As if in a lucid dream, the world around her felt fluid; she glared about the metallic, almost empty, room she was in and the walls, sturdy as they might have appeared, floated—waving slightly, reflecting a light that oughtn't to have been there.
She walked to the full body mirror and looked at herself—she was just herself, in her petite form. She ran her fingers through her long, brown hair, when she noticed, on the upper right corner of the mirror, small, red-colored letters:
Height:
161cm
Weight:
47kg
Body type:
Very Thin
Breast size:
B-cup
Hair length:
32cm
Hair color:
Brown
Eyes color:
Green
Gina averted her eyes momentarily and studied the room; only a small bunk bed in the corner, with two metal boxes underneath it, and a plain white shirt and a pair of tight baize pants sitting on it.
She was butt naked, but, the temperature of the room was just perfect; she closed her eyes and envisioned a different look for her. When she reopened her eyes, her heart beating a bit faster, a humongous man—with a defined six-pack and huge arms, as well as a flaccid prick hanging down almost to his knee—was staring back at her from inside the mirror.
She looked down and, lo and behold, the monstrous cock dangled between her legs; she examined the room from a much higher vantage point. It felt as if the whole world
belonged
to her; she was invincible.
She walked about a bit, feeling up her huge prick, which dwarfed even her own hands—even though her current hand would have easily engulfed her real head. She smiled brightly and played a bit with her prick, feeling slightly weak, when blood rushed down to the monstrosity, which grew even more.
"
Wow
," a chirpy voice announced, "
now, that's what you call fuckable!
"
"What?" Gina jumped up and glared about, seeing no one.
No response came and Gina shrugged it off, as she stroked herself to an erection with both hands. She felt up the protruding veins of the dick that could easily handicap whomever it penetrated and continued to stroke, spine-numbing shivers traversing her transformed body.
Picturing herself on her knees, worshipping her cock, she stroked faster and faster, as she sat heavily on the bed, her knees too weak to sustain the weight of her new body. Suddenly, she quivered and let out a deep moan, as the prick exploded and shot several thick loads of thick cum across the room, splattering even the door—a cannon for a prick and she leaned back on her elbows, panting, having experienced orgasm from a male point of view.
And it felt so fucking real—she thought in amazement, as she watched her still-dripping cock go flaccid.
She closed her eyes; when she reopened them, there was nothing dangling between her legs—she had to feel it up, though, to make sure of it, as her humongous breasts blocked the view.
Gina stood in front of the mirror and her plump red lips curled in a wide smile, when she noticed the tall beauty standing in the mirror. She touched and played with her breasts, that looked like two basketballs attached to her chest, and twitched her hard nipples—her stomach was rock-hard, her legs long and firm, her ass tight wonderfully heart-shaped. Her eyes bright blue and her long hair, reaching down to her ass, platinum blonde.
"
Someone
," the chirpy voice said once more, "
everyone would love to have a go at
."
"Who are you?" Gina demanded—at the same time, she was taken aback by the lightness of her own voice.
Once again, no response—Gina thought of altering her appearance again, wanting to toy a bit more with the vast opportunities available. On the other hand, she felt really comfortable in her current body, mostly because she loved the vast contrast to her real body.
Hence, she put on the plain clothes that still lay on the bed—the shirt barely containing her MM-cup breasts, her nipples seemingly trying to pierce through the fabric.
Inside the two metal boxes, she found a small handgun, which she reluctantly placed in the holster of her belt, and a backpack, which she wore.
For a moment, she remained in front of the mirror, staring at her new self and pondering on last minute changes—her huge breasts were weighing her down and had already begun taking a toll on her back. And yet, she rejected the idea of decreasing their size—despite the slight discomfort they caused, as well as how they blocked her view, she enjoyed the sight of herself with such huge endorsements.
And thus, she opened the small door and stepped into a vast hallway; she gasped, when she directed her gaze upwards and witnessed the infinity of space through the glass rooftop—for a moment, she remained perfectly still, taking in, in sheer astonishment, the imposing sight of the scattered stars decorating the pitch-dark sky and the occasional space ship coming into, or out of, orbit.
Still feeling completely lost, she followed the narrow hallway, wondering where exactly she was—and what she was supposed to do next.
When she walked past a small open door, at first she heeded no attention to it; however, she stopped and looked back, noticing the sign over the door: "vendor".
Curious, and hopeful she'd get some much-needed answers, she entered the small room covered in shelves and items she never before had encountered.
"Hello there!" The smiling monster from behind the counter greeted her. "How may I help you?"
Gina stared aghast at the nearly 9-foot creature with the humanoid body and crocodile-esque face; its eyes narrow and yellow, its mouth protruding (and its smile revealing three lines of razor-sharp teeth). Its arms nearly the size of her body and it was wearing nothing but a piece of cloth wrapped around its waist, reaching down to its knees.
"Hi," she mumbled, petrified, from the doorstep.
"Don't worry," the monster motioned her to come nearer, "I'm not gonna hurt you. So, would you like supplies?"
"I don't...know," Gina said. "I guess, but..."
"Oh," the monster guffawed, "you're
new
around here, huh? Well, then you
certainly
need supplies. That little toy-gun you have there won't do much good, if you're planning on venturing outside the station."
"Where exactly am I?" She asked—it was with a certain pride, she noticed the monster's eyes glued on her bosom.
"You're on station Tau; arguably, one of the most peaceful stations in the system. It began as an experiment; a way to see if different races and species can co-exist in such confined spaces, without murdering each other.
"So far, so good," the monster winked and its smirk widened even further, its long, slimy tongue licking its teeth. "Of course, outside the station, things are vastly different; bands of rogues search for artifacts, wild creatures roam freely, and primitive, native tribes are capturing and enslaving whomever they can find—to what purposes, I cannot tell, but...
"Never mind," the creature clasped its hands together. "So, are you here to buy?"
"Hum...sure, but...what do you have?"
"Oh, a plethora of
everything
you'll need to survive! Clothing-wise," the creature walked out of the counter and began picking items up from the shelves, "I've got armor that'll protect you from gun-fire, claws, teeth,
everything
! Or, if you're interested, I've got clothing that'll make your enemies lose their mind, make them too lustful to fight, and give you a chance either to run, or take advantage of them!
"Your choice," the creature held two pieces of clothing—one was a leather armor, the other an outfit consisting of a semi-transparent bra and an all too short tight skirt. "In the end, it all comes down to how
you
want to play the game.
"Now," the creature continued, putting the outfits back on the shelves, "I've also plenty of guns to choose from—from tasers to rifles to handheld cannons.
"Again, it's your choice; pick something that will tame and neutralize, or, something that can pulverize an entire city."
"How about payment?" Gina asked, while inspecting the impressive variety of weapons hanging on the wall.
"Obviously, you can pay with credits; if you want, though, you can also pay with gems. Although," the creature's voice turned stern, "you better have something rare, if you want good quality purchases."
"What if I've got neither?"