The Unknown - Three Friends and the (...) Starship (12)

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 12 - Resistance... (is futile)

Daniel was lying against the lounger of sorts, with Paola still sucking his hugh erected cock. He was so drowned in the pleasuring of Paola's fleshy wet lips and feeling her long lascivious tongue curl around the shaft of his member, that he didn't even realize when or why they were no longer on the lounger. Everything was spinning around him. The pleasure was suffocating him. The heat that invaded his body made him feel weak. Or was it the pleasure that was choking his mind and clouding his senses?

"Give me your juices," Paola was telling him, while keeping the head of Daniel's cock resting on her lips. "Unload everything into my mouth."

Daniel felt trapped in the middle of a nightmare, to which he was becoming addicted. His friend's body had changed so much... he, or better she, now had the look of an elf, with the most exotic and erotic female body imaginable, straight out of a bizarre fantasy story. Paola, with eager lips, was sucking his cock, while her hands were kneading Daniel's new breasts. And this made him aware, that his body was following the same transformation process as that of his friend. Although unlike Paola, Daniel still had a cock.

"Daniel, please," Paola started to say in a porn star voice, between licks and sucks with her sensual lips. "Give me your sperm, this body is torturing me, it wants you to cum inside me, as many times as possible."

Daniel was unable to say anything. He could only stare in suffocated pleasure at Paola's changes. Her appearance was still anthropomorphic, but she no longer looked human. Her skull had elongated, her now pointed ears showed on the sides of the hood. Her eyes seemed to glow red from inside. On her head there had appeared lumps and ripples, as if she had tufts of hair piled up under the hood of the suit. Some strands hung down over her alien looking face, starting to cover her cheeks.

Stranger still, Daniel found her increasingly sexualy attractive and almost irresistible. Startled, Daniel then looked up and saw himself in one of the cabin's mirrors. In his reflection, there was almost nothing left of who he had been earlier.

His body still looked human, even though he was beginning to have features similar to Paola's. He still had a human-like appearance, including his head, where he still had his own hair. Unlike Paola, whose ponytail, in which her hair had been tied back, now only looked like an ornament of the suit.

Daniel still had his cock, much bigger and longer than before. But the rest of his body, no longer resembling a man's, was now feminine, voluptuous, and impossible to pass unnoticed. His hips were wide. His waist was narrow. His torso seemed to have shrunk. And his face was subtly beginning to have elfen features as well.

"This isn't right..." Daniel began to say, grabbing his head. "I must fight... resist... this is not me..."

Daniel regained some of his sanity and pushed Paola away. Then a slight headache came over him. He grabbed his head trying to fight against what had clouded his thoughts and what was changing him. As he managed to concentrate and resist, the headache became more painful, throbbing. He started to leave the cabin, and with clumsy steps he reached the corridor, the sound of his heels sounding on the metal and producing a slight echo on the empty walls of the ship.

"No!" he heard Paola shout behind him, from the floor. "You must not resist, Our Mistress wants us to be resilient and obedient!"

Daniel ignored him, as he advanced towards the exit of that cabin. And as he did so, he noticed that walking seemed to help him. And so Daniel concentrated even more on the walking. On taking one step after another. Placing one foot in front of the other. He was not going to stop. He was not stopping, even though his body felt limp, as if it were totally exhausted. Maybe so much pleasure had exhausted him...

Mmmm, the pleasure... this pleasure that the suit gave him... his body needed to keep feeling it... he wanted more, he wanted to submit himself in exchange for an infinite orgasmic pleasure...

Everything was spinning around him, he didn't know where the top and the bottom were, he had to lean against the wall. He felt that there was not enough oxygen in that corridor and to top it all... that heat... That exotic and sweet heat, was consuming him and pushing him to surrender. The pain he felt was spreading and increasing, clouding his mind. His still fully erect cock throbbed and begged for relief. His breasts longed for Paola's touch.

The name DANIELA now danced in his mind, as he moved forward like a model despite feeling exhausted. It was so innate and natural, moving on those shoes with their high thin heels. It began to feel strangely normal to look female, to think of himself as a woman.

"Why is this happening to me?" he whimpered to himself, as he stopped leaning against the side of the aisle and hugged himself to feel some human contact and relief from the pain and confusion. "This outfit makes me wish I was like... like... Oh Gods... shit! I wish I could change more... why can't I...?

The pain was no longer just in his head, he felt it in every joint, bone and muscle. Especially every rib hurt, when he breathed and more so when he moaned. Even so, Daniel still felt extreme pleasure coming from the suit as it continued to stimulate him. Also he felt very wet from sweating inside the suit, because of the heat. And felt it getting tighter and tighter, giving him an ever more accentuated female body.

The suit had become his prison. And his, ever stronger, urges became his jailer and the pain the warden of that prison.

Suddenly Daniel heard a rustling. At first it came from all directions. It was an echo that he couldn't make out, but he recognized the voice immediately, even though it sounded echoey. Daniel looked in all directions in confusion, but as he heard the voice, his body seemed to give him some respite. And suddenly, that voice seemed to come from the same direction where he had been going, seemingly at random. Daniel looked down the hallway, hearing that voice in his head calling him. The name Daniela sounded clearer and clearer, urging him on.

Daniel did his best to ignore that voice and resist... he wanted to stop giving in, he felt like he was in a movie scene. But, like an insect that has seen the light, he could not resist heading for the source, and Daniel felt completely hypnotized by that whisper, like a siren's song, that he seemed to hear coming from far away.

"Daniela..." he said to himself without realizing it. "I love the name Daniela..."


to be continued...