[b][u]Chapter 1[/u][/b]

[b]Warning:[/b] This story contains mostly on hyper and is centered on Shemale on Male (Bustyboi) content (Meaning anal and oral mostly), though Shemale on Female and Hermaphrodite will also be present. It also contains uncommon body composition (Taur bodies, multi breasts, multi arms, heads, cock snakes, lipples, etc), and many kinks. The kinks are: Cock fucking, nipple/breast fucking, male impregnation, alternative impregnation, ownership (Marked by cum) and medical compounds with certain effects (mind/body alteration, body part growth), cum addiction, large penetrations, cum inflation and so on. Other kinks may also appear.

[b][i]*** Mission Start ***[/i][/b]

Ambrosia was quick to get out of the Taxi, huff, pay the driver and move. She wasn't in a good mood at all. The tall, amazonian black woman was in no mood for this, but she had very little option.

When your last job ended in a disaster worth not being able to find a job again, you literally hang to a red hot nail if offered.

The woman sighed as she looked forward. Anamasi North Clinic was a very special place in the habitat of the same name. That made Ambrosia huff. She had left a cosi job at one of the colonies, a real planet, after she had fought for years to escape her original fucking space station. And for what? To get back to another freaking hunk of junk floating in the middle of nowhere.

Oh yeah, habitats had artificial night and day cycles, great security, were as big as a fucking moon and had a lot of people that, more often than not, were just as friendly as anyone else. But Space Habitats were also danger zones, and the modern population problem had to do with the artificial plasma used in their reactors instead of the proper plasma used in more stable and not so demanding proper worlds.

On the other hand, it was that problem the one to give her a job, so fuck it. Ambrosia would do what she required to keep on truckin, at least for now.

With a sigh the tall woman, breaching the two meters tall height by just an inch or so, walked forward. Already wearing her old white lab coat, with a green skirt and blue shirt underneath and showing thanks to being unbuttoned, she looked almost normal. Long ebony hair cascading down her back, beautiful ebony skin, a pretty face despite her usually serious expression, inquisitive purple eyes and slightly muscular build in response to her religious training and devotion to a relatively healthy lifestyle. Ambrosia was quite the woman at first glance.

If you didn't notice the massive bulge under her skirt.

Yes, Ambrosia had a cock, in fact she was a shemale, as in naturally born that way. In today's world, millenia after humanity left Earth, many changes had been made, one of which was the discovery of how to safely generate and control plasma. This, in turn, meant basically infinite and cheap energy. Of course, plasma had quality as any other material, and the dubbed 'artificial' plasma was, for some reason, capable of resonating with the human body in very specific ways.

Let's just say that humanity became quite diverse overnight, in a manner of speaking.

Ambrosia walked across the artificial stone path that lead to the clinic. The building, three stories tall, was basically a hospital of old, but in today's world it was barely considered a clinic despite every wonder of technology inside. Its white paint belated the sterile interior made of artificial silver and steel alloy, a mix designed to literally kill germs and maintain the health of those around it and, of course, it wasn't cheap. That was just the basic stuff, the mandatory baseline, and even then the clinic, with many advances Ambrosia hadn't heard of until now, was considered the worst option within the Anamasi Space Habitat.

A pleasant smell hit Ambrosia as she entered the building, the automatic doors hissing gently in front, and then behind, her. A soothing female voice told her 'Welcome', and a fellow vanilla human woman was waiting at the front desk with a smile on her face.

Well, 'vanilla' was likely a stretch.

Ambrosia knew her history, and she was sure natural pink hair was only in fantasy, mangas and that kind of stuff, much like the cyclopean eye on the girl. It was a beautiful golden eye, true, but still a single one, and that wasn't more than a relatively simple mutation in today's world. She was also quite small, close to one meter and half, and likely sitting on a tall chair from what Ambrosia could see as she walked closer.

Still, the girl was stacked. While Ambrosia herself was close to a F cup, the girl there was literally two cups larger than Ambrosia right now, and that meant that the massive mammaries were resting on the counter, the white garb on the girl trying its best not to explode. Despite that the girl had a charming smile and a beautiful face that radiated optimism.

Ambrosia was envying the girl so darn much at the moment.

“Hello!" The girl spoke with such cheer that Ambrosia could feel cavities already forming. “Welcome to Anamasi North Clinic! What can I do for you?"

“Yes, hello." Ambrosia was a bit more curt and professional, as she tended to be. “I was told to meet with the head of the clinic. Name is Ambrosia."

“Oh! The new doctor! Yes, a moment." The girl clicked a button at her side and an holographic screen came up. She hit a few more keys and Ambrosia heard a ding from her wrist. “There you have the map! Enjoy your stay, I am sure the boss will be more than happy to receive you."

Ambrosia hummed as she lifted her wrist to look at the bracelet/portable computer. A simple spoken command and an holographic keyboard and screen popped up, a few clicks and she had the building's schematics up, a nice 3D map showing her where she was and where she was meant to be.

Humanity was so spoiled, but she wasn't going to complain.

Saying her goodbyes to the overly happy girl at the desk, Ambrosia got a move on. She saw no one as she walked, most likely because they were all already attending someone. Even so long after humanity left their birth place, and after so many medicines and remedies had been created, things just weren't easy. New sickness from new worlds, maladies thanks to humanity's DNA changing through their advance in technology and other accidents, and just plain bad luck, all of those things ensured hospitals were just as frequent, if not more so, than they had once been. The only difference was that now healthcare was free for everyone, or well, free insofar as you had a job and paid your dues monthly, of course.

Ambrosia quit her musings as she reached central room of the third floor. The archive with every digital file was here, as well as the head of the clinic herself. She could hear a few people talking on nearby rooms as she came close, she even saw a couple of patients waiting for their doctor to call them in, but that was the most people she had seen until she gave the door in front of her a good, old fashioned knock.

“Come in."

The voice was strong and commanding, and Ambrosia did her best to remain relaxed as she came in.

Mostly because seeing a woman taller than you, and with a taur based body, with three heads, and all of them scrutinizing you down to your very core, was still intimidating.

Planets were desirable for most people because the stable gravity and natural requirement of less intensive energy sources made the 'harmful' effects of artificial plasma largely nonexistent. The more common and blue colored artificial plasma was, in effect, safe for use, albeit those creating the plasma and keeping the generations in tip top shape tended to have far more chances of having children with some changes.

Green and red plasma were different.

Green was used in starships, and was slightly less stable because, most of the time, starships weren't truly massive. If they were, then red plasma goes in, but most of the time it wasn't required. Some starships were for commerce, others for pure transport, and a few were literal communities. To each their own. Of course that meant that children born in a starship tended to have more mutations than those born in a planet. The longer a pregnancy remains close to a specific plasma resource, the more likely this becomes.

Red plasma was the shit, in both ways. It generated a lot of energy and it was as clean as all plasma, but it reacted 'badly' with human DNA. While most common mutations were like that of the girl manning the desk at the entrance of the clinic, some of the most extreme were… interesting.

Metal skin was one, latex skin too. Hyper sizes were common even in planets, but far more exuberant in ships or habitats. It could reach ungodly levels of hungness in some cases. Hyper development of certain animal traits coded within human genotypes, such as turning into an anthropomorphic wolf during gestation, wasn't rare either. Paired with possible metallic or latex/rubbery skin, things could get kinky, even to the point of being born a cybernetic entity that was still very much human, even if they looked like a walking fucking plane out of the two thousands or so. Though that was mostly because the aesthetic was old and 'classical' and most children got their forms tweaked to look like that as they grew up.

More extreme cases would be that of Ambrosia's new boss (Possibly), Lara Anderson.

Lara was a two meter forty tall fucking brown furred (with creamy bottom) squirrel. She had six arms, three heads and four legs, though the legs were mostly four not out of mutations, but because she had a taur like body with two large squirrel tails covering her butt. Each head was slightly different, with the left one having hazelnut colored eyes and a very long chestnut colored hairdo that fell down her back while a smile dotted her face, the rightmost one had black hair, green eyes, and was largely unamused at something, and finally the central one, Lara proper, being a blonde with green eyes and a no nonsense look.

Lara had also three titanic breasts that her clothes, lab coat included, barely covered and, from what Ambrosia could see despite the large desk that tried to cover her whole body. She also had four massive balls on her lower body, near her rear, with a pair of sheaths hiding something far bigger than Ambrosia had ever seen, and she had seen a fair lot.

“Take a picture, it will last longer." The rightmost head growled, the slight buck teeth showing.

Lara grumbled, using one of her six arms to give her right head a gentle slap. “Don't start, Mara."

“Bite me."

The left head just chuckled as she(?) waved Ambrosia closer. “Sorry about this hun. We expected you much later."

“Not a problem, miss…"

“I am Shara." The left head, Shara, said. “We just have been having a few problems as of late and Mara is easy to irritate."

“You bite me too!"

“You'd like that, dear." Shara said in a sing song tone, much to Mara's, and apparently Lara's, chagrin. “Now, onto business, please."

“Yeah, yeah, let me be blunt then." Mara's focus turned towards Ambrosia. “You are fucked up."

Ambrosia blinked. “Excuse me?"

“Oh, I didn't mean anything bad by it." Mara grinned widely, much to her 'sisters'' discomfort. “I like your style, girl. You made a very interesting discovery, but you fucked up by testing it wrongly."

Ambrosia felt slightly put off as she looked away for a second.

“Don't worry about that and sit down." Lara finally spoke once more and signaled for Ambrosia to take the chair in front of her desk and sit down, which she did quickly if only to get away from the disapproving glare of her new boss. “We have been reviewing your discovery. A small, plasma radiation infused pill. The mix is quite clever, and the many positive effects are quite impressive, but…"

“The side effects can be bad, I know." Ambrosia grumbled out. “I should have asked for volunteers instead of testing it on a few of my colleagues… But they DID volunteer for it!"

“Dear, they did not write anything down." Shara pointed out with a gentle, soothing tone of voice far too similar to the one at the entrance to be coincidence. “The fact that you marked them…"

Anyone else would've turned red at that, but Ambrosia didn't. 'Marking' meant basically 'owning' someone, to an extent. It was one of the more primal and basic changes the plasma radiation forced upon human DNA, even the 'vanilla' humans. It just meant that, as soon as someone came inside someone else, their bodies would adapt to that particular cum. Of course it wasn't all that impactful the first time, but after a few dozen? The pair mated to one another and the one in the receiving end all but became addicted to their partner. It was a very bothersome thing, but having fun with multiple partners made sure the effects cancel each other. If nothing else it had been an easy way to destigmatize sex within human culture.

Then again, Ambrosia's medicine, designed to more or less stabilize a human's DNA so no excessive mutations could appear, had also 'interesting' results. Mostly depending on the user's most rooted desires and fantasies. Ambrosia, having been deprived of sex for so long during her research and her work to get out of her home station, had been far too receptive of some of her colleagues asking to be fucked after the test.

The results had been… well. Here she was now, wasn't she? Two years after that fuckup to boot. Any 'marking' prior to the pill was overridden, and a new one would start at a heightened pace as soon as they got to the naughty part. It didn't have to be a negative, of course, but modern legal systems were a bit of a bitch, or so Ambrosia thought.

Hey, she got kicked out of her dream job for a 'mistake'. What do you think she was going think about it a ll?

“I was just needy and they asked, okay?" Ambrosia huffed. “I didn't think the pills would do that to them…"

“Nor did anyone else." Lara pointed out in a gentle way. “Though banned, some of us were sent examples of your work. We three are of the same mind…"

“Fuck you and your puns, sister." Mara growled.

“... shut up." Lara cleared her throat. “That your pills are a good thing. We are, in fact, sure that their effects could be beneficial, though not in the way you think."

Ambrosia tilted her head ever so slightly. “What do you mean?"

“A problem that is becoming far more common as of late." Lara got the trio's body up, giving Ambrosia a more clear look at just how large the woman was. “It hasn't been all that important to be honest, mostly because things can be corrected in other ways, or with some help, but it is growing out of proportion."

The taur woman turned around the laptop that Ambrosia had been ignored, making sure the human woman could see the image.

“It is a bee girl." Ambrosia said simply. “What of it?"

“Notice something strange?" Shara asked with that gentle tone of hers. “Something… missing?"

Ambrosia looked over the figure. It was just… a bee girl. She was of regular size for most common people of her kind; around one fifty to one sixty, she couldn't really tell, blonde hair, blue eyes and black and yellow coloration (Black main body, arms, hands and feet. Yellow bee fuzz, yellow legs and head. Abdomen with the usual stripes). She looked cute, massively stacked, to the point where Ambrosia couldn't believe her back didn't hurt, though the abdomen likely helped with balance and all…

She was just largely normal. Of course not ALL insect people had saturated eyes (As in their color was ALL there was to the eyes, other than a small white dot that hinted where they were focusing at the time), but that wasn't exactly strange.

“I don't really see anything missing." Ambrosia pointed, then checked between the girl's legs. “Okay, she also has a quite large dick and balls for her size, so no. I thought maybe it was a 'neutral', but again…"

Mara seemed to get fed up. “She is a GUY you moron!"

Ambrosia nearly jumped backwards. “Wait, what?"

Lara sighed as she got the computer back, hit a key to turn the image around enough, and placed the thing down to show the bee's abdomen much better from where Ambrosia sat. “Females, hermaphrodites and shemale bees all have a stinger. Neutrals have it half the time." Then she pointed at the bee girl's posterior. “She lacks a stinger because she isn't a 'she'. He is what is commonly known as a 'bustyboi'."

That made Ambrosia humm. Originally the first changes seen had been simple. At first humanity had to accept that fewer males were being born, instead becoming 'shemales'. Although other more 'scientific' and 'gentler' terms were given, humanity quickly decided to not give a fuck and call them shemales. Since it didn't come with negative mental traits or all that much stigma, the beginning of humanity's stable DNA era going into decline was ignored.

Then hermaphrodites became a thing and people began worrying. Soon after extra pairs of arms, breasts, etc, also came into play. Soon after? Anthropomorphs. Afterwards? Cyberformed people and those rubbery/latex skin mutations.

From there things went to hell, and people too far too long to learn the source to ever become free of their dependence to artificial plasma.

However, things had always been largely clear. 'Hermaphrodites' and 'Shemales' easily fell on the 'male' or 'female' category thanks to their hormonal changes and specific neural development. It didn't meant they ever fit old normal, but then again, no one did anymore. Bustybois Ambrosia had heard about, but she had never seen one. Not that they were horribly rare, only that she had never had the luck.

And yet, apparently, they were becoming far more common now.

The other thing, 'neutrals', was even more rare, and usually treated as soon as they came of age. These individuals were either male or female in form, but lacked gonads (Breast, though, they could have, which identified what they were). That was the only mutation that really fucked with a person's mind. Humans of all kinds were NOT made to lack genitalia and the hormones that came with them. In such a state things like schizophrenia or other mental problems would generate overtime, like bugs in a system.

'Bustiboys', however, was different. Their mutation had at first been 'normal', meaning they had been men with tits, simply put. However, as things evolved and time changed, bustybois became more and more feminine, and nowadays only their chemical abnormalities would put them aside from shemales.

Since their mutation was stable, unlike a 'neutral', they didn't get the monthly (or weekly) therapy that neutrals required to remain of a single sex. For a neutral it was very painful, and mentally taxing, to go through that. A bustyboi, in nine out of ten cases, would lead a normal life without changes, though frustration was usually there.

“Look, I know what a bustyboi is." Ambrosia huffed after a few seconds. “But why is this a problem?"

“Because more and more of them have been born instead of the regular males." Shara spoke with far more steel than Ambrosia had heard during the meeting. “Apparently we are approaching the 'Sadron Statistic' far faster than expected. This, in turn, is creating problems."

The 'Sadron Statistic' was a study created by professor Sadron Ashan roughly two hundred years ago. He had speculated that, at some point in the current millenium, the mutations would finally be 'stable', in a sense. While the paper was long, detailed and largely boring, it started that humanity would consist of 1% neutrals, 6.5% males, 12.5% bustybois, 20% shemales, 20% hermaphrodites and 40% females.

At the time it had been thought as little more than a failure in the scientific department, but Sadron, now 248 years old, had been seen on the Galaxy News in talks about his research being correct in many aspects. Ambrosia could guess that, if nothing else, Shara meant about the gender percentage.

Not that she minded. Ambrosia liked femininity, as did a great deal of the population (Not so most normal females), so very few really found this to be a detriment. Of course, the actual % the last time she had seen it was WILDLY different to what Sadron Ashan had once spoken about… Much like when mutations began, it likely meant that quite a few people was also suffering of 'rejection' of their bodies, at least in part.

Ambrosia saw an opportunity though, not a detriment.

“I surmise this is creating some… problems, then. Problems 'I' can help with."

Ambrosia began to change into a more diplomatic and reserved manner of speaking. This was her standard at work: Stoic, distant and mercantile. She had worked her ass of for years to get into science, she wasn't going to pass a chance.

“Indeed." Lara walked away from her desk, Mara turning around enough to glare at Ambrosia as she did so. “We have many cases of people like Finnal, the bee you see on screen. While it is not an astronomical number, and they are largely manageable enough as is, the number of natural male births is falling quickly. It is a whole five percent in barely two decades. It was bound to be unusual in some ways."

Five percent… Ambrosia just couldn't say how high a number it could be. Most habitats could have up to a billion people in them, if they were large enough, the lesser ones just held a tenth of such quantities. Worlds, on average, could hold three billion, usually more with a few habitats on system instead of the middle of nowhere as was this one [Well, it wasn't the 'middle of nowhere', it was a midpoint between wormholes. Think of it as a pit stop in a sense].

To say this meant trillions of people that likely became mutated in body, but not mind, would be understating it in a way so brutal it physically hurt Ambrosia to think about it.

“I see." Still, staggering or not, Ambrosia was receptive of this chance. “And you want me to do… what?"

As Lara turned again, a data disk in hand, Mara began to talk. “We want you to put that dick brain of your sto use."

Ambrosia blinked. “Pardon?"

“Your pills." Shara cleared, glaring at her 'sister'. “A refined variant was made after many tests, considering you lost ownership of the original product after your misuse."

The ebony woman growled. “Yes, I heard about that."

Lara lifted two of her arms in a placating gesture, disk being blatantly displayed. “But it was never properly tested."

That at least brought interest to Ambrosia's mind. “Never? Why? If nothing else I had expected someone to take advantage and get a move on with what ground I had covered. Two years may not be a lot of time now, but even back on Earth two years was more than enough for some people to turn the world around."

“Be as it may." Shara didn't seem happy, mostly because she thought the same thing as Ambrosia most likely. “Nobody pushed forth with it. You, however, may be able to help us out."

Ambrosia chuckled. “And whose cock did you have to suck to get me out of that cesspool my mother calls a home, only to bring me here and offer me this job?"

“I prefer not to say." Mara blurted out.

Ambrosia's eyes widened. “What?"

Both Shara and Lara looked at their sister with a scowl. “What? Like either of you are fucking angels. We wanted this and we just had to fuck around a bit. Chill out for fuck's sake."

Lara growled before she turned to Ambrosia again, this time getting back to her desk and sitting down. “We did a few favors, that is all."

Ambrosia nodded. Sex may not be as taboo as it once was, but quite a lot of people still felt far too prudish. The fact that you could be Marked was tempting to many, arousing to quite a few, but many more felt it was a danger in some ways.

Of course, Ambrosia's perverse mind loved the idea, so long as it wasn't her getting hooked.

“Fine then." And interested as she was, Ambrosia decided this job, and this habitat, was far more appealing now than before. “So you want me to poke around with this version of my medicine?"

Lara was quick to nod in affirmation. “We have the notes, your house should have everything you need to get it going. Legally speaking we." She pointed at herself and the building in general. “Can't handle such materials. You, however, are legally capable of doing so. Unless you fuck something up, that is. And if you do, both we." This time Lara meant exclusively her own self and her 'sisters'. “And you." Oh, and also Ambrosia, of course. “Will get thrown into prison."

“Wai…"

“No cutting job and being deported. We go behind bars." Shara spoke in a solemn tone.

“Bu…"

“The fucking slammer, man." Mara, however, seemed delighted. “Imagine how many times a day we could get ravaged by guards and inmates while fighting for dominance! Oh boy did I ever fantasize with… what?"

Even Ambrosia was looking at Mara as if she had grown a second head all of sudden. You may laugh, but when the other two heads in someone's body look at the last one as if she was crazy, well… things have turned weird.

“My sister's sadomasochistic dreams aside." Lara pushed on, ignoring Mara's loud 'HEY!' as if she wasn't there. “I would prefer to remain free. I don't know what you may want to do with your research and this new variant, nor what you may even cook up, but it can do a lot of good to many people. Not everyone is as accepting of their changes as they ought to be. I am pretty sure you know just how much it costs to take mutations away from someone and then KEEP them away."

Yeah, millions per person at worst. Tens of thousands at best. That is why only neutrals ever got the treatment. Doing otherwise would just bankrupt humanity as a whole.

“Fair enough." Ambrosia got more comfortable in her seat, a smile now on her face. “But I suppose there are… guidelines I have to follow?"

“These." Lara pushed the disk, now in a case, towards Ambrosia. “Names, bios, etc. Volunteers for the test, and the details of your creation and the modifications done to it. You are to find a mix that makes it so that people do not reject their mutations unless they are harmful."

Ambrosia, despite her lack of scruples, had to frown. “Mental changes? So you are less into physical..."

“There were tests done to fully stabilize mutations." Shara cut Ambrosia. “The effects were… severe."

That made the woman frown. “How severe?"

“Let's say they needed to revert them or clean people off the walls." Was Mara's curt reply. “Luckily it never came to that, but someone lost an arm for a year."

Ambrosia began to feel cold sweat running down her back. “I never…"

“We know." Shara offered a gentle smile. “And we do mean it." Though the smile died down quickly. “We know you are quite the perverse woman, but not one to inflict that kind of pain. The subject recovered, and no permanent damage was done."

“Just remember." Lara interjected. “Do not use your base formula again. Look into modifications and such. You have a week and access to some funds. With part of the workload already done, I am sure you can prepare something."

Ambrosia took a second to decide, then she grabbed the disk eagerly.

“Also." And this time it was Mara, far less smug and assholic as before. “Do not take any info from the disk. Put something in? No problem. Take something out? We'll fucking kill you."

“Mara!" Both Shara and Lara screeched at once.

“Fuck you two!" Mara's two arms were raised in anger. “This is not exactly legal, bitches! If this goes into the galaxy net we are FUCKED in a bad way!"

Ambrosia hummed and said nothing. The meeting would go on for some time after that, but there was very little else to be said to be honest. She got a house in the North district of the habitat and a week to prepare, then they'd call for the first patient she HAD to take.

Hopefully Ambrosia would be ready by then.

*** End CHP 1 ***

And that is a wrap for the first chapter! I like my bullshit SCI-FI-PRON settings, what can I say? That, and I am a pervert. Anyway, here at the notes section I am to say thanks for reading, and also, but also offer ya peeps a chance.

Do you want a character in here? Of course, considering what is up at the warnings, you should know what is up by now: Girls, herms, shemales and bustybois are a go (I'd even say fembois, but in this universe, funnily enough, that is not a thing, sorry). However they'll be subject to getting plowed, and likely knocked up, by our lovely mad scientist, Ambrosia, so if you aren't up for that, don't volunteer your peeps. Of course body modification, mind alteration and so on are on the table too, and that isn't for everyone.

If you do want a go just beware of those things and the obvious requirement: A developed character. Obviously a name, a species, a personality and so on. The more detailed, the better, and if you have a picture, more so, hell, if I was an artist instead of a writer I would do some myself, but I am good at what I am good and that is it. I am VERY picky with this shit though, and that is BECAUSE I want to do a character justice. If you don't have a well crafted char, I may fuck up, which in turn may piss you and *ME* off.

I am just anal retentive like that.

Of course I have ideas for characters of my own, but if anyone want theirs to be a part of this story, then we'll have a 'screening' process. Translation: Well talk and I'll try to not get killed by being an idiot :3 If you still want to try, here is an example of how detailed it should be.

• Ambroasia G.Onix

Anyway, next chapter will have smexy times with a shortstack bee bustyboi, because fuck you, I like short bees and pumping them full of seed.

Peace.