A Few Days Pass

I had been woken up by feeling chill on my leg. I blinked through the headache and saw a floating fire suppressant can. The drip of water resounded in my ear. Then I saw the blood on the can, my hand went to my head feeling the dried blood on my head where the can had hit me during the crash.

I unbuckled myself from the pilots chair standing up in the knee deep water. It was dark, so dark. There was no power as I crawled to the place where my suit was.

I thanked the fact I had the mind to download a survival program on my tablet a long time ago. It made it MUCH easier to set up a shelter that didn't leak like my ship was.

Yes, I was underwater. The survival program I had downloaded had plenty of designs for underwater survival. Modular base segments. Laboratories, medbay, drydocks for constructing submarines, scanning rooms for finding things.

I had tried to find land initially but a quick swim to the surface revealed none. I knew that the planet I was on had something like 10% landmass it was incredibly minimal.

So I had constructed a shelter with an airlock. Issues arose and I was setting up a medbay to find out what was wrong. Turns out, in the water was countless diseases. So I had constructed an advanced medbay. It was more of a research laboratory. Ensued a flurry of scanning fish and plants trying to find what I needed to cure myself.

The cure as it turned out... Was a monstrosity the size of one of those mega buildings on the city planets. Yeah. I had to kill it as it wouldn't let me get close enough to just get a sample

I could only plug as much of the flesh as I could into the medbay before it went bad. It made great steak though. And the skull nestled right outside made me smile every time I saw it. It had it's menacing charm, I would occasionally go out and spray it with a chemical to preserve it.

But back to the cure, it was a genetic cure. Side effect of that... Was a huge libido increase and a larger cock. I didn't mind at all, having a foot long dick was the dream of any man. Also there was an increase stamina and strength. The few days of eating giant monster fish and constant swimming really toned my body.

I found myself smiling in front of a mirror, admiring how I looked. It might have only been a few days but that genetic change I had to do really changed me.

But seeing my monstrously hard dick in the mirror reminded me that I was alone on this planet. I smashed the mirror with my fist. Which was actually impressive if you consider that it was made from the reflective plating of my old ship.

But I was just frustrated angry at being alone here on this barren planet. I laid on my back on the bed as I watch the fish swim on the other side of the window I put in the roof.

I felt my anger and frustrations calm. At least this world was beautiful to look at.

As being stranded on planets go, this was not bad. It could have been a scrap planet with dust storms made of rust. Or a desert planet with three stars and no night time. No. It was teeming with fish, plants, beautiful seafloor landscapes.

I heard the rattle then. My hand closed around a bottle.

It was the pill bottle I had received. It felt like a lifetime ago those events happened. I cracked the bottle open plucking out the picture I had stuffed inside for safekeeping from the water.

I flipped open the picture and placed it by my bed. Admiring the picture had my new large dick twitching with excitement.

Feeling guilty I tore my gaze away from the photo. I better find out what these pills were.

So I popped a pill into the advanced medbay to find out what exactly it was for. Only to stop with my mouth open. It was like the cure for the diseases... It was a genetic alteration. But while mine effected the libido this one effected the mind and the eyes.

A whole bottle? Of these? Assuming every super soldier needed one this could have been used to create an army of them. No wonder they wanted the guy dead.

Suddenly I felt weird standing naked contemplating these things. I realized I was losing track of time and my sanity.

I dove into the workshop, starting construction of a clock. All it would do is count up, to remind me how long I have been here. I made it massive and posted it outside a window like a billboard so I will not miss it.

5 days it said.

Day 10

I found myself singing a tune that had been stuck in my head as I controlled the robotic arm to weld a section of hull on a single man submarine. Little more than a seat and some air, it wouldn't do for multi-day trips but it would help with going further out to that large deposit of ores for me to make a more long range submarine.

I grumbled at the fact that the survival program I downloaded did not include anything to leave the planet. A flash of memories about how starship construction was strictly regulated. Meaning distributing a blueprint one could build a ship from would end up with the government parking a battleship on their house.

So I was stuck here still alone....

Day 12

I couldn't take it anymore, I masturbated for the first time since I got here.

The absolute flood of cum that resulted from the act made me aware that the libido change wasn't the only thing that changed about me. I had to turn on the pumps for if the base gets flooded to clean up the mess. Don't get me started on the bedding. I recycled them and made fresh ones. From then on every session I had was done in the bathroom.

By far the most hated thing about this was the lack of media to entertain me. All I had to entertain me was the trophy skeleton of a sea monster leaning against the hull of the base.

It was pearly white now. I had changed the chemical treating it to make it more striking. I still felt amazed seeing it, almost like I didn't actually kill the beast and it was still lurking out there. Odds were that there was others of its kind so it's a possibility.

Just in case I'll equip my subs with big honking torpedo's. The dumb survival program didn't even have any torpedo's so I'll have to design them myself.

Day 30?

I was returning from my mining trip. I had constructed a small living space there for me mined a ton of metals and put them all in a sealed box that I am now towing back in the tiny sub.

The torpedo? Oh that was strapped to the bottom. I couldn't fit in an actual internal launch system on the tiny sub. But as long as I don't bonk anything it won't blow up.

However when I got back to base with the crate I teared up. The sign... It said 57...

The days were passing faster than I thought. I don't even know what I was doing. I had crashed on the very edge of known space, no one was coming to get me. What was the point of continuing.

I was staring outside the small glass dome of a cockpit of the submarine when a fish swam across my vision again. I felt like it was telling me to just 'swim along' Or keep on trucking, power through, whatever you want to call it. Just don't give up.

I didn't dock the submarine. The automated system would clear up all the 'battle scars' the thing had earned. I would only take it in if it was going to be an issue. I Lovingly patted the hull, somehow feeling the hard metal through the dive suit I had fabricated.

But day thirty was a grand day for me. My first test batch was ready!

I had been fermenting various plants to try and produce a viable ****. Today was the chance to open one up and try it.

That was how I found myself in medbay from poisoning. It turns out, trying to create a wine from a salty ball I found on the sea floor was a terrible idea. No idea what it was but it was organic and it fermented extremely well.

The others though they failed normally. What I called sea grass a short reddish grass that grew in the shallower areas tasted like salty dirt.

The 'fruit' on a tall plant. Turns out it was a seed rather than a fruit. It came out very dry tasting by far the best of the bunch. It would be the only one I would end up continuing on.