Progenitor 1: The Beginning

PROGENITOR

By Haramiru


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. My life gave me no complaints; it was a good one, and a long one. And when I finally died, neither angels nor demons would’ve surprised me. To be honest, after my life a case could’ve been made for either.
Imagine my surprise when, just after I exhaled my last breath and drifted towards the light, I awoke surrounded by slender gray beings with large heads. A voice in my head assured me that I wasn’t going on to the afterlife just yet. I protested – the cancerous mass in my chest was well beyond treatment, and I’d spent the last three months in increasing agony as the pain spiraled up beyond control. 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. That worried me a bit, and I raised my head to look down at my body. It bore little resemblance to the wasted, shriveled husk I’d previously inhabited.
My new body was nude, young and muscular. I clenched my first experimentally, and turned my hand over – my skin I looked like I was in my late 20s or early 30s. Over to my left, there was a translucent 3D projection of some sort, which moved when I moved. I touched my head, and discovered I was entirely bald.
One of the beings stepped forward, and words formed in my mind. “Your new body is to be used to adjust your species. When we send you back to Earth, your body’s abilities – and the genetically coded responses present in your species already – will make it easy.”
I raised my eyebrow. “What exactly am I going to adjust 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. Then the gray touched a tablet in its hand, and a wave of images cascaded through my head. Many were intensely erotic, some appeared mathematical, and it felt like everything was being stored, but most of it was just slightly beyond my comprehension.
What I did understand out of the download was that I wasn’t even close to being the first human this had happened to. It turns out that what we think of as humanity is actually a genetically engineered, devolved version of the gray beings standing before me. The aliens were too fragile to survive on a freshly terraformed planet – so they developed us. We’re a tougher, hardier, and shorter-lived version of them. They deposit us on a planet first, and let us breed and proliferate and produce a society. Once we’ve reached the necessary population density for the next stage of our evolution, the aliens take one of our dying souls and send it back in a more-evolved body coded with upgraded DNA, special pheromones, and various nanotech benefits. If you’re reading this, you are probably Human version 19. I – and all of my children – are version 20. My children will be smarter, longer-lived, and healthier than yours – unless of course you had your children with me. The entire evolutionary process takes 32 steps – and version 32 is identical to the alien species standing before me. The universe had thousands of colony worlds like ours, at differing 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 heard seagulls.

The Beach House
When I opened my eyes again, I was still lying on my back. My eyes saw blue sky, and it felt like my butt was on fire. I sat up and felt sand on my skin, so I brushed it off. Looking 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 in its full raging glory. Blood rushed to my face in embarrassment, and I covered myself with my hands as I looked around for cover. The 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. I must have had vision like this as a teenager, but it felt like I was seeing for the first time. And I’d certainly never seen something like this before with that level of vision – bathing suits in the 1940s were a lot better padded. It was as if I could see every drop of moisture as it slid down between her perfectly shaped breasts. 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 still 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.
Now that I could see her up close, I knew she’d be impossible to forget. I could smell the faint kiss 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 – although my new body did look great, I’ve never had women come on to me like this. I noticed some of her friends giving each other odd looks as Kim stepped in close to me.
Kim 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 wrapped her arms around my torso and assaulted my lips, drawing herself to her tiptoes and kissing me – at first questioningly and exploratory, then passionately. 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 you 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 – I’ve got Latitudes turned on, so it isn’t like you won’t know where I am.”
John was clearly unhappy. “Kim, you don’t know this guy. Even if you did meet him last year.”
Kim rolled her eyes and an edge crept into her voice. “Dammit John, I’m going to do what I feel like. 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 defeatedly. As he started to walk away, he turned to me and said, “You make sure she calls us if you go anywhere else, all right? If anything happens – let’s just say my father’s a lieutenant in the sheriff’s department, ok?” He pulled a cellphone out of the pocket of his shorts and held it up for a second before saying, “Ok, and I’ve got a picture of you now too. If she’s in any danger…”
“…then you’ll be able to show that picture to her parents and tell ’em how I saved her from it. Relax, I’m not going to hurt her – where I was raised, you don’t hurt women”, I said.
John waved dismissively, not wanting to speak further – clearly he was reserving his opinion on what would actually be safer for Kimberly. I certainly agreed with him, for that matter – but 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.
“I think you were going to take me to a hotel to get cleaned up and sorted out? I don’t even know how I got here.”
Kim raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, our beach house is over this way. C’mon and follow me.” She held my hand and led me towards the sidewalk. I found the sensation of the hot beach sand on my feet and toes painful but pleasant – it was a relief to feel anything below my knees after years of diminished circulation. With that in mind, I welcomed every scorching grain of sand, savoring the way it shifted between my toes. When we stepped onto the cement, I treasured every bit of texture I could feel in the sidewalk – from the smooth cement to the seams in between the slabs. And then there was the view. I’d forgotten what it was like to be on a busy beach in the summer – woman after woman paraded by, heaving bosoms on display for the world. I couldn’t help but notice – and I was being noticed in return, by almost every woman under 50 who passed by.
Kim gestured one of the many two or three bedroom houses rented out to college students for spring break.