A/n - For anyone who read the first chapter within the first few days of it coming out, I've edited it. I hope the extended ending is more satisfactory. As for the responses to my last author's note I was pleasantly surprised by the quantity of suggestions that came in, several of qwhich I do hope to use in the future. While no one said outright that they wouldn't read an MPreg, I was advised against it as the genre often comes out bad. I agree with that, I've read some trashy MPreg before, but that also reminded me of one of my goals in creating this book - covering as many scenarios as possible. I can't rightly ignore this variation. There's not much to loose, if it comes out bad that was expected, if it comes out good we can break the glass ceiling. So, here goes nothing.

Marinette was nervous, she'd helped with the operation many times before, but this would be the first time she would perform it herself. The first time she would be contributing her own genetic material to the project. The first time that making a mistake could grievously injure or kill a human being. She was nervous, but she had to do this for her people.

Her people had a problem. On their home planet, the birthrate was incredibly skewed. Ever since their biome had been chemically altered one hundred years ago, roughly ninety-five percent of babies born were female. At first it wasn't seen as a huge issue. While it did mean most heterosexual women couldn't hope to find a romantic partner, there were at least enough men to find a donor to help them have children. Since most women never even had the opportunity to have sex with a man, they convinced themselves as a culture that it was undesirable. Artificial was the way to have babies. Anything touching the inside of a person's body needed to be thoroughly sanitized through boiling or bleaching, sex was grose and unsanitary! Through their new way of thinking, they were able to keep the population steady, but with so few males fathering all the children, it only took a few generations to realize they were still in trouble - suddenly, most any of the eligible young people were each other's half-siblings and cousins! Their civilization had long since known the dangers of repeated inbreeding. If they chose to take that route the first few generations would be mostly all right, but with every generation the amount of debilitating birth defects would rise until such maladies became the definition of their society. They needed to find new blood.

Scientific discovery exploded as it only can when numerous lives depend on it. Space exploration became a priority. Life was discovered on countless other planets until finally, they discovered humans - a race genetically similar enough to themselves to interbreed. For twenty years already, a colony had lived in orbit of the earth for the sole purpose of collecting fresh genetics. A woman could spend years selecting the father of her child, arranging his capture, creating new life with him, and harvesting it when ripe. If done right the process could be complete in under a year, but all sorts of incidents could cause an attempt not to yield a baby that could be sent back to their homeland, and thus force the woman to start over.

When the expedition first arrived in earth's airspace, the women used earth men only for their seed. After fertilizing the embryos in a laboratory they implanted them into their own wombs to grow. However, this was a slow process. The space station could not support more than a dozen grown women at one time - creating a pressure to get each woman pregnant and send her home as soon as possible. That, coupled with the fact that the journey between their home planet and Earth took three months one way created a logistics nightmare. Rich women back home began commissioning surrogacy so they wouldn't have to make the trip to Earth to have a baby. All these women would have to do was have their eggs frozen and sent away - then wait about a year for the surrogate to deliver the baby. Since they had to make the journey anyway, many surrogates opted to try having their own baby at the same time. This meant more babies being implanted into the same womb, and more opportunity for error. It happened, an inexperienced surgeon trying to space out multiple embryos with enough room to grow missed her patient's womb completely and planted the baby in her abdominal cavity. To the surprise of many, the baby grew with little problem, and though it had to be surgically removed at the time of "birth", the operation went smoothly with the mother making a fast recovery. That gave some the idea - babies could be put into the abdominal cavity on purpose; and that anatomy was not unique to females, why not use their sperm donors as vessels as well?

Within a few years it became common practice: capture a man, plant a baby inside of him, monitor him, and catch him again when it was time to take the baby out. With male vessels virtually unlimited on Earth's vast population, production increased exponentially - but with it came a whole slew of problems. The Earthlings freaked out the first time a man was impregnated by alien abduction. The human race took up arms against the invasion and the only way the aliens could find out of a war was to perform an extensive memory wipe on the human race. With the scar from his cesarean expertly healed, the first man forgot he'd ever had an alien child. After that, the alien's were far more careful. They hypnotized each man they captured into thinking no one would believe him if he revealed that he'd been abducted by aliens. Out of fear for his own reputation, most men kept their mouths shut and hid their pregnancy - then willing surrendered the baby to the mother when it was born. However, there were still sometimes men who were unwilling to give up the baby.

Marinette's father was one such man. Yes, Marinette herself was actually a hybrid - she had a human father. She was unique in that neither one of her parents was willing to give her up. Men who were brave enough to stand up to the aliens were rare, but when it happened, the mother usually cut her losses and let the father keep the baby - not Marinette's mother. She'd attempted to bargain for their daughter and had fallen in love in the process. They made an agreement, she would not return to her home world but would raise Marinette on the space station, close enough for them to visit her father regularly. Before long their agreement was modified again so that Marinette and her mother moved in with her father to free up living quarters on the space station - so Marinette was the first hybrid to live in both worlds.

Before puberty, Marinette was raised as a fairly normal human child. She was friends with other neighborhood children, but while they all went to school, she commuted with her mother to the space station where she learned the trade of a fertility technician. Life became more complicated when she reached menarche. Marinette herself was lucky enough not to be objectified, her mother's people did treat her as one of them - a person with value, but once her ovaries started functioning, her superiors immediately saw them as a commodity. Hybrids were the salvation of their race; any hybrid who was physically able should breed. It was their civic duty. At fifteen years of age, Marinette had caved to pressure and picked a mate. He was a minor celebrity, and Marinette's mother scolded her for picking someone that conspicuous, but Marinette insisted that wasn't the reason why. She explained that she'd met him quite a few times when out with Earth kids her own age. He was a real sweetheart, and she wanted her children to be like him. That was her only reason to want him to be the father. Her mother had to be supportive in the end. After all, she'd fallen in love with a human herself.

With her target picked out and his schedule mapped, Marinette had her eggs harvested under the knife of a senior technician. It was a simple procedure - within days she was up and ready to continue with the next phase of the plan.

Her beloved Adrien had a photoshoot in the same place in the park at the same time every week. There was always a fifteen minute interval when props were being changed, that would be the perfect time to nab him. Hunting was best in the winter, it got dark early while the people were still out and could easily be attracted by a light. It worked like a charm on Adrien. When they shone it near him he followed it like the son-of-a-moth he was. Once he was in range they beamed him up. His feet flailed a bit once they were lifted off the ground, but he stayed in a hypnotized trance as he was pulled higher and higher off the ground. He floated right through the open floor off the spacecraft about his head, then the floor closed and the light turned off, dropping him with a 'bump'.

Marinette immediately slipped her arms under the stunned boy's shoulders - it felt so good to have him in her arms at last! She shook herself from her reverie and pulled him up onto the operating table. Her hands were shaking, but she reminded herself that this was the easy one - the difficult operation would be at the end of gestation. Somehow, she managed to unbuckle his belt and pull down his pants along with his underwear. She scolded herself for her inability to stop her violent quaking - if she didn't have a steady hand she could hurt him! As she masturbated him her vagina got wet, it insisted it was ready to breed in the old way, but Marinette pretend not to know what was happening to her body - her people did not have sex, they crafted babies through science! She got Adrien to spill his seed into the waiting dish and took it over to the microscope. To her relief, his sperm had a good motility percentage - not that they would be swimming anywhere, but it proved they were healthy. While she could technically fertilize her egg with an unhealthy sperm, she would be charged with medical malpractice. Unhealthy sperm would create the deformed baby that this entire project was engineered to avoid. If his sperm weren't up to snuff, she would be obligated to release him and pick a new mate. She was thankful that wasn't the case. She sorted out the best looking sperm and moved them into the dish with her egg with her microacopic tools. When she switched the dishes under the microscope, she could see the sperm trying to struggle toward the egg. They had clearly picked up on the hormone signals, but there was nothing to swim in. She picked one up and set it on the egg, it immediately set to work burrowing inside. Heat spread through her at the sight, her instincts somehow associated even this conception with sexual gratification.

She attached a clean needle to a syringe and pushed out all the air. Next, she placed the tip of the needle under her microscope and guided it to the zygote. Pulling back the plunger, she drew it into the syringe. Now there was only one step left. As she approached Adrien she flicked the needle a few times. It would be bad if she injected extra air to his insides, she wanted to cause him as little discomfort as possible. After placing the new life inside him, she couldn't help but kiss the beautiful boy on top of his head. She secretly hoped a shared child would bring them together more than just physically, the same as she had for her own parents.

Even if he knew differently somewhere in his mind, Adrien explained it all away as a dream. Perhaps aliens were out there somewhere, but they would be on their own planet, not hiding on Earth, kidnapping humans. Even if they were hiding on Earth kidnapping people, there was no reason they would look like a girl he'd met, and if he remembered correctly, even sort of flirted with. He couldn't put a name to her, or place exactly where he'd seen her, but he knew he'd seen a girl like that while out with his friends. Classic dream, taking some acquaintance and inventing bizarre scenarios around them. He remembered all of it, the way she fondled him, then went off to the side of the room where he could only hear her, and gave him a shot when she came back. He'd been awake the whole time, but he couldn't move, not even turn his head to see what she'd been doing at the side of the room. Not that it was important anyway, it was just a dream.

Nothing happened in those first few months and Adrien was further able to convince himself it was all a dream. He saw the girl again and this time made sure to get her name, Marinette. She acted shy with him, while she didn't seem particularly nervous around his friends. He didn't think he'd been staring or anything, but he must have done something. Whatever he'd done without realizing, it must have been that dream that caused him to act weird around the girl.

Almost four months in, he could no longer ignore the bloating in his stomach. He realized he'd felt it for some time, but he didn't want to think there could be anything wrong. Every time he even thought about bringing it up to the doctor, he thought of his "dream". The idea of what a doctor would find scared him too much to want to know. What a doctor would say if it were what he thought scared him even more. If anyone else described being in the situation where he found himself he would have questioned their sanity, or at least thought they'd watched too many science fiction films. Maybe he should treat his own perceptions with the same grain of salt. How much sci-fi had he consumed recently? Surely not enough to give him such delusions. He wondered, could sweet Marinette even be involved with something like that? Was she even human? He had to coinsider the possibility of that. The more he thought about it, he began to hope she really was from some other planet. Her behavior would be easier to excuse if she were from a completely different culture. If she was indeed human, and familiar with human customs, then it painted her behavior in a more nefarious light. He realized then that he liked her and he wanted her to be someone he could empathize with. He made it his mission to find out more about her and what she had done to him.

At first glance, Marinette's family looked normal. Father, mother, and daughter all living and working under one roof. The first curious thing he noticed was that Marinette lived only a few doors down from his school, but that she didn't go there. No matter, she could be homeschooled, he himself had been until two years previous. Yet, every day, if he peaked in at her family's bakery during lunch, she wasn't there. Where - other than school - would someone his age be going every weekday with such regularity? He determined he would have to catch her in the morning one day before she left. One day he left home thirty minutes early, he told his father's assistant he wanted extra time to study for a test. He was pretty sure that was a classic lie for teenagers, but it was also hard to disprove. That was why it was a classic. He was relieved to see Marinette was still there, time to see where she went - but she didn't seem to be in a hurry to leave. As time went on, it was Adrien who was in more of a hurry to go - he didn't want to be late to school. He almost gave up and left, but school was so close by - he could make a dash for it and get there in just a few minutes. Finally, Marinette and her mother headed out and around the side of the building. They were almost on top of Adrien's hiding spot! Then he understood why they went somewhere out of view from the street. A beam of light came down from directly above them and lifted them up into the sky, in broad daylight! It was like the classic alien abduction except there didn't seem to be any abduction to it. Marinette and her mother had gone expressly for the purpose of boarding the ship. Assuming that this was a normal day for her - she spent all day on an alien ship? He hurriedly left for school, but there wasn't much chance he was going to concentrate.

As soon as school was out, he was drawn back to the bakery. Marinette was usually there when he went by, but this time she wasn't. 'Working late?' he commented to himself, 'I wonder if that means someone's getting abducted tonight.'

No one else was in the bakery, just himself and the baker. The large man kept glancing at Adrien every time he brought a tray out of the kitchen, and it was making him nervous. "Looking for something?" the man finally asked him.

"Uh, yeah," Adrien focused his attention on the display case full of pastries. "Sorry, I'll make up my mind soon."

"You've got more on your mind than pastries, don't you? Your reality has been turned upside down recently if I had to guess."

"How could you know?"

"I recognize your behavior. It's typical of a boy trying to come to terms with what the aliens did to him."

"It's that obvious?"

"Only to a man whose been through it. So I'm right, the aliens abducted you?"

"Four months ago..." Adrien whispered. "So, what happens to me when time's up?"

"They're going to want the baby back. They're going to come to take it from you. If you want to make it all just a memory, that will be your chance to go back to the way things were before. For me, it wasn't that easy. There was no way I was going to give up Marinette."

"So, Marinette she's... excuse me for the weird question, but you're from this planet right?"

"Yes, I'm human, and Marinette is a hybrid. Her mother is from another planet, but her physical characteristics are indistinguishable from what we understand humans to be. I suppose you could argue that she's also a human, just from a different planet."

"And... you really know for sure that she's biologically your daughter? What about her 'mother' really being her mother?"

"Sabine's told me some things about why they do it this way. Their people don't have enough men to keep the population steady without inbreeding, which is why they've resorted to earth men. As far as they're concerned, the single most valuable thing you have is your DNA, there's no way they would use anyone else's in crafting a baby. As for my experience, yes, I know certainly that Sabine is Marinette's biological mother. For the most part, technicians only use their own genetic material in operation. Only the senior technicians carry out surgeries using the eggs of contracted clients. You can get a pretty good idea by the age of the one who operated on you, unless it was an older woman, it was likely her own egg."

"Then," Adrien whispered to himself "if I can be sure it's really mine, and she's a hybrid, then the baby is only a quarter alien."

Tom stiffened. "She's a hybrid? You don't mean my little girl..."

Adrien nodded, "it was Marinette, no doubt. I'd actually met her beforehand through mutual friends, so I recognized her."

"I knew they were hiding something from me," Tom groaned, "but I had no idea they were breeding her." Around a year ago, they wanted to send her back to their homeworld to be married off, but Sabine made a deal to keep her here. I thought that was the end of it - I guess not. Are they really that desperate to get a baby from her? Her mother must have had to approve of this, but she kept it from me. I will have to have a conversation about this when they get home. I'm sorry you've had to get involved in this. If you want to know more, come by again after I've had the chance to talk with them."

Tom must have had a serious conversation with his daughter. The next time Adrien saw Marinette she pretended not to see him back. It was a stark contrast from the attentive stairs he usually recieved from her. From the way she dashed off around a corner immediately after noticing him, he could tell she must be mortified. He was the victim here, but curiously, he started to feel sorry for her. She was just a rank and file half alien hybrid working under the command of her superiors - maybe they could work things out.

He hardly saw her at all in the next months. Even if he stopped by the bakery when she was there, she would run into the kitchen or upstairs and refuse to come out until he was gone. Tom offered to invite Adrien in amd try mediating a conversation, but Adrien declined. Theirs would be an incredibly awkward topic to have the girl's father sit in on, even if he did have experience in the matter. As his condition became harder to hide, Adrien began to wonder about how they were going to 'harvest' the baby. Soon the amniotic sac would break and the baby would signal its readiness to be born, but Adrien would have no way to respond. His body had no orifice from which to push a baby. If left alone the baby would either die and petrify inside of him, or would burst him open like in one of those old horror films, most likely killing him in the process. With those as his alternatives, it was in his best interest that he be abducted again, and finally it happened. A beam of light found him from the sky. Magnetized, he was pulled up into the ship and like before, he was set into a state of paralysis. There he saw Marinette, looking as nervous as he felt. He wondered what she had to be nervous about, then he remembered. It was the role of the technician who had contributed her DNA to deliver the baby, and Marinette had never done it before. He'd been told that she'd practiced over and over on manikins, but this was her first time working this specific operation. It was far more complicated than the implantation at the beginning of the pregnancy, and was potentially lethal if done wrong. Adrien felt sick at the prospect of having a novice cut him open, but at least there would be more experienced technicians standing by. Their interests didn't line up exactly, but at least he knew they didn't wish him any harm - they would step in if anything went terribly wrong. More than that, he trusted Marinette. She would take great care not to hurt him, he was sure.

He felt nothing. He knew she was cutting him open, but asside from the occasional sounds of her working he could perceive none of the goings on. His body wasn't moving an inch, his vision was fixed on the ceiling above his head. Then, a baby's cry. He vaguely saw Marinette out of the corner of his eye, pass a squirming pink bundle off to someone else. It was a strange sensation, knowing what just happened shouldn't be real and yet it was. He wanted to see the baby, but he could neither turn his head to look or verbalize his request. As Marinette proceeded to patch him up, a multicolored swirl was projected onto the ceiling above him and low tones began to play. This part scared him the most - they were trying to hypnotize him. He'd studied up on hypnotism, and thought he'd learned it was a very real science, he also learned it wasn't possible to hypnotize someone against their will. As long as he was aware of what was happening and resisted he would be fine.

Adrien couldn't believe it, he could hardly find a scar, and that from an amateur who had never performed the operation before. This alien race was very highly advanced in medical science - if only they would contribute their skills in hospitals on earth. People would willingly help with the aliens problem if they could have that return. He didn't say anything immediately to Marinette the next time he saw her, and her behavior surprised him. She was friendlier than she'd been for quite a while. She was talkative and she only blushed a normal amount. Then it occurred to him, she thought his memory had been erased.

"So, Marinette?" he asked her when he finally got her by herself, "how's the baby?"

Her eyes went wide, "the hypnosis!"

"I rejected it. You know it's not possible to hypnotize someone against their will, right? I can't forget my child any more than your father could forget you."

"I'm sorry," Marinette turned to run but Adrien grabbed her wrist.

"It's okay, we can talk about this. ... Please... let's talk."

"Okay, what do you want to know?"

"How's our baby? Could I see him? Her?"

"He's just fine. Why do you want to see him, aren't you glad it's over?" She had hoped in the beginning that having a baby would bring them together - that they could be something like her parents. Now, the attention he was showing her put her into a panic.

"I'm glad I don't have to carry him around inside of me anymore, if that's what you're asking, but now I want to see the fruits of my labor."

Marinette seemed hesitant, but she lead him to her home, and showed him upstairs where the baby was kept. Beaming, she picked him up in her arms and cradled him to her.

"You seem happy," Adrien commented.

Marinette nodded, "I love him! Thank you so much!"

An idea started forming in Adrien's mind, how he might secure his share of rights to their child and reestablish his masculinity all at once. "If you like that one so much, would you want more?"

Marinette thought about it, she quite enjoyed this one she already held in her arms. and her superiors would be quite pleased with her if she had more without them asking. "Yes."

"And would you want me to help out with that?"

"Would you?"

Adrien nodded, "Just one thing. On earth, the female usually carries the baby, did you know that? Your body's more built for it than mine."

"I know, but I couldn't very well inject a baby into myself."

"I could put a baby in you."

"You know how to do that? Um, okay, I can probably arrange a time when we can borrow the operating room."

"I don't know how to use those things, but I know another method. I can show you how humans usually make a baby." He took the baby from her and placed him gently back in his crib, next he scooped up Marinette and lay her on her back on the most readily available furniture. From there, he unbuttoned her pants and slid them off of her. Marinette made no objection, but watched him, confused. He dropped his own pants and manually stimulated his sex organ just enough for it to get a little bit hard. Then he climbed on top of her and rubbed against her, trying to get her stimulated as well. Even if Marinette didn't understand, her body did, her vagina grew wet and swollen. When he was confident he could proceed without hurting her, he lined himself up to enter her.

"Wait!" Marinette's voice was shaky when she asked him, "what do you use to clean your penis?"

"..." that, if anything, was not the question he was expecting, "soap and water."

"Then I can't allow you to put it in me. You should never put a non-sterilized instrument into someone's body. Soap and water isn't good enough in that case. You need to wash it with bleach or boil it."

Adrien winced at the idea of boiling his penis. How could this girl be so knowledgeable in some aspects of reproduction and yet so ignorant in others. "Trust me, if your intention is to have a baby, you don't want a sterile penis. It won't work. Your vagina isn't as sensitive as parts deeper inside your body. It will be fine, besides it's easier this way, no one needs to be cut open."

"But my people just don't do it like that..."

"Your people. Aren't you half human too? Why not try it like your other people? Just once, if you don't like it you can go back."

"O-okay," Marinette spread her legs a little, showing him her consent, "go on."

Adrien took the opportunity and slid into her, making it as sensual as he possibly could. It was a good deal for him if he got her to enjoy this. It fascinated him how sex was such a foreign concept to this girl, so that he (with the second hand knowledge common to his age) seemed like the expert.

"Mfh," Marinette moaned, "how many babies will you give me?"

"As many as you want," he promised. It surprised him that she was already thinking beyond number two, but he didn't need to ponder his answer for long. He'd decided a while ago that he liked this girl, and if this was how to make it work out, why not go for it?

"Then, as many as we can comfortably raise." She'd been raised to believe her people's only hope was through hybrids, and that so far they were failing to generate as many as were needed. Now, here was a wonderful boy who offered to have as many children with her as she wanted, it would be stupid for her to refuse. Here was her chance at securing the perfect life partner and fulfilling her duty to her country all at the same time. "We can take turns bearing them!"

"About that... we'll see." Adrien hoped he'd be able to convince her to carry the rest of the children however many that may be. She'd caved pretty easily to the idea of getting pregnant herself, she was already talking about potentially doing again, so maybe he would have luck in that regard. They could talk about that when they were ready for their third child, right now, they were still busy making the second one.

A/n - There! That way the story is still true to the book description, "Marinette gets pregnant", they just happened to both get pregnant this time around. I had to try it, and personally, I'm somewhat pleased with how it came out. Next time we'll be back to something a little more... traditional?