Chapter 2: Ed Seeks Professional Help

“Perry?”

Yep! Short for parasite, which is what I am ... from outer space! WhoooOOOoo!

Ed stared at the large blue penis jutting out from between his legs. “You’re ... an alien parasite?”

Try to keep up, Ed. I’m sure you have lots of questions, so ask ‘em quick; I’m pretty tired.

Ed spread his legs to examine his crotch. His pubic hair was gone, and the entire area replaced with what looked like blue flesh. He was hesitant to touch it, but had to check ... he lifted the azure phallus and noted that the color of his ballsack was split vertically, half blue and half his normal pale pink. “Is ... is my real penis under ... you?” He was still holding the strange alien(!) cock, and was amazed at how he could feel it, as if it was his own.

Sorry, buddy, I ate it when I joined with you. Had to absorb some biomass after the crash.

Ed fell back, his head flopping onto his pillow. His penis was gone?! He wanted to scream!

Nope nope! Take it down a few notches, Ed.

Ed suddenly felt good, euphoric. “Crash?” he asked logily.

What you’d call a meteorite ... came down about a half-mile from here.

“So I don’t have a penis anymore.” Ed still felt like he was going to throw up.

You have me, Ed! I’m your penis now, Perry advised him. You weren’t satisfied with your old one, anyway. Not only have I tied myself into your nervous and circulatory systems, so you can feel what I do, but I’m more than twice the size of your old stubby. Plus, as you’ve seen, I can be very ... persuasive!

Ed whacked his palm to his face. “I ... we ... fucked my Mom!”

Mm, yeah! You’re a lucky guy, Ed, having such a MILF under your roof!

“Did you make me interested in her?” Ed asked. “That’s never happened before.”

Oh, is there a taboo about breeding with your progenitors here? Shit, I’m sorry, Ed. Well, what’s done is done.

“Well, don’t make me do it again ... Perry ... okay?!”

Sure, no problem, buddy. No need anymore.

Ed sat up and looked at Perry. “What does that mean?”

Mmm! So tired ... gonna have a nap now, dude.

“Perry!” There was no answer, and Ed’s new penis was no longer moving on its own.

The young man lay back, wondering if it counted as losing your virginity if it wasn’t actually your cock that got fucked.

“What seems to be the issue, Mr ... Smith?” the lady doctor at the clinic asked as she closed the door to the examination room behind her. She had mentioned her name when she walked in, but Ed had already forgotten it, he was so worried. “It says here you’re worried about your penis?”

Ed was embarrassed. “Um, could I maybe get a male doctor, or someone older?” The pretty woman was in her thirties, with pulled-back brown hair and cats-eye glasses.

She crossed her arms, which only accentuated her medium-sized bosom. “Oh, nonsense, Mr. Smith. I may not be old, but I’ve seen my fair share of penises. Why don’t you take your pants off and let me have a look?”

“Okay...” Ed stood and unfastened his belt and jeans. He paused for a moment, considering, and then dropped them to the floor. He looked back up at the doctor ... her eyes were wide and staring at his large azure member, but she didn’t seem to be hypnotized like his mom. He had been right to go straight to a clinic while Perry was still asleep, he assured himself.

The doctor scribbled on her clipboard and put it aside before kneeling in front of him. “Blue ... does your penis feel cold, Mr. Smith? Are you having trouble feeling it?” The non-doctor part of her mind noted the massive size of the young man’s member, and it was still flaccid!