The Unknown - Three Friends and the (...) Starship (14)

IMPORTANT NOTE: Everything that appears here, in this story, only exists in my mind, anything that resembles reality is coincidence or fortuitous. . .

( hopefully there will be many of these 💓, or not, who knows 😭 )

THREE FRIENDS AND THE (IMPERIAL) SPACE-ELF STARSHIP

Part 14 - Paola's Evolution

Paola lay on the floor for a while... She was so frustrated at having been rejected by Daniela and her body was so excited and hot, that all she could do was touch herself, stimulate herself, moan and wonder why Daniela wasn't filling her hungry and insatiable pussy. Filling it with the only thing that could calm that heat that consumed her pussy, the cock of a Mistress of the Empire. Or, in the opposite case, punishing her if she had done something wrong.

She was still able to remember the time when she had not been a slave, when she had been a male of a decadent, non-resilient species, a disgusting, independent, free individual. The more she stimulated herself with her greedy hands and kneaded the most sensitive spots of her body, the more she hated who she had been, and the inferior race to which Paolo belonged. Even the fact that she still had a name was most unbecoming for something, like her, who should consider herself a mere slave and feel privileged for it.

"Fuck!" she said to herself, feeling the unleashed pleasure building charge like electricity between her skin and the rubbery fabric of her slave uniform. "Nothing compares to this pleasure... oh my Empress... don't let me cum... I like this frustrating pleasure... I want to overcharge my body and lose my mind, so I can be a better servant... one of your most loyal servants..."

And just at that moment she heard a strange voice... unknown and unfamiliar... it was not her divine Mother of the Empire... nor Daniela's... or the Captain's... It was different... and at the same time irresistible. Paola stood up feeling a flood of sensations. The soft fabric of the rubber on her skin felt like a loving caress as she started moving. The strength of the tight embrace of the suit on her body was modeling her figure to perfection.

But her suit was also changing, not at the same pace as Paola, since that alien fullsuit was designed to produce changes in the beings who wore it. Molding and modifying her body, until she looked like a similar version, but inferior to the children and servants of the Empress.

Now that her body was properly sexed, the sheath that once enveloped Paolo's male member was now lining the walls of her pussy, making it insatiable. And the bulge, once barely perceptible in her ass, was now a dildo penetrating her asshole, which seemed to be sinking deeper and deeper while getting bigger. The new formed hollow dildo penetrating her eager pussy also seemed to grow longer and wider with every step.

There was only one sound now on the ship, and it was the best sound in the universe, her long, narrow, slender suit heels. Paola advanced along the endless corridors of the Imperial Spaceship. As that sound mingled with her moans, Paola kept hugging herself. How could she have lived as a human without feeling that pleasure that made her submissive and resilient? How did she not go insane enduring her freedom? Echoes of questions that were drowned out by her slave uniform. With every burst of pleasure from every step, movement or gesture.

As a slave Paola was normally not allowed to have children, but in spite of that, she was going to try incessantly to have one, having an irresistible urge to breed. It was what drove her, what made her desire to collect as much semen from her Empress' loyal troops as possible. And there was no better feeling for her than having her eager, hungry pussy filled with cum. Even better than all the members pumping in and out, smashing and stimulating her pussy. Really important was only them unloading inside her. Getting to have her pussy so full that their juices were leaking out from between her pussy lips was what she lived for.

The voice she now heard was guiding her, hypnotic and sensual. Sweeter and more addictive than what her body claimed from her. That's why she was able to deny her insatiable desire to be fucked and keep moving. Paola, without really knowing where she was going, followed those echoes, which she could really only hear inside her head. Without her even realizing that the suit had sealed her in. Her face ended up being completely covered and the last changes to her biology and morphology were being completed.

Without knowing it, she was moving towards the final plan the ship had for her... and with each step, her new sex was becoming more and more fertile, and her enlarged uterus capable of holding as many inseminated eggs as it was able to store sperm. But there was still something that prevented her from being what the Empress needed...


to be continued...