Life Support (Patreon)

“Copy. Docking stage complete” Ryan says through the intercom as you through the video feed to see him waving at the camera with the darkness of space behind him. Chuckling, you press a button to start to retrieval process, pulling his tether towards the air lock after his hour-long mission outside inspecting the newly coupled life support module. “With this, we can survive out here for another year” Ryan laughs, floating through the doorway before closing the air lock behind him.

“I’m pretty sure I requested for a television, not that” Mark jokes behind you, monitoring Ryan’s progress on the screen too. Spending three months together maintaining the new international space station as parts arrive from Earth has been interesting and boring at times, and a television would’ve been a worthwhile addition. The space station rumbles a little as air is pumped into the air lock, slowly pressurizing it until Ryan manages to take his helmet off safely. “Alright, you should be good to come in” Mark says into the intercom, pressing another button to release the inner lock into the space station.

“Um… hello?” Ryan says sarcastically, staring at the closed door as Mark presses the button a few more times in frustration. Technical difficulties happen occasionally, but it is everyone’s first time experiencing a malfunctioning air lock. “I’ll just sit here… and hope I don’t suck me out” Ryan continues with a nervous chuckle as you and Mark rush to the main controls in an attempt to open the door. Scrolling through hundreds of pages on the system’s online manual, you hear Mark rummaging through the buttons and switches trying to resolve the issue too.

“Ah! This shout be it!” Mark says proudly, pressing a button initiating a reset on the air locks. An awkward silence follows as nothing happens, but the space station shakes for a second shortly after. “Oh shit…” Mark shouts, seeing a red button flash highlighting a problem with the newly installed life support module on the east wing of the space station.

[--- No lifeforms detected on Earth. Initiating preservation mode. ---]

You cover your ears as a loud robotic voice screeches through the intercom and the entire space station flashes with emergency lights. “What the fuck did you do?!” Ryan shouts into the intercom, looking around in a panic as he desperately looks for a solution too. Glancing at Mark on the controls, he seems just as confused and overwhelmed as you, pressing more buttons to stop the alarm. “Wait… what the fuck is that?!” Ryan screams, backing away to a corner as you look at the video feed to see mechanical arms tipped with syringes inching closer towards him. The newly installed life support system is clearly malfunctioning with features you never seen before as Mark tries to shut it down.

“Get it awa---- arrghhh!” Ryan screams in pain as the two syringes plunge into his body and dispense its contents into his blood stream. Leaving Mark at the controls, you rush to the airlock and grab a metal pipe in a desperate attempt to pry the doors open. Ryan’s starts to spasm uncontrollably on the floor as the nanites spread throughout his body. Sweating profusely, he tries to take off his space suit, but his arms feel increasingly weak lifting the heavy equipment. “S-something’s inside… meeeee” he yells in horror as his spine cracks grotesquely making him an inch shorter as his hips flare out and bulge against the tight suit.

Seeing you peering through the small window on the air lock door, Ryan hobbles towards you and presses his face against the glass. “H-help… my face… feels weird” he stammers, as your jaw drops, watching freckles form on his face while his nose crunches narrower. His eyes twitch as they become wider with longer eyelashes while his irises change into a grey-blue colour. Ryan’s face warps as his cheekbones pop higher with softer contours while his short blond hair turns fiery red and flows down to his chest. Seeing your reaction, he pats his face in horror, feeling features he don’t recognise, “W-what’s happening to me… my voice!” he gasps, covering his mouth in horror after hearing his voice cracking higher into a seductive and feminine tone with a developing French accent. His lips quickly follow, swelling up with pink lipstick while his neck becomes slimmer to compliment his new voice.

“I… I look like a chick!” Ryan squeals, tugging at his long red hair with his hands crunching smaller with slender fingers and glossy nails. His gym trained biceps melt away, leaving his arms weak and dainty as his shoulders crunch narrower to create a smaller frame suitable for his shorter height. “It… It’s the nanites!” he screams in a panic, but it’s too late as his nipples perk up into his space suit, making him flinch in surprise. With a much smaller body, he manages to slip the suit off, looking down to see hard nipples with dark areolas widening. Watching on with morbid curiosity, you see his chest push out into round D-cups within seconds as they jiggle all over and Ryan tries to catch his breath. “I… have boobs?!” he splutters, holding his breasts in his hands and squeezing them together to create a deep cleavage.

[--- Reproduction necessary for the continuation of humanity. Preservation mode in progress. ---]

Flinching from the loud robotic voice blaring through the space station again, you look through the window to see Ryan writhing on the floor with his dick in his hands. “C’est si bon [feels so good]” he moans in fluent French, his voice quivering as he pumps his hand faster. Fat continues to flood into his lower body, causing his ass to swell up and his thighs to expand to match his wide hips. The girl on the floor looks nothing like Ryan you saw mere minutes ago as cum sprays from her dick, splattering all over the pristine white floor. “Oh mon Dieu [oh my god]…” she gasps, stroking her shrinking dick and inspecting her petite body as her eyes roll back and her mouth becomes slack with drool dripping out.

“R-Ryan?! Are you okay?!” you splutter, banging on the window but the woman doesn’t react with her eyes glazed and body motionless. The blaring alarm drowns out your panicked shouts, trying to attract her attention as you hear a faint whirring sound behind you. Spinning around, your blood runs cold to see two familiar mechanical arms with syringes inching closer towards you. “Fuck! Mark! Watch out!” you shout, narrowly dodging a jab as you sprint through the corridor to the control room you left Mark in to warn him.

“It… It’s too late…” Mark wheezes as you arrive, slumped to the ground with two syringes protruding out from him as all the contents enters his body. Watching on hopelessly, you see him spasm uncontrollably as his flesh bubbles and shift. “The life support… malfunction… r-reset it…” he gasps, reaching out for the controls again but his arm flops lifelessly besides him as he struggles for breath.

[--- Optimizing reproduction capability. Preservation mode in progress. ---]

“Wha…” you splutter but a blistering white hot pain erupts on your back as you twist around to see two syringes plunged into your skin. Feeling the nanites entering into your bloodstream, your body feels incredibly weak as you start to sweat profusely. “Shit… shit… shit…” you groan, pulling the syringes out and hearing them clatter on the hard floor as your fingers start to contort into horrific angles. You hear your tendons snap as your hands shrinks and your fingers become slimmer with long glossy nails. The changes flow up your arms as your wrists become narrower and your biceps deflate, leaving your arms weak and dainty. “It’s spreading!” you shout in a panic and cough repeatedly as your broad shoulders crunch smaller and pushes your sharp collarbones higher.

“I… I feel weird” Mark groans with a much deeper voice as his face becomes more chiselled and his spine elongates, making him taller than before. Raising his hands in front of himself, they seem bigger than before as his feet pops larger as well, snapping out of the tight confines of his space slippers. His body tingles all over as his muscles bulges larger and a distinct set of abs line his core, giving him an appearance of a gym fanatic. “Holy shit… I’m ripped” Mark chuckles confusedly, admiring his muscles and hulking body as you stare at him with slight jealousy. To his surprise, his light Caucasian skin immediately starts to darken all over as the rest of his face becomes more masculine. “F-fuck… I’m black?!” he shouts, examining himself in the nearby mirror to see a young black man with rippling muscles he doesn’t recognize.

“At least… you’re still a guy” you grimace, tearing your sweat-soaked uniform off your overheating body to see your nipples already hard with dark and expanding areolas. Blood races through your body as you try to control your breathing but it’s no use as a strange throbbing sensation emanates on your chest. “Shit… not boobs” you stammer, feeling your chest pulsate as fat moves under your skin and builds up underneath your nipples, slowly pushing them out into budding A-cups. Starting to hyperventilate, you cup your breasts in your hands, feeling them expand in your palms as they swell into modest B-cups. Biting your lower lip, you stop yourself from moaning as your nipples becomes twice as sensitive while your skin stretches to contain all the mammary fat flooding inside. “Fuck… it’s getting… too big” you groan, feeling your milky flesh spill out of your small hands as your breasts balloon into heavy D-cups hanging from your chest. Lurching forward from the sudden weight, your round breasts jiggle in all directions as your deep cleavage sways invitingly. “D-Don’t look!” you shout at Mark, squeezing your breasts together in embarrassment and inadvertently making your tits look bigger as you catch him gawking at your melons.

“Where’s the reset butto--- arrghh” you scream in pain as you try to stand up, only to crumple to the floor from your knees giving way. Panting for breath with your breasts heaving up and down, your spine arches sharply as your back shrinks and becomes curvier within a few seconds. Your new posture forces you to thrust your chest out further as you feel considerably weaker besides Mark’s large height difference. “Everything hurts--- arrghh!” you whimper again as your hips loudly pop outwards into child-bearing proportions with layers of fat still pushing your sides wider. Crawling to the control panel, you can’t help but sway your hips side to side with every step as your D-cup breasts bounce in unison.

[--- Optimising environment for reproduction. Preservation mode in progress. ---]

“What’s that suppose to mea---nuughhh” you wheeze for breath, feeling severely winded as your ribs contract and your diaphragm shrinks. Looking around, your vision seems blurry as projectors turn on and a holographic overlay of a bedroom appears around you, hiding the control panel and other buttons from view. A familiar smell of freshly washed sheets wafting into your nose and the warm glow of the afternoon sun hitting your eyes completes the illusion as you can barely tell the difference between reality and technology. “Is this… your bedroom?” you ask Mark as he looks around in awe too and nods his head. Your belly becomes flatter and your waist sucks in to create a distinct hourglass figure with your wide hips.

[--- Increasing natural attraction for reproduction. Preservation mode in progress. ---]

“Attraction? How is th--- aaahhhnnn” you groan loudly, feeling a strange pressure building in your ass. Feeling increasingly uncomfortable from the numbness in your lower body, you arch your back and thrust your ass into the air to relieve some of the pressure, but the sound of skin stretching makes you stop. “Wha…” you gasp, groping your ass with both hands and feeling them expand with fat as they slowly swell into a round bubble butt using up all the space your wide hips created. You feel self-conscious of your huge ass swaying and jiggling as you curiously spread your ass cheeks apart.

“Damn bitch. I’ll fill your ass up” Mark blurts out as his eyes widen in surprise and he covers his mouth in shock. “I… I didn’t mean to say that” he mumbles, trying to stop himself from staring at your ass and breasts. Glaring at him angrily, you can’t help but feel a little excited after hearing him say that to you as your cheeks blush red. Mark clutches his head as his eyes also glaze over and a hundred new thoughts enter his mind, corrupting his personality and memories to better suit his body. “L-let me get hel--- cum between those thighs of yours” he slurs as he desperately fights against his sexual thoughts.

“My what?!” you splutter as you look down to see your thighs vibrating with activity as fat seeps into them too, making them plump and juicy. Poking your pillowy thighs, you gasp as your finger sinks into the soft flesh and bounces back like pudding. You let out a shudder as your sensitive inner thighs rub against each other and sandwiches your balls in between. “Fuck… no…” you groan, unable to push away the thought of warm cum sloshing between your thighs.  You wince in pain as your calves cramp up and becomes slimmer while your feet crunch a few sizes smaller with dainty pedicured toes matching your fingers.

[--- Optimizing reproduction diversity to sustain humankind. Preservation mode in progress. ---]

“Diversity? No shit--- wooooah” Mark yelps feeling his dick becoming erect and pressing against his pants. You look at him in confusion as you feel a strange numbness all over your face. “Wait… does that mean…” he mutters as the nanites in his body proves him right, causing his dick to rapidly lengthen and become twice as girthy. Amazed at the apparent upgrade, he strokes his erect dick proudly, feeling the veins pulsate along the shaft as you can’t help but stare at his huge cock with slight jealousy and lust.

The space shuttle shakes a little as the air lock in the distance finally opens and you hear faint footsteps in the distance. As it gets closer, your jaw drops to see a busty red-haired girl with juices dripping out of her pussy as she unashamedly fingers herself in front of you and Mark. “Ah! Cock…” she slurs in a thick French accent as she gazes at Mark’s throbbing boner. “Je suis Chloe [I’m Chloe]” she smiles, nearing Mark with her eyes fixated on his dick as you struggle to remember her real name.

“Wait… aren’t you Ry--- ooh” Mark shudders as Chloe presses her lips onto the tip of his cock. The immense pleasure shooting up Mark’s dick derails his thoughts as the personality implanted by the nanites take over. “Suck it. Bitch” he grins, grabbing the back of Chloe’s head and thrusting her face forward, causing his dick to slide to the back of her throat and her lips to touch the base of his cock. Without any gag reflexes, she eagerly sucks on his dick, wrapping her tongue around his shaft and teasing the tip of his cock. The sounds of Chloe slurping and Mark grunting turns you on as you look down to see your own dick erect and poking out between your thick thighs.

“Holy shit…” you say, unable to take your eyes away from Mark’s dick too as your face warps. Grimacing, your cheekbones pop higher and your jawline softens, changing your facial structure into a smaller and rounder feminine appearance. Your nose rapidly crunches smaller into a cute button nose while a layer of make-up applies over your face and your eyebrows thins. “S-save some for me” you blurt out, hearing your voice cracking higher into a sultry and feminine tone with a thickening Japanese accent. Covering your mouth in shock at what you just said and your new voice, your lips plump up into bee-stung cock sleeves coated in lipstick as your pearly white teeth glistens in the florescent light.

“I… I mean… me no want…” you stammer in broken English as it becomes increasingly harder to form a coherent sentence in your head. Shaking your head in frustration, you try to break free of the fogginess, but you become distracted by the long stands of hair cascading down to your chest, turning silky smooth and black as a fringe form over your forehead. Tucking your luscious hair behind your ear, you blink away the tears of frustration as you desperately hold onto your fading English vocabulary. “Speak… no good” you splutter in a thick Japanese accent as your eyes widen into a slanted doe-like complexion with long eyelashes while your irises darken to give you a more oriental appearance. Glancing at yourself in the nearby mirror, your jaw drops to see a petite Asian girl with massive breasts and a curvy body.

“Swallow it all…” Mark laughs as he finally blows his load into Chloe’s throat allowing it to slide down her esophagus. Her tongue greedily slurps on his enormous dick and licks up any remaining cum splattered on his cock or on her lips. Her tiny French body shivers with pleasure as she swallows the last mouthful of warm cum, feeling Mark’s muscular arm wrap around her waist. “You’re a little horny slut huh?” Mark chuckles, slipping his rough fingers into her pussy causing her to jolt up in surprise.

Mark’s still erect cock sways between his legs as you hear Chloe moan louder the deeper he goes. Biting your plump lower lip, you try to suppress the burning sensation in your crotch as you listen to her rugged breathing and the sloppy sounds of her pussy being spread apart. “Me… horny…” you pant, stroking your dick in unison until you feel a sudden surge of warmth as cum erupts from your painfully hard cock. Gasping for air, you try to control yourself, but your dick continues to pump all the contents out of your balls, leaving it empty and shrunken. The final spurt of cum onto the white floor makes your head throb as memories fade away and your personality becomes increasingly corrupted.

“Ahnnn… 気持ちいい [feels so good]” you moan in fluent Japanese, feeling your balls slurp into your crotch and reform into fertile ovaries pumping estrogen throughout your body. Stroking your shrinking dick, you gasp in surprise as it inverts into your body, leaving your crotch flat and smooth for a few seconds. Quickly following that, a puffy slit runs down the middle, causing moist pink flaps to push out as juices drip down your leg. “まんこ [pussy]…” you slur, slipping a finger into your newly formed vagina and brushing against your clitoris. Your entire body tingles with pleasure as all your bodily hair disappears, leaving your skin smooth and sensitive with a creamy oriental hue for a Japanese girl like yourself.

[--- Maintaining optimum reproduction environment. Preservation mode on standby. ---]

You barely understand the language blaring through the intercom as you gaze at Mark’s throbbing cock wondering how it’ll fit in your tight pussy. “Fucky… Fucky…” you say, catching the man’s attention as he ogles your breasts and dripping wet pussy. Mark’s stare makes you tremble in anticipation as you slowly crawl towards him while Chloe recovers from her recent orgasms. “えみです [I’m Emi]…” you mutter shyly, saying the name that feels the most natural to say. Your pussy aches to be filled as the nanites tamper with your emotions and thoughts. Gazing at Mark lustfully, you feel attracted to him as he pulls you closer, “私を妊娠させて [Impregnate me]” you whisper into his ear as the only desire in your life is to bear his children.

“You’re mine, Emi” Mark growls like an animal as he grabs you and effortlessly pushes you onto the bed. Panting in anticipation, you go on your knees and hands as he grabs your hips like a handle and slides his dick between your ass cheek to tease you. “You really want it huh?” he chuckles as you grind your bubble butt against his crotch hoping to be penetrated as soon as possible. Winking seductively at Mark, yours and Chloe’s reconfigured instinct is to pleasure Mark and get impregnated as many times as possible to create more life in the space station. “Relax bitch” he grunts as he presses the tip of his dick between your tight pussy lips, making you yelp in surprise.

“Ahhhnnn… fuck me… yeeees…” you moan in a thick Japanese accent as his girthy cock slides between your pussy lips and spreads them wide apart. Your body instinctively wants to cling onto his dick as your vaginal muscles clench around his shaft and massages it in all directions. Completely submissive to his hulking body, you pant for breath as he grabs your arms from behind like reigns and forcing you to arch your back as he pushes deeper. “早く [faster]” you pant as your body shivers from his dick rubbing against your clitoris. Gyrating your hips against his, his cock pumps in and out of your wet pussy as your heavy breasts bounce in synchronization.

The warmth in your crotch increases as he pounds your pussy faster, causing you to moan loudly in ecstasy. “いきそう [I’m cumming]” you squeal weakly as your entire body feels numb and drained. Hearing Mark grunt, a gush of hot cum sprays into your pussy, filling it to the brim within seconds as he lets go of your arms and you fall forward exhausted. Your pussy continues to pulsate as you experience waves of orgasms, feeling cum dripping down your thighs before getting your bubble butt playfully spanked. “Mhmmm… so… horny…” you pant, trying to recover from all the intense pleasure rushing through your body as your rewired urges demands that you have sex again. You crave for more, but you’re too tired and your pussy is already filled with his cum.

“Looks like I have some more” Mark grins proudly, stroking his throbbing cock in front of you as Choe’s eyes fixate onto it. Desperate to be impregnated too, she crawls towards him as he lies on the bed with his dick standing upright like a dark pillar waiting to be enveloped by pink folds. “Work for it, bitch” Mark taunts, as Chloe straddles him, pressing her inner thighs against his hips as she lowers herself onto his cock. With years of experience engrained into her head, she professionally impales herself onto his dick, feeling it slide to the back of her pussy as her eyes roll back with pleasure. Grabbing her waist, Mark guides her up and down his cock, feeling her warm pussy lips squeeze his dick and seal in all the fluids.

“Earth to Space Station… do you read?” a muffled voice echoes through the intercom.

“Uh! Yes! Fuck me! Yes!” Chloe screams with ecstasy as she bounces on Mark’s dick faster.

“Do you read?” a voice repeats but no one responds as Chloe and Mark breathe heavily for air. After a few seconds, the two grunt as another torrent of cum is pumped into her pussy. “Was there a problem with the new life support module?” the voice asks again.

“No sir. Everything is fine” Mark says into the microphone as he looks at you with a lopsided smile. Biting your lower lip seductively, you spread your legs invitingly for another round. You can’t wait to give him as many children as you can.