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The black nanites began to peel back from my friend Eddie's face revealing his once warm eyes — now staring coldly, confidently at me.

The house we were hiding in had been attacked earlier today and we ran through the forest west of town until we found what looked to be a rundown barn. In fact, it had already been seeded by the Feelers with undulating black sticky mines one of which exploded onto Eddie's torso when he dipped into a stall to hide.

The nanites begin their work almost immediately. They expand and self-replicate making their way through the first and any orfice they can find to do their work internally, twisting cells, and accessing the brainstem for network implant. Eddie was wearing a t-shirt and a heavy green flannel shirt and both seemed to immediately melt off of him, nanites spreading, covering his body, moving up his neck. He gasped for breath as they moved over his lips and down his throat.

I saw his tongue go black and heard him choking. "I can't breathe." By then he was naked, black, his clothes gone, every breath visable in his already condensing muscles. My eyes widened as his dick rose to attention. His eyes searched the sky. "Oh god, I'm going to. . . I'm going to. . . "

His come shot across the barn, hitting the hay, hitting my boot, my jeans. He moaned, eyes lost. His nipples were already hard as marker caps, their surrounding flesh swelling as if he had been bitten by two giant mosquitos. I could only fall back and cry "Eddie, no." An absolutely futile gesture since once the nanites you there's no escape." In an instant his breasts budded and sprouted, pushing forward, his voice gripped tighter and tighter, moans taking on the same fluid feminine tone that all Feelers share.

They all look the same.

I looked at his cum on my shoe. When I looked back up to see his cock dip into his new folds. His hips expanded and his thighs separated. Birthing hips.

In a moment, he looked like the rest of them. His body came to pause, except for his breasts which still kept swelling. The nanites ceded their hold of his face, falling from him.

"That wasn't bad at all, Thomas. Why were we running from this?"

I fell back, shifting in reverse as he stepped slowly towards me, searching the dirty hay behind me for a hoe or a pitchfork or a shovel, anything. The nanites began absorbing into her body.

"I'm coming, Thomas." His body shook slightly. His eyes crossed. Then he stepped forward. "I'm coming because they are coming."

"They?"

"All of us. Oh, I'm ready to breed. Can you believe it?" Eddie touched his pussy. "I can't wait to get them inside of me. I want to fuck, Thomas. We all want to fuck. We are all waiting desperately. All 7.4 billion of us. In a few days, everyone will be converted. We will be all that remains of humanity. Then they will land and breed us."

"This is total madness."

"No. It is intelligence. What you were doing on this planet is madness: War, manufactured consent, devotion to ancient rites created merely to satiate your fear of death. Your obsession with little slips of paper and plastic cards, your giving your life to them instead of living free and as you are. Your slavish devotion to objects and Illusion — that is what is madness."

She tossed her hair and touched her clit. 

"Besides, it makes no sense to conquer a planet with military strength. The change will be gradual, via our wombs. In two Earth centuries the colonization will be complete. Good things come to those who wait, Thomas." She stopped a moment, a long string of fluid dripped from her pussy. "Oh god, feeling 7.4 Billion orgasms simultaneously is almost too much."

My hands fell upon something. Wooden. A handle. I grabbed it and pulled slowly. It was heavy, a tool, I could tell it would do — as long as I was quick about it.

Suddenly she squatted, her face in slight pain, and pushed, breathing. My eyes opened wide as she gave birth to a black seed, the composition of all the nanites that had turned Eddie. It undulated in the darkness of the barn, ready to turn the next person who stepped too close to it.