You guys would be surprised on how much time it took me to write this. There were multiple ideas and concepts I wanted to use, but didn't know how to go. Until a friend of mine said two words "space pirates".
You should also notice that, this time, the transformation wasn't the focus, but instead, the afterwards. This gives this story a different rhythm and more time to play with the girl's new sensations.
Anyway guys, hope you like this one!
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“How much are they willing to pay?” Kaleb asked. Sitting back on his chair, with a cigarette in his hand, he could look through the window to the buildings below his. Nichole coughed. “$200,000, sir. I think we should accept it. It’s just a project, we can’t say if it will work, not even if the market will...” Nichole stopped, biting her lip; as her eyes filled with tears, Kaleb raised his voice, strongly pressing the lit part of the cigarette on his assistant's hand. “What do I always tell you Nichole?” He asked. “Luck is by our side, sir.” She answered, reluctant. “Exactly; at this point, you must be familiar with the concept of feng-shui, right?” He tossed his cigarette in a trash can. “Yes, sir. By harmonizing with our surroundings, we can achieve prosperity.” She quickly answered.
“And this entire company...” He completed, getting up. “Was built around such a concept. I’ve surrounded myself in the right way, organized this company in perfect harmony. The idea you talk about came from a perfectly organized environment and, therefore, is a result of our feng-shui.” He moved his hands on her shoulders. He was strong, but this grip wasn’t about strength. It was about power. “It’s not the first time you do this, though. Get your stuff and leave this building.” He demanded, walking back to his chair. Nichole felt a chill go through her spine. “Wait, what? S-Sir, don’t you mean...” She babbled, interrupted once more. “Don’t play dumb. You are fired. Just leave. From Monday on, Agatha will take care of your tasks. ” He turned his back on her, facing the night sky through the window.
“Agatha? That fucking bimbo?” Nichole felt the blood moving to her face. She stormed out of the room cursing Kaleb. “You and this company are going down, Kaleb. I’ve been with you since the beginning three years ago, I sacrificed my fucking marriage and now you just...” Before she could finish, though, Kaleb closed the door on her face. Nichole was indeed one of his first employees, but there was nothing he could do. Kaleb was well known for being rough and cocky, but he knew he was right: he got that far on his own, it was him who planned to use the concept of feng-shui when building the company. All that success was a retribution for what he made to his company. That’s just cosmic justice. If he became superior, it is because he managed to conquer it. Universe was by his side.
The talk with Nichole took him longer than he expected, as Kaleb left the building after midnight. A bad idea, he concluded, for the street was completely empty. He quickly made his way to the parking lot, rushing to his car. He took a step back, though, when a purple light came from above his head. “Brian, is that you?” He screamed, hoping the guard of the parking lot was responsible for it. But as he saw the cylindrical, metallic object hovering in the sky above him, he didn’t need an answer. All Kaleb could do was scream, as his body was abducted by the alien ship.
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“Does this look like a female to you?” Was the scream that woke the young businessman up. For a second, the human, feminine voice made him forget where he was. But just by trying to raise his head, the terrible truth was brought back into his mind. His neck, wrist and heel were covered by some sort of malleable metal, that hardened at his slightest movement. The place surrounding him appeared to be some sort of laboratory, but he didn’t recognize any of the technology surrounding him.
“I don’t know, captain. All humans look the same!” A voice replied, coming from something far from human. “Maybe for stupid crabs, like you! But not for the ones who request them, you useless trash!” The first voice, presumably the “captain”, shouted. Before her subordinate could answer, though, a new voice joined the discussion. “This can easily be fixed, my captain.” She said, much calmer than the first two ones, coming out in a weirdly artificial way. “You better prove why you are onboard then, Myzzxet. Fix this mess and bring me a finished product. We still have two Earth-hours before delivering.”
As the steps came closer to his head, Kaleb closed his eyes, in an attempt to look unconscious. It was okay, he would be okay. ‘The universe is by my side!’ He mentalized. “The movement of your eyes indicate no signal of REM. You can stop pretending now.” The voice stated and, as the man opened his eyes, he realized why it sounded so inhuman. The cyborg next to him used her four arms to better adjust the equipment around his “bed”. She turned to face him and, even though she was a robot, she looked “human” enough to catch the man’s attention. “I see your penis indicates you like my physical shape. Sexual tension, I believe? Common in organic and some inorganic life forms.” Until that comment, Kaleb had not realized she could see his penis: matter of fact, she could see him whole, for he quickly noticed his clothes were removed. “Get me off of this, now! Whatever you plan to do, it won’t work. Do you even know who I...”
“Loud as always, you organic life forms.” She interrupted, attaching some of the machines to the man’s body: more specifically, his belly, legs and head. “Wait, what’s that? Stop this bullshit right now you mechanic freak!” He shouted. The only thing that gave him hope right now was his belief in the cosmic justice saving him. A heavy punch on his chest, however, made him cough and, amidst deep breaths, he was unable to keep screaming. “Always cocky or pathetic. Or both. Let me tell you this, your physical shape is inadequate.” The robot said, without raising her tone. “Female humans are popular not only on your planet. This makes them a very desired item for a lot of species, some similar to you, earthlings, some drastically different. But we honestly don’t care, we just provide products for the parallel market. By the time I am done, any of the human-fanatics would kill for you.”
“The fuck are you even talking about?” He asked, in whispers, as he finally caught his breath. “It doesn’t matter, 7C14F3.” She said, turning on a switch. “What did you just call me? Gah!” He screamed, as multiple needles pierced his body. The doctor herself turned her chair and started to distribute some sort of lotion onto his body, without saying a word. ‘It’s okay, I’m gonna be okay. The uni--’ But not even his thoughts could be finished as the machines started injecting something in his body. It felt like acid, melting him from inside out, slowly spreading from the points pierced. “Imperfection detected on your upper body. This is tolerable, but it may lower your price in the market.” The robot stated, as she spreaded the lotion on the man’s chest. He couldn’t answer her comments about his scar, though, as his conscience vanished. He closed his eyes, mentally thinking of his mantra that all would be well.
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“She is ready, my captain.” The robotic voice of Myzzxet woke Kaleb up. “Great, Myzzxet. She is looking good.” The captain said and before Kaleb even had time to remember where he was, a cold metallic hand poked his chest. The light pokes soon got stronger, the metallic fingers weirdly sinking in his flesh. And that was when Kaleb screamed, remembering where he was. Or at least he thought he screamed, for the voice that came out couldn’t be his own. The metallic ooze holding him was gone, but apparently they put something heavy onto his chest to hold him down. In an attempt to get away, he flipped his body and, to his surprise, everything felt out of place: he felt heavy and let out a girly squeal as his body fell awkwardly on the ground.
Whatever was onto his chest, it followed Kaleb in his fall, clumsy being dragged by his body and ultimately being crushed between his weight and the floor. Kaleb screamed in pain, as his uncovered nipples touched the cold ground. His chest felt swollen, heavy and unproportional, and his nipples painfully sensitive. “Ouch...” A high pitched voice whispered, as he tried to push himself up, painfully failing and meeting the ground once more as the weight pulled him down. As his chest wobbled, he realized: that weight was part of him.
Kaleb finally opened his eyes: he was staring at the ground, and could see petite hands trying to lift him up. “WHAT IS THIS?” He shout, as he realized the petite hands were his hands. Looking down, he could see the massive amounts of flesh that held him down: attached to his body, were gargantuan tits, pressing his nipples. With one final attempt, letting a bizarrely feminine moan escape, she managed to lift the top of her body, and as she stood still, her breasts came to the sight of all: perfectly round, erotically designed, featuring not only puffy, fat nipples, that she could feel slightly aching after the collision, but also a tattoo with the code “7C14F3”, followed by a barcode.
Now she realized that even her position was all wrong: she was staring at her breasts while standing in her knees, though they were absurdly more distant from each other than ever. And yet, as she touched her peach perfect skin with her delicate hands, she felt as if this was just the right way to be. Under her monster tits, her belly was chubbier, without most of the muscle it once had. And going even lower, she felt her own pubic hair much different than it once was: she had less of it, and between it no sign of her penis could be felt. The warm surface of her new labia revealed the real nature of her body change.
She only got out of her trance and disbelief when she felt her butt cheeks being spread by cold metallic hands. “Good work with the anus and the genitals. They were perfectly designed.” The voice of the captain said, as she got on her knees to further investigate the new girl’s “attributes”. “Eek!” She squealed, unwieldy getting up. “I-I’m not a girl! I’m dreaming! Get away from me!” She screamed, in her confusion. This couldn’t be happening, the universe wouldn’t allow. She did everything right and still… Four metallic arms grabbed her and Myzzxet turned her to face the captain for the first time. In shock, “Kaleb” saw a human in front of her. Except for the robotic arms, the captain was a human woman.
“My captain, would you mind getting the underwear and the handcuffs over that table?” Myzzxet asked, not spending much strength to hold the clumsy, bubbly chick in her arms. “Oh, right. Just be quick, we have to go soon. They are waiting for our product.” The captain answered, heading the objects to the cyborg. “They? Who is waiting? You can’t...” The girl tried to beg, shamefully being lifted up by the robot in order to put the ridiculously tight panties on her lower half. With even less effort, Myzzxet handcuffed her petite arms. The captain slapped “Kaleb’s” face. “Now, you listen here, cattle. I don’t care who you were. You are now a fucking slave, code 7C14F3 until someone buys and names you.” She said, pointing to 7C14F3’s face. “You can’t--” She tried to start again, but this time what prevented her from continuing was a strong pinch in her nipple. Humiliated, she heard her own moan prevent her from going on.
“I can do whatever I want to you, slave. You are just a fancy product now, but if you keep getting to my nerves...” The captain menaced, pinching 7C14F3’s nipple so hard she almost screamed. “I will ask Myzzxet to change you just a little more, so that you’ll beg me for pain.” She finally released her grip, grabbing the slave by the handcuff and strongly pulling, making her almost fall once more. As she walked, 7C14F3 felt her body wobbling, avoiding to look around as they left the ship and her bare feet touched the cold ground of the platform they landed on. Her wide hips naturally swinged and her rearing ass seemed to crave the seeker’s attention at every step. She didn’t say a word anymore, trying not to focus on her swinging, painfully heavy mammaries, following the captain to a huge, metallic stage. As the curtains opened and she looked at the crowd like a fitment in a showcase, she quietly wished the universe for a decent owner.
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