Chief Security Officer’s Personal Log: Stardate 41391.1....

Following my exposure to the so-called Amazon ray, Dr. Crusher’s son has taken a particularly strong liking to my company. I’ve been confined to sickbay pending the lab results from my most recent tissue sample analyses, and earlier today Wesley paid me a … very special visit. I think I’m beginning to like my new anatomy. Should a procedure to reverse my current state be developed, I may just request permission to decline it!

"Wesley Crusher's personal log, stardate 41597.8....

We're now on day four of Lt. Yar's quarantine. I guess we should've anticipated that the Amazon ray might've triggered hormonal changes in addition to the anatomical ones, especially given how many trysts she and I have had by now, but clearly it's too late for that. But at the same time, maybe mom's overabundance of caution with Tasha's semen is for the best.

If she knew how I ACTUALLY got contaminated, she'd probably throw a fit!

But man, do I miss Tasha's cock! It's gotten to the point where I've hacked into the sickbay computer, downloaded her medical records, and reconfigured the food replicator in my quarters to produce a facsimile of her dick just to keep myself satisfied! It's another small miracle that my hormonal changes haven't affected my mental faculties, or else I don't think I'd've ever been able to pull this off.

Sidenote: This is the third time I've had to re-record this log. For some reason, I keep catching myself calling mom "mommy." I hope that's not somehow related to everything else going on."

"Chief Security Officer's Personal Log, Stardate 41602.5....

My first day back on duty was certainly unconventional! The captain just got done chewing me out for my unprofessional behavior during my second trip down to Vagra II. But it at least got the job done of distracting Armus enough to weaken his energy field. Who knows how much longer Counselor Troi and Lt. Prieto would've been stranded down there otherwise? With any luck, Picard will take this into account when he decides whether to relieve me of my station.

He's fortunately chosen to let me keep my Amazonian form. The fact that (according to Dr. Crusher) I otherwise wouldn't have survived Armus's psychokinetic blast probably swayed his decision there. Speaking of the doctor, I'm dumbfounded that she recommended lifting my quarantine after not even a week, given all of the caution she showed when she placed me under. Has she figured out what Wesley and I have been up to?..."

"Chief Medical Officer's Personal Log, Stardate 41667.4...

I finally confronted Tasha and Wesley today. They tried to play dumb, but I've already seen Wes riding that dildo which conveniently matched Tasha's phallic dimensions, and I made sure to say as much. Of course they were mortified at first, but they became much happier (although no less surprised) when I told them I wanted to join their hijinks. It was quite exhilarating to indulge Wesley in his burgeoning Oedipal tendencies, and I'm happy to report that Tasha's cock is utterly heavenly! And who knows? Maybe her semen will mutate me like it's done for Wes!"

I don't know what to think about this. Do I hate it because Wes is in it or do I like it because Wes is getting what he deserves?

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