Out of this World - Part 1 [Sexy Alien Space Babe TG]

Commissioned Anonymously 

Mal was just a small-time gang member on Callisto space station, until one botched deal changed his life forever. His ruthless boss decided to punish him by transforming him into a sexy alien species known for their promiscuity, planning to keep him as a personal plaything. Saved in the nick of time by station security before his mind could be altered, Mal now finds himself trapped in the body of a sexy alien bombshell. Forced to leave his criminal past behind, he must navigate a new life on the straight and narrow, all while grappling with the temptations that come with his new form.

Part 1: Change

Chapter 1

Mal wiped his damp forehead with the back of his hand; in the last twenty minutes, he’d sweated enough bullets to fill an entire armoury. His jumpsuit, which was uncomfortable at the best of times, felt twice as tight today as he slowly made his way down into the depths of Callisto Station. Calling it a station wasn’t really accurate anymore; the hulking mass of metal took up most of the moon’s surface and was Jupiter Sector’s most populated settlement. Almost a hundred thousand called the moon their permanent home and thousands arrived and departed every day by ship. 

This made it perfect for Murdeek’s operations; the reptilian alien gang boss was never wanting for ways to smuggle his drugs and arms out to the other Jupiter stations, sometimes even beyond. Not being particularly bright, lucky or talented, Mal had sort of fallen into working for the gang. It wasn’t nearly as cool as the films made it look, a lot of sitting around while higher-ranking members did things, but that was fine with Mal. He faded into the background and that was exactly where he was comfortable. Nobody noticed him, nobody gave him trouble. Sitting around watching for officials while others loaded ships and bribed guards wasn't exactly honourable work, but it was better than hauling space waste. Which, if he was lucky, would be his future if he survived the next few minutes. 

The little tracking wire stitched into the inner lining of his jumpsuit felt red hot against his skin. He knew what Murdeek did to snitches, but what choice did he have? The officers had caught him red-handed with the crate of drugs meant to be smuggled off world. The rest of the crew had scampered, leaving him to take the fall. It had been his choice of life in a prison colony or turning coats. Usually, he was no coward; he was more than capable of looking after himself in a fight. He’d been in scrapes since he was a kid and knew how to watch his own back, and as much as it pained him to be helping the law officials who’d made his life miserable, he didn’t have much choice. 

He pressed a palm to the security pad and waited. This part of the station was perpetually hot and sticky, thanks to the generators that kept the air and heat circulating throughout the giant city structure. Nobody ever came here except the most unlucky maintenance workers and, of course, criminals. 

The door slid open, and there was Murdeek; he was Threxian, meaning he stood almost seven feet tall and was coated head to toe in scales. He towered over humans like Mal, and his slit eyes seemed to narrow as he walked in before splitting into a smile. Mal did his best not to shudder; even a friendly Threxian looked threatening when they smiled, and Murdeek was far from friendly. 

“Mallory.” He hissed, “Come in.”

Mal winced. Nothing good ever followed somebody using his full name. It was bad enough that most people thought he was a woman on paper, but the day he learned it literally meant ‘unlucky,’ a lot of things fell into place. Because if there was one word to describe his life, it was that.

“It’s about time. Word on the street was that you got busted last night and took over ten thousand credits worth of product down with you, too.”

No small talk then. That was a problem, considering the officers had told him they would need at least ten minutes to follow him without being detected. If he wanted to live, he was going to have to keep Murdeek talking, then pray the law could take him down and get him off world before one of his men could get revenge. 

“I’m sorry, sir.” He said, voice cracking. “The rest of the boys left me high and dry.”

“So they should have, losing one man is better than losing three.”

The great reptile got to his feet, slitted nose flaring with vaguely disguised rage. 

“So…I have to wonder, ten thousand credits worth of product lost and yet…here you are. Able to obey my summons the very next day. How can that be, hm?”

Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. 

Clearly, the panic was showing on his face because Murdeek threw back his head and laughed. 

“Mallory, please. You don’t get to be in my position without learning a thing or two.” He laid a long, clawed finger against Mal’s chest. “Luckily, I am merciful.”

“Oh, I know, you’ve always been an excellent boss.” Mallory stammered, “I…I mean it, good work! I never would have gotten caught on purpose!”

Dammit, that’s exactly what somebody who did get caught on purpose would say. 

“You know, Mallory. I’ve always liked you.” Murdeek hissed, slowly walking in a circle around him like a shark circling prey. 

“R-really?” Mal was just a low-level guard. He’d only talked to Murdeek in person a handful of times, and he found it doubtful the boss even remembered who he was until his big blunder.

“You’ve got a forgettable face.” Murdeek smiled, “Do you have any idea how many plain, brown-haired, brown-eyed human men exist on this station? Too many. You’ve got the sort of face your own mother would lose in a crowd, the perfect look for a mook.”

“Oh, thank you, sir.” Mal swallowed, feeling simultaneously insulted and a little flattered. 

“So it’s a shame you fucked up so badly that I can’t let it slide.”

Just like that, Mal felt like he’d been dumped into a bucket of ice water. Murdeek's warm, jovial demeanour dropped, and the cold-blooded mob boss was suddenly before him, cold, clawed hands just inches from his throat. Where the hell were the law officers? Why weren’t they here yet? The tracker sewn into his clothing felt red hot, like at any moment it would burst into flame, or maybe it was just his imagination running wild as he stared into those murderous eyes. 

“W-what are you going to do to me?” Mal said, quaking. He wished he was like the men in the streams he watched, who faced down death with a cocky smile and then lived to tell the tale, but he simply wasn’t. He was trembling so badly that the bodyguards behind Murdeek were snickering. 

“Well, I could toss you out an airlock or make you meet some unfortunate fate…” Murdeek mused, “Or, I could find a way to put you to good use.”

With a snap of his fingers, one of the bodyguards stepped forward and reached inside their jumpsuit jacket; Mal winced, expecting a phaser, but instead, the man only produced a small box, which Murdeek took delicately in his clawed hand. He lifted the lid and revealed a silver syringe filled with God only knew what. Where the hell were those officers!? He had to stall. Murdeek clearly liked the sound of his own voice. If he could keep the Threxian talking, he might not have to find out what was inside the needle. 

“What do you mean?”

“Have you been to the Silver Sanctuary,  up on the top levels?” Murdeek asked, seemingly ignoring the question.

“The strip club?”

The Silver Sanctuary was about as classy as places like that could be; it was clean, discreet, and filled with all the most beautiful women the galaxy could offer from every race. They charged a high entry fee, so high that Mal had never gone himself, but he knew the place by reputation. Most girls dancing and performing there were often hired out for private parties and so-called ‘private one-on-one sessions. He’d caught a glimpse of a beautiful green-skinned alien beauty once when Murdeek hired her as a reward for one of his high-ranking enforcers. She’d been clad in nothing but silver silk underwear, and even now, years later, the memory took Mal’s breath away. 

“A crude name for a wonderful place, but yes, the strip club.” Murdeek leaned in close, “You’re going to go work there, as my personal retainer, ready to serve me whenever I wish.”

Of all the things he could have said, that was the last Mal would have suspected. Murdeek was a notorious horn dog (horn lizard?), but Mal had only ever heard of him being with women. Why would he pick a random, forgettable mook to be his fuck boy on the side? Mal was so confused. In fact, he didn’t realise the Threxian had stabbed the needle into his side until he was already drawing out. 

“There,” Murdeek hissed, “Get the second needle. I want those mental changes as well as the physical ones.”

Changes? What? Mal opened his mouth to ask what the hell was going on when suddenly the breath was knocked right out of his lungs. There was a strange, heavy feeling forming on his chest, so much so that he was forced to lean over and wrap his arms around his torso to try and keep his balance. His ears began to burn, and as he brushed a finger over them, Mal was shocked to find they were growing, turning pointed at the edges and taking on a more elf-like shape. He barely had time to register what that meant when suddenly his hips popped outwards, one by one, turning wide and taking on a very distinct, hourglass shape. His torso seemed to stretch, his spine popping as it grew a few extra inches and his body lengthened; when he finally stood up straight again, out of shock more than anything, Mal found he stood a few inches taller. His limbs had lengthened to match, and his skin seemed to be getting smoother by the second, all hair falling away, leaving him almost shiny. 

His white skin, pasty from years deep in stations away from light, was starting to darken into a dusty purple-grey, and Mal held up his hands and watched as they smoothed and changed colour while gaining a distinctive swirling dark grey pattern. He’d seen those before…on Sedun women! The all-female race was renowned for their beauty and sexual proclivity, and now he was turning into one! He felt the skin swelling under his jumpsuit, and then…it began to expand.

“Oh! Ooooh no!”

Mal felt a pair of large, full breasts starting to swell on his chest and then a second pair right below them! Four breasts, in total, hung from his chest. Though perhaps hung was the wrong word as they were so round and bouncy they were almost balls, far more perky than human breasts anyway. Murdeek grinned, watching Mal change, and his eyes took on a hungry look that made Mal nervous for entirely new reasons. 

“P-please, you can’t, h-how are you even doing this?” Mal cried, moaning as he felt his insides rearranging. 

“Being a drug dealer has its benefits.” Murdeek hissed, “Almost done now…”

“Hnnng! Ahh….ahhhhh, Oh God!”

Mal’s face began to reshape itself, turning smooth with high cheekbones, large eyes and full, pouty lips. His jumpsuit was tearing in places now, unable to hold his shifting body as his hips and butt widened even further and fat continued to pool behind his nipples on both sets of breasts. His hair grew and changed, turning into the light, bioluminescent, thick tendrils Sedun women had. It seemed to float almost ethereally around his head like he was underwater, meaning that as he looked around in panic, he could see the follicles glowing softly. 

“Oh wow, I-oh, oh m-my cock I can f-feel it shrinking!” Mal moaned. He couldn’t help it. His hands went between his legs, and he felt the bulge that had always existed there disappear. At the same time, he could see Murdeek getting hard a few feet away, watching him suffer through the transformation. If that didn't make his arousal obvious enough, Mal was shocked to realise he could…taste it. Feel it? The new sensation flooded him and was like nothing else he had ever experienced. He could sense the emotions in the room, and if the way the men behind Murdeek flinched was any indication, they could feel him to some degree. 

Mal had only met a Sedun once; they weren’t a particularly common species outside their home system, so he had forgotten about their empathic abilities. Yet another reason they were so sought after as lovers. His new empathic abilities blooming distracted him just long enough that his cock and balls disappeared entirely, and when he managed to refocus, Mal realised there was something wet and warm in its place. 

“Done,” Murdeek said, his voice almost quivering in excitement. “Quick, bring the second dose. I want him helpless, horny and loyal.”

Mal panicked, watching yet another needle being produced by the other bodyguard; if he let them stab him with that, his whole personality would be replaced with some sort of horny whore!

“Don’t worry, you won't even remember being a mook much longer. It’s a better fate than most.” Murdeek grinned, approaching with the syringe in hand as Mal backed up against the wall. His clothing was falling off in shreds now, leaving him barely clothed and helpless. There was a tiny metal clink as the tracker fell from its hidden place and clinked against the metal floor. Murdeek peered at it curiously, and Mal felt his heart speed up even more; any second now Murdeek would realise what it was, and he would be even more doomed than he already was. Mal squeezed his eyes closed, preparing for the sting that would rewrite his personality when all of a sudden-

BANG!

The door burst in as station officers came swarming in. 

“Everybody freeze!”

“Hands where we can see them!”

Murdeek hissed and turned back to Mal. Now, his eyes were burning with hatred rather than lust. He dove forward, syringe in hand, and Mal ducked just in time to see the needle smash against the station's metal walls and the officers all dogpile on top of the gang lord. 

“Hands behind your back, you’re under arrest!”

Mal swallowed and eyed the small pool of liquid and broken glass on the ground; if only that had happened a few minutes earlier, he’d still be human. A hand grabbed his shoulder, and Mal spun around in a panic only to see a kind-faced officer.

“Easy, I am so sorry you got caught up in this, ma’am.” 

Mal blinked in confusion and then realised the “ma’am” he was referring to was him. Mal could feel the officer's genuine desire to help, but also his desire. He was trying so hard not to look at Mal’s tits, barely covered as they were. He meant well, and if it weren’t for his strange new empathic abilities, Mal would never have guessed the man was trying hard not to get a boner. 

“We’ll get you out of here.” The officer smiled. “Do you know what happened to the man who was brought down here?”

Mal cleared his throat awkwardly.

“Well, about that…

~

Mal shifted uncomfortably in the loose-fitting dress that had been given to him. Since Seduns were so rare, there weren’t any spare jumpsuits around the precinct. Instead, they had managed to call in some favours at the nearby shopping centre and get him a dress made of flowing white fabric that, mixed with his bioluminescent hair, gave him quite the ethereal look. He wished it wasn’t so distracting, though. It was hard enough getting used to the way his new body felt without all the flowing fabric brushing his skin. Every time his nipples started to soften, he would inevitably move in such a way that the fabric brushed them, and they would be right back to diamond hard. Mal wondered if it was a Sedun thing or if all women had nipples this sensitive. His fingers twitched, and as soon as he’d been led in here, his eyes spotted several good items for pawning. It was tempting to do what he’d always done, grab what he could and get out, but that wasn't an option now. He’d be lucky to escape the precinct without getting caught, even if he was still human. Now, he was far too conspicuous, and despite being taller, he’d lost most of his muscles. He could throw off one or two guys on a good day without any backup, but in this body, he was still learning how to walk. Fighting was out of the question. 

After what felt like an age of waiting, the station's security chief walked in, looking at once pleased with himself and frazzled. All at once, Mal could sense his unease; he was happy about something, but it was marred by the little hiccup that was Mal. 

“Right, Mister uh, Miss?” The chief cleared his throat and looked down at his notes. “Mallory, we wanted to thank you for your help in taking down this station's biggest drug lord. I believe the original plan was for you to be placed into witness protection upon Callisto Station in exchange for your help capturing him.”

“Yes, that was the deal.” Why did Mal get the feeling there was a “but” coming?

“Of course, we had no idea Murdeek had such a potent and mysterious drug in his possession. The forensic team are already working on tracking down where he got his hands on genetic splicing fluid, but what’s done is done. I am afraid there is no reversing it. Not without several years of research.”

Mal felt his heart sink. He’d been changed so easily that he had hoped the reversal process would be just as simple.

“And we can’t put you in witness protection on Callisto Station.”

“What!?” Mal cried, “You can’t send me to prison! I only ever did petty crimes, and you promised those would be forgiven if I caught him!”

The chief flinched as Mal yelled and opened his mouth to say something but couldn’t get a word out.

“And if you send me to prison, I’ll be killed. Do you have any idea how many men Murdeek has inside? I’ll be shivved in a week!”

“We’re not sending you to prison.”

“You’re just letting me go? Without protection.”

“That’s the problem, witness protection on a station this big was simple when you were human. Humans make up over seventy percent of Callisto Station population, and the neighbouring stations too, but you’re not human anymore.”

Mal’s tendrils trembled in anxiety, an odd feeling, to be sure, but he couldn’t help it. It seemed to be the Sedun equivalent of a shiver going down one's spine. 

“Frankly, we’d probably have to send you to the Sedun homeworld for you to have any chance of blending in, and that’s a ten year trip in hypersleep.” The Chief sighed, “This department simply cannot afford that sort of trip.”

Secretly, Mal was pleased. Being put into cryostasis for a decade and waking up on a foreign planet, even one filled with beautiful, promiscuous women, wasn't exactly appealing. 

“So…what is going to happen to me?” He asked.

“Well, the Station Mayor and I have come to an agreement. You will be given a safe place and job to keep you out of trouble.” The chief leaned back in his chair with a smile. “You’re going to work on a ship, hauling cargo. You’ll constantly be on the move, and ships have far more variety in species aboard. It’ll keep you constantly on the move and keep you from falling into old habits.”

Mal pressed his lips into a thin line; it wasn’t a bad fate, he supposed. However, having to spend the rest of his life in his curvy, alien body wasn’t what he had in mind. It was better than working at The Silver Sanctuary or being Murdeek’s personal sex toy. A shudder ran down his tendrils at the thought. 

“We’ve found a crew and applied on your behalf; for your own safety, we won't be telling them anything about—” he gestured vaguely to Mal. All of this. Small, privately owned cargo ship, job pays decently well. You will be able to make a new start.”

A new start. As a Sedun, working a tedious cargo-hauling job? What sort of life was that to look forward to? No way he would be sticking around. Luckily, as the chief said the ship would be constantly on the move. He’d work a few weeks, pinch the supplies and credits he needed and then book himself a one-way flight to…somewhere. He’d figure it out, but he could play nice for a little bit to set himself up. 

“What about my things?” Mal asked. His quarters were small, but they were still his home, he thought lovingly to his recorded streams, clothes, and the little knick knacks he’d picked up along the way.

“Sorry, it’s just too risky, this will be a totally fresh break for you. The sooner you get off this station the better.” 

Mal got the distinct impression the chief just wanted him gone so he could collect his inevitable commendation for catching Murdeek and not worry about it anymore. He sighed, feeling his breasts rise and fall with the gesture. He could mope all he wanted but there was no changing his fate; he was just going to have to make the most of it.

~

So excited to finally be publishing this one! This is a massive story, I hope you all enjoy it!