Alien Minds (commisison)

 Start of an ongoing commission story; dude in an intergalactic ship ends up swapping bodies with a partly insect-like alien queen. Expect psychic weirdness and breeding akin to the goblin and dragon bodyswap stories from earlier). Also, the alien who appears at the "crime" scene, I imagine he talks like Grunkle Stan from Gravity Falls. Lot of respect if you know who/what that is.)

It had felt like Troy was on a real lucky streak lately. He had moved to Ymir Station on a free ticket offered by the intergalactic government, which had been strange but uneventful the last year or so. Humanity had built the massive satellite as a refueling and supply station in the Gelgii system, effectively acting as a giant intergalactic gas station. He had been given a simple job in the communications department, which looked a lot more complex than it really was.

The real interesting part was the aliens. There were all sorts of creatures around, from the little red blobs that were the chixass to the big lumbering clumps of armored scales that made up the treshlians. He was seeing more and more couples lately that were interspecies, though most scientists were still trying to figure if crossbreeding was even possible (if even wise). Either way, it didn't seem to stop others from being fascinated (or just kinky) about the exotic races.

There were only a few humanoid races that really caught his attention in that sense. There were the ones people had expected; offshoots of humanity with orange skin or extra arms or thicker bones. He wouldn't have guessed that the ruex would be the ones that really drew him into the whole xenophile crowd.

The ruex were blue people, tall and skinny with some hints of insect to them. Their eyes were big and dark circles on bald, narrow heads dotted with two pairs of antennae and a few small, dull barbs. Four arms worked along a long torso that ended in a thorax-like bulging tail. Their feet had several extra joints and had platform-like feet with some gripping clawed toes that circled the edges. They mostly wore these simple but shimmering robes that gave them androgynous look to the point where Troy wondered if they were all just one gender.

Yunmeshka was definitely different from the rest. There were little touches to her that made her distinctly female. She wasn't as busty as a human tended to be, but she definitely possessed some kind of mammaries that seemed to slide smoothly low on her body until they ended near her stomach. They didn’t quite sag since they were slim and perky, more like she just had long pectoral muscles attaching the low orbs. She wore a more elaborate garb than the rest, namely a cut of her robe that looked more like a cocktail dress along with several pieces of jewelry on her slender neck and wrists. Her angular legs met on wide hips; hips that Troy had accidentally gotten his hands on when they bumped into each other in the merchant district of the station.

Troy was instantly charmed by her. "Meshka" had this high and melodic voice, like she was whistling quietly in the background whenever she talked. She laughed often and easily, and she quickly adopted a very physical kind of affection for him. He went on a few dates and kept in contact with her via their messenger pads, learning that she was a diplomat from her species as one of their relatively few females. Things started to get more serious after a few more dates, where he got his first kiss with her and found that their tongues were surprisingly rough. Almost scaley rather than like a cat's tongue.

Then came the fateful night: Meshka asked to spend the night at his place. Troy got his rest station as clean as he could before she showed up. There was some kind of smooth yellow bodypaint streaked across her cheeks and along her chest and thighs, something he assumed to be ruexian makeup. Her antennae kept curling up into little snailshell patterns, something he noticed she did when she felt flattered or embarassed.

"Please, human-kin Troy," she urged gently in that whistling voice. "Woud you close the door? I would rather disrobe in privacy."

Now that sounded promising. He helped her undress, not that it was especially difficult with her dress being essentially a fancier robe. She wore nothing else beneath that, and he was pleased to see that her genitalia looked about what he'd hoped for. She gave a whistling giggle as he caught himself staring at her wide hips and long, sloped breasts. Her extra hands went to work in undressing him as her shiney black eyes watched him with a smiling admiration, planting little kisses on him as she worked on his pants. When they were both undressed, he took two of her hand at random and led her onto the bed. Her long legs shifted around to fit on the mattress as she cupped his cheek.

"I have been looking forward to bonding with you, my spawner Troy," she purred. He was starting to wonder what she could do with those extra hands when she opened her mouth wider than he remembered she could. Her jaw cracked as it went about six-inches long and her tongue her black, scaly tongue stretched out of her mouth, gently wrapped around his neck and slid into his ear.

Things got very strange for Troy at that point. He didn't talk for the next few hours, or however long he was out. He was surrounded by the whistling of her voice mixed with her words, feeling... everything. All of the emotions flowed around inside and through him, feeling crushing despair and uplifting joy somehow crunching together inside of his chest while he drown in some noble dignity. His eyes felt useless because he kept seeing memories and dreams from a world he didn't know as well as some of his own. At last, some other... force wrapped around him. This vaguely blue-pink cloud that merged with him, brushing away the unwanted sensations and thoughts and leaving only good ones.

"Relax, human-kin Troy. This is our mind now." Meshka's voice/thoughts reached him, gently walking him through the fact that she had joined minds with him. "It is the first time a human has undergone this ritual, but you are kwepla... one who is very special to me, beyond all others. I wished to share this with you... all of me." She gave one of her tweeting giggles. "And to explore you."

"Uh... okay. I guess I should have clarified what you meant by 'being intimate," Troy admitted.

"Yes. Some colloqueal mistranslations are most amusing. May I ask what this is?" A part of her psychic cloud reached out to a pulsing red orb. She emitted a loud gasp followed by some sharp, thick whistles that sounded like alien swearwords. Troy felt a sort of aftershock of pleasure that told him he'd found the part of his brain that was his lust.

"Ohhhh! I... I didn't know. I'm normally not like that until... well... let's say I will enjoy bonding with you further."

It was a bit of blur for the rest of the night. Meshka was clearly more at home in this psychic plane, but he could reach out and explore the things that drifted closer to him. She explored his memories, reliving them with Troy as if she were always there next to him. She pressed on his emotions like they were buttons, experimentally mixing them up (like pumping his sorrow with lust that hit him like a guilty orgasm). With each of his moans she sighed or grunted a half second after him. His pleasures were hers and vice versa, mingling their minds in a way that both filled him and let him feel as though he were wrapped around her.

Troy woke up wondering if that was what sex on acid worked like. His vision was blurry and he felt weird being back inside a physical body and not being a cloud of sentient thoughts. He started to sit up from bed for a drink, but his legs barely touched the ground before he collapsed. He tumbled right to the floor, dizzied for a moment before he looked at his legs; they were twisted in completely the wrong direction.

"OH my god!" he blurted, grabbing the edge of the bed to push himself back up. He was surprised when his knee joints cracked and slipped around into a sharp but comfortable angle. He blinked at the bizarre legs and started to wonder why everything seemed so dark. He lifted his leg and saw the wide, claw-lined foot at the end of it. He patted his front, feeling his insanely narrow waist and his low-angled breasts with his four arms. He turned and saw what looked just like Troy passed out in the bed, sleeping softly by the looks of him.

"Oh shit. Shit," Troy hissed, but he coughed when the words strained his throat. "Stupid human language," he whistled grumpily, surprised as his throat seemed to tighten naturally to produce the words like Meshka had done when she spoke. He shuddered at his natural echo and tried to shake Troy/Meshka awake. When the body didn’t move, he grabbed his comm pad and alerted the station’s police.

“Well, he’s not dead,” one of the security officers, a muscular orange alien noted as he set down Troy’s body’s arm. “There’s mental activity, but it seems like it’s overloaded.”

Troy overheard them as they were finishing taking questions from him. He couldn't explain it, but they seemed to suspect what was going on rather than accusing him of anything. After all, his brainwaves had checked out on the scanner, and he'd told them who he was despite accidentally slipping into calling the officer "human-kin" a couple times. The area had been taped off, but another alien came marching in past the couple of guards.

"Stand aside, please! Egg keeper coming through! The queen is in need of guidance!" he barked. He was about five feet tall, but wide and stuffed with muscles that bulged in strange spots. He was a squat man with blotchy black and white skin that looked like he was crudely tattooed all over. A short, fat nose with four nostrils of various sizes took up most of his face too the point where it hung just above his wide, thin lips. Troy had seen enough hujaw around to know the look of one.

Once he had reached Troy, three the hujaws nostrils flare as he sniffs the air. "Let me guess... you're the guy that the queen was seeing?" His voice was gritty but smooth and quick, like a man used to doing business and doing it quickly.

"She was a queen?"

"Ah, great. So how was the brain sex?"

"How did... um... pretty great. It just wasn't what I expected as a human-ki..." Troy caught himself slipping into that word again. "Jeez. As a regular guy."

"And how about her?" The splotchy alien pointed at Troy's old body. "She into it?"

"I... like to think so. She said a lot about how intense the emotions were."

"Great. Between her nesting and then some human senses in there, she must be mind-numbing." There wasn't any apparent sarcasm to his voice.

"Is that bad?" Troy asked.

"Nah. Easy fix. She's finding her way back out of your thoughts before she can put her back, so it's a waiting game. Frankly, good work, kid. She must have been way into you. I'm sure she'll have some reward or something when she gets back." The hujaw held out a bulging strong hand. "Vank Teslo, royal egg keeper. I'm the personal aide to the queen here."

"Oh. Thanks?" Troy took a minute to figure out which of his hands to use, clearly fumbling with them before he got one in place. "And when will she be back?"

"Depends. Normally a couple hours, but if she was THAT hot for you... might be a couple months. Year tops."

"Months!? I can't go to work like this!" Troy blurted.

"Then I got good news for ya!" Vank said jovially. "You're coming with me. The Ruex are entering mating season soon and we'll be needing our queen."

"Mating? As in..."

"Weird alien bug sex," Vank said bluntly. "Officers, if you check the files, I think you'll find the ruex are fully authorized to take this young man and his body into our care and return him fully compensated for his time and effort." One of the cops started to type away on their holopad, frowning but not objecting. Troy tried to argue, but when he stepped forward his second knee gave out and he fell forward. Vank was quick to step in the way and catch him.

"Flak! You are like a newborn over here! Come on. Focus on the feet, your highness. Keep your toes straight and the joints will just sort of flop into place themselves. And put these out for cryin' out loud." Troy shifted and flexed his toes, finding the legs stabilizing as he did. While he was busy with that, Vank reached up and took his antennae in his fists, straightening them out with a firm pull.

"OW!" They were sensitive to such yanks, but Troy was surprised when the entire room brightened up. He curiously flexed his broad forehead, and saw the light in the room change as he shifted each one. Even the color altered a little... as if he were working the antenna on a tv.

"Ruex eyesight is awful. Their underground life made antenna better than vision on their homeworld," Vank explained. "You got a lot to learn, your highness, and a lot to do, so let's get moving."

"You keep calling me that," Troy mentioned as he slowly got used to his new sense of sight and balance. "Am I seriously...?"

"Yup." Vank didn't seem to wait for full questions when he didn't have to. "The queen is the female of the hive that can bear the most eggs. Even if you're a displaced human, you are technically the queen. Now come on. Your people await."

The officers confirmed that Troy didn't have much say in the matter. The ruex labeled their nobility by fertility, and being inside that body meant they had every right to claim him within the delicate balance that was intergalactic law. It was like reverse diplomatic immunity. Some more of the androgynous ruex arrived to gurney his body back to their mothership. Vank led Troy back on his slowly adapting legs, and when they arrived at the ship there were a few dozen ruex waiting by the warp platform that instantly bowed.

"Among your duties..." Vank explained in a low voice. It seemed like he was doing it to be polite rather than any actual secrecy, since he'd explained it quite clearly to the ones escorting Troy's body. "The ruex expect their queen to administer some orders when she returns to the hive."

"Like what?"

"Honestly? Busywork. Maybe a declaration. They like to know you're decisive more than you are smart."

Well that was assuring. "Uh... hmm... okay. Have someone check on the security systems." A pair of them instantly broke off and warped onto the ship. "Annnnnd... you two. Run some laps around the station. A healthy soldier is a happy soldier. And rest of you... good work. Help yourself to any extra rations from the food supply." The ruex all promptly and neatly shuffled off to fulfill their duties with a quick pounding together of their lower pair of hands' knuckles. Apparently the ruex salute.

Troy was lead back to his room by Vank, passing by a lot of ruex and a smaller number of hujaw along the way. The two races seemed to be pretty tightly knit in a way he'd have to ask about later. All along the way, the ruex that she assumed to be male clattered by on their crooked grasshopper legs, all saluting with their fists or nodding in respect. They all made way for him, but he was surprised at just how many of the "drones" just... felt him. Some of them groped his breast while others caressed his thorax rather casually as he went by. One brushed their antenae across his, but the most bold of them rubbed his shoulder against Troy's. He got a few seconds of this in before Vank shoved him away firmly. "Come on! Queen Troy's got business."

They finally got to his room, which was as huge and lavish as could be expected. There were seats with pillows bigger than he was, a bed that looked like you could go swimming in the softness, and a huge bowl of nuts, berries, and snacks of all sorts in case he felt like something else. Something gurgled in his lower body as he went over to pick out a couple of pretzels.

"Could I get something a little more filling?" Troy asked before slipping the pretzels into his mouth and feeling the leathery tongue easily crush up the food.

"At once, your highness." Vank gestured to a patiently waiting drone that went off without a word.

"Also... what was the rubbing back there? With the guys in the hall." Troy carefully shifted his legs around to plop his thorax into what seemed to be a large cushy lawn chair. A holographic display of several things popped up in front of him when he did.

"Those are your suitors," Vank explained. "They're making offers to see if their presence appeals to you. If they do, they'll become your first mate... in a literal sense, that is. They'll be the one to fertilize your eggs and pass on their genes to the next wave of ruex while the rest remain sterile and forgotten. That's why the older ones are going to be your handmaidens here." He gestured to the few more expressionless ruex servants around the room, each in slightly more colorful and revealing robes. "They're like beta females. Useless to the hive and lower level laborers. You, though! You've got the pleasure of your pick of the whole colony."

"But... what if I'm not attracted to them? If their scents don't work on me?"

"Well when the full mating season kicks in, I'll be surprised if you do. But if you keep them waiting too long and don't pick your prince... well, they'll think you don't get the message. They'll decide to get more aggressive about it. So trust me... you'll want to pick one."

Vank looked up as the chamber door opened again, a sizzling pile of blue meat on a platter beside some red-brown gel like a giant lump of dark honey. Troy's antennae twitched eagerly, and he felt a warm tingle run down his body. It smelled delicious to his new senses, and they could feel the heat from the meat from here. "Ooh. What's all that?" he pried.

"It's ruex meat," Vank explained simply. "Their numbers are great enough that cannibalism was the smartest thing for them to do for a while. It's more of a delicacy now, but only the best for the queen." Troy's antenna drooped, suddenly less excited. "And that's royal jelly. It'll help get your body good and ready for the breeding season. Makes for good healthy eggs when they finally come squishing out of ya." Vank gave Troy a pat on his lower set of shoulders before letting the server set the table in front of him. "Trust me. You'll do great."

Transformation World: Amazons

More in the transformation storyline. This time, a mousey nerd girl finds a Halloween costume that turns her into a 7 foot amazon warrior.

"So what do you think for the Halloween party? I was looking at 'sexy Frankenstein' this year."

"The monster or the doctor?"

"I don't know. Whichever was the green one with the stitched up boobs."

Jennifer and Laurie looked over the rack of costumes. It was getting near that time of year, and there was a public advisory for people to stay in the spirit and dress up this year. With the number of unexplained transformations and cursed individuals jumping up every few months, people were starting to wise up. Respecting the holidays was high on those trendy online lists of how to avoid being "morphed," because there were a number of vengeful spirits and mythical figures who would come down to teach you the true meaning of Christmas the hard way.

"I don't know," Jen answered. She pulled out the one marked "sexy jedi" and frowned at it. She was a small and mousey girl with glasses, and it was clearly built for a taller girl with more tits than she had. "Maybe something that doesn't have 'sexy' in the title. It's pretty offensive to choose a costume just to be objectified."

"Oh my gosh, Jenny. You need to turn off for once," Laurie groaned. She was tall, blonde and pretty, so of course she had no issues with that kind of thing. Jen felt like she had a lot more to be self-conscious about. "It's one night where everyone looks doofy. Who gives a shit? Ooh, 'sexy crayon' is on sale!"

"I just don't want to put on a bikini and say it's my costume," Jen objected more mildly. "And they don't really make a lot in my size..."

"Here! Perfect!" Laurie reached into the rack and pulled out a rather simple pair of cheetah print faux-furs. They resembled something a woman in a caveman movie or a Tarzan cover would be wearing. "Primal Amazon.' See? It doesn't even say 'sexy' on it anywhere."

Jen frowned at it as she took it from Laurie. It bare the midriff a little, but it was larger than she would have expected. It would still fit, but it also covered more than a lot of the other costumes would. "Well... it does look kind of Shanna the She-Devil..."

"Is she from Tarzan?" Laurie asked with a tilt of her head.

"No, Marvel comics. Doesn't matter. I'll try it on and we'll see."

"There you go!" Laurie encouraged her as Jen went into the fitting room. They were an odd pair of friends. Laurie met Jen early in college asking for help with her homework. Jen was ready to be bullied or bribed into writing papers for her, just to find that Laurie was genuinely interested in learning and doing it for herself. Laurie was a bit of a ditz, but entirely harmless and sweet in her socially pampered kind of way.

Jen got to the changing room and stripped down to her bra and panties. When she slid on the loincloth and fur bikini, it was actually quite comfortable. It covered a lot more skin than she thought, clearly a couple sizes up from her women's small. There was a plastic clasp that painted to look gold in the front, which Jen shuffled around until it fit her waist and then snapped into place. That was apparently the trigger to whatever magic worked the amazonian loincloth.

The first thing to kick in was Jen shot up in height. Her 5-foot nothing launched a foot straight into the air, stretching her legs and midsection taller and thicker. Her arms and legs tensed up, feeling like they were being forced to flex before Jen realized they were actually growing. Her shoulder broadened and her light brown hair shifted to a stark white as it grew longer and spilled over her face. The once loose clothing tightened around her as everything about her pushed out and up, adding a muscular but huge pair of breasts to go with her bulging biceps and thick hips.

"Jeeen? You okay in th-HOLY SHIT!" Laurie came to peek past the curtain, jumping back around the time Jen stretched the last few inches to reach seven feet tall. She grunted and panted like she was struggling with a lot of pain, but it felt... thrilling. It was so intense as everything about her grew and filled with strength she'd never imagined. She looked down at one of her broad, rough hands, tanned to a dark olive color like she had spent her entire life in the jungle. She looked up at Laurie, who nearly fell over under the gaze of the newly grown amazon.

"Are you safe?" she asked, hunching down to fit under the curtain rod and stepping out with her long, silvery hair rolling over her strong, bronzed shoulders.

"J-Jen?"

"Yes," she said simply, her voice thick and rough with her new vocal chords at work. She frowned and rubbed her throat as the primitive tone rumbled through her.

"Okay, cool. Could you do me a favor and stop looking at me like that?"

"Like what?"

"You look like you're going to eat me right now." Jen looked over at a mirror, seeing her piercing green eyes showing an intensely hawk-like glare. Her eyes softened as soon as she noticed, blinking as she became more self aware of just how she looked. Her new oversized figure left a lot less covered by the costume. At least it was tanned abs and bulging boobs rather than a flat and scrawny geek girl.

"Sorry. Sorry," she said, mousey despite her deep tone. "I just put it on and it... did this."

"So take it off?" Laurie offered. Jen ducked back inside and undid the buckle to remove the loincloth.

"It's... not turning off."

"Well... I guess you've got a hell of a Halloween costume, Jenny. Not bad for twenty bucks, right?"

"Wait, that one was magic?" the clerk behind them objected. "That's not for twenty!"

"She may be a giant magic amazon, but the price sticker still says twenty. Deal with it, buddy!"

Jen left the store with Laurie to her general embarrassment, even if people on the street looked at her with the same interest as they would someone with a cute dog or a man in makeup. A glance, then ignored. Transformation was just a way of life now. Jen's great-aunt had even been turned into a bear. It just happened, for whatever reason.

Laurie had ended up settling on Sexy Non-Licensed Mermaid Princess. Partly because she liked the seashell bra, and finalized it when she saw someone else try it on and not get turned into a mermaid or a princess. "Wouldn't that have been cool, though? Turning into a princess, I mean. I bet you'd be able to just tell people what to do."

"Not as fun as it sounds," Jen grumbled as she found herself returning to her hawk-like glare.

"Oh, come on. You can open pickle jars and reach the top shelf! It can't be that bad," Laurie assured her, but Jen still seemed annoyed, at least when the predatory stare wore off. Laurie treated her to some dinner at the buffet they liked to cheer her up, which oddly did the trick. Jen walked up to the food like she owned it and people instinctively got out of her (gigantic) way. Jen came back to the table with a pile of meats that she started to noisily eat with her hands, letting some of the juices stain her long and silvery hair like blood. It was as if she was daring anyone to try to take her food while eating it as fast as possible.

"Uh... feel better?" Laurie asked as she picked at her salad.

Jen looked up and flashed her a wolfish grin. "Much better. Thanks." She grabbed a fistful of napkins to wipe off her face and hands, her expression becoming more tame as she gave a more modest smirk and rested her hand on Laurie's. "Seriously. You're a good friend."

"Well duh," Laurie laughed. She was never much of a modest type. "But you too. Now you can just be an even bigger friend. Although..." She took another bite of her salad. "It looks the occasional splurge on meat does you a lot of good."

Campus life was, surprisingly, slightly easier for Jen after the changes. Being the tallest woman at the college (only shorter than a few of the transformed boys) made getting around easier. Nobody ever bumped into her, and her legs being almost twice as long made getting across the quad was ridiculously fast. The teachers didn't mind when the tall and muscular amazon answered for Jen in class, and it sure made her presentation a lot easier since everyone was paying so much attention to the taller, louder woman's report on modern economics.

The amazon didn't have any particular influence over Jen, especially when she kept up the high-protein diet that she kept craving. Laurie suspected it was all the muscle she was burning just by being so huge and powerful, like how those fighters who go through loads of chicken breast. Jen felt like it was more like an advisor. It encouraged her to eat more meat. She instinctively looked for spots of the room she was in that were the most defensible or climbable, and it kept making her consider leaping across rooftops or scaling trees for shortcuts. It told her what made the best weapons in the room and what squirrels in the quad would make the tastiest game to hunt. It never made her do anything, but she had to brush off these new little distractions.

There were the occasional downsides. The face instinctively went into this stony glare, but making herself smile at random times seemed to shrug that off pretty easily. She had to replace her wardrobe, of course, since her sweaters now barely went past her tits. Laurie tried to help out with picking up some new outfits during the week, but she kept feeling uncomfortable. She thought it was because they were too revealing or flashy for her liking, but she soon realized it was that they were too constricting. The amazon was restless with wearing something as tight as stretch pants or even bras.

"It's like... I keep thinking this phrase when it happens. 'Amazons wear no chains. We run free."

"That's so dope," Laurie replied with a shake of her head. "You do you then, girl."

Jen had decided to tap into the amazon side a little and see what would leave her comfortable. Apparently, Jen "doing her" was a lot of loose tank tops, long skirts, and actually a stop by the fabric store to make her own loose loincloths for when she was lounging around their dorm.

It was a strange couple weeks, but she had been looking forward to that coming weekend. Despite her mousey nature, she did have a boyfriend back in her hometown. They were both active online, usually, but she had been chatting less and less. The amazon instincts got antsy around any technology more advanced than a toaster, so she found herself going on walks or catching up on her reading rather than browsing the internet.

When Trevor showed up, he was his same old self. Pale, skinny, wearing a dark hoodie. Jen had thought he was one of those edgy kids before she actually talked to him on the bus. It turned out he had just been cursed by a vampire. He wasn't even an actual vampire, he just had the same urges. Avoid the sunlight, charm women, staying pale and skinny... biting a little when he kissed. Jen had been easily charmed by him and they had been dating for a year now, despite Trevor living in her hometown and only really spending time every couple months.

"Hey, Jen," he greeted, gladly taking the hoodie off his blonde hair once he was in the room. Laurie had insisted she had something else to do so she left the room for them to be alone. "So you really weren't kidding."

"Nope," Jen said, shrugging her muscular shoulders. She had worn one of her nicer muscle shirts for his visit, a pale blue one that brought out the dark colors of her tan, and a long brown leather skirt that went to her knees. She stayed barefoot, of course, since sandals were easier to get than size 14 men's shoes. "You look good, tough."

"Oh. Yea, thanks," Trevor said dismissively as he stayed standing. "So... weird, huh?"

"A little," Jen admitted. "But it's not all bad. I've got more curves, and the girls basketball team has been asking about me."

"Really? You're not thinking of joining, right?"

"Well... yea. It's easy when I'm almost as big as the basket. And I think I'm starting to like all the exercise and competition. Better than playing a lot of Space Crafters and stalking Facebook, right?"

"Yea, I guess." Trevor kept standing as he itched his nose until Jen spoke again firmly.

"Sit!" It was a more aggressive invitation than it was a command, but Trevor swiftly sat in the chair by her bed. She didn't like the uneasy look on his face. "So... Laurie's going to be out for a while. Did you want to... y'know. Try taking the new body for a test drive?" Jen's smile came off as mousey but she really was excited. The amazon wasn't especially horny, but the prospect of having a man around who was HERS was definitely an interest it shared with Jen.

"Yea, about that... you've been sort of distant lately..." Trevor started.

Jen blinked at him for a moment as her muscles visibly tensed. "Well... yea. I'm going through a lot of changes. Junior year's been crazy, and then the costume party. Not to mention growing two feet and gaining a hundred pounds of muscle..."

"Right... and that. You're definitely not the same girl I met in high school."

"What do you mean?" Jen's meek smile dropped completely as she looked at him with concern.

"Like, you were cute in this little geeky way that I loved. It might have been the distance or that part that really needed me, but now... look at you." He gestured at her, before pausing and gesturing a lot higher so it went towards her face. "You're tall, you're confident. You told me you're hunting deer with a homemade spear..."

"I said I was THINKING about hunting SQUIRRELS," she corrected firmly. "And the spear is just a project for Creative Woodshop."

"Right. That. And I dunno. Are you not feeling this anymore either?"

The giant, silver-haired amazon bit her lip. "I don't know what you mean. I missed you..." Her heart was racing, and something was pushing at the back of her mind. The amazon was picking up something, but it was something new. She was trying to sort it out.

"Look, I'm not gonna lie to you. We were great. But I think the vampire in my liked when you were weak and vulnerable, and that was fun. Now... now you're all roided up and tan and trying out for sports... that's not you. The vampire side's just not liking it, so I don't know if I can keep-"

Jen was getting more flustered. She didn't know what to say or do, and she felt like tears were coming soon. The amazon, though... she was pounding on the walls inside her brain. She wanted something desperately. She knew something. It wasn't the urge to fight or hunt, because she knew that one. Without anything better to do, she shut her eyes and focused on the instincts.

"You're lying to me," Jen said, low and grim as the glare took over.

"Uh... what?" Trevor shifted in his seat.

"You lied. Your pulse changed and you smelled of fear when you mentioned the curse." Jen stood up to loom over him at her full height. "And you don't smell of vampire. Or curse."

"Jen, you're freaking out now..." Trevor warned, but he was visibly tensing.

"You're not even cursed! You were using that to hit on me and now you're using it to dump me!" Trevor looked terrified, but he was frozen under her glare rather than trying to run or lie his way out of it again. "You're a transform poser!? Are you SERIOUSLY so insensitive that you're going to try to break up with me because of my curse with your own made up curse!?"

"Jen, you kind of liked it when I first..."

Jen caught him by the collar of his hoodie and lifted him out of the chair. She pinned him against the wall as her muscles bulged with tensing veins. The amazon was on a rampage, and Jen was perfectly fine to let it go. She was feeling pretty satisfied to watch Trevor's (naturally) pale skin turn red as the hoodie suddenly fit too tight around his neck. The hawk eyes were staring right into him like they wanted to rip him apart.

"You listen to me, you pasty little sneak! I do NOT need you. We need no man! And you are a disgrace to your tribe if you are too cowardly to appreciate an amazon's beauty!"

"Uh... tribe?" Trevor managed to choke out.

"AT WHAT POINT DID I SOUND LIKE I WAS FINISHED!?" She boomed so loudly Trevor shut up on the spot. "I am a warrior and a woman, and you do not disrespect either of those things. The amazons wear no chains, and if you are so weak and worthless, then I have no reason to house any traitor in my den."

"I think you meant... dorm," Trevor grunted from his awkward position against the wall. Jen just opened the door and flung him out hard enough that he smacked into the far wall.

"I'll waste no more meat on you, rat-skinning runt!" Jen snapped with a stomp of her heavy foot. "Now flee and know that the next time I see you will be down the sights of my bow!" Trevor took a minute to get over his confusion at her choice of words before he blushed and scampered off. It was only then that Jen noticed a few other girls were in the halls staring at her. She cleared her throat as the original Jen took back over, the amazon seeming especially satisfied by the performance. Apparently, so was the crowd as her dorm-mates clapped and cheered for her.

Jen blushed harder and started back into her room when she saw Laurie come jogging down the hall after her. "Jen! Hey! You okay?" she asked with a wide smile on her face.

"Uh, yea," Jen mumbled, rubbing one of her powerful arms awkwardly. "I kind of broke up with Trevor. Or part of me did. I thought you were going to be busy."

"Jenny, I heard that from across campus with the 'shut thy mouth' talk!"

"Okay, I definitely didn't say that..."

"Still! Good for you! Twilight boy looked like he was having a heart attack when he went downstairs." Laurie gave her a light punch in the arm that didn't even leave a dent on Jen's muscles. "I think I like girl power Jenny better!"

Jen laughed and shrugged her muscular shoulders. "Yea, well... I think I might too." She wasn't exactly planning on letting the amazon take over very often, but she was definitely going to treat it to all the meat it could handle tonight.

Transformation World: Bimbos

Another commission about having someone's body changed in a world where transformations are surprisingly common. Might be a few of these coming, some set in the same world, since the buyer's sort of always got me on call and the stories are shorter and looser than a lot of the others.

For all that happened in James’ world, things there weren’t dangerous so much as they were mildly annoying. Compared to other situations where clashing superhumans, vengeful fairies, cursed objects, radioactive waste, and mad science would have killed most people, these things just ended up changing people in other forms. The radioactive waste made you a mutant shark instead of giving you cancer. The fairy cursed you to turn into a monkey. Getting struck by lightning made you able to talk to computers and alien technology turned you into a cyborg. Most people came out of these strange ordeals about the same. Sometimes things were even better, because you were talking to computers or an olympic-level swimmer with your shark mutations. Things just managed to work out for the better, if not the strange.

So people were more surprised than truly afraid when Plain Jane crashed through the window of his office building with her grappling hook. The supervillainess wore her usual mask of a ridiculously minimalist mask (two dots and a barely larger mouth slit). Rather than the usual spandex, she wore unflatteringly loose clothes that made it clear she had some kind of body image issues.

In case it weren't clear enough, she pulled out the canister from the cloak that went over her frumpy sweater. "You superficial sheep of America!" she shouted as she popped the cap off the cylinder. It started leaking pink gas immediately, which her mask must have shielded her from somehow. "If you want to be shallow fakes, then see how it is to be objectified yourselves! Mwahaha!"

Although Plain couldn't really sell the evil laugh that well, James was at least alert enough to bolt from the potential explosive. His boss was near the blast, snorting and shaking his head as he drank his coffee. The 50 year old man had already been turned into a 10 year old girl a few years ago, so he knew where this was going. "Had to be on a Monday," he sighed in his cute little voice before the changes kicked in.

The seemingly little grunted and fell to his knees, coughing and clutching his chest. James peered around the corner of his cubicle and watched as the flat little girl's hands were suddenly launched out by her tits that grew to the size of volleyballs. His groans became moans as he shot up another foot or so, and short red hair grew out into long gold. His dress shoes clattered beneath him as they shot up into a set of high heels, and his butt sprang out at the same time as his slacks tightened and shortened into a mini skirt. Makeup sprang across the young face just before the nose grew thin and pronounced and the painted lips blew out like balloons before slurping back into huge but at least human-sized pouty lips. He tried to stand up, just to lurch unsteadily and clatter back to the floor when the high heels proved unsteady, letting him fall onto his huge fake tits with a comically plastic bouncing noise. Mr. Bradley had gone from looking like a ditzy human Barbie doll.

"Bimbo gas!" someone screamed. Everyone started to run and panic while James stayed low. He pulled his shirt over his mouth and hid out of sight while people fled and Plain Jane left out the window as she forget them and started doing battle with The Flyin' Hawaiian outside. James couldn't even hope to enjoy the fight scene as he saw more people collapsing while they ran past him. He hoped the shirt would filter the chemicals, or the cubicle would block the flow of the air. Maybe the window would suck it back out eventually. People were reaching the doors, just to find that Jane had barricaded them from the outside.

"Oh... ohmigawd!" James watched as Carol (the chubby lady from accounting) instantly shed about 100 pounds as it rolled over her body and piled into her ass and tits like some burrowing parasite. Eli from a few seats down collapsed right into the glass top of his cubicle, moaning as his tits burst out of his button-up shirt. His new jugs spread against the glass until the fabric of his shirt wrapped back around them as a cheetah print top.

Ultimately, James learned he couldn't escape his new body. He smelled the vaguely perfumed gas as his skin itches. It turned to a tan shade all the way down his arms until his fingernails turned bubblegum pink. His hips and chest expanded as his clothes stretched to stay tight on him. They went from business casual to streetwalker in their own transformation.

"Oh mo. Oh ban..." he muttered tensely. It was James' first transformation, and he'd often worried it would hurt, but it really just felt strange. Like he was made of rubber and it was harmlessly stretching him out (like Senor Fan-Plastico). He noticed his slurred words a moment later, reaching up to feel his lips puffed out like they were either injected with something or he had been stung in the mouth by a bee. By the time his breasts stopped growing, he had to slouch forward to deal with the weight. He gave them a quick pat down, and they were definitely huge and heavy. They were like two beach balls full of lead.

James finally looked across the aisle at the next pane of glass. Looking right back at him was the reflection of another bimbo, his face done up with bright and trashy makeup that didn't come off (or even smudge) when he wiped at it. His hair was now a candy apple red like a stripper would have dyed it to be.  His shoes were now open-toed high heels, and his dainty feet with painted nails seemed perfectly angled to fit into them. He was a bonafide bimbo alright. At least they'd probably get out of work early...

"So this is another effect of the gas?" one of the police officers asked. The police were always called in on these matters. They had everyone present ID's, so they could update their records about who was turned into who. It was part of the reason that supervillains were such an issue, because if anyone went unregistered when they changed, then nobody could tell who to blame or track when Crimeosaurus went on a rampage.

"No, I've been like this for years," Mary answered, breathing another puff of her cigarette and brushing aside her emo bangs. "I made fun of some goth witches in high school so I'm permagoth. It must not be compatible with bimbo gas, or something."

James sighed as he waited in line, leaning on one desk or another while he stumbled around in his heels. He just wanted to get done with this and get home. He had to take stock of what he was working with here, and maybe get out of these damn shoes. He was glad to find that he could tug on his outfit and the clothes and shoes slipped off normally, but he couldn't go around the office naked. Besides, if he got rid of the heels, he could always go shoe shopping!

That thought didn't really stand out as odd at the moment as the next officer called him over. The policeman's exposure to whatever curse or serum was clear by the comically huge bulge in his pants that he ignored entirely. James wished he had the wits about him to do the same, because he found himself staring with his mouth open witlessly. It just ended up with him falling flat on his silicone-padding front again when the heels went off balance.

"I'm babck," James reported as he tossed his keys onto the counter and kicked off the high heels at last. He had put on his jacket for the walk home, but his chest was so much bigger now that it couldn't close all the way. All it did was zip up below his jugs and push them upward.

"Rough day at work, huh?" Sam was watching tv in the living room. She just went by Sam, and it had seemed rude for James to ask if she was always a woman with short, smooth brown hair. She was clearly under some kind of curse, as one could see just from looking at her. She was watching tv practically upside down, gracefully balanced on one leg. The other was bent up over her shoulder while she arched her back backwards, the pink leotard and tutu accentuating her every delicate muscle in the impressive stretch. As long as you gave her some room for random dancing and posing, Sam was a pretty helpful roommate.

"Yup. Terroritht gasth. Now I loog like a slud. Ugh! How am I supposhed to talk wit dese wips?!"

"Try opening your mouth wider. Talk a little slower, maybe?" Sam offered. She broke out of her stretching pose, walking casually towards James before breaking into a perfect pirouette before she reached the kitchen.

"I'm... trying. Ah. That sucks. And I'm worried about why this mouth is so big." Opening his mouth wider than he thought he could did make it easier, but he had to talk a little slower as a result. His voice had changed to this high, slightly nasally squeak, so there wasn't much of a reason not to change his speech patterns already. "How did you get used to it?"

"The cursed tights?" Sam asked naturally. Of course people had asked her about her condition before. "Well it gives me all the stamina and muscle I need..." Sam never broke eye contact as she raised a leg to rest on the countertop at a perfect horizontal bridge. "I need to eat a little more so I have the carbs for when I do... well, this. But it's not like it changed who I was on the inside. I still don't know how you pronounce a pure-olet. I'm just good at them."

"You really are good..." James muttered.

"So what about your new body? Does it get in your mind at all?" Sam went on as she went into a split. James was too used to it by now to care, but could appreciate the slender woman's build anyway. At least Sam didn't have to worry about jumbo knockers.

"I dunno. It's like, y'know..." James tried to snap his fingers, but that scraped his long nails together in an uncomfortable way. "Ow... but that! It gets into my, like, way I talk sometimes."

"Not all the time? That's good. That should be easy for you to block out once you catch on that it's there. I used to speak French when I was mad," Sam confirmed. "Is that really all?"

When Sam put it like that, it didn't seem that big a deal. "Well... I literally tripped over myself at work when I saw this sexy policeman. And I've never even looked at another guy in the locker room before. And I got excited when I learned I could go shoe shopping to replace these dumb fucking heels."

"So it sounds like more of a reflex than a compel. If you don't know what else to do, your body will try to make you do those. So can you keep an eye on yourself and make sure you don't go sucking strangers' dicks while you're not looking?"

"Oh, haha," James said with a roll of his big green eyes. "It's not that bad."

"Good." Sam popped back up to her feet (or rather balancing on the tips of her toes). "Admitting that is the first real step. You look a little different, but the people who matter will know. You want my advice?" Sam twirled around while James nod, but she still seemed to notice anyway.

"Go to your room. Get naked and just start exploring. In a couple hours, we'll go shopping for some new clothes and get some dinner. There's a whole new you that you need to explore."

James did just as she suggested. He was glad to see that the clothes came off just like the shoes. He was still a tanned, stripperific redhead with ass and tits that were way too cylindrical and huge to be real. He bounced on his toes and giggled when the booty bounced with the same unnatural elasticity of his chest. His nipples looked extra tiny on the tips of such giant breasts, but they were sensitive to the touch, especially when he used them as little handles to wobble his funbags around.

“Ohhh fug,” he moaned through his warped lips. “I hate how hot I am. I shouldn’t be able to make myself this horny, but… as long as I’m already naked.” He turned and shook his ass for the mirror again before laying back. He instinctively spread his legs out wide, as if it was some bimbo trigger to laying down on a bed.  He pulled his pussy lips apart, gently moving the soft and seemingly well-used pussy lips to get a good look at himself in the mirror. Although he’d later find that he couldn’t cut or change his hair from its carefully maintained shape, his pubic hair was always kept trim in a tiny blonde bush. He noted that this premade body was supposed to be a dye job, but he was too excited to fully drink that in.

"Ohh, fug me," James mused softly, his shadowed eyes batting as his fat lips parted. He slid a carefully hand inside of himself, feeling the hard pink nail that tease his tender new genitalia. He felt the deep but vague warmth in his groin as she fingers seemed to know just where to go on their own. With one fateful curl of his finger, he let out a high and passionate moan as he first found his clitoris. His hips lifted all the way off the bed as he gasped for air, seeming to forget how to breathe for a moment. He kept fingering himself just how his body seemed to crave, his body kept stiff and shocked as he kept hitting this unknown itch. His clit was soon hard and thick enough for him to pinch and rub on either side with the tips of his nails, teasing it while careful not to scratch himself up with his new nail job.

"Ohmigod! Ohhh, fuck!" he moaned like a porn starlet gone out of control. "Fuckmefuckmefuckeme HARRRRD!" His whiny and needy cry peaked as he crossed his legs around his hand. His big hips humped his fingers, cumming hard as he squirted thickly over his hand. He flopped back onto the bed at last as all that tension left him, his huge breasts bobbing around like balloons while his head lolled to look at the mirror. He had to snort at his ditzy expression gawking back at him. At least his hair was still perfect.

James went ahead with the rest of Sam's plan as well. After fooling around with himself a little more, they went out shopping. James wore his old hoodie, sneakers that didn't fit his feet anymore, and some loose jeans since they were the only things that did a decent job covering his new body. Bra and underwear were clearly out of the question with his humpable hips compared to his usual boxers, and the shoes were just awful. He realized that his feet were built for high heels, and while his balance was fine his toes ached and his heels felt uncomfortable to be flat on the ground. Sam waited around posing and dancing while he tried things on, and both of them caught him starting to flip out over sales and shoes. It was getting easy to look out for, so long as he kept his head on his shoulders. Still, it was clear his outfits were going to be limited. A woman at his size wore either something frumpy and concealing or skimpy and tight, so he ended up with a mix of both.

So it was the next day that James hooked on his first bra, buttoned up his tight blouse, put on a skirt that was a little too long, and slid into some comfortable but tasteful heels before heading back to work. And there... things were fine. Everyone went back to work just like him, so the office was a comical sight: stuffed full of busty bimbos and photogenic porn stars that were actually running a perfectly competent office. There weren't any cute boys to spark his instincts, and while the valley girl brain couldn't do math very well, he easily overwhelmed such anxieties with his own knowledge. It was like Sam had said. It hadn't done much to his mind, just a few old lizard brain instincts. Nothing worse than jumping at lightning or thinking there were monsters in the shadows (or in this case, wanting to buy makeup and talk in valley girl lingo).

"So how was work?" Sam asked when he got home, stretching her leg perfectly vertical while she was fixing a sandwich.

"Not that bad!" James said brightly. He smiled widely, finding that the expression thinned his lips out and made them easier to talk around. "You were right. It's pretty manageable. Mostly I just smile more and move my keyboard farther back so I can see past my tits. Other than that... progress."

"Glad to hear," Sam said as she finally lowered her leg and twirled to face James. She kissed him lightly on his big, pouty lips, feeling a tingle even through his overstuffed mouth. "To celebrate, maybe you'd like to go explore that body again? Maybe with an extra set of hands this time to really get to know it better."

"OMG," James sighed quietly as he really started thinking about how flexible his roommate was.