Korjax: A Dull Pink Dot. (Futa/Trap Thread)

Cindi:

They spent a few minutes taking it in before the feminine voice of the A.I. sounded, "Planet Korjax is the last known location of Dr. Pimpad, I have identified his estimated landing site to within 3 kilometers, are you ready to examine the planets surface?"

"Yes!" Julian spoke up immediately, warranting an annoyed look from Allison, "Hey, I don't know about you but I want to get my face back."

"What if there was armor or weapons that we needed first?"

"I'm sure it's not just gonna send us-"

VWOM

"-down to the plan... et..."

The three of them were abruptly standing on marshy but mostly solid ground, surrounded by hot humid air and a dim orangey glow from the rising sun. Purple pools of liquid and trees with orange bark and pink leaves surrounded them. Cindi thought it kind of looked like a mangrove swamp with the colors mixed around.

Allison groaned, stepping back from a pool, "You're such an idiot."

Julian lifted his hands up irritatedly, "Well I didn't know that would happen!"

"We just got sucked into a fucking game because you didn't know what would happen Julian! Stop doing shit until you know what will happen!"

Cindi wasn't paying attention to their spat, it wasn't an uncommon sight. She was much more interested in the alien life that surrounded them and how there wasn't a structure in sight.

"Guys..." she quavered, "How do we get back to the ship?"

Allison:

After trying a few dozen variants of 'beam me up' they settled on finding Dr. Pimpad so he could hopefully explain it to them. They trudged along in their space suits, which were becoming increasingly obvious as the equivalent of space pajamas. They had a fancy health tracker on their wrists that showed them a bunch of stats about their health and inventory but otherwise they were weaponless and had no obvious means of communication.

Allison was feeling the strain on her relationship with Julian. His impulsive and superficial tendencies made it hard to feel really attached to him. Cindi had a point, she only put up with him because of popularity and peer pressure. The team was brutally cut throat about social status and for the first time in a while she let herself think about what a pain in the ass it was.

She was distracted from her thoughts as a stone bunker came into view, "Hey, look!"

They ran up to the metal blast door and Julian pounded on it forcefully, "Dr. Pimpad! Open up! We gotta ask you some questions!" Allison wouldn't have said as much, just in case it wasn't Pimpad's bunker, but she supposed it was a video game: who else could it be?

The door rumbled and opened slowly, revealing a stairway into darkness and releasing a gust of cool, dry air. It was heavenly and the three hurried inside. The door shut behind them and they found themselves in total darkness. Allison had just enough time to notice an unpleasantly sweet chemical smell before the darkness seeped into her very head and she thought no more.

Julian groaned, flashing lights and noises confusing him for several moments before he was able to understand his surroundings. He was being dragged over smooth ground by his feet and he groggily looked up. A small robot was dragging him along, "Hey dick, lemme go!" He gave the robot a hard kick and it lost its grip on him, making a distressed sounding beep and attempting to recapture his foot. He held it at arms length without too much difficulty: it kind of reminded him of his mom's roomba.

Glancing around, he saw he was in a long concrete corridor, "Shit, where are the girls...?"

Cindi came to, hanging from her arms in some kind of medical contraption. It looked perfectly modern but at the same time felt weirdly kinky because it acheived the same result as two pairs of handcuffs and a spreader bar. She was not pleased.

She was even more not pleased when she noticed the medical tubes that were strapped to her nipples and pussy. She cried and out struggled to no avail, she was bound tight. Then a low whirring began behind her and pink fluid started rushing into the tubes. She watched in horror as it reached the split and slowed in the smaller tubes leading to her nipples. She yelped as the cool liquid touched her sensitive skin, squirming as the same thing happened to her quim. Light pressure on her erogenous zones suddenly gave way to a rushing feeling inside her skin. She started to panic, thrashing in her restraints as she felt the pink liquid being injected into her nipples and just above her pussy. She was confused by the lack of pain, it didn't feel like a shot it just felt like the fluid was being pressed through her skin. A tiny pulse of something made her flinch. That hadn't been pain...

"Oh!"

It was stronger that time, a tiny pulse of something very much not pain.

"AaAah!" It was out of synch at each injection site, her left breast felt it before her right and then her pussy contracted as the third reached her clit.

"What the fuuUUUUUCK!" Her hips thrust reflexively against the pleasure to no avail. For the first time ever she suddenly wanted to play with her breasts, twist her nipples and squeeze her mounds.

"Why does it feel so gooooOOOood...?!"

Elsewhere, Allison was in a similar predicament. She had awoken with a ball gag stuffed in her mouth, hanging by her arms. She had a tubes attached to the gag, to her breasts, and she was pretty sure there was something in her ass. She'd been very stern with Julian on that in the past: no butt stuff. She screamed and fought against her restraints to little avail until the pink fluid had started flowing in and she was distracted by not **** on the rapid stream in her mouth. She could feel her ass filling up, reaching a saturation point beyond which she felt the pressure would kill her... but it stopped. Much like the liquid flowing to her flat chest, there was only a slightly uncomfortable pressure and a spreading sensation of cool in her core. Then the pulses began and, to her intense embarrassment, her cock rose to attention with each until she could feel something coming.

Fuuuck... I don't wanna know what it feels like to cum with a dick! But she didn't have a choice and as the strongest pulse yet resonated in the core of her being, her new cock spewed pinkish white spunk over the floor. She was a little worried about the pinkness when she came down enough to notice it but it was soon forgotten as a second orgasm, then a third came in quick succession as the pulses sped up. Her cock twitched and continued dribbling pinkish semen, unable to keep up with the pleasure she felt.

Julian snuck through the corridors with a sharpened robot pincer in hand, ready to stab whoever knocked him out if they tried it again. Unless they used gas like the last time. He couldn't believe this was happening to him, it was all like some weird dream except without a football like usual. He had to make it back to his old body, this was like a glimpse into his own future: he was hairy, beginning to wrinkle, and one of his knees was creaking uncomfortably. Some part of him, the same part that knew how to make a weapon out of a robot arm, was ashamed of himself for thinking about himself at a time like this. He had to find the girls and save them! Because they could help him get out! No, his other half countered, because it's my duty and the right thing to do. He struggled with his thoughts until he heard the sound of moaning."Jeez, someone's having a good time." For the first time since he woke up, both parts of his mind were in perfect agreement: it sounded hot. His cock stiffened. Least he had a giant dick in this universe he thought before that other part of him gave him a mental slap and pushed him forward.

Cindi's breathing was ragged when the door of her chamber opened and Julian in his new form stepped in and gawked. She barely recognized him before the next pulse came and everything whited out in pleasure. The next time she became aware, the clamps on her nipples and clit had disengaged and her restraints weakened. She unsteadily pulled her feet free and staggered against the white contraption as it released her arms."Ahem, you uh... you ok?" Julian was standing over by what looked like a control panel, obviously uncomfortable. Cindi was so high on endorphins she genuinely couldn't figure out why until a residual pulse struck her and her hands flew to her breast and groin. She frowned, gasping in surprise as much as exhaustion as she looked down at herself:

"I... I have a dick?!"

"Yeah. Seems that way." Julian coughed, trying not to look, but his eyes were repeatedly drawn to the otherwise perfectly shaped sex goddess. Her breasts were a little big, even for him, but what guy ever complained about that?

"Wait..." she peered around the soft tower of flesh, "No, I still have my pussy. And I don't have balls..." She shivered and a trickle of pink oozed out of her slit, her new addition beginning to shrink. She watched in rapt attention as the blood drained from it and it began to recede into her body. In a few short moments, she had a perfectly normal looking pussy.

Cindi couldn't quite put her finger on it: She should be losing her mind right now, like Allison had when she found out she was a man, and on some level maybe she was. What she really felt was an overpowering curiosity. What was that pinks stuff? How had it made her breasts grow? How had it penetrated her dermal layer without an injection site? What were the internal mechanisms of her new faux-penis? Was it actually her clit like she suspected or an entirely different organ generated by the pink-

"Uh... Cindi? I'm all for checking out your body all day too but you're kinda turning me off with that look on your face." He coughed, muttering the rest, "And... I guess we should probably go save Allison..."

Cindi's head snapped up, "Oh my God, Allison!"

"MmmmmmmMMM!" Allison rocked her hips against the tube in her ass, or tried to. It didn't improve the sensation any, not that it needed to. She felt like her head would explode if she felt any more pleasured, her cock had since decided to stop being a little bitch and now remained hard even as it shot out more pinkish loads with every pulse. She wasn't even aware of someone else being in the room until Cindi's new face was staring down at her worriedly, patting her face with increasing ****.

"Ssscin...?"

"Oh thank God, I was so worried you were in a coma or something. We have to get out of here, the drones are getting grabby."

Allison blearily sat up from the warm lab she'd been resting on, "What? Drones... holy shit I'm a girl again!" She looked down at her chest to find the familiar mounds, smaller than usual, but definitely back.

Cindi made an uncertain noise, "Well... not quite."

Allison's eyes continued down to her groin which, much to her disappointment, still had its penis and ball set. They were also smaller than usual. She frowned irritatedly, "Motherfucker, now I'm even more in between genders! At least I had a decent sized cock before."

Cindi laughed nervously, rubbing a hand over her now completely hairless legs, "On the bright side, you don't have to shave either! But Ally, we really gotta go. Like now."

A electrical POP sounded from the hallway and Julian, rugged mustache smoking slightly, "What the hell is taking so long, grab her and let's go!"

In the hallway, dozens of small drones with pincer hands were swarming Julian, who was beating them off with what looked like one of their own arms. Several lay in smoking heaps but more were slowly clicking down the halls. He smacked a path and the two weak-kneed girls followed closely.

"In here!"

Cindi pulled out an access panel and clicked two wires together, opening a sliding door and ushering them inside. She did the same on the inside to close the door and muffled clanging noises indicated the drones were unperturbed by the steel obstacle. The room looked like a control suite, with monitors and panels on every surface.

"How did you know how to do that?"

Allison slumped wearily into a chair, "Same way I knew the specs of the ship. I think each of us has some memories given to us by the characters we're playing, have either of you noticed anything?"

Cindi visibly brightened, "Yeah I have! I was all interested in..." She dimmed slightly, glancing down, and for the first time Allison took note of what Cindi was dressed in. She was wearing a jumpsuit of what looked like some sort of white leather/spandex combo. It was stretched tight around her, so much so that she wasn't even able to fully zip it up. As a result the plain suit looked downright slutty with the cleavage she was showing between the zipper. She gawked, "Your boobs grew too!"

"Among other things." Julian muttered from across the room, examining a control panel.

Allison pointed a finger at him, "Don't you touch a damned thing Jules." He held up his hands placatingly, giving her an odd look and quickly looking away. She pursed her lips and covered her naked bits as best she could, muttering under her breath, "Would have loved to see me naked this morning though, wouldn't you?"

Cindi helped her into her own suit they pulled from a locker, Allison felt embarrassed at how little she did to fill it out: she had to roll up her sleeves so they wouldn't hang over her hands. She walked over to Julian, not looking at him not looking at her, and glanced at the screens.

"Huh... looks like this is a containment facility. Or a processing facility." She clicked a few buttons and the screens cycled through a dozen empty cells, "Little weird that we're the only ones here."

Julian frowned, "How did you-?"

"Were you not listening to me just now? I have knowledge about mechanical stuff and apparently about basic computer operations. What about you? Have you felt anything?"

He scratched his neck, "I knew the drones weak points and how to make a weapon out of their arms... uh... and there's this weird second opinion on everything, like I have two people in here." He tapped his temple, "Keeps telling me to be a better man and shit."

Cindi and Allison smirked at one another, "That's called a conscience honey, normal people have it to tell them when not to do something dumb." He scowled at her.

"Wait, what's that?" She pointed to a flashing usb-looking chip lying on the terminal. Not flashing like an LED, flashing all over like a video game item. She reached out and plucked it from the console.

SHWING.

They all saw the blue text displayed about a foot in front of their face and they all jerked back:

Objective Completed: obtain information on Dr. Pimpad's whereabouts.

SHWING.

New Objective: Escape the complex.

As soon as they read the second part, the ground began shaking, and a loud klaxon alarm blared.

"Are you fucking serious?!"