Izzy rides the elevator down to the basement. ‘Do I just tell him about the eggs?’ She pulls on her hair in frustration. She greets Nurse Happy with a smile, “Here to see the doctor,” she says.

  “He is in exam room 3,” she points to the 3rd exam room. ‘Yes, you really don't need to point to the GIANT 3 again, Ms. Happy.’ She thinks snarkily.

  “Thanks, nurse,” she says and clip-clops her way to the room. She doesn't bother. Knocking just goes in

  "How are you feeling?" The doctor asks. Minimizing his comic book window on the computer.

  “I am ok, doc. Why did you ask me here?” she says, standing near the doorway

  "Time for a post-ovum checkup; we would also like to do blood work, and we want to run a DNA test. How's that sound?" He points at the hospital bed.

  She jumps up on the bed, legs kicking freely. “Let’s get it over with, doc,” she says.

  He draws her blood. Then he takes her pressure. Checks her heart and lungs. She notices he smells like sawdust, pine sawdust. She thinks that's weird but pleasant; wherever his semi-translucent hands touch, she can feel the coolness and dryness of his outer membrane. She is looking through his head at the poster on the wall; she can almost read what it says. "I heard the boyfriend has decided to stay," he says conversationally, making her jump.

  "Yeah, still not sure how that's going to go, but I am willing to try," she says, confused by the change of conversation. ‘Was he annoyed I was looking through him?’ she thinks, then dismisses the thought.

  "You do know the contract says no sex with your established partners while you're at the facility?" He looks at her concerned. "Of course accidents happen, but for the sake of the science and your own safety, you must be careful."

  She ughs. "Thanks, doc. I will do my best to uphold the scientific method. When will any of this become normal?” she says as she is talking to a literal alien.

  “I am afraid nothing is ever normal here,” he says as he examines her ear canal.

  “I sort of figured that would be the case. Can I ask what you are?” She tries being conversational in return.

  "I am a Zhraa'l-shak-fahl-SHEE-yahl-fahl-SHEE-yahl-fahl-SHEE-yahl-fahl-ZHAH-gah-fd-gur-OO-too-eh-OHG from the pnet shak-tahl-shee," he says with confidence and bravado.

  “Uhhh, yeah, I also can't pronounce that doctor.” she says with furrowed brows

  “That is fine; again, all you need to do is call me doctor,” he says as he puts away the rest of his examination tools. "Ok, it is time to examine your vaginal canal."

  She shakes her head. “Uh-oh, yeah, right, that makes sense,” she says. Together they take her panties and shorts off. Her flip-flops are on the floor already. She reluctantly opens her legs for him. She feels irritated that now she finds him attractive. It seems as soon as she gets aroused tely, she finds everything attractive.

  He touches her stomach with his hand. His eyes are a dark blue, but the details keep changing like ocean waves, but otherwise human-looking.

  He reaches over and grabs a bottle of lubricant from a warming bath. He applies it to his three-fingered hand, and he reshapes it to be more slender.

  "Now that's a cool party trick," she says, fascinated and frustrated, imagining what else he can do with his ability to change shape.’What is wrong with me?’ she thinks. "Can it change into other shapes?" she asks, her cheeks slightly red, trying to make the conversation more normal.

  He looks at her amused. "My body can assume almost any shape I desire." His hand changes into a string of 4-inch-thick beads; this causes her to raise her eyebrows in surprise. Then it turns into a double helix shape, then into a triangle. the only consistency being its faint blue color and its semitranslucence. He shifts it into a simple rounded cylinder shape. "Are you ready for your exam?"

  his hand coming to rest on her pubic mound; she nods her consent and braces for the entire ordeal to be unpleasant.

  "I will examine your vaginal canal for any tears caused by the eggs," he says, still looking at her. She nods, and he presses his appendage to her opening; between her wetness and his lubricant, the tapered shape slips into her. She is shocked how pleasant his touch is. If it weren't slightly cold, it would be wonderful. She can feel him filling her and stretching her slightly. After he is further inside her, the coolness of his skin making the faint ache of the recent use go away, she quickly finds it to be more pleasant than she initially thought.

  She can feel his appendage feeling around for any tears as it slowly works its way deeper. She catches herself biting her lip. It stretches and examines every surface of her insides. A faint moan escaped her lips involuntarily.

  He smiles at her. "You appear mostly unscathed from your ordeal. There is some tearing towards the back. I will administer a pod that will heal you." She feels pressure at her entrance, and something pushes her open and goes deeply inside her. He pulls his appendage out of her body, leaving her feeling mostly empty and even more frustrated. She can still feel the pod at the very back of her vagina.

  "The pod will break down in less than an hour, and as it does so, it will coat the inside of your vagina and rapidly heal the trauma, leaving you perfectly healed, he says with professional pride.

  "A pod? Did you just y an egg in me?" she asks, confused.

  "no, it's a healing pod. While it does contain my reproductive cells, I am incompatible with humans; however, these pods do contain everything required to heal most wounds. My cells will rapidly break down. I must warn you there will be some leakage. This is nothing to worry about."

  "So you put a pod of medicine and cum inside me?" she asks unbelievingly. ‘So much for professional ethics,’ she thinks, bewildered.

  "To put it simply, yes. Come visit me again in a week. How is next Tuesday at 11?" he asks as he washes his hands thoroughly.

  She gets up flustered and now full of alien cum... again. "Yeah, buzz me an hour before, and I will come down."

  “As you wish, I will have the receptionist take care of it,” he says, sitting back down into his favorite chair.

  She gets up and puts on her panties and shorts again and gives a wave to the doc as she leaves. Her frustration even worse than before she got to the doctor's office. She rides the elevator up to the lobby and walks her way back to her room. the cool night air feeling good on her skin, reminding her of the doc.