You slowly open up your eyes. You find yourself laying on a cold metal floor, your body feeling… strange.
You look down at hands and notice that they are grey and rubbery. They where also much dainter and had webbing between the fingers. You also felt something different about your hair and noticed several long tentacles at the corner of your vision.
Understandably you freaked out a bit and started panicking. Your skin suddenly turning yellow as a result.
‘W-w-wh- what have you done to me!?’ You cry out hearing your new much more feminine voice.
“Oh sorry about that.” The lizard woman responded “looks there was some… uh… left over… genetic material… in the teleporter from when my… friend Xentia visited.”
You push yourself up off the ground, only to fall back down again on your oversized ass. Your skin turning green in embarrassment.
You got a better look at your body. Your skin was shiny and rubbery seaming to now act as a sort of mood ring. Hanging from your chest was a set of two basketball sized breasts without nipples. Aside from that, and your ass, your whole body was incredibly toned and fit. Your hands had webbing in between the fingers and instead of hair, you had a long tentacles down to your smooth shoulders. Though you couldn’t see them, you also had freckles along your nose and cheeks, your tentacles, the top of your breasts and shoulders.
‘What the heck am I?’ You ask as you started feeling your self up a bit, the alien lizard woman spoke again.
“The teleporter had a bit of Azyri DNA left in it from Xentia. When it teleported you, yours and her genetic makeup got scrambled together.”
‘Can you unscramble me?’ You ask.
She shook her head. “Afraid that’s not how it works, if I teleport you again you’d still be an Azyri. You’re stuck like this forever.”
You slumped down your skin turning blue.
“Hey it’s alright.” She said rubbing her scaly hand on your shoulder. “Being an Azyri isn’t so bad. I mean yea everyone regards them as the galaxies biggest sluts bu—“
‘Excuse me WHAT!?!’
“Oh yea, forgot your new to the whole space thing.” She sat down on the floor next to you, your eyes drifted all over her skin tight suit.
“Well, for reasons no one can really determine. Azyrians basically evolved into the universes perfect sex machines. All of them appear female, and any race that breads with them will have an Azyri offspring. There skin is incredibly soft and smooth, as well as them being able to change its color at will. They can inflate or deflate their chests to any cup size. Not to live for about 5,000 of your years so many are VERY experienced. They can also mimic the genitals of basically any species. Not to mention there tentacles, hand, and feet are incredibly… mmmph, dexterous.”
The lizard woman started running her thighs together. Your skin turned pink in embarrassment, and a bit of arousal. You would live for 5,000 years? Like this? That doesn’t sound… so bad… no what were you thinking?
“The one down side I can think of, and the reason Azyrians don’t have a real empire, is there libidos. They prevent them from advancing their technology anywhere aside from sex toys. However they also provide pheromones that make them VERY desirable to most races in the galaxy.”
She hand put her hand on your thigh and was now getting so close you could smell her breath. You gulped, your skin becoming an even darker pink. This lizard woman that kidnapped you was clearly under the sway of your pheromones, and a part of your mind was screaming at you to just unzip that skin tight suit of hers and have some alien lesbian sex right here and now. Another far smaller part of your mind was also yelling more logical suggestions, but that voice was shrinking fast…