Progenitor 1: the Beginning

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Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Mult, Mind Control, Heterosexual, Science Fiction, Pregnancy, Slow, Transformation, sci-fi adult story,sci-fi sex story.

Desc: Science Fiction Sex Story: A man is brought back from the dead by aliens, in order to spread the next stage of human evolution. In this section, the Progenitor appears on earth and seduces a girl from the beach.

Disclaimer: This is an original work of erotic science fiction. No characters were modeled after any actual people, other peoples' characters, settings, etc. The characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended.

Unexpected Resurrection

Once, I was a man. I lived, loved, laughed, and died. I had no complaints with my life; there were more good years than bad. And I honestly wasn't sure whether that white tunnel was taking me to heaven or hell.

I was surprised when I woke up surrounded by large-headed slender gray beings. A voice in my head assured me that I wasn't going on to the afterlife just yet. I protested my resurrection; the cancerous mass in my chest was well beyond treatment, and I'd spent the last three months in gradually increasing agony. Death, when it came for me, had been a great relief.

It was then that I realized I hadn't felt any pain since waking up. I raised my head to look down at my body, and was surprised that my muscles responded immediately. My neck pivoted smoothly, and I observed that my body now bore little resemblance to the wasted, shriveled husk I'd previously inhabited.

My new body was nude, young and muscular. I clenched my fist experimentally, and turned my hand over to look at it. The skin on the back of my hand looked like it belonged to someone in his late 20s. To my left, there was a translucent 3D projection of my body, which was mirroring my movements. I put my hand to my head and noticed that I was completely bald.

One of the beings stepped forward, and words formed in my mind. "You are being sent back to Earth in a new body. Your mission is to adjust your species. Your body's abilities - and the genetically coded responses programmed into your species already - will make it easy."

I raised my eyebrow. "What exactly am I adjusting with this body?"

"You are the Progenitor of version 20", the gray being stated simply. And then it gestured at the projection of my body, and to my embarrassment its penis became erect. I looked back at the gray just as he touched some kind of control on my bed, and suddenly my vision was replaced with a wave of images cascading through my head. Many were intensely erotic, some appeared mathematical, and it just kept loading into my skull until I thought it was going to explode. Then it stopped, leaving my head feeling full of information which I might understand later on if I was lucky.

What I could gather right away, was that I wasn't even close to being the first human this had happened to. We think our species actually evolved, but it didn't. We're a specially devolved devolved version of the gray beings standing before me. The aliens' bodies were too fragile to survive on a freshly terraformed planet, so they developed us. We're the same species, just devolved to be hardier but with shorter lives. The aliens deposited our distant ancestors as cavemen on Earth tens of thousands of years ago, then let them breed and take over as the dominant lifeform. Each time our society reaches the necessary criteria for the next stage, they intercept one of our dying souls. That soul gets dumped into a more-evolved body with an upgraded metabolism, special pheromones, and various nanotech enhanced capabilities. If you're reading this, you are probably Human version 19, whereas my children are version 20. Version 20 humans are smarter, longer-lived, and don't become enfeebled as rapidly with age. We're the replacement for version 19, which was tougher and stronger, but with a weaker immune system and significantly more mental degradation during the aging process. The human evolutionary process has 32 steps, and the first children born to version 32 will look just like the aliens standing before me. There were thousands of colony worlds like ours, scattered throughout the universe and at different stages of development.

I started to open my mouth to say something, but the gray shook his head and waved. My eyes clamped shut reflexively as a brilliant flash of light washed over me, and then I was gone.

The Beach House

I heard seagulls overhead, and saw bright light through my eyelids. Opening my eyes, I could tell I was still lying on my back, but now instead of a dull white surface I saw a clean blue sky. And it felt like my butt was on fire. I sat up, brushing sand from my skin as I looked around. I saw that I was sitting buck-naked on a sandy beach, probably somewhere in California. Nearby, a small group of college kids were pointing at me and laughing. Thankfully, they seemed to have been the only ones who noticed me.

"Hey Rocky, you gonna stand there at half mast all day?" a female voice called out.

I looked down and noticed that my massive erection was still going. Blood rushed to my face in embarrassment, and I covered myself with my hands as I looked around for something to cover up with. The female voice belonged to a busty young blonde in a small bikini standing about 10 feet away on the sand, still dripping wet from coming out of the ocean. She was probably around 23, and her sharply defined tan lines showed that she rarely wore a bikini this revealing. It was like seeing again for the first time; I couldn't remember when my eyes could see this clearly. And bathing suits in the 1940s were a lot more padded than what she was wearing. Each drop of moisture sliding down her perfectly shaped breasts glistened, reflecting light as they made their way along. The thin, clinging top emphasized the outlines of her her perky nipples.

"I'm sorry, I don't know how I got here," I stammered.

The blonde smiled saucily and stooped for a moment to pick up a towel, then kept coming towards me. She offered the towel to me with her outstretched hand and said, "Then you might want to cut back on the booze, buddy. Waking up naked is only awesome if you can remember why you're naked."

I took the towel and thanked her, wrapping it around my waist. The embarrassing bulge still persisted, but at least it was covered. "Think you can remember my name if I tell it to you?" she asked, smiling impishly and stepping up to me. She was almost close enough to kiss.

Now that I could see her up close, I knew she'd be impossible to forget. I could smell the faint odor of the ocean on her, mingled with suntan lotion and the dusky remnants of some perfume from last night. "Just try me."

"Kimberly Donovan," she purred, tracing her finger down the center of my chest. I started to wonder if I was dreaming, because even when I was young, women never came on to me like this. Some of her friends gave each other odd looks as Kim wrapped her arms around my waist.

She let out a little hum, leaning in to smell my neck. Where her skin touched mine, it felt like an electric field. My penis was made of molten steel at this point, quivering with anticipation. She brought up her mouth and assaulted my lips, drawing herself to her tiptoes and kissing me. She started questioningly and exploratory, then with increasing passion. Still a bit surprised, I wrapped my arms around her lower back and returned the kiss, putting myself into it too. I could feel her body molding itself to me, and then something else entered my awareness: her friends. I opened my eyes and looked up as one of the guys she was with approached us.

I pulled back and Kimberly pouted for a split second, as if a spell was broken. Her friend asked if she was all right, his eyes narrowing a bit as he scrutinized her reaction.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I actually just realized I met this guy here last year and we really hit it off," Kimberly lied.

Her friend raised his eyebrow. "Well, he's welcome to hang out with us if he wants to," he offered.

Kimberly gave a mischievous half-smile. "Thanks John, but I'm just gonna help him sober up and get some clothes on. I'll call before dinner though, ok?"

John looked back at me, clearly concerned for Kimberly. "I think one of us should go along."

Kimberly shook her head. "Nah, you guys enjoy the beach. I'll keep my phone on me and you've all got me on your finder apps, so it's not like you'll have a hard time keeping track of me."

John was clearly unhappy. "Kim, you don't know this guy. Even if you did meet him last year, you don't know what he's been up to lately."

Kim rolled her eyes and an edge crept into her voice. "Dammit John, I'm going to do what I want. Your brother and I broke up last month, and he's already dating Jackie anyway. So quit trying to look out for his interests."

John sighed in defeat and turned around, starting back to his group. Halfway there, he turned back and said to me, "You make sure she calls us if you go anywhere else. My dad's with the sheriff's department." He pulled a cellphone out of the pocket of his shorts and held it up for a second before saying, "And I've got a picture of you now too. So if she's in any danger..."

I interrupted him with, " ... then you've got a picture of the guy who will have saved her from it. Relax, I'm not going to hurt her. Where I was raised, a man doesn't hurt women."

John waved dismissively, not wanting to speak further. Clearly, he was reserving his opinion on what would actually be safer for Kimberly, but knew she'd do what she wanted anyway. I certainly agreed with his concern, for that matter. However, my hormones were getting the better of me and Kim seemed to be thinking the same way I was.

"John gets a little protective of me, ever since I was dating his brother. He's sweet, though." She pulled me a little closer. "Now, where were we... ?" she asked.

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