Where No Man Has Gone Before

SUMMARY: This story in an original work, I wrote a story just to stretch
my creative muscles. We all know aliens are ugly gray skinny dudes
without any sexuality at all. Don't we?

WARNINGS: Contains transgender themes, Sci-Fi, explicit sex, mild
violence, bad words, and virtually no plot. It has only the strange things
that dribble from my head. If you are not legally, allowed to view such a
story, don't! All aliens and characters in this story are factious.

Permission is hereby given to archive this story on any site so long as
this disclaimer is, attached, no fee is charged and I am credited as the
author.

Where No Man Has Gone Before

By Wholeman

I write this with the faint hope that some day, some way, I can
send it to the men of Earth. (Maybe via the Internet?)

It's been over a year now since that night... I had been driving
later that night than usual for me. You see I'm just a single, middle-aged
guy who's good at fixing stuff. I had gotten a job repairing industrial
equipment, although it kept me on the road most of the time I received a
fair amount of gratification knowing when I'm done things work, as they
should.

The only major drawback is 'on the road' doesn't leave much time
for a personal life.

Where was I... oh yes, let's get back to the driving. I was about
100 miles outside Kemmerer, Wyoming. On one of those moonless
nights when even, your 'Brights' don't seem able to cut the darkness. Oh
sure, every once in a while you could see some lit up areas way off in the
distance. However, I didn't even run into other traffic, at least not for a
Hell of a long time.

I looked out the window to my left and saw what looked like
marker lights from a Cessna. To tell the truth I was kind of glad for the
company. Even though I knew it wouldn't last too long (With him going
about 170 knots and me going 65 mph.). I looked again and it seemed
we would have intersecting courses. He'd probably go right over top of
me. I thought, 'cool, maybe he'll get close enough for me to garner which
model' (Damn I'm stupid.).

No way, that thing was a Cessna. Whoa was it fast! That sucker
was overhead in a heartbeat! I looked out the window on the other side
of the van but I couldn't see it keep going. Either it presented an aspect,
which hid the marker lights or it made a drastic course correction right
over me? No way it could have stopped. (Wrong!)

The van's engine died and the headlights went out. As I rolled to a
stop, the van was, enveloped in pink light. Don't laugh. I swear it was
pink!

Then my lights went out too.

**********

When I came to, and could finally focus my eyes, you guessed it. I
was in a pink room, naked, strapped to a weird lounge chair, with the
exception that it resembled those stirrup things for women in the
doctor's office, although this was way more comfortable, form fitting,
supporting my body everywhere it felt like it hugged me? The other
difference was I was quite securely strapped in.

I couldn't see much except what looked like cabinets with a
counter top along one wall.

"I'll be with you in a minute," came a very sexy disembodied ladies
voice.

Weird? You cannot imagine! My mind began to rush around
trying to come up with a possible explanation. The best one I could
manufacture was maybe that lunatic in the airplane crashed into me and
the closest hospital was an upscale gynecological facility for the rich and
famous, out in the wilderness to keep private, what was private. That
was wishful thinking on my part and quite imaginative, even if I do say
so myself.

No sooner did I come up with that wild story, when into my field of
vision walks quite assuredly the most beautiful woman I had ever laid
eyes on (And yes, that includes models and porn stars.). Wavy Scarlet
hair, beautiful green eyes, thin perky nose, full lush lips, sort of a cross
between Jenna Jameson and Tracy Lords, and with a look of concern on
her face that was bewildering.

She began to speak, and man, it was just like an old Godzilla
movie. Her lips didn't synchronize to the words I was hearing.

I'm thinking, 'Great now I'm dreaming in "B" movie!'

Anyway I hear, "Hello, my name is Sa' Indie." (I guess her name
didn't translate because her name synchronized up with her lips.)

"I'm sure you have a million questions, but unfortunately I have
very little time that I can be gone from piloting my ship right now. So for
now no questions, just listen," said Sa' Indie.

Me being in a rather disadvantaged position, I discreetly refrained
from speaking.

She went on, "I am from Girl World (Translators can be so literal.
Actually more like "Lesbian Lover's World."). Your backward planet's
populated by humans due to the result of a crash landing of a ship
belonging to one of the many planets settled by our species long ago
(There goes that Ape theory.). Galactic law allows for the 'rescue' of a
limited amount of castaways from such worlds who, after working off the
cost of their rescue by indentured servitude will be allow citizenship on
whatever world invests in their rescue. The limits allow for only a certain
amount of females and a certain amount of males. Unfortunately for
you, the limit for females has already been reached, and on our world no
men are allowed."

My mind races ahead and I'm thinking, 'good I get thrown back'!
Then another mental jump, 'course she could always 'space' me and
naked as I was I felt certain I was not dressed for this kind of weather.

She continues, "There is a tremendous demand for servants at
this time, which makes it worthwhile for the additional expenditure of
using certain bio-engineered devices to correct your deficiencies."

Whereupon she turns around and picks up something about the
size of a baby pig, but looks like a short pudgy worm, with the exception,
it has a mouth. She pets it and I can see it moving worm like. She
walks over to me, (Who-boy is she a fox.) and she sets the damn thing
down on the lounge chair right behind my butt.

With this she says, "I have to go pilot now, but I'll try to describe
to you what's about to happen while I'm at the controls."

"You may be wondering why you are not more concerned or
frightened, than you think you should be. Before you awakened you
were given a mild euphoric."

I'm thinking, 'Oh well, that explains my cool James Bond like
attitude.' (Obviously, I was, pretty hammered.)

She goes on, "My little pet there is a Bio-engineered life form."

Now I've been watching that thing, cause it seem to have been
inching it's way towards my ass.

"It lives solely to bond with another life form," now I'm worried
cause it's inching up my butt, "In a moment you will be in total ecstasy.
You're about to be fellatio-ed straight to heaven."

Okay, now this thing is sucking my cock. It's playing with my
balls. Let me tell you, I'd put every streetwalker in the world out of
business with enough of these things. Oh my god! Good thing I was on
that euphoric or I'd be singing show tunes.

"Now comes the interesting part. In a moment, you will ejaculate,
(If I last that long...) whereupon my pet there will quite painlessly insert a
tube down your penis, right into your testicles. Your prostrate can't
pinch shut and block the flow of sperm. It will then release a painkiller,
numbing your testicles, and then quite literally suck your balls flat. She
will need it for energy and their presence, supplying testosterone to your
body, would only fight what she will be doing."

Now there's good news?

"Don't you worry though, she's going to take good care of you.
She's going to grow right into your body between your legs. You see the
greater part of her body is made-up of all the human female reproductive
organs, uterus, ovaries, vagina, labia, muscles, glands, and a clitoris.
Then with a little bit of DNA re-sequencing she will give them all to you,
woven into your body as if you were born with them. While your nervous
and vascular systems are bonded, she will make many changes in you
while you sleep. You are so lucky! When you wake up, my pet will no
longer exist as a separate organism, she'll be your cunt."

"Oh god, oh god, oh god," I'm the Energizer Bunny of ejaculation!
My brain overloads, my eyes roll up into my head, my toes curled so
tightly they hurt, and then it's lights out. (But what a way to go.)

**********

My eyes open on the face of an angel, "I was beginning to be
concerned. You were out quite a while."

Her lips are moving, her voice synchronized with them, she is not
speaking English, but now I understand her? Must be part of those
'many changes.'

I say groggily, "Did you grow while I was asleep?" What in the hell
is wrong with my voice? I'm making weird sounds like her, and talking
as if I've been breathing helium.

She giggles (that's right, she giggled), "No silly, you shrank."

"At least my eyes are still working," I answered because I always
try to look at the bright side of things.

She giggled again, "How are you feeling?"

"Not bad all things considered. You didn't by any chance get the
license of the truck did you?" (Sorry, I was, still a bit traumatized.)

"Oh, you are just precious," and then she gives me a big kiss.

I try to think... 'Does insanity run in my family?' For the life of
me, I couldn't think of any.

"Now let's check out the results, this might be a little bit
uncomfortable," she warned.

Where have I heard that before?

There are just no words to describe it. With her fingers, she gently
stimulates my labia. She diddles my clit a little (Man that was good!), I
feel like I'm bleeding? Well, it is wet... it is warm, and running down my
butt. You have got to be kidding me? I'm puddling over what this total
babe is doing down there.

Now the Pesé De Résistance, she ever so gently spreads my labia
with her fingers and checked out my innards. Her slim finger, lubricated
with I don't know what, was slowly worked into my body and gently
probed around. All the while her other hand was stimulating my own
production of lubrication. Then slowly she withdrew her lovely finger (I
bet all the women who read this are jealous. I found out later, she had a
micro camera on her fingernail.) That was my first gynecological exam.

"Now that wasn't too bad was it?"

"I think I'm in love," I say

She gives me another giggle, stands up, and then a hug.

She looks me right in the eyes, "I'm sorry, this is probably
traumatizing. I'll try and make it as easy on you as possible."

Her empathy brings a tear to my eye. (Raging Hormones?)

She misunderstands and hugs me again, "You really will like it, I
promise."

She stands up and turns away, over her shoulder she says, "I
hope you don't mind big breasts, those are what I'm supposed to give
you, but they are not necessarily my choice."

"Oh goody, I like presents," I don't know why I was trying to make
her feel better.

She shakes her head, turns and say's, "You are really something."

I look at what she has in her hands, "That's got to be the biggest
Jell-O mold I have ever seen." It looks to be a little bigger than a
honeydew melon.

She looked puzzled, "Jell-O? This is another Bio-engineered
organism, not nearly as complex as the last one."

She placed it on my wide flat tummy. It started oozing up my
skin, just like a slug. It traveled up onto my rib cage. As it was moving,
she turned, grabbed its twin, and set it beside the first one. It was
moving and undulating as well.

"Monte, I'll take breasts, for $100.00," I think I must have still
been a little hammered, plus, a bit scared.

"You make me smile," as she hugged my neck and kissed my ear.

It rather took my mind off what was going on below. The first one
reached my right man nipple, which felt interesting, kind of warm, and
slippery. Then suddenly it felt like it was sucking onto my nipple. They
finally stopped oozing and seemed to settle down. My feedback from
them went from the wet movement, to feeling every air current around
them and the nipples her movements created. She looked at them and
said, "All done."

"What no orgasm this time?" I said.

"Sorry. Will this do?" she placed her mouth above the nipple,
smiled, stuck her tongue out, and started slowly licking it.

"Oooooh," was all I could muster, as my toes curled and my eyes
rolled into my head, and I think I even drooled a little too.

She smiled and suckled.

"Aaaaaah!"

Lifting her head she giggled, "Does that make up for it?"

My squeaky high voice came out even higher, "I am definitely in
love."

She tousled my scarlet locks, "Flatterer." She gave me the hottest
French kiss of my life. So hot in fact, normally right now I'd be sporting
a tremendous woody. Instead, I began to puddle again, feeling my clit
standing at attention. Then she asked me, "I have to go pilot now will
you be alright?"

"You couldn't undo these restraints could you?" I asked as sweetly
as I could.

"I'm not supposed to..." I must have had that, 'pleeeaase,' look in
my eyes because she said, "I don't know. You are smaller now than I am,
and there is no way for you to get your manhood back, at least not while
you are on this ship. You can't pilot the ship, so even if you did
overpower me it would only mean we would most likely crash into
something, like a star. So as long as you understand that and promise
to be good I'll do it." She didn't tell me until later, that her remote was
within easy reach. (More on that later...)

"You have my word as a gentleman," she could hear the tease in
my sweet girlish voice.

"Goof! Please don't disappoint me. I have never released a
capture while on my ship before. I just really like you and I want to trust
you," she admitted.

Now, how could anyone betray that?

She reached low on the lounge, did something, and with that, my
bonds came free. She helped me get my new legs out of the stirrups.

I felt so much smaller. It was weird pulling my knees together
with my upper thigh muscles. As my legs came together, I could feel and
see my labia squeeze together, and a shiver ran through me. With the
clamps off my skinny arms, I pulled my hands and arms in toward my
body, but my hands stopped before my upper arms could touch my ribs.

'So this is having the 'flaring hips' of a woman. No wonder they
stand a lot with hands on hips, it's just about the only thing you can do
with your hands,' I thought as I acclimated. The simple actions of
moving my arms setup a jiggling in my massive boobs. Looking down at
them, well I have to tell you, the view was just incredible. I just had to
bring my hands around to cup them and touch the nipples. That's when
I found out there is a direct neural link between boobs and beaver. I was
turning myself on just touching them.

Sa' Indie said, "Feels good huh?"

"You have an incredible gift for understatement," I used all my will
power and stopped groping myself, no time for that now.

She held out her hand to help me up, and all I could think was,
'So that's what happened to the Venus De Milo's arms.'

I took her hand in mine. Wow, my hands were small, long, and
thin, with perfectly formed nails and soft, like you've never felt (At least
not from this side of them.). I was getting so hot for myself it was freaky.
As I sat up there was an avalanche. My nipples just about hit my lap,
and for a guy who was used to his nipples staying in the same place, it
felt as if my chest fell off. However, eventually they had stopped falling,
just not undulating. These babies must be 34 "GG" cups.

She reached out, and gave my breast a couple of playful squeezes
and then backed up a couple steps.

"Be very careful standing up, everything is going to feel out of
balance for a while."

I tried to stand in my new form, didn't make it on the first try
though. She held out her hand and steadied me. I made it! Look I'm
standing! The gap between my thighs was truly strange, it felt like my
ass crack came all the way through my legs to my tummy. I took a quick
peek at my back door and what a fanny, my butt felt like it was being
spread apart by my own hips just standing there.

"That was the easy part," she said, "don't turn fast, or move fast.
Not everything stops at the same time anymore." (Especially cause I'm
still naked).

She wasn't kidding there! I now had more jiggles and wiggles,
swinging and swaying than I could keep track of. Even with her holding
my hand, I was walking like a drunken sailor. Good thing it was a small
ship. Every time I took a step, the sensations would flood in and nearly
overwhelm me. My labia didn't just stay still either. There was just the
slightest movement between them, due to their moistness and my leg
movements as I walked. I am reveling in the stimulus. I walked 25
heavenly feet with her over to the Pilot's seat. I sat in the seat on her left.
Trying to regain my senses, I just watched her face as she worked,
entranced by her beauty. After a while she blushed and asked me why,
was I only looking at her? Didn't I find the ship or controls interesting?

I apologized and said, "I just have never been able to spend much
time with a woman as beautiful as you."

She seemed to finish what she was doing and got a strange
crooked smile on her face.

She said, "You stay there just a minute," and trotted away, only to
come right back holding something in her hand.

"I want to show you something," she was holding a mirror.

I looked so much like her that we could have been twins. Of
course, I'd have to be the 'Big' sister.

"Do you like it?"

I realize my hormones were out of control but to be honest I really
can't blame it all on that, I started crying and reached out to hug her.

She hugged me back not understanding at all, "Is it really that
bad?"

"No... {Sniff} I love it," and squeezed her tighter.

I don't know if she understood at that point or not, but she started
crying along with me.

When I finally stopped, immediately a new sensation insistently
interrupted, my eyes kind of popped, I blushed and said, "I don't know
how to say this," I giggled (shut up!), "or do it for that matter, but I have
to go potty." I said this with my hands crossing my lap and my body
rocking back and forth.

She fell over onto me laughing.

She stood up, took my hand, walked me over to a little room, and
showed me how. (They have way different plumbing, but now so did I for
that matter.)

I mean, women do it every day, but for me it was an erogenous
experience. When I was done I looked at her and said, "Does it always
feel that good?"

"You are so cute. It's just peeing."

"Well maybe to you, but I've never had a pussy before. It's just so
sensitive down there!" I cupped my pussy to make my point.

"Are you saying you like it?" she looked puzzled and as though she
was asking hopefully.

"It beats being a slightly overweight middle aged man, all to Hell!"

"Middle aged? I thought you were only 44 years old?" she asked
wide eyed.

"I am, or was. How old am I now?" I was confused.

"44 years old."

"But, if I look like you... You can't be over 19 years old."

She blushed, "Now I know you are teasing me."

"I am not, just how old are you in Earth years?" This was
certainly getting strange.

"I'm 429 of your years old," she looked somewhat self-conscious.

"How long do your people live?" Now, I was sure she was the one,
pulling my leg.

"Three, maybe Four Thousand years," she said with a shrug.

"My life span is only 100 years, give or take 20," wow, imagine
looking like a 19-year-old super model for 410 years and still being a
teenager.

"Yes, but you are no longer on your world," she grinned, "When
you were changed it was at the genetic level. You will live as long as we."

I was crying again. (Hey, I just found out she gave me more 3,000
years, sue me!)

She got that puzzled looked again.

I hugged her (Believe me, you'd do a lot of hugging her too, as hot
as she looked, especially if you had a set of hooters like mine.) and said,
"Now I am sure I love you."

"Even though you will have, a full year of servitude?"

"Will it be hard, or painful? What will I have to do?" She had me
worried now.

Now she blushed again and with the look of a woman who had
made a decision, said, "Be my companion."

My jaw dropped almost to the deck. Okay, so I had lost my
manhood. At least now, I was a young, beautiful woman. (To tell the
truth I was barely an average looking man.) I'm going to live another
3,000 years, and in exchange for this, I only have to be her companion
for one year? Pinch me! Hell, I had to put in 4 years with the Marines,
and all I got from them was, screwed. Of course, I might be in the same
jam, but this screwing looks much more palatable! Time to check for the
hook.

"Are you going to hurt me, or beat me?

"No."

"Do I have to wear men's cloths?"

"Do you want to?"

Both hands palm out presenting my naked self I said, "With this
body? Not a chance." On to more questions, "Are you going to give me to
any mean people?"

"No."

By this time, we were sitting on the floor with our foreheads nearly
together (Yes, I know, just like a pajama party, except I have no
Jammies, and I have an ass that would make Cheryl Tiegs Jealous.). "Do
I have to do anything life threatening?"

"No."

"Are you going to make me have unending mind boggling lesbian
sex?"

"No."

"Why not?" I said in a mock pout.

That got me another giggle.

I became somewhat serious then and said, "When you changed me
I got the impression, I was going to someone else."

"You were," she said, "but I saw you first. Anyway, I've been kind
of lonely, and I can afford it." Now it was her turn to tear up, "I wouldn't
be able to be sure you would get a good home at the auction, and I
couldn't bear what some of those women might do to you."

I hugged and kissed her. She kissed me right back, she lightly
rubbed my huge nipple which sent a shudder through me and I started
kissing down the side of her neck, down her shoulder, and out toward
her grapefruit sized breast, I extracted her lovely melon from it's hiding
place and let my full lips brush her nipple ever so slightly.

She gasped, then gently held me away, "I have to go check the
course and control, don't you move a muscle," pointing her finger at me.

"Yes, mistress Sa' Indie," I said grinning.

"You stop that, or you will be punished."

I giggled.

She was back in a flash, helped me up, and then she showed me
her boudoir (Yup, it's pink.), with a nice big bed of fluffy soft lavender
pillows. I couldn't help myself, I squealed in delight (Knock it off, I'm new
at this.).

"You are so cute," I think she was stuck on a theme. Odd thing
was I knew it couldn't be due to my physical appearance (If it wasn't me
in here, my tongue would be sweating just looking at me.), we looked
almost identical, and she didn't seem the kind of lady who is overly stuck
on herself, at least not like I was stuck on her looks (My looks? My self-
image hasn't caught up to where her image was also the same image of
'self,' for me).

We jumped on the pillow bed like schoolgirls (One of us 44, one
429, if either of us fit the 'schoolgirl' description, I guess it had to be me,
in her 'world' I was barely out of diapers. It will take a while to get used
to this.) and I held her just looking at her face.

She said, "I believe you had just started lunch, when I so rudely
interrupted you," as she presented that lovely breast once again.

"I've been wanting this, since I first saw you," I licked my lips. I
always was a breast man, come to think of it I guess now I'm a double
breast man. (Sorry I got carried away.)

A strange look flowed onto her face as she lifted my big guns, "I
am sorry I couldn't give you a choice on these though."

"Don't you like them?" again, I give her the mock pout.

"They are really big, I love them, but I was just thinking of you
having to lug them around. Some ladies wouldn't want to," did she just
call me a lady?

She didn't seem able to look me in the eye.

"For you, I would carry medicine balls on my chest, you'd just
have to ask. Of course if you had a whole rack of different sizes, if
anything I probably would have chosen even bigger ones," I said
sheepishly blushing.

Now she was really starring into my face, "You really mean that,
don't you? I abduct you in the middle of the night, take you from your
home, your world, remove your manhood, and you say you love me?"

"You bet. Unless you have something incredibly gruesome hiding
under here," I chided as I lifted her skirt and peeked.

"Nothing any more gruesome than you," we both giggled.

I started to caress her thighs. It made her shiver and lick her lips.
She scooted closer to me. It was weird having to look up, to look her in
the face. She must have been all of an inch and a half taller than I was
now. She began to "feel up" my boobs, making me arch my back and
moan. I reached out to reciprocate and she grabbed my hand and placed
one my right breast. Using her hand, she worked my willing fingers,
showing me how to twiddle my new nipple just right. I immediately
demonstrated my intellectual side saying, "Unghhh..."

She whispered in my ear, "I want you to just lie there and let me
introduce you to girl-on-girl sex. That is, if you're willing?"

"Oooooh Yeeeesssss mistress Sa' Indie," I said squirming.

She punched me in the arm lightly, "Knock that stuff off right
now. I'm not like that!" (Whoops...)

"I'm really sorry, I never meant it," I told her, though I must have
looked like I was going to cry again.

"It's okay I have some bad memories, just don't do it again, all
right?" She was holding my face in her hands.

I quickly nodded (To this day she hasn't told me about the
memories, so I don't bring them up.).

That got me the best French kiss I've ever had (I won't be needing
a dental hygienist.). She followed that by an orgasmic nipple tonguing,
taking my swollen areola in, and working it as if she was tying a cherry
stem in a knot. Top that off by a pussy tongue-lashing that would get
her listed in the 'Guinness Book of Galactic Records'. Her tongue flicked
all around the labia, darting in with pinpoint accuracy, then out and all
around inside my labia, exorcising my vaginal lips with a great amount of
enthusiasm. She sucked the hood off my clit. I only wish I had been
able to stay conscious for the whole thing, my first female orgasm was
mind numbing.

I regained consciousness, just as she was sending me around
again on my roller coaster ride in and then out of heaven, and then back
in again. How many orgasm until insanity takes hold? If I could have
counted them, I'd say all of those plus one. I was just plain gushing,
womanly happy lube time after time.

When I could focus again, "Oh god, indentured my ass!" I said, "I
think you'll have to kill me to get rid of me."

She giggled again, "I would never do that," then I saw her eyes
bug, as mine had earlier, "Oh damn! I've been so enamored with you, I
haven't even asked your name!"

Man, I wish I could have thought up ways to cover my 'faux pas'
like that when I had been a man. Of course, she's had over 400 years to
work on it.

"I have just had so many unbelievable orgasms, if I do have a
name, it will take me a few days to think of it."

"You're so cute!" (Ya, ya, but I think I like having her believe I'm
cute.)

I kissed her, although not as good, as she can but I did my very
best and I promise to practice every day until I am. "My 'old' name isn't
important anymore, it was a man's name. If I look anything like that," I
indicated her incredible body, "it just wouldn't fit." Then the light goes
on, "Oh I get it. You wanted me to come to that conclusion on my own,
didn't you?"

She had the good taste to blush at that and nodded her head.

"Well lover, stupid as this might sound, I trust you completely.
What name do you like?"

She found something interesting about her shoes, "Well, to state
the obvious, lesbians don't procreate, at least not without medical
intervention." Like duh... (Sorry bad habit), "Would you take my family
name and the name of she who brought me into our family? "

"I would be honored and delighted," I told her somewhat in shock,
it sounded to me like I was being adopted, instead of indentured. "What
do I call myself now?"

"Her name is Ma' Indie."

I must really love her since I ended up with a name right off a late
70's Sci-Fi comedy. At least the likelihood I'd run into a Mo' Ork was
extremely slim.

I said, "Now, let Ma' Indie see how much she can remember of the
tongue Olympics you performed on me."

She let out a squeal and dove into the pillow pile hoping I'd follow.
Not even one heartbeat went by. I may not be as good as she is, but I
learn very quickly and I'm very enthusiastic. It didn't take me long to
have her screaming, "Oh God," and have her fingernails digging into my
temples (I presume she picked up the "Oh God" from me, I know now,
why some of my old girl friends screamed it. Boy, do I know why!).

After enough screams, an evil grin found it's place on her face,
and she told me, "Now you get welcomed into an advanced civilization
properly." She stood and left the room.

I didn't know whether to be excited or frightened.

She came back with what looked to me to be a 12-inch strap-on
dildo. She didn't say a word. She just had me stand up (Yes, I could
finally stand up on my own.). She went around behind me, reached
around my waist, and placed the proper end up against my hairless
mons veneris. The damn thing must be more of that Bio-Engineered
stuff, cause the parts I thought were straps, wrapped about my waist
seemingly on their own, to merge with my skin. The one down below
slipped up my butt crack and merged back there. That part I was
expecting, it's when the thick tentacle slid into my cunt. It filled me
solidly! The sensations were indescribable as it merged with my nervous
system.

Dumb as it sounds, I looked down at my new enormous penis and
said, "Welcome back little buddy, even though I know you're just a
temporary replacement."

Then a lovely tongue was stuck down my neck while she reached
out and gripped my big throbbing temporary cock.

"Holy shit Batman!" I squealed. It felt like she'd grabbed my old
tool only much, much better. It was kind of a cross between an erect
penis and one damn happy, clit. I sucked her nipples, licked her all over,
as well as all around her happy oyster, inside and outside, until she was
a wet as she could be, and begging me to use my big dildo dick on her.

Now I was never what you would call a 'John Holms' type, but I'd
had my pecker doing his share of midnight push ups. However, with this
thing I was receiving the sensations of having a penis and hard as it is to
believe, I could feel it in my own vagina and it fed me the sensations Sa'
Indies body was feeling as well. I could feel being the fucker and the
fuckee at the same time.

I could feel myself screaming "Oh God," from two places at once,
as Sa' Indie and I screamed in stereo. It's a good thing that dildo has a
rudimentary intelligence of its own and could take over certain muscles
in our bodies so that the lovemaking kept going, even when I couldn't
concentrate enough to do it, cause I had sporadically firing neurons
throughout my brain like fireworks going off on the fourth of July. I
would have put money on the fact that the human organism could not
take that kind of pleasure. Let me tell you, these women had assuredly
found a way to push it to the limits.

When the dildo finally released me, all I could do is lay there,
spasm, and gurgle with what I'm sure had to be described as a stupefied
grin on my pretty face.

I lay basking in the afterglow, somewhere far off I could hear Sa'
Indie giggle and say (You guessed it.), "You're so cute!" You can bet your
ass at this moment I'm glad to be, "So cute."

When I recovered somewhat she said, "Oh darn, I just
remembered. Didn't I promise not to make you have 'unending sex'?"

With a stupid smile on my face I said, "I guess we'll just have to
stop once in a while to take in nourishment and clean ourselves every so
often."

She giggled (I really love that giggle.), "I never thought of that."

My turn to giggle (It must be in the DNA...), "Anything I can do to
help keep the orgy going?"

That got me a tonsillectomy even though I'd had mine removed...
Oops, brain fade, I'd bet real money I now have perfect tonsils.

I decided an exploratory was in order. I.E., I performed a like
procedure on my near twin.

I hadn't thought of that before. I didn't stop cuddling, but asked,
"Don't take this wrong, because I wouldn't want to look like anybody
else, but how come I look like you?"

"Oh, time to teach again so soon?" she asked.

"Not if we have to stop playing. I can wait, or if you don't want to
tell me that's fine too, I can live with it," I started nibbling her ear.

"Okay later, I'm still horny for you," she pulled me down into the
pillows with her (I've got to tell you making love in a room filled with
enough pillows to resemble one of those jungle gyms, the ones with all
the plastic balls kids play in? You have to try that at least once in your
life.).

She began by grabbing a 'remote control', (That is the best that I
can translate the name for it.) selected a button shaped like nipples, and
pressed it. I was saying, "What does that DOOOOooooooo," I found out
without her having to tell me, my nipples clenched up immediately, I had
the sensation of two giant, soft, warm, and wet mouths sucking in both
boobs and tonguing my nipples. "OOOOoooohh."

She pressed another shaped like a vulva.

Now I felt a giant invisible tongue attack my pussy. It was so wet
and soft, it easily spread my labia, and then a large part of it entered me
and slowly licked from the bottom of my pussy to the top. It felt so big, it
covered my entire vulva and underside, leg to leg, encompassing my clit
and then oozing on.

She pressed another button and this one look like a waterfall.

Instantly my vaginal lubricant production increased on the order
of say, 25 times. My cunt was gushing like a fountain, and I was
orgasming like mad.

She set down the control. Grinning again she stuck two fingers
into my pussy juice fountain and then raised her juicy fingers to her lips,
licked them clean and said, "Mmmmm, tasty."

"Aaaaahhhaa," I said (This must be a new language I had been
programmed with. It seems I now speak fluent ecstasy.)

"Oh, I don't want to waste all of this," with that, she grabbed
handfuls of my juice and smeared it all over my luscious body. The
sensations were... WOW! She stripped and did the same to her goddess-
like body. Grabbing the remote, she turned off the cunt tongue and one
booby mouth. She took both of their places, the booby with her mouth
and the pussy tongue with her fingers. I get to play with her titties this
time, sucking a nipple into the back of my throat and working it with my
tongue. It tasted better than Dutch apple pie.

I reached her lovely pussy with my hand. She was so tight that I
couldn't get more than two fingers in her. My fingers felt like her pussy
was sucking them, the muscles in her vagina clenching, grabbing, and
pulling them in. She has amazing vaginal control.

She let out a long languid moan and rolled on top of me squirming
around. Her smooth soft hairless body sliding around, skin to skin, lips
to lips, all the time my pussy fountain gushing and adding more (How
could I be spewing so much lubrication? I asked about that one myself.
Apparently, it has something to do with a transporter-like device
supplying the proper nutrient to the right glands in unlimited quantities.
Something about it having been devised as a torture device except every
time it was used on a victim they begged for more, go figure?).

She worked her way around to where her head was, firmly planted
between my legs and then diving in, breath held, braving the stream and
licking away. Bolts of electric ecstasy racked my body. I stuck my head
between her legs doing my best to please her between shrieks and
spasms. She briefly capped my flow with her lips. I could feel my vagina
and uterus filling up with my own cum. My stomach puffed up and then
she let loose the cork. Her whole head disappeared in the flood. When
next I could see her, she looked like she had just come from a swimming
pool. She slicked back her hair and shut off the remote. My hand just
naturally found its way to my pussy even as the last of my juices
dribbled down my legs. She squirmed around and held me, as I could
nothing but moan and spasm. (Tech. Note: I don't know what material
the pillows are made of, but they dried off almost immediately.)

We fell asleep in each other's arms.

When I awakened, I was alone. The only reason I did not believe it
was the most erotic dream I or any other Earthling had ever had, was all
those pillows and the huge jiggling melons on my chest. I immediately
ran my hand back and forth on my pussy. Surprisingly I was only mildly
sore down there.

I felt around under the pillows first, just to make sure Sa' Indie
hadn't been caught in a pillow undertow. Nope, strike one. Next, stop at
the Lou (I had to go there anyway. I'm sort of getting used to the
plumbing. Yes, before you ask, the ship's plumbing and mine.)

After a brief interlude in the 'John', (Yes, it still felt erogenous to
me. I realize any women who read this wouldn't believe it. On the other
hand, they may be disgusted. I guess the two sensations, the male
remembered compared in my head to the currently felt female ones is the
only explanation I can come up with.), there is only one direction to go,
(That I knew.) toward the Lounge Chair I'd been held captive in. Failing
that next stop would be the Pilot Seat, but the Lounge Chair proved to
contain my quarry.

Unfortunately, she was sobbing into her hands. Call it a hold over
from my male self, or compassion for a loved one, but my heart melted. I
rushed to find out what had happened. This time my female self came in
handy and told the male to just shut up and hold her. She'll tell you
when she's ready.

When she looked up into my eyes, I swear there was love there.
Which made me happy somewhere in the back of my brain, but I still
needed to fix it (You were wondering when that was going to crop up
again weren't you!).

It took me a minute to translate, not because it wasn't English,
but because anyone who has been crying like that has a hard time
talking for a while.

It seems unwittingly I had screwed up her life. Not that she would
get into trouble for keeping me, and not that I cost so much I would
bankrupt her (I found out I was worth only about a weeks pay. That
makes a girl feel valuable. Did I say Girl?). However, she didn't think
she could keep doing this kind of work. She didn't think she could take
the chance of 'sentencing' someone like me to some of the fates she knew
awaited them.

Some ideas began blossoming in my head, and when she had
calmed down some, I said, "Do you mind if I ask some questions? I have
some ideas but I need to fill in some gaps," and I gently kissed her neck.

"Oh, that's right, you had a question when we made love. That
one was easy. The first bio-engineered organism uses the DNA of
another. It uses some of the original organisms DNA as a sort of
template but not enough to produce a clone, that's why you are shorter
and have a cuter nose than I do. Your original intended buyer had a
thing for me so she asked me to use my DNA. I've done it a few times
before. You can also see it's complicated enough to take some brain
power to comprehend. I was so horny and wanted your body, I was
afraid it would spoil the mood if I said anything."

"So you are saying it's sort of like I'm my own father, and you are
my mother?" trying to equate it in my own frame of reference.

"I never thought of it that way before," and then she began
weeping again.

Me and my big mouth!

"It's okay I don't think of you as 'Mom'," figuring it's a Freudian
thing. Boy did I have it wrong!

"No, no, you're the only one I did right."

The Light bulb finally came on.

"How can I live with having sent my genetic 'offspring' to be
auctioned, knowing full well where they might end up? I'm pond scum,"
now she was certainly upset. Then she shocked the hell out of me.

"I am so glad I kept you," I got a big wet salty kiss (Woman logic,
I'm starting to understand it and that is scary.) "I might have gone on
doing this and hurting so many."

"I'm glad you told me, but truthfully I had all but forgotten asking
you," I was still holding her.

"What I really need to know concerns the laws of your world, and
the 'limits' restricting how many Earth males and how many females can
be taken every year," boy the little hamster working the exorcise wheel in
my head was getting his workout today.

"You're not thinking about still doing this work. Snatching
innocent people from their world, are you?" those exquisite eyes were
wide with horror.

I smiled a big shit eating grin, "This isn't going to be easy for me to
tell you. But weren't you just a wee bit curious as to why I accepted my
current predicament so readily?" I was blushing like a teen-age girl.

"That's basically the only reason I decided to release you from
these restraints," she pointed to them easily, since she was sitting in the
middle of them.

"Most of the others would curse, scream, and struggle so much I
was afraid to let them loose, I even had to gag most of them." She was
tearing up again, "So why were you so different?"

"Here's the hard part. I don't think I even ever really admitted it to
myself, let alone actually said it out loud. I think I wanted to be a
woman all along, so you really have given me everything I ever dreamed
of."

Time stood still for me. This would be the moment in my life when
I was at my most vulnerable. Tick Tock, Tick Tock (It had to be in my
head. Whoever heard of a mechanical clock on a starship?).

All of a sudden, she lit up and nearly jumped on me, "Oh, thank
you!"

I am truly confused. My eyebrows must have been so screwed up
you could have spun my head into a light socket. Of all the possible
reactions that I played out in my head, that wasn't one of them.

"Why would you thank me," I said with a face that would have
done Mr. Spock proud.

"I know at least one of my 'victims' is happy. You are aren't you?"
she was gazing into my eyes.

My knees went weak, "In all my 44 years, I have never told any
woman I loved her. Now that I am one, I love one, you are the first, Sa'
Indie. I love you."

I don't think you could have broken us up with a garden hose, or
even a fire hose. That kind of sex, blocks out the whole rest of the
universe. We used oral, toys, (Yah you know the one.) nipples,
lubricants, and a new one, for me Zero-G. (Don't try this one at home
kids, only under the supervision of a trained professional with a
starship.)

When things calmed down, I went over my ideas with her.

There were a few flaws we had to work out but I thought we would
soon be set up.

First part of the plan, and Sa' Indie could hardly believe it is, on
earth there are people who are into just about every thing imaginable.
Second, we arranged with my namesake, (I'm glad I carry her name now,
cause she is so, 'you know', the 'c' word....) to run a 'placement service'.
Sort of like an adoption agency for adults. She checks out prospective
'Mentors' to make sure that they don't order someone just looking for
love, and wind up with a dominatrix. Don't get me wrong, some folks like
that stuff, so if a dominatrix wants a submissive we'll be more than
happy to supply one, just no surprises!

Now is when the final shoe falls. This story is posted on the
Internet to induce recruitment. It is to let the adventurous and the true
transsexual want-to-bes realize their lifelong dreams. (We're talking all
the way, periods, cramps, babies, the works, and none of this primitive
butchery surgery stuff. Yes, the 'worm' is real.). This is 100% sit down
to pee stuff! Moreover, you had better be sure, cause you'll be stuck that
way for 3,000 years or so. (You can change your looks, just not your
gender.) The deal is, you contact our middleman, be honest as a nun,
cause this dude doesn't take kindly to liars. (Yes, he can tell. Did I
mention he's telepathic?) In addition, if you honestly don't know what
you want, he'll tell you. We are, only allowed so many each year. We
convinced the government to allow us to supply well over double what
used to be, 'allowed'. Having motivated, willing recruits seems to appeal
to them (That's why it took a whole year to setup.). Our middleman it
seems can supply as many recruits as we are limited to. (And boy are
some of them motivated!) Our female quota is always, filled and even I
can't believe there are so many willing super-buxom sex slaves looking to
serve some dominant woman. (Some of them beg so much it's
embarrassing.)

There has been one quirk that I haven't gotten worked out, yet, no
matter what size Bio-engineered Jell-O mold we use, all of the clients he
sends us, wind up with incredibly big boobs. Sa' Indie says it's not
possible but it's been looked into by some of the top scientists of 'Our'
World (Did I mention you get full citizenship after one year?).

How do you find him? Well he says just go to your local mall in
the proper frame of mind, namely have this story on you mind, most
likely where there is usually a blank wall, or normally vacant store front
and he'll find you. You'll know it's him cause he's wearing a black
bathrobe with stars and crescents on it.

I'm receiving more gratification "fixing" things now than ever
before.

Epilog

"Oh Sa' Indie, only one thing still kind of nags at me? (Yes, by this
time I was wearing clothes, at least some of the time. It seems the ship
can manufacture just about any type of clothing I wanted. This
particular day I had on a teal colored brassiere with matching teal thong
panties.)

"What is that dearest?" she replied

"That first night your ship seemed to make a bee line straight at
me, not like it accidentally ran across my path. Were you seeking for me
specifically or was it just a chance meeting?"

"Well this part is sort of hard for me to explain. I was in orbit and
decided to get some sleep before making a pickup. I dreamt of this old
lady in a weird bathrobe and she pointed you out in a crystal ball, telling
me you were my destiny, isn't that strange? So as I made planet fall
there was the scene in front of me just like in the crystal ball, I just went
with it."

"Wow, I guess it was just fate," I said.

Somewhere sounding far off in the back of my mind I heard a very
satisfied chuckle. I don't know if he was able to read my thoughts just
then, but if so he got the biggest mental, 'Thank you,' I could muster!

The End

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