Date: 2619.11.24
Head Scientist Dr. Erik Aziz’s log.
Mutagen containment - Day Zero

An accident occurred during our second contact mission with the Andromedans. 

The coordinates we were given were out of date for the planet’s cycle around its star, and instead of finding what we knew as Mirach IV we came upon an entirely new planet our scanners had not identified on our last trip for an unknown reason. This new planet, embarrassingly titled “Mirach three and a half” for the time being, had life signs. Our mission was to establish second contact with Mirach IV, and our skeleton crew was not prepared for a potential first contact in the event that Mirach 3½ had sentient life, but our guest Senator Rick Rudson persuaded the Captain to chart a course.

What we found was unexpected. Mirach 3½ indeed had beings we recognized as sentient; but they were very different. Xenophobic. Territorial. They interpreted our arrival as a threat and responded accordingly. Their technological developments were inferior to ours but the element of surprise caught us at a disadvantage. 

Only one crewmate was injured before we escaped - the Senator who insisted on landing on this unfamiliar planet. Sen. Rudson was unfamiliar with standard evacuation protocol, and as the Captain explained to me, the creatures they encountered were some big and some small; Rudson had been keeping a close eye on the large ones, and that endeavored to be the wrong choice.

His suit was punctured, so in addition to the injury he also lost quite a bit of oxygen and experienced more negative pressure than the human body was designed to withstand. The suit’s defense system kicked in before it could be fatal but it left him in critical condition.

The crew was able to stabilize him but not before discovering an abnormal skin pigmentation in the area immediately surrounding the wound. Medical officer Dr. Dana Rin made extensive documentation of the affected area, and over the course of roughly an hour, determined that it was growing in size even as the wound healed.

Standard protocol for an alien illness was strict quarantine, and Dr. Rin and I agreed that until we knew more this needed to be treated as though it were contagious. Sen. Rudson was confined to the medical bay and is only to be interacted with indirectly via cameras for all crew members except for medical staff who will treat him periodically in full biohazard-protection equipment. Unfortunately, medical staff at this time is composed solely of Dr. Rin.

Our skeleton crew is composed of six people: myself, the aforementioned Dr. Rin, Captain Edmund Aium, and engineer AJ Baig make up the experienced crew; Senator Rick Rudson, who is now our patient, and his assistant Ai Travers are our two guests. Of the six, only the first two are qualified to study or treat whatever afflicts the Senator.

Rudson’s distress gave way to indignation at the quarantine’s “infringement of rights” in a matter of hours, despite his condition worsening in that time. The skin on his right arm and upper body has grown blue and ashy. Dr. Rin has reported that the senator is “incapable of seeing reason” but that this is “not entirely out of character.” I will continue to monitor this nonetheless.

With the assumption that Senator Rick Rudson, henceforth known as the Patient, is afflicted by a foreign agent, Dr. Dana Rin and I eliminated nearly all known causes. Virus, bacteria, and fungi were all ruled out methodically. Even as the shift in pigmentation spread throughout the Patient’s body, “rapid onset argyria” was an insufficient diagnosis, especially as all known causes of argyria were eliminated.

In the course of the day, the Patient has grown increasingly agitated at the solitary nature of his confinement for the protection of the rest of the crew. He has frequently attempted to engage other crew members in conversation, in particular Dr. Rin, as she is the only crew member with clearance to enter the medbay at this time, and is therefore the only person that the Patient can physically interact with. 

Additional commentary on the Patient’s mannerisms and their relationship with his role as senator have been deleted for being off topic.

On the topic of his physical wellbeing, he appears concerned and anxious, and reports feeling “strange, but not bad.” He appears unable to elaborate. He has no fever; indeed, there are no signs his body’s immune system is responding to his condition at all. Outwardly he appears physically healthy, except for the fact that now almost his entire body is the color of a stormcloud.

It was near the end of the day that I discovered the nature of the Patient’s illness. I compared the most recent skin biopsy to one of my own on the off chance it would give me any insight, and discovered something frightening: while the structure of the biopsy was the same, looking deeper revealed the DNA makeup of the Patient’s sample was no longer a normal pattern.

This skin was not human skin.

Senator Rudson is not merely becoming ill, he is becoming something else. What that is, I have no idea.

No medical reports indicate physical unwellness, but we are quickly discovering that we may only be able to rely on self-reporting as his physical makeup undergoes more changes. I anticipate that in a matter of time, our understanding of proper human physical condition will be obsolete with respect to the Patient.

Patient’s skin is now entirely a dark blue-grey, and Patient reports that the skin feels “more firm” than it previously did. Dr. Dana Rin has verified this during one of their checkups, though her suit prevents her from getting a precise sense of the texture of his skin, if at all that becomes relevant.

Additionally, I have noticed stray hairs on the ground within the medbay that led me to suspect that the Patient was shedding. We were able to convince him to remove his shirt for analysis during a checkup, but he was hesitant to tell me how hairy he was prior to his current affliction, saying it was “a personal question.” I told him that, without knowing the answer to the question, the only other way I can determine what is happening to him is to refuse him access to a shirt going forward.

Patient will be shirtless for the foreseeable future.

As the discoverer of the mutagen currently transforming our Patient, I have the honor of giving it a name. Despite the respect I give to the likes of Alois Alzheimer and Thomas Hodgkin, I have determined not to name it after myself. Given its discovery on Mirach 3½, it shall henceforth be known as the Half-Mirach Mutagen.

Patient has lost all visible body hair. He won’t remove his pants but has confirmed after a brief inspection that the hair loss extended beyond the waist. The hair on his head, however, is growing differently than it had previously. Before he had straight black hair with a balding pattern typical for a human male his age. Now, though it is still growing, it appears to be uniform irrespective of his previous baldness. The hair strands are thicker - significantly thicker than human hair. Accurate measurements are impossible, but Dr. Dana Rin estimates that the Patient’s hair strands are at least 5 times thicker than they were previously. They appear black like his old hair, but reflect a faint blue.

In addition, Patient has shrunk several inches in height. He was very alarmed to realize that he was tilting his head up to make eye contact with Dr. Rin during one of his checkups. An accurate measurement of how much the Patient has lost in total is impossible on the basis that the Patient has lied about his height on his official reports, but between time of initial exposure to the mutagen and the time of logging, Patient has lost somewhere between 3 and 5 inches of height. We have agreed to make height measurements a part of his checkups.

Despite the change in height, Patient has not lost any weight.

The gravity of the situation may finally be weighing on the Patient, who in today’s camera conversation with his assistant Ai Travers began the process of prepping her to take over his duties in our second contact mission. Over the course of the conversation, stress and adrenaline attacked her body so fiercely that I would have taken her to the medbay if it were not so occupied. I advised the Captain to be aware of the situation.

The Patient has repeatedly requested privacy, and each request has been denied. I need to see how his body develops and I can’t afford to miss anything. Patient reported feeling strange in various euphemisms which Dr. Rin eventually privately pointed out to me meant that he was horny. I encouraged the Patient to relieve himself as he deemed necessary. Patient has responded negatively to this suggestion.

Patient asked one final time for privacy, this time admitting that he needed to “get off” but that “it would be weird if you’re watching.” I suggested that Dr. Dana Rin keep watch in my stead if that would make him more comfortable. Color returned briefly to the skin on his face - but Dr. Rin refused the suggestion.

Patient paced throughout the medbay more frantically than was previously observed for about an hour after this conversation, before finally stripping off his pants and masturbating. He continued masturbating for several hours, only stopping at Dr. Rin’s insistence during their afternoon checkup. 

This checkup reports Patient has lost another 2 inches of height. Inspection of his thickening hair reveals that his roots are only slightly thicker than human hair, but that multiple roots in close proximity fuse together into hair strands that are now at least ten times thicker.

Despite the time spent stimulating himself, Patient never appeared to climax. Instead, a larger than normal quantity of precum was observed. Given that the Patient spent hours masturbating in various positions - standing up, sitting down, leaning back against a wall - this precum pooled about the floor of the medbay. Patient originally refused to clean up after himself, but when it became clear Dr. Rin was not going to do it, he complied.

After this point, Patient occupied his time speaking to other crew members through the camera, masturbating, and cleaning the cum that he would secrete off the floor. He would remain naked while talking to others, though the camera he uses to communicate with other crew members only caught him from the chest up, and he would brush off discomfort that others expressed about this.

Most of his camera meetings were with his assistant Ai Travers. Her panic at the situation has calmed only slightly, and much of the conversation today was centered around encouraging her, rather than the actual duties she was to perform. Towards the end of the conversation, Patient began slowly stroking himself. Ms. Travers remained unaware that he was doing this, too preoccupied with her duties. I strongly considered informing her of this after the fact, but the Patient told me he just “couldn’t help” himself - any more than he could help himself throughout the day today.

Patient has given up pretense of modesty, both to me and to other crew members, openly masturbating during increasingly brief conversations with them. He still seems unable to achieve orgasm, but does not appear bothered by this. His penis is now in constant state of arousal; it is only fully flaccid while he eats or sleeps, and otherwise is semi-erect when the Patient is preoccupied with something and fully erect when Patient is focused on self-pleasure or when Dr. Dana Rin is in the room. In addition, the volume of precum leakage has only increased, including when his penis is semi-erect. Patient refers to this as “drooling.” It is unclear when the Patient developed a sense of humor but all previous reports of his personality suggest this is an effect of the Half-Mirach Mutagen.

Though he continues to argue with me about his quarantine, the Patient has become fully compliant with Dr. Rin. Despite his high libido and his increasing fascination with Dr. Rin’s body, he made no unwanted advances beyond several unprompted compliments mostly centered around Dr. Rin’s behavior and character traits. An interview with his assistant Ai Travers confirms that compliments of this nature are rare for the Patient unless he wants something, or in dire circumstances such as the ones Travers is in now.

Travers has not left her quarters in the past few days. She has spent all of her time studying documents and procedures. The Patient told her yesterday that she knows all of them better than he does, but she does not seem to agree.

Thanks to the Patient’s newfound compliance, accurate measurements could be made today. Patient is now 5 feet, 2 inches tall. For the first time he appears to have lost weight, down to 165 pounds. His fat distribution has become more prominent with his decreased height, and it appears to have shifted from that of the typical human male. His posterior and thighs have proportionately more fat than the rest of his body, though plenty of fat can still be found on his stomach and arms. With his decreased height, his hands and feet have shrunk, but his head and penis are the same size.

Patient’s teeth are also changing shape. His canines have grown, while his incisors have softened and moved forward, separating and creating a large gap between them. His jaw has extended into a short snout. He still appears just as capable of speaking, instead covering the gap with his tongue to pronounce S-sounds. Dr. Rin and I have speculated as to the type of diet a creature with this teeth pattern might have. Patient has displayed a preference for soft food. More on this as it develops.

I made a mistake. The medbay door was not sealed and I dozed off. As Dr. Rin explains it, the Patient “ran amok,” spilling semen across half of the ship before she caught him. He was giggling the whole time, either in a daze or celebrating his newfound freedom. She did not have time to put on her protective gear, instead opting to minimize the damage he could do to the rest of the crew and putting herself at risk of infection. The Patient’s inability to orgasm apparently ended upon coming into contact with a female, at which point he stopped resisting Dr. Rin, who then escorted him back into quarantine.

It immediately became clear that Dr. Rin was infected with the mutagen - the places where the semen from his orgasm hit her arms and face were already becoming discolored. Dr. Rin resigned herself to the same quarantine that the Patient has been in, but expressed displeasure at sharing a room with the Patient for the night, saying she “didn’t want to reward him for bad behavior.” She and I came to an agreement to extend the quarantine zone to the hall including the medbay and the doctor’s quarters, especially since that was the area most contaminated with the Patient’s semen.

While I was sealing off the area, Captain Edmund Aium and engineer AJ Baig worked together to decontaminate all other affected areas. Once they are done, I will run some tests to ensure no one is infected.

None of us are getting much sleep tonight.

The silver lining of last night’s incident is that Dr. Dana Rin, henceforth known as Patient 2, was the only victim. All scans suggest the rest of us have not been sufficiently exposed to the mutagen.

Patient 2’s skin has altered just like Patient 1, the same dark and ashy pigment, similarly reporting that it “feels more firm.” She also reports that it is “tighter.” Her hair loss has also begun.

Patient 1 expressed regret about last night. He said he “didn’t mean to hurt Dana.” He has not masturbated since his excursion, although his body still shows signs of arousal particularly around Patient 2. Patient 2 still performs medical examinations on him, as well as herself, but otherwise limits her interactions with Patient 1. He is extremely upset about this; it’s unclear how much of this is guilt for her situation and how much of it is just a matter of disliking the consequences of his actions.

Patient 1 is now 4 feet, 9 inches tall and 155 pounds. Patient 2 reports that underneath his fat is quite a bit more muscle than she expected when she was wrangling him last night, and it’s only just beginning to show in his arms. In addition, he expresses having a lot more energy than previously, which is corroborated by how much he ran around last night, given his age.

Patient 1’s appetite has decreased, but his preference for soft foods and liquids has only grown stronger. He struggles with raw carrots, though cooked carrots are manageable. His nutrition needs appear to be mostly unchanged. All signs suggest Patient 1 is still an omnivore.

Patient 1 continues to shrink, with very few other noticeable physical developments. He is now 4 feet, 5 inches tall. He no longer expresses frustration about his decreased height, instead accepting it. He now spends all of his time sleeping, exercising, or masturbating. He seeks conversations only with Patient 2 and his assistant Ai Travers, who has expressed reluctance to speak to him, disabling her camera feed entirely.

Patient 2’s changes so far have mirrored Patient 1, but instead of losing height she seems to be gaining it. She is now 5 feet 10 inches tall, up from her previous 5 feet 7. She has reported no significant change in weight but will not tell me what the numbers are.

All of her hair has fallen out, and her new, thicker hair has begun to grow in. Similar to Patient 1, her new hair is black with a faint blue reflection, a shift from her old brown hair. She dislikes this aesthetic change, despite Patient 1’s complements of it.

The two are on speaking terms again, in part because there is very little else to occupy Patient 2’s time. But they were not friends before the mutagen and they are not friends now, even if Patient 1 is quite deferential to Patient 2.

Patient 2 expresses a significant increase in libido, similar to Patient 1’s experience at this stage of the mutagen’s effect. Early in the day she described a discomfort with her clothes, and towards the end of the day we discovered why; her breasts had grown significantly. Ever the scientist, she has determined that her nipple sensitivity has increased, the area immediately surrounding them has a new, reduced erogenous effect to the touch, and her breasts in their entirety lack the “firmness” of the rest of her skin. Some mild experimentation despite Patient 1’s reluctance revealed that his breast tissue also retained its original texture, though it had none of the other changes Patient 2 has experienced.

This experimentation led to some intimate physical interaction between the two Patients, which Patient 2 later blamed on her “damn alien sex drive.” The encounter was as follows:

While she was feeling him up, he became aroused and began to rub his penis against her thighs. To her own surprise, she did nothing to stop this, and instead began to feel up other parts of his body. “For science,” she explained to me later. She bent down to feel his butt and grabbed it, bringing her larger breasts closer to Patient 1’s face. Patient 1 leaned in and latched on to her nipple, licking and sucking as he thrust against her. She grabbed the back of his head and held it in place and bit her lip. Her eyes met one of my cameras for a moment and she blushed but continued the encounter until Patient 1 came on her leg.

Patient 1 went to sleep shortly thereafter, and Patient 2 returned to her quarters where she would spend the next several hours masturbating.

I do not have a height recording for either of them today. I could not get them to cooperate after this encounter.

Patient 1 is now just under 4 feet tall, while Patient 2’s height has surpassed 6 feet. We discussed our hypotheses about why the Half-Mirach mutagen might be affecting them differently. The most likely explanation was that the mutagen evolved in Patient 1’s body, changing the way it affected Patient 2’s. She noted that the changes are making herself and Patient 1 more sexually compatible and interdependent. She seems to think there is some intelligence to the design. On this we can only speculate.

Patient 2’s new hair has grown long, nearly matching the length it was before her affliction, and we have discovered some interesting properties about it. In addition to roots connecting into larger strands, the strands themselves split off into multiple branches, which then go on to connect with the branches from other strands, creating a sort of chaotic net, or web. Patient 2 ran her hand through it, expecting to snag on points where her hair strands connect with each other, but found the connections were extremely brittle - and new connections formed as quickly as the previous ones broke. In fact, she discovered that actually removing a strand of hair was quite difficult for this reason.

Patients also discovered that the texture of their skin was not uniform. Most similar to human skin in their pectoral area, it became more firm and less pliable in other areas, but it remained smooth and even softened up around the face, front of the body, and front of the thighs, while it became rough in texture in the back, butt, and back of the legs.

Patients made this discovery, observing each detail to each other, over the course of the hours they spent having intercourse today. Patient 2 appears to have given in to her higher libido, and has informed me that she has begun to find Patient 1 rather cute, in particular because his deference to her has grown significantly. He is now fully enamored with her; doting on her and doing everything she asks. He is also quite capable of bringing her to orgasm.

Patient 2 reports that her orgasms have grown in duration compared to before the mutagen infected her. They have not changed in intensity but now last much longer. Patient 1 reports that his orgasms have not changed significantly when factoring in his increased arousal, but added that his refractory period has decreased, though he’s not sure by how much. Upon hearing this, Patient 2 took the time to find out, and determined that it was now roughly 2-3 minutes long. During this examination, she would occasionally glance at the medbay cameras, as if verifying that I was watching.

They also discovered that Patient 1’s irises have grown in size, an observation made only now because this is the first time anyone’s made prolonged eye contact with him since he was exposed to the mutagen.

Patient 2’s breasts have not stopped growing. I don’t know anything about breast size but Patient 2 reports her measurements at 36F, up from her previous 34B. We have also noticed that her nipples have undergone a sort of mitosis. They have split, and now she has a second set of nipples directly under the original pair. Patient 1 claims to have noticed this happening yesterday but didn’t want to say anything.

Patient 2’s height also has not stopped growing. She is now 6 foot 4 inches tall. She reports this as an extremely positive change, her “second favorite after the orgasms.” She claims to be “somewhere in the 200s” regarding weight but won’t elaborate. When I asked further Patient 1 berated me, and then kissed her waist - now at his eye level.

At their current height difference, Patient 1 can no longer reach Patient 2’s breasts with his mouth when they have sex, a fact that displeases both of them greatly. If she hunches and he cranes his neck, it is possible, and occasionally they go through the trouble. They have experimented with positions where he is sitting up and she is on top of him, leaning over him so that her breasts fall into his face, which seems to yield a positive result, judging by the sounds they make.

Patient 1’s sex drive may be leveling out, but Patient 2 requires much more attention and Patient 1 is happy to oblige.

I was woken up by engineer AJ Baig, who informed me that he seems to have been infected with the mutagen. Some of his skin is changing pigment in various splotches throughout his body, spread fairly evenly. This is different from the way the two Patients have had the infection spread from a single point of contact, and suggests a sort of incubation period.

I tested myself for the mutagen and the results came back positive. It seems that Patient 1’s containment breach has given us a small exposure, and from that the mutagens inside our bodies have been multiplying. Mr. Baig, and perhaps the captain got the worst exposure by spending the most time directly around the samples that Patient 1 left in his path, but by now it must be certain that all of us have caught it, having spent time near each other since. The only one potentially safe is Ai Travers, who hasn’t left her quarters in nearly a week.

Do I even bother testing everyone? Doing so would put me in close enough proximity as to infect them in the process even if they didn’t have it before.

I suppose I should stop with this Patient 1/Patient 2 business. We’re all patients now.

AJ and Edmund are already showing visible signs of the mutagen’s effect. We’ve gone into orbit around Mirach IV and are requesting our hosts’ patience. We’ve explained that we’ve contracted an illness onboard that we can’t risk spreading. The Captain chose not to disclose how we contracted it.

Ai Travers may or may not have the mutagen. Any means I have of testing her would necessarily expose her, although it hardly matters if there is no safe way to leave the ship without risking exposure to even more people. Regardless, she won’t speak to anyone right now.

We’ve agreed to end the quarantine with Dana and Rick, with the request that they keep their more intimate activities to the medbay and Dana’s quarters, if only to avoid needing to clean the whole ship. The two of them have lost all sense of shyness on the topic of sex, and would have happily continued to mate in front of the others. They seem strangely relieved that I am comfortable observing them.

I asked Dana about this while Rick was recovering, and she told me that she’s searched for the “whys” but they all felt like justifications. She considered me a friend and was glad that something she enjoyed didn’t make me uncomfortable, she said, but then observed that we were friends before her infection and she would have never wanted to have sex while anyone was watching. Her most rational explanation was that she felt safer letting her guard down if someone else was nearby but not partaking.

Dana’s breasts have split into a second pair just underneath the first one. They’re still mostly connected but that will likely change going forward. She is now 6 feet 7 inches tall. She remarked to me that Rick’s face is the same distance from her new breasts that it was from her top row when she was shorter.

A new development is that Dana’s breasts are now producing milk. Rick has responded very enthusiastically to this, and we quickly discovered that his new mouth is rather adept at extracting milk in a way that stimulates Dana without injuring her. Dana’s canines have grown but there is no indication that her teeth will follow the same trajectory as his. Dana believes this is another way the mutagen is making them interdependent; she is meant to eat for both of them while he gains all of his nutrients from her milk. This is supported by Dana’s appetite nearly doubling overnight.

Rick appears to have stopped changing for the most part, now 3 feet 10 inches tall. His butt and thighs are thick with fat, with his belly nearly as much. His teeth now form two straight lines that do not converge, instead of one curved line, with a gap between them through which he happily sucks milk from his mate, and a short snout to ensure he can still use his teeth if need be, possibly for hunting to feed his mate.

Rick expresses no interest in senatorial work, saying that Ms. Travers is more than competent enough to fulfill his duties on the mission, “if we’re even still doing that.”

Dana offered me some of her breastmilk. It was probably a mistake, but my curiosity got the best of me. I’m already infected, so it could really do nothing but speed up the process.

The changes were drastic.

I am now further along than either AJ or Edmund. All of my skin is an ashy stormcloud, I have begun to lose hair, and I have even lost an inch and a half of height. Was it worth it? Hard to say.

It was rather unexpected that Dana would feel up my cock while I drank from her. We got carried away. I considered her a longtime friend and nothing more, but the extenuating circumstances have made that relationship more malleable. 

As I write this log, I find myself hornier now than I was when Dana had her hand in my pants. The effects of the mutagen are consistent in this way, at least. I don’t presently feel the need to relieve myself, instead simply enjoy the arousal, but I imagine that if I tried to orgasm I would find I had the same problem that Dana and Rick had at this stage in their development.

Dana is now approaching 7 feet tall. It is rather imposing. She enjoys the power that comes from having the height advantage over everyone else, and now that her quarantine has ended she is enjoying everyone else’s reaction to it.

Ai still has not emerged from her quarters. AJ went in to check on her. He emerged an hour later, with the skin on his face completely changed and a gap formed in his teeth. He informed me that Ai’s changes were similar to Dana’s, and quite far along. He said that she had an air of authority to her that was previously absent. He blushed when I asked for more details.

What he describes seems to confirm a possibility Dana and I discussed but previously ignored; that this mutagen is consistent across its hosts - at least, hosts of the same species - but follows an exaggerated sexual dimorphism, where males all receive certain traits and females all receive others. The intelligent design of this mutagen is, frankly, suspicious.

I have reached the stage where I cannot stop masturbating. Rick’s lack of description of the experience originally led me to assume he could not achieve orgasm. This assumption was incomplete. The reality is that, as long as I am touching myself, I am experiencing a nonstop, mild orgasm. It is rather addictive. It’s hard to think about anything else when this is an option.

Rick tells me that this phase wears off. I don’t want it to wear off. It feels so good. I understand where he was coming from now. Ha. Coming. I’m cumming all the time, just leaking. Rick called it drooling. That does feel accurate. Like when you see something you really like and just start drooling.

I really like Dana. We’ve been good friends until now, but now I find her expertise so much more charming, her confidence captivating, and her body… well, even beyond the obvious sexual attraction, she’s just so pretty. I assumed the mutagen was changing my tastes to find this new, four-breasted, 7 foot tall, blue-grey skinned, wide-irised being attractive, so I looked at old photos of her, before she mutated, to measure my reaction to them. Regardless of which Dana I was looking at, I found her outrageously pretty. Dazzling.

To further the experiment, I found photos of other women in my database. Mostly photos of authors of published scientific journals. I found them all so much prettier than I used to. This new mutagenic psychology I am increasingly finding myself under appears to make me easily captivated by nearly any woman.

It feels wrong to masturbate to pictures of women without their permission. I am confident Dana would grant it in her current state, but I can’t bring myself to ask. For now, I am simply masturbating to images in my imagination. Images of tall women.

My modesty appears to be slipping. It’s one thing to document changes in another person, but this is quite a bit more than I’d normally reveal about myself.

AJ has spent all of his time in Ai’s quarters. I haven’t seen either of them at all today, though I’ve certainly heard them.

Erik is too busy lapping at my teat to write a log right now, so I’ll do it for him.

He’s developed into a real cutie. All the boys have. Whatever species we have become, it is clear that the males are all submissive to the females. They do everything I ask without question, and Rick even goes out of his way to anticipate my needs, probably because he’s the furthest along. I am appreciating this change, and I’m making sure to reward my boys enough that they appreciate it too.

Rick is now entirely dependent on my milk for his diet. I’m encouraging Erik to get there too, and judging by the way his cock is poking against my stomach, he doesn’t need that much encouragement. I convinced him to go without clothes “to document anything he may otherwise miss,” though quite frankly I don’t think I needed to justify it. I think if I told him to strip, he would have done so.

On the flip side, my dietary needs have tripled. I suppose it takes a lot of nutrients to sustain this huge body and any boys I happen to be feeding. Resources are no concern, of course, but Rick is a lousy cook.

My irises have now entirely replaced the whites of my eye. My pupils have grown, and in their centers a new part of the eye, a dark red circle, has formed. I am unsure what utility this new eye structure provides, but it creates a distinctly inhuman appearance to my eyes. My boys love to gaze into my eyes either way.

What concerns me is that I haven’t seen Ms. Travers a single time since my quarantine. Edmund says that she’s shaping up the same way I am, which might be interesting. She was an anxious mess before all this, I doubt she can take command of these boys like I’ve done. But despite my coaxing, Edmund seems more loyal to Ai, at least for now.

Tomorrow, Erik is going to be ready for me to take him inside of me. I’ve had him whimpering all day, but he’s at the stage where he can’t have normal orgasms and if I let him have it now Rick would never get a turn. Plus I’ve got things to do eventually.

I do not know how to describe the pleasure I’ve experienced today. My cock between Her soft thighs, my head between Her lower breasts, eyes closed, breathing ragged, thrusting encouraged by Her legs wrapped around my waist and the words She whispered from beyond the sea of breast between us. Her body was so comfortable and welcoming underneath me. I just… fit there. I was in equal measure desperate for the next moment of pleasure to arrive and desperate for this one to remain forever.

She cradled me through a powerful orgasm that had been building for days, and as I shook with a pleasure I had never known before, it was as if a switch flipped in my mind. As I came down I realized… I love Dana. Immensely. And I felt in that moment, and still feel now, that She loves me too.

It feels different from the love I experienced as a human. No, not different… It feels like there’s another component, or multiple new components, that I never felt as a human. There is the romantic love, and the platonic love, and the sexual desire, and also something else I’ve never experienced before.

I think… I belong to Her. That belonging brings me a kind of peace.

As a human it would have bothered me that Dana was also having sex with Rick, but things are different now. It feels wrong to limit Her to only one belonging, and beyond that inhumane (or another word more appropriate for whatever we are now) to cut Rick off from what he needs.

Dana and I did not stop at one orgasm, not even before Rick took my place. Dana wanted to ensure that I was properly satisfied after being so pent up for so long. I whimpered my love with each thrust as She stroked the back of my head and hummed Her own pleasure. It took four consecutive orgasms before I needed a break, not yet feeling my needs subside, merely feeling the exhaustion set in. 

While I rested, and contentedly watched Dana straddle Rick as he clutched her lower breasts from underneath, I thought about how natural it all felt. In a strange way, the hardest adjustment to make has been the way my teeth and jaw have changed. I had to relearn how to pronounce some sounds. Suckling at Dana’s breast for longer periods has made it worth it, though.

I think I no longer consider myself human. I am still logical, and still emotional, but my priorities have shifted. Obeying and pleasing my partner has become the most important thing in the universe, beyond even the curiosity that drove me here. I am no longer interested in making decisions for myself, instead entrusting them to Her.

Ai came out of her quarters. 

She has certainly developed. Her anxiety was completely gone, replaced with a calm confidence that I couldn’t help but be impressed by. She had me follow her to her quarters.

Being alone with a woman I hardly recognized was unnerving; even more so once she gave me my first command. She told me to kneel, and I obeyed without even considering whether I should. It was only when I was on the ground, in front of her while she sat on her bed, legs spread, that I considered the control she had over me. 

When she told me to kiss her inner thigh, I attempted to resist, but the urge to give in, to follow the commands of a gorgeous woman and bring her pleasure, made my heart race. I began to rationalize, to reason that this command was fine, that surely I could disobey the next one.

And then the next one came. Kiss higher.

And then the next one. Inhale her scent.

Each command led me into the next, tempting me to go further, until she had me eating her pussy with abandon, drunk with obedience and arousal. It was worse than simply telling me to do it; she had made me eager. It was as if this was the logical conclusion, the only possible outcome, and I merely had a choice of whether to suffer or enjoy it.

When she finally let me go, my tongue and jaw were sore, and my cock was drooling with precum like it had been three days ago. I had to tell Dana. I had been disloyal, whether I was in control or not, and She needed to know.

I expected a punishment. Dana looked furious. But when I was finished telling her what happened, She asked me if Ai had let me cum. I shook my head. She asked me in a tone I could not decipher, who I belonged to. I told Her the truth: I belong completely and utterly to Her.

Then She took me into a warm embrace and told me that as long as I never forgot that, that was all that mattered. She kissed me and told me She loved me. And then She insisted on doing for me what Ai would not.

The relationship dynamics of our kind confuse me at the same time that they come naturally to me. I am utterly powerless around women, and the women around me know this and take advantage of it, but so too do they forgive me for being taken advantage of. Dana understands I can’t control myself. Instead, She seems to place all animosity toward Ai.

I sort of feel bad for AJ and Edmund. Dana is the best mate I could ask for.

Let me be clear: Erik is Mine. I don’t like it when other people play with my things.

The psychology of whatever species I have become appears to be very territorial. The idea of Ai even entering the places I’ve claimed fills me with a kind of rage that makes no rational sense. We are not enemies, but I cannot control it.

I have claimed Erik in two ways: First, I gave him his first orgasm in his new life, and me came inside me. I suspect our kind do a sort of imprinting that way. Second, I marked him. I removed a strand from the complex web of my hair and attached it to his. My eyes, and probably Ai’s too if hers have the same new red circle, can distinguish my mark on him, and somehow I know I’ll be able to distinguish it from another woman’s mark. Obviously, I marked Rick the same way, and now there can be no confusion about who they belong to.

I told Rick to relay a message to one of Ai’s boys, to have him relay it to Ai. I told him that Ai and I needed to meet today to discuss some important things. Each of us should bring only one of our boys, to minimize the chance of a potential conflict. I brought Erik, and she brought Edmund.

To my surprise, that meeting went extremely well. Credit to Ai for her experience in politics shining through; her diplomatic skills are to be admired.

We divided up the ship into her territory, my territory, and neutral territory. We agreed that the hallways between rooms, the mess hall, and the cockpit all needed to be neutral territory. This required sacrifices from both of us. She offered to trade some of her spaces for some of mine and I found that agreeable. It made sense to give her the engine room under the condition that she kept the ship working, since the engineer was hers already, and we agreed not to try to steal each others’ boys.

I even let the incident with Erik slide. A gesture of goodwill on my part, which she acknowledged at the end of our meeting.

I can’t imagine being friends with Ai, or any other woman of my kind, I suppose. If we are all so territorial, we are naturally repelled by each other. But ignoring the one transgression made before we set ground rules, we have no reason to fight, and we only have one ship to share. Whatever we are now, we are still beings of reason.

The big decision to make is the plan for the future. Our original second contact mission is impossible. But Erik mentioned the intelligent design of the mutagen bothering him. That led Edmund, who had landed on Mirach 3½, to compare our current forms to that of the creatures on that planet. And Ai, smart as a whip, noted that the Andromedans likely would have been aware of this planet, and had given us coordinates that happened to lead us there. We were starting to form a picture that we did not like.

It left us with questions which our “friends” at Mirach IV may be able to answer. Depending on what they know, we could choose to confront them in person, and see what becomes of it.

On the other hand, we could return to Earth. Ai mentioned several ex-boyfriends she wouldn’t mind claiming the way she’s claimed AJ and Edmund. I can’t help but think about the fiance I left on Earth… and how much cuter he would look if he were shorter…