Paul had not come with an armed squad for a reason. Charlie had come for a fight, now he was breeding stock, there to replace the plants they had destroyed. This meant concealment, the il (it) wanted to protect it's base. It was either (a) some ancient power that didn't like intruders or (b) a crashed alien ship that couldn't call AAA. As he continued on the angle that Charlie's miners had committed to he started to lose body hair.
As he cleared the end of the LRA position, they too had vanished, his skin felt softer. The phantom redhead had been sent to stop him. But he wasn't go to give in like that. His nipples started to bud as they jiggled slightly with his movement. He broke out the Geiger counter looking for radiation, nothing, wouldn't be that easy.
By the time the measurements were done his breasts were expanding to that of a teen hitting puberty. The areolas had developed and the rest of his body was changing. His hips had widened and he had lost size in his legs and hands. Claire's birthing hips had shown where this was headed. Lamenting the lost of his dick he moved on using the compass which started to show a direct North, that an hour before had been East. The thing had a magnetic pull, huh?
About mid-day he felt a tingle in his crotch, so the poison was going there as well. His penis seemed to be under attack from some kind of chemical defoliant, like what they tried in Vietnam. It was dying and turning in on itself like a rubber band had cut off all blood to his family jewels. Breasts were now a B cup. Without a mirror Paul, how long before he was Paula?, didn't know what he looked like but he knew the breast pocket on her shirt had the full meaning. She could cut a hole in the material and allow it as a makeshift bra.
At about 3pm Paula was running a fever that needed medical treatment. With a pussy Paula assumed the internal organs were either being arranged or needed some more time. The hormones caught her off guard as she moved from intersex to female. She unbuttoned her shirt perky breasts bounced free, the nipples were like hard jewels as she put her gear in ready position.
She stripped out of her clothes and waded into the water. Her body temperature cooled by the water her pussy roared in her mind. "Yup" though Paula everything was female. Her ass was that of her female form, hard from the exercise of an ex-SEAL. She checked on the location of several moles and they were in the right spot.
Hormones radiated out of her like blood from a bullet wound. Running her feminine hands over her breasts made her orgasm harder than she had thought possible. She was experiencing over a few hours what took women at least a few years to achieve. Slowly one finger into the folds of her pussy she climaxed, but wanted more sticking more fingers in.
Lubricant from her pussy, even in the water, flowed down her inner thigh to her knees as she screamed with an orgasm that hit her with monster truck force. Her free hand roamed her body as she rode the orgasm like a cowboy on a bucking bull. Hips thrusting, as if a man were actually fucking her.
Paula hit the dirt and panted, the il could have taken her then, but again they underestimated the psych involved.
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The il watched as the intruder came closer than any other to the heart of it's darkness. It had crash landed on this world long ago. Exiled by their own kind il had adapted to Earth when the dinosaurs once walked. It had adapted to the jungle making a nest, but human wanted the minerals beneath the soil and it wouldn't give up it's home to this warrior. It would welcome her, as it had the others in their petty struggle killing each other, the human didn't know but sticking her fingers into her body had planted the seed.
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Some kind of discharge, a mixture of blood organic material. Some kind bloody mixture combined with green material that looks like a spat piece of green vegetable rejected by a toddler. Paula had a feeling that the il had won a battle, but there is war on. Paula's body is that of her ancestry, Russian like Tartar. Jet black hair grown longish, blue/grey eyes and fit compact body. Breasts were not extra large, but the body Paula now had was good enough to push on to the source of the il.