Changers By BiManFL33884 Disclaimer: If you're under 18, what the heck are you reading this for? Come back in a few years. This story features sex, and some real weirdness. You are warned. Categories (alphabetically): authoritarian, mind control, sci-fi, she-male, transformation, transgender Email me at BiManFl33884. Flames will be laughed at.
Not having much to do with my life, I hired on a starship as a maintenance and security worker, and soon found myself on the liner "Grace" headed out from Earth toward the Inner Colonies. The work was tedious, which suited me fine. The pay was good, and included a hazardous-duty increase. I needed the money. Perhaps I should explain. I had recently lost my girlfriend when she abruptly decided to become lesbian. Although she assured me I had nothing to do with it, and her decision had nothing to do with my looks (twenty-five, just shy of six feet tall, in good shape and a bit of a gym rat), I still felt hurt about it. So I shipped out. We were on the homeward leg of the trip (the last stop was awful - a planet of religious refugees who insisted on marriage before sex) when the proximity sensor alarms went off all at once and the ship's security chief started barking orders. The one word I concentrated on as I got into my environment suit and armor was Changers. Everyone's heard of Changers, which is the only word we know to call them. They used to be human, so I hear, but decided to go a different route and alter their own evolution. What they were like at home was anyone's guess, but they had a reputation as pirates and slavers. Few ships managed to get away from them unscathed, and some would arrive at their destinations empty. I pulled on my helmet, sealed it and took my rifle from its place in the armory rack. As I joined the rest of the security detail, I looked up at the monitors. A ship was getting closer, and it was strange to see something that big. It looked like a steel pinecone, and a swarm of smaller attendant ships (probably fighters) swirling around it like bees. Other screens showed our defense cannons swinging into action, and others showed the passengers being herded into armored safe areas. One of the little ships broke formation and swooped at us, only to disintegrate in a blaze of sparks as our defenses took care of it. The security chief and his assistants started to break us up into smaller details, and I was sent with two others to guard an airlock. The ship shuddered as we headed for our assignment, and the primary lights went out. With our engines hit, we wouldn't be able to defend ourselves. The Changers weren't after us for the sheer destructive joy of it all, they were out for us. As I charged my rifle I heard a series of clanging sounds on the other side of the airlock, and I waved to the others to get ready. Surprisingly, I wasn't scared at all. My heart was hammering away, but I had been trained and (hopefully) knew what to expect. The clanging died away and I took aim at the door. There was a harsh buzz behind me, a short sharp shock to the back of my neck, and my rifle fell out of my suddenly numb hands as I slumped face first to the deck. It wasn't a stunner; I've felt those before. It was like just being incredibly tired, so tired you couldn't move if you wanted to. I could still feel, and before all strength left my arms I rolled over onto my back and stared. The rest of my section was down as well, and a figure was standing over me. Human or nearly so, maybe as tall as I was and dressed in a spacesuit of silvery plastic that hugged every contour. I guessed the figure was female, because what pushed out the front of the suit would have made my old girlfriend instantly wanting breast implants. She holstered the weapon she had been holding and knelt down to study me. The small lamp on the side of her helmet prevented me from seeing inside, but I caught a glimpse of two gold eyes inspecting me intently. With practiced motions she started to remove my helmet and suit as I moved feebly, trying to resist her. I knew we hadn't lost our atmosphere, or my suit would have told me so. She went about her business, popping off my helmet and slowly stripping me. Once I lay on the deck naked, she started running her gloved hands over my body. Her gloves felt cool and dry, but I squirmed as best I could, then froze as her fingers gripped my cock. She examined it minutely, her fingers stroking and fondling me gently until my cock stiffened to its full seven inches of uncut glory. Traitor, I thought. She took a marker from a pocket of her suit and carefully wrote something around the base of my cock, stroking me to keep me hard. The Changer then rolled me to my left, hooking my right leg over her shoulder and easing the cheeks of my ass aside. I could feel the marker describing something around my hole, and I tried to squirm, wriggle, shout, anything to get her to stop. She ignored my feeble attempts, merely rolling me onto my back and writing something on my face, around my mouth. She then stood and walked off, putting the marker away and drawing her weapon. I have no idea how long I laid there, but eventually two other spacesuited females, these dressed in metallic blue, came and picked me up. I was carried into the cargo hold and through the lock into the Changers' ship as one of the pair carrying me remarked, "She always seems to pick the best ones." "Yes," said the other, "and the heaviest too." I was placed on a wheeled stretcher and the two females took me further into the ship. I took the opportunity to look around. As we moved deeper into the Changer vessel, I started seeing women. Lots of women. Tall, short, thin, slightly stout (all in superb condition, however), lots of hair and the same golden eyes as I saw on my attacker. I was wheeled past what seemed to be a clerk, who made a note on a small pad and said, "Another one for her? How will she ever have time for them all?" The other two laughed, and as we moved past the clerk my eyes went wide and my heart damn near stopped. There was a woman standing in a small alcove by a communal shower, toweling off. She was fantastic looking, skin tanned an even brown and with a long mane of still-wet dirty blonde hair. A woman with a cock. I guessed it was about six inches, but as she rubbed the towel over her body - beautiful breasts, slim waist and wide hips, she cupped her cock and its attendant balls and it got hard. I gulped as it easily met the same length as mine. She looked straight at me, smiled, and I knew - don't ask me how - that this was the woman who had shot me back on the liner. She smiled at me again, and hefted the length of her erection, pointing it at me. My expression must have been amusing, because she chuckled and turned back to the shower as my stretcher moved further into the ship. I was wheeled into a strange room that smelled of musk and antiseptic and placed on a raised bed that appeared to be made of reflective plastic, and as the two attendants wheeled the stretcher out I looked around. The room was entirely reflective, made of the same stuff I was lying on, and there wasn't a square corner to be seen. The entire place was like a faceted, roughly spherical gem made of mirrors. I couldn't even see the door I came in through. I looked up at my reflection and the strange writing around my mouth and cock, and I closed my eyes as my imagination filled my head with nightmares. I guess I slept, because when I opened my eyes she was standing looking over me. She was naked, and smiling, and her fingertips felt smooth and warm as she stroked the side of my face. "Welcome," she said. Her voice had an odd timbre to it, as if it were straining to be deeper, but failing. I looked up at her, still twitching as I tried to get my muscles to work, then relaxed and tried to speak. "Whooo ... who are you?" I slurred. "What do you want?" She smiled again, and a hint of something predatory crept into her eyes. "You," she replied. "You and the others aboard your ship." Her fingers brushed against my cheeks, and down along my neck to my chest. I squirmed a bit and said, "My name is Dan; what's your name?" My curiosity was getting the better of me, and I thought that if I could try to get her talking it would ease whatever fate she had planned for me. "My name is Arn 354, a Harvester. I brought you down with a nullifier," she explained, lightly fingering my pecs and my nipples. My cock twitched at the stimulation, and she giggled, moving around me as her hands slid down my stomach. "N-Nullifier?" I echoed. "Yes. It disrupts your brain's connection to your voluntary muscles." Her fingers caressed my stiffening cock, toying with the foreskin and fondling my balls. "You are male," she said with a stress on the word 'male,' as if she hadn't been sure at first. "You will Change, and become part of my family." I frowned and said as firmly as I could, "I'll never change, you Changer wh-whore, and ..." I groaned as her fingers tightened on my shaft and her tongue dipped out to stroke around my foreskin and brush the tip of my cock. She straightened and looked down at me. "You call us Changers," she said. "I know the word, and it is not right. We call ourselves the Converted, and we obey God's Law to make all others as we are. "I have Harvested thirty-one such as you, and they are all Converted." Arn stopped talking as I heard a door open behind me, and she smiled, touching her cock and breasts with both hands in a curious, almost ritual motion. "Blessed One, here is another, which I claim as mine," she said, and I felt my breath catch in my throat as I caught sight of what walked in. A living nightmare stood over me. The distances in the room were hard to judge with all the mirrored surfaces, but I guessed that it stood seven feet easily. It looked female, at least in the face - long auburn hair that hung in ringlets, framing its face, and the same golden eyes. It had two pairs of arms, one pair mounted below the other, and not a scrap of body hair below its neck. Four breasts bobbed gently as it breathed, and an erect cock that must have been a foot long swayed above a set of low-hanging balls. A fat pearl of precum gleamed on the head of the cock, and I gulped as the thing said in a musical alto voice, "Arn 354, this is your thirty-second. Can you truly support so many?" "I can, Blessed One," Arn said proudly. "Four of my family are now Harvesters, proud of their place in my family. This," and I groaned as she stroked my cock, "will be a welcome addition." "Very well," the 'Blessed One' said, coming closer and fondling me as Arn had, stopping when it reached my cock. Four tanned-skin hands gripped me and lifted me as if I were a rag doll, seating me on its lap. I could feel its massive cock rubbing against mine, and I shivered as it stroked my hair and eased my jaws open, tipping my head up to face it. "Yes," it crooned, "this will do nicely." Its fingers held my mouth open as it arched its back, pressing its right upper breast to my lips. "Drink," it whispered as a few dribbles and finally a jet of milk sprayed into my mouth. I choked, coughed and swallowed it down. Amazingly, it tasted incredibly sweet, with just a tiny bit of salt, and as it hit my stomach I felt pleasure. I had to have more as my guts announced to me that I was hungry, and my cock jumped. I moaned in response, lips closing over the nipple as Arn began to pace around us, chanting something in a strange language, long liquid syllables as I fed. When I drained the 'Blessed One's' right tit, it guided me to its left as I felt its precum coating my belly. Suddenly I felt another liquid warmth flowing over my chest, and its hands started to spread it over my body. Before my lips met its left nipple, I looked down - and immediately wished I hadn't. A clear substance was oozing from both of its lower breasts, and it was smearing it all over me. It felt warm, slick and sticky at the same time, and it smelled musky. My skin tingled where it had smeared the stuff, and I moaned again as another jet of milk ran into my mouth. I lay there, lips sucking that nipple as if my life depended on it, and writhing as four strong hands caressed every part of my body. I released the tit with a pop and looked up at the 'Blessed One' as its fingers slid into my crack, a finger pushing a dollop of that clear substance up into my asshole. "What are you doing?" I whispered, a thin dribble of milk and saliva hanging from my lips. It smiled, even as one hand gripped my rigid cock and I gasped, groaning as it stroked my shaft. "Converting you," it said, and continued to cover my body, even my hair, with the slick goo. It pressed my face to its left teat again, and quietly ordered, "Suckle." To my surprise, I obeyed, and as I drank it stroked my cock until I was squirming in its lap. I was just about to cum when it stopped and said, "Sleep." My eyelids drooped, and I fell asleep with a whimper of frustration, lips still touching its nipple. Dimly, I could hear Arn still chanting.