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The Chrysalis Solution Allen Taggart is a Lieutenant assigned to an important diplomatic mission to end the war between the Terran Confederacy and the mysterious Celestian Union. Little did he know how much of a part he would play in ending the war. Chapter 1: Allen Taggart All I could see is large, thick penis in front of me. My eyes are so fixated that I couldn't look at anything else, or even begin to try to understand where I am or why I would be in a situation where I would even be looking at another man's penis in the first place. I watched in fascinated horror as it got closer to my face, the tip leaving my peripheral vision before rubbing against my lips. Rather than turn my head or push the penis away, I open my mouth to invite the penis in. I needed to taste this cock. However, before I could feel the penis with my tongue, I woke with a start. My breathing is labored and I slowly came down from my dream. With a sense of shame, I looked under my covers and saw the familiar sight of my ruined pajama bottoms, a puddle of my cum soaking my crotch. I close my eyes and let out a whimper of frustration. Something was clearly happening to me, but I couldn't begin to understand what it might be. I should begin at the beginning. My name is Allen Taggart, a Lieutenant in the Terran Navy. I'm on a special diplomatic mission attached to Captain Liana Brightman and her XO Commander Naomi Alexander and our orders were to make contact with the Celestian Union in order to negotiate a peace to the long war that had affected both our civilizations. It was a bitterly fought war, that affected billions of people and had lasted decades before a decisive fleet action commanded by Brightman destroyed a significant part of the Celestian fleet and forced a temporary cease fire. It's probably why they would only negotiate with her, since she was the only one to defeat them so decisively. They wanted Brightman to come to their home world alone, but the Terran government insisted that she had a minimal staff with her. She would still be isolated, but at least she wouldn't be alone. She chose to bring Alexander, and Terran Command added me to the mission because of my connections to the civilian government - my fianc? is a member of the Earth Parliament, and her father is the Secretary of Defense. I didn't care if nepotism was the reason that I was sent on this mission, I was excited to serve with the hero of the Terran Confederacy. My fianc? would probably kill me, but it didn't hurt that both Liana Brightman and Naomi Alexander are beautiful. Brightman is in her 40s, but she certainly didn't look it, with her tall frame and fit athletic body. Her long blonde hair was usually tied up in a bun, but she was absolutely stunning when I saw her once with her hair down. Alexander is a bit younger, and she was just as beautiful. I caught myself staring at her long legs from time to time, as she opted to wear the version of the uniform with the skirt. Her red hair was cut in a short pixy style, which bordered on being regulation and just added to her charm. My attraction to them is nothing more than juvenile male desire, of course. The actual mission itself was at first exciting. We were the first Terrans to have seen Celestia in a generation, so our mission had a double purpose - negotiate the peace, but gather as much intelligence as possible. I had been taught that the Celestians were fascists that demanded social order above all else, and certainly what we saw reflected some of that. The few times we were allowed into the capital city itself, we never saw people who were just enjoying themselves. There were no Parisian cafes or Persian hookah bars, all I could see for miles and miles were large skyscrapers and people in uniforms moving around them. One small point did bother me - there was some kind of class hierarchy in Celestian society, but I didn't quite understand it. Like us, it seemed as if men and women were equal in this society. But behind some Celestians, there would be a woman following them in a servile role. If most Celestians wore crisp military uniforms or business attire, these women were dressed in comically fetishistic clothing. Sometimes I would see a woman in a tight latex suit, other times in a maid uniform that I recognized from a textbook on ancient Earth history. I could only conclude that there were two class of women, and that these lower women were servants or slaves of some kind. The negotiations, for the most part, proceeded without any major problems. It was just slow because Brightman had to confer with the diplomats back home before she could make any decisions. Thankfully, they allowed us access to a quantum communicator that enabled instant communications with Earth - our messages would have been delayed by weeks if not months otherwise, but Brightman only had so much authority to act on behalf of the Terran government. It was subtle, but the fact that she had to ask permission before agreeing to any terms of the treaty made the Celestian officials lose some respect for her, and over time they began to see her not as a war hero that defeated their best commanders, but as a simple messenger girl who served only to relay messages between the top officials. I could see them develop a patronizing attitude toward her, to the point where they stopped referring to her as "Captain" and simply as "girl" or "darling". I did wonder why they didn't just communicate with Earth directly and negotiate themselves - certainly it wouldn't have made our mission feel like a waste of time. The Celestians did have one entertainment device, and if only to alleviate the tedium of months of slow negotiations, we would use it to pass the time. It was some kind of cortical VR device that looked like a pair of glasses, and while they looked so deceptively simple, they could create anything that we wanted from our memories. At first, I would just use it to imagine myself back home. But one day I imagined that I was with my fianc? Sarah and the floodgates opened. It began with us having sex in our little cottage back on Earth, but my fantasies quickly escalated to me bending her over her desk at the Parliament Hall and fucking her as she voted on some piece of legislation as her father cheered us on. It felt so out of character for me, but eventually I began to imagine myself having sex with the Captain and Commander as well. Like with my fianc?, these fantasies started innocently enough, and I imagined going on dates with each of the women and falling in love with them, but by the time the negotiations were complete, my fantasies had become as kinky as the ones I imagined with Sarah. Probably the one that disturbed me the most, but that also made me so horny, was the one where they barged into my room, tore off their clothes, and began fucking my mouth and ass with large strap-ons. I tried to justifying any feelings of guilt and remorse by telling myself that these were just fantasies, but it made my interactions with the two women a bit awkward at times. By the time we were ready to leave, I was extremely disappointed when we were told that we couldn't bring our glasses with us, but that maybe we'd be seeing these on Earth if our peace treaty later expanded to trade. When the treaty was finally signed, the Celestians had a parade to celebrate. They invited Brightman to join the head negotiator, Ambassador Vick, on the grand marshal's hovercar. The parade passed by hundreds of thousands of people, and even if the Celestians were typically emotionless and stoic, they were all cheering loudly as they saw Vick and Brightman pass by them. I noticed that the few serving women that were at the parade weren't cheering at all, but simply smiling dumbly at the proceedings and that's when I noticed that Brightman was positioned on the hovercar in a way that made it look like she was Vick's serving woman. If I didn't know any better, this was made to look like a victory parade where Vick was showing off his newest prize. I looked at Alexander, and wanted to complain to the Celestian officials that we were sitting with, but she shook her head at me. Brightman must have known what she was being asked to do, and she dutifully played her part rather than rock the boat. I suppose in her mind, she had already suffered hundreds of tiny humiliations during the negotiations, so this was nothing that she couldn't handle. By the time we were finally able to go home, the Celestians insisted on taking us back on their flagship, the Victory. The ship would also deliver Ambassador Vick to Earth to set up an embassy. The sight of the Victory orbiting Earth would have been frightening, but the Terran government agreed that it would be a good symbol of peace to see the Celestian flagship in the heart of Terran space delivering the hero who ended the war back home. Terran Command also thought it might be a good opportunity to gather more intelligence, as no one on our side had be able to see the inside of an operating Celestian ship before. Our introduction to the Victory could have gone better. When we departed our shuttle and stepped onto the landing bay, a small party that included the Victor's captain, Svetlana Morgan, greeted us, and I could see that she was very angry at having to treat Captain Brightman as a guest of honor. I could only assume that she was at the battle of Tau Ceti, where Brightman won her decisive victory and became a war hero, and was still resentful. For her part, Captain Brightman took Morgan's hostility in stride and tried her best to be diplomatic, showing her that she could understand her anger but also making sure not to belittle her for it. Ambassador Vick did take Morgan aside to talk to her, and although I assumed that he was admonishing her for her behavior, I would learn that he was actually reassuring her that she would be able to get her revenge soon. It was no surprise to us that the Victory was a rather Spartan ship, with no real amenities of any kind, but we did expect to have our own rooms. As Morgan showed us the room we were expected to share, she derisively said to us, "This is a warship, not a cruise ship. Several of my men have been relocated so that you can have some privacy." Brightman smiled at her and nodded in appreciation, "I completely understand. Thank you again for your hospitality." Morgan simply snorted in reply and pointed at the two guards stationed in front of the door. "You will be watched by guards at all time, to make sure that you don't get 'lost'". Of course we all understood that it was more so that we didn't wander into areas of the ship that might contain valuable information, but we accepted her explanation all the same. "The ship, as it were, is at your service 'Captain' Brightman". The way she said Captain made it felt like an insult, as if she didn't see Brightman as her equal, but Brightman simply bowed her head in response and lowered her eyes to the deck. I thought I could see a smile form on Morgan's lips, before she turned around and started walking away. Brightman turned to us and motioned for us to get into the room, "Well, we should settle in before we do anything else." It was like a dorm room at the academy. Three cots sat in the middle of the room, with ugly and uncomfortable looking sheets and a couple of pillows. At the foot of each bed was a footlocker with supplies - some toiletries, but also some more seemingly pointless items like lipstick and makeup. As I held up the pink lipstick, Alexander laughed and said, "I can teach you how to put that on if you want." I quickly dropped the lipstick and slammed the footlocker shut. At the head of each of our cots was a vanity, but what caught all of our eyes were the VR glasses that were left on them. I picked up my pair and looked up at the other two women and could see them gingerly examining their own sets. We glanced at each other and we all let out nervous laughter as we realized that we had all used these devices during our stay on Celestia. Brightman was the first to speak up, "We're all adults here, I'm sure we each had our own... interesting fantasies with these devices." Alexander quickly spoke up, "Right. We've been away from home for months now... so there's no reason to judge. Besides, once you have these on, you're pretty much in your own world anyway." She was right. The devices blocked off all external stimuli and it was like being in your own private fantasy world. It was hard to imagine how the Celestians got anything done with these devices around. I blushed as I remembered the last fantasies I had of Brightman and Alexander raping me, before I spoke up to agree with them. "That's right. I'm sure we can respect each other's privacy and use these to pass the time." Alexander got up and put her arm around me. I tensed up as I felt her press against me, "That's right. You just got engaged before we left Earth, didn't you? I'm sure you have "needs"". She traced her finger down my chest, stopping at my crotch before giving me a playful punch on the shoulder and laughing. I relaxed as her arm left my shoulder and laughed awkwardly before lying to her, "Yeah, I spent a lot of time thinking about her with these on." I looked down at the glasses and smiled slyly as I thought about the things I did with Alexander. We looked at each other one last time before the three of us subconsciously agreed to stop talking and start enjoying ourselves with our VR glasses, quickly lying into our cots and placing the glasses over our eyes. That was over two weeks ago. Sure, we asked Morgan to give us a tour of the ship and she let us see some of the basics, but we quickly forgot about our mission to gather any kind of intelligence about the ship and spent most of our time in our room with our glasses. The rare times we did leave our quarters were simply to go to the cafeteria to eat, or to go to the gym to get some exercise. For some reason, we all felt it was important to get as much exercise as possible, and maintaining our fitness became a core of our identity. Most of the crew gave us a wide berth, perhaps because they didn't want to interact with us, or perhaps they just didn't want to get involved, but from time to time I could feel the men and women staring at us like hungry predators waiting for their prey. I wanted to bring this up with the others, but by the time we were able to talk privately in our quarters, all we wanted to do was get into our glasses again so this thought was quickly forgotten. That brings me up to date, with the dream that I just shared at the beginning of this log entry. I have to imagine that the glasses are doing something to me, making me desire things that I've never desired before, and keeping this log is the only way that I can maintain some focus and think about what is happening to me. Chapter 2: Svetlana Morgan Negotiating a peace with the Terrans almost made me want to resign my commission. But telling me to ferry the woman who killed so many of my fellow soldiers to Earth felt like the last straw - at least until Vick explained the plan to me on the landing bay that day. "Full Conversion". It was all he needed to say before I understood the true nature of the plan. My crew, who had similar reservations about this mission, were easy converts once they understood what we were meant to do. We would strike at the heart of the Terran menace without firing a single shot, and it would all begin by making Captain Liana Brightman my personal slut. After a couple of weeks however, I grew impatient. I paced around Ambassador Vick's room and said, "I understand that you want their induction to be perfect. But my understanding is that you've had them in process of induction for over 3 months now. That's more than enough time." Vick sat back in his chair and sipped from his glass of wine, "Patience Svetlana. We'll have our pets soon enough. But we have to be careful. We don't want to turn these three into chattel like the rest of the Terrans that we've "rescued" from free will and independence. They need to be recognizable as themselves so that they can pass in public - Brightman most importantly. As I understand it, the lab is fully operational and we can begin converting them tonight." He motioned for me to sit in front of him. I did and leaned forward to face him, "I'll admit, it's an ingenious plan. We make the Terran hero our slave and then use her to systemically dismantle the Terran military by converting key personnel into our slaves. With the Victory docked at Earth, it shouldn't be a problem to induct them at will." I flashed him a big grin, "My crew and I are ready to break her in... along with the rest of Terran Command." I leaned back on her chair, "But won't that male be a problem?" Vick took a big gulp of his wine this time and chortled. "What is convenient about the Terrans is how understanding and liberal minded they are. We'll make sure his fianc? accepts the new Taggart, by force if necessary. The rest of the people in his life will simply understand that he was always living a lie and that he is happy to be able to live freely." I replied wistfully, "I always switch back and forth between who I enjoy taking more. Breaking a Terran woman and making her serve me does have it's pleasures, but there's some that's just... thrilling about turning a Terran man into a simpering slave for cock." I reached down and rubbed myself under the skirt, reminiscing about the first Terran Captain that I had captured and converted for personal use. He clicked his teeth at her, "You really are hungry, aren't you?" I stopped playing with myself and smiled back wryly at him, "I haven't had a Terran slave in a while now, particularly after the defeat at Tau Ceti. I'm looking forward to taking out my frustration on Liana." Vick stood up and offered his hand to me, which I took happily. "Well, my dear, let's see if we can wet your appetite." He led me out of his room, and we walked toward the conversion lab in the bowels of the ship. Transferring the three Terrans to the lab was simple enough. They were always occupied with their induction glasses, but a little anesthetic gas in their room ensured that they would be asleep. I didn't really understand how the induction worked - the devices were first introduced to pacify the colonists of newly occupied Terran systems - but I understood that the devices allowed their controllers to reprogram and rewire a subject's brains with fantasies of their own choosing. A good controller knew that these fantasies had to have some basis in reality, and I knew that the very best were put in charge of the three guests that were being set up in the lab in front of her. I watched as each of them were strapped into the conversion chairs and smiled as I recalled some of the fantasies that had been implanted into each of them. Liana's fantasies began with her subservience during the negotiations. The council specifically made her feel less than she was by reducing her to a serving girl delivering messages between her betters, which made the fantasies that she had seem perfectly natural. The last one was of her crawling under negotiating table on Celestia, as she orally pleasured each of the negotiators that she had worked with. She took extra care with the President, knowing how lucky she was as a pathetic Terran serving girl to be able to touch such an important cock. Naomi's fantasies were hilarious to watch, considering she was a virgin with no sexual experience whatsoever. They tuned her fantasies so that she was attracted to Allen, so that she imagined herself losing her virginity to him. After she was used to sex in her mind, they made it so that she began fantasizing about other men and women in her life. She had a lesbian tryst with her roommate on her first posting, before offering herself to the Captain in hopes of earning a promotion. I knew that the crew had been drawing lots to see who would get to fuck Naomi's virgin cunt first, and that thought made me excited with anticipation. With Allen, the process was almost the same as it was with all the Terran men that they inducted. While some Celestian women wished that they could keep their male slaves intact, they understood that the risk of polluting the gene pool with Terran sperm was too great to indulge the need for penetration when playing with a slave. The neural stimulators in the strap-on dildos that the women used certainly provided enough pleasure, and of course if a Celestian woman really did want a cock, she could just ask any Celestian man. So, the end result for all Terran men was that they would become cock-addicted whores that want to become women so that they can have an extra hole to please real men. The process would be different depending on the man - those that were gay were the easiest to convert - but for Allen, it was making him fantasize about being raped by the women in his life. Having his fianc? take his anal virginity in his fantasies was easy, but she delighted at the fact that they had escalated with him being raped by Liana and Naomi. It was almost cute watching him interact with his two fellow Terrans, as he was always shy and docile in front of them. They switched to men this week, so that Allen began fantasizing about dressing up like a pretty girl and sucking cock. She didn't know why, but Vick in particular took a specific interest in him, and made sure that his cock was a prominent fixture of Allen's fantasies. The conversion was my favourite part though. Breaking their minds was amusing, but breaking their bodies, turning them into prisoners of their own biological functions? It was ingenious. I watched as the three Terrans were hooked up to an IV which directed a cocktail of powerful drugs into them. These drugs were a combination of psychotropics, aphrodisiacs and female hormones, making them compliant, horny, and feminine all of the time. In time, they would be implanted with self- replicating nanobots that would flood their system with these drugs on a constant basis and complete the conversion, but that typically happened at the end of conversion. They were strapped into dildo harnesses that filled their asses and cunts. For Allen, his harness had a cocksheath that housed his pathetic manhood instead. Of course, raping the women with dildos for hours was effective, but she enjoyed the deliberate nature of the torture that was designed for Terran men. The cocksheath had dozens of tiny needles that plunged into Allen's penis, so that when the dildo aroused him by plunging in and out of his ass, he would be in tremendous pain as his penis tried to get hard. They could have just removed his penis right from the start, but the scientists who developed the procedure found that making the men impotent was better because it allowed their victims to accept that their male bodies were failing them. For Celestian citizens who were fortunate enough to own Terran families, the one favourite ritual before the man is converted into a woman is to watch him struggle to futilely have sex with his wife with his flaccid penis. It broke men more than anything else they could come up with. Electrodes were attached to their nipples to stimulate them as they were being fucked. This was perfunctory for the women, but for Allen, it would make him associate his breasts with sex. Finally a large helmet was placed over their heads and electrodes inside the helmet attached themselves to their scalp. These helmets were industrial versions of the glasses that they were inducted with. If the glasses are a scalpel, then these helmets are a hammer, forcing mental changes onto their subjects in a blunt manner to match the extreme physical sensations that their bodies were subjected to. They would still need to tune these helmets down of course, because they didn't want mindless slaves. They needed obedient versions of their old personalities, who could still maintain their old lives but were controlled by their constant sexual urges. I smiled as I looked at the helmet settling on Liana's head. I asked for some special adjustments to be made to her, and I looked forward to seeing those modifications. Doctor Lansing looked at Vick and I and said, "They're ready for phase 1. We've never actually done this type of conversion before, because we've always just turned Terrans into docile slaves, so it will be a bit of a learning process." Vick nodded at him, "That's understood. We have to take it slow so that we don't break them." He turned to me and smiled, "Since you were so excited earlier, why don't you give the order?" I laughed in appreciation, "Thank you Ambassador." I turned to Lansing, "Begin." The Doctor nodded and pressed a button on the console, starting the conversion process. I could feel the wetness forming in my pussy as I watched their bodies writhe in pain and pleasure as the drugs entered their system and the dildos and electrodes manipulated their bodies. It was more than enough for me, as I turned to Vick and grabbed his hand, pulling him slowly toward me. ?I can?t wait anymore. I?m sure you must feel the same way.? He smiled at me, ?The slaves can wait. Doctor, I leave them in your care. Make sure to return them to their quarters before morning.? With that, I led him out of the lab and back to his quarters. Chapter 3: Liana Brightman For the past couple of weeks, my body always felt sore when I woke up, particularly my vagi... my cunt. I gingerly reached down with my fingers and touched myself, before wincing as I reached my fluffy lips. Something was wrong with my body, but I was too embarrassed to bring it up with the others. I think they also felt that something was going on as well, but our shared silence was an implicit agreement between us to keep our problems to ourselves. It didn?t help that my mind felt dull lately, like I was always in some kind of a fugue state. The only time I could clear my head was when I put on my glasses to live out one of my fantasies. I?d spend another day in bed, like the others, but I had a date today. Captain Morgan, who had been so hostile, had reached out to me again and left a message inviting me on a private tour of the ship. I was more than happy to give her a wide berth, because I?m sure I might feel a little hostility if the situations were reversed and I was asked to house a former enemy on my ship on a diplomatic mission. But since she was making an effort, I felt like I should probably do the same. I noticed that both Naomi and Allen were still asleep, and I was more than happy to leave them be. I didn?t have to disturb them to tell them that I wasn?t feeling well. I stood up and stripped off my nightgown, before grabbing a towel and heading into the shower. As the water poured over my body, I could feel a tingling sensation over my body. It was as if my skin was extremely sensitive to the touch and that each droplet of water that hit me was massaging me. Needless to say, it was the most erotic shower that I?ve ever had and I came at least one while trying to clean myself. As I dried myself and went to the closet, I hesitated as I picked up my uniform. Given how I felt down there, maybe trousers wouldn?t be the best idea. I grabbed one of Naomi?s uniforms and looked at it. I didn?t mind the skirt version of the uniform, and I can see why some women would choose to wear it. But I always felt a little silly in it, perhaps because I felt so exposed leaving my legs bare and allowing anyone to have a glimpse of my... my cunt. But today it just made sense to wear this version. I?m sure Naomi wouldn?t mind, and I could leave a request for the guards to replicate some extra ones for me later. I thought about wearing panties, but it felt extremely uncomfortable with them on. I decided that I probably shouldn?t wear a bra as well, since it would feel kind of strange, so I slipped on the uniform?s undershirt instead. I winced as the fabric chafed against my nipples. Something was wrong with my brea- my tits as well, it seems. I put on the uniform jacket and tried to button it up, but it was so uncomfortable having the shirt press against my nipples that I decided to leave the jacket undone. I could see two large points jutting out of my shirt, and as obscene as it looked, covering them up just seemed unbearable. Slipping on the skirt, on the other hand, felt completely natural. And I don?t remember when I did it, but I was happy that I shaved my legs because they looked great in this skirt. As I reached for my boots, I noticed a strange pair of shoes beside them. It was a pair of black open-toed platform heels. They weren?t comically high like I?ve seen on some of the pleasure planets that I visited in my misspent youth, but they still stood out as somewhat extreme compared to my low heeled boots that I usually wore. I don?t know if it was because I was wearing the skirt, but it just seemed natural to go with these shoes as well, so I put them felt a sense of elation as the heels pushed my ass out invitingly. I went to the vanity and put on some basic makeup, powdering my face and applying lipstick to my lips. It wasn?t a ritual I was really familiar with, since as a line officer I didn?t really have the need to ?look pretty?, but I thought I should try to make myself look nice if I?m to meet the Captain. I still put my hair up in a bun though, because I wanted to at least try to maintain some measure of professionalism. I left the quarters and nodded to one of the guards stationed outside, ?I believe Captain Morgan is expecting me.? I could see him scanning me with his eyes, looking at every inch of my body, before he replied with an almost sarcastic tone, ?I?m sure she is. Follow me. Nice shoes by the way.? I blushed at the complement and followed behind the guard as he led me to the lift. Moments later, we arrived at the bridge, at which point the guard stood at attention and offered a salute to the Captain. She waved the guard off and walked over to me as I gingerly stepped onto the bridge. I tried to take in as much as I could, but my eyes kept turning my attention to the Captain. She smiled at me and said, ?I?m glad you took me up on my offer.? I smiled meekly at her and looked down at her boots. I immediately recognized that this was straight out of one of the fantasies that I had been having lately. My ship is destroyed, and as a spoil of war I am brought to the Captain on the bridge where she makes me kneel down and worship her shoes in front of her bridge crew. I forced my eyes back up to meet her gaze. It was just a fantasy! I need to see if I can learn anything about their bridge operations! She continued as I was lost in my reverie, ?Did you have a rough night? You seem out of sorts.? She started to reach out to me to place a hand on my shoulder but I instinctively jumped back. Not being used to the platform heels, I stumbled and began to fall backwards. I closed my eyes and waited to hit the ground, but I could feel the strength of am arm break my fall. When I slowly opened my eyes, I could see Captain Morgan looking back at me with a concerned look on her face. ?Maybe we should see the doctor before we start the tour,? she offered. I could feel my heart thumping in my chest as my mind finally processed the situation that I found myself in. I glanced around at the bridge officers who were hiding smirks as they continued their duties before looking back at the Captain. I just wanted to get out of here for the moment, so I nodded and quietly agreed. She turned her head back to one of the officers, ?You have the bridge.? She then offered her arm to me, which I took willingly, and let her lead me back into the lift. I?m sure my mother would be horrified if she knew this, but there was a small part of me that had always wanted to play the part of the damsel in distress. In my most recent VR fantasies, the Captain had become the Darcy to my Elizabeth, and I could recall the many ways that she swept me off her feet as I vowed to serve her as a dutiful wife. I hadn?t thought about Jane Austen since I was a little girl, before I decided to dedicate my life to military service, but for some reason it began to take over my mind. She pulled me closer to her and instinctively I leaned my head against her shoulder. She pointed at my shoes, ?Are those standard issue on Earth?? I scrunched my face as I tried to answer her. They weren?t... were they? Why else would they be in her closet? Seeing the confusion on my face, she reached up and gently patted my head, as if calming a docile child, ?They look cute on you anyway.? I tried to hold in my happiness, but I still let out a giggle as I felt a wave of joy wash over me. The lift stopped and she gallantly led me to the medical bay. There was a small part of me that wanted to trip again so that she would carry me in her arms. Doctor Lansing greeted us as we entered and motioned for me to sit on the one of the examination beds. ?Liana here seems to be under the weather today.? The way the Captain casually used my first name made me shiver in delight, which only confused the Doctor as she asked me if I was feeling cold or feverish. I wanted to tell her that I felt horny, but I just shook my head and let her examine me with her tool. Little did I know that the examination was a farce, and that the Captain and the Doctor wanted to test my limits. The Doctor motioned for me to take off my skirt, and I hesitated as I looked at the Captain staring at me. The Doctor reassured me that it was normal for her to observe all medical procedures on the ship, ?The Captain is responsible for the wellbeing of everyone on her ship.? I know that I cared for my own crew, but I never imagined invading their privacy like this... maybe that?s one of the reasons why Morgan is a better commander than me. I shyly pulled down the zipper of the skirt and slipped it off. The Doctor hit a panel by the bed and I could see a couple of stirrups extend. I took that as my queue to lie down and spread my legs open by securing them into the stirrups. The Doctor put on a glove and without any hesitation shoved her hand into my cunt. I let out a small gasp as I felt the sharp pain of the hand invading me, but moments later I felt a wave of comfort as I realized how natural it was to have something fill me. That?s what cunts are for, after all. Lansing shook her head mockingly as she turned to face the Captain. ?It looks like she?s a horny bitch.? I should have felt shame at those words, but instead it just made me hornier, causing me to try to grind my cunt against the digits inside me. The Captain sarcastically asked the Doctor with mock concern as she held my shoulders down to make sure I didn?t fall out of the stirrups in my desperate attempts to fuck the Doctor?s hand, ?Oh my! Is she going to be okay?? I let out a sigh of disappointment as she pulled out her hand. She wiped the gloved hand on my face, smearing my juices against my cheeks, before she ripped them off and threw them in the trash. She then went over to a draw and pulled out a scary looking mechanical dildo. ?She?ll be fine, but she should keep this inside her and use it to keep her needy cunt satiated.? She slipped the dildo inside me and then pressed a few buttons. I could feel it extend inside me to reach deep inside my innards, before little latches extended to secure the dildo in place. I looked down and watched as the base of the dildo also extended itself, curving so that it disappeared under my ass. I didn?t need a medical license to know what was going to happen as the other end of the dildo penetrated my ass and similarly hooked itself securely inside me. Both ends of the dildo began to slowly vibrate, and I could feel a sense of comfort as my needy cunt was being pleasured. ?Horny bitches also need some special medication.? I was expecting a pill or maybe a needle, but instead she motioned for the Captain to step forward. I watched in horror as she dropped her black trousers and mounted the table, placing her sopping, juicy vagina right in front of my face. I wanted to avert my eyes, but all I could see was the inviting folds of her pussy and the glistening nectar that awaited me. The Captain gently lowered her pussy into my face and I desperately licked her, sucking her juices as quickly as I could. The fact that I was able to fulfill one of the fantasies that consumed me, being Captain Morgan?s cunt-muncher, was beside the point. I?m not doing anything wrong or compromising myself in anyway. I?m only following the doctor?s orders. As I continued to lap up the Captain?s juices, I could hear them have a conversation about me. Morgan pressed her thighs together to clamp down on my head, and I heard her say something about Phase 1 being a complete success. The doctor agreed and mentioned that they would start Phase 2 tonight, and for whatever reason that just made the Captain even wetter. I didn?t complain ? it just meant more medicine for me, and I lost myself in the first of many treatments. Chapter 4: Naomi Alexander I awoke to the familiar hum of the dildo inside of me. About three weeks ago, Captain Morgan carried Liana back to our quarters and told us that we had a Terran specific disease called Horny Bitch Syndrome. The dildos would keep our symptoms at bay, and I had to admit that I?ve felt much better these past few weeks with the dildo inside my cunt and ass, but I still felt awkward asking random crew members for my medicine. I tried to talk to Liana about our medication, but she explained to me that Celestian pussy juice or spunk was the only cure for HBS and that was enough to put my mind at ease. I felt bad for Allen, or Ally as he preferred being called now. He suffered from HBS as much as I did, but the crew never wanted to feed him his medicine. He tried asking the female crew members, most of whom only laughed him off. He told me that one woman pretended to offer him her juices, only to piss into his mouth. He drank her piss, of course, but it did nothing to treat his HBS. Out of options, he had to beg the men on the ship for their cum, and the men certainly made him work for it. He told me that Ambassador Vick has fed him a lot of his cum, and I wonder if he was just being diplomatic to make sure that our mission didn?t fall apart. It wouldn?t be much of a homecoming if one of our members died on the way home. For my part, I didn?t have trouble getting my treatments. Unlike other types of medication, there were no dosage issues. In fact, the doctor said that the more cum I ingested, the better I would feel. Since Captain Morgan kept Liana well supplied, the rest of the crew was more than happy to meet my needs. I would start at the bridge and work my way down the decks of the ship. Many times the crew would be too busy with their actual duties, but more often than not they would be more than happy to oblige me. After a week of this, Captain Morgan seemed to have had enough of me being a disruption to the crew and summoned the three of us to her quarters in order to lecture us. We stood at attention in front of her desk, and she began to tell us her concerns. ?Listen, I appreciate that you three have a condition, but I can?t keep having you disrupt ship operations asking for medication.? Liana shot me a dirty look, since she knew that I was the only one that the Captain was talking about. All I could do was smile sheepishly at her and shrug my shoulders. The crew called me insatiable, but I didn?t have a personal supply like her or Ally, so I had to go around asking for my doses! A cough from the Captain caught our attention and we returned to staring at her, dejectedly. ?Now, I have a solution for the three of you.? The Captain reached in her desk and pulled out three tablets, one for each of us. I tried to read mine, but the words began to swim in front of me and I got a headache. It went away the moment I stopped concentrating on the reading and returned my attention back to the Captain. ?Formerly on long voyages like this one, ships would have official Comfort Officers whose jobs were to satisfy the crew?s sexual needs in order to maintain peak operating efficiency.? That made sense to me. We didn?t have that in the Terran fleet, and maybe many of the losses we suffered were due to officers with untreated HBS. She pointed to the dildos that were throbbing inside us under our uniforms, ?As comfort officers, the crew would have access to all of your holes, but the doctor assures me that you can take your medication from any of your orifices.? She continued, ?You?d have to be commissioned as Celestian officers of course, and at least for the team being, you?d need to renounce your old Terran affiliations. When we reach Earth, you can have your old ranks and uniforms back.? Liana didn?t even have to consider the offer and pressed her thumb to the bottom of the tablet to give her consent. She reached under her skirt and ripped the dildo out of her and jumped on Captain Morgan?s desk. ?I?m prepared to serve your needs, ma?am.? There was something that bothered me about watching my Captain, the hero of Tau Ceti, turning her back on her Terran uniform and begging a Celestian to be her personal comfort officer, but as I imagined all the cocks and pussies that I would have access to, I understood why she would agree so easily. As Ally and I considered our options, we watched in fascination as Captain Morgan took up her pants and put on a strap-on dildo harness that attached herself to her moist pussy. She looked at us and explained, ?This allows women to experience and give pleasure like a man. It even converts female ejaculate into sperm so that you can still get your doses from the female crew members.? Ally quickly registered his desire to become a comfort officer as well. Maybe he thought that the women might use him if he offered the women the chance to fuck him with these special strap-ons. If nothing else, the men might pay attention to him and offer him a modicum of respect and sperm if he was an official member of the crew. I watched as my former Captain lost herself in the pleasure of Morgan?s artificial cock, bucking her hips against Morgan?s thighs in order to rock the cock inside her and thought about what would happen to me. I thought about having sex, for a long time now, but I always thought I would save myself for someone I would marry. Yes, I must have drunk gallons of cum and pussy juice by now, but that didn?t really have anything to do with sex. But if the only way I could continue to get access to the crew was to become a comfort officer, did I really have a choice? I guess I couldn?t expect to keep receiving my medicine without giving something back to the crew in the form of my pussy and ass. As Liana screamed in ecstasy at the first of probably many orgasms she would receive from Captain Morgan, I moved my thumb and confirmed my acceptance of the offer. Morgan pulled herself out of Liana?s cunt and told her to bend over and spread her ass cheeks. I winced as she violently jammed her robotic cock deep into Liana?s ass, but the look on Liana?s face told me that she felt anything but pain. In between thrusts, Captain Morgan panted out, ?I?m happy you all decided to join the Celestian Forces. As newly commissioned officers, you?ll have to look the part.? She pointed behind us, and I saw some uniforms that she had left out for us. I saw one with my name on it and picked it up. If nothing else, Celestian uniforms were regal and couture; you could admire them as fashion, even if you reviled what the uniforms stood for. What I held in front of me was anything about regal. The skirt was obscenely short and would barely cover my cunt. The fishnet shirt left nothing to the imagination, and I wondered why I would even need it until I noticed the nametag sewn into the chest that read ?Naomi Cocksmith?. I guess part of my agreement was that my name would be changed as well. The jacket was comically small, and did nothing to cover up the shirt. I turned it around and saw that the rank epaulettes on each shoulder read CUNT. I wanted to feel angry about what I was expected to wear, but something in my mind pushed that feeling away and suddenly all I could feel was gratitude at the generousity of the Celestian military. I quickly stripped off my bulky Terran uniform and immediately felt at home in my new uniform. By the time I finished and turned back to face the Captain again, I could see that Liana was down on her knees sucking the various fluids from the Captain?s strap-on. I clicked my platform heels together and saluted my new Captain, ?Cunt Naomi Cocksmith, reporting for duty ma?am!? Captain Morgan grabbed Liana?s head and shoved her cock deep into her throat. She let out of satisfied sigh before she returned my salute. ?Welcome aboard, Cunt. You are to report to the mess hall and find Private Jackson. It seems that he was the one who won the virgin cunt lottery.? I nodded crisply at her to acknowledge my new orders and turned to leave. I caught a glimpse of Ally in his new uniform, which was similar to mine except his rank was FAG. Somehow I knew that a Fag was lower in rank that Cunt, which made sense since I had an extra hole with which to perform my comfort duties. When I reached the mess hall, I could see that a small crowd had gathered. They were all standing around Jackson, who I could see had a big grin on his face. I saluted him and sharply said, ?Cunt Cocksmith ready to fuck!? This only made the crew laugh, but I didn?t really understand the joke. It wasn?t really my place to understand, however. As long as I was keeping the morale of the crew up, I was perfectly happy because I knew I was successfully performing my duties. Jackson walked over to me and grabbed my chin, pulling me close to him so that he could whisper in my ear. ?Remember what you said when you first boarded the ship? That you would never let a toad like me near you?? He violently turned me around and shoved me down to the floor. Without any hesitation, I could feel him climb on top of me and felt his cock enter me. With nearly a month of a constantly carrying dildo inside me, I expected my cunt to be prepared for a real cock. But the sensation of Jackson?s cock as it penetrated me was something that I just didn?t expect. I could feel the walls of my cunt close in and envelope his cock in order to create a tight fit. It was painful for me, but I have no doubt that it was going to be pleasurable for him. Tears of pain and joy streamed down my face as I felt Jackson violently thrust into me while he pulled my head back by my short hair and called me a his bitch. It hurt so much, but it also felt so good. Moments later, when I could feel his cum flood inside me, I had my own orgasm as my body accepted a dose of ?medicine?. He whispered in my ear, ?I?m not done yet,? as he pulled out of my cunt and entered my ass. He motioned for a couple of people from the crowd to come join him in fucking me, and I watched as a woman pulled off her pants to reveal her gigantic strap-on. She lay down on the floor and Jackson pushed me toward her so that I could climb onto her cock. After I impaled myself, my open mouth was quick filled with another cock and the three people began to fuck me simultaneously. Through my peripheral vision, I could see the rest of the crew members begin to strip as they lined up to take their turn fucking me. Becoming a comfort officer was the best career decision I ever made! Chapter 5: Nathaniel Vick Svetlana now had her pet, and the crew had their whore. Everything was going according to schedule, and soon we would be able to proceed to Phase 3 of the conditioning. I didn?t feel the need to join the revelry ? I had plenty of Terran whores back on Celestia, and while I appreciated the symbolic nature of defiling the most famous Terran officer, I was more than happy to leave that to Svetlana. I thought about the conversion technology and how far it had come. When our forces had liberated Vega Prime nearly four decades ago, our scientists immediately began running experiments on the local population. We had enough foresight to recognize that creating any kind of biological or chemical weapon would be foolhardy, since it would only encourage the Terrans to respond in kind. But a psychological weapon? It was simply ingenious. That?s not to say that there weren?t some sacrifices. Most of the early reports on the conversion process were classified, but I can only imagine that thousands of Terrans had become brain dead before the scientist were able to perfect the process and create perfect slaves. At that point, they had used the conversion process on the puppet government of Vega Prime, who in turn ordered the population to re-education camps where they would be converted en masse. As principled as the Terrans believed themselves to be, we had found enough collaborators who offered to find any holdouts and so-called resistance fighters in exchange for their own freedom or slaves of their own, and the planet was eventually pacified. This created a problem for the Celestian government though, as more and more citizens demanded slaves of their own. The Terrans believed that we fought the war for resources to supply our war machine, when the truth was that we needed more slaves for our people. Liana Brightman?s courageous victory at Tau Ceti, where she held off a Celestian invasion fleet with a handful of ships, many of which were manned by ill-trained colonists, was enough to shake up the government?s complacent attitude. After decades of systematically conquering systems and converting millions of slaves, we just assumed that the Terrans would naturally become our chattel. There were some debates about what we should do ? the victory would embolden the Terran military, and it also shook confidence in our own forces. We were also able to keep the conversion process contained so that they had no idea what was happening to their people. If the Terrans decided to finally mount a counter- offensive and take back one of their planets, I could only imagine how they would react to seeing sons and daughters of Earth turned into whores and menial labourers. The son of the current Prime Minister of Earth was captured and turned into a slut for our own President, and I?m sure that he would redouble Earth?s military efforts if he could see what has son had become. That?s when I came up with my plan. We knew exactly how to pacify Terran colonies, and there was no reason why we simply couldn?t expand the process to take over the trillions of Terrans that lived on the core worlds. It would be a slow process, one that might take a century, but victory would be assured and we could do it under the guise of peace. We would simply need to capture a key official and then use that official to begin to convert other key members of the Terran leadership. We would then create functional slaves across the entire Terran space, and slowly but surely turn every Terran sector over to our own people. In the meantime, I convinced the Celestian government that breeding Terran slave stock would be in our best interests. It was an idea that would have gotten me branded as a heretic or traitor a year ago, but it is now the only viable option to our supply problem. The peace treaty would be the perfect cover. We conceded to many of their demands, but insisted on keeping our borders secure. No Terran ships or messages would reach any of their former colonies, and process of conversion would remain secret for the time being. We would establish a foothold on Earth through an embassy, and with the VR glasses that were successfully tested on our three unwitting guests, we had a technology that we could spread across Terran space to control them en masse. In time, most of the population would be too far-gone to notice anything amiss with their government and military institutions, and then mass conversion can begin. I was happy to walk away once the plan was approved and go back to my quiet work at Central Intelligence, but when I found out that a certain junior officer would be assigned to Brightman?s retinue for her diplomatic mission, I knew I had to be personally involved. Taggart is a means to an end. In any other situation, he might have been simply taken and disappeared into the vast Celestian slave industrial complex. But his relationship to Sarah Yang proved to be too much to give up. Yes, she was a member of the Terran parliament, but as a backbencher, she would be rather inconsequential. No, it was Sarah?s father, Michael, who he truly wanted to target. On the surface, she was the Secretary of Defense for the Terran government. But I knew better. If Svetlana?s relationship with Liana could be described as a grudge, then my relationship with Michael Yang was a lifelong vendetta. At one point she headed Terran Intelligence, and she constantly tried to infiltrate Celestian space with Terran agents. One harrowing episode involved a Terran agent that discovered and recorded the entire conversion process. He was only moments away from reporting back to Earth by I found and eliminated him. Although my mission was a success, the fact that I had let one of their agents get so close was enough for my superiors to lose faith in me. My career was left to languish for decades, and my wife left me because her family wouldn?t permit her to live with a failure. Perhaps it?s petty, but being able to get to Yang would make up for all the time that I lost. Not only would I have a wife, but a harem... and Yang would be at the center of it. All of this hinged on Taggart. Converting him was easy. But I needed to find a way to use him in order to get to Yang. The chime on my door rang, interrupting my reminiscences. ?Speak of the devil,? I muttered to myself, before I yelled ?Enter!? The door opened and ?Ally? Taggart gingerly walked into my room. I could see that he was wearing the ludicrous uniform that Svetlana had come up with after she created the fictitious ?comfort officer? position. In her mind, she had designed Phase 2 to specifically torture Liana, and it pleased her to no end to watch her formal rival plead to renounce her old life in order to serve as her personal whore. How it affected Naomi and Ally was almost incidental. It worked out of course, Naomi was essentially converted into a cum dump for the entire crew, and the nanomachines would keep her ass and cunt tight so that she would always experience the feeling of losing her virginity. The plan was always to turn Ally into a whore as well, but I realized that I would need to take a more proactive approach to his conversion. First and foremost, I ordered all the women to ignore him entirely. Svetlana was disappointed that she wouldn?t get to toy with him, but I needed him to lose all hope of his masculinity and heterosexuality. This meant that he would need to ask men to feed him his ?medicine? ? I would have to remember to write the doctor a commendation for coming up with that idea ? but I asked them to only use him as a last resort, and to constantly remind him that he was always the second choice behind Naomi. The men didn?t care of course, because most of them have been taught that a whore is a whore is a whore, regardless of what sex the whore might have been before conversion. All of their behavior was meant to control to him and make him more pliable. Over the past two months, I could see this treatment visibly affect Ally as he tried his best to appear more and more feminine in order to compete with Naomi. He grew out his hair, and even begged the doctor to give him breast implants and to operate on his feet so that he could comfortable in the platform heels that he now lived in. While this all helped, the fact that his tiny and now completely useless caged penis was always visible under his short skirt was enough to remind men that he was, and always would be, inferior to a woman. If I was just interested in another slave, I could have converted him right then and there. But I need him to break entirely, so that I can build him up to complete my mission. I need someone who can think autonomously, who is loyal to me but can operate on his own when I can?t control him. Changing a loyal Terran into a Celestian Operator was proving to be a challenge, and it was one that I enjoyed. When Ally found his way to my quarters, I knew that he had exhausted the entire crew manifest and couldn?t find anyone to fulfill his needs. I made it so that I was always his last choice, so that he came to see me as his savior and his only friend. I waved him over and motioned for him to sit on my lap, which he did very willingly. He nuzzled against me and kissed my cheek, ?Ambassador Vick... I need you.? I gently returned his kiss, on his lips because I knew that would have the most effect, and said, ?I know. And I?d love to help you, but I have a bit of a problem and I?m too busy right now.? He frowned and looked at me pleadingly. Internally, I laughed at his attempts to try to woo me with his attempts at being girlish. I let out a theatrical sigh and said, ?Okay, okay. How about this? If you can help me, I?ll give you what you want. I?ll even do it in your ass- pussy. How does that sound?? He beamed at me and vigorously nodded his head, ?Yes of course, anything!? I motioned at him to face forward and he noticed the small camera on my desk. ?You see, your wife-to-be has been sending constant messages to us hoping to get in touch with you. We?ve returned them with a message stating that we cannot deliver personal messages, but her most recent one was about how she was beginning to have doubts about your future together.? I handed him some makeup remover and a towel and continued, ?Now, I can?t have that. I need you to convince her that you love her and that the first thing you want to do when you get home is marry her.? I knew that his fianc? was the last thing on his mind at this point and that he hadn?t thought of her in weeks. In fact, he probably didn?t even remember that he was engaged until I just reminded him. But the prospect of a good ass fucking was enough motivation to encourage him to act. As he scrubbed the last of the makeup from his face and tied his hair back into a ponytail, I began to set up the camera so that all Sarah would see was Ally?s face. When we were ready, I lifted him up and dropped him onto my cock. He turned back to me in surprise, not expecting to have to make the call while I fucked him, but I simply turned his face back toward the camera as the call was finally connected. Moments later, a concerned Sarah appeared on the screen and exclaimed happily, ?Allen! I can?t believe it?s you! I hadn?t heard from you in months... I didn?t expect a live call, but I?m so happy to see you.? In the camera view, I could see Ally smile back at Sarah, perhaps trying to muster any kind of genuine emotion that he felt for her. ?I?m so sorry... the ship is under a constant communications lockdown, so I didn?t even know that you sent me messages until the Ambassador told me. I snuck into his room and I?m using his quantum communicator.? I thrust my cock into his ass as a reward for coming up with a plausible story. Ally suppressed a groan as he continued, ?I?m happy to, ugh, see you too Sarah. I, ugghhh, miss you so much.? Sarah gave him a concerned look, ?What?s wrong?? Ally grimaced as my thrusting slowly increased. I knew that this was risky, but I needed to test him to make sure that he is ready to pull off the mission that I have planned for him. He replied, ?I?m fine. The ambassador has his communicator locked up, so I?m using it in an awkward position.? I reached across his waist with my hands, my right hand pinched his right nipple while my left hand squeezed on the cock cage that housed his now tiny dick. The conversion process may have left him mostly impotent, but it was still an erogenous zone for him and I knew that it sent him waves of pleasure whenever anyone played with his penis. I watched as he bit his lip in order to suppress any more unexpected exclamations. After a brief pause, he continued before Sarah could question his explanation, ?Sarah, I don?t have a lot of time. I just want you to know that I?ve been thinking of you this entire time and that I can?t wait to be with you. I think we should get married the moment the Victory docks at Earth... what do you think?? Tears formed in Sarah?s eyes as she nodded quickly in affirmation, ?Oh honey! Yes, of course!? I began to pump my cock into his ass in a fast pace, while stroking his penis. On the camera view, I could see that his head was shaking. As I wondered if he would be able to recover, I could see that he was crying, ?I?m so ecstatic that you feel the same way. I?m sorry, I think I?m shaking the camera because I can?t contain myself.? Sarah let out a big laugh and started comically shaking her camera, ?Me too!? As she giggled at her attempt to bond with Ally, I came inside his ass-pussy and I could feel his penis pathetically squirt its semen into my hand. He smiled into the camera with a glow that could only come from being fucked, but in her mind he was simply smiling dumbly in happiness at their promise. Ally quickly snapped back to reality and lead in to face the camera, ?Listen Sarah, I think the Ambassador is coming? ? the little vixen almost made me laugh with his double entendre ? ?so I have to go. I?ll see you in a month. I love you.? He blew her an air kiss, which she dutifully returned before she replied, ?I?ll see you then. I love you.? With that, I killed the connection and gave him a slap on his ass. He giggled and turned his head back to face me, ?Did I do a good job.? I brought my hand up to his face and watched him as he licked up the mess that caged cock left in my hand, ?Yes Ally, you did perfectly.? I kissed his cheek and continued, ?We?re going to have to train hard for the next month, but if you do well, I?ll fuck you every day. How does that sound?? With a serious look on his face, he stared into my eyes and said, ?I love you.? I knew that he meant it. My plan wasn?t going to fail now. Chapter 6: Allen Taggart So, Nathaniel... I mean, Ambassador Vick found out that I was keeping personal logs about all the changes that were happening to me. He said it was fascinating that I was still somehow cognizant of everything that was going on and that he couldn?t think of another case of a subject?s old personality, however diminished, surviving conversion. I?m special! He thought it would be an interesting experiment for me to continue to write my logs, but this time only on his secure personal terminal that was not networked to any other devices. It?s better to be safe than sorry, as he told me. I re-read some of my past entries before Ambassador Vick told move them to his secure terminal, and the concern I expressed in the logs is amusing in hindsight. I recalled feeling strange that we would so readily agree to be comfort officers during the final half of our voyage home, and watching Cunt Liana prostrate herself in front of Captain Morgan and beg for her forgiveness on the bridge was something somehow troublesome to me. But seeing her so happily lapping the Captain?s boots clean or serving as the Captain?s footrest seemed to put my mind at ease. If Liana readily served her new superior officer without hesitation, then who was I to question her? Another entry expressed my concern over Cunt Naomi?s constant use by the rest of the crew. I noticed that she essentially never slept, as there would always be someone who was using her in some way. I seemed to remember her being a strangely na?ve and innocent woman; playful,