Installment 3 in my ongoing unfinished Sci-Fi saga is here for your perusal. Hopefully it is not too awful. It is a little bit racy in a junior-high sort of way… and it might turn your eyes black to read it, but it is also a little bit funny.
Canto Three – In the Tadpole Chambers Aboard the Base Ship
Alden Morrell was astounded by the changes alien technology had made in him. His wife, Gracie, inhabited a child’s body which had been artificially created by the Tellerons. Her mind had been lifted out of her dying brain and placed into a container which had automatically adopted her DNA. So the aliens had offered him a chance to be the same age and size as his now child-like wife. They had put him in a device that resembled a tanning bed and processed him like a naked frog in a microwave oven. When he had come to… no more body hair, penis reduced to a tiny pink mushroom, bald head re-forested with hair, and a renewed youthful energy he could barely contain.
Alden sat now in the moist sauna-bath that was known as the Tadpole Chamber wearing only his fruit-of-the-looms. Gracie sat next to him, naked, and feeling apparently far less embarrassed than Alden himself felt. Five naked Telleron tadpoles were with them, Davalon, Tanith, Brekka, Menolly, and George Jetson. The tadpoles were the reason they were there. Nutrient baths were absolutely necessary to the continued health of the amphibianoid children.
“We should dance,” suggested Brekka. She was a lovely female Telleron tadpole with skin of forest green and having a delicate reddish blush on cheeks and neck, as well as her shapely buttocks. Alden shuddered when he realized what he had been looking at. He looked away and blushed deeply maroon himself.
“Why do you always want to dance?” asked Tanith, another pretty young female of emerald green. “You suggest that forty times a day.”
“Since we learned to do that on Mars,” said Brekka, “I haven’t wanted to do anything else. I want to dance like the Mickey Mouse Club kids we saw on the Earther broadcasts.”
“It doesn’t hurt to exercise,” said Davalon. “I learned that by playing baseball. It makes the muscles hurt at first, but then you come back stronger and more filled with power.”
Alden beamed at that. He had been the one to teach Davalon about baseball during that brief time on Earth when he had tried to adopt the abandoned fin-headed alien boy.
“The computer system has Mickey Mouse Club music recorded from Earther TV,” reminded Menolly. “We just have to ask for it.”
“Yeah! Great idea!” said George Jetson. Like many of Captain Xiar’s children, George was named for something on Earther TV that Xiar particularly liked. “Computer, play all the Mickey Mouse Club songs.”
Alden didn’t know the song that started to play, but it had a good dance beat and the green children began to sway and move and dip and boogie. It was a wild collection of dance moves from Earth filtered through alien perceptions.
“Let’s dance too,” said Alden’s beloved wife Gracie. She stood and held out a hand to him. “We can show them how it’s done.”
Alden was forty years old and Gracie was two years younger. But now they inhabited children’s bodies, having been reduced in age to twelve and ten. Their health was so much better, and many years had been added to both of their lives. Still, it felt unnatural and somehow wrong. She was younger now than when they’d first met in Belle City High School in Iowa when he was seventeen and she had been fifteen.
“Do you really have to be naked in front of the children?” he asked her in a whisper.
“Why, yes, you old coot. I think I do. You should take those soggy shorts off too. This is like a sauna bath after all.”
“You know Mrs. Castille wouldn’t approve.”
“That old fuddy-duddy doesn’t have a say in this. Prudes would tell us we have to wear swimsuits in the bath tub because they have issues, not because we do.”
Alden nodded. He didn’t agree, but he nodded because that was what he thought Gracie wanted. She was a mere child again, but his love for her made his twelve-year-old body want her mightily. He had to dance bent forward because he didn’t want mushrooms blooming and embarrassing him while he danced with naked girls in an alien nutrient bath.
*****
Catch a Falling Star 
Stuff That Works
What makes people visit your blog and maybe even click “like”? I should tell you up front, I have no idea how best to navigate the crazy internet. I want to. I have a book to promote. I have ideas and experiences to share. I am a writer and I would like to make something more than excessive heartache out of being one. But how you actually go about it is still a mystery.
I know what I surf the internet for. I like artwork, especially original artwork. That is why I try to post as much of my own stuff as I can. I am an amateur artist, self-taught with a little bit of college art classes, contact with real artists, and a lot of TV Bob Ross. I surf to find other artists whose stuff catches my eye. I post about artists like Loish, Maxfield Parrish, Paul Detlafsen, and Norman Rockwell. I go to sites like DeviantArt (Example at this link) and follow artists like James Brown and Shannon Maer on Facebook. I help promote their work by sharing as often as I can. Do I worry about copyright violation with my artwork? No. I am long past the point of making a profitable career as an artist. I like having people see my work and if someone decides to claim they are the artist instead of me, I have the real originals and even some pictures of work in progress. The Big Eyes thing will not happen to me.
So sharing pictures seems to matter. I got lots of hits from the monster picture post because I used a lot of monster-movie images that people normally search for on the internet. Pictures of pretty girls work too. It doesn’t seem to matter if I drew them or if they are a picture of a relative, those pictures pull people in too.
Pictures of photogenic nieces aid my blogging popularity in a rather noticeable way.
Yes, I do believe I have just intimated that Minnie Mouse is my niece, a daughter of my sister-in-law. Lying is part of blogging. You have to put spin on things and make people understand the things they want to understand more than you need them to see what is really true in the empirical sense.
Being able to put the words “nude” or “naked” in titles or in the tags brings in more views too. Those words get lots of hits on search engines and some of the people who visit my blog looking for that actually read what’s posted. Just because an idea is a little bit naughty, it doesn’t mean only perverts and bad people respond to it.
This is a picture of Rowan Atkinson as Mr. Bean. It is NOT a picture of me.
And it doesn’t hurt to be a little funny now and then. Humor is something I look for in the posts of others. I try to be funny in my posts too… though whether they are hah-hah funny or merely eeuw! funny is debatable. Much of my humor is only intended to raise a smirk or half a smile. I am most satisfied when I make you think, “heh, that’s right, isn’t it.”
This is Millis, not me. He was an actual rabbit that was turned humanoid by a scientist’s experiment with alien technology.
So why is this post called Stuff That Works if, as I am claiming, I really don’t know anything about how blogging works? I may have been a little less than truthful when I made claims. Or maybe I was claiming with a little bit of “tongue in cheek”? I hope I have demonstrated that I do know how. The thing I have yet to wrestle with is WHY. So now I have to get busy and work on that.
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