… designated fuckpet

"We all agreed, the one who drew the short straw would end up all tits and ass but with double pay. It was a given. One of us, at random, will become the fuckpet of the other four for the duration of the flight. That's why we paid extra for the med bay to include a genetic bio-resequencer and top end mind-printer. To make sure the designated fuckpet was ok with everything…" Captain Stubing observed as he looked at the four crew mates of the deep space mining and refinery ship the TSF Conrad. You looked at the short straw you had drawn with trepidation. "Oh fuck!"

The captain chuckled and patted you on the shoulder. "Don't worry, kid. We'll make sure you enjoy it." He winked at the others, who grinned in response. As the bio-resequencing machine whirred to life, you felt a strange sensation wash over you.

The first stage of the transformation was the most intense, as your body began to undergo a series of genetic and hormonal changes. Your muscles began to atrophy, replaced by soft curves and feminine lines.

Your throat ached slightly as your vocal cords were altered to produce higher pitches. Your skin became smoother, paler, and more delicate. Hair disappeared accentuating your now more feminine features.

As the transformation took hold, you felt a strange sense of disorientation wash over you. Your thoughts became muddled, and it was difficult to focus on anything but the overwhelming changes taking place within you. The machine continued its work, resequencing your DNA to ensure that this transformation would be permanent.

The captain smiled approvingly as he watched you undergo the transformation. "That's it, kid. Just relax and enjoy the ride. We've got a big day tomorrow." He put the mind printer on your head turned to the others. "Let's get some rest."

The others nodded in agreement, leaving you alone with your thoughts as they were rewritten. You couldn't believe what had happened. One moment you were a normal crew member, and the next, you were this...this thing. A sex Gynoid. The realization was both terrifying and arousing.

You didn't know what to make of the situation, but as the mind printing machine finished its work and powered down, you felt a strange sensation wash over you. It was as if your mind had been wiped crammed with new stuff - sex and stuff. You giggled as you felt an intense desire to please your new masters, the other crew members.