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Meeting an Alien - Steampunk

Copyright© 2025 by Duncan Mickloud

Chapter 73: Babies

Time Travel Sex Story: Chapter 73: Babies - Steampunk is a stand alone coming-of-age story. Bill Morgan, Tom’s son, from the first Meeting An Alien story is almost grown up. Bill, at loose ends, arrives on Earth-19 where many dangers, challenges and needy damsels await him. It is a separate story with all new characters and a places; i.e. it is a vastly different world with a an Old-West feel. Think mid-19th century; Steam power, percussion cap weapons and duals to the death.

Caution: This Time Travel Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft   mt/Fa   Ma   Fa   mt   ft   Teenagers   Coercion   Consensual   Mind Control   Romantic   Slavery   Farming   Historical   Restart   Steampunk   Science Fiction   Aliens   Alternate History   Post Apocalypse   Time Travel   Body Swap   Paranormal   Magic   FemaleDom   Spanking   Polygamy/Polyamory   Interracial   Black Female   White Male   White Female   Oriental Female   Hispanic Female   Indian Female   Anal Sex   First   Lactation   Oral Sex   Pregnancy   Voyeurism   Big Breasts   Body Modification   Size   Small Breasts   Smoking   Prostitution  

I was here in Cuba to pick up the last passengers. Gigziks had already delivered the twenty-seven hacienda girls. We were here for the four security guys plus Carmen the Illegitimate. Gigziks had already begun processing them into concubines and giving them the additional language skills.

Elmont and Lola had some surprises for me.

Elmont had located two experienced cigar rollers who wanted to move to New England. Lola had also found three Spanish women, plus a gypsy, and a Filipina of all things. Where had she come from?

I called up Gigziks, “What gives with the Filipina? Is this your attempt at a plant?”

Gigziks said, “Of course it is. We all saw you fully embrace Filipino food in Hawaii. You know you love the food. We also saw you fall like a rock for Willow ... So we figured we would try. At least interview her. If she works out, we will overlay her with Jenny Alba’s culinary skills.”

I said, “The gypsy, is she yours too?”

Gigziks said, “No, a large number of gypsy’s settled in Spain in past years. She was enticed to come to Cuba and did not like the working conditions offered.”

I asked, “Were the two cigar rolling experts on your radar?”

Gigziks replied, “No. They need employment elsewhere. They have female troubles here in Cuba and are escaping a church priest and unwanted marriages to horrible wives.”

I said, “Any plans for them?”

She said, “English overlay and loyalty concubinage, of course. They will be experienced workers for Gloria. She can make use of them.”

I said, “I would prefer that everyone think they spent several days at sea. I don’t want to actually do that.”

Gigziks said, “Are you sure. You have a batch of women and some ready-made fishing buddies.”

I grumbled, “I’ll take that under advisement. I’ll let you know. After conking Carmen the Illegitimate, leave her in my cabin. Let the others sleep.”

I had the boat’s AI, Pez Volador, set sail for Virginia immediately. I spent the first half day with Carmen. She soon became my concubine, and we briefly discussed her duties. She understood the extra males we captured were her concubines. They are protectors for the Taino females at Henson Cigars. She would be another supervisor who reported directly to Gloria.

We woke the others up, and we fished and sailed our way up to Suffolk, Virginia. I would turn most of them over to Gloria.


I spent the next two days at my William and Mary Town, place. I had a lot of needy women there wanting my time. I spread a lot of love around.

The next day, I checked in with Aimee Mathews on the headquarters project. It was making good progress. I learned Aimee was still evaluating people across all four businesses.

I handed over the Filipina, Trinity Cuevas, to my two cooks. She would make Filipino food when I was home. We had a lot of people in the house now, so an extra cook was a welcome addition. She was already programmed with my mother, Jenny Alba’s cooking knowledge.

I was sitting on the back porch when I realized I had done nothing to find a new gardener all these months. It had been a year and a half now. The backyard was different in many ways. It ends at the back with a thick forest that is an extension of my property.

The original owner ensured the views he had would be permanent. But the garden was completely renewed now. It acted like a privacy fence, as well as looking like the best English-style garden you’ve ever seen. The only answer was that in my negligence. The Heillizdt had obviously taken over the gardening job. I walked the garden with a second pipe-load of Triple Threat and just took it all in.

Disney couldn’t have done a better job with the garden. I realized in the back of my mind that I had not wanted a new gardener. A teenage boy with an adult gardener? Hell no! These are all MY chickens, and there is no room in my personal henhouse for a competing rooster. The women had not asked about a gardener for a long time.

This came home in a rush when I thought about what the Heillizdt had done at Lortan Childress’s place. They had put in a tall gazebo affair to add on rooms at his place. They had given him water features, bridges, and the works.

What I had here was every bit as good. It has an excellent English Garden vibe. The King and Queen would approve of this garden.

This year and last, Virginia has seen very little snow. In its place was a lot of fall and spring rain. It’s close to the Gulf Stream. I checked online at home and found that this area sometimes gets snow, yet it rarely sticks around for more than a week to ten days.


I got a cigar out and trimmed the end, and lit it up. My current pipe had gotten too soggy at the bottom to be enjoyable. Two loads are as far as I go without letting a pipe rest for at least a week.

This cigar is an experiment, and I love it. It is bourbon and vanilla-infused.

We had done so well with our chewable-flavored cigars that we considered an upscale flavored cigar. Something intended for a more sophisticated smoker.

Nine out of ten tries had been a bust, tasting simply horrible. Things with cherry or vanilla went best when a small touch of liquor was added. The secret was using the right amount of flavoring so it did not overpower the quality tobacco.

With alcohol infusion came another issue: they can not sit in the open for long. The liquor will evaporate, and it will taste different. Not bad, but not the same either. I favored one of the whiskey blends. Scotch whiskey and apple were a good flavor.

I went back inside. Emilia, Rebecca’s sister, came into my den and slid onto my lap. She had become needy of late. Her belly was very full now, and she looked on the brink of giving birth to my baby.

Not my first baby by any means, but the first that would live with us in my house. The two Perry sisters lived in their own bumped-out spatial anomaly suite. It’s right off my suite, so they are close, and my baby will be close to most of my women.

Emilia was very close, and her tummy really sticks out. I rubbed her tummy gently and looked at her fat titties. They were drooling. I sensed it was any minute now - then Gigziks arrived with a couple of her sisters and a gurney for Emilia. I got up to go with them.

Gigziks said, “Stay here. We are not doing natural childbirth. We already showed the channel a live birth. We did that with Rosalie, your clay pipe maker that you knocked up.”

“We are going and porting Emilia’s baby out. There is no muss and no fuss that way. I’ll be back with the two of them in about 5 minutes.

It was a very long five minutes before they came back with Emilia in a wheelchair, holding a baby to her fat titty. I felt my heart melt.

Emilia said, “Do you have a name for your son?”

I said, “William Hunter Morgan the Second. He will be known in the family as Billy. He will be my heir here in Virginia.”

The room filled up with the other women of the house. I didn’t get to hold my son for a while, as every woman in the house wanted a turn. He put up with it for a while.

I went to Rebecca’s store to tell her the baby had arrived. She closed up to go see her nephew. We ported directly from inside the store to my bedroom, then walked into their room to find Emilia and Billy.

Gigziks was still there, smiling like it was her baby. I knew she was destined for spinsterhood.

Drozul’s crew was his daughters, and none of them would ever have children. They were essentially slaves and drones at the same time. They were not abused, but they were more like chattel or property.

The sad thing is, I saw they felt bad that they could not have babies. Sadly, they still have the drive to procreate. I thought about it for a while.

I finally concluded that it was Heillizdt’s business. So, I would not complain to Drozul that he was cruel to his daughters by leaving them barren. It is his henhouse, after all.

I looked at her, and Gigziks said, “You know, we can do this with Ana. We can take her baby early, place it in one of our crèches, and let it come to full term there. At almost 7 months, it will have no health issues. That way, you and Ana can enjoy your other son right away. We can take him from the crèche to her breast.”

Gigziks said, “We could take the baby, and before you know it, it will be out. We will return it to you within mere minutes of the baby’s extraction. Yet, it will be a full-term baby at nine months.”

I said, “I don’t know? We, of course, need to get Ana’s views on that. How do we handle that at her end? The women there are all waiting on tenterhooks for her to have the baby. They are worried because her actual age is pretty old for having a baby. Having a baby arrive early seems strange.”

I continued, “The house girls don’t know that we set Ana’s physical clock back to her mid-20s. I think they want to be in the room with her as she gives birth. They thought they needed to be there to help.”

Gigziks said, “I will go talk to her and see what she wants to do.”


Gigziks soon returned with my Dad, my Mother, Connie Hunter, and my second mother, Jenny Alba. My parents stayed a day with us and got to know my crew of women in Virginia. Billy was very popular with my parents and all the women in my family.

The funny thing is, Dad did not ask about the businesses at all. That meant he had been getting updates.

I was not the first Morgan child to give them grandchildren. This child was going to be a laird, as they call it here; he will be a “Lord.”

Gigziks left and came back with Ana. Ana looked at the baby and loved it at first glance. I could clearly see the longing. She was expecting her son in a couple of months.

I found out later that she was not at all interested in the Heillizdt crèche concept. I had figured that. Ana is conservative.

It was as I suspected, she has a lot of house workers there, and they have a lot invested in the idea of a new baby on the way. She has her own mini-society there.

She also had considered the outside girls at her farm. What would they think if they saw her pregnant one day and with a baby the next? Women can gauge when the baby should arrive.

 
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