Slippery Smooth and Swollen (TFTG)

Slippery Smooth and Swollen

 

A Story Trade with Skies of Silver

Story and outline by Skies of Silver

Written by Duhad

CW: Mild Sexism - Unwilling Permanent Change - Mental Changes - Pregnancy - Karmic Bad End

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The crackle of a radio replaced the faint hum of star ship engines as a blue gold planet loomed from the darkness of space, filling the view of the cockpit window of the lone Confederation fighter. From the radio a swell of patriotic music grew louder and louder as a gloved hand turned up the volume dial, its owner looking to catch the latest headlines even as the ships on board nav computer locked on to its on planet destination.

“From the Central Ministry of Information comes the most trusted voice in news!” A faintly mechanical voice cut suddenly through the music, “Ladies and gentlemen, the CMI is proud to present, Colonel Briggs!”

The hand turned the dial a bit higher and a smile crossed the square jawed face of its owner as the booming voice of The Colonel filled the cockpit.

“My fellow humans… It is my pleasure tonight to bring you news long awaited.” He took a brief moment to let the historic weight of the moment settle before continuing, “As of 0800 Earth time, our glorious armed forces successfully CRUSHED the last remnants of opposition on the planet Snugolium!” A swell of prerecorded cheers blared across the radio, all, but drowning out the rest of Colonel Brigg’s message. “Never again will our people live in fear of the dreaded Snugglers or their ruthless hoarding of untapped ultra-uranium deposits!”

The hand curled into a fist and launched itself into the air, “HUMANITY!” Its owner bellowed. “That'll teach em!”

“Now that the planet has been securely seized, brave human contractors will strip mine its many, many rain forests to safely remove the dangerous ultra-uranium and place it safely into our ultra nukes. Thus, protecting not only humanity, but the surviving locals from possible disaster!” The voice of The Colonel lowered, becoming the paternal voice of a stern father. “Once again, though it might cost us, humanity will never stop its quest to protect this galaxy from all threats, external and internal. So next time you see one of our brave fighting boys, make sure to thank them, won’t you?”

The fist pumped couple more times as the square jaw set into a triumphant grin. The owner of both knew what was coming next and his mouth moved to say the words along with The Colonel. “And to all you heroes out there… Whether you're still tied up with occupation duties or are enjoying your post war planetside leave… Thank you.”

“THANK YOU SIR!” The pilot jammed his thumb into the radio button, changing the channel to another music station as his ship descended through the atmosphere and through the cloud layer, revealing the luxurious accommodations of Biog VI. The stunning paradise planet was famed across the system for its legendary spas, unbeatable massage parlors, richly furnished hotel suites and lose sexual mores. It was, in short, the ultimate place for a soldier to kick back, relax and enjoy a well earned break. Naturally it also cost a small fortune to stay for even a day, but luckily for Rex Steel, Confederation ace pilot and hero of countless battles, money was no concern…

Especially since his ship was stuffed full of crown jewels he had looted from the royal family on his way off  Snugolium.

Yes in the final days of the war he had heroically led a one man raid to liberate the contents of the royal palace as well as a couple of other nice looking houses on the way too it. It was a hard, tense mission, made all the more daring by the fact that he was technically going against orders and, on paper at least, just robbing a bunch of surrendering people at laser point in order to pay for his absurdly expensive vacation, but Rex Steele was not a man to back down from any challenge! By the time he was done, he was sure that the cowering deposed monarch would never again make the mistake of opposing the Confederation when they politely demanded to strip mine their planet.

As all of this passed through his head, Rex Steele’s ship touched down on one of the gold plated landing platforms dotting one of the more ludicrously expensive resorts. Before he even had a chance to open his cockpit or power down his engines, a velvet covered staircase had already been rolled out and a tall, gray skinned butler had positioned himself to take the humans luggage. He looked up at the alien suspiciously, but then pushed his heavy, gold laden suitcase into the man’s hands. “Careful with that, it’s worth more than you’ll make in a lifetime!”

“Very good…” The gray bowed. “Would the honored guest care to inform us of their preferred form of gender identity?”

“What sort of questions that?” Rex asked, pulling himself from his seat and pushing past the alien as he walked down the stairs. “Do I look like a fruit to you gray boy? I’m a man! Man’s man as it happens and don’t you ever forget it!”

“Very good sir.” The butler bowed again and followed behind. “And apologies on behalf of myself and the Imsanbu Hotel, no offense was meant, we merely try to respect and accommodate all of our guests to the best of our abilities. Regardless of preference, self identity or-”

“Alright, alright! I get it!” Rex held up a hand and shot an annoyed look to the tall alien. “I’m paying an arm and a leg for this place and I worked hard for those jewels so cut the bleeding heart crap and let’s talk about good times, namely, mine.” He looked back to the hotel and started walking again. “And why it’s not happening right now!”

“Of course sir.” The butler waved to the insectoid doorman who bowed as it opened the door, letting the two pass without breaking stride. “If the gentlemen prefers, I can take care of the details of your room rental and have your luggage delivered ahead of you. Since the gentleman has had a long flight, a stay at one of our famous saunas would surely not go amiss, yes?”

Rex’s irritated expression melted in an instant and he stepped forward to slap the gray on one arm. “Now that’s the spirit! I was starting to get worried this place was going to be a total drag!”

“Yes…” the butler commented, “Our guests often complain that their walk from the landing pad to their first activity is not as entertaining as the rest of their stay. The management is aware of this problem and is doing it’s best to correct it…”

Rex laughed. “There you go! Helped you improve your crappy hotel already, you ought to be paying me for this sort of advice!” He snapped his fingers and pointed a pair of finger guns at the alien and walked backwards in the direction of the saunas. “Have someone bring me a towel and a robe, I am planning on getting sweaty!”

“Very good sir…” The butler said simply, waiting for Rex to move out of sight before turning to a gelatinous bellboy and shoving the luggage into its body. “Brings these to the room, but don’t subtract the payment just yet. I have a sneaking suspicion that gentleman is not entirely on the level...”

-

Rex made his way through the hallway, slipping off his clothes as he went, oblivious to the scandales looks he was getting from the other guests he past through the halls. As far as he was concerned, he was on top of the world. He had been given planet side leave from his commanding officer for at least a month, had covered his tracks on the crown jewel theft and was now rich enough to indulge all of vices from now until he needed to report back in… If he ever did. After all, he had served his time, hadn’t he? Why not use his newfound wealth and just… Retire on it?

He spotted the sauna and with a quick pull, removed his underwear and strode into the steaming hot room with a cocky stride. All around him, wide eyed females of a dozen different species watched his naked strut with a mix of shock and horror. No one said a word as he crossed the room, spun and sat down, stretching out his legs to let his semi erect manhood bob freely. “Ladies.” He nodded.

A tall and graceful dolphin like alien cleared her throat, then in a quavering voice asked, “E-Excuse me… Sir? But a-are you aware this is the… WOMEN’S sauna?”

“Ya.” Rex nodded and gave her a wink.

“W-Well wouldn’t you be… Happier in the… Men’s room?” She asked, face flushing as a number of the women quickly stood and left the room, muttering under their breaths.

“What and have to look at a bunch of naked men?” Rex snorted. “Nah toots, Rex Steele don’t swing that way.”

“You're meant to use a towel.” A silver skinned women growled, leading forward. “As a courtesy to the other guests.”

“Well if you're willing to give up yours, I’d be happy to trade…” He raised his eyebrows and leaned forward as well.

“Pig…” The silver woman rose and the dolphin joined her, along with almost all of the other occupants, leaving in single file as Rex leaned back and smiled contentedly to himself. As the last of the women filed out, he noticed that only one had remained, a red and black skinned salamander like creature with a curious smile and an incredible body. Rex felt his semi erect cock rise to full mast as she stood up and walked over to sit just across from him, the strange smile never leaving her face.

“You have quite the way with words Mr…” She held out a hand.

“Steele.” He took her hand and squeezed it. “Rex Steele.”

“Well Mr. Rex Steele, my name is Gisela de Poitou de Pontillon, Duchess of Franklanchier-upon-Avon, though all my friends just call me Frankie. I hope you will do the same?”

“Call you Frankie?” Rex smiled.

Frankie laughed. “Be my friend! I must say, I have been sorely disappointed in the company around here, everyone is so damnably formal and so utterly prudish…” Her smile grew a little wider as she shifted, letting her towel loosen slightly, revealing the very tops of her heavy breasts. “I simply cannot catch a break, everyone wants to be friendly, but no one wants to be even a little bit naughty…”

Rex’s eyes widen as he noticed the way her large ass shifted on the bench, her tail lifting her towel just enough to almost, almost reveal the smooth patch of skin between her legs. “And that’s… Something you are looking for?” He asked, shifting again to let his fully erect manhood stand directly upright. “Because trust me, Rex Steele is no stranger to women wanting things from him…” He winked. “No need to be ashamed, it’s perfectly natural to stare.”

“My my…” Frankie giggled. “Mr. Steele, you are certainly unencumbered by an overabundance of modesty…”

“I make up for it in other ways…” He reached out to grab her towel, but she playfully slapped his hand way.

“Mr. Steele, this is no place for such behavior…” She leaned in a little closer. “I much prefer the showers…”

His smile grew into a grin as he stood. “In that case, how about me and you wash up?”

-

As the pair entered the showers Frankie wasted no time in unwrapping the towel from around herself and letting it drop to the floor, letting Rex take in her full, naked glory. His eyes drank her in, starting from her coy, cute face, traveling down her heavy, yet quite firm breasts, past her tight belly and hourglass hips, over her luscious thighs and down to the tight, moist lips which hid her most erotic secrets. He felt his dick pulse painfully and it was all he could do not to just rush forward, push her against a wall and take her there and then… But no, he had to control himself, after all, he had a whole month here and if he could bed this seductive alien three or four more times after this, the trip would be all the sweeter for it.

Frankie slid seductively backwards, never breaking eye contact with Rex as she turned on the shower heads, filling the large public washroom with a spray of warm water and bellowing steam. After the comparative chill of the air outside of the sauna, the humidity was deeply refreshing and Rex felt his already flushed body grow even hotter as he took one step, then another toward the beckoning beauty. He reached out his hands for her and this time rather than swatting them away, Frankie took them and guided them around her waist even as she pushed herself into his embrace, squeezing his manhood between them. Rex’s breath caught in his throat as a tiny spurt of pre flew from the end of his cock and splattered across the salamanders belly, but Frankie only giggled and pulled him in closer for a deep kiss.

The taste of the salamander was unlike anything Rex had ever experienced before and he felt his mind reeling as their tongues curled together, her slimy coating filling his mouth, nose and skin. The feeling was almost hallucinogenic, an unreal pleasure that could not be described and made him feel… Light and distant and… Slimy. His hands ran over her back, tingling and fuzzy, slipping over her slimy coating till he could not tell where he began and she ended. In turn, she reached around him and pulled him in closer, pushing her heavy breasts into his chest and causing his nipples to become as hard as diamonds as they were flicked by Frankie’s own. Something about that seemed wrong, but he could not place his finger on it… That was until he felt the way Frankies chest moved, sliding over and between a small, but noticeable pair of lumps were his rock hard pecs should be!

He pulled back quickly and looked down at his body, vision slightly blurred by the coating of slime covering most of his nude form. Yet when he rubbed his eyes and looked again, there could be no mistaking what he was seeing, his chest was now sprouting a pair of small, but perky B cup breasts!

“What the hell!?” Rex took another step back and noticed that his cock, while still standing stiffly between his legs, was now noticeably smaller then it had been before. “What the hell did you do to me!?”

“Me?” Frankie smiled and reached out to grab Rex’s hand, pulling him back into her embrace. “Nothing you didn’t ask for. What’s the matter, don’t you like how you look?” She reached down with her free hand and grasped his smaller cock, rubbing it lightly and eliciting a moan from the man. “Because… I can stop if you want? Just say the word…”

“I want…” Rex’s face flushed as Frankie slowly lowered her head. “I want you to…” He bit his lip as she licked one of his now highly sensitive nipples. “I want you to stop…” She paused, letting go of him and letting his painfully aroused cock and nipples hang free and unattended. “I want you to stop wasting time and play with me!” He finally blurted out, face turning bright red as he looked up to the ceiling. “T-This will all just reverse later, right?”

Frankie ignored the question and returned to nibbling on his nipples and stroking his cock and after a seconds hesitation, he decided that he didn’t really care. After all, even in the worst case he could just get a little cosmetic surgery to reverse the changes. They were after all, not that extreme.

While this was going through his head, Frankie was busy at work further down. Each time she licked and tugged on the humans nipples they grew just a little larger, filling with milk slowly as she worked them from small B’s to moderate C’s and eventually up to large, firm D’s. Meanwhile, between his legs her free hand continued to stroke and massage his cock, even as it continued to shrink and shrivel, becoming smaller and smaller until both his testicles and penis could fit comfortably in a single hand. She massaged these for a short while before with a mischievous smile she pushed them back inside of his body, fingers finding almost no resistance as they pushed deeper and deeper, forming a new hole where Rex’s manhood had once been. Her fingers felt a tightness as the edges of the man’s new sex formed a pair of lips and closed tightly around her fingers, greedily trying to hold her inside of him.

Rex moaned, his voice growing higher pitched and taking on a faintly sultry tone as a pleasure he had never felt before rushed through his body. It was, yet unlike the hand jobs he had gotten in the past, somehow feeling more… Filling and oddly intense. He was about to look down to see what Frankie was doing when one of her fingers lifted and flicked something in him which sent his brain plunging into a swirling vortex of pleasure. He reached down and placed both his hands on the salamanders shoulders, gripping her tightly as he felt his tights growing more and more damp. “Fuck me…” He moaned and began to pant. “Fuck me hard!”

Smiling at the command Frankie paused, then with a quick motion lunged forward and bite one of Rex’s breasts. The new woman gasped and panted even harder as black and yellow skin rapidly spread from the bite mark, rapidly replacing the human skin and taking with it any traces of his old masculinity. While she continued to flick Rex’s new bean, the new woman’s rear swelled and hips widened, making room for a thick tail to grow out, leaving no doubt as to what she was becoming.

Rex opened her eyes slowly and blinked as she noticed her nose darkening and pushing outward in a strange sort of muzzle. She reached up to feel it and was shocked to see her hands, now light and feminine stroke her soft skin, mixing her slime with that of Frankie’s. She looked down and almost screamed at the sight of large, black and yellow spotted breasts hanging from her chest and the smooth patch were her manhood should be. Worse yet, she realized that Frankies fingers were not simply pushing on her cock and balls, but inside of her actual body, playing with something that she had never seen on any man she knew.

“What did you do to me, you bitch!?” Rex yelled and pulled back away from Frankie, feeling a terrible emptiness as her lovers fingers left her snatch. “W-Where is my dick!?” She stumbled and fell backwards onto her rear, blushing and turning to see her new tail. “And why am I not human!?”

Frankie laughed and walked toward Rex, who pushed herself back away from the approaching salamander, though even as she did so, she felt something strange happening inside herself, an odd fullness forming in a part of her body that had until recently not existed. “To your first question… I think that part is fairly obviously. I made you a member of my race. My one gender race…” She knelt down as Rex pushed herself up against the far wall. “So as a man, well… I needed to make a few changes.”

Rex groaned and put her hands over her stomach as she felt it start to bloat. “But… Why?”

“Why?” Frankie’s eyes flashed as she pushed herself between Rex’s legs and pushed her face up to the new woman's. “You all but wiped out my race, destroyed our culture, stole our treasures and slew our most fertile queens and you want to know WHY I would want you to pay us back for everything you have taken from us!?”

Rex flinched back and moaned as her belly swelled further, becoming as large as a beach ball and forcing her to slide down onto her back. “B-But if you only had chicks in your race, wouldn't you all just die out anyway?” She asked “I-I mean just turning a couple guys into more salamander bitches isn’t going to bring your people back…”

Frankie sighed and shook her head. “You're not all that bright, are you?” She moved back away from the new woman as she began to pant, cheeks flushing. “The term ‘parthenogenesis’ doesn’t mean much to you, does it?”

“N-No?” Rex gasped as something began to push at her new sex from the inside, filling the empty void left when Frankie had removed her fingers. “W-What does that-” Her words were cut off by a cry, half moan and half scream as a large, blackish egg pushed its way past her new lips, stretching her wide and filling her mind with a swirl of mixed emotions. When the egg dropped from her at last, it was caught neatly in the sure hands of Frankie who lifted it up and placed it into the trembling fingers of its new mother.

Frankie smiled as Rex stared at the egg in her hands with a wide eyed look of both amazement and confusion. “It means you don’t need anyone’s help to get pregnant, my queen.” She took the egg back and placed it carefully on the ground, before moving back into position between Rex’s legs. “And as a new queen, your body will make sure you lay a good sized colony before it slows down to a normal rate.”

“Wait, there's going to be more!?” Rex gasped, looking down at her massive belly. She felt terrified, yet… Oddly excited. Something about holding her egg, her child in her hands had felt so right that even the fear and anger she knew she should be feeling at the situation could not seem to fully take hold inside of her. “H-How big are your colonies supposed to be?”

Frankie shrugged as Rex began to pant again as the next egg came into view. “Normally that would depend on space, number of other queens in the area, number of of us girls already around… But since it’s just me, you and a whole big planet for us to start re populating on…” She smiled and caught the egg. “Well, lets just say it’s lucky I paid for a full year here.” She giggled as Rex squealed as a third egg peaked out between her legs. “And that I have a VERY big ship…”

-

Several hours later the gray skinned butler looked up from his desk to the sight of the Duchess of Franklanchier-upon-Avon, Gisela de Poitou de Pontillon and a smiling, but unconscious fellow salamander, standing and staring at him with a slightly rueful expression. Both women were wrapped in bathrobes, though the Duchess’s companion had clearly been helped into hers and inexpertly so at that. He smiled back politely and asked, “I take it her ladyship has finally found a willing partner? We are delighted by your success and look forward to seeing the return of your wonderful people to the galactic stage.”

“Ah, well… Yes.” The Duchess’s blushed slightly. “There was a slight change of plans when one of the new guests-”

The butler held up a hand. “Mr. Steele?”

“Yes.” The Duchess cleared her throat as the other salamander muttered something in her sleep and giggled dreamily. “Though in my defence-”

The butler raised his hand again. “Mr. Steele’s reservation was canceled when it was discovered his… Payment was to be made in criminally obtained war profits. In addition to his sexual misconduct...” His face betrayed the slightest flicker of disgust before returning to its neutral expression. “As far as the hotel is concerned, Mr. Steele’s disappearance was a fortuitous coincidence and your discovery of a partner, an occasion for celebration. A bottle of champagne will be delivered to your room. Compliments of the staff.”

“Thank you!” The Duchess smiled and then looked down to her companion, who’s belly had seemingly expanded to twice its original size since the start of the conversation. “I better go, I paid for the maternity suite for a reason…”

“Very good Ma’am.” The butler nodded as the pair hurried off down the hall. “Shall I send a boy to collect the eggs from the shower room?”

“Better make it three or four!” The Duchess laughed as she and the former starship pilot disappeared into an elevator. As the doors closed the butler allowed himself the pleasure of a good chuckle.

“I do so love this job…”