>It had been a particularly long day for the USPC, assuring disputes were settled among the planets within their fold as well as welcoming new species into the Collaboration. >"So, Any final business before we close out today's session?" the Grand Chancellor of the United Sapient Planets Collaboration asked. >sitting there, cramming as many of your fingers as you can into your sopping demanding hole, conjuring up visions of xenos taking you from both holes, while several more wait their turn, grinding and oozing pheromone heavy seed all over you, bringing you to levels of pleasure you never could have dreamt of in your old form >finally, a bestial creature laying there on the floor, finally recognizing what has happened to you, you gaze upon your form, and despite the disgust you know you should feel, all you see is a body perfect for breeding, for getting pounded and filled with eggs, and the final fleeting knowledge that your purpose is to be fucked, as your final shreds of resistance give in to the blissful daydreams >it progresses and becomes more intense every passing day, fueled by your intensely needy efforts, by this point practically fisting yourself in a desperate haze to orgasm, every change, though worrying, you hardly have time to ponder, the confusion and terror barely having time to set in as your lust returns with a vengeance mere seconds after each orgasm >the coloration slowly spreads, and the change starts growing out from your nether regions >wake up one day with a strange alien vagina, and grow more aroused by the day, less able to control yourself, rubbing yourself more and more 168 KB, 706x749 >you will never slowly transform into a xeno broodmother