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Slobian Subterfuge WIP Preview
🕑 Added 2022-07-21 03:03:05 +0000 UTCWARNING THIS PREVIEW CONTAINS: Male and Female Slobification (Weight Gain, Burping, and Farting) and Alien TF
Mercia’s usually calm and stoic demeanor was noticeably shakier as she stood in the innermost chamber of the United Earth Federation labs. While she had seen her fair share of the battlefield, what was to come still had her yearning to twist her fingers through her curly, black hair like she was a little girl again. Slowing her breathing to try and keep her heart rate down, she stood at attention as the head scientist approached her.
“Lieutenant Mercia,” the man said, nodding his head.
“Dr. Nomo,” she responded, giving him a salute. “I beg your pardon, but where is Dr. Stratt? Isn’t she the one in charge of this operation?”
The doctor fell silent for a moment before letting out a deep sigh. “Unfortunately the doctor had to be quarantined after her insistence on testing the procedure herself. The good news is that her sacrifice allowed us to gather more information about what will happen to your bodies during the process.”
Mercia once more clenched her fingers. “That is unfortunate, but I and the rest of my platoon are prepared for that inevitability.”
Dr. Nomo raised an eyebrow. “Do you speak for them? I find that hardly ethical.”
Crossing her arms, Mercia shot back with a death glare. “Doctor, I do believe you are far from judging anything from being ethical considering your work. However, if you wish to confirm my soldiers’ resolve, ask them yourself.”
Silently walking away, the doctor turned his attention to the one person Mercia both cherished and feared the moment he volunteered for the mission. The sharp features of his tanned skin were outlined by the black follicles of his shaggy beard. His short hair hung just above his eyes, ensuring the doctor could see the resolute look in his eyes. As the doctor looked away to refer to some documents, Jubin used that opportunity to glance over at Mercia and shoot her a small smile in the hopes of raising her spirits. The expression made her heart momentarily flutter, but recalling the mission ahead helped in keeping her emotions at bay.
“You are willing to go along with this mission knowing the possible consequence?” the doctor asked.
“If it means putting a stop to this war, then yes,” Jubin replied.
“Very well,” the doctor said, scribbling down on his papers as he approached the next person in line. “And what about you? Are you prepared to do what’s necessary for the mission?”
Ptolem grinned, flourishing his head of shoulder-length black hair. “Hey, if it means getting out of the usual grind of training and no fun, I’m all for it. Besides, if this goes south, at least I won’t have to worry about paying my bills anymore.”
The doctor gave a weary look to the platoon’s jokester. Mercia had had the same reaction at first to Ptolem’s eccentricities, but he had proven himself time and time again to be reliable despite his behavior. However, the same could not be said for the final member of their group.
“Name?”
“Vune,” the woman replied, unable to stop her fingers from sliding through her long, blonde hair.
“You seem a bit nervous. Are you sure you’re prepared for this mission?”
Vune took a moment to gather her courage, looking towards her comrades for inspiration. “Yes. I…heard that the invaders have a booming entertainment industry. Though I’m still an amateur actress, I think my skills will be crucial to the success of this mission.”
The doctor finished writing on his clipboard and turned around. “I suppose we don’t have the luxury of being picky,” he said, addressing the group as a whole. “However, the point remains that the four of you have willingly volunteered to drastically change your bodies in order take down the Slobian forces from the inside. That being the case, I will give one last chance to back out. Merely raise your hand and you will be escorted from the premises. Only those who are going on the mission should know about the procedure involved.”
The doctor waited for a moment. Then another. Still, no one raised their hands to show their surrender. Nodding his head, he walked over to a control panel and pushed a button. From the center of the room rose up a small table containing a silver box. Unlocking the container with long string of code, the doctor revealed four syringes containing a mysterious liquid.
“Wait, that’s it?” Ptolem asked. “Those are really all we need to change into those disgusting things.”
“Indeed,” the doctor replied. “Who would like to be the first to go?”
“We’ve already discussed this amongst ourselves,” Mercia said. “We plan to take them all at the same time.”
“It would be rather dramatic,” Vune spoke up.
“Plus it might help us to deal with the side effects knowing we have each other to rely on,” Jubin added.
“Very well,” the doctor said, waving over several other researchers. “We shall administer the serum after you get undressed.”
“Understood,” Mercia replied, she and the others following the doctor’s orders as they stripped out of their jumpsuits.
Standing nude amongst her platoon mates didn’t bring a hint of embarrassment for Mercia. If anything, the opportunity allowed her to take in their human features one last time. Everything from Vune’s perky curves to the scar across Ptolem’s chiseled chest. Perhaps lingering a bit too long on Jubin’s lower body, Mercia was broken out of her trance as the doctor held up the syringe to her arm.
“Last chance to back out,” the doctor said, neither Mercia nor the others voicing their disapproval. “Very well, then let us begin.”
The injection was short and sweet, Mercia barely feeling the needle pierce her skin. As the serum was pumped into her veins, she waited for the moment things would start to change. Pulling away the syringe and stowing it with the others, the doctor and his assistants scurried back to a safe distance. Mercia couldn’t really blame them.
Mercia’s body began to shudder as an intense heat spread out from where the serum had been injected into her arm. Holding onto her sides, she began to let out heavy breaths that echoed with those of her comrades. The deep exhales eventually turned into a series of rolling belches, each one becoming louder with each release. Amidst dealing with the lingering fumes of one of her burps, she turned her gaze downwards in time to see her flat stomach begin to bulge out.
The swelling mass of fat overtaking her torso spread its way across her body to even her out. Muscles along her arms were replaced with pudgy blubber to go along with her bulky legs and thick thighs. Her breasts noticeably drooped under their own weight, surpassing the size of a pair of melons within a matter of seconds. Continuing to shiver under the effects of her changes, it came as no surprise to her as a rippling fart burst out of her backside just as her butt cheeks swelled to meet the massive proportions of her bosom. Thought the sudden weight gain was alarming, she knew it was just step one of her transformation.
Droplets of green goo began to stream out of her sweat glands, in the process further mutating her body. The emerald coloring sunk into her flesh, permeating every inch of her body from her chubby cheeks all the way towards the extra set of arms that emerged from beneath her original pair. Waving about her extra appendages to get a feel for them, she raised up her pudgy fingers to examine the shade of dark green that had taken over her hair. Her reach was blocked by a pair of bulbous antennae that emerged from her scalp and dangled in front of her view. Just as she reached out to grasp at the dangling feelers, she let out a mix of a gasp and a belch as a mirror slid in front of her. Staring in disbelief, she blinked her three, glossy black eyes in response upon seeing her full, Slobian form in all of its disgusting entirety.
Turning away from the researcher holding the mirror, Mercia checked in on the rest of her crew. Just like her, each of them had been changed into gooey blobs that reeked of the alien’s heavy musk. Aside from an equally bulging belly, Vune stood out from Mercia with a blinding shade of pink goo around her body and a pair of breasts large enough to smother a persons’ head between. Making good use of him pear-shaped figure, Ptolem’s exploration of his slimy, blue body came with a fart vibrating out of his blubbery ass cheeks to send ripples through his form. Turning away from Ptolem’s gassy outburst led to Mercia staring into the sludgy, yellow mass that was Jubin’s body. Gazing over his body, she accidentally let her gaze linger a little too long on the sizable manhood dangling beneath his undercarriage. Just as he was beginning to notice her stare, she managed to turn away and meet eyes with Dr. Nomo.
“You all appear to be above the 300 pound mark,” the doctor said, his face obscured by the gas mask on his face. “A little on the small side for Slobians, but it should play well with the trap we have set.”
“What is the BWOOOOOORRRRP status on the transport?” Mercia asked, clenching her fingers as the sound of her belch echoed through the chamber.
“The prisoner vessel is begin fueled as we speak,” the doctor answered as he moved around to record the vitals of Mercia’s comrades. “Should everything go as planned, the four of you will be take into Slobian custody as rescued refugees. After that, it will up to you to infiltrate their higher ranks and find some way to take them down.”
“Understood,” Mercia replied, trying to salute, only for her stoic demeanor to falter in the aftermath of a loud BRRRAAAAPPPPP escaping from her rear. Glancing over her shoulder, she was horrified to discover that Jubin had been standing right behind her. “I’m sorry, I didn’t meant to-“
“It’s UUUURRRP okay,” Jubin said, his antenna flailing about from the sudden burp. “It’s to be expected considering we’ve become the BWOOOOORRRP slobbiest creatures in the galaxy. We’ll just have to deal with it. Don’t worry, I’ll be with you every step of the way.”
Shuffling forward, Jubin clasped his pudgy fingers around Mercia’s. A sheen of red shined through the green coloring on her cheeks, spreading all the way up to her antenna. Before she could linger on a well of urges beginning to fill her dripping womanhood, she swiftly turned and bumped Jubin back with her butt in the process.
“That will be all for now, UUURRRP soldier,” she said, unable to look into his trio of eyes. “We must prepare for the mission.” Waddling away, she winced as another fart came slapping out of her body to add to her already atrocious aroma. “The human race is counting on us.”
