Back to the ship

The escape from the collapsing underground complex was a blur of pinching claws and falling mud, culminating in a explosion that literally pushed them out the door to the surface. They lay there, gasping the muggy air until a blinking message appeared in the corner of each of their fields of view.

"The hell is tha-" Julian vanished in a flare of white light and the girls stared for a moment.

"...I think the ship beamed him back or whatever. Hey try this out, when your eyes get close to it it brightens up. You think when you look a the symbol it's like saying 'end mission'?"

"Probably. We should get the hell out of here before those drones dig their way ou-"

"Woah..." Cindi peered at the trunk of a tree that was oozing a sticky pink slime, "This is just like the stuff they pumped into us!" She sounded way too excited about it.

"Cin, I think you might be channeling your character a little too much, didn't it say something about your fumble being inquisitiveness?"

"Yeahyeah, but this is really fascinating! I'm taking a sample." A thin metal knife and a glass tube appeared in her hands and she scraped off the pink ooze, "I better take some of this too..." She reached up and grabbed a leaf, stuffing it into a plastic bag which in turn was stuffed into her cleavage.

"Maybe I should just try to find a sapling... yes! That would be-"

"Cin, up here." Allison snapped her fingers in the corner of Cindi's eyes and she glanced up, vanishing in a flash of light. The cheerleader in a feminized young man's body chuckled to herself and flicked her eyes up, finding herself back on the ship in a flash of light with her boyfriend and best friend.

Anna stewed in the room the game had dropped her in, which she'd claimed as hers. Turns out there was a whole suite of equipment and utilities that she could have brought with her down to the planet: body armor, a hacker jack (she intuitively knew it was what it sounded like), a gauss pistol, the list went on. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending, she'd only found them after she'd vented her anger on Julian. She'd been livid, blaming him for every problem they'd found since they got into the game. He'd argued back but his logic was flimsy and his heart didn't seem to be in it. She stormed off before he could muster up the will to apologize.She'd thought long and hard about if she was willing to put up with him as her boyfriend but under the circumstances it looked like she'd have to tough it out for the time being. At least till they figured out how to leave the game. Since then, her thoughts had turned to her earlier concerns about her body. Then to the odd feelings of having different anatomy. Finally, she couldn't not think about what had really been bothering her since she woke up: she was horny as hell.

That pink stuff had not only changed her body, it felt like she was hyper-sensitized to everything. Part of her brain wanted to fuck something with her cock but seemed resigned to jerking off as an alternative. The rest of her, probably the cheerleader she knew she was, wanted to squeeze her tits and fingerfuck herself. The sensations overwhelmed her self control in short order and she was clumsily trying to jerk her little cock off.

"Just like giving a handjob, you've done that before... not to such a small dick and not from this angle but..." She groaned as a tiny bead of pinkish pre formed at the tip, which she rubbed in with her thumb.

"Mmmn... fuck! It's not enough!" She felt super sensitive but for some reason she couldn't quite manage to ride the waves of pleasure that her hand brought her. She needed to get laid... but she wasn't quite sure how.

Julian paced in his room, frustrated. He was angry at Allison for blowing up on him like that. He was angry at Cindi for backing her up. He was angry at the game for putting him in this situation. But through all of that there was a single constant that he kept coming back to: he was angry with himself. Either the character or the life changing events of the last few hours had made him question himself and how eager he was to blame other people for things he could just as easily blame himself for.

Like he had most of his life, he was trying to distract himself from those feelings with sensations. He had his pants off, somewhat pleased by the size of his erect cock, and he was ready to get down to business... but he couldn't get the image of Cindi with her giant tits and huge, throbbing, dick-clit out of his head. The few times he did, she was replaced by the naked and moaning vision of Allison in her new femboy body, little dick spurting pink cum like a hose.

"Come on man! Don't be gay about this, just imagine them like they used to be!" He tried visualizing his girlfriend in her normal body, jumping up and down in her tight cheer uniform, pumping his cock as it seemed to work. Then her imaginary skirt flipped up, revealing the small but very noticeable bulge in her panties.

"Fuck!" He dropped his dick again, continuing to pace and justify shifting the blame from himself.

Cindi had found the onboard lab and was trying to analyze the samples she'd brought from Korjax's surface. Her body burned with desire, every movement rubbing the too-tight jumpsuit on her nipples and crotch. Even her pseudo-cock didn't have the space to emerge from its hood, she could feel blood rushing aimlessly in her lower abdomen.She had one hell of a cameltoe, not to mention a wedgie, but she couldn't stop herself from analyzing the fresh samples. She'd never been this into something before, it was actually kind of amazing. She really wanted to do something about the lustful impulses that assailed her from every side but her focus was indomitable and unwavering: she had to know what that pink stuff had done and if it was related to the pink sap on the trees.

The sap was in analysis now, she just had to get a sample of the pink liquid. She glanced down at her monumental cleavage pensively: she almost certainly still had some of it inside her. She could feel wet heat on her nipples, probably reverse flow from the pressurized fatty nodules now that the tubes had been removed, not to mention the tingling wetness between her legs. But both of those could be contaminated with her own, now modified juices, they could contaminate the readings!

She bit her lip, leaning on the counter as a wave of arousal related dizziness swept over her, "Mnn... Fuck... Need to get off... sample first!" She groaned and pushed off the table, ready to act.