Chapter 13
by 
Abdulalahazred
Breasts?
"Oh..."
“...no!” She breathed as the significance of mammaries, of being bound, of being in bed with a man implied here on Acteon. Was he... she a ****? Evidently so... but what type? Where? Who?
Heavy, deep breaths caused his chest - no, now hers, to rise and fall like heavy weights. Looking about, Calob recognised the features of the room; the suit of armour in the corner, the familiar-looking pouch of coins, and that drab pattern of the ceiling.
The panic, her movements managed to dislodge her from under the man. She could see pale flesh and thighs, moved as if they belonged to her. They did belong to her now, and she saw the outlines of a tattoo near the base of her belly.
A tattoo in that prominent location could only mean... turning to her side, she saw the slumbering face of Sir Willifred. That led to a single conclusion:
Calob was now in the body of Roselle.
She stared at her large pillowy soft breasts. They were new. And they were quite heavy. Were most breasts heavy? Possibly. Her nipples crinkled harder with a pleasant tingling sensation as she thought about her breasts. Her. She was thinking of herself in the feminine. Another new thing.
The room was familiar. Larger than she recalled. But then her body was smaller.
She was Roselle? The tattoo was clear confirmation as was Sir Wilifreds large, masculine and... dare she think it... Attractive body. She'd just been screwing this little slut's pussy and now she was her. Able to be screwed. Dribbling their juices...
Why did that realisation excite her!? Because she was Roselle. The **** bane... It made her horny, sex obsessed and servile. The tingling and excitement was due to the modified **** bane coursing through her veins. Butterflies loosed in her stomach at that thought. It was affecting her thoughts. Accelerating her acclimatisation into the role of a ****. She pulled against her bindings. They were tight and firm.
How had she ended up in Roselle's body? Roselle must have a Nanite marker. Someone from the confederation must have used her body in the past. Had Roselle been occupied by a citizen? Had they swapped the signals? What if Roselle now occupied that big commanding body? Calob didn't want to be a woman. Didn't want to be a ****. Didn't want to be weak and powerless on this crude planet. She felt a tear well in her eye as she looked down at the weak female body she was now trapped in. The **** tattoo curled sinuously about her new nether regions. She was property. She found the thought frightening and damnably arousing. Confederation citizens often were trapped forever in **** bodies. That was bad. Very very bad. She sniffled and blinked away her tears. Nothing to do but wait for her master to awake.