CHAPTER SIX

"I just don't get how this is possible at all." Andy mumbles to himself as he paces back and forth across the bridge. "I mean, sudden mutation is one thing, but... she practically doesn't even have organs! I mean... how is that possible?"

"Hey, dude, are you done flipping your shit yet? Can we talk about this?" Michelle asks impatiently as she watches her boyfriend have a minor existential crisis.

"Hmm?"

"This, all this that just happened to us. What it means."

"I... really don't even know where to start."

"How about... those marks I left on your back. I'm, uh... I'm really sorry about that. I shouldn't have done that." Michelle says, genuinely apologetic for the first time in a long time.

"Oh, that? It's fine hun, I know you weren't in your right mind. It's not you, it's the cloud."

"That's the thing. I think maybe... it's both? I mean, obviously the cloud changed us in all sorts of fucked up ways, but... when we were fucking like that, it's like... all that anger deep down in me found a way out, and turned into the outside me while the outside me became the inside me. Does that make any sense?"

"Err... sorta? I think I get you, but... what are you trying to say?"

Michelle pauses and stares at her feet.

"I'm... a shitty person, I think. I've been putting myself over others so much, and I didn't let anyone tell me I was wrong, because I was so sure I was right, and, and..."

She looks like she can't decide between screaming and crying, so she settles on just shaking and sniffling. Andy kneels down and puts his arms around her.

"Hey, hey... okay, here's the thing. I'll be real with you, you've definitely been a dick to a lot of people. But it's not like you have to keep being that person, right? You want people to respect you, don't you? As a leader? As a person?"

"Yeah... I don't know, maybe..."

"If you really think that aggressive ego monster is the real you, on the inside, then you have it completely backwards. I know there's something good in there, behind all the anger and outbursts. That's who I'm looking at right now."

"I... can I have your comm? I lost mine, when I... got small."

Andy grins a bit and takes his comm off, handing it to her. She turns it on and tries to call Lindsay and Shapley. When they don't pick up, she calls Monsieur.

- -

"Hello, captain. Are you finished with your... er."

"Monsieur, let's not talk about it, please. I need you to check on Lindsay and Shapley, see if they everything reader to make stopping this ship something that won't kill us all dead. Thanks."

She hangs up without another word. His built-in comm buzzes again... It's Megan's voice.

"Monsieur, I need you... please, come back to me..."

"Miss, are you okay? ...Miss?"

He receives no answer. Alarmed by the message, he knows deep down he has to take care of the person most important to him, before all else. He rushes to the common room in record time, the whole way wondering what ailments the cloud could have caused her to make her more distressed than she already was. He arrives, only to find her door open and room empty. He stares at the empty bed, fearful that something could have happened to her.

"Monsieur... behind you."

He turns his head to see Anette's door wide open, and Anette sitting on her bed with Anette's personal laptop open. She's coiled in a mess of tentacles, pecking at the keys with two of them and using the rest as a squishy cushion. As Monsieur approaches, she rolls to her side seductively, tentacles flowing over her like cresting waves.

"Miss, I was under the impression you were in trouble. You asked for help."

"No trouble, but I definitely need help. Something about these tentacles make feel... so... mmm. Lightheaded. But I had an idea... and I need somebody who's got it all together to make it happen." She gives him a goofy, lethargic smile.

"I would be happy to assist, Miss. What can I help you with?"

She turns Anette's laptop to face him. On the screen are diagrams of the blueprints of Monsieur's helperbot model.

"See, I can get a lot of work done with all these tentacles... been doing a lot of research."

"Yes Miss, it looks like you won't be needing those robotic arms after all."

"Hmm... maybe I could use... a pair of them." She raises her eyebrows.

"Ah, I see. This is about... Hrm. Miss, you know that as a serverbot, I don't have the particular skill set or design necessary to... do such things."

"That's what I need your help with. These are... cross sections of your arm, right? Is... is this what I think it is, tucked away here?

She pulls up a design of an attachment that looks suspiciously like a dildo combined with a jackhammer,

If robots could blush, that's pretty much exactly what would be happening right now.

- -

Shapley manages to worm themself free of their constricting, rough jeans, as their thighs hit the floor with a wet splat. Like most stimulus, it causes them to groan like an animal in heat.

Lindsay watched with rapt fascination as the last few inches of their body turned pink. It occurred to her not long ago now that the changes that have been affecting the two of them have been directly affected by the other, with her (mostly slurred) wish for Shapley to experience what she feels being granted to an extreme degree. That being said, she has a suspicion about what's happening to her own body. Shapley had, after all, called her out for "becoming a total cunt." Every time her grool starts to muck up her facepussy, she instinctively tries to swallow it, sending a pulsing feeling from her neck all the way through her torso down to her lower vagina. She's pretty sure her vaginas are somehow... connected through her torso.

Shapley looks up at Lindsey, confused, mind too cloudy to fully understand what's happening. Lindsay considers trying to tell them what she's figured out, but she knows it wouldn't be worth the effort. Maybe she'll just let them squirm there some more. She'd smile if she were able. Instead, her vagina just squishes up into an odd shape that squirts out yet another dribble of grool. She reaches up to wipe it off, but finds herself mindlessly pushing a finger into her face. She's a bit alarmed by this, as her hands have felt oddly drawn to her holes ever since the transformation. How is this supposed to end? She starts to think about it, and doesn't notice her fingers plunging in and out of her face.

- -

Anette wakes up on the floor in post-coital bliss, lovingly spooning herself. She looks around herself, looking at the horrible mess she made of the archives. She plops down in her chair at what's left of her desk, female half sitting in the lap of her male half, an unusually intimate feeling for a person who's alone in a room.

She rubs her eyes and focuses on the cracked monitor, seeing what she believes to be a now fully purple cloud inside the containment room. When the hell did that happen? she thought to herself. Is it somehow the energy of the red and blue storms, combined together? She laughs at herself a bit, tickled by just how obvious that is. Man, I'm really in bad shape.

She sees something odd on the screen and zooms in the display, focusing on the floor. Where the fossil sample spilled earlier, there was now a growing black mass.

"There's no way..." she said to herself. "Is that... the cloud brought the fossil sample back to life?"

Zooming in even closer, she notices that not only have the organisms revived from death, they are now multiplying at an alarming rate. These clouds aren't corrupting life, they're... CREATING life. Creating OPPORTUNITIES for life, allowing easier propagation...

Then the pieces snap together. They're not some bizarre phenomenon. These clouds are literally the origin of life in the universe! That must be why Anahita wanted this information to remain exclusive for so long! Anette's mind races, thinking of the possible reasons for what they could be using this knowledge and power for.

She must have only spent a couple minutes in thought, but when she's brought back to the real world, what she sees on the monitor gives her reason for alarm. The organisms seem to be duplicating faster and faster, with no end in sight.

CHAPTER SEVEN

"Don't look so terrified," Megan teases. Monsieur is inches from her face, looking deep in her eyes. He raises his right arm, and it unfolds down the middle to reveal the piston-like device Megan had on the laptop.

"And... you are sure that doing this would be 'assisting' you?"

"Oh, definitely. Just... don't think about it too much... come here..."

Megan coils two of her tentacles up his arm and yanks it down to the space between her tentacles, where her vagina lies right in the center. Monsieur's LED eyes go wide, and Megan gives him a devilish smirk.

- -

"Why is nobody ANSWERING?" Andy grumbles as he tries getting Megan on the comm again. "We can't stop if we don't have the fuel, and we can't avoid more clouds if we don't stop... and we can't even stop the shop without Monsieur up front."

Michelle steps out of the captain's private shower, toweling off her back. "Well, whatever Lindsay and Shapley are doing seems to be working, 'cause half our shit isn't functioning anymore. Our water pressure is garbage."

Andy gets frustrated and kicks a chair. Not hard enough to knock it over, but enough to make a noise.

"Now who's throwing tantrums?" Michelle teases.

"Sorry. I'm just stressed out."

"Don't apologize, haha. I'm actually interested to see this color on you." She smiles. "You know, maybe we should both have responsibility around here. We could, I dunno... keep each other in check? Double captains. That's a thing, right?"

"I could do that for you," he says as he relaxes his shoulders, easing his expression. When he looks at Michelle, he sees her looking lovingly up at him, her tail swaying behind her. "Have I mentioned yet how much I like the tail? It's very expressive."

Michelle looks over her shoulder and is taken by surprise seeing it move without her knowledge. Maybe it's because they're so busy looking at each other, or maybe it's because for the first time the ship stays perfectly still, but this time they hardly notice the room turn yellow.

They kiss each other softly, while their bodies shift around them. Standing together in an uneven embrace, Michelle's skin turns a bright red as she gets a little bit more height, from her feet turning into cloven hooves. Two red horns, curved slightly backward, sprout from her hair right above her forehead. Andy, meanwhile, sprouts a flesh-tone tail from his spine, which stretches out to about five feet. At its tip is a suspiciously phallic shape, which Michelle takes notice of as it starts to poke her in the ass.

"Um... what the fuck is touching my butt right now?"

They look down at their bodies and see the changes. Michelle just shrugs it off.

"Honestly? I'm getting used to it now."

Her curiosity gets the better of her as Andy's tail keeps getting in her space. She grabs it a little too firmly, eliciting a squeak from Andy.

"You DID say you liked my tail..." she says, right before shoving the tip in her mouth. She fellates his tail, its sensitive tip giving him the same sensation as a mouth on his cock. Michelle pops it out of her mouth for a second to catch her breath, and sees the tip of the tail start to split open like a four-petaled blooming flower. At the center, a slick wet hole not unlike a vagina. Both of their eyes practically bulge out of their sockets when they see it, and Michelle wastes no time hungrily lapping at it.

- -

Anette finds herself so focused on the dangerous growth in the containment room that the yellow light filling the room, the yellow light barely gets a reaction out of her. What got her attention was instead the purple cloud turning a brilliant, opaque white. No longer able to see the growth, she wheeled her chair back and surrendered her attention to her oncoming changes, as white light seems to impossibly penetrate the solid lead walls in front of her. Another splitting headache struck her mind as she doubled over in her chair, awkwardly folding her bodies in on each other.

Suddenly she finds herself on the ground again. Did I fall? she wonders. Her bodies don't hurt, just her head. And her neck feels very stiff, strangely. It also feels... a bit too long? She tries to get up, and feels herself step to her feet, and then, seconds later, steps to her feet again. And yet, she's still got her cheek pressed firmly to the cold tile floor. Certain she is somehow standing, she tries to walk around a bit, and hears two pairs of feet stumbling around near her. Suddenly a bare foot plants itself right in front of her face, and thanks to the small starburst tattoo on the ankle, she knows it to be her own.

She clumsily reaches down and feels around the ground, and sure enough, feels her hands grab her head and lift her up, her point of view suddenly rushing to her regular height. Her hand grazes the space under head head, and she immediately knows what has happened. Underneath her decapitated head is a thick, foot long penis. The realization makes it twitch, giving her a pulse of pleasure. Feeling around between her shoulders, she finds a fat meaty vagina where her head used to be, and turning her head around the room she sees her male body standing alone, with a similar neck vagina. Both bodies from her last form were now individual, but both controlled by her.

She knows what the logical next step is, though she is a little worried about the prospect of walking around constantly being penetrated. For the sake of keeping her hands free for her work though, she positions her head over one of her bodies, and shoves down, hard. The feeling of pressure as her dickneck snakes halfway down her torso nearly turns her legs to jelly, but she manages to keep her composure just long enough to get a sense of her new configuration. Her five (yes, five) sets of genitals are sending so many sexual signals to her brain at the same time, that she knows it's only a matter of time before an all-out one-person orgy breaks out. She reaches up and traces the seam between her head and body, where her sensitive cockflesh meets the stretched lips of her neck pussy, and her finger flicks across a large, marble-sized clitoris sticking out of the center of her collarbone. This little button seals the deal. This is happening. But shouldn't she be recording the effects of the growing organism? Investigate the glowing white light?

"Fuck it."

She walks her second body over to herself and plants her mouth firmly on her other neck vagina, sucking hungrily on her clit. She practically tackles herself to the ground, hands going everywhere. She knows that more and more of the white light is leaking through the solid walls, but she quite frankly doesn't give a shit.

- -

Megan cries out in a moan that turns into a scream and back to a moan. Her crashing orgasms have been coming closer and closer to each other as Monsieur is relentless with his movements and vibrations. It occurs to her that she's actually never reached orgasm with a man before. Maybe she still hasn't? No, Monsieur is a man, more of a man than most of the people she's ever met. As another knee-buckling orgasm ripples from her toes to her head, and back to her toes, she wraps her tentacles around his body tight, and plants kisses up and down his perfectly smooth faceplate. He briefly dulls the vibration to give her a break and let her recuperate.

"This 'pleasure' is fascinating to me. I wish I could experience it like you humans do. It seems... invigorating."

Megan, through the haze of her pleasure, sees a somewhat tragic expression sneak its way through Monsieur's metal face.

"Monsieur, I promise, you're more than enough man for me."

"Miss, do you sense that?"

"Hm?"

Monsieur looks around the room, and seconds later the yellow light flashes. Without the tremors, they aren't entirely sure if it's another cloud, until the tingles start to set in. They focus on Megan's blank shoulders, where two tentacles on each shoulder sprout out, matching those on her legs, albeit a bit thinner. Her hair then begins to congeal together into 30-odd strandy tentacles that seem to flow and writhe against each other constantly. She runs her arm-tentacles through her "hair," and feels it caress her back. She smiles.

- -

As the yellow light touches Lindsay's already hollow body, her sense of emptiness grows tenfold, sending her hands darting across her body. She suddenly feels compressed and stuffy in her clothes. She undoes her blouse and drops it to the ground, spotting an unusual crease going down her entire torso. In her alarm, her sense of modesty vanishes as she unlatches her bra. Her bottom is discarded as well, and she looks at her whole, naked body in the reflection of one of the large terminals. She traces the crease, finding it originate on her face pussy and ending at the one in her groin. As she reaches the bottom, she finds that her clitoris seems to be higher than it used to be. In fact, it's STILL getting higher. She looks down and watches as it travels along the crease on her torso.

What she sees makes her sick to her nonexistent stomach. As her clit travels upward, it "unzips" her torso, her vagina spreading her and higher up her body. By the time her clit reaches her breasts, the sense of yearning emptiness becomes something even greater, a sense of total incompleteness. The clit gets closer and closer to her mouth, and suddenly...

*POP*

Her entire torso splits open from mouth to groin, revealing her insides to be completely hollow, coated on the inside with nothing but pussyflesh. In her shock she paws at the flesh, sending shudders through her whole body. As she loses her composure briefly, she feels herself crumple. She is somehow able to stay upright, but only if she concentrates... and the hornier she gets, the harder it is to stay human-shaped.

On the other side of the room, Shapley is going through their own crisis. While most of their body was a non-stop buzz of unbearable pleasure, their scalp starts to itch more and more. Feeling their hair, they could tell something was very wrong, as the shape of their scalp was oblong and strange. They claw at their scalp, trying to rid themself of the sensation, when their entire head of hair slips right off, as if it were nothing more than a wig. Underneath it is what could only be described as the head of a penis, capping their skull as if it were a spongey, fleshy beanie, with a wide urethra sticking out of the top.

The appearance of the glans seems to finally give Shapley a method of release from their insanely pent-up arousal, and within seconds their whole body starts churning. Pulse after pulse travels up their body, and they feel their head swell unnaturally as all the pleasure in their body seems to focus there. The pressure starts to ache, when suddenly they feel an unbelievable sense of release, and a geyser of thick, hot spunk blasts out the top of their head, blasting the ceiling.

The sperm blasts the ceiling of the room from wall to wall, and starts to drip down like a salty rainshower. Lindsay couldn't even be bothered to care about the disgusting display, as her body has fallen flat on the ground with her enormous lips wide open, oozing girlcum out like a slug. The two, messy, exhausted and beyond recognition lay together in their mess in blissful silence.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Andy sits in the captain's seat, while Michelle cozily reclines on his lap. He rests a hand on her, as they look out ahead to see their destination approaching in the distance: the Anahita corporate homeworld.

"We're almost there. And not another cloud in sight!" he says.

Michelle squirms a bit, suddenly picturing having to show up in front of her bosses looking the way she does.

"This... is gonna be uncomfortable." she groans.

"Yeah, but Anahita has our best interests in mind, right? That's what you always say."

She thinks on that for a bit. Did they really have their best interests in mind? After all they recalled Dominic weeks ago and were clearly aware of the mutations that the clouds created, yet they allowed the crew to make the journey without so much as a warning. They couldn't care less what the crew looks like when they arrive, just so long as they deliver the research that'll make the company billions. And if they did manage to get to homeworld, would Anahita actually ever let them leave? Surely they wouldn't want word of their newest break in technology getting out to their competitors.

She explains her thinking to Andy, who takes in the information with a stern expression.

"Okay, Michelle. You're the captain, what should we do?"

"Heheh, you're the captain too now, remember?"

- -

Anette's one-woman orgy has gotten a lot more interesting. Her dickneck is plunged chin-deep into her female self's groin vagina, while her male body penetrates her female self's neck vagina and her mouth licks at the male's. She's practically turned into a pretzel of sex, and even if she did notice the foundation of the wall protecting her from the white light collapsing, she wouldn't have been physically capable of doing anything about it. The wall disintegrates, releasing a wall of pure white light to blast through the Tiresias at lightspeed. It touches every member of the crew, every atom of the ship simultaneously. Anette feels herself scatter, as if she were nowhere, and then suddenly everywhere at once. Then her being focuses back into one location, as her surroundings become visible again.

Looking down at herself, she's actually disappointed to find just a single body, without sensing a second one. It's her old body, her female one, but with a clearly defined penis between her legs, placed above her vagina. Feeling at the seam of her neck, she can tell she still has her unusual equipment there, and has to steel herself from playing with the bulging clit on full display. The simplicity leaves her feeling lacking, and she sighs, but then...

Sigh. Who's that?! She looks to her left and sees a person that could be her mirror image, checking her own body out while facing away from her. She freezes and stares for a second, then clears her throat to get the girl's attention. She turns around, and the two make eye contact, then look each other up and down. Same body, same genitals, same bizarre dickneck... they're perfect clones!

"Um... hi? I'm..."

"Anette. Yeah, heheh, uh, same?"

"Nice to... meet you, I guess?"

"Yeah, nice to meet you... too."

They step closer and closer, hypnotized by the other. Their freaking self-sex romp has almost trained her to feel attraction for herself, and each of her found themself... strangely aroused at the sight in front of them.

"Are we... going to do this?"

"Absolutely fucking yes we are."

- -

Megan feels herself coming back to reality after a strange, transcendental experience. As the world reforms around her, she finds herself looking into a stranger's eyes. A bald man with striking silver eyes, with a facial structure that oddly reminds her... of...

"Monsieur?!"

The man looks confused, and looks down at his body. He tests his arms, flexing them and feeling their overwhelmingly organic energy.

In her shock, Megan almost doesn't notice her own leg tentacles now being capped with dicks. The only reason she noticed was a couple started probing at her vagina on their own accord, sending a shock up her spine. Even stranger, a tongue snakes its way out of her pussy to meet the tentacles.

"Miss, is this... am I human?"

Megan grins from ear to ear. "You sure are, buddy. And please, call me Megan."

She pushes him to the ground and mounts him, her pussytongue snaking out and wrapping around his newly organic dick.

"Now let me show you what it really means to be human," she says as she slurps his cock up inside of her.

- -

Shapley starts to come back into existential focus, but before they can even feel their body, they are struck by the sharp arousal that has plagued their existence for hours now. They realize they can hardly move, their limbs stiff and unbendable. Looking to their left, they see that where their arm was is now a thick, massive phallus. To their right, the same. They can't crane their neck far enough to see, but they assume the same could be said of their legs. They uselessly flop their thick limbs around, but the slapping of their glans against the tile only sends them spiraling again. So desperate to be touched, and to be relieved of the constant simulation, all they can do is shout out and beg for Lindsay to help them.

Lindsay comes into view looming above them, an unusual silhouette bent in unexpected places. Lindsay's eyes have vanished from her head, and her facepussy has extended even further up her head until the golf ball sized clit rests on the top of her forehead, just under her hairline. Her head looks more like a hood than anything resembling a face now.

Shapley calls out again, and Lindsay responds to the sound, reaching down and accidentally palming them right on the chest, between their sensitive glossy breasts. The sudden touch makes Shapley's new phalluses ooze precum, only adding to the puddle of liquid that has been accumulating in the room.

They beg for Lindsay to keep going, to bring them to orgasm. Lindsay finds her body reacting very strongly to Shapley's body and their desperate begging. Her torso drools cum all over them. Sharpley barely notices as they stare into Lindsay's chasmous body, their mind screaming at them to get inside. It's all they want, and the only thing that even makes sense to them anymore. Likewise, Lindsay finds herself instinctually reaching down and picking Shapley up, her chest flush up against their back. The contact sends Shapley reeling, but it only gets better as Lindsay hugs them tighter and tighter. Shapley starts to breach her body, sliding and grinding against every inch of her insides as their respective liquids squelch around each other.

They reach a stopping point, where Shapley's outrageously large cocks keep them from fitting any further. Lindsay decides this is unacceptable, so she takes their cocks in her hands and starts cramming. The rough, bending sensation elicits a scream of passion from Shapley, and it seems to go on forever until suddenly, they feel their dicks slot perfectly into four vaginas inside Lindsay's torso. Their dicks now slot perfectly into the upper arms and thighs of Lindsay's body. Lindsay gives them one last push, fitting them inside like they was the last piece of a jigsaw puzzle, but with the sexual gratification of a thousand orgasms. Her torso's lips slide together, loosely holding them in as her hooded head slips over Shapley's sensitive cockhead. Their face peeks out from under her giant clit, and the second everything is in place, the two of them finally feel the wholesomeness they have been craving since their first few changes.

The sudden satisfaction blitzes their minds with an orgasm so strong their minds fizzle and pop. Every cock on Shapley's body erupts, sending splooge blasting out of every nook and cranny of Lindsay's body. Mixed with Lindsay's own liquids, a practical waterfall of goo falls from them. When their minds finally come through the haze, there is not simply Lindsay and Shapley anymore. The two are now something more, two minds melded into one perfect body. Lindsay can see through Shapley's eyes, and Shapley can feel through Lindsay's hands. No longer concerned with the stupid squabbles of their past, they feel free to start a new life, together, as a brand new person. As they get to their feet and carefully take step after pleasurable step toward the door, they aren't sure who they're going to be, but they're excited to find out, together.

- -

Andy practices walking around with his new transformation, which gave him a second torso protruding from his rear, giving him a sort of humantaur body. His genitals relocated to his rear hips, and the sway of the new torso is taking a while to get used to. Not too bad a change, all things considered, he thinks.

Michelle hasn't noticed anything different. "I dunno Andy, I'm stumped. I think I'm exactly the same."

"Maybe it skipped you this time?" he wondered, not really believing himself.

Andy walks up to Michelle, and gets a closer look, when he does spot a minor difference. "Hey... wasn't your eyepatch eye the one with the pink iris?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Your other eye is pink now too, hun."

She looks at her reflection in the window, and sees her striking glowing pink eye as clear as day. She reaches up to her eyepatch, and looks to Andy for permission. He nods.

"If your new pink eye isn't making you go crazy, maybe your change took away the crazy demon heat stuff?"

She yanks off her eyepatch, still keeping the eye closed, then cracks it open to look at Andy once again with both of her eyes. He finds her new impish appearance strangely beautiful, and with both of her piercing eyes staring back at him he feels his heart skip a beat.

"So, do you feel anything?" he asked.

"No... I think we're good!" She says, but the second the words leave her mouth she doubles over in pain, holding her head as a terribly migraine rocks her head. Andy rushes to her side, asking if she's all right. When she opens her eyes again, her pupils are glowing a shockingly bright white, much like the light they felt wash over them not long ago. Her pupils, now a shifting starburst shape, feel like they're staring into his soul as Michelle reaches up experimentally, touching Andy on the hip.

With the single touch, he feels a tingle through his whole body. A third pair of arms bursts from his body, right under the others. They look at each other in shock.

"Did you just.... did YOU do that?!" he yelled in disbelief.

"I did! I... I felt something inside of me, a power, and it spoke to me... told me to spread its light... and I did, and... you changed!"

"Can you... can you use it to change us back?"

She reaches up to touch Andy on the hip again, and his body contracts and shifts in a violent whipping shift, that leaves him looking like his old self in less than a second. He's back to normal!

"This is amazing! Now we can go home, Michelle! We don't have to worry about Anahita, we can live our lives!"

She smiles, and floats magically up to his face, putting her hands on his cheeks and planting a kiss on him. But the smile fades.

"We still can't trust them. Even if they were to let us go, what they plan to do with this power... the power of creation itself... it's not something that should be used for profit, or for control."

"So, what? What's your plan then?"

They're interrupted by a strange bald man dressed in a dress sheet toga bursting into the room. Michelle dashes to her seat and pulls her hidden blaster on the stranger, who puts his hands in the air.

"Don't shoot! It's me, Monsieur!"

Michelle and Andy are taken aback, and are about to doubt him when a tentacled monster of a woman comes flowing messily into the room behind him, her face the only thing they can use to identify her as their crewmate Megan.

"It's true! The light changed him too. I don't know why, but it did."

"Since when could this stuff transform inorganic matter?" Andy asks.

"It didn't just affect Monsieur." Anette says, entering the room in a hurry. Aside from a few odd bulges and creases on her body, she looked especially human for their crew. "I was running tests on the fossils we brought on board, and the cloud revived the fossils. But it didn't stop there. When the white light hit the whole ship, it... merged the organism with the ship."

"Are you saying... the ship is alive?" Michelle asks, bewildered.

"In a manner of speaking." Anette responds. "Anette is telling me over comms that the ship isn't actually running on fuel anymore, it's a fully self-sustaining system."

"Wait... what do you mean, 'Anette is telling you'?" Megan asks.

"Aha, don't worry about it, I'll tell you later."

"So, are you saying this ship could keep going indefinitely?" Michelle asks, a plan forming in her head.

"As far as we can tell, yes."

"Monsieur." Michelle barks, turning to the now human servantbot. "Can you still interface with the navigation equipment?"

"I can't interface per se, but I can figure out a workaround in no time if need be."

"Good." Michelle responds. "We're turning the ship around."

Andy gasps. "Really?"

"Yeah," she answers. "Fuck 'em. They want our research? They want us to hand over a power they'll just weaponize and use to control the local supercluster? No thanks, I don't play that game. We're getting out of here."

The crew jumps into action, rushing to their posts. Andy turns to Michelle.

"Er, before we get started... do you think you could make me something a little more interesting first?"

EPILOGUE

Michelle leans back in her chair, staring out at the great unknown ahead of them. She looks around the bridge, seeing her new oddball gang of misfits, and smiles. It's hard for her to imagine how only a few days ago, they were all boring-ass, normal people with boring-ass, normal problems. She wasn't worried about people doubting her anymore, she had a power all her own now. And Andy? With the size of his cock and her ability to switch on her fucktoy mode at a moment's notice, she doesn't think he'll be struggling with his passiveness anymore.

As for the others, well... she was genuinely touched by the budding relationship between Monsieur and Megan. Even if she thought they were an odd match, she's happy for them. Monsieur even asked for a few modifications of his own, so he could repeat their first moment of intimacy in his new human body.

Anette And Anette were an inseparable duo, understandably. The two went everywhere with each other, and she's pretty sure they're fucking on the down-low. Whatever, none of her business, honestly. It's practically masturbation, as far as she's concerned. And Lindsay and Shapley? She's honestly not even sure what to call them anymore. With their talents combined, they've been more than useful to the crew, and re-established all of the power systems faster than the two of them ever could have done separately. That being said, they certainly made a hell of a mess. They usually tried to keep a tarp under their workstation, and made a habit of leaving piles of paper towels around for easy cleanup.

She liked her new crew. It was a special thing, having your outside match your insides, and she wanted to make it their mission to share that gift with the universe, one world at a time.

"Captain, approaching planetside."

"Thank you Megan. Monsieur, take us down."

No, this is actually the first story I've written since high school lol, smut or no smut. I enjoyed writing this though, if another idea hits I'll definitely be sure to post it

The dual TF into living suit and occupant was wonderfully done. That was the high point for me.

I have to admit that I had trouble keeping up with the use of the plural "they/their" for the non-binary character. I had to double back on whether or not there was a merging that I missed or something.

Personally I think Megan could have had something more interesting going on. I always enjoy a good tentacle cock monster TF but compared to some of the other shipmates, her's seemed rather uninspired.

I think this is the first time someone wrote one of Access' double-body TFs into a story. I liked that was well. There could have been more clarification where you mention seven genitals with Anette because I'm assuming that both bodies had a cock at that point but it wasn't mentioned.

Overall, this was great. I'd love to read more from you.

Really awesome read. Well done! I loved the progression as each cloud showed up.

As an enby myself who uses they/them pronouns I actually really enjoyed and appreciated it, but what I found was an issue was you weren't consistent about Shapley's pronouns. You went back to "she" a number of times.

Other than that, though, the story was incredibly well-written and very entertaining!