Colonization Bureau: Pallas Iv

(Features: Transformation, femdom, temporary mindbreak, handjob, machine, anal, breeding, injection)

A new life on the outer colonies. That's what the sign said at least. To be honest, any life would be better than this one. Years of paying off debt, and dead end jobs. You had so much potential, they said, but potential and aptitude scores didn't matter as much as nepotism and old money. And so here you were, in a medical gown, sitting in a silly reclining chair, waiting to be cleared for a one way trip to the stars.

Things seemed simple enough to start with. A long list of surveys and aptitude tests, not much different from any other job, but at least this one didn't have you trying to scrap together a reason for floating from one job to another. That didn't matter to the Colonization Bureau.

Still, the decontamination had been a little more thorough than you anticipated, cleaning you inside and out, but you suppose it needed to be to keep any wayward germs out of the colonies. And a nurse had already been in to give you an initial nanite shot. You couldn't help but rub at the injection site on your shoulder, it had strung briefly, but no more so than your yearly booster shots.

The doors to the small medical unit slid open and a woman walked in and you couldn't help but gasp. Dark flowing hair, and brilliant amber eyes that seemed to reflect light, her heart shaped face framed by fire engine-red rimmed tinted cateye glasses, the same color of her lips. She was wearing a form fitting gray suit jacket over a white blouse that struggled valiantly to remain closed against her straining endowments. A black pencil skirt completed the outfit, showing a tantalizing glimpse of flesh before dark stocking concealed the rest.

Your tongue felt thick in your mouth as you struggled to introduce yourself. "I-I'm-"

"The supplicant?" she said, and her words were like honey.

"Supplicant?" You croaked.

"Yes, the Applicant. Just like I said." she smiled, and you could see her eyes boring into you. You couldn't help but lean forward, trying to hide the biological reaction that watching her sit down across from you was having. A medical gown could only hide so much. "I'm Surana, I'll be your liaison and guide through the process. We used to let the AI guide people through," she leaned forward and you caught a glimpse of black lace as the blouse shifted across her chest. "But we've found that some applicants do better with a personal touch."

"My name is-"

"Oh, don't worry about that now." she said, crossing her legs as you struggled to keep your eyes on her face. Long, smooth legs that the black stockings only served to enhance. "We find that many of our applicants end up changing their name once the adjustments are complete."

"The adjustments, I've heard about them, but-" you stammer. There was a list of questions you were going to ask, but they vanished in your mind as your eyes traced the rise and fall of her chest as she took a breath to respond.

"Yes, life in the new colonies is often not compatible with baseline human life. The nanite swarm that we injected should already be hard at work. Our AI Metis not only decides where you would be most suitable, but what form would help you to thrive there according to the surveys that you filled out." You couldn't help but notice the emphasis she put on the word thrive.

"Yes," It was getting hard to hide the bulge tenting up the medical gown now, and you shifted a little more, but can see that Surana wasn't even trying to hide a smirk and you could feel a warm blush spread across your face. The shifting fabric sent a shiver through you but you rally, swallowing and continuing before your train of thought faded completely away. "I think I did well on it. It said that I was highly motivated and lacked fulfilling work in my current job."

Surana licked her ruby red lips, and you blinked, for a second it almost looked like she had two tongues. She picked up a tablet that was resting on the armrest and glanced down, "There's no doing well or poorly on the test. It finds what is best suited for you. But yes, I do see that your psychological profile shows an aptitude for filling work. And an excellent level of mental pliability."

Was it filling work and not fulfilling? Thinking back it might have been, but you had thought that just a typo on the sheet. "Does the treatment change your mind as well?" The warmth of the blush isn't going away, even as you try and distract her. Something shifts in your guts, not unpleasant but you wonder if that nutrient and sterilization fluid they had you drink really agreed with you.

"Not really." Surana smiles and stands. "Colonial life is incredibly close quarters so it removes some of the more toxic societal blocks that we tend to build up living here. Certain taboos and inhibitions that...shall we say, no longer apply once we escape a repressive society like this one. There's a little adjustment period at the beginning as it adjusts your hormonal balance, but it mostly adds a little resilience and plasticity to your mental baseline, but you'll still be you sweetie, I can attest to that." She shrugs off her suit jacket and her sleeveless blouse reveals arms covered with the most beautiful shimmering iridescent patterns. At one time it may have seemed odd for her to start removing clothing, but right now it was the most natural thing in the world, and you wondered if she'd mind if you removed your hospital gown.

"Are those tattoos?" You ask, your tongue feels thick in your mouth, and you lift your arm to wipe away what feels like a bit of drool from your lips.

"Scales actually." Surana offers one of her arms to you and you can't help but reach out and touch it, soft and smooth, and surprisingly warm. You can feel muscle moving under them, strength. "You see, I'm not only a guide here, I've gone through the process myself. Sometimes we like to come back, and guide the new ones through the transformation into their best selves."

You can't help but whimper, yes, please, yes. You feel yourself leaning forward, lips open-tongue seeking to suck on those fingers in front of you, to let them fill your empty mouth, You guide her well manicured hand to your lips, where she lazily swirls a warm finger around your tongue as you lean forward. They are warm and soft and you can't help but notice that you'd been drooling as she slides them around.

"It's okay, you're doing very well, little one. Metis says that you're taking to the treatment amazingly well. Very few start to convert this fast." Surana pulls her fingers out of your mouth and then reaches forward, her arm sliding through your hands and pushes your head back against the reclining chair, ruffling your hair. You hold stock still as electric tingles radiate down your spine from where she's patting you, petting you. There's a burning furnace of need in your crotch, and a strange tingling sensation, but it's hard to focus with her hand entwined in your hair.

"Is it getting hot in here?" You slur out as she takes your unresisting limbs and pushes them flat against arm and leg rests on the chair, smooth leather over warm pliable skin. There's a faint hiss as restraints emerge, automatically enclosing your wrists and ankles.

"Colder actually. The nanites are rearranging the fat deposits under your skin, and burning quite a few calories to do so. You're headed to Pallas IV, a quaint little place. Lots of ice and tundra, but according to reports, they have auroras during their dark season to die for, and the colony has been working on seeding alpine plants in the habitable zone. You'll like it there." Surana paused for a moment, making sure that your arms and legs were safe and secure to the chair. "And I bet that they'll love you there little toy." Her golden eyes seem to glow like the moon on a clear night and you realize that her glasses are gone. Little toy? Somehow it just felt right, better than your old name, if you could even remember it right now.

"What happened to your glasses?" you ask, utterly and completely relaxed, well, except for one part of you. You can feel her pull off your medical gown, the fabric rubbing across your engorged cock like a rough tongue, across your chest like silken fingertips. Your skin feels more sensitive now, a side effect of the nanites?

"They were protecting my eyes from the light. I'm adapted to low light worlds." Surana pauses as you whine, arching your back, hoping for more stimulation. You look down and gasp at what you see. You had always been a little on the soft side, and have had love handles since you were a teenager, but they're gone now, your stomach like one of those after pictures in a weight loss commercial.

With the gown removed you can see twin mounds of your breasts standing proudly, nipples erect to the air. What had once been flat would now overflow the palms of your hands. Sensitive to the light brush of the air currents, needing to be touched, needing to be squeezed.

"And so are you." Surana continued, almost purring beside you. "Metis has been lowering the lights since I came in here. I bet you didn't even notice, did you pet? Low light vision for the month long nights, strengthened bones, prehensile toes, control over your fertility and pheromones, according to Metis you'll have a nice warm coat of fur in about two weeks-"

"Puh-puh-pleaseee." You gasp, back arched against the frame of the bed futilely humping the air has her hand hovers over your crotch, tantalizingly just out of reach. She's still listing things, but right now, it was beginning to be hard to think, trying to form coherent thoughts. All that you could feel was a burning need, a cloud of lust that had settled over your entire form.

"Metis is telling me that you're a little-" Surana pauses, lips pursed as she taps at the head of your cock with one finger for emphasis and it sends a shock wave through you. "Too distracted to pay attention. I suppose we'll have to fix that." Each little touch is electric and you strain for more, a high whine escapes your lips as her hand encompasses your shaft, the palm first sliding like silk over your head, then transitioning to slowly stroking, releasing when you attempt to thrust. "Easy now, your test scores showed you could be obedient, you want to show me how good you can be?"

"Yesss." The word tumbles out of your mouth and all you can feel is her soft hand stroking you, caressing you. Even trying to hold still your back is arched, like a spring ready to unleash. Surana stops and you whimper, begging for her to continue, before her hand trails down your shaft, caressing down, lower. Her fingertips drag down slowly to where your balls are-no, where your balls were, and she slips a finger into you, into a needy hole that didn't exist before you came into the office. As she does it feels lightning lances through your body, you can feel your cock contracting, pulsing as jets of cum land across Surana's face, her blouse, her skirt.

"Messy." she sighs, pulling her wet fingers from your new cunt, before wiping her face and sticking them in her mouth, sucking for a moment, her eyes closed in quiet ecstasy. "Metis does a lovely job on the taste though." You can see your dick, slowly softening, still twitching in time with your racing heartbeat, releasing only dribbles of cum now, a hot, wet pool forming at your crotch that alights every nerve anew as it rolls down your side. A new feeling is overcoming you, an emptiness, a hunger that gnaws at the very core of your being.

"As you can see. It's a benefit to low population words to have...versatile bodies." You can only watch as Surana starts to unbutton her blouse, the fabric falling away to reveal her heavy breasts, held back by a black lace bra. The scales stop around her shoulders, leaving her creamy skin exposed. Surana parts her skirt at the side, and it falls into her hands. She lays it carefully over her blouse on the chair. She's not wearing any underwear under her skirt, and her hands caress hairless skin as a formidable cock begins to emerge from between her legs. All you want to do is suck on it, drink from it, feel its heft and weight against your face, inside of you, filling the empty neediness that has grown stronger every second you've waited here.

"I came at it from the opposite direction, but it didn't take me long to get used to this." Surana chuckles, low and throaty as you watch a drop of precum fall from her heavy cock. "Small colonies like Pallas tend to have problems with genetic diversity, so we like to give them a head start and make sure that all new immigrants have a little genetic material packed within them on the ride over."

"Fuck" You gasp. "Need-" you're panting now, "fill-" your heart sounds in your head, persistent drumbeat that only you can hear, "breed!"

"At a loss for words little thing?" Surana does something with the armrest of the chair and your feet are free, but something cold and slick presses against your backside. Some sort of mechanical probe has emerged from the chair, pressing against your rear, pulsing, massaging your asshole as it slowly stretches it open. You moan and Surana reaches down, guiding it in as the chair begins to fuck you.

"You're burning a lot of calories from the nanite swarm rearranging you, usually it doesn't work so well, but you're an especially susceptible candidate. Relax, the next dose of nanites and nutrients is coming, you should enjoy it. I remember that I did." She leans forward and kisses you on the mouth, your lips part eagerly, and her tongue, split down the middle like a snake's, curls around yours, the taste of yourself mingled with her spit is like the sweetest ambrosia. You swallow, trying to lap up the flavor of her all at once.

It ends all too suddenly as she pulls back, a single trail of saliva dripping from her lips to yours as her hair brushes against your suddenly sensitive chest. The pressure in your rear finally breaks through and you cry out, whimpering, open mouthed in wordless ecstasy. It begins pumping, already lubricated it is sliding in and out with almost no friction. You gasp as it hits your pleasure button and you nearly blank out from the sensation. But you're only partly full, and you look down to see her smiling, one hand idly caressing your chest, the other stroking her cock. How she concealed it underneath that dress you aren't sure, but it has grown to full stature, and she smiled, perfectly white, sharp teeth flashing in the dim light, red lips like a portal to heaven, or hell.

"Anything you like?"

"Breed." you whimper, why isn't she in you now, why isn't she filling you to the brim, why isn't she pressing against you, stretching you open?

"Needy little thing aren't you." She smiles, one hand cupping around your folds, where it feels like a furnace has been created. Even that light touch sends shockwaves through your body. "Be a good boy and ask nicely...pet."

"Please-" You moan. Desperate as you feel something warm being pumped into your backside. "Please breed me!"

Surana's hand on your chest tightens, and she twists softly but firmly on your newfound breast, you feel a wetness dripping down your thighs as she lines up. The head of her cock presses into you and it feels so good, filling the empty spaces as she begins to thrust. Slow pumps that begin to open you up, sensations that you have only dreamed of in your deepest fantasies as her cock presses against your new vagina, filling you like nothing else has before. You rock back against her legs, and your feet, suddenly more flexible than you recall push against her bare backside, trying to pull her in closer. Her hair swings across her vision as she thrusts, tantalizingly scraping against your skin, and her breasts swing hypnotically before you, barely held by the black lace of her bra.

One of her hands runs through your messy hair, pulling on it, using it as a handhold as she pumps in and out of you, your half erect cock, trapped between the two of you, smacking your own flesh and hers. You're sure that they could hear your moans the block over, but she doesn't stop, even as an orgasm flows through you, pulsing, muscles contracting, toes curling against soft flesh and then going limp as she fucks you through the waves of pleasure. Finally she lets out a savage snarl, and you feel warmth flooding your cunt, her cock pulsing against your clenching muscles.

She and the machine pull out at the same time, and you can feel cool air against your open holes, both stretched and gaping. Surana looks down at you, sweat glistens from her body and her cock is slick with your combined juices. She dips one finger into you, and you moan, spent but still needy she pulls it back and gives it a long languid lick. Your body lies limp against the chair, muscles utterly and completely spent from straining against the restraints.

"I do so love my job." She pauses, split tongue slowly circling around ruby red lips. "I hate to give you up, but they are going to love you out there little thing." She kisses you again and you savor it, like a fine vintage, burning it into your memory as her long, dexterous tongue fights with yours for dominance.

Your eyes start to flicker, the warm fluid in your belly that the machine injected is somehow calming, warming your spent body. If this was what you had to look forward to, your only regret is not signing up years ago.