An Old Man, Yet the Mother of Monsters

[A pure indulgence in my personal tastes. The blurb will be revised.]

The older man was gentle, beautiful, and guileless. His eyes, marked by the passage of time, were naturally moist and hazy, full of affection, like a bottle of well-aged wine. Even standing there quietly, he could instantly draw countless admiring, lustful gazes.

People only knew that one day he had suddenly moved to the Lower District, making a living by growing and selling flowers. He took in several pitiful orphans, and with time, acquired a deeper, more captivating charm. The men around him grew restless, eager to pluck this violet, blooming in lush, decadent ripeness.

The greedy men spied on his life. They envied the flowers he stroked between his slender, pale fingers, and resented the orphans who received his kindness. Most of all, they were entranced by the faint blush blooming at the corners of his eyes, their pale skin etched with delicate lines.

They wanted him for themselves. 💛

A twisted obsession took root and sprouted in the shadows. Just as these greedy men could no longer resist reaching out to the oblivious older man, a meteor shower changed everything.

The muscular sanitation worker upstairs revealed a mouthpart that could not belong to any human. His smile was stiff, and every day he brought the older man fresh raw meat and a bottle of milk with no searchable brand name.

The memory dealer next door was always making strange rustling sounds. At night, he would call the older man's name with obsessive, trembling fervor, muttering strange, incomprehensible words.

The adopted orphans seemed to have secrets of their own. Sometimes, while tidying the room, the older man would find cold scales. In the flower bed beneath the window, he would come across animal bones. He would even find damp marks on his clothes that smelled sweet as honey...

Even he himself dreamed, time and again in his sleep, of thick, sticky tentacles. Those chaotic dreams left him drenched in sweat, trembling until his eyes grew wet and red. 💛

He thought it was all incredibly strange.

Until one day, after escaping another overly erotic dream, the fragile, beautiful older man suddenly realized that his belly seemed to be swelling. Could he... be pregnant?

Something indescribable had been growing in his soft belly, though no one knew how long it had been there.

It called the older man "Mommy."

*

Long, long afterward, the radiation from the strange meteor shower faded, and humanity, having survived a catastrophe, was reborn.

As people cheered and celebrated the end of the darkness brought by the invasion of alien life, the human savior, that beautiful and gentle older man, was carried aboard a starship by monsters.

Amid one strange, clammy call of lust after another, the older man helplessly cupped a monster's face and kissed its finely scaled cheek. Then he opened his soft embrace and held these inhuman children close.

He said, "Yes, I am your mommy."

...And I always will be.

Notes:

1. A story written to indulge my personal tastes. The blurb and settings will be revised.

2. The protagonist is 35, a handsome uncle-type, and a heartthrob. The pairing is undecided, but the ending will be one-on-one.

3. Set in the future, though human civilization is somewhat behind.

4. May contain mindbreak, stalker romance, and elements similar to an insect queen setting.

5. I'll add more if I think of anything.

Theme: If you believe something is right, keep standing by it.