(Commissioned by Werenimal.)
"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."
(Bigger versions found on my Fanbox.)
SUBJECT: Star Trek, Beverly Crusher, Wesley Crusher