A lucky lucky man

Unbeknownst to Max, as he was being lead to the airship, hands bound, the small artifact from that had merged into his body moments ago, was none other than, the normality symbiote which was listening to his every words, tuned in for the keywords normality. Some legends thought it to be the ultimate evil and others the ultimate blessing. It was really a matter of perspective you see, as once bonded, the very fabric of local reality, space and time could be shifted by an accidental phrase or purposeful plan.

An ancient tribesman, who was to become Pharaoh of a vast empire with it's power, ages ago had used it to create the Stargates, originally out of pure thought and a desire to see far off places. Little did the Ancient Egyptian boy know, far off places to a symbiote meant not days of travel by camel but lifetimes at the speed of light and so the Star gate network was born.

Max was slightly surprised by the appearance of these 'men' in black, as maybe it was a bit sexist, he admitted but he always thought the men in black would be...well... men and this hot Latina in her uniform clinging her curves was turning out to be a bit of a highlight. Even as they approached, this odd, futuristic looking aliens... -- HE KNEW the government had captured down UFOs! To think though, they had them running and flying?! -- right what was he thinking about -- ah right... that ample, full, ass. Max couldn't help but wonder if the recruit covering the tail end was focused on the same vision of beauty.

A millennium later, the tribesman would have been barely recognizable. Having transformed himself both mentally and physically, though centuries of living, wonder and awe at how the universe worked as it's secrets seemed to normally unfold after trial and experience. Developing and discovering, alongside great minds, science, art and truths about the universe and life itself.

Over centuries afterwards, the tribesman focused on creation and leaving a legacy, even though he was for an tense and purposes was able to live unaging thanks to the discovery of rejuvenation. The empire he had created spanned across thousands of stars, billions of worshippers, millions of temples upon temples, all built his name. Meanwhile, poets and scholars, wrote about his mythology in song and story creating fantastic works of art dedicated to him and others, space ships, new wonderous foods, drink, animals and anything he could think of were created and his to command, with a phrase; even countless women of all races, desireable shapes and sizes. Even experimenting with the basic form, three breasts, four legs, long necks, tiny hands, smarter, dumber, slower and faster.

Staring at ample ass, Max couldn't help but think anytime the Latina turned slightly leftwards or rightwards to avoid a tree or object, it would be very lucky for him if she were better endowed up top to match her blessing down below; not that she wasn't a 8/10 with that ass alone, it would just be like having a supermodel escort. To his shock, he heard her cry out in a bit of pain as they reached the airship.

Looking up from her ass, for a moment, the recruit from behind asked, 'What's wrong?' and was immediately flabbergasted as she turned around, as her chest had grown from a cups was now full, large and perfectly shaped, b cup straining at her shirt. The complete opposite image Max was lulling about a moment ago.

"It's nothing unusual. This uniform is just so tight in all the wrong places and my bra strap just started to really dig in," seemingly unaware of the change, "Let's keep going. We are almost there."

"Yes, ma'am" replied the new recruit publicly while Max could hear him mutter under his breath "If you didn't wear a uniform top two sizes to small, it wouldn't be so tight. Stupid tease," acting as if his squad mate had always been so ridiculously endowed and everything was normal.

It wasn't until several millennium later, through act of carelessness, this tribesman, had forgotten to tell an advisor's son, new to his court, how normal it was to be devoted and loyal to him. Later that night, while he slept in his rejuvenation chamber that had allowed him to remain young for all those millennium, the chamber's sarcophagus was sealed and the power cut. With no fresh oxygen entering, the tribesman slipped into a deeper and deeper, eternal slumber. The only thing to survive, the symbiote with no host and no purpose, trapped forever until a fateful soul retrieve it from this prison.

"What the hell?" thought Max as he was now wondering if she'd been exposed to some type of alien germ or bug that had caused the increase to her feminine shape, "or maybe I was exposed and that's why I blacked out and now I'm hallcuinating?" Man, it's fortunate I didn't get hit with the female version of that bug and grow huge tits though it would be hilarious if the guy behind me got it. Or better yet, if I got lucky a male version hit me and my cock grew huge and thick.

So glad to finally be freed, the symbiote latched onto the first biological entity it could find within range with it's tentacles. Allowing itself to merge right into the cells at a cellular level, just a few cells at first and then warping reality to allow it to phase right inside every cell. Quickly interfacing with the host brain and testing all the features, like respiratory rate, reproductive system, placed the host asleep momentarily as it quickly began routing through memory centre afraid this experience would disturb the host or possibly bring up traumatic memories. Using the opportunity to relive the host's life and by doing so, learn the language just as well and every idiom, colloquialism and pop culture reference.

Sensing noise in the other room, the symbiote quickly awakened the host, not wanting this one to die and be left sitting around for another million years or worse.

Too nervous and worried about Max's impending fate, Max let that thought go as they reached the ship and slowly, a landing ramp came down. "Get on board," instructed the attractive Latina woman.

"Are you coming along?" asked Max a little uncertain about getting onboard this alien ship.

"No. I'm getting back...another way," in a flat, monotone voice. Not willing to tell a high priority target about the nearby StarGate recruit 'chesty' and her would be hiking to afterwards to return to base. She still couldn't believe a guy with giant man-boobs ever made it through basic training without being laughed, teased and humiliated out. She had to respect 'chesty' for that. Plus, carrying those extra 10 pounds.

"Damn," thought Max shrugging his shoulders, "Knew it would be too good to be true." Max would have loved to spend some length of time on the trip back, together in the ship, where presumably it won't be dark as night and he could get a better look. "Still, if she's infected with something, maybe it's a good thing is isn't coming and mannn, I just wished I'd gotten the chance to see her better," mused Max.

The symbiote listened carefully for any requests. This would be the first reality change it had made in ages and was the soul purpose of it's existence. It had no thoughts or ability to act on it's own, just like a pc, sitting there at a prompt, waiting and desiring input; eternally ready to go. Just as it's creator had designated.

There it was! It had one. Prevent the other humans from shooting and increase the levels of luck to much higher than his current levels. Uncertain, what higher levels of luck are desired. Symbiote regaled to continue to observe input for additional with regards to luck request. Returning to status to await new information.

Another command! Host has indicated luck would mean female human in front would be better endowed. Adjusting reality to increase human's chest size. Uncertain how much, increasing overall bust girth and cup size by one.

The symbiote was experiencing joy at being used by the new host so frequently. No work for ages and zero connection to an outside soul and now the opportunity to feel joy at fulfilling several commands within minutes. Provide male human located proximate to rare with same adjustment to breasts. Increase host's genitalia to "huge" and "thick". Having previously experienced host's living memories and experiences, the symbiote had reference to what the host's languistic meaning was when he said huge and thick and proceeded to make changes to erect size. Instructions did not indicate any change to flaccid size.

Feeling a hard shove from behind, Max stumbled a bit forward before catching his footing by placing his first foot onto the ramp, "Dick," muttered Max. Slowly walking upwards towards the shuttle's inside, Max turned around one to get one last look at the Latina and said...."Are you sure, you don't need to accompany me? Isn't normal for one of you to accompany me back to base?"

Understood. Host appears to want it to be normal for the female lieutenant to accompany him. Checking reality, conditions for it to be normal currently set to personal emergency. Smallest change to reality would be to create a personal emergency.

"Look, we haven't got all day," responded the Latina as she started up the stars in order to get Max on board, when a ripping sound was heard as her pants got caught on the ramp, tearing up the side and falling apart completely as the seam gave way.

"Holy Shit!" responded chesty as his mouth was agape standing at his lieutenant naked from the waist down before turning into a huge smile at seeing that giant ass in person.

Respect him for overcoming his disadvantages, the Latina might, but she still hated him for being a pervert and there was no way she was walking through the wilderness, pantless with him staring. "Shut up. Go back to the ship, grab anything else that might be useful and go back the way we came. Alone," responded the Latina pushing max thru the door and raising the ramp before the shocked recruit had a chance to respond.

"Well, looks like I'll be returning to base with you after all," said the Latina. Followed by an omnious, "Might as well start the debriefing. What's your name? and what were you doing here?" though it barely registered in Max's awareness as he was too occupied with the vision before him and the very heavy, full feeling in his trousers.

Feeling very lucky, to be alone with this stunning woman and wishing she were fully naked.