Log Entry 1: Date: 2525, 10.31: This is cadet Stuart Mansion of the Washington, class-D18 exploratory vessel. I am making this log as per captains orders, as redundant as they may be. Mrs. High and Mighty wants everyone, down to stupid old Stuart, keeping these regularly updated. Something about the fleet’s new policies or something. If someone is listening to these in the future you have my apologies. This is going to be boring and whiny. Log Entry 2: Date 2525, 11.3: Just got back from the surface of an unexplored world, now designated Theta-12. Readings appear normal, planet is devoid of life. Mostly just rocks and stones and pebbles. Cant say I can complain, makes my job easier. Pretty standard exploratory mission, we’ll be in orbit the next couple months cataloguing mineral resources and the like. I cant say Im looking forward to it, lots of spreadsheets and long division involved. I hate long division. Like I said, whiny and boring. Log Entry 3: Date 2525, 11.4: Really hungry today for some reason. Had two breakfasts, a big afternoon snack before lunch, three whole bowls of nutrient gruel for lunch and four helpings for dinner. Cadet Strong wanted to send me to medbay, but I persuaded her otherwise. Honestly, I still feel hungry right now, might sneak out for a midnight snack… Log Entry 4: Date 2525, 11.7: Shit, maybe medbay was the right thing to do. I got some kind of rash or something; looks like a big black and blue mark, just above my groin. It itches, and it kinda hurts to pee. Still hungry as balls, managed to grab a box of energy chews to hold me over between meals. The galley officers are fed up, and arent letting me get seconds anymore, let alone fifths. So, energy chews and chewing gum are what Ive got to hold me over until my appetite settles down. Going to put some ointment on the rash and see if it clears up in the morning. No reason to bother the docs if I don’t need to. Log Entry 5: Date 2525, 11.8: Rash is still here, same as last night. Guess ill try the ointment again. God Im hungry. Log Entry 6: Date 2525, 11.8: Ok, two entries today. So what. Big news about Theta-12; some of the drones we sent down have found signs of life! Fossilized, but they’re there! Looks like some microbes, nothing we havent seen on a dozen lifeless rocks, but its always nice to put on the reports. “The Washington finds prehistoric aliens.” Nice ring to it. I’ve always loved paleontology, I’ve got a half dozen holotapes about dinosaurs and mammoths and stuff, that shit is awesome! Anyways, analysis of the fossils is…inconclusive. Not sure if they were plants or animals or something in between. Captain says plants, most of the crew agrees with her. Id like to think they were amoebas or something, maybe even microscopic little green men with tiny cities and cars and shit. But what do I know? Log Entry 7: Date 2525, 11.11: Ok. Shit. Where to start. Its not a rash. Its not a fucking rash and its something bad, really bad. Goddamn I wish I had more than just these goddamn chews right now, I’m so hungry I can barely think. There’s a small bulge now, where there used to just be a black-and-blue mark. Its about half the size of a golf ball, and slightly uneven. When I wear my uniform it just looks like ive got a small stiffy. Cutting the log short tonight, I need to sit down for a while. Log Entry 8: Date 2525, 11.12: Broke ship regulations today. Snuck into the hold and stole a huge thing of nutrient gruel. Miracle nobody saw me, but it was during sleep cycle. Shit, this is enough to get me discharged, but at least I’m not so fucking hungry. Anyways, theories. Ive got theories on my little wart thingy. My first thought is that ive developed a tumor, maybe from some unknown radiation source on Theta-12. It could be internal bleeding or some kind of hemorrhoid, id need to get medbay the check. Might be a space alien genetic mutation from tiny green fossil men, hah. I think its growing, just by a little bit each day. Ill think about going to medbay tomorrow, I have to eat now Log Entry 8: Date 2525, 11.12: Cant go to medbay. Fuckers there would see the bulge, then they’d look around my quarters, see my stashes of food, get me thrown out of this ship first chance they get. Cant let that happen, have to keep my job. Probably shouldn’t let anyone else see it, now that I think about it. People might be getting suspicious that Cadet Mansion always has a hardon, need to cover up somehow. Note to self; start wearing bigger pants. Log Entry 9: Date 2525, 11.15: Its bigger now, by a sizeable amount. About the size of my fist. Probably going to stuff my pockets with chews to distract attention. More news from the surface; evidence of larger creatures, even some plants, but much older then the microbes. Probably extinct long before the microbes evolved. Im going to sneak into the medbay, I need to run some tests. Log Entry 10: Date 2525, 11.17: Things are bad. I ran a Epsilon-Goldstein test on myself and…fuck. I am going to try and keep this updated on a more regular basis, and well, if this is as bad as I fear Im going to be a bit more formal. In the event of my untimely death, please listen to these in their entirety in case they contain some information about the circumstances that led to my demise. I have a parasite, something from Theta-12 maybe. As far as I can tell its absorbing the fat I would be gaining from overeating. Im feeding this thing. Ive got to run more tests, got to figure this thing out. Log Entry 11: Date 2525, 11.18: The parasite is now about the size of a grapefruit. Its started to sag, hanging over my groin like a floppy beanbag tumor. I’m only going out during sleep cycles now, if I can avoid it. Maybe I should get some help though, who knows what this thing will do to me? I hope to god this thing doesn’t kill me. Please don’t let it kill me. Log Entry 12: Date 2525, 11.19: Cadet Strong almost saw it. Barged into my room asking about me. I think she’s concerned about my health, which she has every right to be. Had to pretend I was masturbating to keep it hidden, to get her to leave. Pity, I think she liked me. Log Entry 13: Date 2525, 11.20: Still so fucking hungry, already halfway through the nutrient paste, and out of chewing gum. Wintermint flavor was my favorite, but in the case that someone in the future is listening to these, please make Cinnamon the standard issue gum for fleet vessels. If there’s something good I can leave the universe it can be easy access to cinnamon chewing gum, may history remember me for that. Log Entry 14: Date 2525, 11.21: No, cant let anyone see it. Cant ask for help. They’ll put me in a fucking cage or a lab environment, run tests on me like a guinea pig. Cut me open and run trials to see what this thing does. Treat me like an animal. Cant let that happen, need to keep hidden. Need to keep the parasite hidden. Log Entry 15: Date 2525, 11.22: More info from drones. Some of the fossils, a significant minority of each extinct species, display similar aberrant traits. All of these are among the most recent fossils. Very different from the original species, and from their makeup it seems unlikely that a divergent evolution of that scope happened to every species at the same period. Something similar between all these mutants. Guess the science division will handle this, for all I know about paleontology, ive got more important things. Got to keep this damn thing hidden. Log Entry 16: Date fuckwhocaresanymore: About the size of a cantaloupe now. Im afraid how big this thing will get. I’m going to wear my landing suit in the event I leave my room now, it might help conceal the bulge. Log Entry 17: Date undefined: Shit, I was thinking about the fossils the drones found. Did whatever I picked up…forget it. Cant think about stuff like that. Have to focus on the positive. Learned to mix nutrient gruel with ground energy chews to make some kind of muesli. Tastes ok. Need to eat more. Log Entry 18: Date undefined: Ok, something new came up. Parasite is starting to spread; black and blue marks starting to spread over my body like icky spidery veins. Not good. And now Im fucking hard as a rock. Like, hard as I’ve ever been. Whatever is going on is seriously fucking with me, going to add another entry after I JO. Log Entry 19: Date undefined: I cant cum. I jacked it for hours, even started dry humping the furniture. Couldn’t cum. Barely can feel my erection now its been hard so long. This is upsetting. Log Entry 20: Date dayItriedfuckingmysuit‘ssleeves: Am I pregnant? Log Entry 21: Date dayItriedfuckingmysuit‘ssleeves: If im preggers then give me a goddamn medal, because I am going through this shit faster then any lady in history, in a fucking tiny room on a rust bucket miles above a dead world eating just energy chews and gruel. Go me! Log Entry 22: Date undefined: Shit, thought about boning Cadet Strong all night. Maybe she’d be able to make me cum? But she’d see the parasite. They’d do things to it, to me. Hurt us. Veins have started to bulge, starting to look like subcutaneous arms coming off the main mass. Shit, she’s got such nice tits, Strong does. Just want to bend her over and…FUCK THIS THING! Cant even jerk off! Part of me wants to just cut it out, consequences be damned, but I have to live this through. Have to…fuck it. Cant keep recording tonight, too goddamn horny. Goanna try and make a fleshlight out of nutrient gruel and drinking cups, fuck my life. Log Entry 23: Date undefined: Arm-things grew way bigger overnight, about as thick as my thumb. I think ive lost weight too; arms feel lighter, think I lost some of my muscle mass. Thing is so heavy now, I cant get out of bed. Shit, maybe im going into labor or something. Log Entry 24: Date undefined: Parasites killed the old things. Fossils are their last victims. Ill be the next. Cant let the crew know. Have to keep it secret. Have to keep it secret. Have to keep it secret. Cant let them know. Parasites killed the old things. Fossils are their last victims. Help, cant fap, cant move, cant eat, can barely think. Cant let the crew know. Log Entry 25: Date 12.17: Ok. O. Fucking K. Shit has happened that needs to be recorded. First off, its gone. The parasite is gone. Tentacle-veins, the big watermelon tumor, everything. Just up and vanished. Skin feels sore and I have a rash where it was, lots of dead skin. Going to put ointment on it for real this time. No idea where the parasite went. Probably should tell the crew, get an amber alert put out, lock down the systems, but for some reason I don’t really care. Feels like the afterglow, you know? Don’t want to do anything but laze about. Not as hungry, but still as hard. Lets see if Cadet Strong is busy… Log Entry 26: Date 12.18: So the crew has been seriously worried about my health. Doctors said I lost a significant amount of my body weight and there’s residue of some unknown compounds in my system. They said it likely induced paranoia and some other mental symptoms I might have been suffering. Fortunately the ointment helped the rash, just looks like I slept on my side funny now. Right now they’re diagnosing it as a fever coupled with a serious allergic reaction to something on Theta-12. Guess I’m in the clear! Strong was happy to see im well, REALLY happy if you get my drift. Still couldn’t cum though, but she wasn’t mad, just concerned for my health. Asked if I still felt sick, I told her I was just getting acclimated to things. Wonder if this is still the parasite or just my anxiety. Log Entry 27: Date 12.19: Appetite has returned to normal, rash is just about gone. Apart from my perma-boner I’m A-O-K! Still, I wonder what happened to the parasite itself. Ill just run a few tests on my… Hold on. What’s that. I think the gate on the ventilation shaft fell off in my closet, ill go check, just one minute. Log Entry 28: Date 12.19: Holy mother of god. If anyone is listening, these may be my last words. There’s a…thing in my closet. Looks somewhat humanoid; about five feet tall, clammy green skin speckled black and blue. Its got what appear to be waving cilia running from its tailbone to its cranium, though it appears bald. Definitely female; no breasts but a very feminine face, wide hips, kind of a bubble butt. Those eyes though. They look just like mine. And some of her other features; the proportions of her arms and head, stuff like that. It looks like its related to me. Almost as if I had a daughter, but, well, as an alien thing. Im attempting communication. Going to try and- What is she- Oooh. Ok. So now we’re fucking. Cant believe she’s so strong. Or maybe its because im weaker? Lost so much mass, been sedentary so long. Shit, where’d she learn to ride like that? Is one of those chemicals in my blood making me weaker? I cant fight back. Woooah. Ugh, damn shes wild. Those fucking eyes, why those fucking eyes? Is that what I’d look like if I- Shit. Shit. I came. Its been weeks and I finally came, and in this-thing. Is it right to call her my daughter? Log Entry 29: Date 12.20: She’s sleeping now, next to the vent. Should probably call security, or kill her myself. But I cant. She’s my daughter, however strange that may be. And she’s been fucking me ragged; she wont do oral and I don’t believe she has an anus, let alone any body fat. All muscle in her tiny frame; like a chimpanzee or something. Anyways, her cunt is, well, its like WOW. Like a lot of tiny tongues in a vice grip sucking me off at once. I’ve came more times in the past day and a half then I have in the last two months, and each time she makes sure its inside her. Always on top too, wont let me take control. Im not sure she even enjoys it. Not sure if she has emotions. Haven’t seen her eat, make any kind of sound, nothing, just sleep and fuck. Log Entry 30: Date 12.21: Ok, so now she’s gotten a bit bigger. Lots of tiny holes all over her arms and legs. I think shes starting to get boobs too, but they look more like raised clusters of cilia and those little holes right now. Looks a bit older even. But still fucking me like a rabbit, even harder now. I think she wants my cum. Yeah, no shit genius. Anyways, enough recording, im going to grab a bite before she wakes up. Log Entry 31: Date 12.22: Holes are sprouting small red bumpy growths. Not sure what the significance of these are. Tried touching them and she hit me. What I thought were breasts seem to be another cilia cluster, again unsure of purpose. Daughter seems stimulated by having them touched, first showing of emotion or personality. Log Entry 32: Date 12.23: Growths are larger, as is my daughter. Shes really milking me right now, I feel really weak. She rode my cock something like six times, taking a creampie during each. No cuddles afterwards of course, just goes back to curl up by the vent. Log Entry 33: Date 12.24: Growths are gone, daughter appears comatose. Log Entry 34: Date 12.24: Growths are spores. Found one stuck to the edge of the vent, ran some tests on it. Each one contains thousands of microbes like the one that must have infected me. Probably spread throughout the ships HVAC systems by now. What on earth have I done? Everyone’s going to go through this, aren’t they? And why does that make me hard? Thinking about Strong and the captain, just as crippled by the parasites as I was? Getting railed by their mutant kids? I want to say its whatever chemicals my girl’s put in me. God help me if I’m wrong. She’s awake now. About my height. Oh god, her hands are on me again, looking for my tool. She needs my cum to make more spores, to infect more people. Everyone on board is going to go through this. And if another ship finds us, hundreds of years later? A million-year-old microbe got me, they’d become our kid’s hosts in seconds. Might as well accept it. Talk to the captain when she’s preoccupied with the growths, see if we can turn this into something bigger. A new species. A new race. With me as it’s Adam and my daughter it’s Eve. Probably the chems talking again. But I’m going to do it, it’s the only thing we can do other than starve to death on this junker. Shes found my cock again. Giving me a handy this time, hugging me from behind. Her boob-tentacles are rubbing me. Its soft, tender. Maybe after the first cycle of spores they develop more? Personality and stuff. O god, she’s spreading her legs, turning me around to face her. How can I say no? Log Entry 35: Date 2525, 12.25: This is what I do now. I fuck her and keep us safe, keep us fed. I want my daughter to survive. She loves me, and I love her. Our kids will be the first of a new generation, a race ready to visit any star, any world. Her hands are so smooth, her lips so soft, I cant keep this recording going when she wants more. This is Stuart Mansion signing off on my final log. May history forgive me for what Ive done.