Walking the Catwalk pt. 2

Jenna was having a blast. She’d been briefly upset that the utility tunnels didn’t give her much room to flex her transformation, especially when she realized that trying to walk the way she used to caused her to occasionally apply too much force to the ground and bounce her into the ceiling. However, after some experimentation, she discovered that while walking normally wasn’t very effective, she could easily move around using the handrails like a pair of parallel bars. With her reduced weight, it was both faster and less strenuous than walking had been. It didn’t hurt that her clothing, which looked like it had been vacuum sealed to her vulva, made the vibrator’s presence between her legs extremely obvious. She was very eager to experience its signal and wondered if C2 would mind her keeping it after the challenge. She hadn’t had much practical experience with the sort of romance and kink that she often fantasized about, but those fantasies were very much a highlight of her life. As such, while she’d never worn such a device in public, she had often imagined doing so and enjoyed the image. The thought of keeping the new toy and wearing it while wandering an alien market, its presence obvious to everyone, was more than enough to keep her gravity transformation working at full power.

It wasn’t long after she discovered how to move through the tunnels that Jenna encountered her first droid. It came around a corner suddenly as she approached the intersection. It appeared just as she reached the forward-most point of her swing and released the bars. As such, she was completely airborne as the droid appeared, moving perpendicular to her route. She spotted the drone with its yellow cone and desperately tried to grab the bars she’d just released, but found that her swing had brought her out of reach. It was only a few seconds before the bars came back within reach, but in that time, the drone had reached the intersection and begun its rotating sweep. She grabbed the bar ahead of her and tried to make her arms rigid to prevent herself from going any farther forward. Unfortunately, her sudden catch had been awkward, and the remaining momentum caused her body to flip forward while twisting her legs to the right. She managed to keep herself from flipping over entirely, holding her body roughly parallel with the ground. When the droid’s scan was finally directed in her direction, she was desperately trying to maintain that position and could only watch as the yellow cone of light passed within an inch of where her right hand was planted. She held her breath and held her core rigid as the light passed.

She knew that, in normal gravity, there was no way she could have pulled off that maneuver. Additionally, she knew that, if it had been a real guard, there was no way it would have missed her. The drone continued its survey of the intersection. As it did, Jenna spotted the large green button on its back. Seeing the drone so close, she couldn’t resist. She rotated herself so that she could place both her feet on a pair of vertical supports and pushed off as hard as she could. She rocketed towards the drone, but before she had closed half the distance, it had completed its rotation and resumed its patrol. At the speed that it zipped away, she knew that she had no chance of catching it given her trajectory. Even worse, her trajectory was off from what she had planned, and she was headed directly for the corner of the intersection. Once again, she desperately made a grab for the railing, but only managed to grab it with one hand. She found herself swinging around the handrail, this time with no ability to stop her movement, and ended up slamming into the railing of the catwalk.

It hurt badly. She did not doubt that her back would be a patchwork of bruises before the challenge was over. But apparently, the bigger issue was the noise the collision caused, as the handrail rattled with a mighty crash. As Jenna fell, she saw a flash of yellow light and found herself suddenly lying on the ground, presumably back where she started, her face pressing into the grating of the floor. She rolled over onto her side, hoping it would reduce the pain. She chuckled slightly as she saw the holographic text appear in front of her.

Penalty: Caught! – “Gambler” Meta-Transformation

“That seems like adding insult to injury a little too literally. I guess I’ll worry about that later. What’s a meta-transformation anyway?” She winced as her words brought another stab of pain and focused on her breathing. She hoped that, once she regained her breath, she’d be able to get back up and keep hunting. For now, she decided to give herself a moment to recover. She decided that, now that she’d already gotten herself a penalty, she might as well keep trying to see if she could snag herself a reward as well.

Sarah shivered as she traipsed through the hallway. With every passing second and every additional indignity, she grew more certain that she was somehow trapped in the most humiliating nightmare of her life. Either that, or she had died without realizing it and this was hell. She’d had only a few moments to speak with her boyfriend-turned-girlfriend and had been startled by the woman. From a distance, she’d been beautiful but, up close, the other woman had been literally stunning in a way Sarah couldn’t quite pin down. It wasn’t that there was a single feature she could point out as especially extraordinary, but something about the combination struck her like a perfectly tuned chord. The image of her haunted Sarah as she was suddenly transported to the metallic hallways of the station’s utility area.

When she’d first arrived in the utility space, she’d been appalled to discover the vibrator that had been wedged into her panties and had desperately attempted to extract it, only to find that it was adhered to her flesh like a tongue stuck to a frozen pole. The image of being stuck to a pole on a frosty winter night made the chill from her transformation even more pronounced, and she found herself compulsively rubbing her upper arms to try and get some warmth back. Eventually, she realized that her efforts, both to extract the vibrator and to warm herself, were in vain. Instead, she decided to turn her mind to the challenge.

She’d arrived in what appeared to be some sort of access area, with a ladder leading to a hatch in the ceiling, above which a holographic barrier glowed red and displayed a sign with a clear no-entry symbol. There were four hallways branching off from the room, but she found herself drawn to one in particular. As she plodded through the hallway, focusing more on calming her own shivering than on the challenge, she instinctively gravitated toward one side. She noticed the pipes running along either wall. One in particular drew her eye: a round tube thick enough that she could have fit her head inside, made of a transparent material with another, smaller transparent pipe inside that glowed a vivid orange. The tube was covered in all sorts of warning labels describing the tube’s contents as extremely hazardous, but she found herself drawn to it. It just looked so warm and inviting, and something in her mind told her that the orange glow within was exactly what she needed to shake off her persistent chill finally. When she put her hands on the pipe, it was not quite as warm as she had hoped, but it was a huge relief compared to the cold metal of the rest of the hallway.

It was only when the pipe’s heat began to fade, and she recognized the tightening of her nipples and growing warmth in her pelvis, that she realized her error and pushed away from the pipe. It took a moment, and there was a distinct sensation of getting up from a warm bed on a cool winter morning, but she managed to pull herself away and assess the pipe’s effects. It wasn’t as much as she feared. She felt slightly warmer overall, but still cold enough to shiver. She didn’t have any way to objectively monitor how aroused she was, but, making her best guess, she estimated that she felt more frisky than generally horny. She had no doubt that if Serena were here, she’d probably find herself extra flirty, but she felt she could resist pouncing on the woman. She let out a sigh of relief that, apparently, she’d managed to pull herself away in time and resolved to try and keep herself away from the pipes as much as possible. She was so proud of her self-control that she didn’t notice the air around her getting slightly warmer as she continued down the hallway. She did, however, notice the first pulse from her vibrator. Her stomach tensed briefly at the pulse, but she kept walking, even as the device pulsed again a minute later.

She cursed C2 and his damned perverted show; she cursed Aaron and the stupid crush he’d had on her; she cursed Delia for ever hiring her in the first place; and she cursed Daisy and that damned smirk of hers. She had no idea if the other contestants were close enough that she would run into them during the two-hour challenge, and she began to realize that she had no idea how much time remained. Still, she hoped that she would be able to find either Serena or Daisy before the two had the chance to speak.

It wasn’t like it was that big of a deal, she told herself. And besides, there was no way Serena would believe Daisy, whose compulsive lying was well known. It was just a kiss, she reminded herself. Just a kiss and a dance. Just a kiss, a dance, and that moment of connection. And then, from across the dance floor, she’d caught sight of that damned smirk. The fact that Serena’s new form had that same wild hair and perfect lips didn’t mean anything, right?

She was so distracted by her thoughts that she didn’t notice the vibrations between her legs becoming more, and then less, frequent as she unknowingly followed the slight gradient of heat toward its source.

The moment Daisy arrived in the challenge space, she knew she had to win. Her outburst before had landed her a negative score and, based on the points she’d seen Serena earn after her transformation, earning just enough to keep herself from being eliminated before the next challenge was likely going to be significant. If her goal had only been surviving, it wouldn’t have been difficult, and, honestly, if it meant keeping herself from slavery, she’d be willing to grit her teeth and give that loser the night of his dreams. But prostrating herself so early would place him in a position of power over her that she had no interest in allowing until he was thoroughly trained. That was the secret to men that she had honed over the years: make them come to her, make them prove their dominance over others to win her praise and affection, and only then allow them to play at being dominant over her, never even noticing that she still held their leash. But her former interactions with Aaron had put her at a disadvantage in that regard. She had no doubt that she could train him if given enough time, but she would never get that time if she got herself eliminated. That meant she needed to make up enough ground that some light teasing would be enough to keep her safe. From there, she had no doubt that she could crush Aaron and the other women. For now, though, the only way she’d heard of to reduce how much of her dignity she would have to sacrifice was to win this stupid challenge that the robot had created for them if she could snag one of the bonuses flying around, all the better.

If she was going to win, she needed a plan, but they were essentially just rats in a maze. She’d guessed, based on the presence between her legs, how this was supposed to work. She’d once had a boyfriend who’d tried to get her to wear something like it in the past, but she’d refused to allow herself to be humiliated in public. She tried to think of any strategy she knew for this sort of situation, but other than some old advice about following the left wall in a maze, she had no idea what to do. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she found herself wishing that she’d listened just once to Delia’s endless prattling about games and strategy. If that was the only strategy that she had, then that’s what she would do. She started down one of the nearby hallways and was instantly distracted by the strange sensation of walking with her gait altered and her tail swinging. There was just so much more movement below her waist than she was used to, and the sensation of a whole other limb was oddly disorienting. More than anything, it meant that she was paying a great deal more attention to her lower body, which meant that, after she’d taken a half dozen turns and realized that she’d mistakenly double-backed on spaces she’d already explored, she was still tuned in enough to the sensations of her body to recognize when something started to happen in her pelvis.

When it began, she felt a sensation familiar yet novel in its intensity and rapid onset. The heat had started as exactly that, a flush of heat that began in her belly, spread into her chest and face, and out into her altered ears. It felt like a blush that refused to fade, just getting hotter and hotter. Between her legs, she was rapidly getting wetter than she could ever remember being in the past, and she felt a twitching ache in her lower belly as her internal muscles flexed in expectation. She could feel the disgusting tail on her back thrashing wildly. Her mind was filled with fantasies and memories of the last night she’d spent with one of her assorted boy toys, and she had to work hard to resist the urge to rip the crotch out of her suit and rub herself off in the middle of the utility halls. She groaned in frustration and pressed her head to the cold metal of the wall, wishing that she could bleed some of the overwhelming heat into the structure. She was glad that the material of the suit breathed more than she had expected, allowing at least some of her body’s warmth to escape. By the time the heat reached its peak, she was a mewling beast pressed against the wall, her hips gyrating against the air as vivid and graphic images flashed through her mind. The air around her was filled with the heady scent of her arousal.

When the heat finally began to ebb, she was left gasping for breath, her legs quaking and a patch of wetness covering her crotch and trailing down both legs. The patch dried rapidly, and the distinctive odor faded with it. Soon, the only sign of what had happened was her deep breathing and the beads of sweat on her face. She saw a small ping on her terminal, a private message from C2.

Daisy found herself shaking with rage at the incredible violation of her body and mind. She guessed that she had probably lost 10 to 15 minutes to the embarrassing episode. Still trying to catch her breath, she resumed her search, abandoning all thoughts of turning left as her mind filled with fantasies of smashing the damned robot with a hammer.