Cribs in Camo

Nathan woke up suddenly. It was like any other morning in quarantine; the walls went from dark to shining white and his bed was inclined to a sitting position. His military uniform sat folded in a chair by his bed, calling out to be worn but, as far as he could see, never to be worn again.

A nurse came in, wearing classic white scrubs with red lining around the edges. She was considered immune to the ailments. The nurse would bring breakfast along with a cup of medications.

"Good morning, Private James. Here is your breakfast, and remember, please, to take the medications." She then left. You didn't really want to hang around the pregnant men for too long.

Nathan, on the assumption that the cycles were the same as those of women, was 8 months pregnant and a rather extraordinary case. Many humans exposed to a specific signature of radiation common in the environment became infected, so to speak.

It being 2300, humans had found a new Earth. The original one had become grossly polluted. Everyone was migrated to this sort of archipelago of habitable space, three dozen moons less than a quarter of the size of Earth riddled in orbit around a planet two times the size of Mars. This planet, too, was habitable. The trouble was that it was already inhabited.

Thousands of scores of aliens, much like tigers but about twice their size, roamed the planet's surface. The military powers of the world united to defeat them. Two issues arose, however. The first was that these aliens reproduced at an alarming rate, maturing and birthing and dying like flies. The second was that this first issue was likely caused by the nuclear waves being emitted from the planet.

These waves were short ranged. They could not get past the planet's atmosphere. They were, however, very pungent. And undetectable. This is how Nathan Jones was affected, like so many other soldiers.

Nathan pulled the tray up to his stomach, the bloated round thing way too big for the tray table to get over. This was not new. Nathan picked up a bowl of oatmeal, grabbed the spoon, and placed the bowl on his enormous pregnancy. He plunged the spoon in and started eating.

Other than the fact that these patients started as men, their pregnancies seemed relatively normal. All of the men were homosexuals, had all been ejaculated into during anal, and were all humans who had previously been entirely normal. No findings had been made about them, but the only condition that had truly changed was the nuclear signature, so scientists blamed it on that.

Nathan finished the meal, getting through the eggs and bacon fairly quickly. A doctor came in practically on cue with an ultrasound machine in his hand.

They had made many advancements in ultrasounds, the screen was holographic and the reader was lubricated automatically without the jelly. Because of the unknown nature of the pregnancy, a full body ultrasound was to be made in case of anything out of the ordinary. Nathan had been through this dozens of times. He shed his clothes, completely vulnerable to any and all that walked through the hall and looked through the glass wall.

Images were taken of his arms and legs, with no change. The breast-like growths on his chest appeared to be just like female ones, albeit with smaller nipples. Body hair loss was noticed on him just like it was on every other person. Each of his twins showed normal development as to female maternity. The babies were actually ever so slightly large for 36 weeks.

Nathan winced and sighed in pleasure as the machine was dragged across his butt cheeks, ass hole, and penis; the pleasure becoming more intense as the machine glossed over the very female vagina that took the place of his now apparently vanished scrotum and testes. They were only allegedly gone because Nathan could still produce viable sperm.

According to the doctors, a uterus had developed around his growing fetuses and pulled to the front of his body where it joined the rest of the female reproductive system that had developed in place. Nathan sat quietly sighing as the doctor went over his body.

As the doctor was just finishing up the half hour exam, Nathan saw a very young looking man in a hospital bed being pushed hurriedly through the hall by a crowd of nurses. He looked just about ready to push, but a similarly young looking guy stopped him by leaning in and kissing the guy. Nathan was torn, immediately, back to one of several intimate times with a man that were the possible sexual encounters causing his conception.

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8 Months before, Nathan's POV

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Bryce pushed me into the bed. In the army barrack, it wasn't exactly uncommon to have sex with the other gay soldiers, as sexuality wasn't an issue of don't ask and don't tell any longer. I pulled him into the bunk with me as he ripped off my camouflage. We kissed passionately as we undressed each other, and Bryce just kept on going until I was wearing nothing but my combat boots.

I was a pretty thin guy, though strong, but Bryce was a brute. 250 pounds of manly muscle covered over by a layer of thick fat. He flipped me over on my stomach and held my ass cheeks in his hands, licking down my sweaty back to the treasure in his grasp. I moaned as his tongue slipped down my ass crack, and into me. I gasped as the thing soaked my hole. It felt amazing, his tongue inside me and his warm breath on the sensitive skin.

My moans got louder as he went, and just as I was seemingly about to climax he stopped. He positioned himself behind me, pants grinding up my butt and his bulge satisfied between my cheeks. I leaned away from him, turning around and pulling his pants down to his knees. His cock sprung from its cloth hiding place, and my mouth was on it immediately. The thick head went in my mouth and down my throat as I sucked, his grunts music to my ears as I worked his shaft with my tongue.

"Mm, yes baby, work my cock with that mouth..." he said, commanding, and pushing my head into his crotch. His sweaty skin smelled masculine, Bryce's musk a scent I was most definitely familiar with. He was a private just like me, though I did outrank him in the more specific leagues. We slept in the same barracks, enjoying each other often just like many other soldiers did around here.

I kept on working the big piece of meat with my mouth until he made me stop. Bryce roughly pulled my mouth off of his cock and turned me around, my ass facing him and still wet with his saliva. The tip of his glorious cock and the tight opening I call my asshole met, causing a warm sensation that was followed by the painful but ecstasy-like feeling of his hips hitting my ass cheeks.

"You like that, baby?" he said gruffly. I nodded, my face red from resisting the urge to cry out. He grabbed my shoulder and rammed me again before pulling my back up parallel to him and saying,

"I said, do you like that, baby?" I exhaled heavily, nodding again.

"Yes, Bryce, I love your cock in my ass..." I really did. His cock stretched me like no other had before, but got deep enough to make me harder with every thrust. He released me, starting to thrust in rhythm. I inhaled sharply, each push making me more horny.

By the time he was up to a speed, I was stiff as a rock. Moaning loudly, ass red, teeth clenched, I was in ecstasy. Other soldiers walked by, naked and wet from showering, and nodded in approval.

"Oh, fuck... I'm going to cum..." Bryce said quietly into my ear. I nodded.

"Me too..." I clenched my ass and stopped moving against him, letting his cock pound me rather than moving with it. Soon enough his cock shot thick, heavy loads of cum into my ass, the pure pressure of the shot making me explode myself, all over the bed. I turned over and smiled at him.

"Thank you..." He pulled out of me and lay down, running his fingers down the lines of my abs.

"You're welcome, but I owe you a thanks too..." He said.

"Oh, well, I didn't even do that much..." I smiled at him. He grabbed one of my butt cheeks and said,

"You did enough..." He chuckled, kissing me.