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The song of a whetstone against the steel filled the orbiter’s sterile corridors. It was akin to an old verse repeating again and again while its owner carefully sharpened the edge. One movement… Then another… Then another.

The whetstone didn’t stop, even though that kind of steel didn’t need it. The blade had been masterfully crafted as indicated by the specification, and its edge was supposed to remain the same in every circumstance. Yet, the whetstone danced and along came a whistling. Old, practically a remembrance of the sea shanties on the waves all around Ceres’ edge, unnerving Grineers and Peddlers alike on their course to another planet.

They were old songs, old songs of an era when mankind was earthbound, and its sole horizon was the defiant seas. A period of piracy when people died from sickness, wounds, and poor medicine. A period when humanity bore a similar genome across its entire civilization. A moment during which Earth’s sea brimmed with natural and unadulterated life. An eon without the gnawing infestation turning the Sun’s gardens into a hellscape.

A moment a part of humanity yearned to come back, too.

So was Hydroid, his old name taken away but not his love for the sea and the old. He had been a pirate, a traitor, a pitiable criminal… Yet, instead of being killed for his crimes, he had been… Changed. His name had been stripped, replaced by that nomination. The humanity and the roots he yearned to return had been cut away, polluted by the infestation until he was nothing but steel flesh. A living weapon, a bio-drone as they sought to make. A Warframe.

His body was constantly weighed down by the clothes designed by his creator and tormentor. They were a facsimile of pirate attire, with wide trousers, a vest, and a tricorn atop his head, where stood his cyclopean eye.

To comment on the riches he had pilfered, fake gold had been incrusted in his flesh, merging black “clothes” and gold.

His defiant looks had been designed to sow terror among the pirates surrounding Ceres. And they worked well until the fall of the Orokin Empire. His masters had disappeared, and so... his life returned to the old songs, the old song of whetstone and whistling.

“This serves no purpose,” commented a voice on his left.

A voice... or a transmission. Most Warframes kept their vocal cords, but few were keen on using them.

Atlas was... neither. His head bore no mouth nor eyes. Yet, he advanced as if he possessed sight. He had a wide stance: large muscles, large arms, massive chest kept under the steel flesh plates, red mixing with black and gold. Atlas, too, had been another victim, though he had a more dismissive attitude about their pasts before servitude.

“It keeps me busy while I wait for you,” said Hydroid, setting aside the whetstone and the blade by merely throwing them away. They were worthless in the end. “How was it?”

“Was what?” asked Atlas, crossing his powerful arms over his chest, his body still. Yet his loincloth dangled and swayed.

“Your mission. The defense of that ship… Uh, the Arabesque,” snapped Hydroid, his voice transmitted directly into Atlas’ mind, low but suave.

“It was easy,” answered Atlas, his tone more abrasive and colder. “I handled the threat.”

“That’s all?”

“… And I might have something for you.”

That… It was way better for Hydroid as he shifted his position, going from a lotus position on a random crate to sitting properly. Next, he leaned in Atlas’ direction, admiring how the younger frame, compared to him, seemed to fidget and find a word to say.

“Go on, show me,” said Hydroid, feeling his flesh split into a grin behind his “beard”.

“Hum… Even if you might dislike it?”

“I won’t,” said Hydroid, nodding along with a soft and careful tone.

Then… Atlas produced a tiny vial, almost too small for his palm. But with its verdant green color, it was impossible not to know what it was.

“A mod? What’s this one?” asked Hydroid, carefully picking the vial to bring it to his eye. Only one drop was necessary to produce changes in a Warframe’s anatomy, priming them in a way that could improve their resilience or fighting abilities. But that one had no… Markings. It wasn’t a normal mod, nor was it one produced by the Orokins, their masters.

“I brought it on the way out—from an illegal market,” said Atlas. Hydroid swore he heard him cough in the communication.

“Do you know what this one does?” asked Hydroid, his hidden grin growing wider as he stood up and held on the vial tight.

“Not at all. The vendor was cryptic about its result, but-“

“But it’s perfect!”

If Hydroid had been tired of waiting to the point of returning to his old habits, Atlas's little gift completely improved his day. Especially as he grabbed his partner’s wrist.

“You’re going to test it with me,” Hydroid continued, reinforcing his grip, which could crush a skull in a second.

“Wait! I didn’t agree to that!” groaned Atlas, but he relented as Hydroid started to drag him across the ship's labyrinthine corridors.

“You owe me one for making me wait. Plus, it’ll be neat!” continued the old Pirate, feeling his ”blood”, a mix of ichor and mutagens, pump in his hearts as they advanced. And on their way, they met with other Warframes. Other humans who had lost their identities.

“Hey Hydroid. Atlas. Why the hurry?”

“New mods, new fun!” answered Hydroid to a sort of goat-like Warframe with a regal posture.

“Is there something I can do? Or should I send Nidus a message?”

“Don’t bother him. We’re there for a short moment. Someone’s on the Helminth?”

“Huh… Maybe. Lavos? I’m not sure.”

“It wouldn’t take too long. See you later, Oberon!”

Hydroid could hear Atlas groan behind him as the discussion progressed and the topic went over the Helminth. Yup, Hydroid had spilled the beans, but it wasn’t like it was a secret to use it.

Rather, every Warframe used it. Every Warframe, like the duo, ended up in that infestation-ridden room and sat on the chairs there, enduring the constant probing and piercings until the mods were installed. Not every Warframe enjoyed it since the experience tended to be life-changing. And today’s winner, as Atlas and Hydroid arrived, was Lavos.

The bulky Warframe, the old guard, reclined on the chair with his arm outstretched while the needles danced over it. Piercing through the steel flesh, the bone-like end directly injected the mods… And from the look of it, with Lavos’ relaxed attitude despite his martial look, it was only a small intervention.

“More firepower?” asked Hydroid, approaching the doorjamb to lean against it. He eyed Lavos’ flat skull, large gauntlets, and the blue vials attached to his sides.

“More perversion? Let me be done with my setup before you mess with the Helminth,” Lavos retorted as the needles finally departed from his arms, allowing him to flex his muscles.

“Three augmentation mods,” suddenly added the guard, as the needles were on his chest, puncturing armor and bones with a brutal crunch that left everyone in the room unphased.

“Three what?”

“Three augmentation mods for my silence. I want to test some variations in my modding,” added Lavos, flexing his arms again… Sure as hell, he didn’t need all that power, yet he seemed addicted to the mods. Not that Hydroid could judge; everyone was... in their ways.

“Three, and you delay Nidus,” grumbled Hydroid, straightening himself while his interlocutor pointed at the former Pirate.

“Fine by me.”

Not everyone in the ship… Enjoyed what Hydroid had planned, and what Atlas had provided. Luckily, Lavos was in the middle, uncaring whether they did something ugly in that room as long as they cleaned behind them. Which, luckily, wasn’t necessary in a place overridden by flesh growths and infestation. They merely had to avoid destroying the room… But they never did it.

Others… However.

Finally, as the teeth-like needles pulled out, removing a bit of ichor along the way, Lavos jumped on his feet and rubbed his hands.

“Hydroid. Atlas. Gentlemen. A pleasure to do business with you,” he chuckled on the way out, offering a nod to Hydroid and Atlas, who had remained in the back.

“He’ll follow through?” asked the latter as they entered the room. Hydroid punched a command on the door and locked it.

Next, the room was plunged into darkness except for the emergency red light above and the light coming from the flesh growths left and right. In another life, the room could have been an infirmary or a study for Botanics… But its extensive structure, its water basins below deck, and everything plant-like had been overtaken.

Much like the chairs like to what might have been an auto-doc.

“If he wants his augments,” answered Hydroid, his boots stomping on the reinforced glass towards Atlas before he slipped his fingers between the Warframe’s legs. “You doubt him?”

“I don’t,” mumbled Atlas on the communication, his voice quivering.

The reason? Well, Hydroid was exploring it by brushing his gauntlet against the latex-like black scrotum, the filled and churning orbs inside… Before he moved up towards what seemed to be a shaft at rest. No, at half-mast. It had a naturally swollen and flared tip, underlining its natural width. Both organs were bare and made of those same substances, making them closer to latex than skin while still answering to prodding and stimulations like normal skin. Moreover, that same substance could harden to protect those parts or make them rigid and immovable during fights… Lest Atlas’s massive junk would flap, much like his loincloths during their explorations.

Yet, Hydroid kept touching and stroking it.

“You are bigger than before. You used more mods,” laughed Hydroid as he passed a hand beneath the perfectly round testicles, feeling the latex skin release under Atlas’ commands before they weighed heavily in his palms. He thought them churning with semen, though modified and corrupted. Then, he slid his fingers higher to touch the flared tip, almost a quarter wider than the shaft itself. He stroked it, felt the flesh contract and more ichor be pumped within that cock.

“I did,” confirmed Atlas, as a spurt of fluid, as black as ink, spewed out of his dick onto Hydroid’s fingers.

The pirate watched the liquid, then slowly brought his digits behind his “beard” to his toothy mouth so he could taste it: acrid, acidic, slightly chemical, and salty, too. None of them bothered the Warframe, who tilted his head and spoke with a joyful tone.

“Don’t fret, Atlas. This is a moment for both of us!”

“I’m not afraid.”

“You don’t have, too! You can trust Lavos to do his duty for us!”

“I… Trust him.”

“And it’s a good thing because I’ll sacrifice three augments to keep him—quiet?”

Hydroid looked at Atlas and watched the bulky Warframe hold him by the shoulders. Next, he lifted him like it was nothing, despite the Warframes’ weight often threatening mechanical wonders. He was lifted so easily… And forced to sit on the nearest chair by the infested growths.

“I get it. We’ll enjoy this. Not, use that mod so we can have it,” said Atlas as he sat on the chair by his partner.

“Hrmph. I’m trying to help you. You’re always so afraid of doing things unless I make you try first,” said Hydroid as he approached the infested growth with the vial… One tendril extended, grew, and formed like a socket Hydroid filled with the vial’s contents. The liquid, as green and bright, was instantly absorbed, and green veins seemed to progress through the Helminth’s infested growth, going all around the chairs.

“I hope your seller didn’t put a virus in it,” commented Hydroid as he watched the bioluminescent light spread across the twisted machine, like lines joining every part. Soon, the motor started to whirr, the articulations bent, and the needles cling. It seemed to start well and--

Hydroid nearly screamed when he watched all the Helminth’s arms and systems suddenly collapse.

“Shit! There’s a virus!” he shouted, grabbing the overtaken console nearby to tap on the half-eaten screen. But even that one didn’t answer.

“He’s trustworthy! It might be a bug!”

“Doesn’t seem like a bug to me. And if we’re calling Nidus, he’ll know about the illegal mod when flus-“

[I]WHIRRR!

[/I]The engine’s sound started again, full blast. Where the Helminth had collapsed before, the arms suddenly sprouted to life and started to move around, their needles and claws extending and closing their embrace on the Warframes.

“It works!” laughed Hydroid, his deep voice like a rumble.

“He’s trustworthy!”

“IT WORKS!”

“He is trustworthy!” answered Atlas again before he slammed his head against the headrest and watched the Helminth at work. The assemblage of corruption started to approach their bodies, the needles ready to inject whatever changes the substance might do…

However, it didn’t target the arms. Nor the legs. Nor the torso.

“Hoho… Your guy is a pervert!” chuckled Hydroid, attracting Atlas’ eyes away from himself and towards his fellow. Hydroid, much like Atlas, bore a loincloth that fitted with his vest. But the same loincloth had been pushed away to reveal his genitals, grown and modified from another set of mods. Black and latex-like, his testicles were no different than Atlas… But his cock was entirely human: black foreskin, black cockhead, veiny length, wide base. It didn’t have that bulbous end… But it was as if when Hydroid started to pick up the shaft to stroke it while the needles approached his testicles.

“A testicle mod!”

“He didn’t tell me it was one!” retorted Atlas, flushed while he watched the arms approach his partner’s nuts and…

A long, drawn, lustful moan went through the comms. Coming right from Atlas’ mind as he felt the needles pierce through his skin and inject the mod right into his gonads. Soon, his moan was echoed by Hydroid. The former Pirate leaned back, his tricorn pressing against the headrest while he lifted his hips a bit.

“That feels good,” he added, his fingers trembling around the shaft while the green glow seemed to course through the arms and needles before it went inside his ballsack.

With a glance, Atlas confirmed it happened the same to him. He watched the infusion spread into the latex skin, giving it an eerie internal glow before it disappeared. For a moment, it had felt like a little shock had been spread through his nuts… And then. It started.

The sensation of heaviness.

“The fuck?” mouthed Atlas, feeling his testicles go both heavier and throb. Both sensations were sudden and intense, forcing the Warframe to lean and touch the skin. Instead of a cold and rigid texture, he found the skin rippling and warm.

Both details would have made him frown if he still had a human face. But not.

“It’s… A growth mod?”

“Hrmph… Doesn’t feel like it, Atlas. Way too intense,” commented Hydroid, who seemed to be in a similar situation.

Still, both Warframes soon had to spread their legs as they watched their organs grow under the emergency light. Their skin remained perfectly taut and adapted, but those testicles were… Swelling. Not at a regular rate, but by throb. Whenever a pulse came from them, it almost felt like they bounced against the creaking chairs and got bigger.

With each pulse also came to a heatwave going through the two Warframes, as well as a tiny bit of pleasure that kept their dicks stiff and pointed up while the chemicals kept working… And working.

“An endless… Growth mod?” asked Atlas, wondering as he also watched his cock throb… And seemingly grow, too.

“No. I’ve tried one, once. It makes you feel… Wayyyy weaker,” answered Hydroid, gripping his armchair and reclining further. His legs were now completely spread, forced away from the chair by the two massive boulders between his legs.

For the two, walking or moving would seem difficult when each scrotum reached below the knee by their sheer size. Notwithstanding the weight. Or even how their testicles lost their perfectly round shapes.

Genitals in Warframes were artificial, something only a few traders could produce and sell. Not every Warframe had them or condoned them. If some wanted a part of their humanity back, it was their pleasure… As long as it didn’t hinder their missions.

Which… Made it weirder when those ideally grown organs started to be reshaped from the inside and get so big they stuck Atlas and Hydroid on their chairs.

Beneath the latex skin, bumps started to form and grow, too. With each pulse, their forms began to imprint from beneath, breaking the definite round harmony while the two Warframes relished, exhaled, and groaned with many inky precum spurts.

“When… Will it end?” asked Atlas, heaving as the throb seemed to continue but the growth not. Instead, the bumps became more visible.

“No… Clue. We’re lucky… Lavos will delay Nidus,” exhaled Hydroid through the com, his tricorn hitting the chair. “Oh. Fuck… I… I think I know what it is.”

“You—”

Atlas stopped when he felt something… Move. Along with the pulse. His head pointed down, his sensors directed at his testicles, now ridden with those bumps. He watched them and… They moved with the pulse.

He was sure he had seen it. He could tell he-

“Fuck!” he nearly shouted when something seemed to go [I]up[/I].

Usually, ejaculation still felt a bit tense with a sudden contraction of their artificial prostate as well as scrotum. But this was different when Atlas sure felt something round, big, slid from his testicles. But upward.

“Your trustworthy guy is a pervert!” laughed Hydroid on the side, furiously stroking his shaft. He pulled on the foreskin up and down while more of the black precum spurted free to end splattered on his bulging testicles. Compared to Atlas, he enjoyed the moment. He enjoyed the oblong intrude moving upward, then inward, then down… Then outward. In its progress, Hydroid felt and watched his groin bulging and seemingly contracting as… His prostate was getting outstretched from the inside.

“I… Will never buy it from him again.”

“Please, do,” retorted Hydroid as he… melted on his chair.

Within his body moved something, pushed and moving. Until its presence marked itself in his cock’s underbelly. Like a rotund shape slowly progressing forward, followed in its procession by another. And another.

Their shapes were visible, bulging beneath the black skin, while their movements were irregular, driven by prostate contraction.

But then… It appeared.

The egg... crowned from the urethra. Its presence forced the formerly tight orifice to open up as its shape moved on... and on... and on. Due to the irregular contraction, it bounced. Yet, steadily, its presence went higher until... it fell.

The egg, white and pristine, coated with a slew of precum, dropped from Hydroid’s cock on the ground without a break. There was only a loud [I]THUD!

[/I]Followed by another, coming right from Atlas.

At Hydroid’s side, the other Warframe seemed, too, keen on gripping the armchairs while his equine cock stood up and erect with an egg at its tip. It not only bounced outward but slightly balanced on the flared tip before its balance broke and it fell. [I]THUD!

[/I]The sound echoed within the room, amidst the artificial breathing from the infestation and the groans through the communications. Their bodies had no mouths, but their breathing systems were at their maximum… As their bodies contracted, so did their muscles as the movements within their groins continued.

Whatever that mod was, or had been, it had modified their testicles to produce and house eggs, eggs that, once overfilling, had only one way out.

One way Hydroid savored by laying another egg, followed by a spew of precum. The former pirate threw his head back and hit his tricorn against the headrest once more while his legs went weak and unresponsive. He groaned through the coms, swarming them with gargles and grunts while another egg slipped out. And another… And another.

A flow coming right from his oversized and overswollen testicles. He- lost count of how many times he climaxed, yet only to feel another egg pushed out.

Another spasm and another thud while he arched his body.

This was… So much. Too much. So much he was losing touch with his body.

Perhaps, somewhere, one of his internal systems was ringing and crying out loud about the load on the scrotum, the hormonal cocktail his body produced, or how those waves of pleasure overtook his nervous system. But Hydroid had long shut them off before, relying on his most basic senses. And those never failed him, whether in fight, to please him, or to complete him.[I]

[/I]

“At-las?” he mumbled, humming the old songs of before as he held on to his sanity.

[I]THUD! THUD!

[/I]“Y- Yes?” answered his partner, in the same predicament as him. Under the warframe’s grip, the armchairs had been crushed and reduced to mere scrap.

[I]THUD! THUD!

[/I]“Let’s… Do this. Again.”

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“ABSOLUTELY NOT!” roared Nidus, standing right before the open door with a pad in his hands. Expert in the infestation, he looked more like an assemblage of steel flesh but cobbled together with animalistic traits: like those protruding horns atop his head or beast-like legs.

His body was… Contrary to Atlas and Hydroid, more of a perverted design for a mind who had participated in the Warframes’ development.

And the one who was handling the Helminth during crises.

And he stood in front of Hydroid and Atlas. Both were still on their chairs, their legs spread by their enormous and egg-ridden testicles. On the ground, the oblong but resilient shapes were rolling out from the little mound formed by each Warframe.

They had laid at least a hundred eggs, and their bodies were too exhausted to move. More than that, their muscles had probably been stuck in a security lock to avoid any further damage.

A situation that left them exposed with their dicks hard, still swollen by the eggs inside. But those were not moving, not anymore.

“This is the last time I authorize the introduction of experimental mods!” shouted Nidus, his feet dancing to avoid crushing one of the eggs as he approached the Helminth’s command panel. He taped on the system, barely paying attention to the chair-ridden Warframes.

“It—... It’s my fault; I bought it,” Atlas mumbled, his voice slurring and stumbling.

“No. I forced Atlas to use his mod,” continued Hydroid, his unique eye seemingly unfocused.

“Shut up. Don’t care… I have to restart the system and flush to mod fluids because I don’t want anyone else to get… Like this. And then I have to find a way to fix you!”

Then… Hydroid laughed.

His laugh was open in a short range, allowing everyone around to hear the low rumble while his weakened body trembled, sickened.

“What’s so funny?” asked Nidus, taping at a high speed on the screen that seemed responsive… But not fast enough.

“You. Your boner.”

Nidus stopped and looked down. Though most Warframes didn’t possess genitals, Nidus did. With his codpiece opening, his bright red shaft started to peek out. That spear, precum-coated and musky, pushed forward. Its presence wasn’t without consequence since Atlas, too, seemed to have noticed and joined Hydroid’s fit.

“You idiots,” grumbled Nidus, tapping on the control panel less fast and more bothered.

“Why… Don’t you join us?” asked Hydroid, the smile in his voice.

Sure, maybe there would still be a bit more of that mod in the system… It wouldn’t hurt, if the two had had such a moment their systems were swarmed with endorphins and oxytocin. It even seemed a good experience on Warframes’ biology. And for a moment, Nidus stopped, his horns raising and lowering along his thoughts. Before he punched a single command, the door leading to the room closed.

“Just… Once. And you’ll owe me for messing with Helminth.”

“Sure, Nidus.”