Strange Traveler Ch 01

Chapter One: The New Day

[Warning: Contains Scenes of Mind Break, Mind Control, and Non-Consent]

Warrant Officer Menendez was sick of this deployment. She was sick of the soldiers and their complaints, of the accountants and their whining, and especially of the scientists and their bitching. Day after day, dozens of soldiers asked her when the next shipment was coming, why it wasn't already there, or why their cargo wasn't on it. As if she had *any* control over those things.

Lonsyl was a planet only inhabited by a Galactic Federation military base. Vast jungles surrounded it, looking identical to the ones that covered the equator of the planet. The flora and fauna were used for extensive research. Most was for military application, but every now and then they'd kick something over to a more charitable organization.

Menendez walked around the landing pad with her clipboard. Two missing shipments of chemicals for laundry and a shipment of helmets they hadn't asked for. It wasn't a great start to her day. She was imagining how she would avoid the affected officers when an explosion rocked the landing pad.

Menendez dove to the ground and covered the back of her head. Debris rained down around her, but nothing bigger then a small pebble. They were no where near any known pirate locations, let alone active combat zones. What the hell was going on?

Even with her ears ringing she could hear yelling all around her. She stood up quickly. Soldiers were running towards the base. From the looks of it, the explosion had come from the jungle behind the compound, not from the compound itself. She went pale. That was where the eggheads stored chemicals, waste, and failed experiments. There was no telling what had just been blown into the atmosphere.

For the first time, Menendez thanked those stuck up safety officers that made everyone walk around with gas masks at their hips. She shouted as loud as she could for anyone around her. "MASKS ON! MASKS ON!"

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Private Tenet coughed and waved dust away from her face. Her excavator had been knocked on its side by an explosion. The system had malfunctioned, causing the claw to strike the metal barrels full of god knows what. Quickly she put her gas mask on. It was probably too late, but it was better then breathing more of whatever shit the eggheads had cooked up.

She coughed again. Her head was feeling light. Had she hit it in the fall? She tried to stand. Suddenly her body felt like it was on *fire*. The most pleasent fire in the world. Her body was boiling, each bubble popping a burst of pleasure. She fell back to the ground. Her body convulsed as the pleasure doubled, tripled, infinitely increasing beyond what she thought was physically possible.

Private Tenet's hair turned bright white with sections of black spots. Her breasts swelled, feeling tighter, and tighter, until they burst out of the front of her uniform, larger then her head. Her entire body felt plumper, curvier. She giggled. She looked so silly. It felt *good*!

Tenet stood shakily. She wasn't used to the weight of tits like these. She grabbed one, testing them and felt a shot of pleasure cut through her. "MOOOOOOOOOO!!" she moaned out from deep in her chest. Milk leaked from her nipples and she giggled. She *loved* her new silly body. Everyone needed a body like hers!

More mooing came from the dust around her. Her heart filled with joy. There were already more! She couldn't wait to meet her new friends.

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Sergeant Kelt and his squad were the first to reach the source of the explosion. Three of his men dragged fire hoses with them, and the other three brought fire extinguishers. What struck them as strange was the complete lack of flames. The smoke had a purple hue and didn't seem to give off any heat. He tightened his gas mask. How many had just died because of this incident?

A sound came from the smoke. Human voices all in unison. Kelt grimaced, thinking that they were coming from the injured. He was about to radio in for medics when the sounds became more distinct.

"oooOOOOOO!"

"mmmoooOOOOOOO!"

"MOOOOOOOOOO!"

Kelt stood frozen in confusion. They were...mooing? Was this some sort of joke? Joke or not the mooing was getting closer. He looked back at his squad. "JOHNSON, PETERS! We may have victims of some sort of psychosis! Go back and divert anyone from coming this way! We need riot gear and-"

The air was knocked out of him. Something heavy had tackled him to the ground. Before he could get a look at his attacker, his gas mask was torn. He coughed as the smoke filled his lungs. Breasts smothered his face. A voice spoke from above him, musical and sultry.

"Breath it in sweetie~ Moooo for me. Just let go and Moooooo~"

What the hell was she talking about? The woman on top of him was wearing a torn military uniform. What had happened to this soldier? He coughed out more smoke. Firey pleasure flooded his entire body. He began convulsing under the weight of the woman that held him down.

"Yesssss." She hissed. "Embrace it and Mooooo~"

Kelt's chest and crotch felt unbearably tight for a few moments. His new tits tore through the front of his uniform. His dick and testicles, grown many times over their original size, did the same out of the front of his pants. Sergeant Kelt felt her new voice shout out that wonderful sound.

"MooooOOOOOO!!"

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Menendez finished hammering the boards over the cafeteria door. Hands beat on the door for a while, but finally gave up. She wiped sweat from her brow and put her mask back on. Her radio crackled. "Male dorms exit secured!"

"Weapons storage exit secured!"

"Administration exit secured!"

Menendez sighed in relief and slid down the wall onto the floor. She had barely had enough time to evacuate the researchers into this half of the building. The other half had already been taken by...

She stood up, suddenly enraged. "What the *hell* are those things?!" She moved quickly towards the group of eggheads. Most of them stepped back in fear of the gun on her waist. A few stood their ground. The lead was an older man with a full head of gray hair. He wiped moisture from his glasses before responding.

"From the symptoms I would guess those are victims of an aggressive virus made from bovine DNA." He tried to say calmly, even as his voice shook.

Menendez grabbed him by the collar. Her other hand stayed on her gun. "What the hell was your goal when making *that*" she pointed at the door with her pistol.

He raised his shaking hands up by his head. "It was meant to be a more humane way to subdue a populace! Make them compliant and lazy while infantry took control." He took a breath. "It was far too aggressive and evolved too quickly. Proper application needed a cure to free the populace once the conflict was over. We couldn't find one and scrapped the project."

Menenedez pushed him away. He stumbled and straightened his jacket. She shook her head and spoke softly. "You're sure they're not intelligent? We're locked away from the aircraft in the hanger. We have no way of stopping them if they want to leave!"

The scientist shook his head. "They can't be, the virus was specifically made to subdue! It would need to evolve dramatically to allow for any thoughts beyond trying to contact others to spread the virus!"

Menendez looked at the door. She turned back. "I hope you're right. If they could-"

She heard the explosion just as the cafeteria door slammed into the older scientist, most likely killing him instantly. Menendez didn't look back as she grabbed scientists by their collars and dragged them towards the cafeteria exit. "MOVE!" One of the scientists in her grip fell to the floor. She was thankful she had left her mask on. Purple smoke filled the room. Scientists who had removed them were dropping to the ground. They convulsed and let out animalistic moans.

Terror gripped Menendez. She sprinted across the cafeteria. Scientists who had been smart enough to keep their masks on followed her. Slower ones were tackled by the mooing pursuers.

The exit opened and two masked soldiers pointed guns out of the exit. She waved her hands in the air. "FRIENDLIES!" If she ended up dying from friendly fire she would haunt whoever shot her for the rest of their days.

The soldiers didn't fire. Menendez dove past them. Four scientists made it with her. The soldiers opened fire. Menendez braced for gunshots, but was surprised to hear the much quieter sound of tranq darts.

Once the door had been boarded up, Menendez whipped around on her rescuers. "Where in the goddamn hell are the actual guns?!"

She could tell by the soldiers voice that he was just as angry about it as her. He still stood at attention respectfully. "Someone gave the order that they were victims of psychosis sir! Infantry prepared accordingly and were equipped with riot gear and tranq ammo. The armory was overrun before we could pivot our strategy."

Menendez nodded and waved her hand. "At ease. We just lost ninety percent of our researchers. I need to talk to Commander Raleigh."

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The improvised command center was established in the motor pool. Vehicles were pushed to the corners of the building to make room for the tables filled with communication equipment, maps of the complex, and stacks of tranq ammo.

Commander Raleigh put a hand through her frizzy auburn hair. She had been in the shower when the explosion happened. After that it had been one frantic escape to the next. At least now the battle lines had solidified. They had successfully locked themselves into half of the compound.

Raleigh looked up to see Warrant Officer Menendez rushing across the motor pool to her. She knew the look of bad news when she saw it. Menendez's salute was sloppy. So it was going to be *really* bad news then.

"The infected blew through the cafeteria entrance, resulting in the loss of most of the researchers." Menendez said quickly "We need to change our strategy, the infected can plan and counter our defenses."

Panic shot into Raleigh's stomach, but she didn't let it show on her face. "Thank you Warrant Officer Menendez. Please get a count of our resources, infantry, supplies, anything and everything that we can use."

After saluting Menendez ran off and began barking orders at lower ranked officers. Raleigh turned to her staff. "We need to make an emergency transmission. If they can think, then you bet your asses they can fly. Our first priority is making sure the Galactic Federation knows what's coming their way."

Admiral Calby shook his head. "The only comm station strong enough for that is on the other side of the complex. Just making *there* would be a miracle."

Raleigh gripped the table. "I know. It's a one way trip. But staying here is no better. At any moment they could figure out how to break through one of our lines." Her finger traced the places on the map they had blocked off. "We need to go on the attack and gain initiative. Every moment we wait the odds stack further against us."

Lieutenant Commander Nostra raised her hand. "I suggest a three pronged approach. Divide their forces. We send half of our men to the hangar, and the other half to the lab. We then send a smaller force to get to the comm station."

It made sense. Admiral Calby agreed. "If they're thinking, they'll believe we want to destroy access to the data on the bovirus. They'll also believe we want to escape. Because we do." He gave a sarcastic smile. "If we're lucky, we might get the message out *and* accomplish one of those goals."

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Admiral Calby held the door to the lab shut. It was a sliding door, and he was leaning with all his weight to keep it from opening "Goddamn it Holisk! You better tell me that data's gone within the next thirty seconds!"

The technician was frantically smashing any desktop she coukd find. Out of fifty-seven soldiers, they were the only two that had managed to reach the lab. Her hands were shaking as she stomped on another hard drive. "These *bastard's* didn't label where the fucking data was! I can't be sure until it's all gone!

Calby's fingers had been hurting for a while. "You better hope it's destroyed, I can't hang o-" his grip slipped, and he fell back. Infected hucow after infected hucow poured into the room. Half of them swarmed Calby. His clothes were torn off of him and his gas mask was tossed aside. He tried to yell, but one of the hucows shoved their tongue down his throat in a frantic kiss. They were rubbing themselves on him, sucking on any patch of skin they could reach. In just a minute, Calby was a she and was mooing in time with the crowd of hucows. His engorged cock disappeared down one of their throats.

Holisk screamed as several grabbed her arms and legs. Within a few minutes, she was happily making out with a hucow while her tits were fondled by others.

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Lieutenant Commander Nostra's team never made it close to the hangar. Their route had run directly into a mob of the infected hucows. Behind them had been another mob. Within less then a minute, they had been overrun.

Nostra didn't care. She was bouncing on a cock, mooing into the sky as it pumped inside of her. Around her the same was happening to all of her soldiers. She was so proud of them! They all had such wonderful bouncy tits, leaking sweet milk all over the floor.

*Everyone needs a body like this* she thought to herself.

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Warrant Officer Menendez and Commander Raleigh made it to the comm station. Raleigh handed Menendez the encryption key. "You make the call. Lock the doors to the building. If a group spots us, I'll pretend I was trying to get in and run away. It should buy you at least a few minutes."

Menendez nodded and took the key. She saluted. "Godspeed Commander."

Raleigh saluted back. "Well see each other again after this, one way or another."

Menendez shivered after locking the door to the station. What would it be like to lose her mind like all of the others? At this point, she was sure her and the commander were the last ones left. She sat at the console and began setting it up for transmission.

Raleigh crouched outside of the comm station's door. A long and successful career, coming to an end in the most ridiculous way possible. She had helped win wars, hunted down pirates, and now within the hour, none of that would matter.

A shout echoed from across the airfield. Raleigh stood up and began pulling on the door handle. The charade doubled as a warning for Menendez. Raleigh turned and saw ten hucows running towards her.

She bolted, running across the airstrip towards Administration. She needed to last as long as possible. The moment they caught her, they would know there was someone in the comm station.

Surprisingly, Raleigh reached the double door entrance. All of that extra weight on the chest and ass didn't exactly make them good runners. She yanked them open and ran in without looking.

Raleigh gripped over a body and rolled onto the ground. The hucows swarmed her, pinning her up against a wall. She recognize them all. The women at least. The men's faces had shifted into more feminine versions of themselves. They tore off her gas mask. She coughed as the smoke filled her lungs.

She convulsed as the pleasure flowed into her. It was amazing! Why hadn't she given in sooner? All of the stresses of her job, position, reputation, they all melted away as her tits swelled. She giggled and gave mooing a try.

"Mooooo oh that is fuuuuun~" a hucow that used to be her secretary had removed her pants, revealing a cock that made Raleigh salivate. She dropped to her knees. "But this is even mor-" Her words were cut off as the cock slid into her mouth.

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"I am Warrant Officer Esmerelda Menendez. I am the last uninfected member of the Lonsyl Research Battalion." Menendez looked out of the window. The hucows would be onto her any second now. It was terrifying, but she would make her fall into madness worth something.

"The infection that took over our base was rapid and intelligent. It came in the form of a purple smoke, but it is possible that it will come in new forms once the Federation encounters it. Attached to this transmission is the description of the bovine virus I was given by its creators."

There was banging on the door. Eventually they would find explosives to open it. It was inevitable.

"In order to give you the most amount of information, I will personally infect myself to allow observers to see the transformation in action." Her finger hovered over the button to open the air shafts. The purple smoke would flow in, sealing her fate.

She looked up at the camera. "If you see *any* ships from this Battalion, do not let them board. Do not let them land. Eliminate on sight. Or this will happen to your crew." She pressed the button to open the shafts.

She coughed as purple smoke flooded the room. She did her best to stay in the chair as the pleasure made her lose control of her body. Her brain felt like it was boiling in it. The sensation made her giggle. Her hair turned bright white with black spots. She became excited for the moment her tits grew. When they did, she happily undid her buttoned shirt to give them room. She groaned and began fingering herself for the camera. She smiled and pinched her nipple, a stream of milking shooting out of it.

"Don't you want a body like mine?"

*End of Chapter One*