A TRANSFORMATION STORY IN SPACE ABOUT TWO DUDES BECOMING TWO BUSTY BOY SPACE FURRIES IN SPACE! COMMISSIONED BY NILL
Green construction grade lasers slid through the crater ridden plates of the ship. With a steady hand, the space suit clad floating worker created a well practiced and manageable slice from this hulking armor. In the void of space he was easily able to use his gravity manipulator device on his glove to wrap the extracted shard in a thin veil of blue and move it to the side. It fluttered steadily along, floating absently in the void until it neared an active ship that looked just as abandoned as the one the man was salvaging. It automatically reached out a pair of metallic limbs and grabbed on to the metal place. Then, it lifted it towards the heavy bin attached to the ship filled with dozens of equal shape and congruent sized panels.
CHRK. CHRK. The metal arms froze half-rise. The man groaned. His black metal boots shot a hiss of blue plasma and hurriedly floated him back to the apparatus. “God damn it Gwin the things broken again!”
An audible static hiss sounded over the man’s speaker. Gwin cleared his throat on mic and said, “Well, give it another start. We’ll swap ships before we leave.”
“Fair, fair. Alright, give me a sec!” He floated the rest of the way to the device and took out his multi device. He slid the holographic portion inside one of the joints and twisted. The fallback immediately started and the broken works refound their grounding. It spun once or twice and made the most concerning noise a ship could make before finally raising the metal the rest of the way. With the only satisfying click in the entire process, the scrap was stored in the bin and the lid sealed.
A fair deal of the salvaged ship still remained, but it was considered pretty rude to take the whole thing in the free zone. Contract jobs, sure, go ham, but this stuff should always be treated delicately. The only time it was acceptable to take on a whole ship was if you were swapping.
The door to the ship opened with a pressure releasing hiss. Then, the exterior door shut behind it. The man released his helmet and set it aside. He had short pink hair with cute bangs and a little extra length on the sides. He’d be easy to mistake with, well, most girls at bars around these parts. The interior door of the air lock opened and inside was a slightly buff dude with short blonde hair with shaved sides and a short top. He was gruffer looking, a little scar on his cheek and eye giving him a charm point that was hard to deny, at least in bars around these parts.
“Hey,” The blond man, Gwin, said. “Yeah, we definitely are done with this ship. We burned through half our fuel just idling. That should’ve lasted us another two jumps.”
“Good riddance honestly, this one just sucked,” The pink haired man sighed and laid on the old couch in the living quarters. “Fuck this sucks,” He wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked over at Gwin with a sigh. “The places we’ve been salvaging haven’t been all that good either. Let’s jump to the next site and see if they actually have a ship worth grabbing.”
Gwin nodded and headed for the controls at the front of the ship. “Sure thing boss, you write the checks.”
The ship prepared to enter hyper space. The pink haired man, Elis, sat up and buckled in. Metallic groans filled the air. The ship itself braced as the engines swirled to life and soon everything faded out and THWOOOOOOOOO—
–OOOOOOSH!!! They arrived! The ship orbited outside a space station covered in faded neon lights and abandoned broken hallways like the stump arms of a statue. The pair boarded the ship and worked with one of the androids aboard.
Unfortunately, with their current budget, there was but a single ship that suited their needs. Elis’s jaw dropped when the android showed them the interior. Pink carpet and dark black tile. A literal minor stage near the center back of the habitation with a stripper pole that reached the ceiling and shimmered like a mirror. Besides that, the interior was retro. Older TV, older couched, gaming consoles from way before either of the twos’ time.
“Well…” Elis smiled nervously and looked over at Gwin. Gwin shook his head.
“Just for a bit. Then we scrap it.” Gwin walked inside, not amused. Elis followed closely behind.
He knew how to cheer his friend up, focus on the practicals and the positives. “Hey hey, look! Says here that the ship has a minor adaptation system! They stopped trying to make those after the Titan Mall Crisis!”
“The space mall that turned everyone inside it into—”
“Yeah, that one! I always wanted an adaptive habitat. It means the ship AI will be paying attention to everything we do and make adjustments. Like turn the heat up in the morning and down at night. Or maybe make the mattress a bit firmer! It’s nanotech!”
Ah, the old catchall. Nanotech was basically magic a hundred or so years ago. But then The Second Titan Mall Criss came and… Well, needless to say it wasn’t as employed as it used to be.
With their new ship in tow the duo took to space. It took a bit for Gwin to get a handle on the engines and for Elis to figure out how to get their salvaging tech on the ship, but once they got the hang of it they were fairly confident they could handle this new ship.
Elis, however, was very pleased the next day at their first stop when the pair got to see the exterior. “Look!” He pointed at the rigging for the storage. “The arms got fixed!” Elis activated it and they watched as the first time in forever that the scavengers arms ceaselessly and smoothly followed their tracks and successfully clicked in place.
“Wow!” Gwin put an arm on Elis’s shoulder and tugged him in close for a playful squeeze. “Hah! Damn, nanotech really had its uses!”
“Damn straight!” Elis nuzzled his helmet against Gwin’s pec. Gwin laughed and fiercely pushed Elis away, letting him do a full rotational float.
“Alright, alright, get away from me, you can’t get that close,” But Gwin was laughing all the while. The pair went off to their stations.
Gwin floated off to one of the smaller ships while Elis was off on his own with a larger one they were going to salvage. They were mostly grabbing hull for now since freezone ships usually already have all their hyper valuables and weightless mechanisms stripped away. Gwin raised his laser saw and sliced through a segment of the smaller ship’s hull. He held the laser forward but felt a certain tension.
It started at his chest but the feeling of a squeeze, of a warm pain spread across his arms and ached in his upper arms. He was hesitating to keep himself focused as he felt something else… The warmth where Elis had rubbed against him. For some reason he couldn’t get his mind off that. He grumbled and finished slicing a sloppy rectangle with a few too many corners and slanted lines.
No, no, he wasn’t thinking that way was he? He used his gravity bit to grab the plate and slowly brought it over to the ship.
All the while, Elis had gotten through a few plates fresh from the ship. He was focused, perhaps a little too focused. He finished the last plate and turned to bring it over to the ship.
“Hey!” Gwin waved as Elis came over. “Good work, wow that’s more plates than usual!”
“Just in a good mood I guess!” Elis smirked. He turned quick, intending to get right back to it. Gwin’s eyes darted down…
Elis was back at the ship, slicing away another few plates. But Gwin… He was alone with his ship, plasma cutter floating next to him, suspended and clung to his suit with a loose strap tied around his suit. His gloved hands pushed against his space suit at the crotch.
Was… was Elis’s butt always that nice? Like, yeah they saw a lot of each other, but it wasn’t always that perky right? Elis had been working out lately and had changed his diet up a bit. Elis used to be a spoiled rich kid and now he was lithe and pretty and… Gwin struggled with his thoughts and the tension in his chest was getting concerning.
Elis wasn’t doing much better, but he was working much harder. “That praise… felt so nice!” He huffed so hard he fogged up his visor. “I need to impress him even harder! I want him to be proud of me!” He rushed back over to the ship with his heavy pile of plates. He placed it in front of the ship to be grabbed and flew back as quick as he could to the ship to get back to slicing. As he floated through space he noticed his suit was hugging him way tighter than usual. Well, he had been sneaking a few more snacks lately…
Eventually the pair returned, both worked up too much in their own directions to say anything. A thousand thoughts raged in their eyes as they boarded the ship. It was pretty hard to relax when the ship you entered had a stripper pole dead center. Elis would normally strip right out of his space suit but he was trying to hide the thing throbbing between his legs that he swore he could feel reach his belly button. Gwin was much the same.
“I need to um…”
“Yeah, um…” Gwin turned and darted for the control room. Elis darted for the bathroom.
Fuck! He normally didn’t like to take off his space suit in the bathroom but he needed to be not even slightly viewable. There were cameras in the main room and he knew Gwin could look through them. Elis tugged his helmet off and set it down on the toilet seat. He awkward raised a leg and set the boot down on the sink. He carefully slid his hand through all the securers and slid the boot off. He squinted as the covered foot below showed. Was there something sticking through his interior space suit? His feet just looked weirdly sharp.
When he unzipped the space suit he noticed how… bulging his chest looked. Both of his pecs looked very inflated and swollen. He prodded one and moaned right into the sink and fogged the bottom of the mirror. He looked up at the mirror and saw strange white blotches growing across his chest. He prodded at them. Soft feeling. Not dissimilar to fur, but artificial. “What the hell…?”
“What the fuck?” Gwin kept squeezing his own pecs as they grew in his palms. Strange blotches were growing across his chest, confusing him. “That… that’s so weird. Ugh, I need to get this looked at. Is there some sort of sickness on this ship? Bacteria?” He opened the map and started looking for something… Well there were a few hospital stations nearby. They would have to make two jumps at least. So one jump to recharge for a few minutes, and then one more.
Gwin raised the intercom—
Just as Elis was giving in. His hands were wrapped around his hard cock, hungrily jerking off. “Yesss… oh heck yes… f-fudge!” He shook his head. “I can’t stop thinking about his big—”
“ATTENTION, ELIS!”
“HHHRGH?!” Elis tripped his foot off the sink, flipped the helmet, and ended up finishing it. He squirted the last drop of his load inside with as his hand released his trembling long cock.
“We’re about to make a jump. Need to make an emergency trip to the hospital. I suggest something is wrong with me. You don’t need to worry so just stay put. Over and out.” The intercom went silent. Elis sighed and looked down… and watched as his limp, spent cock pulsed, throbbed, and raised again to full mast, ready to go all over again. It was bigger now. It was needier.
Elis blushed, his suit zipped back up, skin tight, and sat on the only chair in the living quarters with hyper jump belts. He slid the belt on over his chest and clicked it in to place and slowly waited for the jump to begin… The wait was a little longer than he was expecting. His bored hand went to his cock bulge. Inside that suit it was still so sensitive and soft to the touch. His other hand played with his chest, squeezing into the disc of muscle settled above the fat. It kept getting softer and softer, his hand raising higher as he felt more and more to squeeze.
THWOOO—Elis braced himself, eyes squinting through the blinding speed as he saw his fat growing tits bob rapidly infront of him, growing so fast that the old buckle began to become undone. He gasped and tried to hold it down. His ears grew longer and longer, moving to the top of his head. “Wait wait wait what’s—”
–OOOOOSH!!! Hyper space ended and Elis went FLYING from his seat, falling over himself. When he went to stand up his heavy needy tits weighed him down, struggling to push himself up off the floor with how big they got.
Gwin groaned, watching the recharge screen fill. During the jump the blotches had spread but not by a lot. He figured out what it was, too. The ship wasn’t just adapting itself, it was adapting everything. And this ship… it didn’t just have any nanobots. It had THE nanobots. This isn’t a normal ship, it was an entertainment transport for The Titan Mall, known for its various crises!
And at that mall, during its second crisis…
The door to the pilot’s room opened. Gwin frantically zipped his suit up over his bloated pecs and gave a nervous smile. “Elis, stay back I might be contagious—” Gwin old had enough time to look back before Elis slammed his fat tits into Gwin’s face. Gwin’s voice was muffled.
Elis moaned. “It is. Oh my gosh is it!” Elis rubbed his bunny ears as they grew long and pink and fur spread across his face. “Oh it feeeeeels soooo good! C’mon, c’mon, please tell me I did a good job!”
The tits lowered and Gwin’s face was twisted into a grin as a furry black mask spread across his face. “You did… r-really good Elis…” Gwin shook his head. “Hey, listen, we can’t do this… We need to get to the hospital. We’re just one more jump away and…”
Elis unzipped Gwin’s space suit. Gwin, this strong strong man, squirmed and moaned as his sensitive cock was exposed to the air. Elis panted on it and Gwin practically came right there and then.
“One tit job,” Elis said, wrapping his fat melons around that growing cock. “If you cum after that battery recharges, we get fixed. If you cum before…” Elis raised his tits up and slammed them down. Gwin practically cried out, squirting pre out the tip. “Oh yess, big guy do it for me! C’mon, cum quick!”
“F-fuck you Elis!” Gwin purred.
“Exactly, Gwin! Praise me pleaaase!” Elis insisted. “Tell me my tits are… are…”
“So warm…” Gwin’s voice was exhausted, excited, surrendering his defenses and just admitting it. “God damn so warm and soft and nice and I just wanna—” Elis slammed his tits up and down harder, he wrapped his tongue around the tip, he slurped so loud and so needy. The battery didn’t even get close. Gwin came.
He filled Elis’s face. Gwin watched as Elis swallowed and covered the rest of his face in fur. Elis climbed on to Gwin’s lap, shocked at how big Gwin’s raccoon tits had grown. Gwin giggled, his voice a bit higher pitched now but not too much.
“Fuck getting fixed,” Gwin laughed.
“Let’s get worse.”
“So much worse!” Gwin lifted his boy toy and slammed Elis down on to his fat dick. Elis mewled, his bubbly ass swallowing that fat cock hungrily.
“Oh gosh yes, oh my—” Elis’s face was covered.
“Just swear, it’s embarssing.” Gwin lifted his hand.
Elis smiled, riding hard as he can. “FUCK, yes!”
Gwin pushed Elis on to the control deck and slammed back and forth. If they broke anything the ship would fix itself over night. Elis’s tits bobbed up and down, Gwin’s own doing the same. He leaned forward and pressed their fat colorful boobs together into a tight and warm hug bouncy hug.
Then they kissed on the lips. “MMmph!” Elis giggled. “Never kissed a boy before!”
“Same…” Gwin laughed, plowing ever steady. His hands grasped wider across the ship as he walked forward to slide his dick forward as far inside as it would go. Finally, he rammed with a sudden flurry of thrusts and finished inside his new playmate.
The pair giggled as cum oozed out over the controls, filling the spaces between the buttons and levers. Elis grabbed his pink bunny ear and nibbled on it cutely, nervously.
“So… we’re staying like this?” Elis asked. “Can’t really get good salvaging work like this.”
“No…” Gwin smiled. “But I know what we can be.”
It was only a few days later. The ship was packed with more guys than you might figure you could fit inside. Drinks were served and lights were low. Spotlights shined on the center stage. From one side, a ringed tail grasped the pole, and from another a bunny paw emerged. The pair swung together, two fat titted, fat dicked guys. They slid over the pole and swirled around each other until their lewd orbits drew so close that their shimmering thong clad bulges and barely bra contained boobs smooshed together.
The credits went flying across the stage as the two laughed and eagerly looked out over the audience. They could already see one of the guys rubbing his chest as scales sprouted across his neck. The two needed money, of course! But there was something extra exciting about spreading it…
The Third Titan Mall Crisis had begun.
