were experiencing. It was like her own pregnancy was stunted by her offspring's father. Amber. And while she hadn't completely forgotten what Amber had done to her and the horror and powerlessness of having been subdued and subjected to impregnation by another woman, there was more acceptance to her demeanor now. There was no getting the creature, or creatures, out of her, so she watched her own physical transformation with objective curiosity. Her tits had begun to leak, but nothingg like Olivia's. The other woman's breasts were swelled twice their normal size and milk ran down them and over her chest and belly in a constant, steady, though light, stream. Her hands traced through it alone until she found Alice's and they explored the wet trails of lactose together.

"This is what we are meant to do." Olivia said, neither distress nor happiness in her voice. More calm acceptance. "We are meant to breed, to bear the children of our overlords..."

"Our overlords..." Alice Fischer mirror with disconnected content.

Chris groaned on the wall.

Olivia's hands found Alice's own belly, and they took their turns stroking one another, enjoying the feel of sharing something as intiment as producing children for their overlords together. In this sense, they knew, they were becoming sisters.

Their explorations of each other only became more heated and intense as Jennifer, Tabby, and then Olivia herself went into labor, their contractions mighty and hard, though the three of them satisfied to serve their masters so. The three girls produced dozens of new larva, which were then carried away by the Soldier Progenitors, who didn't set to work impregnating the girls immediately afterwards. They were waiting for something.

It was when Annalise went into labor that Alice thought she might have a clue of what. The girls' stomach was now ballooned impossibly large, almost big enough to match the rest of her body. She quivered on the wall, the distended sack of her stomach pulsating, convulsing, and the girl only able to moan, groan, smile, and then gasp which each movement until the flower like pattern of the bulge began to open. At first, Dr. Fischer was certain that she was watching the girl die. But, instead, her stomach opened, peeling back like a flower, and it's vile, horrid fruit falling out on the floor. Alice's eyes danced from Annalise, to Sandra who looked on in terror, and then back to Annalise. The petals of her flower were curling back in, self suturing themselves, and Annalise could only smile as her stomach shrunk in on itself and fused back together.

Her baby, if it could be called a baby, was a soft, white, blob of a creature on the floor, its body covered in armor that hadn't hardened yet. It squirmed and moved, and Alice noted immediately it was at least three times the size of the other creatures and getting bigger right before her eyes...