Time: Unknown

Location: Unknown

Floating in darkness, Tawna slowly regained consciousness. The first sensation that came to her was the rough cloth she was laying on, the type of material that was soft right out of the packaging but took on characteristics of burlap after the first wash. Definitely not her own bed, which meant this wasn't home turf for her. Second clue was how her body wasn't responding to her commands, which probably meant Tawna had been drugged and was just coming out of whatever stupor that was.

Stress and worry kick-started adrenaline and she could slowly feel motor control begin to flow through her limbs. Paranoia and military training quickly pulled back the urge to jump to her feet. Firstly, someone could be watching her right now, waiting for her to regain consciousness and she would rather have as much information as she could get before tipping her hand. Secondly, she could have been in a major accident and jumping up ready for combat could just further injure herself.

Focusing on appearing to be still sleeping, she took stock of all her senses. Cool air circulated over her breasts, stomach and legs and there was a distinct lack of clothing on her. Naked, fantastic. She thought to herself, trying and failing to think of a medical facility that wouldn't cover her modesty to some extent. Tawna changed her attention to what she could hear, the steady stream of processed air, a lack of another person breathing. Her first major clue to her location was the faint but constant hum of a ship in motion.

Finally she turned to her best Ausar sense: Smell. Metal and recycled air were the dominant scents, but more revealed themselves as her nose deconstructed all the individual scents. Stale, feminine sexual fluids came from the bed under her, which wasn't a particularly good sign. The recycled air had clues to the crew, Human, Tove and Gryvain and Milk? The last scent was out of place, but was a question to be answered later. Most importantly there wasn't the scent of any organic in the room with her.

Slowly, she opened her eyes, blinking at the harsh artificial lighting that filled the room. Once her eyes had adjusted, Tawna took stock of her surroundings. A small room, about 10 feet square, walls, ceiling and floor made of metal. There was a standard sized door on the front wall, well the wall she was going to use as the 'front' of her cell. A toilet, sink and sonic shower head was in the back left corner while a bunk bed was bolted to the right wall. Opposite the door was a dispenser of some sort with a red button on it. The button had the universal symbol for sustenance.

As suspected, she was the only person in the cell, and this was definitely a cell going by the spartan accommodations and no visible way to open the door from the inside. “Well fuck."

Time: 0 Minutes after waking up

Location: Prison Ship(?)

Tawna had been in dire situations before. Came with the territory of being in the freelance captain game during a frontier rush. The biggest difference, this was the first time she was completely naked, locked in a cell, being held captive by an unknown group. It would be a challenge at the very least and possibly the death of her, or worse.

First thing first, was to determine her own physical condition. Sluggish muscles helped her sit up, whatever had knocked her out was slowly working out of her system at least. Looking down over herself everything seemed to be in order. Dark gray fur ran from her hands to her elbows and from her feet to lower stomach as expected. Her furred sheathe and testicles unmodified, and more thankfully, no unexpected moisture behind them around her vagina. Trailing her hands up her modest belly to her breasts, a quick examination showed they were the same size as before. Taking a closer look along her arms, Tawna noticed a spot with some smeared blood. A padded finger wiping at the dried blood as a frown grew.

Tawna had a suspicion she'd been captured by some immoral sentient trafficking group. There had been plenty of news stories about pirate groups capturing people, injecting them with some cocktail of drugs to turn them into docile sex slaves and then selling them to the highest bidder. A sense of panic was creeping into her head, but the most important thing right now was to take stock of everything while she definitely had her senses.

Her next priority was seeing if whoever had captured her had managed to disable her implants. Currently, she didn't see the usual overlays in her vision, but any number of things could have shut them down. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and willed her implants back to life. Success! A moment later she could see the booting animation behind her eyelids. Sighing with relief, she opened her eyes and checked behind her as she waited for systems to boot. Her long wolf-like tail was still intact, though numb still and didn't move when she willed it to.

Looking forward again as her overlays booted up, she looked over the different status messages. No major medical conditions reported. It was currently 3AM ship time, July 10th according to her internal clock. The last status message did make things more complicated. In bold red letters; ERROR: NO NETWORK ACCESS. Well, no easy out of messaging a member of her crew to come save her.

Minimizing her overlays she got to her feet, steadying herself with a hand on the upper bunk bed as she thought, wanting to wake up her limbs as quickly as possible. There were only 3 illegal drugs Tawna could think of that were commonly used to create docile sex toys; Gush, Throb and The Treatment. Overdosages of other legal drugs could do similar effects, but in such high quantities over a long time it didn't make sense that Tawna had been given any of those.

Returning her attention to her chest, her breasts were the size she remembered them being. A testing pinch at a nipple didn't elicit any extra pleasure than usual either. It was unlikely to be Gush then, as that tremendously increased breast size, sensitivity, induced lactation and with a few doses turned users into milky breast-play sluts. Dropping a hand from her chest to between her legs, she felt up her equipment. Balls and dick were the size expected. Throb grew male sexual organs by inches with each dose, and only a few doses turned most users into horny breeding machines unable to think of much else.

That just left The Treatment. Tawna tried to remember what she could about it, mostly that it induced changes mimicking terran bovines and was fairly unstable. Safe bet was that she'd been injected with The Treatment, and a double dose at that by the two injection marks on her elbow.

Now she really wished that she had network access to look up anything she could on it, but she doubted her captors would allow her access to their network or the galactic network at large. She paced as she dug through her local storage: Some of her favorite media shows, playlists, some favorite pictures she'd taken, a default solitaire game. Slim pickings to keep her sane depending on how long her captors were going to keep her here.

Time: 4:07 AM, July 10th System time

Location: Prison Ship(?)

It'd been an hour since waking up and whatever drug had knocked her out was finally wearing off. She'd been pacing for nearly an hour now. Five steps, turn, five steps, not a particularly big area to pace in unfortunately. Thinking back, and recalling as best she could, it'd been about 5PM, on July 9th by her system clock when she'd gone to a seedy bar on a frontier world. Normally she could handle herself, but the last thing she remembers was going to the restrooms and then a hand over her mouth and a pinch on her neck. That meant that she'd been out cold for 10 hours.

The sound of her stomach growling and a sudden pang of hunger brought her back to the physical world. Going to the dispenser on the wall, she looked it over weighing her options. It was doubtful the food was poisoned, if they wanted to kill her then they would have done it while she was unconscious. The food could be further drugged with some sort of transformative, but mixing multiple gene therapies rarely had good consequences, and that'd make her damaged goods. Tawna let out a bark of a laugh at that thought, hating to be putting herself in the mindset of a slaver. Not seeing any other option, and feeling like she hadn't eaten in days, she pressed the button.

A few moments later, a ration bar tumbled down the chute, the cellophane wrapper crinkling as she picked it up. It was a recognized brand, if a cheap one, and was still sealed. So, danger of tampered food was down at least. Unwrapping the bar, she sniffed at it, getting a vague scent of chicken broth. A tentative bite and it was possibly the most delicious thing she'd eaten in recent memory. Tawna quickly devoured the rest of the ration bar, dropping the wrapper to the side. These bars were designed for spacers like herself, packed with nutrients, proteins and fats and designed to be a filling meal. Hunger unabated, the wolf-woman pressed the button again and was happy to be met with another bar. Losing herself for a few seconds, she came back to find herself sitting on the floor, with 5 empty wrappers around her and a finally satisfied feeling in her belly.

Getting to her feet, she went to the sink and turned on the faucet. The water smelled alright and she quenched her thirst before looking back at the pile of wrappers. Those bars were supposed to be a filling meal per bar. Something was definitely going on with her body. Feeling exhausted from pacing, the stress of the situation and being full, she went to the uncomfortable bed and crawled into the lower bunk.

Time: Noon ship time

Location: Blazing Frontier, Freighter ship, mid-travel

Tawna turned the corner into the mess hall, finding Gin bent over the sink washing dishes. Gin served as her navigator, a Kaithrit boy with plenty of talent for space travel, but not a ton of confidence. Like other Kaithrit boys, Gin had a slim build, with wide hips and a plush butt. A feline-like race with two tails, slitted eyes, and large expressive cat-ears.

In a few strides Tawna was behind him, her furred hand quickly slapping the offered butt before her. “Gin, has your ass always been this fat?" She growled, keeping her hand on the point of impact, kneading the soft flesh through his pants.

“C-captain!" Gin yelped in surprise at the sudden rough spank, tails standing straight up. “I didn't hear you come in." His voice hurried and a little embarrassed, though he doesn't move to escape her grasp. “I..I think my butt's always been like that."

Without releasing her navigator, she moved more behind him, pressing the bulge of her package against his kitty ass. Immensely enjoying how her sheathe nestles between his plump cheeks. “You know Gin, you've been doing such a good job on the ship. I think you deserve a reward!" Bringing her free hand in to grope at his full ass.

Gin's cheeks were bright red at the attention, but the way his tails swayed and his hips rocked back and forth showed that he was enjoying the whole affair. “Th-thank you captain. Th-nghhh-that means a lot to me." He said, hands gripping at the counter to steady himself. “Y-you don't need to though."

“Nonsense, Gin, you deserve this and I want to give you this." Tawna growled into his ear. Pulling back she grabbed at the tight blue jumpsuit he wore, stretching it to it's limits before the material tore from the hole for his tail to the front. The cat femboy letting out a surprised noise as his ass was exposed to the air, his cute balls escaping along with his cock, already half-hard and leaking precum to the floor.

Her sensitive nose took delight in smelling his arousal, making her own pants feel that much tighter. Undoing her zipper, she shook her pants off, revealing her fully hard wolf cock, red surface glistening with precum. Sinking her hands into his impossibly soft ass, she spread his cheeks to reveal his pink star. With a grin she bucked her hips against his, letting her cock rest between his ass cheeks and pressed against his tight hole. “Fuck, I could get off just hotdogging this amazing ass." Leaning forward to whisper and nip at his ear.

“That'd make such a mess th-though." The ever practical Gin managed to get out, his back arching to let her grind against him as best as possible. His breath hitching as he was teased by his captain. Biting his lip for a moment to fail at holding back a moan. “It…It would make less of a mess if you like…" he mumbled something that Tawna couldn't hear.

“Speak up Gin, what was that last thing?" She asked, constantly moving her hips to grind against the boy, her precum making a mess as it coated the valley of his ass thoroughly.

“Less of a mess if you came in me!" he cried out, face going bright red as he realized his horny brain had taken over. “Eep, I mean, like, well you know, if you decided that you wanted to, then I'd like be down with it or something, or you could just--" the babbling catboy was cut off as Tawna reached up and stuffed two fingers into his mouth.

“Don't worry, I know what you want." The wolf woman said as the catboy eagerly began sucking on her fingers. Amazed at her own self-control for not taking his tight ass sooner, she shifted her hips, feeling the tip of her cock start to catch on his hole with each grind of her hips. Her pointed cock shooting pre across his hole for more lube as she further lined herself up. Gin was an eager butt-slut, holding himself still for her as she pressed her hips forward. His ass parted for her and greedily pulled in her cock as he let out a deep moan around her fingers.

Tawna's cock slipped easily into Gin, only stopping as her thick knot bumped against his hole. His body was hot and tightly wrapped around her, nearly milking her cock as his ass flexed around her shaft. “Oh, good boy. You can't get enough, can you?" Letting out a moan of her own as he started to move, grinding back into her, making sure to rub her cock against his g-spot.

She enjoyed his desperation, feeling the way his small balls bounced against her much larger ones as he lazily fucked himself on her cock. Glancing down, she even saw the thin ropes of pre-cum dangling from his cock, another strand escaping as her cock pressed down on his g-spot. “Ready for your reward now?"

“Uh-huh!" Gin managed to get out around her drool-slick fingers before eagerly licking and sucking at them. Just the thing Tawna wanted to hear.

Drawing her hips back, slowly pulling her cock out of him until it was just about to slide out before slamming her hips forward, leaving his ass jiggling as her hips connected with his. Gin possessed a truly divine ass that she couldn't get enough of. She built to a steady pace of fucking him, taking perverse delight in the music of his moans and groans. The galley was filled with the wet slaps of fucking as she had her way with him. Already she could feel that familiar pressure building at the base of her cock, and could feel her knot starting to swell and that primal urge to pop the ball of flesh into something. Moving both hands to his waist, she pulled back and with some force pushed her hips forward deep into him. Even his greedy ass resisted her fat knot at first, but a moment later the captain won out and her knot popped into his ass.

Gin threw his head back in a soundless scream as Tawna's knot pressed into his g-spot and grinded there, pushing him over the edge and into cumming. His ass flexed and milked at her cock as his seed leaked out of his cock to drip into a puddle below them. “That's it, going to cum." She growled, her hips pounding the femboy into submission as her orgasm grew and grew and grew…and never came. Tawna felt her own frustration building, feeling almost overwhelmed by pleasure, but unable to cum!

Time: 7:42 AM, July 10th System time

Location: Prison Ship(?)

Tawna woke up incredibly frustrated and horny, the after-image of Gin's ass still in her mind as she found herself not in her ship's galley, but the prison room she'd fallen asleep in. Looking down to see her dick at full mast, almost angrily pulsing at her. A puddle of musky pre-cum had pooled on her stomach as she slept. She'd never woken up this hard, nor seen her knot so big. It was hard to ignore and it wasn't like she was doing anything else at the moment.

Gingerly she reached down, barely able to wrap her fingers around half of her own knot where she squeezed. “Ffuuck!" Yelping in surprise as that was enough to set her off. Ropes of thick white cum shot out, covering her own face, tits, belly and groin. She bucked against her own hand, unable to stop as the pleasure overwhelmed her. Several seconds later and her orgasm tapered off, leaving her a panting cum-covered mess. Well, if they had cameras in here, then they sure got a show.

Feeling embarrassed about jerking off in an unknown prison cell in her post-nut clarity, she got up, doing her best to not spill on the bed, and went to the sonic shower. Pressing the activate button, and letting the gentle vibrations 'wash' off the cum from her.

It had been quite a while since having a wet dream like that for her, and Tawna had to wonder if it was linked to The Treatment in her system or not. Unable to dwell on it long, as now that she was up, she felt restless and brimming with energy. Only one way to get that out in this situation: exercise. Dropping to the ground, she started to do pushups, losing herself into the work-out trance she'd developed in bootcamp.

Time: 8:17 PM, July 10th System time

Location: Prison Ship(?)

Tawna spent the day working out, pounding back ration bars and thinking about her escape options. Slavers getting their hands on a prison transport ship was a big boon for them, seeing as these rooms were intentionally designed to be difficult to get out of. Adding to the complexity of this particular problem was that no one had come to visit her cell. One bright side discovered today, there didn't seem to be any working camera's in the cell. Her implants had a built in EM overlay and she was able to see a kind of 'haze' around the conduits feeding the dispenser, the lights and the sonic shower, but no where else was that kind of haze in the cell. It was possible they were EM shielded, but that seemed a stretch to her.

Currently, she sat on the floor, leaning against the cool metal wall. She'd worked up quite the sweat, leaving her skin glistening. Focusing on her breathing to steady her pulse back to resting levels, her nose twitched at her own scent. That scent hadn't changed in at least 30 years and she was well familiar with it, but now there were extra undercurrents to it. The scent was still identifiable as 'her' but now there was a harder and sexier edge to it. Her cock stirred in her sheathe, poking an inch out of the folds of skin as she also felt her pussy grow a little warm. “Pheromones, really?" It was an unexpected surprise, though would make sense given her theorized situation.

Before turning herself on too much, she went over to the shower and 'rinsed' off her sweat and was clean a few minutes later, the aphrodisiac effect already wearing off. Already she missed her regular shower of home and the creature comforts of her quarters onboard the Blazing Frontier. Sitting on the bed, she stared off into space as she scrolled through the stored media in her local storage, finding a series she'd downloaded for those times when they were out of galactic network range. Laying on her side on the bed, she closed her eyes as the media began to play.

As the fatigue of her work-outs settled into her muscles, a deeper ache settled into her bones. Concerned, she paused her show and brought up health reports from her implants. System showed nominal health, no micro-fractures or muscle tears. It didn't sit right with her, but she just felt too tired to really worry about it. Resuming her show, she watched an episode before slipping into sleep.

Time: 8:00 AM, July 11th System time

Location: Prison Ship(?)

The alarm went off exactly when it was supposed to, a shrill tone fed directly into Tawna's audio-processing nerves never failed to wake her up. Opening her eyes as she commanded the alarm off, she found herself still in the same prison room. Sitting up with a yawn, her action interrupted by running her head into the bunk above her's. “Fuck!" Laying back down as she rubbed the spot she'd hit with her hand. Second surprise of the day, there was no way the hand on her face was hers, it was too big, and the claws were more pronounced.

Suddenly much more awake, she scrambled out of bed, heart beating as she tried to get away from…Nothing was in the bed. Looking down she got a brief sense of vertigo as the ground was suddenly much further away. Tawna clocked in at 5'9" on a good day, 6'1" if you counted the very tips of her ears. While she wasn't a sentient tape measure, her guess would be that she was at least 6'7" now. Yesterday, she'd had to do a little jump to grab a support beam to do pull ups, now she could very easily just reach it.

With the realization that there had been *changes* to herself, she begun to look herself over. Her hands and feet had grown in size, arms gained some length, and all her muscles had gained much more definition. Last night, she'd gone to bed with a bit of a gut and woke up with a hint of a six pack this morning. “Like a god damn infomercial." Wryly commenting on her situation.

A moment later, her stomach growled at her for sustenance and she wasn't surprised, it must be pretty calorie intensive to facilitate this level of growth. Punching the deliver button a few times to get a supply of ration bars that she started to munch on as she thought. Was this why no one had come by to check on her? Did the Treatment turn people into muscle-monsters before making them insatiable fuck-toys? She felt like she could probably take on a captor in hand-to-hand like this. Part of her was horrified at the changes to her body forced upon her by these unknown captors, another part of her was pleased so far. Strength, power, good looks, things most people strived most of their life for and here she was looking like the ancient statues of deities on her homeworld.

Despite the heavy work out yesterday, her muscles felt just as refreshed this morning as they did yesterday and that same bottomless energy coursed through her body. Curious at how far she could take this new body, she threw herself back into the workout routine.

Time: 1:49 PM, July 11th System time

Location: Prison Ship(?)

Most of the way through a set of squats, a warm globe grew in her belly. It was gentle at first, but steadily grew larger and warmer by the second until it was uncomfortably hot. Tawna gripped her stomach and curled up, worried that this was it, death by too many cheap ration bars. The heat slowly spread through her body and up to her skin. Opening her eyes against the pain, she watched through tears as her skin began to itch and velvety hair began to grow on her bare skin, and the thicker hair on her legs and arms began to fall off to be replaced with a short coat of black and white fur. Despite her internal clock saying it only took 10 seconds, it felt like an eternity before the heat and itchiness fade away. Twisting and turning to look herself over, she saw that her gray fur had been replaced with snow white fur with random splotches of black. The thicker fur from her waist down had shifted to mid-thigh, leaving her upper thighs and groin covered in the same velvety fur as her stomach and arms. Suddenly she remembered what this pattern reminded her of: Cow-print.

Well, that was definitely a sure-sign of being dosed with The Treatment. While she thought, her hands roamed her body, enjoying the feel of the velvety soft fur under her fingertips. There were several worries on her mind of course. Ausar society frowned upon extreme body-modification, and this definitely qualified in her mind. However, it'd been at least a dozen years since she'd even been on her homeworld, and it wasn't like she was a major figure where it'd matter. Putting it out of her mind, Tawna focused on her current challenge, getting out of this cell.

While she thought, her fingers traced up her belly, along the curve of her breast and found her nipple, tweaking and teasing at it idly. Tawna was only aware of what she was doing when the sudden pleasure brought her from her thoughts. Her nipples had never been this sensitive before! Looking down, she saw that her previously faded pink areola and nipple had turned pitch black, standing in stark contrast to the white fur covering the rest of her titty. Her areola was puffed up slightly and her nipple stood proud, almost begging to be played with or sucked on. The Cow-Ausar hybrid got lost in another set of thoughts, those of her two crewmembers suckings on her boobs. One on each nipple as she fed them their fill of her own milk.

“Fuck, what?" She growled at herself, pulling her brain from that train of thought with a slam of her fist into the ground. She'd never seen her crew that way, nor would she ever abuse her power for her own pleasure. Gin and Tam-tam were her crew and companions.

Shifting to get her feet under her, she stood up and got back to exercising, trying to burn out her sudden lust with an exercise routine.

Time: 7:20 PM, July 11th System time

Location: Prison Ship(?)

Turning off the sonic shower, Tawna stood leaning against the wall, trying to focus on the cold metal against her shoulder instead of the heat infusing her body. Shifting so that she was facing the wall and pressing her forehead against the smooth metal as she closed her eyes.

The moment her eyes closed, her mind conjured up lewd thoughts and feelings. It replayed bits of the dream about Gin, parts of her past lays along with conjuring up new scenarios: Tam-tam using her throat as a cock-sleeve for Tawna while she piloted the ship. Pinning down business partners that'd tried to screw her over and show them who does the screwing.

Tawna could feel her cock stirring in it's sheathe before it expanded into the cool air. Opening her eyes, breathing heavy as she watched her wolf-cock slide out. Pre-cum glistened along the shaft, a rope of the slick stuff already leaking from her tip. Wait, was she bigger now? Reaching down, she compared the size of her dick to her hand, and found that she was at least 3 inches longer and thicker to match. There was an ache in her, one that she knew would only go away if she got off.

Feeling some shame for what she was about to do in this situation, she turned around to press her back to the wall and slowly slid down until her butt was on the floor. Tawna felt heavy there on the ground, knowing she wasn't getting back up until her cock had been pleased, nay worshiped.

Curiously, she ran her thumb along the top of her shaft, feeling the slippery pre-cum smear against the pad of her finger. No real change in sensitivity joined the size increase at least. Wrapping her fingers around her cock, she found that she could just touch her thumb to her index finger with the new girth. “Ohhhh, I can't wait to stuff this in someone." She whispered to herself, not really knowing if she said it or thought it.

Lazily she began to stroke herself off, taking her time to go from base to tip, her hand pausing at the head to rub her thumb on the more sensitive parts before descending again. Her free hand traveled to her chest, wanting to test out the sudden sensitivity. Rarely did her nipples get hard from sexual stimulation, but already they were stiff and perked up. A shiver radiated from the sensitive flesh and her fingers traced along the circumference of her areola.

Tawna picked up the pace of her strokes, finding it easier to as her cock provided pre-cum like a faucet. The fur on her hand, sheathe and lower belly were soaked with the stuff. She watched in fascination the way her cock twitched and throbbed under the attention. It was an odd feeling having an appendage she'd had for years suddenly change like this, but it felt so good it pushed any worries out of her mind.

Her attention was brought back to her chest as her fingers softly rolled a pert nipple. A jolt of pleasure arced through her, enough to pull forth an errant rope of pre-cum lancing across her chest. She eased into a mix of rolling and pulling on the sensitive nub. The combined sources of pleasure disabling higher mental functions as she lost herself in the pleasure.

A new ball of heat started to build at the base of her cock, but not the pressure of a building orgasm. The heat descended into her balls, growing hotter and hotter with each stroke of her cock. Something was building and all Tawna knew was she couldn't stop and that she wanted whatever was coming. Her pace of stroking her shaft increased, already feeling her fingers pull further apart towards the base of her cock as her knot began to inflate. Her pre-cum turned off-white while she watched and the heat in her nuts intensified.

Thankfully, the heat was nowhere as intense as the precursor to her new fur design, but it was enough to draw her attention. At first it was a little hard to tell with the way her balls were jiggling and bouncing as she jerked off, but they were starting to get bigger. Tawna could feel the cum churning in them as that mysterious heat increased her virility and output. “Fuck fuck fuck~" was all she could get out, words leaving her as the heat turned to pleasure.

Her cock demanded both of her hands as her orgasm built. Pulling a hand off her breast to squeeze at her knot while the other focused on the rest of her length. Her eyes were transfixed on her wonderful cock. Already, ropes of milky cum were arcing out of her cock, landing on herself, the floor and generally making a mess. Still she felt like she was teetering on the edge of climax. She realized that what she was seeing now was just excess being vented from whatever transformative effect was happening. Her hand jerking her off was a blur as the cell was filled with lewd squelches.

As quickly as the heat had come, it left and with it the dam holding back her climax. It was mind shattering for Tawna as she came. Thick loads of ivory cum shot out with every pulse of her cock. After only a few seconds her own belly and tits were covered in cum, with a couple ropes landing across her own face, the rest of the copious amount landing on the floor around her.

According to her watch, she'd been cumming for maybe a minute, but it felt like an hour, as the waves of pleasure abated and the cascade of cum slowed to the trickle. She wiped some of the sticky stuff off her eye lid to open both eyes. Her nose instantly recognized that her cum had changed beyond quantity. Before she even thought about it, she stuck her finger in her mouth, licking off her own cum and pre from the digit. It wasn't like she'd never tasted her own cum before, everyone got horny and curious at some point, so she was pleasantly surprised with the taste! Was it something she'd volunteer to drink? Nope, but it was a downright salty treat in comparison to the other times she'd tasted cum.

“Oh, damn it!" Cursing as she realized how big of a mess she made right after a shower. She sprang to her feet and turned the shower on, hoping to get the worst off before any of it dried. That was odd however, she didn't feel the slightest bit fatigued after getting off, especially surprising given how much she'd put out. Did this transformation stuff really give her this much extra stamina, or was it a one time thing? Time would tell, she supposed.

As she cleaned up, her hands lingered on her balls. Previously, they fit comfortably in the palm of her hand. Now her hand was nearly twice as big and her sack took up the entirety of her hand. Quickly, she pulled her hand away, feeling her cock start to stir at the attention. She shouldn't be giving in to such lewd acts so easily in this kind of environment.

Once certain she was clean, again, Tawna went to the bed and laid down. Bringing up the next episode of her sitcom, eyes glazing over as her implants started playing the show directly into her optical nerves. Half way through the episode she realized that her hand was idly stroking her fully erect dick. Pausing the video to check back in the real world, sure enough she was completely hard, pre-cum dripping from the head. The weirdest part was that she didn't feel a need to get off; Tawna could if she wanted to, but it wasn't an urgent need. The Treatment must have made it so her body was ready to perform at the drop of a hat. Letting her hand go back to idly fondling herself as she resumed the episode.

Time: 3:45 AM, July 12th System time

Location: Prison Ship(?)

Tawna was woken from sleep by another ball of heat growing in her lower abdomen. Keeping her eyes shut against the harsh lights of her cell while waiting for the change to occur. Guiltily, she was a little excited to see what new change would come of this round.

The ball descended, her pussy starting to ache as the transformative heat settled into her pussy. The heat sent her legs squirming, thighs rubbing together as she resisted the desire to touch herself during the transformation. A few moments later the heat faded, leaving her horny and feeling incredibly empty.

Moving her hands down between her legs, unsure of what was waiting for her and relying on touch as she kept her eyes closed. Her cock was rock hard, but it's pleas for attention were drowned out by the demands her cunt was sending her. Her left hand moved her balls out of the way to give full access to her right hand.

Shivering at the initial touch, she was greeted with dripping-on-the-sheets level wetness. Her labia puffed up and slathered in her own desire. Moving her fingers to her clit she found the biggest surprise; her button had swelled to the size of a gumball and doubled in sensitivity. The investigating stroke of her finger tip was enough to set her off.

Pleasure rocked through her body as she let out a silent moan, tail thrashing as her pussy clenched on nothing. Her hand went into action, swirling around her clit, bringing her orgasm to new levels. Every muscle in her body tensed, lifting her butt off the bed as pleasure racked at her. In her other hand, her balls pulsed and she could vaguely feel her cock joining in the fun, but it was a drop in the ocean by comparison.

Breathing deeply as the orgasm subsided, she still felt her cunny aching to be filled. Slipping her fingers lower, shivering at the feeling of sliding between her drenched vulva. Usually, she had to work a finger into herself, but surprisingly two slipped right in. Her pussy walls grabbed onto her fingers, muscles working to pull them deeper. Her hand began to pump into her cunny of its own accord.

Her other hand let go of her sack to move up to cup at a boob. Part of her brain registered that there was more boob to grab than normal, but her main focus was on satisfying her needy pussy and getting off. Fingers pinched and rolled at a puffy nipple, bringing a welcome harmonic layer of pleasure to the situation. The fingers inside her, curling to rub against her g-spot as her hand pistoned them in and out.

Tawna could feel another orgasm building, her hands moving on their own to let her fully enjoy the fruits of her labor. She could feel herself right on the edge, teetering over a mind-erasing orgasm. Her palm slapped down on her clit, grinding against her pleasure button while rocking fingers inside her.

“Fuuuuuck, fuck fuck fuckfuckfukcufdkcukf!" Moaning without a care or sense of who may hear her, she fell into that climax. Her world went white and was nothing but pure pleasure, her mind swimming in it completely unaware of how her body tensed up, her mouth babbled and moaned.

Coming down from cumming, her brain being unceremoniously dropped back into her body to be welcomed by a pleasant tiredness that infused every muscle. However, not wanting to sleep in her own sexual fluids she staved off sleep for a bit. Opening her eyes, blinking away the sleep as she slowly sat up, careful to not bonk her head from her new height. As expected, Tawna had made an absolute mess with ropes of cum on the wall, upper half of the mattress and herself while a veritable puddle of femcum was slowly soaking into the lower half of the bed. “God damn, this stuff is potent." She muttered to herself as she shakily got out of bed, unsure if her legs would hold her. They managed their job as she wobbled to the shower to clean off.

Now slightly more awake, she noticed the other change that had happened while she slept; Her tits had grown from 'comfortably pawable' to 'overflowing her hands'. The black nipples and areola had also grown in ratio to the rest of her chest. At least The Treatment kept things aesthetically pleasing. Sleepily, she finished cleaning herself off and turned off the shower before looking at her messy mattress. Nose wrinkling at the thought of sleeping on it, she decided to use the upper mattress to finish up resting.

Time: 10:15 AM, July 12th System time

Location: Prison Ship(?)

Another morning of exercise and ration bars. The Treatment seemed to be working overtime to buff her up. Muscle built easily and she saw gains in 2 days that many worked for years to gain. No wonder this stuff was illegal, it'd put gyms out of business! Tawna laughed to herself mid-situp at the thought, really hoping that she maintained her mind enough to keep making dumb thoughts like that.

She'd never been to New Texas before, but had heard stories from spacers about the streets being full of beautiful cow-girls that would get on their knees and open their mouth at the sight of a dick. She did not want to be like that, and the prospect of having her mind stolen from her by some cocktail of nanite-enhanced hormones made her furious and scared. Exercise could only go so far in taking her mind off it, and the longer she was in this cell the more the worry creeped in. Distraction seemed to be the only way to keep from turning into a ball of rage and anxiety, but at the same time she didn't want to give into the distraction The Treatment was so eager to offer: horny daydreams.

Finishing her set of situps she got to her feet to begin jumping jacks. Losing herself to counting them out and making sure to not scrape her knuckles on the ceiling. Her changed body took a bit to get used to, especially when doing full-body exercise like this. Things were so much bouncier and weight distribution had completely changed on her.

It kind of felt good, feeling her sack bounce and bob as she jumped, her breasts doing the same, it'd feel even better if she was bouncing like this on some stud's cock, folding his legs back to have her way with him. Pounding down on him until she got off, not caring how sore it left her partner. Okay, that's enough jumping jacks apparently. Tawna thought, more than a little peeved that jumping jacks of all things could make her horny.

Glancing down, she could see her cock was already out of it's sheathe, wilted slightly in the cool air. “No, I'm not giving in to you." She pouted, trying to think about what was next in her workout routine. Her dick wasn't having it, twitching and throbbing to full length, slapping almost accusingly against her belly, pre-cum splattering between her boobs. “I-I said no. I'm n-n-not going to be some…obsessed slut." Her speech slurred as she sank to her knees. Hands moving on their own to begin stroking her shaft in tandem.

Tawna felt like a prisoner in her own body, her mind fully aware of the sensations occurring to her. The feel of her soft padded hands gripping and stroking herself, the feel of her pre-cum slicked shaft gliding in her hands, how empty and aching her cunny felt, but she didn't have to think about moving her arms, or bucking her hips. That familiar ball of heat began to form in her stomach, descending into her groin. Part of her dreaded what change it would bring this time, while another equal part of her was excited for it.

The heat and pressure built at the base of her cock, infusing itself along the veins pulsing along the surface before sinking into the core. Before her eyes, she watched the tip of her cock bulge and shift as the tip seemed to blossom out, surging up as more inches were added to her length. As the growth ended, the new malleable flesh spread wide and flat instead of into her regular tapered head. The rim ringed with sensitive nubs. Her left hand stretched around her knot at the base of her cock, a reassurance that it wasn't a complete change. Still, it left her with a hybrid equine and canine cock at least a foot long.

The musky scent of pre-cum hit her sensitive nose, her mouth watering at it. Addled mind suddenly demanding a cock to suck. There was a cock right in front of her face, twitching, throbbing, leaking and waiting. She needed that cock in her mouth, feeling like she hadn't drank water for days and there was a faucet inches from her face.

Opening her mouth, rolling out her tongue as she lined herself up. A rope of pre-cum splashing on her tongue and into her mouth, a treat of salty-sweet delight. She knew she could get more, oh so much more. Bending down, she felt smooth and slick cock touch against her tongue, guiding the member to its proper-home; her mouth. Her eyes rolled back in bliss as her mind processed both the pleasure of a hot and willing mouth wrapped around her cock, and having a cock twitching against her tongue.

A fresh dollop of pre-cum mixed with her saliva, helping her slide her mouth along the thick length. Her flexibility kept her from properly deepthroating herself, but she could feel the head pressing to the back of her mouth all the same. Now that sensation of being trapped in her own body was a blessing. Her tongue, hands, hips and mouth all worked autonomously to pleasure and worship her cock, letting Tawna focus entirely on the pleasure purely.

Her own salty musk flooded her taste and scent, only encouraging her hands to stroke faster, her mouth to suck harder. The occasional bursts of pre-cum had turned into a constant stream, what wasn't swallowed drooled down her length to help her hands move faster. She could tell the cock in her mouth was getting ready to reward her for her efforts by the way the head flared and the pre-cum steadily got thicker and richer.

Her left hand found the knot at the base of the cock in her mouth, and she wished she could have her cheeks puffed out around the bulb of flesh, but knew she wouldn't be that lucky. Still it deserved some love too, and she did her best to milk and massage the thick knot, craving her reward.

It wasn't long before she received it, the head flaring in her mouth wide enough she wasn't sure she could pull it out of her mouth while it was flared. Her fingers could feel the virile load of cum being pumped up the length, her throat instinctively preparing itself for the creamy bounty. A moment before the first load arrived, she took her cock as deep as she could, getting the flared head to the entrance of her greedy throat. Tawna saw stars as the first rope of cum launched into her belly. She was sad that she didn't get to taste the bounty of her efforts yet, but knew this cock deserved to deposit it's seed into her without any detours for just her pleasure.

Her balls churned with pleasure, serving up load after load of cum to stuff herself with. Her newly acquired six-pack losing definition as her belly bulged from the amount she was swallowing. Sensing her belly was full, she pulled her mouth back as another rope filled her mouth before she pulled the cumming cock out of her mouth, an audible pop as the flared head came free. The cum on her tongue tasted amazing, sweet, salty and savory all at once. She had no idea if her taste buds had been altered, her cum had been altered, or eating nothing but chicken flavored ration bars made anything other than chicken flavored ration bars taste amazing.

Before she had a chance to consider the cause, another blast of cum shot out. Now free of her mouth, the creamy spunk landed across her face a moment before another painting her tits. The tide began to slow, a few final weak pulses drained what was left in her onto her belly. Realizing she still had a mouthful of cum, her tongue luxuriating in a bath of the stuff before swallowing it with a pleased moan.

Her body took several seconds to reboot and restore power to her brain, but once control was gained, she found that she wasn't fatigued from the process and was in fact more energized? Something was going that made her cum more energizing, or her body was fueling itself off cum. More pressingly however, was the visible changes to her anatomy. Her dick was still a solid crimson red, but instead of the canine tapered head, it now ended in a bulbous and slightly flared head like an equine's, the shaft gaining a medial ring halfway between the head and knot..

“I hate that I don't hate it." She whispered to herself, watching the slowly softening appendage retreat into her sheathe. Getting to her feet, she headed to the sonic shower before resuming her work-outs.

Time: 1:15 AM, July 13th System time

Location: Prison Ship(?)

Tawna awoke to PAIN. Pain radiating from her temples through her head and into her neck, causing her to scream and thrash as her body tried to get away from it. Claws ripped and shredded the mattress beneath her. The pain continued unabated even as she regained some self control. Tenderly she put a hand to her head, hoping to provide some relief with the warmth of her own hand. Instead of her smooth forehead, she felt something rough and hard protruding from her head.

Risking further pain by opening her eyes to the lights of the cell, she tried looking up, but whatever it was was out of her sight. The pain had subsided to a dull ache now as she sat up on the edge of the bed. Gingerly she felt along the protrusions, they were definitely attached to her head. Attempting to pull on one only caused a spike of pain and a weird sensation where the object was attached to her head. Had her captors snuck in while she slept to attach some item to her?

It was unlikely, she didn't feel drugged and had been so on edge this entire experience that there was no way someone could open the door, surgically attach something to her forehead and then leave before she woke up. This was another 'gift' from The Treatment. Whatever it was, there was two of them, sticking about an inch out from her head, roughly in the shape of cones ending in sharp points. “Horns?" She wondered out loud a moment before a blast of pain jolted through her head. She could feel the horn in her hand growing through her fingers, gaining a curve as it grew up and slightly out. The pain stopped after a few inches were added, leaving a dull ache in its wake. Tawna had more pleasant hangovers than this.

Pulling up her overlays, she navigated to the medical functions. Her systems still showed green, a frustrating assessment since she now inhabited a body entirely different from 2 days ago. Moving deeper into the menus, she found the emergency settings to turn off her pain receptors. “Warning: If you are severely injured please seek immediate medical attention! Just because you can't feel the pain doesn't mean damage is being done! Your pain receptors will be re-enabled in 1 hour." Her system warned her as she toggled the option on. Instantly the pain cleared, letting her breathe normally. While it was tempting to go back to sleep, if her horns kept growing, she didn't want them piercing her pillow or attaching her to the bed in her sleep.

Pressing the button on the food dispenser, running her hand across her defined abs, curious where the bulge of cum had gone from yesterday. She'd gone to bed with her belly still pumped full of her own cum, but now was back to hard abs. Munching on the bar as she wondered about the disappearing liquid when something that had never happened before in her time here occurred; voices.

Time: 1:45 AM, July 13th System time

Location: Prison Ship(?)

“Yeah, after 3 days with a double injection, these sluts are begging to be fucked." The voice was reedy and sing-song, nearly hidden behind the sound of approaching foot-steps. Tawna always had an ear out for any sign of her captors, but this was the first time she'd caught anything more than scent on the recycled ship air.

“I could go for that, when I signed up for this gig I thought I'd be getting my dick wet every day. Fucking bullshit that I've just been cleaning." The second voice was deeper without any melody to it.

“Keep it in your pants a bit longer, everyone earns their time with the girls." A frustrated groan from the second person followed that. The sound of footsteps coming to a stop near Tawna's cell.

Instincts trained by Ausar military and honed by being freelance kicked in. This would be her chance to escape, to fight back, to rip and tear and spill the blood of her foes. Heart pounding she stepped quickly to the side of the door, adrenaline flooding her system enough that a medical warning flashed in her periphery. Paying the warning no mind, she listened to the lock mechanism of the door get disengaged with heavy thunks. The door opened outward in agonizing slowness, her own heartbeat loud in her ears.

In basic training, they were taught to use their natural claws in hand-to-hand combat. They weren't as sharp as a modern knife, but still did more damage than attempting to bludgeon your foes with a closed fist. A balding human with a wispy beard was the first to step into the room. Tawna prepared to strike at his face, planning to follow up with another strike at his throat hoping to stun him so she could handle the other person with him.

Her black-furred hand moved in a blur, claws bared and shredded 4 gashes through his face and throat like wet paper. The man fell to the floor instantly, grabbing at his wound. Rip, tear, fight, survive. A primal part of her mind screamed, circumventing higher-thought to assume direct control of her body. Stepping around the corner she saw a Tove, the multi-armed bird-like person standing in the hallway, beak agape. Before they could so much as squawk, Tawna's hand shot out, catching them by the head and continued the motion to slam their head against the opposite metal wall. Crunching of brittle bird-bones against metal was the only sound caused and she let the lifeless body fall to the floor.

“What the fuck, fuck fuck, like fuck." She babbled, her mind returning to control and real time. Staring at her blood-covered hands, she shook off the worst of the viscera, feeling the post-adrenaline shakes start to pull at her body. With a deep breath to steady herself, she started to assess her new situation. Looking up and down the hallway she found herself in, this definitely seemed to be a prison transport ship with dozens of cells on each side of the hallway, and other than herself and the two bodies beneath her, it was empty.

Wanting to not make it super apparent there were two corpses in the hallway, she dragged them into her cell. Seeing her new muscle mass was one thing, experiencing it felt unreal. The bodies weren't any harder to move than unloading groceries, she wasn't pulling her punches, but she also didn't feel like she used full-force earlier and she ended up killing both of them that way. Safe, powerful, living a part of her purred at the thought. Pushing that thought to the side, she turned to her captors.

Like most tove Tawna knew, this one didn't wear traditional clothes like other sentients as their sense of shame and sexuality was quite different from other species. Instead, they wore a vest with multiple pockets for easy carrying of tools. The human man, unfortunately, was smaller than her new build. Until she could find some clothes that would fit her, she'd be doing this naked.

Thankfully, there was something to be salvaged from this. The human was wearing a utility vest like the tove's, worn and with a patch on the back of a tove skull surrounded by green flames. Judging by how it matched the tove's, this was most likely insignia for their gang, or pirate group or book club. Tawna didn't care about that. What she did care about, was the the access card attached to the vest and the ration bar stored away in an inner pocket. It was fruit cocktail flavored! Three fucking days of chicken flavored bars and now she had a fruit cocktail flavor. Her mouth watered at the idea, but she managed to hold off for the moment as she worked on undoing the belt and hip holster the man was wearing. The belt and hip-holster fit, if a little snug, and she'd deal with the chaffing if it meant having a weapon. Speaking of, the laser pistol in the holster, was an older model, but looked to be taken care of and, more importantly, didn't have a gene-lock on it meaning she could use it.

Lastly, she pulled the man's boots off, hoping to avoid going barefoot. Sadly, they were two sizes too small, but he'd stashed a knife in his left boot and the sheathe easily clipped onto her new belt. Geared up as best she could, she left her cell and closed the door behind her, hearing the door automatically lock as it sealed itself shut. Time to get off this ship.