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Artemis Station. One of the most mysterious places – a prison from which nobody ever returned – that anyone had ever heard of, and Gwen was no exception. The ironic part was that everyone could see it; every night, it could be spotted as a little glint in the night sky, like a shooting star from horizon to horizon, as it orbited the earth. The prison-station was in high orbit, the highest of any known satellites or space stations, and as such, utterly out of reach bar for the little glimpses.

Ecko sat on his porch, the black dragon looking up at that tiny dot of light in the sky. It was almost as if it was calling out to him, in some strange metaphysical sense. Ever since he had learned about it, it’d been stuck in his thoughts like this. He had to figure out what they were doing up there! It could be the scoop of the century, or at least something that was very important for everyone to know about. The prisoners never returned, and the station didn’t, after all, have infinite capacity. That meant they were either killed or shipped off beyond the solar system.

If it was the former, the world had to know. If the latter, he had to know.

And so, Ecko made the decision, however unwise, to hack into the station’s servers. He was just the right person for the task, never having cared much about the physical world. Sometimes, he felt like he was online more often than not, and always with a female avatar that served as a kind of escapism from the drudgery of real life. Escapism that had led to him picking up a few less than savory skills such as this.

He wouldn’t be able to hack the station itself, of course, lacking any kind of connection to it, but the project did have an earth-based office, and the entire facility where ships left for the station, always returning empty. And those two places would necessarily have a way to communicate with the station itself. Therefore, Ecko reasoned, if he hacked into one of their servers, the world would be his proverbial oyster.

Was it really foolish? Yes. He was aware that it was. But he was much too obsessed with the station to resist the urge. He’d never rest again if he didn’t figure out what they did on that mysterious spot of light in the night sky. So, it was both foolish and inevitable, akin to a Greek tragedy, really, the curiosity his personal hamartia. It would at least be a noble end if it turned out that the station’s purpose was nefarious… as long as he managed to spread the information before being caught. If he was caught, Ecko reminded himself. He couldn’t go into something like this expecting failure, or he would fail for sure. A self-fulfilling prophecy of the absolute worst kind.

To his surprise, the systems were barely eggshells. The security broke easily, in fact so easily – all it took was a simple code injection attack – that Ecko could practically feel the trap that he’d just walked into closing around him. His heart was beating rapidly as he quickly accessed as many files as he could, scanning through them while keeping his ears perked for an incoming battalion of security guards. Or worse, actual police. Or the military. He had no idea who actually ran Artemis Station.

Quickly, now. Quickly. He scanned through the words. The station was for… producing breeders for new colonies.

What?

Ecko blinked. What did that mean? He knew about the colonies in the distant reaches of space – everyone did – but he had no idea what “producing breeders” meant. The document went on to describe an injection that had been designed specifically for that purpose, to “reshape the bodies of prisoners into forms more appropriate for breeding”. This was combined with what the document called a “mind scan” to ensure compatibility to “reduce transformational trauma to prisoners where such trauma would be unwarranted.”

That sounded menacing. And that was as far as Ecko got before his instincts proved true; the easily cracked servers were a trap, but it was too late to get away, now. There was a crash at his front door, followed by a clattering sound, in turn followed by a flash and a bang – completely blinding and deafening him for a brief moment – then accompanied by the sound of rushing boots and a cracking blow to the side of his head. And then, nothing at all. Only blackness and quiet.

He woke up with a splitting headache, somewhere entirely different. Somewhere cold, but not entirely uncomfortable, as Ecko found himself on a bunk bed with a thin but serviceable mattress. For a moment, he laid there, looking up at the metal ceiling, and tried to gather his thoughts.

This had to be a prison cell of some kind. That was obvious. He was here because of the hacking incident – Ecko quietly cursed himself for walking straight into that trap – but where was here?

One place came to mind, and his draconic heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t possibly be on Artemis Station, could he? It was possible that he had been unconscious for much longer than he thought, but… he wasn’t important enough for that kind of treatment.

Someone banged the bars of his cell, and with a groan, Ecko sat up in his bunk. It was then that he realized he had a cellmate, too. A Doberman, by looks of it, one who looked very bored, frustrated, and somewhat angry staring at the guard. The guard was a wolf. Female, which Ecko thought a little odd for a prison, and also heavily pregnant, which was even stranger.

“Oh, you’re awake. Great. This idiot has been waiting for you to wake up,” the Doberman snarled. “Jack, by the way. Introductions over. Now can you tell me what we’re being punished for? I want to call my lawyer.”

“Uh, Ecko-” the dragon replied, but was interrupted by the guard.

“Ecko here tried to hack the servers of the Artemis Project. And you, dog, committed grand theft. You’re aware of this,” the wolf replied, matter-of-factly. “Rather than being sentenced to regular prison, however, our mind scans revealed that you’re both compatible with our Greater Purpose, and so you’re here, on Artemis Station.”

“That can’t possibly be legal,” Jack growled. “And what ‘mind scan’?”

“It’s legal enough. Will anyone break you out?” the wolf grinned. “If not, you might want to quit with the semantics. Things work a little differently up here.”

She paused, looking at the two as Ecko climbed down from his bunk.

“You’ll both serve only up to five years, in exchange for mandatory participation in our program.”

“The fuck does that mean?” Jack replied with an increasingly frustrated snarl. “What mind scan? What program?”

Ecko didn’t quite dare explain it to him. Not when he was this angry. If the information he had found was correct, they were both going to be turned into “breeders,” whatever that meant, and the Doberman didn’t seem like the kind of person who’d take it well. Not worth the risk of him lashing out, at least not yet. Especially when he had so little information about what exactly that meant.

“You’ll learn about that soon enough,” the wolf informed them, before calling out to someone that the two prisoners couldn’t see. “Hey, doctor, come over here!”

An otter arrived, clad in a long, pristine lab coat and a disarming smile, or as much as a doctor carrying about a dozen syringes full of an off-pink fluid on a silver tray could look disarming.

“Nope,” the Doberman promptly explained. “Let me face my sentence on earth.”

“Well, perhaps I wasn’t entirely clear. You’ve already volunteered for this. Remember the mind-scan?” the wolf asked while the otter stood there obligingly, her thick tail slowly wagging behind her.

“I… I mean, I at least don’t remember?” Ecko interjected.

“Well, you wouldn’t, you were unconscious. But your subconscious mind volunteered. And so did yours, dog,” the wolf grinned. “I’ll refer to the legal enough from earlier. But trust us, we are doing this for the betterment of all civilization. And so, you cannot have a true choice.”

Ecko thought about it for a moment. They were in space, so far that nobody could see anything but a little spark in the night sky when they passed. They were utterly at their captor’s mercy, but even then, he felt a slight pull to actually trust them. The otter’s smile seemed genuine, and she didn’t seem to be a sadist who’d enjoy hurting them.

He stuck his arm out through the bars. The wolf held it, and the otter quickly swabbed a spot with alcohol that felt cool as it quickly dissipated. She then grabbed a syringe, tapped it, ensured that there was no air stuck inside, and stuck it in Ecko’s arm before he could have second thoughts. The needle pierced his soft scales easily, and the pink liquid disappeared into his bloodstream with only a slight warmth that spread from the injection site.

“Probably going to kill you. Probably going to kill me too,” Jack sighed, but he arrived at the same conclusion that Ecko had; he didn’t have a choice. The Doberman extended his arm through the bars as well and received the same injection at the otter’s skillful hands. “You can’t keep people in the dark about this forever.”

“Most people will eventually agree with what we do,” the wolf smiled. “Once we’re spread across the stars.”

She caressed her pregnant belly for a moment, a wistful look in her eyes.

The next few days passed without much fanfare as Ecko and Jack waited for whatever information their captors deigned to give. The food, at least, was good. He and his cellmate got along begrudgingly, talking about their experiences. Jack was a professional larcenist, it turned out, and a fairly skilled one at that, but he seemed more impressed by how the dragon described hacking into the Artemis servers.

“You know, just because they caught you doesn’t mean they’ll catch everyone,” the dog pointed out. "Sooner or later, someone will tell the world what happens up here.”

It was a good point. If whatever they did was nefarious, it’d leak sooner or later. A little assurance as they waited for their inevitable fate. Ecko did note that they didn’t see any older prisoners; only the ones they had arrived with. Jack in turn noticed that all of the staff at the prison seemed to be women, which was such a peculiar choice that he kept ruminating on it for hours. Ecko was more focused on an irritating and constant pain in his nipples. His entire chest, really. When he mentioned that to the guards, his concerns about heart issues were summarily dismissed, as if they expected those complaints.

But why would his nipples hurt? He couldn’t make heads or tails of it, and didn’t quite make out the connection between his nipples and being a “breeder” as he imagined it. Not yet. While it might’ve been obvious to others, the high stress of the situation kept him from focusing enough to figure it out.

The others were growing increasingly restless. A horse was particularly belligerent, loudly banging on his cell bars until the guards forcefully put him to sleep with a dartgun. Ecko couldn’t help but feel that it was a foolish idea to cause trouble now, rather than at a more opportune moment. All it would amount to was worse treatment by the guards.

On their fourth day, an assembly was called. All dozen or so newcomers were brought out into the central hall with their wrists cuffed, except the troublemaker of a horse, who also had his ankles cuffed ensuring that he couldn’t kick or run, and a muzzle that squeezed his mouth shut. He looked furious, like he’d snap any of their necks if given the opportunity.

The assembly hall was the same cold metal as their cell, and didn’t feel the slightest bit welcoming, but it was there that they were finally told of the purpose of the entire Artemis Project. As they stood in a line, awaiting what everyone thought was surely something terrible to be revealed, while the pregnant wolf from earlier kept watch.

A large deer entered the room. As with all the other staff, she appeared to be female despite a pair of massive antlers. The black uniform did little to hide her four heaving breasts – a rare enough body variant that Ecko had seen only once before – or the wide hips. Two masked guards followed her with tranquilizer rifles in hand. This one was important, in other words. If Ecko had to guess, she had to be the warden.

“Good morning, prisoners,” she spoke, her voice husky yet commanding. “I am the warden of Artemis Station, and my name is Dahlia. By now, I suspect you’ve all begun to figure out what we’re doing. Rest assured that our overarching purpose is to turn you all into productive members of society for our colonies beyond the stars.”

A quiet murmur went through the group of prisoners, but nobody quite dared to open their mouths to question the warden.

“Down to the nitty-gritty then. All of your minds were scanned to ensure compatibility with becoming breeders. For us, that is largely synonymous with women, with some optional irregularities. To give you examples: Ecko, the dragon here, is already one in all but physical form, and Jack, this uncooperative dog, will still be transformed without additional trauma,” the warden explained, continuing as she smirked at the apparent surprise on the faces of the prisoners. “Yes, I do in fact read through the history of every prisoner who comes to my station. This applies to all of you, except a few sentenced for severe, serious crimes, who may also find themselves here. They receive a slightly more reductive treatment.”

So that was what the injection was for, and why Ecko’s chest was hurting, the dragon assumed, but then, the warden continued.

“You’ve all been constantly dosed with feminizing agents in both the food and water. There’s no way around that. The injections you all received, in turn, accelerate those effects.”

Was that why the food was so delicious? To his great surprise, Ecko didn’t feel shocked or concerned in the slightest. In fact, the sudden revelation made him feel oddly happy. He had never really cared about being a man. At the same time, he was incredibly confused by that reaction, because he wouldn’t ever have expected it.

“For those of you who want it, we offer an accelerant to speed up the process after you’ve first acclimated to the changes,” the warden continued. “As a sidenote, almost all of the staff here started off as ‘male’. We simply chose to stay and support the Artemis Project rather than move to the colonies as breeders, because we believe in the mission.”

That was a lot to take in all at once. The incredibly curvy warden? The pregnant wolf? The otter-doctor who was just about the epitome of thin, wispy femininity? Had they all really started off with male bodies? The injections had to work actual miracles. Ecko looked down at himself and imagined how his body would change. The thought made his mind reel, but in a good way, like a drunken buzz.

Suddenly the dragon realized that Dahlia was still talking and refocused his attention on her words.

“…those of you who are considered to already be women on the inside are encouraged to change both pronouns and name, if the latter is required, to help with acceptance. If you wish to do so, step forward now.”

Ecko scanned the room. Out of the dozen or so new arrivals, nobody immediately stepped forward, but after a few moments of silence, a rabbit did so with a sheepish look in his eyes. Then, a bat did the same. Ecko swallowed hard and did so as well. Whatever this strange feeling inside him was, he wanted to pursue it. He had to. Was this why he had felt so drawn to Artemis? That they’d reveal to him what he really was?

“Okay, great. Let’s start with-” the pregnant guard-wolf announced, but Ecko’s cellmate, the Doberman, interrupted her.

“How do we know you’re not just brainwashing us? The dragon might not remember the stupid damn mind scan because he was unconscious, but I do! I remember it feeling like someone was remote controlling my fucking brain!” he growled.

“You might not want to do that,” the warden replied with a thin-lipped and forced smile. “It’s in your best interest to play along, because if you resist, the process has a risk of being much more traumatic.”

The Doberman didn’t challenge the warden on that, but he was staring daggers at her, but the warden turned her steely – yet somehow maternal – gaze to Ecko.

“Let’s start with you. Dragons are always important to us, and we’ll get into why in private, later. What would you like your new name to be?” she asked.

“Um,” Ecko stuttered. It was going to be hard enough to get used to a new set of pronouns, but then… changing her name to something more feminine felt right, in a way that she was fairly sure wasn’t caused by any drugs or hypnosis. “…Gwen?”

Gwen was the name she had always used for her online alter ego. Gwen the hacker, Gwen the dragoness. The persona that she had hacked the Artemis servers to begin with. It wasn’t before now that she realized it had always been her name, in a way. How had she never thought about it, the fact that she had chosen a female name and appearance for the avatar she could choose?

“Gwen is a fine name,” the warden beamed. “Go with that for now. And the rest of you?”

She turned to face the bunny and bat. They chose, after a moment’s hesitation, the names Elizabeth and Constance, which Gwen found a little old-timey but certainly not bad. Gods, this was going to be a whole adventure, wasn’t it? Not at all what she had expected, but not unwelcome.

And with that, that assembly was over. All new prisoners were moved to the main prison, where all the other prisoners were already. Here, the cells were comfortable, and Gwen was immediately spellbound seeing so many other “males” in various stages of their transformations. Most already had breasts. Others had changed further, with wider hips and some even narrow shoulders.

Gwen didn’t dare ask about their genitalia. Not yet.

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A few months later, the changing dragoness had rather noticeable swelling around her chest. Each time she noticed it, she felt that by now familiar and quite happy sense of warmth. It was as if she was waking up, with the world growing softer and kinder somehow despite their imprisoned state.

Jack was less happy. He, too, had experienced breast growth, more so than Gwen even, with the difference being that he didn’t want to. Every day he seemed more high-strung and angry about the situation, and Gwen found herself acting as a therapist for her cellmate.

“How can you just be okay with this? I mean, look,” he growled one morning, gesturing towards his chest, where a pair of undeniable breasts filled out the prison uniform. “I’m a man, I wasn’t meant to like…”

“I never really felt like one, I think,” Gwen replied thoughtfully. “Or at least, I didn’t really think about it much before this.”

“So, you’re just… totally fine with this?” Jack asked, a pained desperation in his voice. “What if they take your cock too?”

“I really wouldn’t mind,” Gwen admitted. “But then, they say that I was always a woman, so… I guess it’s more like returning to the default?”

That gave the Doberman pause. He still didn’t seem happy, but he was visibly thinking of something. Perhaps of ways that he could make himself feel better about what was happening, or at least, to learn how to accept it. It wasn’t as if he could stop eating or drinking.

Most of their days went like that. He’d ask Gwen how her transformation was going. How she was coping with her lessened muscle mass, her more and more feminine body – rounder hips, bigger breasts that were already near a B-cup in size – and sometimes, he asked for advice, too. Gwen would tell him that there was nothing wrong with being a man with breasts – just as she had, apparently, been a woman without them – but it was a cold comfort for him, it seemed.

They got along, at least. Sometimes, he asked for a hug, as the changing hormones in his body left him moody. Sometimes, he didn’t want to eat, but Gwen convinced him that he had to, because otherwise they’d just force him. There was no escape, so acceptance was the best policy, she figured.

There was another aspect, though. As Gwen grew more feminine, the Doberman – despite his distress – seemed to be more and more attracted to her, perhaps in a subconscious way where his eyes lingered on her a little longer, or he stared at her when she changed into a fresh uniform. It wasn’t entirely unwelcome, she found.

One of those nights, Jack needed more reassurance than usual, and so, Gwen invited him to sleep in her bed, tightly cuddled up as they dreamt about how to face their new realities together. That was, after he had already fallen asleep, when Gwen got confirmation that he really was attracted to her, in the form of a quickly firming erection pressing under her tail. He probably wasn’t even aware of it.

But assuming that the Doberman was only into women, that meant he was starting to subconsciously register her as one. And there it was again; that warm, all-engulfing fuzziness in Gwen’s growing chest. This really had to be the way things were meant to be, didn’t it? Why else would she feel this way? It couldn’t just be brainwashing and manipulation when it felt this real.

She didn’t dare wake Jack up, but she still managed to leisurely wiggle back against his rather bulky erection, simply enjoying feeling his desire and warmth against her.

Still, as fate would have it, despite her best efforts at supporting the Doberman, he had already lashed out more than once, throwing his food out or simply refusing to leave his cell. Yet, he was hardly the most difficult prisoner; that honor went to the horse they had seen a few times.

Once he began to experience growth, he attacked one of the guards. It was a quick affair; they opened his cell door for cleaning, and the instant they did so, he kicked the guard who did it down. After that, he – in a panicked frenzy – managed to run about ten meters before he was struck by a barrage of darts and almost immediately collapsed onto the floor. Gwen watched the whole thing happen, and she also watched the guards drag his bulky body away while making sure the one who got kicked was alright. Apparently, her ribs were bruised but not broken.

A few minutes later, the announcement system crackled to life.

“This is the warden speaking,” a familiar voice echoed across the halls. “It would appear that we need to remind you all of what happens to difficult cases. Remember that we have a Maximum-Security wing, and you do not want to go to the Maximum-Security wing.”

Just hearing her pronounce the words made Gwen shudder. It certainly couldn’t be a pleasant place with how her voice deepened.

But that night, she and Jack got a visit from Dahlia herself, along with her two heavily armored bodyguards. The curvy deer appeared by their cell just as the lights went out, and the gloom lent her an additional aura of dreadful authority, and the faint green glow of her guards’ visors didn’t soften the impression any. Despite their benevolent purpose, they looked like villains from a science fiction movie, Gwen thought, but perhaps that was necessary to keep troublemakers in line.

“We’d like to take you both to see the Maximum-Security wing,” she stated matter-of-factly. “Being that you, Jack, have begun to develop an uncooperative reputation.”

“Why me, then?” Gwen dared to ask.

“I think you’ll want to see what we have to show you,” the warden replied. “Hands against the wall.”

Gwen obeyed, as did Jack after a moment’s consideration of whether he would fare better than the horse from earlier had. Thankfully, he decided to play it smart, and as they leaned against the wall, the two masked guards entered to cuff their hands before leading them out. As they were buzzed out of the main prison area, Gwen caught her first glimpse of the view from the station in the corridor, and it was so breathtaking that she stopped to stare.

“Give her a moment,” the warden ordered, and the guard who had been about to jab her with a nightstick stopped in her tracks immediately.

The budding dragoness looked at earth, so far below them – a giant, almost glowing orb of blue, green, and white, suspended in an endless sea of stars all around it – and for a moment, it was all that she could do. It was an immediate rush of perspective about her own place in the world. If even her home planet was ultimately so… if not insignificant, then perhaps trivial in the grand scheme of the universe, what did that say about herself? It said that she was free to be whatever she wanted. That the social norms of earth didn’t matter.

There had been a moment near the beginning of her stay on Artemis Station that she hadn’t been sure about any of it. Thoughts between the euphoric surges of her transformation, doubts about if she could ever really be a woman. But somehow, seeing everything from such a distant perspective told her something new about herself. She wasn’t sure how to make sense of any of it, but again, that feeling of warmth and happiness filled her.

She turned around, ready to continue following the guard in front of them, and they did so, entering a large elevator that seemed to move through the station both horizontally and vertically. The sensation was disorienting to say the least, but it paled in comparison to what she saw when the doors slid open.

The maximum-security wing looked like hell, and Gwen wasn’t sure where to start trying to process it. The entryway where the elevator stopped had automated turrets that diligently scanned the area. And in front of them, there was a dark glass pane through which they could see the outlines of people strapped into machines that kept moving, but she couldn’t quite see the details through the dimmed glass. None seemed conscious.

“This is where the worst cases get sent. Those who are sent here for truly horrible crimes, and those who absolutely refuse to reform,” the warden told them. “They still serve as productive citizens. Simply not consciously.”

“W-what do you mean?” Gwen asked.

Dahlia gave a swift wave to the masked guards and then gestured down the hallway. “Come with me. Guards, keep the dog there and let him think about his own actions.”

Gwen followed her, halfway expecting the whirring ceiling-turret to open fire as she walked past it, but it didn’t show any sign of even noticing her. The warden led her down a flight of stairs and into the room they had viewed earlier, and there, in one of the machines, was the horse who had assaulted a guard.

“He” looked fully female. Or she. Gwen wasn’t sure. What she was sure about was that the horse was being fucked by the machine. A suitably equine dildo kept thrusting into her new pussy, and she moaned, but her voice sounded broken. Like an animal squeal of joy rather than a conscious one made by a sapient creature. Her tits were enormous even though she had been fully male only hours ago, and they swung pendulously beneath her to the rhythm of the dildo.

But then, Gwen turned and saw someone else. A tiger. She couldn’t pinpoint it, but she felt as if she recognized her. It couldn’t be…

“Correct, this tiger is from the same high school as you,” the warden stated. “After tormenting you for years, she murdered a family cold blood. And now, she’s here, repaying her debt to society with each birth.”

“What… what do you do to these people?” Gwen stuttered. She couldn’t take her eyes off the dildos pumping into both of the chained women.

“This is what happens when a non-compatible person is forcibly transformed. The immense dysphoria brought on by a rapid transformation breaks them, and what remains is then broken by pleasure. We call them broodmares,” the warden replied. She stepped forward and slapped the tiger’s ass. She didn’t react; it was as if nothing could break that mindless reverie of pleasure. “And that’s what they do. They never go a day without being pregnant.”

She then turned back to Gwen. “I would like to make a request,” she began. “As one civilian to another. Disregard that I am the warden, for a moment.”

“Y-yes?” Gwen stuttered.

She gestured towards the prisoners. “Make sure your cellmate doesn’t go down this path. Encourage her. Show her your pleasure. And perhaps remind her that some of us can keep both sets of genitalia, if you think that’d help.”

“We can?” Gwen asked. “I mean, both-”

“-yes. I am a hermaphrodite myself. We still bear the burden of pregnancy, but retain the ability to breed others, too,” she smiled. That was the first time Gwen could remember seeing her smile. “I think, though, that you’d prefer being fully female.”

Gwen found her words caught in her throat as she realized the warden was right. She would prefer being fully female; her cock meant nothing to her.

“You’ll get to make that choice when the time comes, as will your cellmate. As an additional benefit, if you accept my request, you will both have the choice between being sent to the colonies as breeders… or staying here on the Artemis to support our mission,” she explained, pausing only to take a breath. “And in your case, to help our inmates accept their new selves.”

Gwen stood there in half-stunned silence, watching the two inmates get mercilessly fucked. The tiger was heavily pregnant, and cum was still dripping from the horse’s cunt from the last machine-administered insemination that had to have happened only moments ago. For some godforsaken reason the thought of being forcibly impregnated excited her a little, but she also liked keeping her mind intact. And besides, she’d be pregnant soon enough. Gwen shook her head. No, she’d prefer staying sane.

But it was hot.

And there was a little arousal in seeing payback inflicted on that tiger in such a visceral manner, knowing that she’d be a mindless broodmare forever, living only to get pregnant. But she wanted something for herself and Jack.

“I accept,” she finally replied. “I’ll try to make him feel better about it.”

“Good. And one more thing. Do you know why we focus on dragons for the Artemis Project?” the warden asked.

Gwen shook her head. She had absolutely no idea. She didn’t feel special.

“All of the transformative stuff is sourced from you,” Dahlia smiled. “Both from your milk, once you start producing, and for the very final transformation, from the very last masculine orgasm you’ll have. That’s when it’s at its most potent.”

“Wh-” Gwen stuttered.

“Indeed, you’ll be helping transform others by simply becoming a woman yourself. Isn’t that wonderful? And yes, the final injection, if you want it, the one that leaves you fully female, is some other former male’s last moments of pleasure as a male, as well.”

Well, that was a lot to take in. Suddenly, Gwen felt very objectified. But at the same time, the thought was somehow exciting enough to make her slowly shrinking cock harden quite eagerly. But it wasn’t the time to think about that, yet. Maybe as the end of their sentence and her final decision grew closer.

She had to save Jack from his own worst instincts.

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The other prisoners were taken to assembly and shown footage of the same things that Gwen and Jack had seen in person. After that, there was much less unrest among them, bar of course for Jack, at least initially. The Doberman seemed to be the most resistant of them, but he did listen when Gwen approached him with some advice.

“How are you feeling?” the dragoness asked, and he let out a long, low whine in response.

“Not great. You know how it is. I don’t really want any of this,” he sighed, though he took the hug when Gwen offered one and they embraced other. The feeling of living warmth was still a boost in the otherwise rather sparse and metallic prison. “But I guess there’s nothing I can really do, is there?”

“You didn’t choose to be male when you were born,” Gwen suggested. “But you learned to accept that body.”

The Doberman’s arms tightened around her. “Yeah?” he asked, half-asking and half-acknowledging what Gwen had said, as if waiting for some revelation.

“You didn’t choose this either, but maybe it’s just a new life. Maybe you could learn to accept it, like I am,” she continued.

“But you are a woman,” Jack replied sharply.

“I know, but I learned to accept the male body back then too, and I wasn’t… I wasn’t that much worse off,” she replied. “They can let you keep your cock too, if you’re worried about that.”

“They can?” Jack asked. Suddenly there was hope in his voice. Gwen hadn’t really considered it, but it made sense. After all, she would prefer just having a pussy instead.

“Yeah,” Gwen answered. Her voice was a low whisper, now. She could feel a sudden relaxation in the Doberman’s body, where their growing, soft breasts were still squashed against each other. Really, at this point, neither of them looked much like males at all. “So, you’ll be, well, both. Rather than just male or female.”

He slowly let go and looked at Gwen. There was that same look in his otherwise cold eyes; affection and lust, but only when he looked at her. “I’ll have to think about that,” he said, sitting down in his bunk.

And so, the days on the Artemis came and went. Mostly, it was routine, but Gwen remembered some highlights of her time serving her sentence in vivid detail. The first time her breasts got big enough to actually bounce had made her so incredibly happy. Then, when she realized that her hips had grown wider than her shoulders, leaving her figure undeniably feminine. And most of all, she remembered her first time having a truly female orgasm.

She’d just been lying in bed, trying to sleep for the night, when her fingers had – on a little shiver of an impulse – slipped between her legs and found her cock. It felt so much more sensitive than it ever had before, and it didn’t get quite as hard, but kneading it the way one would knead a clit nearly made her see stars and set her entire body aflame with tingling desire, and very quickly she had gotten wet, too, soaking her bellyscales with much more wetness than she had ever produced as a “male”.

It had taken her an embarrassingly short time, barely a minute, before she came, splaying her toes as her climax washed over her and then erupted all over her belly and swollen breasts in a splatter of warm, sticky pleasure.

But there was a fundamental difference that Gwen thought of as she reminisced; rather than all the pleasure being focused on her cock, as it had been, once upon a time, it suffused her entire body. Each surge of ecstasy and the warm afterglow both seemed to radiate through her whole being. Every muscle in her body was playing along in the orgasmic symphony.

That was the one detail she remembered the most. The incredible full-body experience of what could only be described as divinely feminine pleasure. And the afterglow. Not only did it swallow her whole, but it also lasted for what felt like an hour.

Beyond that, she slowly chipped away at Jack’s doubts and hesitations, day by day. But before she had gotten a clear answer out of him, they were awoken by an announcement.

“For those of you who have chosen to accept your new bodies,” Dahlia’s voice announced. “We will be offering accelerant injections today. These will shorten your mandatory stay on the Artemis down to a total of one year. They will also determine your choice of genitals.”

It was almost as if they were being spied on, because it felt as if the announcement was directly related to the conversation she’d had with Jack. No, Gwen scolded herself. Of course they were being spied on. But her mind was immediately made up the moment she heard the words. Jack lay in his bunk, unmoving and staring at the ceiling.

It didn’t matter what he chose, in the end. Gwen couldn’t miss this one. By now, she was fully committed to seeing where she ended up, and already so much more comfortable in her body than she ever had been. Every time she looked at a mirror – the guards showed accepting inmates one, once a day, to motivate their progress – she felt happy. She looked just like she had always imagined Gwen looking, bar for the… cock. But that would be gone, one day.

“Are you going to take it?” she heard Jack ask. The dog hadn’t moved from his bunk, and he didn’t turn to face her, either.

Gwen turned to look at him regardless. “Yes,” she replied.

“I knew you would. You look so happy like that,” he sighed.

Gwen didn’t respond. She only wished that she could share some of that euphoria, that joy at watching her own body slowly change. But she knew it was different; Jack wouldn’t inherently feel happy about it like she did. He’d simply need to learn to accept it to feel any kind of good about it. Maybe he could do it. Maybe not. But for the sake of their budding relationship – the two slept cuddled up together almost every night, now – she hoped he could.

The otter came by with the injections. This time, she was alone; the two weren’t considered a threat at this point, which meant that no guards were required. Not that Gwen expected one wasn’t ready to tranquilize them if it came to that.

“Well, well, aren’t you shaping up nicely?” she grinned, blue-grey eyes just about twinkling as she looked the dragoness over. “I assume you’re quite eager to receive the accelerant? And I’d assume you want to be fully female? Yeah, that was my choice too.”

She winked.

Gwen stuck her arm out. She was trembling slightly, but this time it wasn’t due to fear but rather anticipation. She wanted to become as feminine as possible and as soon as possible. In fact, there really was nothing she wanted more. The otter quickly and professionally injected her, and this time the warmth suffused her entire body quick as a tidal wave.

“Now, keep in mind, you will feel one final orgasm building. You’re obedient enough that we won’t make a big deal out of it. Simply cum inside this,” she advised, and handed the dragoness a thick sleeve, a middle ground between a vial and a sex toy, where the bottom was glass but the top yielding silicone. “And then we can use your final moments as a male to transform others. Nifty, isn’t it? You dragons are blessed.”

But then, both were surprised as Jack suddenly walked up next to them and stuck his arm out, too. “Herm, please. I think I’m fine with it,” he sighed. “If it’s anything as good as what Gwen here says, I’ll be just fine.”

Gwen fought back the urge to hug the dog as the otter raised an eyebrow. “I suppose she really did get through to you. Fascinating. Well, what name would you like me to use?”

“Jenna,” she replied. “Just like my mother.”

“A fine choice,” the nameless otter replied, preparing the syringe. It took only a few seconds, and then a few more before the liquid was all in Jenna’s bloodstream, where it could work its magic. She shivered visibly.

“Now, do remember that we want to harvest your friend here’s cum,” the otter smiled. “Have fun. It shouldn’t take too long before that poor cock is gone. I’ll remain here to watch… for purely professional reasons.”

Gwen sat down. She suddenly felt a little dizzy. Jenna sat down next to her.

“Why’d… why’d you change your mind?” the dragoness asked her.

“What choice do I have? You’re right. I never chose to be male, and I learned to accept that, too,” she sighed. “And it feels… odd. I feel light and…”

She trailed off. Gwen could understand why. It wasn’t easy to change your entire conceptualization of yourself. It had been for her, but that was because the old her had never been real. To Jenna, both the old and new versions were equally real. But she did seem lighter, as if she had shed something weighing her down.

Yet, as much as she would’ve wanted to keep thinking about that, and perhaps comforting the dog a little more in her own journey, she was feeling deeply woozy, barely able to sit up straight without leaning against the wall as that warm fuzzy feeling grew and grew, until Jenna – though undoubtedly feeling much the same – noticed it.

“But we can talk about that, and about us, later. We should get your pants off, because the way that otter put it, you’re basically going to explode,” she smiled, leaning fully into her newfound femininity as she brushed a pair of fingers over Gwen’s bulge, for the very first and last time at once.

“Us? What d-do you want us to be?” Gwen asked. But the dog was right; the dizziness seemed to be swirling through her skull along with the heat and lust, and it was all focusing on her groin.

“Lovers, maybe,” Jenna replied. She was squirming too, her body working on growing a second set of genitalia. A welcoming, warm slit that’d be nestled right under her heavy balls. She felt increasingly tingly, wet, and squirmy, as a totally unfamiliar pressure grew in her crotch, mirroring what Gwen was feeling. “N-ngh, guess I need to get my pants off too.”

Together, they helped each other disrobe, and then watched their bodies change in unison, though not before the Doberman, with a sly grin, slid the sleeve-vial over Gwen’s throbbing, hard cock. Lovers. The word rang through Gwen’s hazy mind. Yeah. She wouldn’t mind that. She had felt the chemistry between the two of them for a while now.

And then, Jenna could breed her.

She almost came immediately to the thought. Her cock throbbed inside the sleeve, and although she was also rather deep in the pleasurable throes of transformation, Jenna had enough presence of mind – and a growing naughty desire – to tease her cellmate-turned-lover. Now that she knew she was okay with being a woman of some measure, or at least outwardly feminine, it stopped being a burden and became something exciting. So, as she felt that area underneath her balls tingle, burn, and grow wet as a pair of feminine folds formed, she fixated her attention on Gwen instead.

“Come on, let it all out,” she murmured. Fingers traced over the dragon’s crotch; her balls were internal, but the dog pressed against the base of her shaft instead, where her last load of cum ever produced would pump through as it erupted into the toy. “It turns you on, doesn’t it?”

“W-what turns me on?” Gwen stuttered. It felt like the greatest orgasm of her life was already building up. She had expected that the final transformation would be affirming, maybe a little painful, not ecstatic, and the realization that it would be had her reeling, unable to think clearly.

“The idea of your cum being used to transform dozens of men into women,” the Doberman huffed. Her soft fingers wrapped around the base of Gwen’s cock and squeezed ever so slightly, before sliding the toy over the shaft. With how sensitive she was, the feeling of the soft silicone engulfing her length was almost too much to bear. “It excites you.”

“Y-yes,” Gwen moaned. There was a strange eroticism to knowing that was what they were going to use it for. To either help those born in the wrong bodies, or for others, to punish them by forcibly transforming them. Her hips twitched, and her cock was thrust deeper into the little toy.

“And it probably turns you on even more to know that someone just like you was used to transform me, too,” Jenna continued. “Against my will, until… well, until it wasn’t.”

“No, t-that’s not-” Gwen tried to reply, but then, Jenna began to move to toy, eagerly working to milk out the last bits of masculinity that her cellmate lover would ever possess. This seemed to be a whole new gently dominant and rather playful side of the Doberman coming out now that she had accepted herself, and Gwen welcomed it, eager to shed what little remained of that former self.

“Shh, just enjoy it,” Jenna whispered. She was squirming, too, but her pleasure could wait. Her cum wasn’t important, and she’d keep her ability to produce it anyway, which allowed her to relax at least a little while feeling her new pussy grow in between her legs, and that slick emptiness continuing deeper into her soon-to-be-fertile body.

Well, it didn’t take long. The final transformation had Gwen’s entire body hypersensitive, so in just a few deliberate pumps with the toy, she let out a rather undignified squeal as her orgasm washed over her like a tidal wave. It was dissolute, shattering ecstasy as her body felt like it turned inside out – in the most paradoxically pleasurable way – to pump out every last drop of cum that she could produce in a final, throbbing crescendo that signaled the last male orgasm she’d ever have.

She filled the vial entirely, and the overflow splashed out over her crotch, cumming so much and so hard that it felt like an entirely impossible amount, but there it was, in the container; rich, white, virile, and dangerously transformative.

The moment she stopped thrashing about, when her toes stopped curling and her back stopped arching, Jenna pulled the sleeve off and placed it a safe distance away for the guards to pick up later.

By the time she did so, Gwen barely had a cock left at all. They both watched, breathlessly, as the shrinking shaft quickly became a mere nub, and beneath it, soaked in her own cum, a plump slit was already forming.

“Gotta, nnf, gotta say that look suits you a lot more,” Jenna teased, tracing a finger along the lips even as they formed.

“And I agree!” the otter, who had indeed stayed to watch, exclaimed, my inconspicuously pulling her hand from underneath her lab coat to collect the vial. Gwen could certainly smell her arousal, too, but then, she wasn’t really trying to hide. “Glad you’re enjoying it and thank you for the sample. Now, I have others to treat…” she added, upon turning around and moving to the next cell.

“It feels b-better too,” Gwen replied, feeling as if she’d just ran a marathon.

“Yeah. I’m kinda… wet,” the Doberman sighed. “I guess it’s not that bad.”

“I’d help you but…” Gwen trailed off. She could barely move her arms. Every inch of her felt leaden and heavy, and all she wanted to do was wallow in the afterglow for a little longer. She’d make it up to Jenna later on. Maybe, the dragoness reasoned, she’d just get fucked by her. That would be nice, she thought, before drifting off.

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“All of your transformations are now complete,” the warden announced, as Gwen and Jenna were getting ready to start their day. The announcement was a surprise; apparently, everyone had taken the accelerant, and Gwen couldn’t help but feel like her ecstatic moans had perhaps played a small role in convincing them. “And with that, only one step remains before you’re all free to either move on to the colonies or choose to remain here and support the Artemis Project, if you’d so prefer.”

She looked over the crowd. Everyone who had arrived when Gwen did, minus the horse who had been broken for his disobedience, had all made it, either embracing or at least accepting their transformations. Some were herms, like Jenna next to her, with beautiful plump sheaths to accompany the little slits just underneath virile balls. And some, like Gwen herself, were fully female, for whatever that really meant beyond that she had no cock at all, just a puffy and increasingly needy slit.

They had said she’d go into heat around this time, and it certainly felt like it, and she knew exactly what Dahlia was going to order them to do.

“Breed,” she said. “You will all be pregnant before the day is over, so pair off with whoever you’d like to be your first. Hermaphrodites, you may start on the giving end.”

Gwen glanced at Jenna, who was already looking back. Her sheath twitched at the idea, the red tip of her cock peeking out of that warm, fuzzy package.

“Yeah,” Gwen breathed, once again barely audible. “I want you to breed me.”

“I couldn’t dream of anything else,” Jenna smiled. “After all, you helped me accept myself. And now… I’ll help you with that you need.”

Together, they went into their cell, where they had spent the last year together, for one last time. Gwen was more or less hyperfixated on just how wet she was, and how empty that new wonderful place between her legs felt. Like she needed to be filled. Spreading her legs came naturally, as if she had always been a receptive and fertile partner, and it served as an obvious invitation for Jenna to enter and breed her.

She took her time, though. Though her lust-glazed eyes, Gwen could only think about how stunning the long-haired Doberman – Doberwoman? – looked. She was just as hard as she had been as a male, with that beautiful yet imposing red cock bobbing between her legs as she prepared to claim Gwen’s draconic virginity. A dribble of precum hung from the very tip, and each little motion made her heavy breasts bounce and jiggle however gently, which only added to the greater whole of pure lust, as if she, in her transformation, had become the very avatar of carnal desire, just as ready to breed as she was to be bred.

But right now, she would be doing the former, and Gwen wanted nothing more as her heated lust soared sky high, to the point she felt her insides clench in a way that was both comfortingly familiar and completely alien all at once. And then they clenched again, harder, as Jenna’s cock finally touched those newly formed lips.

“Yes,” she said, pre-emptively, to avoid Jenna having to waste time asking, and the dog grinned in response, gently nudging her hips forward. She had the benefit of retaining all those instincts that made it so easy to slide inside someone and rut them, whereas to Gwen, every moment of what she was doing was new.

But they both gasped at just how slick, welcoming, and natural that first inch slipping inside the dragoness felt. There was something deeply sensual about it, as well as that effervescent sense of excitement at exploring their new bodies fully.

“F-fuck, gods, it feels so much more intense,” Jenna groaned as she thrust deeper, pushing inch after inch of her virile cock into Gwen’s unprotected body. There was no real hesitation; this was something they both had to and wanted to do. Rather, there was urgency, with both women experiencing touch and pleasure in whole new ways that quickly wrested control away from their rational minds.

Before she knew what was happening, Jenna’s hips were already moving. Her thrusts were jagged, rough with the frustrations of the past year all being let out at once, and she growled, rutting deep into the dragoness’ body. And Gwen? She was in heaven, squirming and moaning immediately as the slick flesh of that canine shaft plunged into her again and again, firm and almost possessive, and yet somehow deeply feminine, too, leaking precum like nectar into her already soaking wet body.

Oh, she wanted it so badly, and the need grew with every thrust. Gwen felt drunk on some kind of sheer sexual wonder, a ravenous hunger and sense of amazement at how good it felt to be fucked, to be claimed as a woman, and the beauty of the formerly hesitant Doberman being the one to do it certainly didn’t hurt. She kept fucking her, harder and harder, heavy balls slapping against Gwen’s slit as they prepared to do their duty in knocking her up, in making her belly swell, and in her unique case, leaving her lactating that transformative dragon-milk that would then be used to transform others like herself.

It made her so incredibly happy.

“Come on, come on, breed me,” the dragoness moaned, squeezing firmly around Jenna’s cock, coaxing her towards that inevitable and ever so desired climax, the only reason that the Doberman had ever chosen to accept becoming a woman in the first place even. She wanted, needed to feel it-

-and then, she did. Jenna gave a deep yet feminine growl, her jaws catching Gwen’s shoulder and biting down firmly but not painfully. The sense of pressure between her legs grew and grew, and then, with a pop, her knot was inside the dragoness. Only a split second later, she growled again, drooling over Gwen’s scales as her cock first twitched inside her.

The sense of heat and relief was immediately, a sticky and virile blossoming in the deepest reaches of her body, erupting into her like life itself, but far more erotic. It was almost completely indescribable, a frenzied symphony of their bodies working together towards a fertile goal in perfect harmony. Gwen took a moment to realize that she was cumming too, one of her clenches answering every seeding-throb, her body knowing exactly what to do despite being so new. As if she had been born like this, born to get bred by a handsome herm-stud whose breasts bounced with each desperate, grinding thrust as Jenna tried to drive herself deeper into her wet, warm, and vice-like embrace, driven by that masculine yet not so very masculine desire to plant her seed.

When she was spent, Jenna collapsed on top of the dragoness almost bonelessly, her heaving breasts once against squashed against Gwen’s, and her own pussy leaking enough that their juices mingled as she waited for her knot to deflate enough for her turn to be bred.

“That was like… my whole body, good… my… what,” Jenna huffed, forcing each word out as if her muzzle was snared shut by exhaustion.

“Yeaaah, totally worth it,” Gwen replied with intoxicated slurring. Though, quite frankly, she wasn’t entirely sure what she was even replying to. She just knew it felt good, and the fact that she had shared the moment with Jenna made it even better.

The moment she slipped out of her body, it’d be her turn to be bred. Gwen imagined it, the both of them with enormous, swollen bellies. Being mothers together, while still equipped so that the dog could fuck her brains out when the hormonal horniness set in. Oh, it all felt like a dream. She wiggled her flared, feminine hips a little, side to side, playfully enjoying the feeling of being full of cum.

But would Jenna be fine with it? With sudden concern, Gwen opened her eyes, met her lover’s gaze, and-

“-don’t worry,” Jenna replied, without needing to even be asked. “If it feels even a fraction as good as you made it seem, I’ll be fine getting knocked up too.”

She was smiling broadly as her knot slowly shrank and the time to be inseminated, herself, crept closer. She really did feel okay with it, and her pussy was salivating at the idea. Maybe it was just how it was all meant to be.

And indeed, before the day was over, she had done the deed and taken another hermaphrodite’s seed into her fertile womb. As such, owing to the biological inevitability of it all, both women were pregnant and quite content to spend the last few hours simply cuddled up in their cell, leaking cum all over the mattresses now that there was no need to bother keeping them clean any longer.

The two chose to remain on the Artemis, at least for now. After all, despite being a prison, it was where they had met each other, and as such, they already felt a kind of warm nostalgia for it all. Maybe one day they’d move to the colonies and truly explore new frontiers, but for now – between the dragoness’ natural transformative powers and sheer joy at being a woman, and the dog’s experience with handling the more difficult cases – the station seemed like their natural home.

While Jenna became a guard, Gwen took to learning from the otter-doctor who had first administered the injections. And once she was too pregnant to keep working, she still fantasized about the future; the next time she’d get bred, the future of her relationship with Jenna, the whole purpose of the Artemis, and the stretched-taut state of her proudly pregnant belly.

It was a life she’d never realized she wanted, and yet, now she wouldn’t have let go of it for anything in the world, she thought, caressing the curve of her stomach, feeling the growing life within kick, and eventually falling asleep in the warm glow of maternal happiness and contentedness.

One thing was absolutely certain; she’d need Jenna to breed her the instant she was fertile again, just so she could enjoy being pregnant once more.