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"Look," Nerie said, pointing to it. "It's just a bump. Why worry?"

Salazar examined the spot on his arm. It wasn't a bump, not really. It was a patch of skin discolored orange and strangely smooth and hairless. It could be a scar -a strange one, but not one out of place on a spacer - but Salazar had no scars. He was proud to never have broken a bone in his body, and never had his skin marred. He knew he wasn't perfect, of course, but his skin, his appearance, was a point of pride for the human. To have that patch of orange upon his arm without explanation bothered him to no end. He wasn't quite sure how to explain it to his current synthetic companion, whose appearance was very much constant, lest she choose to change.

"Why worry?" Salazar said with a derisive snort. "Why worry? What if it's...I mean, what if it's one of those alien STDs?"

"Alien?" Nerie's eye rolled exaggeratedly on her visor. "Listen, Sal, you're as alien to us as we are to you."

"You know what I meant," Salazar huffed and pulled his arm away, though his eyes remained fixated on the spot.

"Ok, fine." Nerie said, leaning on the counter. Her antennae like horns twitched inquisitively while a sly smile came over her reptilian snout. "Let's say you got a little bump because of an 'alien.' Which one is it?"

"What do you mean which one is it? I-"

"Have deviant tastes," Nerie said, her smile deepening. "At least among your kind. And it's not like this is the first time you've spent most of your time cavorting while on shore leave. What species was it this time? List them off and I can search my database."

"Alright, alright. You got me. Maybe...maybe it was that busty bunny who claimed to be a goddess?"

"Don't they all?"

"The, uh, other synth?"

"Other synth?"

"Look she had big...well, you know what...and handles too! I couldn't just..." Salazar shook his head. "Nevermind."

"Hasn't been any report of synth STDs since the Server Spire Outbreak." Nerie smiled. "Trust me, I should know."

"Alright then...um, there was that worm."

"Worm? I didn't know you liked bugs!"

"She wasn't a bug! Bug usually have great abdomens. Sometimes even two." Salazar raised up a hand. "Look, she was short and stacked-"

"A shortstack, in other words?"

"Sure, and cute and a little bit ditzy. You know, willing to go along with whatever. Suggestible, even. I had to explain a few things to her, but those tits, man! She didn't even want money, can you believe that?"

Nerie gave him that look again.

"Anyways, I always wondered what-"

"Wondered...?"

"You know, how it'd feel to get a blowjob from a worm? I mean, they have those teeth and..."

"No," Nerie said, the female synth leaning back and giving Salazar a look. "I don't know."

"Yeah, yeah," Salazar huffed. "Well...imagine a worm, give it bones, a humanoid shape, and then make it sexy and - let me tell you - she was hot. Smooth, bluish skin except a little rough where it mattered, a nice height - you know, shorter than me - but she was wide if you know what I mean, and I think you know what I mean." Salazar winked. "And stacked too! Big ol' titties and nice nipples to play with. Hmm, the teeth were a little freaky, but I got over that quick, since they actually made her sort of cute. Sexist worm I've ever seen, you getting what I'm saying?"

Nerie continued to stare at Salazar. The human sighed.

"Look - why am I telling you all of this again? Aren't you supposed to be helping me?"

"I am," the synth replied. "None of those species you mentioned - as long as I got the worm one right - have any flags on file. I mean, unless you're leaving any out?"

Salazar shook his head.

"So why worry?" Nerie grabbed Salazar's arm and held it up to her visor so she could better see the spot. "It's just a spot. Haven't you had one of those before? A little bump? You probably just got bit by a bedbug. Maybe even in here." She stared at Salazar pointedly. "I mean, when was the last time you washed your sheets?"

"I...fine." Salazar tugged his arm away and folded his arms across his chest. "Maybe I do need to clean my bedding."

"Sounds like a good idea to me." Nerie stood up straight. "And if you're really worried, why not do a little more cleaning up besides? We're still on shore leave for another week or so, depending when the captain finds something for us. You could do with a rest." She gestured to the bags under Salazar's eyes. "You've been out too late for too long. There were more than three ladies these past few nights,weren't there?"

"Well yeah," Salazar said. "But look, I already told you more than I should and-"

"Ugh, you are insufferable, Sal," Nerie groaned, putting a hand on her visor. "If you really want help, you gotta give all the info, yeah? And if you want to just complain, then just complain and don't pretend you want my advice. But if you want to add exotic xenos to your bang list, I don't care."

She turned her back and started to go, tail swaying dismissively.

"Wait, Nerie!"

Nerie turned and faced Salazar, hands on her hips. Salazar looked over her feminine frame and smiled.

"Maybe I can add you to the list?"

Nerie sighed and rolled her eyes.

"Maybe after you've washed your sheets," she said and Salazar shivered. She hadn't said it like a command, but it sure sounded like one in his head. "And no bragging to Jimsy about it this time either!"

"Why not?" Salazar complained. "He's the ship's cat, he doesn't even know what I mean!"

"Others do when you say it so loud!" Nerie said, giving him the middle finger before sauntering off, hips and tail swaying.

Salazar watched the synth leave, his attention focused on her perfectly crafted round rump before he remembered the spot on his arm. He glanced down at it and frowned. What could he do about it? He considered leaving the ship and seeing a doc, but even the autodocs at this port had depressingly long lines. Like any other station they stopped in, this one was overcrowded. A mix of those passing through, those who eked out an existence upon its artificial surface, and those who were caught between both. That meant there was always a great selection of exotic xenos as Nerie had said, but also just too many people to begin with. He shivered at the thought of daring the crowds again. Maybe that's how he had gotten the spot in the first place, a brush with someone else similarly diseased.

He frowned and left the common area, going in the opposite direction of the synth. The human stood glumly in front of his door and then shrugged and swiped his card. The door rushed open and he stepped into his living quarters. It was better, he supposed, to follow Nerie's advice. If the spot got worse, he could always head out and if not, well, he really did need the rest. He had left out his latest exotic xeno encounter, one that had involved a paired set of supposed medical androids who had proven more than capable of curing a day's lack of carnal pleasure due to their hands on experience and a few things they injected him with.

Falling onto his bed with a sigh, he cursed himself for not having asked them about the spot. Even if the two fembots had apparently more experience with sexual satisfaction than medical matters, maybe they might have been able to tell him something, anything. But...

"Why worry," he grumbled to himself as he reached for his tablet. Helaid back in his bed and pulled up something to read, Erotic Exotic Xeno Quarterly. A gentleman's magazine curated by humans, of course, or so the inside cover claimed. He idly scrolled through its pages, ogling the great multitude of alien ladies that awaited him. That was a hot husky, though wasn't it cheating using something so terrestrial, even if she did have a great rack and was from the Sirius Star Cluster? Ooh, a slick skinned shark gal, and one without hair and ears. She seemed to be missing her swimsuit too, not that he minded. And what was this? A draconic lady, thick and well built, with a portion of her scales that glowed an orange not unlike the stretch on his arm.

"Wha-?"

The tablet fell from his hands as he sat up and looked at his affected arm. The patch of orange had spread, engulfing much of his forearm, leaving it just as smooth and hairless. He gaped and then blinked several times, but the orange smoothness still remained. He shook his head and then caught sight of something a little more disturbing. There was another patch of orange on his other arm, and it was bigger than the original had started as. He raised his arms and looked from one to another.

"Why worry?" he grumbled. "Why worry, huh?"

He got out of bed and scratched one hand across his more affected arm. It had started to itch, and when he glanced down he saw that not only was there a bit more orange, but that there were patches of darker orange near his wrist. His breath caught in his throat and he almost reached for his communicator right there and then to give Nerie a call, but then he remembered what she had said. He looked to his bed.

"Wash your sheets," he said. He glanced from his arms to his messy bed. Yes...that was the problem. No doubt his messy sheets were the cause of this...this change. He had obviously brought something back one night after an encounter with an erotic exotic xeno (or several), and now a good wash should deal with it. But...

Salazar paused. Was it a good wash of his sheets, or a good wash of himself? Maybe he just needed a good shower, some hot water to wake up, to ease the tingling in his arms. Maybe he was imagining the spreading softer, smoother skin...

He looked down at his arms and saw that they were oranger than before, and nearly identical in coloration and a little thinner too, the skin smooth and hairless. Worse, the spread had reached his hands and his palms were beginning to take on a very light green tinge. His fingers ached too.He balled both hands into fists as he tried to make sense of things.

No, he wasn't imagining this. This...this infection was spreading and he needed to wash his sheets. No! Wash his body. Cleanse the change with heated water and soothing shampoo. Yes, that sounded nice. Sensual, even...

He uncurled his fingers and let them stretch out, ignorant of how he had four when there was five before. He still had his thumbs, of course, but his fingers were a bit different now - harder, darker, and thickening slightly by the moment as they took on a glossy, burnt orange coloration. They looked more like claws now, but he didn't pay them any mind as he headed towards his bathroom with a clear purpose in mind.

This purpose became only more pertinent when his arms and shoulders ached, muscles tense and tight. He shivered, wanting only to release that tension, for hot water to unknot those spots of attention just as it washed the alien orange away. He smiled at this thought, only to frown as he grabbed the knob to his bathroom. The grip of his hand felt strange around the knob, but he didn't really want to look down. He needed to focus, to get to the shower. Hot water and a proper cleansing would leave him how he needed to be.

Without another moment of hesitation, he turned the knob, his claws clacking against it even as he quickly threw the door open. He quickly stepped in and closed it behind him, glad that he was on a ship with some privacy. A few years ago he might've suffered in a shared shower, but in here was just him.

Just him...

He pouted. It was just him in here, but wouldn't it be fun to have some company, especially in the shower? Like, with a hot xeno lady. Maybe that busty husky he had been ogling earlier. Or that magma dragoness. He could just imagine water sizzling off of her hot spots. Salazar laughed at this, for he had some hot spots off his own.

He shivered, shrugging his shoulders as they became softer, smoother, and less broad on his otherwise masculine frame while the skin became smooth and soft and orange, pebbled with squarish burnt orange in a geometric pattern. Although even the look of his frame was altering - those muscle aches from earlier intensified in his chest and back and limbs, muscle gently fading away in favor of a daintier if still toned look.

Salazar groaned, stretching his arms above his head as he tried to work those kinks out. Heh, kinks. The human surely had some kinks, lots of them and even more with every passing moment. He rubbed his hands together, light green palm meeting light green palm before he remembered what he was here for.

He stepped towards the shower, pulled open its curtain, and nearly stepped in before he remembered that he was still dressed. Silly girl! He-

Salazar paused.

Silly girl? Why...why would he think that? He was a man. A human! He giggled but quickly cut it short. He didn't giggle...but he knew girls that did. Silly girls they were, tittering at this and that. Heh, tits. They usually did have nice tits too. Like that worm girl...

What was her species again? Salazar brought a hand to his chin, claws scratching at stubble that was beginning to fall away. At the same time, a patch of light green smooth skin started to spread from his collarbone and down, with orange smoothness starting to wrap around his neck. He couldn't recall. Had she said?

"Why worry," he murmured to himself, a dazed smile on his face. Yes, why worry? He was just here to take a hot shower and cleanse himself of dirty thoughts. But first...

He reached his hands down to pull down his pants just as his hips ached. The groaned and wiggled them from side to side, his pants soon feeling awfully tight and loose all the same as his hips not so gently pulled apart. Frowning, he looked down and let out a giggle when he saw the problem. His belt, of course! It wasn't notched right, right? He must have put it on too tight (or was it too loose?) after awakening so suddenly together after that tingle on his arm. With another dismissive giggle, he unhooked the belt and then threw it off.

A moment later, his pants fell around his heels. He froze, staring down at his legs in confusion. Were they always so smooth? Mostly orange and decorated with burnt orange rectangular shapes from hips to the sides of his knees? No, because he didn't have tattoos, but those weren't tattoos, were they? They were shapes in his skin, and they were natural, just like the worm lady's had been!

"Why worry?" Salazar said, this time with more mirth in his voice. He wiggled his feet, to try to get his shoes lazily off, but his feet felt numb. Not cold, but rather warm. Hot. Salazar winced and wiggled his toes, but only felt a few toes move in response, far fewer than he expected. What was going on down there? He lifted one leg and grasped the shoe firmly in his hands, talons only lightly scratching their leathery surface. He tugged and then the shoe and sock came off to reveal a foot different than he was used to. There were only two toes on this foot, and they more resembled talons, thick burnt orange colored claws that might be useful for digging in the dirt, or getting a guy or girl off.

Salazar giggled then stopped, realizing that something was strange about the two taloned foot he held in his hands. It...it wasn't his. Couldn't be his. It more resembled that...that-

"Worry?" he said, musing. Wait, wait. Why worry? No, no. Why...worry? How come that word had come to the forefront of his mind? He shouldn't worry, yes, but there was something important about it. What was it? Think, girl, think!

B-but he wasn't a girl! He was man, a human male, even if he was changing into something else alien and exotic, female and-

Salazar's eyes widened and he saw the foot for what it really was. It was his foot, but it wasn't his foot. But it was his? Salazar groaned and brought a taloned hand to his head, mind muddled and thoughts not quite conventional. Still, staring at that altered two taloned foot brought him closer and closer to the truth until he realized what was wrong: the foot, his skin, the claws, they-

What rushed through his mind was lost as he felt a sudden tug from behind. He yelped and then fell on his behind, his other shoe coming loose in the process and revealing that his other foot was the same, two talons and all. He groaned yet was motionless save for the wiggling above his butt. Blinking, he looked over a slender shoulder. His Adam's apple sank away as he let out a very effeminate shriek when he saw what looked like a worm wiggling over a rear that expanded from disappointingly flat to a little bit round. But no, it wasn't a worm, but a nubby orangish tail speckled with burnt orange coloration near its base, but was otherwise that soothing warm orange that slowly spread over his much more appealing rear. Heh, now it wasn't so flat and boring. It wasn't quite a badonkadonk, but it was something to squeeze and ogle at.

Salazar admired his plumper rump for a second while also vaguely aware of how that smooth orange skin spread up and down his back and how that tail was growing thicker and longer, a new limb that would surely help balance him out - plus it could be fun to use for some self pleasure or in sensual encounters with others...

Salazar shook his head. No, he shouldn't have a tail. Or smooth orange skin mixed with burnt orange patterns. Or talons or claws or any of this! He should be a cute girl, a woman without worry, a-

He clutched at his head. Something was messing with his thoughts! Something inside him, that same thing that made him giggle when he thought of that hot husky from earlier or, oooh, that dragoness from earlier with even hotter spots. Maybe she was even on station, or at least a sister of hers, one that could sensually massage her growing tail before sticking that snout of hers to good use and eating Sal out! Or, Salazar supposed, she could eat her out instead...

"N-no," Salazar said, but even as he panted this, he wondered why he'd said it. What was he denying? That he wanted to give an erotic exotic xeno some pleasure with that cunning tongue of his? He opened his mouth and his tongue flopped out, wiggling a little as it thinned and lengthened and took on a green coloration. It certainly felt smaller, lighter, more flexible, and more importantly better able to serve in sexual situations. He blinked. Why had he thought that? But what was wrong with some good oral action? Nothing, he knew. He had done it before and he'd do it again but first-

First, he'd need to take a shower. First, he'd need to wash himself off. Those kinks, those muscle aches were still there even if they had lessened since more and more of his skin had become orange and smooth and hairless. He shivered. What was he doing here on the floor? He needed to get naked and shower.

The changing man stood unsteadily on his two taloned feet, though his still growing tail did help a little. He couldn't help but moan as he felt it slowly stretch behind him, growing thicker and heavier, a proper tail for a proper worm. His cock tented his boxers and he shivered, placing his hands on his wider hips before he slowly pulled his underwear off, exposing his dick to the cool air. He glanced down and saw that it and his balls were smaller than he remembered, but it was rather cold in here, wasn't it? His pubic hair was nowhere to be seen either, just a smooth green skin, that same green slowly spreading up to his still covered stomach.

He placed his hands near the top of his shirt and then pulled it over his head, wiggling his hips and letting out another moan as his sides pressed in. He flung his shirt away and giggled when he saw it land in the sink, before he glanced back to his stomach. It was smoother and greener than he remembered, but that was ok. His stomach looked nice, toned but with a gentle layer of fat, though he was puzzled by his lack of belly button and the puffiness to his purple nipples. He brought his hands to his nips and tweaked them, shivering as they stiffened. They were far more sensitive than he recalled, his cock throbbing and stiffening before...shriveling. He glanced down and frowned, but no, it was just the cold. Heh, silly girl.

Now completely nude, Salazar moved towards the shower once more. He needed some heat, needed some hot water to stave off the cold. He stepped into the shower, closed the shower curtain, and then turned on the showerhead.

Immediately there was relief. He sighed and smiled as he the water washed over him, hot droplets searing away those aches and pains as the smoother, softer skin spread over the rest of his torso and back and now up his neck. The hot water felt so right on his altered form and even better on his still thickening tail, oh so close to completion. Better yet was the sensation of several spines growing out of his back, two thicker, longer ones near his shoulder, a smaller set below that, and mere spiky nubs just slightly above his tail. Closing his eyes, he reached for his shampoo and squeezed a bit into his hands. Leaning forward into the stream, he let out a soft sigh as he lathered the shampoo into his hair. Except...

Except his hair was falling away. Except he was soon scrubbing at a bald scalp that was smoother by the second. Except he could feel the water stream down a face that was stretching and contorting much like his neck.

Salazar's eyes flew upon and realization struck him. He glanced down at the shampoo bottle even as his neck stretched and took his eyes further away from it. The shampoo was changing him, altering him!

He threw the bottle against the left corner of the shower and stepped back away from it and the stream of hot water. Immediately, he regretted this, for his cranium ached and his brain felt no better. He put his taloned hands on either side of his head and grit his teeth. His neck grew longer and a bit thicker which his face pressed forward. His nose melted into the smoothness of his orange head while his thicker teeth grew sharper and slightly larger while the teeth below became smaller and more numerous in number. His ears went the way of his nose, no longer needed as his skull shaped into something that sloped much more forward, eyes spreading slightly apart. He let out a whimper when his lower jaws split apart, bifurcating and growing a large and strong tooth on either side before they returned to their default position, the two big teeth pressing together. He blinked those eyes and then closed them, the mild lights of the bathroom suddenly so bright. His sclera became a dark purple while his pupil shrank to thin slits, his eyes more sensitive by the second.

Blind, Salazar raised his hands and felt his head, tracing over its smooth, alien shape. Its structure seemed familiar and it only took him a moment to realize why. He had felt a similar head when that wormy gal had given him head, the man having given the girl a few encouraging touches while she gave him pleasure and now seemingly a bit more than that. And now?

Now he was much like that girl. Well, not quite enough like her for his liking. He was cold and shivering where she had been warm and welcoming, a little curvy but with a flat chest where she had been thick and busty. Even as he realized that the shampoo wasn't the cause of this, that somehow the worm girl was the catalyst of these changes (or was it one of those injections from those pleasurable medical bots?), another part of him urged him forward. To step closer into those changes, to wash away what was left of his humanity - and masculinity.

Heh. After all, why worry?

Salazar stepped forward and immediately the hot water washed over him. He sighed and shivered, the last of those aches leaving him even if the kinks hadn't. He had, like, so many kinks. For example, he liked boobs. Big boobs. Like, a lot. Didn't he want a pair of his own?

Salazar opened his eyes, but could only open them partially thanks to their newfound sensitivity. Gah, why did he keep the lights so bright? A girl like him should know better. She knew that she saw much much better in the dark or at least dim light. Heh, dim. Sorta like her! That other worm girl. The...the species eluded her again. No, no, she wasn't dim. Just ditzy! Like her. Like Sal!

Sal shook her...his head and growled, or tried to growl. All that came out was a girly whimper and then a moan as that hot water all over him felt so good suddenly. He felt so sensitive, so shapely that-

W-wait!

But he was sensitive, and he surely was becoming more shapely as the water poured over him. His waist pressed in a bit more while his hips pressed out, already existing curves deepening him with every passing moment but that wasn't all. His thighs thickened, causing the increasingly effeminate worm to rub them together, moaning while his stiff cock throbbed above them. One hand lifted his thick tail out of the way while the other squeezed one cheek of his expanding rear, a more lustful and girly cry leaving his mouth. His tongue lolled out over his jaws and he might have given into the pleasure entirely had he not noticed another more pressing sensation.

It was odd, the feeling of something pressing onto his head and into his sides. Odd, but not entirely unpleasant until he realized that it was more than a feeling, that he was actually being pressed smaller and shorter, human stature compacted to a size more comparable to the species of the shortstack worm girl he now belonged to. Heh heh. She now belonged to.

No, not she, she was...

Becoming more and more feminine by the second. Her thighs continued to thicken and her hips widened even further as she lost half a foot in height in a moment, the new worm feeling momentarily dizzy before an odd jiggling in her chest distracted her. She glanced down and saw that her pectorals had softened...no, started swelling out into titties - no, breasts - little mounds capped by puffy dark purple nipples. The pressure compacted her a little more and her breasts swelled in response, growing larger and rounder and heavier. She cupped her little titties and gave them a squeeze, giggling and then moaning as her cock throbbed. She paused and then looked down between her breasts, squinting her eyes to see what laid between her legs. Her cock, but it was so small now, a little prick that she couldn't really use to satisfy anyone. She didn't need it anymore, did she?

Something in her told her that she very much did, that it was kind of part of her as a human male, but that was silly. She certainly wasn't human and she wasn't certainly male...at least she didn't think so. She...she does prefer, girls right? Or was it being a girl? It was hard to decipher in her muddled mind. All she could remember was having fun with girls, of staring at them, of longing for them. But of being them? Of being an exotic erotic xeno, thick and busty and so very hot? Heh heh, sure! Why not?

She squeezed her burgeoning breasts together and giggled at the pleasure that it entailed, both from the surprisingly sensitive flesh and how it felt for what remained of her masculinity melting away below. She squeezed again and then let out a hot huff, her breath steaming in the shower as her breasts swelled and swelled. They were so big now! So heavy! So firm and round and fun to hold! Though she liked playing with them, she wondered who else might too...

Her tail wiggled at the thought of someone else handling her breasts, lifting and squeezing and groping their sensitive surface. She shivered and then fell to her knees, her shaft shrinking more and more while her juicy thighs rubbed together and against the ground. She cupped her breasts, giggling as they swelled to fill more than her palms while she rested her similarly swelling rear on her feet. That pressure was still there, making her a little shorter, but also a little chubbier too, adding some fat here and there to her thighs, rear, belly, tail too and of course breasts so that she was becoming a bit of a shortstack herself. And that was hot, because shortstacks were hot...or at least she thought so. Heh, wouldn't it be fun if the other worm gal was here? Just two girls having fun in the shower, pressing their breasts together, tails wrapped around, squishy thighs against thighs.

But wait - she wasn't...wasn't she...wasn't she something else? Like, a man. A human. That's what she had been telling herself earlier, wasn't it? But she hadn't been thinking clearly then. She was thinking much, much clearer now thank you very much, and she supposed the pleasure had something to do with it. A squish of her breasts, a tweak of her nipples, and the worm gal squealed as that little shaft and testicles both pulled up and into her. She tried to look down but oops! Her big breasts were in the way. She giggled and squeezed them together, wondering what she had been so concerned about, before a warmth in her loins reminded her that something had happened. Was she really so dim that she hadn't noticed it? The worm girl giggled. Of course not! She wasn't dim or dumb, just ditzy. And giggly. And a little airheaded at times...

What had she been thinking about again?

Oh yeah! Just that warmth between her legs. Curious, the worm lifted her breasts before spreading them apart slightly, allowing her enough space to see what lay between her legs. And what was there? Her slit of course, the dark purple lips already slightly spread, that little clit aching intensely. Gosh, and she was already wet! Maybe that was just the water...but no! She was really wet down there. And needy. Heh heh. She could go for some fun. Especially some fun with someone. She let one of her breasts go, giggling as it jiggled, and then slowly brought her hand to her slick slit. Gently she rubbed her lips and shivered. Geez, she was sensitive. And horny. Was there anyone else around to help her out?

She tried to think if there was anyone close by, but all that came to mind was the image of a male human. He was kind of hot, but he wasn't here, was he? No, it was just her here, a worm girl, a Wurae.

She blinked, eyes going wide before she had to shade them again thanks to her light sensitivity. Gosh, that's what she was, wasn't she? Not just, like, a hot worm gal with big breasts and also a big tush, but she was a...a Wurae! Yeah, that was right! She felt like the revelation should mean more, mean something...but it was like her realizing she had nice smooth skin colored enticingly for her race or big titties or a plush rear or a fat, thick tail good for hugs and snuggling and also loving. Heh, she had all that and more! And duh she was a Wurae! What else would she be? A boring...sort of handsome...human..? No thanks! She preferred being an erotic exotic xeno thank you very much!

Speaking of that fat tail...

Sal leaned forward and then nearly fell forward thanks to her fat tits. She giggled and stuck out her tongue. What a ditz she was! What if she had fallen flat on her tits? That would've felt good...but no, she had other intentions. She stabilized her hands on the shower's floor and then lifted her rear. She wiggled it and smiled as she felt it jiggle. For a moment, she imagined herself as an agent in CausDek's Infiltration Ops, her thick, busty wormy body stuffed into a sleek skintight suit - but no, that was silly. How would she be able to sneak around without the clap of those cheeks alerting her interstellar enemies? She giggled and then lifted her rear a little higher while her tail raised. While it was a rather thick, fat tail, it still did taper, especially near the end. It would be perfect for what she intended it for.

She trembled with anticipation, hot water still pouring onto her as she carefully maneuvered that tip of her tail down and around so that it neared her wet and willing passage. She lowered her chest, her fat tits displacing pooled water as they pressed pleasurably into the tub. Gosh, she was so thick, so busty, so sensitive...it was almost as if she was engineered for pleasing and pleasure, someone's dream of what a thick, big tittied alien worm girl should be. But no, that was silly - she was just as she was and that was thick and busty and oh so sensitive, and she looked forward to that last bit most. Still, something bothered her in the back of her mind. There was something she should be concerned about she knew...but if she couldn't remember it, what was the worry? After all...

Why Wurae?

No, no, she giggled, then shivered as her tail teased at her folds. She knew why Wurae. They were hot, like her. Gosh, she would love to come across more of them. Or anyone really. But after this! After-

She squealed as the tip of her tail pushed into lower lips, spreading them apart before entering her. She wiggled her hips and huffed, working hard on both sides as she delved deep into herself with every powerful thrust of her pleasing tail. Geez, she was good at this. Why hadn't she done this before? She panted, huffing and moaning as her whole frame shook with pleasure. Her tail stuffed her slit and she loved every moment of it being inside her along with the sensation of her swollen breasts and stiff nipples pressing into the wet ground. Wet, like her. She giggled and moaned, filling herself more and more, fitting that tail of hers deeper and deeper but it wasn't enough, not yet. She increased the intensity of her thrusts, her body's bountiful curves jiggling with every press of pleasure as she came closer and closer to climax. She was a Wurae, yes, and she definitely didn't have any worry now. All that concerned her was that climax, of dealing with some of that arousal, that heat that plagued her. At least she no longer had any of those hot spots, heh heh!

And soon enough, she truly had no worries at all. Her tail could go no further and her pussy pulsed with pleasure, pleasure that soon erupted and spilled from body to mind. Sal lifted her head and shrieked, her womanly Wurae cries louder than the shower before her moans were swallowed by the water. She lowered her head and groaned, falling against the ground as her tail twitched and tugged, slowly, ever so slowly pulling itself out of her pleasured passage. Her arms lay flat against her sides as the busty worm rode the pleasure, a soft smile upon her face and her eyes nearly screwed shut. She couldn't open them of course - they were too sensitive, of course, just like the rest of her. Heh. So sensitive. So needy. So horny. Even as her tail escaped her needy slit with a wet pop, she was already considering round two. But how? By tail or talon? No, no, she needed more than herself. Maybe that man she kept thinking of? No, she preferred something more exotic. An erotic xeno, like herself. Or-

The door to the bathroom suddenly slammed open.

Sal blinked and then sat up, giggling as her breasts jiggled in the process. She cupped them, and of course they were too large to be contained by her hands. Heh heh, they were so big, so fun to hold. She squeezed them and-

"Sal?"

Sal blinked again, remembering that the door to her bathroom had just opened. Heh heh, a little ditzy, yeah?

"Sal, stop hogging the hot water!"

Sal frowned. Was she? She didn't mean to! Hot water was great, though. She just wished the shower head was more adjustable, so that she could spray it right into-

"Sal!"

Still groping her breasts, Sal looked up just in time as the shower curtain was pulled back and the faucet was turned off. A rather annoyed looking synth with her hands on her hips stood in front of her...at least, she looked annoyed for a moment until she looked suddenly surprised. She tilted her head.

"Who're you?"

"Me?" The Wurae too tilted her head, frowning. Who was she again? Heh, wasn't she Sal? The one the synth had been calling for? Then why did she look so confused?

"Come on, Sal," the synth sighed, but the Wurae didn't think she was talking to her. "I told you not to bring any girls on board."

"But I'm Sal!" Sal chirped.

"No, you're not."

"Yes, I am," Sal said, standing up and mirroring the synth, her hands on her rather wide hips. She looked up at the synth who had at least a foot on her.

"No, Sal is a bothersome man. A human. You're..." The synth motioned at her. "I don't know. Wait..." She peered at the worm. "You're the one who gave him that blowjob?"

"Um, no." Sal giggled. "At least, I don't, like, think so. I totally would remember giving a cutie a blowjob."

"Mmhmm." The synth sighed. "Listen lady, you need to get dressed and get out of here. The captain isn't fond of streetwalkers on board."

"I'm not a walker, I'm a Wurae!" Sal said, standing as straight up as she could, breasts jiggling. "You're silly, Nerie."

"Wha-?" Nerie blinked. "How do you know my name?"

"Because...because..." The Wurae pondered this. How did she know the synth's name? She looked awfully familiar. Heh, and hot too. Cute. Fuckable. But...she had to stay on task. How did she know the synth? Because...because-

Confused, she looked past the synth to the bathroom mirror behind her. Though partially fogged from the hot water, she could still see a cute, albeit confused worm lady looking back at her. It looked like she was trying really hard to remember something, though her thinker's pose was a little ruined by the fact that one hand was on her chin while the other idly squeezed one of her tits. Heh, boob. Er, boobies! She had big ones! And nice hips and a big butt she could see even from back here! And a nice thick tail that went so well with it. Her skin? Unblemished, perfect. Mostly orange, save for the green on her palms, torso, and neck, not to mention the burnt orange patterns on her shoulders and legs. Nice spines too!

She resembled a worm, yes, but a cute, very feminine, very humanoid one. Humanoid, huh. Such a human centric word, and she definitely wasn't that! What sort of worms had eyes? The worm in the mirror did! And bones. And boobs! The worm even looked cute with how closed her eyes were due to their sensitivity. She wondered how she'd look with them open. Cuter, probably, even if she was already cute. And a little chubby. And definitely fuckable. A cute, little worm gal. A Wurae. That was her! She wiggled her hips and her tail wagged somewhat slowly as her breasts jiggled. Heh heh, she looked good. But wasn't she, like, trying to remember something? Anything? Something about her skin maybe? No...yes? Skin? Sal? Spot...synth?

It suddenly came rushing back. Not all of it, of course - there wasn't room enough in Sal's bubbly, ditzy mind - but enough for her to remember. The spot. The synth. The sex.

Ok, maybe not that last part. But there totally could be! Later though. For now-

"I'm, like, Sal."

"Ok, 'Like Sal,'" Nerie snorted. "Sure you are."

"I totally am!" Sal said, folding her arms under her breasts. Heh, it was fun to prop them up!

"Prove it."

"Sure!" Sal said, then paused. "Uh, how can I, like, prove it?"

"He wasn't wrong," Nerie sighed. "She really is ditzy. That is, if you are the same one he was talking about earlier. Fine. Show me Sal's ID card or something."

"Oh!" Sal smiled and nodded. "I can do that!"

She sprinted past the synth, assets jiggling all the while. Still dripping wet, she bent over, wiggled her rear, and grabbed the card from the abandoned pants. She held it up to Nerie triumphantly.

"Here!" Sal said. "Here's, like, my card!"

"Mmhmm," Nerie said, glancing down at the card. "That's Sal's card and..." Her eyes glanced over the clothes. "And that's his clothes. Huh. Why didn't I notice that before. Just where is Sal?"

"Here!" Sal squeaked indignantly.

"Uh huh. You're really telling me he turned into...you."

"Um...like, maybe?"

"Very reassuring." The synth looked back to the clothes, then stiffened. "Wait. Wait."

"But I'm horny and you're cute!"

"Not what I meant - what species are you?"

"Wurae!"

"Wait, really? Then-" The synth's eyes widened. "I was looking for Wurmae not..." She sighed and stared at Sal with wide eyes. "You're Sal. Really Sal?"

"Yeah!"

"Oh no, I'm so sorry, Sal! I-"

"Why?" The Wurae tilted her head, then giggled as she cupped her breasts. "I'm fine."

"You are?"

"I mean, I think so? Though I am really horny." She smiled and wiggled her hips. "Mind helping a gal out?"

She advanced upon the synth, a sway in her step, breasts jiggling enticingly.

"Uh, I don't know if..." The synth paused as the Wurae looked up at her expectantly. "I mean, he did say she was ditzy. Suggestible, even. So, er, why don't you eat me out, girl?"

Sal stiffened, then nodded excitedly.

"Totally!" she said, long tongue lolling out. "Would you just, like, turn the lights off?"

"Sure," Nerie said. "Just give me a mo-hrgh!" The synth squealed as Sal began doing as promised, lithe tongue licking at her synthetic slit. Nerie squirmed, and gasped, placing one hand on the worm's orange head while the other reached for the lights. "Y-you're good at this, mmmf!"

"Thanks!" Sal chirped, looking up at her with those purple eyes, finally able to open them in the relative dark. She gave Nerie a wink, and then set to loving licking, some of the synth's lube trickling down her jaws and onto her breasts and chubby stomach.

"O-ooh," Nerie moaned. "K-keep it up. Maybe just a couple - aah ha - times and then we'll try to figure this out. Toget-mmhm-her!"

Sal nodded, more than happy to oblige. Fun together meant fun for all, heh! And, as it turned out, the two enjoyed each other more than just a couple more times.