Progenitor

By Ken Haramiru

Reborn as the irresistible Progenitor, a World War 2 veteran is out to spread the next stage of human evolution. His new, alien-built body exudes pheromones which make every woman around him want him. But his altered genetics have added a few optimizations to the breeding process along the way. This 22,000+ word novella involves lots of vaginal sex, rapid pregnancy, egg-laying, and object insertion.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ken Haramiru
• Release date: Oct 14, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301776733

Ken Haramiru

Ken Haramiru lives in a large city on America's west coast. He's gainfully employed at a large, faceless corporation, and owns several adorable pets.He's written science fiction off and on since his teens, but either couldn't finish stories due to writer's block, or they were fan fiction and thus unpublishable. One day not very long ago, he got frustrated with a block and just wrote a sex scene to move the plot along. After blinking in disbelief, he discovered that was the only way he could absolutely, always get through a writer's block.After a while of conflict, he came to an uneasy truce with himself: he primarily writes erotica, but the more traditional author in him demands that his stories also have a plot beyond the sex.

Book preview

The Progenitor stories were the first erotic stories I posted anywhere. They were posted on several free story sites, and the earlier versions of them are still out there. That having been said, the story you're reading is several times more polished than those rough drafts published elsewhere. The story originally ended when Phil left the beach house, but that's only a third of the way through this story.

PROLOGUE

Even if my new body lives forever, what's the point if everyone forgets me as soon as I walk away? Our entire species is genetically incapable of remembering me, and my face changes so frequently now that photographs and videos are useless. If I'm found out by the government or the scientific community, my keepers can press a button and reduce me to a watery paste within seconds. This diary is my one chance to leave a mark in history, though it may get labeled as fiction. But hell, fictional characters often make more of a mark on history than the living, and I've lived twice now. So, whether I'm real or not: my name is Phillip Young, and this is the completely fictional story of my second life.

Once, I was as human as anyone else. I lived, loved, laughed - and finally died. I'd had more good years than bad, and only a few complaints. When I breathed my last breath on my hospital bed, my dying mind thought I was walking into a soft but brilliant light. I honestly wasn’t sure whether the light would take me to heaven or hell, and I still believe a solid case could’ve been made for either destination.

I didn’t expect the white light to fade away, leaving me with the familiar not-quite-black of the insides of my eyelids. I blinked my eyes open in surprise and found that I was lying on a flat surface about the size of a hospital bed. More importantly, I was surrounded by big-headed slender gray aliens, exactly like the ones we see on TV. One of them fixed me with his unblinking jet-black eyes, and words formed in my head: No afterlife for you, this time.

I felt intense disappointment. My final months had been miserable thanks to a cancerous mass in my chest. When I finally died today, it'd felt like the greatest mercy I could possibly receive. Now I’d been brought back to die of cancer again? How long would it take?

The creature cocked its head to the side quizzically and thought to me, What cancer? Your new body doesn’t have cancer.

I suddenly realized that my lack of pain wasn't from being numbed with drugs, but because I was no longer a ruined husk of a man. I sat up and looked down at my body, my muscles moving with a speed and smoothness I hadn't felt since childhood. I wondered as I looked down at a body which now bore little resemblance to the one I’d died in just a few minutes ago.

My new body was young and muscular - and naked. I looked down at my hand and clenched my fist experimentally, watching my skin flex without wrinkles for the first time since my late 20s. I noticed a video projection to my left, where I could see a translucent 3D projection of my body mirroring my movements. I put my hand to my head in surprise and suddenly realized that I was completely bald.

The alien stepped up and touched my arm reassuringly, his words flowing into my mind like a tidal wave of reality-defying silent sound. Your colony world is ready to evolve again, and you’ve been chosen to spread the genetic update.

I furrowed my brows in surprise. What colony world? You want me to do what?

The alien blinked its jet-black eyes, clearly deciding I was slow on the uptake. The human population on your world is ready to be upgraded from version 19 to version 20. You were chosen as the Progenitor of this release, the alien stated simply. It gestured at the projection of my body, and its projection of my penis became instantly, embarrassingly erect. I looked back at him, just as he touched some kind of device on my bed.

My vision blacked out instantly, replaced by a wave of images cascading through my head. Many were intensely erotic, while several appeared mathematical. The images cascaded into my consciousness, a tidal wave of data that made me feel like my head was about to explode. I could hear myself screaming, but it was like it was at a distance. And just as my lungs emptied themselves, the feed of data stopped abruptly. My vision returned instantly and I blinked my eyes in disbelief, trying to understand what had just happened to my vision. I could feel the data in my head now, like a frozen glacier of information just waiting to seep into my conscious mind. My mind was furiously churning in the background, just beginning to integrate some of the information. Small, minor facts began to bleed into my conscious mind, first in an occasional drip, then a light sprinkle which escalated into a monsoon rain of data over the course of mere minutes. I couldn't say anything as the data flooded my brain, and the aliens just stood around me silently. Since they’d already demonstrated they could read my mind, I imagined that they were watching to make sure I understood what they were transmitting.

As the facts began to sort out, my first major revelation was that although we may believe humanity evolved naturally on Earth, it didn't. It may have been natural elsewhere, but not here or on any of the other colony worlds the aliens were working with. Our species began on a distant star and gradually evolved into the gray beings which now stood before me. The aliens I was surrounded by were simply which had evolved so far away from their primitive roots that they were unable to establish colonies on primitive planets. After millennia of failure, they'd discovered that the key was to create a devolved version of themselves to populate a planet with. So, they created us. They simplified our genomes and hardened our bodies, at the expense of our intelligence and longevity. Then they developed a series of genetic upgrades for us which could, at an accelerated pace, rush our evolutionary path from cave-dwelling savages to fully evolved beings just like themselves. And whenever humanity was ready for the next wave in the evolutionary process, the aliens would intercept one of our dying souls and install it into a specially crafted Progenitor body like mine.

My body - the data flow switched focus. I learned that I had an upgraded metabolism and that my body constantly secreted pheromones that would trigger certain pre-programmed instinctive behaviors embedded into our species. The biggest change though was the self-replicating nanites in my bloodstream. Those nanites were responsible for an accelerated reproductive cycle, regular and drastic changes to my appearance, and - should the aliens deem it necessary - the ability to reduce my entire body to an orange goo within seconds. I shuddered as the mental image of that process played through my mind.

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