He gasped, stumbled—and everything spun.
He dropped to his knees.
It began.
His breathing turned shallow as his limbs tingled and numbed. He grunted, feeling his arms and legs pulling inward. Shrinking. His tall 6-foot frame receded inch by inch as his body compacted with every heartbeat. His spine arched unnaturally, forcing him onto all fours before the change adjusted and allowed him to kneel upright again.
His skin flushed from pale pink to a vibrant emerald green, like chlorophyll blooming beneath his dermis. As he groaned, reaching toward his face, his eyes widened—literally. His pupils vanished, leaving glossy, obsidian-black orbs that seemed to drink in all light.
He clawed at his scalp as two delicate feelers sprouted from his forehead, swaying slightly like insect antennae—responsive to every gust of the alien wind.
Neil tried to scream, but what came out was more of a high gasp. His suit groaned as his frame reshaped, bones grinding softly beneath the skin as his hips widened drastically, rounding into fertile, curvy proportions. His waist pulled inward, forming an hourglass, and his arms slimmed, growing graceful and lithe.
Then came the pressure in his chest—his pecs softening, swelling outward in heavy pulses. Breasts. They inflated until they filled his suit uncomfortably, firm and weighty, resting against his now-pronounced chest. D-cups. Easily.
“Ohh—!” he whimpered, voice cracking upward as gray hair spilled from beneath his helmet, long and wispy, trailing down his back.
His rear—already prominent—bulged outward, pushing against the seams of his jumpsuit until it tore at the thighs. His posture shifted again, spine curving further to accentuate the jutting swell of his backside.
His voice hitched. Neil clutched his throat as his Adam’s apple dissolved, melting into smoothness. A sharp heat flared between his legs, and in one final pulse of warm pleasure, his manhood vanished, leaving behind a new, alien femininity.
“A-aaah…!”
He moaned, overwhelmed by the strange but intense pleasure rippling through his transformed body. His breaths came in ragged gasps. And then—still. Silent. Changed.
When she opened her eyes, she stumbled her way back to the crashed ship Oberon. The mirror in the medical bay, cracked and dusty, revealed her reflection.
A short, curvy alien woman—glowing green, elegant gray hair draped down her back, her body plump and radiant in ways that felt impossibly good. Her large breasts bounced softly with each movement. She blushed at her wide hips and perfectly rounded behind, tailbone arched with graceful, subconscious pride.
She stood naked, dazed, unable to look away.
“…Is this me?” she whispered, touching her soft new face, then her chest. Her fingers lingered.
And somehow… it felt right.
Her old suit was useless. Laughing softly, she pulled open one of the sealed lockers, revealing experimental attire meant for flexibility in alien climates—a sleek, form-fitting bodysuit, metallic violet with shimmering accents. It clung to her new curves perfectly, emphasizing her womanly form while leaving nothing to the imagination.
She giggled again. “Nami,” she whispered. “That’s a cute name…”
She twirled slightly in the mirror, cheeks flushed. “Wonder what Earth would think of this astronaut now?”
Outside, the strange plant pulsed gently again… as if watching its newest creation bloom.