Starbound (Patreon)

“Somewhere… out there…” you mutter to yourself as you stare into your telescope. It’s a brilliant night out, not often where you get one where the stars are so visible in this city. You go on enough about light pollution to your friends and family to the point where you’d rather just not talk about it and instead just enjoy the stars while you can. You’ve burned out on so many other hobbies and passions throughout your life, but this one has just seemed to stick. Sadly, your family didn’t really have the money to support it nor have you the ability to move out of this lackluster observation area. But it’s the best you can do.

That is until you got a special sort of offer. You open it, despite it being in your spam email, and give it a read. It reads about an opportunity to explore the stars in person, whatever that means. Nonetheless, it sounds interesting, and you keep reading. All you have to do is stare up into the sky and find the rainbow star at a specific time. For you, the email said right at 1 am. No earlier, no later. Looking at your clock and when the email was sent, a shock runs down your spine as you have only 5 minutes to set up your telescope again and head back out. Without a second thought, you bolt out of your chair and scramble to get yourself set back up again.

A mere few seconds before the assigned time, you’re ready to go. Pressing your head against the lens, you scan the stars for anything unusual. To your dismay, there’s nothing at first. But after a few seconds pass and a bit more frantic scanning, you catch a glimpse of something unusual. A bright glimmer, a flash of light. Swiveling back to pinpoint the abnormality, you get a full view of it. It momentarily blinds you before you zoom out to get a better look. It appears to be some sort of rainbow colored gem instead of a star, but it’s so beautiful and shiny, and it draws your eyes in, consuming your focus.

Breaking out of your trance, you find yourself somewhere else. The temperature feels different, there’s a distinct lack of breeze, but there’s still that star, and you still have your telescope. Taking your eye off it for a second, you find yourself enclosed by a room unfamiliar. The pearly, silky fabrics surrounding you on the drapes and bed didn’t match your rugged and run down state of living. You feel understandably dizzy and disoriented looking around, even pinching yourself to really double check. You know you never passed out or anything, so how did you get here while barely even noticing? Putting your questions aside, you spend a moment examining the room around you. It’s filled with pictures and faces unfamiliar to you, as if you’re intruding on someone else’s personal life. It’s only appropriate to leave. You grab onto the door handle and try to open it, but it doesn’t budge. A little panel on the door reads, “Unauthorized Access.” and seals you inside the room. Panic sets in, but is soon quelled by a sweet scent in the air.

You breathe deeply to calm yourself down, but also to get a bigger whiff of that splendid smell. It feels easier to breathe than ever, it’s as if you’ve been missing out on some secret the entire time. Each breath feels fuller than the last, bringing you to a perfect serenity. You walk over to the bed and sit down gently in it, feeling yourself sink in slightly. You’re able to catch a bit of your reflection in the mirror, only to see someone that isn’t yourself. Instead, a face bearing more resemblance to the pictures scattered across the room. You blink once, twice, thrice, enthralled looking into your own soft face and golden amber eyes.

Basking in the warm glowy sensation surrounding you, you fully lay down on top of the bed, sprawling your limbs out as they become dantier and bit shorter, matching your slowly decreasing height. The shifts in size don’t last long though, it looks like you’re destined to remain rather tall. The warmth soon becomes a bit uncomfortable, leading you to derobe yourself, exposing your slightly pale but beautifully smooth skin to any potential onlookers. Your long, red locks flow across the bed, spreading out more and more as you bend and stretch to really bring out that glowy feeling as much as you can. It almost feels as silky as the sheets themselves, and you find yourself a bit wrapped up in it. Everything around you feels like it’s melting away, until only calm and warmth remains.

The more you move and sprawl your legs, the more they change before your eyes. First, your already petite feet becoming manicured, then to your calves thinning down nice and slim, and last but not least, your luscious thighs. Of course, a plush pair of thighs must be accompanied by an equally wonderful butt, so both swell up at once. Moving and stretching your legs even more than before, you can feel every little jiggle and squish as your rear blossoms into a pair of plump thighs and a fat, but perfectly shaped ass. Your hips aren’t left behind in this process of course, by this point they’re even better than child bearing, creating a tiny gap between your jiggly thighs.

With your dick not fitting this very womanly lower half, a sudden burst of pleasure forces it into submission. It feels as if you’re getting some sort of divine blowjob, without even touching your dick the pulses of pleasure make you tense up and relax at the same time.  Bucking your hips out of pure instinct, each crashing wave of bliss threatens to milk you of your seed. Having no control over this pleasure, being nearly tortured by how much you’re feeling, is something that you wish would never end. Alas, you can’t hold on forever, and with one fateful pulse, your cock gives up and spurts out cumshot after cumshot, covering your beautiful porcelain skin and thankfully avoiding the sheets of the bed. You’re left there, orgasming, watching your dick slowly melt away with nothing you can do but watch as you spasm uncontrollably. Your tip soon is all that is left, and even it shrinks away into something much smaller, leaving way for a foreign feeling to open up between your legs. Getting over your seemingly endless climax, you reach a hand down to confirm your suspicions, a wet, tight pussy remains.

Grazing the clit with your finger, it feels just as good as your dick did, leading you to massage it more and more. Your now womanly moans only turning you on even more as you bring your second dainty hand down to finger yourself at the same time. However, you soon notice something unusual. A bit of this leg-shaking feeling seems to be bubbling up your chest. You take your fingers of your pussy to poke at your chest, and they sink in a little bit. It feels strange though, not how breasts should feel. It’s as if you’re only a stroke or two away from cumming, but touching them doesn’t seem to do anything but make it worse. You assume it just has to do with your pussy, you go back to gently masturbating again. Rubbing your clit softly, the sensation seems to build in your chest, even worse than it was before, forcing your somewhat flat chest to get bigger in order to contain this torturously pleasurable sensation. Adding an extra finger to your clit, the light rubbing turns into more of a massage, forcing your blossoming breasts larger by the second, leaving you on the edge of orgasm inching ever so close.

Your moans can without a doubt be heard by anyone else in the area, but the only thing you’re thinking about is relieving this pressure in your chest by any means necessary. Even if it means moaning like a slut and growing your breasts huge. Massaging your clit makes your entire body quiver, but you only press harder, feeling as your tits become heavier as they gain mass rapidly. Your shaking makes them jiggle and bounce a bit, only adding to the burning desire to finally release whatever is dwelling within them. The end creeps ever closer, and the speed at which you’re teasing your clit increases by the moment. For a single second, the tension in your breasts releases, leaving just the glowy warmth again. But after that second, you get your relief, and everything comes crashing in like a wave that's been building for hours. Your entire body and mind is overridden by pure bliss, causing your muscles to tense up as your pussy quivers and squirts. Of course, that sensation in your breasts must be released as well, causing your already rather large breasts to suddenly surge much larger. Despite nothing actually coming out, it feels like you’re cumming from your tits as they uncontrollably grow from large to huge to massive, your pink nipples following, becoming thick and perky with plate sized areola to match.

With the final spurts of tension leaving your body once and for all, this orgasmic ride seems to finally be over. Presuming the first order of business is to take a nice shower to clean yourself off before introducing yourself to anyone, you sit up from the bed, falling forward a tad due to the weight of your massive sensitive breasts. It takes you a moment to get adjusted to standing, but once you do, you luckily spot a shower in the corner of the room, matching the white silky aesthetic of the rest of the room. You open the drapes of the room first, against your better judgment, and are shocked to see a vast array of stars in the not so far distance. After taking a moment to bask in the glory of the universe, you get into the shower and turn the water on nice and warm. It won’t be normal having to wash these huge tits for a while, but it does feel pleasant as the warm water hits them. It even makes you a bit wet as the water cascades down your nipples. It’s hard not to give in to your natural urges as you watch said nipples perk up from the stimulation, but you manage to finish up the shower in a reasonable amount of time, leaving with a much better scent and a lot less sweat.

Browsing through the few closets in the room, the only real clothing you seem to be able to find is a sort of white dress. Once again matching the rest of the room. You fumble with it finding out which pieces of the fabric you should slip your legs through, but your inexperienced hands eventually figure it out. The dress covers your butt, but exposes plenty of your legs. It covers your belly and chest, but doesn’t even attempt to hide your back or sideboob, which you have more than plenty of. Going to try the door again, you stumble with that still abnormal weight, and perfectly fall into an elegant but sexy position supported by your hands. You look to your right, remembering where the mirror is, and marvel in your own elegance and sexiness for a moment before getting back to the door. You wrap your hand around the handle this time, and it opens. Beyond the door lies a hallway, and a long mirror with a planet unknown to you in front of you…