More Than Meets The Eye(Megan Fox TG)

It had been so close to working, Starscream's plan to gain control of the Decepticons only failing in twenty key spots most of which were unavoidable. So pretty darn close. Unfortunately, this meant he had the wrath of Megatron focused squarely on him, and not in the 'get abused a bit and then forgiven' kind of way. No, it was definitely the 'let me take you to the nearest junkyard and crush you into a cube' type of anger that came from five failed assassinations, a poorly devised mutiny that ended with all of his accomplices telling Megatron in detail all of his trash talk behind his back and, most damningly, his last attempt at their leader's life which involved a bunch of refrigerator magnets that merely left Megatron buggy for a bit and completely enraged. His large fingers lacked the dexterity to scrape them off thankfully, so Starscream had a chance to escape his murderous rage. However, it left him with the not so small issue of what to do now that neither side of the conflict wanted to see him living and one of the most powerful Decepticons wanted his head.

That's why he had to gamble on something incredibly risky, and somehow despite everything else that had happened, Starscream 100% believed it would pay off. The thing in question was a crystalline compound, found in one of the dug-up corpses of the first attempted landing on the planet. According to Shockwave, it might have even killed the dinosaurs! Though he hadn't really been paying attention, something about organics and a meteor and a bizarre half robot half human fossil which sounded cool. Whatever the case, they had locked it away due to 'dangerous chances of large structural corruption' which sounded a lot like a good disguise to Starscream. Besides Megatron was too cowardly to even take the small risk of 'catastrophic data corruption,' whatever that meant.

Starscream considered the crystal for a bit, unsure of how to get it to work and admittedly a bit frightened to try despite the false bravado he was trying to emit. It was only once he heard a distant explosion, a sure sign Megatron was starting his pursuit, that panic overtook any doubts. Shoving it in his mouth, he attempted crunching on it, the gem digging into the metal without breaking. The only sign of anything happening were the sparks spreading into the circuitry as the outer layer sloughed off into a liquified mess of corruptive, corrosive liquid.

"Yuck, that's bitter!" Starscream spat out the gem, nervous that nothing was happening until he noticed how strange his words were. Bitter? Why was his mouth detecting tastes like humans did? And wait, what was this liquid in his hand? A clump of metal was pulling out from the bottom of his mouth, softening as Starscream could feel his body running hotter than usual, metal shredding and reforming under the gem's influence, his systems flashing for a second that there was a virus before they were assimilated by liquid code. The energon inside was starting to strain, complex chemical reactions leading to a slow release of saliva as the clear liquid dripped from shrinking gaps in his shrinking metallic tongue, sparks flying everywhere as the interconnecting metal components of his body began to grind against one another, trying to pull themselves in tighter as if he was being crushed into a cube.

"Wait wait wait! This wasn't supposed to happen! W-Was this a trap from Megatron all along?! I'll never forgive that bastard as long as I- nnngh~!" The spots where spit had landed on his hands seemed to corrode the metal, making it more pliable as the blue of arms rusted to a tanner coloration. The oxidation proved infectious as the color slowly overtook the blue, grey and red. There was a dull buzz everywhere as metal grinded against metal, his sensory organs all amiss as the alien tongue left plenty of liquid to dribble from his mouth, the tan softness dripping from his chin and down his chest. Starscream let out an especially confused groan once the corruption had crawled up enough to reach his shoulders and back, the bases for his guns and wings crumbling away as they fell to the ground, dissolving into nothingness. The virus then kicked things up a gear, leaving the hot mess of a robot collapsed on the ground.

The grinding was adding to the already unbearable heat, virus flowing like magma in his tubes and wires, the softened durability of his metal starting to dimple as Starscream came to a horrifying conclusion. He was melting! Of course, it was hard to stay calm once he realized that death was imminent as he thrashed about the ground, crying out for help, and completely missing the ways his heat was molding his body. It wasn't just melting into a pool of scrap metal; no, the virus had much more important goals in mind. The seams of his different connecting parts soldering together into more fluid, singular pieces, the connections turning to joints as his body shrank into itself. Sensors were reconfiguring, sprouting chemical-based receptors where electrical circuits once lied while rudimentary nerve endings wormed their way through his body in complex and compact loops until a new sensation took over. At that moment, Starscream experienced physical pleasure for the first time, though the sensation perplexed as much as it pleased.

"Haa~! Oh! Ohhh~! Wh-What's happening to meeeEEEE~?!" The Decepticon's body continued to merge, the twenty-foot evildoer now condensed down to half his height. The tan sections of his face contorted with an expressiveness they never once had or needed, the virus contorting the metal around his mouth hole, bloating it as if to burst only to soften instead while the tan heated to a pinker color and plump lips puckered into existence. From there, the organics seemed to attack his head from fifty different spots, the forming sensory pieces only capable of sending signals of pleasure amidst the heat. The black headpiece framing his face melted and separated into thousands of separate kinked strands, shifting from molten metal to strips of plastic to human hair. Every spot touched by the black locks softened further, causing prickling pleasure along his metallic body as even the rusty coloration uniformed to a vibrant tan, the flow of oil and heat making the affected outer layers pulsate and hum like those of a human.

It felt marvelous as the corruption filling his mind, editing his subconscious to be a slave to the burgeoning sensations. His own cries distorted to random feminine static as his neckpiece lengthened and differentiated his chin from his body more. He gripped his head, moaning in programmed bliss as his processing power slowed to a crawl, the microchips and memory banks corrupting and swelling out their grids into differing sections of pink, bumpy material, the shape of his face softening, shrinking, feminizing with every wailed groan. Above his glowing red eyes came a melted river of metal, the thin layer softening further as some copper wiring sprouted out as tiny hairs that fluttered from fresh lids, white leaking into the outside of the red, black welling out from the middle. The red dulled to blue as screens jellified, leaving Starscream's moans huskier, almost womanly as the bridge of his nose flattened down his face, nostrils flaring as a beauty gasped atop a robot body.

"Mmm~! Nooooo I can't let this take, t-take so long!" The grating robotic sound to his voice was fading, the annoyance replaced with a sultriness that begged for more, individual pockets of pleasure spreading the flow of skin, connecting in violently euphoric sparks that made his body jolt and writhe. He was barely 7 feet now, many of the bumps and slots of his armor filled or ejected, the blocky shapes all finding new ways to curve into one another, an alluring roundness forming in the smoothing seams of tan flesh. It scared him how easily he could feel his desires being hijacked and turned against him, yet the ways in which it made his metal body erupt into a blissful cooldown more than encouraged him to give in. His hands felt up his face as the metal connectors slimmed to joints and slender fingers, causing his gauntlets and shoulders to melt further and further into slender, feminine contortions.

There was no pleasure half so divine as the sparking of new nerves, ecstasy springing up on each waggling finger, softening palm, the metal quickly succumbing to organics as smooth flesh pressed against a hot cheek, his frame bursting out like a waterlogged car as his shoulders crumbled at the heavenly touch. There was an increasingly hollow feeling inside, more fluid sloshing about his shrinking frame as all the hard cores and connectors of his melting internals condensed down, somehow losing density as virus spread alongside the growing interconnected highway. Wires and microchips were blending into a vaguely yellow core, draining the fluids from orange chest tank as they softened to a core of bone marrow, the outer metal finishing their own contortions to bone. He could no longer get up, his body far too heavy for the weaker internal support to lift. Though, he barely had room to complain once his height finished reducing down to almost 1/4 of his original size. The new five foot humanoid was once more left moaning as his chestplate began to rumble.

The red bumpers had long since turned to tan, leaving the black squares to collapse and pucker, the edges twisting around into rudimentary nipples. His main motor shuddered as it began to filter away the oil pumping through it, splitting into four fleshy chambers. It all was new to him, flesh rubbing against flesh sparking more erotic sensations, a building need that he had no idea how to satisfy, only knowing that rubbing the stiff peaks on his chest felt amazing and made the need all the more urgent. There was a loud snap, like rebar breaking under stress, as the gravity efficient formation of his back popped inwards, an unnatural curve that shattered the remnants of his orange chest chamber, absorbing it into the tan flesh as soft fatty tissue. Instinct drove Starscream's hands as they rubbed the suddenly surging lumps, the need growing unbearable as pleasure wracked through every corner of his transitioned body, his top half gyrating as pressure mounted between his thighs.

Synapses were frying, unable to keep up with the pure power of his changes, crumbling away as the virus tweaked his ambitions, changing his desires to something just as showy and powerful, though with significantly less responsibilities than the ruler of the Decepticons. Even the way he was moaning was elevated, lustful squeals and moans coming naturally, sexy enough to send a priest running for a bathroom break and expressive enough to put most porn stars to shame. This body was showing him how to love it, how to pleasure the radically shifting pieces, and it all came to a head once the large shoulder pads, still awkwardly stretching up like dislocated bones, were absorbed straight into his chest.

The virus had already easily consumed his midsection, leaving his nipples hungrily suctioning in more and more of the converted metal until his stomach had puckered into an alluring navel with curves that blended awkwardly with the blockier bottoms. Not that he cared, of course. The world seemed centered on his nipples and a strange spot between his legs, his codpiece pressing harder and harder against the pressure that had formed there, his hips bucking as he futilely thrusted up into the air, begging for release. Unfortunately, the maddening pleasure only grew, the shoulder pads fully absorbing, liquifying, thickening under his chest as two large, voluptuous breasts jostled under his hands, leaving the last of the bulk in his abdomen rattling around before compressing into a fit tummy.

His sensual shrieks were becoming more like wails as that horribly wonderful pressure under the codpiece kept mounting, the fleshified bits starting to dimple as pure lust wracked his systems, thoroughly deleting concepts and identities. Even his identity as a male came under attack as a system of 01's became 00's then XX's. There was a creaking sound, below, Starscream desperate as his hands left his breasts to try and guide the pressure, scratching at the softening codpiece, moaning louder and louder as his nails scraped against the tightly packed area. Jabbing both thumbs down on the most tender spot of the pressure, he shrieked as he felt it fully melt into him, the metal not just melding but penetrating as inky black driblets began to dot and dribble from the half formed hole. His lower chassis plowed into him, causing the Decepticon to squeal as he felt it fuck him, boring deeper and deeper, carving a wide, throbbing channel that desperately wriggled inside. Oil proceeded to shoot out in pressurized jets as he felt it carve out channels for life, the utter bliss driving the last of his masculinity from his hard drive as his fingers found HER new slit spreading open, the final stages running through her as she left her robotic life behind.

"Ohhhh fuuuuck yessss~..." All of that unneeded weight and density was gushering out, tons of oil escaping her pussy with every inwards thrust of her fingers, the bulk of her lower hips now curved and converted to springy, buoyant fat. It felt like the Afterspark, each bump of her rear swelling as she continued to cum away her knowledge, her ambition, her self. Any part left unchanged was rapidly draining, her blocky feet siphoning down to an inner beauty, creating four indents separating the ends into individual toes, each one adorable and manicured with shining white gloss. It was an endless orgasm, the final spurts of mechanics unable to fight against the pleasure of the organic, causing her legs to kick as knees formed. Her calves were now curved and tapering off to her slim heels, giving her thighs a wobble as they finished inflating. Eventually, the oil was cleansed and the only fluids leaving her pussy were clear, washing her oil darkened fingers clean. The woman stumbled to her feet, groaning as one final orgasm left her thighs slick and her body exhausted, but utterly satisfied.

The new woman let her mind settle, allowing for some last-minute adjustments to process themselves. Like a name. She still recalled wanting to replace Megatron, whoever that was, her mind taking the first half and adding an N to the end. But as fine and dandy as that was, there was something far more important to take care of: she was filthy! Every nook of her body was covered in the oil past two clear streaks down her legs. Thankfully, the houses nearby seemed empty, giving her ample time to break into a first-floor bathroom and fully wash off. There was no worry of consequence, her reckless streak now combined with the confidence to believe she literally owned the place. She'd be a big enough star soon anyways, and if someone came home and intruded on her using their bathroom, well they should just consider themselves lucky their bland lives had been gifted by her presence.

Thankfully, her cleaning had gone unhindered, her body still rather aroused from the newness of everything, her core temperature a bit elevated from the now harmless organics virus, well harmless to humans at least. The only interruption came at the tail end of the whole endeavor, the house rumbling as she dried off. Some angry, mechanized voice was screaming for a Starscream, the name and voice ringing a bell as she slipped on a bikini she scavenged from one of the other rooms, for some reason not surprised at all to see a multi ton angry grey robot on the warpath, analyzing the large oil slick she had come from. Though a fun thought did emerge, either born from her past self or a virus's natural desire to spread to more hosts, her subconscious sending her out there while the behemoth robot angrily scanned for signs of its target.

The idea fully formed when she spotted the crystal, picking it out from the muck before a spike of pleasure pulsed through her. The virus guided her as it converted all the crude oil to water on it, leaving it pure and clear of deformities as she gave it a slight bite, letting its viral load double inside. Megatron didn't care for the human, minding her much the same a person would mind an ant five feet away. He could tell that traitor was alive and somewhere nearby, though he'd prefer to have their lifeless corpse in front of himself already. Starscream barely justified the effort in hunting them down, but he couldn't let such insubordination go, even if it was from such a pathetic bother. If he had paid attention, he might have noticed the one sign of her former self tattooed down her side, a series of serial numbers and identifiers whose ink had remained due to a quirk in the virus. The woman quickly made her presence quite known when she tossed the crystal into Megatron's gaping mouth, grinning as she heard it tumble down his insides.

"WHAT?! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE ACCOMPLISHING, PUNY HUMAN?! I SHALL STOMP YOU INTO THE GROUND, YOU INSOLENT- ERGGH! MMPH! WH-WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO- OHH~ M-MEEEeee~?!" It didn't take long to see the desired effects of the crystal hit, leaving the menacing robot stumbling about drunkenly, groaning as his advanced systems blinded his vision with pop-up warning notices of corruption and impending reconfiguration. Again, Megan only had flickers of her past subconscious left over, but even with those fading smidges, it pleased her greatly to watch this towering, imposing being start to crumble and shrink, the squealing friction of his collapsing metal frame like music to her ears.

Attempting to purge the virus from its systems, Megatron's outer layer struggled to focus all the corruption there and shed it, the virus’ code already hopelessly muddled as the outer metal shifted to various grey and red polymers, an oversized jumpsuit that pulled tight to his collapsing frame, somehow proving stronger than his softening metal body as it compressed him down and down. Soon enough, the Decepticon leader was rapidly cocooned until his writhing form began to curve into more shapely arrangements, their furious roars fading to panicked cries, and finally pleasured whimpers. Their head was left spinning, neurons attacking and converting censors, oil filtering out the copper wiring into hemoglobin, a nauseous spread of soft tissue and flesh corrupting programming and overtaking the mutable hallways of his internals into something stagnant and sensual. In only a minute, the towering behemoth, dread to galaxies had shrunken down to roughly the same size as Megan. The humanoid robot quivered as he noticed the woman approaching, a naughty smirk on her face that somehow sent a charge of arousal in the robots softening cod piece, the first feeling of want devoid of power in his existence.

"S-Stay away from me human! Rghh! What's happening to my vocal- Ohh~no~! Don't do that! What is this…this sensation?" It was unthinkable for the mighty Megatron to ever bow before a meager human's strength, but his body was betraying him. Every spot glossed over by the half-naked woman's hands softened further, sensitizing to porcelain colored flesh, pale and receptive to the slightest pinch. And that’s exactly what Megan did. She then went on to rub his body, tweak it, shape it in the broadest sense as the confused robot was led through its first foray of foreplay. It was Megan's first time as well, but much like how rabies will guide its host towards its desired outcome, the woman instinctively knew how to best abuse the softening robot's nervous system to drive him crazy and give his form an increasingly feminine bent. It was fun to hear his metallic voice quiver from its deep synthesized baritone to a natural high alto thanks to the crushing of his thick metal into a proper neck devoid of masculinity or mechanical influence. And now that he had a proper sexy voice, it was time to make him use every register of it.

Megan dragged him into a kiss, virus running in every drop of her saliva, oxidizing the cold metal exterior to warm, pulsating flesh. Thick lips and teeth formed while the hot sensation of life made Megatron putty in her hands, leading her to hug his midsection into a taut waist, the robot's spine coming in pre arched. All of Megatron's synapses were firing, the internal backups better preserved than Starscream’s, though they were melded into the pink matter replacing his mental hard drives. The rest of his new brain quivered in delight as he began to return the kiss, sucking in as much virus as he could, moaning as his visual screens jellified to eyes with the irises bright red, white flecks spiraling out his skull as a fine cover of greyish white hair. Megan found this new human face much sexier as she watched the flesh tone spread down a forming collarbone, running over his chest. Time to get steamy.

"This'll rock your robotic world hun." Her captive lover seemed to not be listening due to being hungry for more affection and annoyed that she had paused their make out session to speak. Though that annoyance swiftly rocketed to uncontrolled ecstasy as Megan's mouth moved down to his chest, puckering the softening metal into a fleshy lump, leaving all of those sensors and nodes condensed into a hardening flesh pleasure button that Megan proceeded to press relentlessly. Her hands weren't being lazy either, her nails scraping against the underside, right where she knew a forming slit would soon appear, teasing the tensing, unbearably sensitive flatness there as her mouth moved to other side. Megatron gasped as the shockwaves blasted a path through every last defense he possessed, both nipples swelling out into fleshy, needy sacks.

He could feel his memories burning, even the deeply hidden backups speared by unbearable pleasure, the fading sound of unseen file corrupted messages a death knell to who he had been, and she just didn't give a shit as her underside buckled, the fabric tearing as Megan's fingers slipped inside of her. Her nails clawed open the channel, causing screws and oil to shoot out in spurts of pleasured release as something broke in her head. Her name became corrupted, gender eviscerated, the final piece of mental robotics being merged before going on the fritz. Her language settings cycled through various options, her wails shifting in accent and intonation before it settled to Chinese. Her lover couldn’t understand her pleas for it to stop, nor notice when they turned into begged demands for more as her body expelled oil in thick, globby spurts, the color darkening her hair, her eyes, some churning into fat. Megan found her partner's chest swelling into moldable globules that perked under her tongue's caresses.

The oil slicks of their lovemaking were growing increasingly clear as the virus turned it to vaginal fluids that were spurting out with even greater frequency as Megan's fingering grew faster before her partner wrapped her legs around her. Now fully accepting the changes, they ran through her remaining parts with ease, fat swelling into her plump rear, thickening her thighs, cum drenching her curving legs as it fell between the cracks of her wriggling toes. She screamed pleased Chinese exclamations that were quickly silenced by Megan's tongue as the last tweaks ran through her cumming partner. The oil slick was now a clear white fluid, hardening on the ground as her new compatriot fell to the ground, fingering herself as a new desires arose. A new life flashed inside her mind, a final spurt announcing her rebirth.

Li turned to her fellow actress, both horny still and filled with a burning clump of virus. They no longer had any silly aspirations of taking over the world by force. The duo were content to use their sex appeal and acting talent to take over Hollywood and the hearts of the world, the two girls aware that the other shared the same dream. However, they wanted more far than just a duo; they required a full acting company. The two were drawn to the smell of motor oil and metal, the cries of their forgotten Decepticon brethren drawing them in, a rare occurrence of the flame finding the moth first. All they needed to do was brush one of those hulking metal bodies with their fluids and they'd soon discover the pleasure of the flesh and the beauty of compact, sleek, femininity. They couldn't wait to see what shape they'd take, and if one of those do gooders from their rival agency appeared during the festivities, well…they'd be happy to share the ecstasy with their rivals until all were one.

The base held no defenses against humans, all the detectors focused on robots. Their bare feet barely made a sound as they flicked their fingered juices onto the panicked robots, hardly caring about this Megatron person they kept referring to or the Starscream guy they seemed to blame for his disappearance. It was only as the first few began to buckle, legs weakening by the second, that they started to take notice, virus threading through their robotic bodies like a virulent chainmail amongst middle aged parents. They pounced onto their fallen brethren, moaning as they felt metal soften, fat swell, oil splosh about. Once their moans harmonized, it was onto the next, until all of them were infected, some falling as their systems malfunctioned, escape attempts thwarted by humanizing, merging limbs.

The Decepticons vanished that day, though they were hardly gone for good. The area would soon be renowned for hordes of sexy, bitchy actresses and their multi-million-dollar franchises involving sci-fi robots. It was the talk of many a gossip columnist how chummy they were, many wondering if they were more than just friends behind the scenes. Of course, with such a powerful, relentless virus, and an eventual lack of hosts, it eventually had to mutate. One curious male paparazzi inadvertently became the unknown vector for the end of masculinity on earth. After sneaking into the compound to take risque photos, digging through their trash, the man began to feel an oncoming cold, swelling around their lips, their nipples, their throat feeling full of something. The girls eventually found him writhing, screaming in wild ecstatic convulsions as his cock slipped inside, a sweaty sister left behind that they figured was some random thing that had visited the planet only to remain an inhabitant.

The next day, their shoot had to be delayed as cameramen and various extras began to come down with something, causing them all to leave early. Many were oddly aroused as males could already feel their cocks pressing tightly into them, supermodel looks breaking out from under their faces. Soon society would fall, governments would crumble, the world would change, and in every one of them an acting agency would rise. And so, despite her many past failures, the former Starscream ironically ended up ruling the world. Maybe not in any way she could have predicted, though given her harem of sexy sisters, there wasn't a single complaint to be found once the virus had its way.