Hey everybody, this chapter has a lot of notes on the culture of the lost world, as well as some explanation for why the world is the way it is... but don't worry, there's still plenty of sex, because, well, this is me, right? Would love to hear all feedback, questions and comments, ideally sent to my e-mail via the information in my profile page. If you do wish to comment here, please don't do so anonymously if you want an answer. I hope you all enjoy!
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It was a big step for me to admit that my transformation was complete, but once I had, it made the succeeding days a pleasant blur. I left behind all pretense of Virtue, and all concern for ever leaving this tribe let alone the whole planet. While I wasn't strictly researching any longer, I still made endless new observations about the tribe.
For one thing, how ancient they were was a bit of a shock. They kept time on a flat section of canyon wall; it was tradition for a single man or woman to come and carve a single notch in it each new year's morning. It took me a long time just to count one row and one column so I could multiply the total and I'm certain my count couldn't have been quite correct, but even at my most conservative estimate there were just thousands upon thousands of years added up.
What was more extraordinary to me, and would seem to make a lie of all talk of Virtue and Vice, was that these were a people that had never known war. I was taught growing up that emotion was the heart of war, that people's capacity for anger and jealousy and lusty would cause them to fly off the handle in ways that escalated bigger and bigger, resulting in mass conflict between groups of people.
But in all their history, according to every elder I could find, there had been no such struggle. I began to evolve a theory of my own; what if war wasn't the result of emotion, but rather, limited resources? The Salinthi- sorry, Arosians, were without need for competition. The plants of this world grew fruit so aggressively the people could never have hoped to keep up eating as fast as they could. On top of that, sperm and pussy juice seemed to make up a majority of the protein needed for diet and my previous analysis showing that both were much higher in protein than would be found in off-worlders it stood to reason that it was enough to live on, especially with the sexual appetites the tribe exhibited. Rij, Nila and I fucked no less than 4-to-6 times daily, and that's to say nothing of when they introduced me to one of their holidays during which we engaged in literally nonstop coitus from sun-up to sun-down.
Apparently, Rij failing to maintain erection or produce at least one orgasm every hour would have been an insult to Aros, so Nila and I had work diligently to keep him aroused and cumming. We were legitimately exhausted by nightfall, but felt proud of a job, and a man, well done. Did I mention I found humor too? It seemed freeing one emotion tended to bring the others along for the ride and now I couldn't seem to resist lewd jokes, puns, anything I could get my mind around to giggle about.
Another curious thing about the Arosians was their approach to death. Given the amazing length of their lives (as long as three hundred years in some cases) and the fact that they stayed unbelievably virile and youthful-looking for that whole time, you would think that each death would be a shocking and terrible thing, but it was not the case. When one of their number happened to pass they held a huge town-wide orgy, particularly focused on whatever acts or techniques the departed enjoyed the most, and then life simply went on. At first this horrified me, but with time and thought I saw the beauty in it; of all the people in history who would claim to want to make memorials a celebration of life, the Arosians were the only ones I'd seen who truly did exactly that.
Children were few; I could not exactly piece that one together. I never saw any below the age of 18 in my time exploring, but what was absolutely clear was that they were forbidden from sexual acts of any kind. Adults would herd them away from whatever acts might take place in their vicinity. Psychologically at least, it made sense.
Beyond an age cut-off, there seemed almost nothing taboo to the people of Aros. While Rij and Nila were married, a bond that would last for life, it seemed to carry no expectation of fidelity. In fact, I found in time that Arosians chose their partners based on whomever sex was the most comfortable and came the most naturally. They would encourage one another, even to the point of physical pushing, to get involved with others sexually for excitement. It was a given that others would excite and entice members of a married couple, so there was no fight to keep anything exclusive, the taboos of infidelity and cuckoldry simply didn't exist. These were a people who seemed to dwell in perfect compersion at all times.
There was no taboo about incest either. Sons would regularly pilgrimage back to their mothers, revisiting the vaginas they came from, brothers and sisters would revel in one another's bodies once age of majority was reached, and they would marry regularly. Daddies ,daughters, aunts nephews, uncles-nieces , there was simply nothing off-limits. As horrified as humans of the past might be at this prospect, I could see the logic in it. These were a people who did not seem to know sickness or deformity; in fact I had yet to see any women at all who were even pregnant, so however they were reproducing it wasn't in a way that could be corrupted on the genetic level. There was quite literally no harm.
Another thing that made sense about the lack of these particular taboos was the seeming lack of males. Women outnumbered them by at least two-to-one and this had the understandable result of the tribe needing to find ways to satisfy those men without expecting all of them to be paired off in monogamous marriage. On top of that, I caught women sexually playing more than a few times, they rarely seemed to pair off permanently, but seemed to enjoy learning to work sexually as a couple for the purpose of further gratifying an eventual male target.
Lastly, with the exception of halting or moving for those too young, the Arosians had no sense of privacy. They freely wandered into one another's dwellings, watched each other fuck, jerked off to it, and generally did not believe in concepts such as personal space or shyness. I had to laugh at myself for thinking early on that those trios and couples I'd witnessed coming to the lack for sex were doing so to seek privacy. The truth, it turned out, was exactly the opposite. That was an echoey, loud place, magnifying the enjoyment of those fucking who could revel in their own sex noises AND it served as a beacon for those men enduring the Year Walk, welcoming them whenever they happened to reach home. More on that later.
It had been two weeks total since I'd crashed on the planet. My anatomy was completely changed, my facial features softer, my eyes a deeper sapphire color, my breasts finally capping out their insane growth at an insane HH cup, my ass an impressive forty inches around, it looked especially round and luscious beneath my waspish 26-inch waist. My lips had plumped up into pillowy instruments of dick-sucking, my tongue could probe deep or even wrap around a cock at its astounding new length. I spent my mornings sucking cock, my afternoons exploring others while they fucked, and my evenings getting absolutely destroyed sexually until I'd collapse in a weary heap. Great philosophers have written about how any pleasure becomes muted when repeated, yet I could find no truth to these axioms as I was transformed into a well-spring of fountaining cunt-juice every single night. Somehow, that never gets old.
It was in the height of ecstasy one night as my hands were pawing at Nila's (now smaller-than-mine) tits, as Rij was giving it to me good from behind, as I devoured her sex, grinding my face into it from the impact of every deep huge-cocked fuck-thrust, as all these things happened I had an oh shit realization:
I'd totally forgotten poor David!
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The trek back to the pod was much easier than I remembered it being, but then I remembered how much I'd changed physically. While mostly the Arosian transformative effect had made me into a hyper-curvaceous boob-monster, it had also graced me with larger muscles, an increased lung-capacity and possibly even an inch or two of height, all of which added up to much more endurance in the face of long-term travel.
When I reached the pod I started by peaking in one of the portholes... I was feeling worry, something which had not penetrated my life since I was a very small child and it took me surprisingly hard. I had experienced so little emotion in my life I had no endurance for any of it, and now living in this virtual utopia it seemed unlikely I would ever have the time to build a true tolerance.
But thankfully, my worries were indeed totally unfounded; there David slept, oxygen-mask connected to his face, intravenous nutrition being fed into one of his arms. I opened the craft up and took a moment to check the various monitors and vital-sign displays.
A few things were curious to me. For one thing, David was seemingly untouched by the transformative effects of the planet, he was just much slighter than I remembered; had I ever been so small? So frail? So pale? His appearance was downright alien after just a few hundred hours dwelling among men who were solidly built, bulky with muscle, and oh-so-well-endowed. Unable to fight the urge I even used a hand to frame his genitals in his single-suit and couldn't help but snicker a little; how could such a teeny-tiny penis be of any use to anyone? But then it hadn't been, and I couldn't sit in judgment, I'd started my time here as flat-chested as a view-screen.
The second thing that was odd to me was the ship's filters were massively clogged. While the nutrition synthesizer had managed to extract what it needed to furnish David with protein and carbohydrates while he slept, it had done so besieged by a fine aggregate substance that accumulated in a dense clot all over the filtration system. I pinched some of it between my fingers and let it pour from my hand with sand; to a xenobotanist like myself the texture was unmistakable, this was pollen!
Suddenly everything about the world clicked into place for me and I knew the answers I'd been searching for. I pulled David from the capsule, finding him surprisingly light though still an effort to full-on carry and laid him down, letting him breath in the true Arosian atmosphere as he woke. After a time, his eyes finally fluttered open.
"Ngh... whuh? Where am I?" It was a reasonable question.
"Hi David, you're still on Aros--Erm, Salinth." My eyes traveled his frame, I couldn't get over how puny he was.
"Oh, right, of course. Forgive me, the stasis must not have been short, I'm disoriented." His eyes didn't seem to know where to find purchase on me, they were growing increasingly baffled as they roamed my slightly changed face and then grew wide in shock at the sight of my humongous rack, settling there a moment. In his suit I could see the impression of a very small penis shifting a bit, and I couldn't help but smirk.
