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Beside you, the man who was groaning earlier has fallen silent. You notice his shirt is tented, as if something is pushing against it from underneath. A look of surprise and confusion crosses his face, but it soon shifts into one of shock.

You watch, transfixed, as his shirt begins to strain and then move, as if something beneath it were expanding. Then, quite suddenly, breasts begin to form on his chest. As his nipples elongate and breasts appear, his eyes lose focus and his moans increase in volume.

"No!" you cry. The sound of your new voice, high-pitched and feminine, sends a shiver down your spine. "We're being turned into women!"

The Martian, his image looming large on the screen, chuckles. "Indeed, my dear. And a fertile woman needs large breasts to nurse my spawn. Watch and feel as your body transforms, Earth sluts!"

Sarah has also gone silent, her eyes wide and fixated on the man's changing body. You reach out to her, your shackles clanking against the armrest as you draw her attention.

"Sarah, we have to get out of here!" You say, your voice pitched with urgency. "This is crazy! We're being turned into...." Your words trail off as you feel your own chest heat up, your nipples hardening beneath your shirt.

"Oh, look at this one, feeling the changes already!" the Martian crows. On screen, he leans in, his face filling the frame. "That's right, slut, your body is already awakening to its new state. Let go of those illusions of manhood and feel the pleasure of being a woman. Embrace it, and soon you'll be sucking my cock like the slut you're meant to be!"

Sarah's eyes are fixed on the man, now a woman, who is writhing in her seat, breasts clearly defined beneath her shirt. Her face is a mix of shock and arousal, her breath coming in short gasps and its clear she's very turned on by the sight of a man giving in to a woman's pleasure. Witnessing his protests turning into throaty moans as he accepts his new, feminized body satisfies a fetish she didn't realize she had.

"Oh my," she breathes, her voice husky with desire. "He's becoming one of us, isn't he? A woman. No, a slut" Her gaze flickers to your chest, recognizing that your own transformation is not far off. "It's so wrong," she whispers, "but its making me so wet. To see a man broken into a wanton slut. It's... fucking hot." Her voice lowers, becoming sultry. "I mean, I've fantasized about being fucked so good I'd be happy to be a Martian's sex ****, but I never thought about men facing the same fate. Men, thinking you're so superior, and then being reduced to a lusty woman, a breeder for these Martians. Imagine, having your body reshaped, your mind controlled, becoming nothing more than a vessel for their pleasure and their seed. You lose everything that makes you a man—the power, the control, the autonomy—and you become nothing more than a **** to their desires."

"It's... it's so hot to see him giving in, isn't it?" she asks. "Moaning and writhing like a slut as she's pleasured. To think that you'll be like that soon. Do you feel it yet? Hunger for cock to fill that new aching hole? The more I think about it, the more I realize I kind of like the idea of you losing yourself like that. Reduced to nothing more than a hole for their enjoyment. It'd be so hot to see you all moaning and gushing, begging them to fuck your new cunts."

The Martian, ever the manipulator, chortles on screen. "Oh, my dear, it's a common fantasy among human females. To see your men on their knees, begging for cock. To turn them into the very sluts they wished you to be. Don't worry, you'll be right there beside them."