The Bentusi Saga — Human to Godess — Part 2
Lila and her ten transformed daughters entered the airlock once they exited the cruiser, Lila escorted them to the processing and morphing station on the flagship. They were still confused about their new bodies and did not understand the Bentusi culture and language fully yet. even with their genetic memories being unlocked. Jennifer stood next to her mother Lila in her newly expanded and sexual form, still feeling the side effects of her transformation just 1 day earlier. She looked at her mother and asked, “What’s next mother?” Lila looked at her and said, " you and your sisters will need to enter these morphing pods to have the final changes locked into your DNA, then you will all be sent to the indoctrination halo rooms for full Bentusi knowledge uploads, then you will all truly see.” Jennifer asked, “will it hurt?” and her mother Lila grinned, and said, “no, it will be the most pleasure you have ever experienced.” then all entered the pods, and as the pod closed Jennifer looked at her mother worryingly and gasped as the pod closed and the robotic snakes entered, her ass and pussy in a popping sound and an instant climax. She then noticed the green and purple fluids filling the tank around her and felt warm and buzzing. Just then a bolt of pleasure surged through her, and she actually felt physical changes happening, her facial features began to morph into a more beautiful Bentusi features, like her more pronounced feline eyes, her ass, hips and legs slightly grew larger on her already sexually morphed body, and her pussy plumped up even more than before as the robot hose pumped fluids in to her.
Jennifer watched in amazement as her own features shifted before her eyes, her nose narrowing to a delicate point, her cheekbones growing more pronounced. Her ears elongated slightly, the tips curving upwards in a graceful arc. Her eyes grew larger, the pupils vertically like her mother’s, and her irises deepened to match the emerald hue of Lila’s. Her skin rippled and flowed, the purple and gold swirling together in a mesmerizing dance as it settled into its final pattern.
The fluid around her grew thick with the essence of Bentusi power, and she felt herself growing stronger, more resilient. Her body was a sculpture of alien beauty, a weapon of unparalleled grace. The tentacles inside her pumped in rhythm with the changes, the sensations growing more intense until she could no longer distinguish between pain and pleasure. It was a rapture that consumed her, a transformation of not just body, but soul.
The morphing pods encase Lila’s daughters with liquid pleasure, causing intense sexual arousal as their bodies are reshaped into Bentusi forms. They observed their facial features changing to a more alien, feline appearance and their skin patterns becoming more complex. Their strength and resilience increase as the pods rewire their bodies and minds, bringing them closer to Bentusi perfection.
As the morphing process reached its zenith, the girls could feel their consciousness expanding, absorbing the knowledge and wisdom of the Bentusi. It was a deluge of information, a tsunami of understanding that crashed over them, reshaping their very identities. They were no longer just human, but something more, something greater.
When the pods finally opened, the daughters of Lila stepped out into the light, their bodies now fully realized as Bentusi priestesses. The hoses in her ass and pussy snapped and popped out giving her that same gush and climax that was common. They looked at one another, their eyes shining with excitement and a touch of fear. They had been reborn into a world of war and power, a destiny that was both thrilling and terrifying.
Jennifer stared at her new form, her breasts larger than she could have ever imagined, the tips of her nipples begging for attention. Her ass was round and firm, a testament to the alien strength that now coursed through her veins. But it was her pussy that drew her gaze, plump and juicy, quivering with a need she couldn’t ignore. It was as if it had a life of its own, speaking to her in a language of desire that was as alien as the DNA that now dominated her body.
The daughters’ consciousnesses expand during the transformation, absorbing Bentusi knowledge and becoming one with the alien race. They emerge as fully realized Bentusi priestesses, their bodies significantly altered and enhanced. Jenny observes her new, exaggeratedly sexual form, particularly her overwhelmingly sensitive pussy, symbolizing the blend of their human past and Bentusi future.
With a gasp, she turned to her mother, her voice filled with urgency. “I need to be filled now, Mother!” she exclaimed, the hunger in her eyes unmistakable. Lila, understanding the call of the transformation, led them to the introduction rooms, where each was to be fully initiated into the Bentusi way of life. The walls were lined with silver headsets and twin phallic rods, gleaming with the promise of pleasure and knowledge.
Without hesitation, the sisters each took their place, inserting the rods into their most intimate openings, feeling the cool metal slide into them with a sense of inevitability. The headsets clicked into place, and the world around them faded into darkness. The rods sprang to life, vibrating with a power that resonated through their bodies. The pleasure was instant, a shockwave that made them all buck and moan as the alien technology claimed them completely.
Jennifer’s climax washed over her like a tidal wave, her pussy clenching around the invading rod, her juices spraying across the floor. As she rode the waves of ecstasy, images of Bentusi culture and language flooded her mind. It was as if she were drowning in a sea of knowledge, each orgasm bringing her closer to understanding her new purpose. And then the visions changed, revealing to her the secrets of the Mech suits, the powerful machines of war that would be her partners in the coming battles. She saw herself within one, the curves of her new body mirrored in the sleek, sexy lines of the machine, the weapons at her command an extension of her own power.
The pleasure grew more intense as the knowledge poured into her, her body responding in kind. Each spasm brought with it a deeper understanding of the universe and her place within it. The rods within her pulsed in time with her heartbeat, filling her with an energy that was both seductive and overwhelming. She knew that she was ready, that she had been born for this moment.
The room echoed with the cries of the sisters as they reached their peak, their bodies convulsing with the force of alien technology. And as they collapsed, spent and trembling, they knew that they had been forever changed. They were no longer just the daughters of Brookwood; they were the vanguard of a new era, ready to face whatever the galaxy had in store for them. Lila looked at her daughters with a mix of pride and anticipation. “You are ready,” she said, her voice resonating with the authority of her new station. “You will be joined with the finest of our kind.”
The doors to the room slid open, and in walked ten male Bentusi lords, each one a towering figure of power and grace. Their muscular forms rippled with strength; their purple skin gleaming with an almost supernatural allure. And between their legs, the source of the daughters’ undoing: cocks that were fifteen inches long and covered in ridges, a weapon as much as a symbol of their fertility.
The girls stared, their mouths watering, their pussies quivering with need. The sight of such alien beauty, such raw masculinity, was intoxicating. Each one was paired with a lord, their eyes locking in a silent promise of love and dominance.
Jennifer looked up at her mother, her eyes glazed over with desire. “I need my husband now!” she yelled, the words coming to her in a burst of Bentusi language she had not known she knew. Lila’s smile grew wider, and with a nod, she set the marriage ceremony into motion.
The weddings were swift and to the point, a blend of human and Bentusi traditions that left the girls breathless. They were dressed in flowing robes that left little to the imagination, their new forms on full display for their mates. Each lord took his bride, their eyes never leaving hers, as if they had been waiting for this moment since the dawn of time.
The newlyweds retreated to their chambers; the air was thick with anticipation. The sexual binding ritual was about to begin, a sacred rite that would seal their union and unlock the full extent of their powers. Jenny looked into the eyes of her husband, Gengis, his gaze filled with a fiery passion that matched her own. Without a word, she straddled him, her pussy aching to be filled by his monstrous cock.
He entered her with a single, powerful thrust, and she screamed with pleasure. His ridges felt like they were carving a new path inside her, each stroke bringing her closer to the edge of sanity. The room was filled with the wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh, their bodies moving in a dance as old as the stars themselves. She could feel his seed building within him, a power that she craved more than anything she had ever known.
The night was a blur of passion and pain, each climax more intense than the last. Jenny’s pussy was stretched to the limits, her body releasing gallons of juices that only fueled her new husband’s insatiable appetite. The room was a whirlwind of limbs and moans, a testament to the strength of their bond.
As the last of the ritual orgasms subsided, they lay entwined, their breaths coming in ragged gasps. Jenny investigated Gengis’s eyes and knew that she had found her place in the universe. This alien creature, this lord of the Bentusi, was her other half. And together, they would fight for the fate of their people.
The sisters had become one with their mates, their hearts and souls forever linked. The house of Brookwood had been reborn into the stars, and the daughters of Lila were ready to face whatever the future held. The battles ahead would be fierce, but they had the power of the Bentusi within them, and the love of their mates to guide them. The stage was set for an epic saga that would echo through the cosmos.
The next day, the daughters, still reeling from the intensity of the transformation and the passion of the night before, were escorted to the space port. The sight that greeted them was awe-inspiring: ten mechs, each in a gantry, gleaming and powerful, waiting for their new pilots. The mechs were a blend of art and warfare, with curved lines that suggested both grace and lethality. The girls stared at the machines, their eyes wide with wonder and a hint of fear at the unknown.
Lila watched as her daughters approached the mechs, their bodies still flushed from the recent changes. She felt a twinge of sadness, knowing they would never be the same, but also fierce pride in the warriors they had become. As if on cue, the air was filled with the sound of heavy footsteps, and Charad, their father, appeared. He walked with the confidence of a man who had seen the edge of the universe and lived to tell the tale. He kissed Lila deeply, his hand sliding down to cup her pussy, causing her to moan.
The girls looked at their father with a mix of surprises and awe. Charad’s gaze swept over them, taking in their new forms before he addressed them. They all kneeled and raised their asses to the air as if for inspection, Jennifer did not know how she knew to do that, “You are the future,” he said, his voice booming with authority. “These mechs will be your partners in battle, an extension of your will and power. Each victory will bring you pleasure beyond measure, and with each kill, you will grow stronger.”
Jennifer stepped forward, her eyes on the mech she had chosen. She picked her customization which consisted of a sexy and powerful shape for her mech, giving it wide hips and breast. She picked gold and bronze for the color and large number of lasers and projectile weapons. She felt a strange mix of excitement and trepidation as she approached the cockpit. The interior was unlike anything she had ever seen, a sleek metal gel that molded to her body, caressing her in all the right places. Just then to phallic hoses entered her from behind in her ass and pussy with a loud pop and hiss and she instantly came harder than she ever did, with a flood of mech awareness flowing through her and she could hear the AI voice soothing her as it remotely fucked her with the hoses. soon the pleasure subsided, and Jennifer could feel the fluids in the suit that sprayed from her pussy and ass.
As the mech’s systems activated, she felt a rush of power, a symphony of sensation that was both overwhelming and exhilarating. She looked at her parents, her cheeks flushed with pleasure, and spoke in the Bentusi tongue, “Thank you, Mother, Father.”
Lila’s heart swelled with pride as she watched her daughters take to space in their new forms. The training was intense, the drones attacking with ferocity. But the sisters, fueled by the desire to protect their new family and the promise of ecstasy with each victory, tore through them with an ease that was unsettling. The mechs danced around the drones, their movements a ballet of death and desire. Each kill brought a scream of pleasure from the cockpits, echoing through the speakers on the command bridge. Their mother and father grinned out the screams of pleasure over the comms and Charad looked at Lila and grabbed her ass. She gasped and said, “If you’re not careful, you will end up with 10 daughters tonight”.
In the throes of battle, the girls discovered a new aspect of themselves, a primal instinct that craved the taste of victory and the feel of the mech’s power surging through them. The bond grew stronger with every drone destroyed, the mechs responding to their pilot’s needs with a symphony of pleasure.
The mechs returned to the ship, the hatches opening with a hiss that mirrored the sighs of their pilots. As the girls disembarked, their pussies and asses spurted out thick streams of cum, a sign of their successful training. The alarms blared, snapping them out of their sexual daze. Pluto’s orbit was no longer safe; the Reptoid fleet had arrived.
Lila’s face was a mix of fear and excitement as she relieved the news. “The Reptoids are here,” she said, her eyes alight with fierce determination. “We must prepare for battle.”
Jennifer felt a thrill run through her, a heady mix of fear and exhilaration. She turned to Gengis, her body still trembling from her recent orgasm. “I will make you proud,” she whispered, her voice thick with passion. Gengis nodded, his own desire to protect their new world palpable.
The sisters rushed to their chambers, where their Bentusi husbands awaited them. The need for rest and ravishment was as urgent as the call to arms. The air was thick with the scent of arousal as the couples embraced, their bodies entwined in a dance of love and war. The men took their wives with a fierceness that matched the impending battle, each thrust a promise of protection, each climax a declaration of unity. Hours later Jennifer was riding with her husband. The alarm to get to their mech sounded, and he kissed her husband, gave one last hard thrust onto his dick and made herself cum extremely hard, and removed his dick with a loud pop as her pussy was instinctively gripping as if it didn’t want to let go.
Moments later she was running alongside her sisters towards the mech bay. They had to refit their mechs for combat. The ship’s corridors buzzed with activity; the air charged with anticipation of the fight to come.
The mech bay was a flurry of movement as the priestesses made their final preparations. The hulking machines hummed with life, their weapons charging, their hulls gleaming. Each sister approached her mech, their hearts pounding coordinated with the engines’ rhythm. As they climbed into the cockpits, the mechs accepted them with a warm embrace. Jennifer did not hesitate to enter the suit cockpit, and it immediately entered her with its hoses and gave into the joining climax, she released at least a gallon of juices as her mech powered up. Jennifer’s mech reflected her own fiery spirit, adorned with gold and bronze that glinted in the harsh light. As she settled into the gel-like seat, the hoses plunged into her, filling her with a power that made her feel invincible. The joining climax was swift and intense, leaving her gasping for breath.
The mechs lurched forward, moving as one toward the airlock. The sisters’ eyes met for a moment; their thoughts were unspoken. This was it. They were the shield that stood between the Reptoids and the innocence of the galaxy. As the airlock doors hissed open, revealing the vastness of space, they took a collective breath and stepped into the unknown, ready to face the horrors that lay beyond.
Their mechs roared to life, the engines’ purr becoming a deafening crescendo as they shot out into the void. The stars above were a cold, uncaring witness to their valor. But the daughters of Brookwood felt no fear. They were warrior-priestesses now, their hearts beating in time with the Bentusi, their souls intertwined with the very essence of the cosmos. They were the vanguard of a new order, the guardians of love and life.
The battle was upon them, a swarm of Reptoid fighters closing in fast. The girls’ mechs responded instinctively, their movements a blur of grace and power. Each shot was a declaration of war, each hit a cry of defiance. And with every victory, the mechs rewarded them with a burst of pleasure that fueled their resolve.
The fight was fierce, a ballet of destruction that stretched across the solar system. The Reptoids were cunning and cruel, their ships like serpents in the sky. But the sisters, driven by their love for their new family and the promise of their union, fought with a ferocity that was unmatched.
As the first enemy ship exploded before her, the pleasure was so intense that Jenny’s vision blurred. Her pussy clamped down on the hose, her body shuddering with the force of the orgasm. She heard her sisters’ cries of triumph over the comms, their voices a symphony of passion and power. But the euphoria was short-lived. The space around her erupted in a blinding flash of light as a stray blast from the Reptoid Battlecruiser grazed her mech. The impact sent her spiraling through the void, the stars spinning sickeningly around her. The mech’s systems screamed in protest, and she felt a sudden, sharp pain as the power flickered and died. The gel that had cradled her body grew cold and unresponsive, the hoses retreating with a mournful hiss.
Her mind raced with panic as she saw her sister’s mechs streaking towards her, their forms a blur of color and light. But it was too late. A tractor beam latched onto her mech, pulling her inexorably towards the gaping maw of the enemy ship. Her heart pounded in her chest, the reality of her situation setting in. She was now the captive of the very creatures they had sworn to defeat.
Lila watched from the bridge, her heart in her throat, as the Reptoid ship swallowed her daughter whole and warped away in an instant. The air in the command center was thick with dread, the silence deafening. Her daughters’ screams echoed in her mind, a stark contrast to the quiet efficiency of the Bentusi around her. The pain of her loss was a living, breathing entity, threatening to consume her.
But she knew she could not give in to despair. Not yet. There was still a battle to be won, and the fate of the galaxy rested on their shoulders. With trembling hands, she barked out orders, her voice a mix of fear and resolve. The fleet had to push forward, had to destroy the Reptoids before they could recover from the initial onslaught. The battle raged on, the mechs cutting through the Reptoid fighters with a ferocity that was both terrifying and awe-inspiring. Each kill brought a new surge of power, a new reason to fight. But even as they tasted victory, the absence of Jenny was a gaping wound that could not be ignored.
Chapter 2
In the belly of the enemy ship, Jenny hung suspended in the dark, the cold metal of the airlock pressing against her naked skin. Her thoughts were a tumultuous storm of fear and anger, her body still humming with the aftershocks of her last climax. But as the lights flickered on, revealing the nightmarish forms of her captors, she knew that she had to survive. For her sisters. For her mother. For the love that had made her what she was.
The Reptoids approached, their eyes cold and calculating, their tongues flicking out to taste the air. They were monsters, but she was a warrior-priestess of the Bentusi. And she would not go quietly into the night. As they reached for her, she found a new strength, a resolve that burned hotter than any star. She would not be broken. She would not be used.
And with that, she opened her eyes and screamed, a sound that seemed to echo through the very fabric of the universe. The Reptoids stepped back, surprised by the ferocity of her response. But it was not the end. Jennifer felt a cold, scaly hand touched her cheek, and she jerked away with a snarl. The Reptoid doctor’s eyes narrowed, and he leaned in close. “You will learn to crave the touch of your new masters,” he hissed in her ear, his forked tongue flicking out to taste the fear on her skin. His breath was hot and acrid, and she could feel the heat of his body against hers. The very thought of his seed filling her made her stomach churn.
The Reptoids secured her to the table, her limbs stretched out to the four points of the compass. She struggled against the bonds, her newfound strength straining the metal, but it held fast. The room was cold, a stark contrast to the heat of her rage, and the light glinted off the chrome surfaces, blinding her as she searched for a way out.
The doctor’s voice grew softer, almost soothing, as he spoke again. “You were born to be ours,” he said, stroking her hair. “Your DNA is the key to our survival, a gift from the very beings who cast us out. We will take what is rightfully ours, and you will embrace your true nature.”
The chamber grew brighter, the light pulsing in time with her racing heart. The smell of the alien solution filled the air, thick and cloying, and she could feel the warmth of it as it began to flood the room. She was forced into what was a robotic and reptilian style pod that she knew was the Reptoid morphing chamber. She screamed “NO!!” But the slimy hatch sealed, and she could see out of the glass.
Her body tensed as the first of the Reptoids approached the glass of the pod, his reptile-like form twisted into a monstrous parody of the males she had once known. His cock, thick and scaled, grew before her eyes to at least two feet long, and she bared her teeth in defiance. But as the dark green solution began to wash over her and multiple slimy reptilian tubes penetrated her in her ass mouth and pussy, she felt something stir within her, something dark and primal. The pleasure grew, a siren’s call that she could not ignore, and she felt her body betray her as it arched towards the creature inside her.
The doctor’s hand stroked the morphing tank, his claws scratching enough to remind her of her vulnerability. “You will bear our young,” he whispered. “And together, we will conquer the galaxy.” The solution covered her, seeping into her pores, and she felt her body begin to change once again. The pain was unbearable, a white-hot agony that consumed her from within. Her skin grew hot, and she could feel the scales sprouting from her flesh, the transformation taking hold.
But amidst the pain, there was something else, something she had not expected. The love she had felt for her Bentusi husband, the bond she had shared with her sisters, it was all still there, a beacon of light in the dark. And she knew that she could not, would not, let the Reptoids take that from her.
With a roar of determination, she fought the changes, her will a force to be reckoned with. But the reptilian twisted morphing chamber pumped harder. Jennifer’s body writhed and contorted under the relentless onslaught of the Reptoid transformation. Each inch of her skin burned and itched as the scales emerged, her humanity slipping away like sand through an hourglass. Her eyes watered, and she gagged on the foulness filling her mouth as the alien DNA invaded her very essence. Yet, she could not silence the part of her that craved the power, the part that reveled in the pain as it morphed into something more... pleasurable. Her breathing grew ragged, the hisses and gurgles escaping her throat sounding more serpentine by the second. Her face morphed and grew scales all over it, but she became more beautiful than before. Her ears fell off to leave reptilian nubs with holes. Her hearing then increased to immense levels, as well as her sense of smell as her nose shrunk but kept a smaller form.
The pain grew, a crescendo that had no end, and she could feel her mind fogging. Her thoughts grew hazy, replaced by a primal need to survive, to become something more than she ever was. Her eyes grew heavy, and she felt the last of her humanity slipping away as the scales grew over her eyelids. The world went dark, and she felt the finality of the change taking hold.
Her breasts, once a symbol of her feminine allure, grew taut and scaly, the nipples standing out like emerald jewels against the dark green of her new skin. They ballooned up into cartoonish size but did not sag and maintained a firm bouncy property, as if defying gravity. The scales on her body shimmered, catching the harsh light of the chamber like a serpent basking in the sun. They expanded larger and larger, causing her to arch her back in sheer pain and ecstasy at the same time.
Her vision grew sharp, the world around her now a stark contrast of black and white, as if seen through the most advanced night-vision technology. Her eyes then turned bright red and reptile in shape to accommodate the change. Her heart raced, a drumbeat of fear and arousal that matched the tempo of the alien machinery that had claimed her. Her hair then fell out and, in its place, a strange ridge of small horns grew out of her scalp.
Her hips grew wider than ever, a grotesque parody of the seductive curves she once had. Her ass ballooned, the cheeks stretching and scaling until they were like two great hills, a testament to her new reptilian nature. The sensation was overwhelming, and she could not help but gasp as the changes continued. The feeling of the scales on her skin was foreign, yet it sent a thrill through her, making her pussy throb with a hunger she had never felt before. Then she felt her nails start to grow and grow leaving behind 6-inch razor sharp claws that glistened in the light, and the same happened to her toenails.
Her pussy had changed, too. The lips swelled, growing thicker and more pronounced, the clit now a shiny, scaled nub that begged for attention. Her mound was so large now that it was as if it was designed for something large to fit inside yet tightened even more inside. She felt a strange, almost intoxicating pleasure as the spikes that formed on her pussy rubbed against the metal of the chamber, the serrated edges sending shockwaves of sensation through her body. Her body quivered, and she could not hold back the scream that tore from her throat, a sound that was more reptile than human. And the last change, a small tail springing out above now ballooned and scaled ass.
And then it was done. The pain receded, leaving in its wake a strange sense of... completeness. She looked down at herself, her new body a blend of horror and beauty, and she felt a twisted sense of pride. She was no longer the girl from Brookwood, the quiet girl with the green thumb. She was a weapon, a creature of war, a tool of the Reptoids.
As the fog lifted from her mind, the guilt crushed her. The bond she had shared with her Bentusi husband, the love she had for her mother and sisters, it was all a lie now. She had become the very thing against which they had fought. Yet, she could not deny the power that surged through her veins, the strength that pulsed in her muscles.
With a final, desperate heave, she broke free of the chamber, her body a symphony of pain and pleasure. The reptilian hoses gurgling and popping as they snapped out of her new reptilian pussy and ass. She stood tall, her eyes gleaming with a reptilian hunger. She was a warrior now, a creature of the night, and she would not be controlled.
The room was silent, the air thick with the scent of alien bodily fluids and fear. The Reptoid doctor stared at her, his eyes wide with surprise and a hint of respect. “You survived,” he murmured, his forked tongue flicking out to taste the air. “You are indeed the one we have been searching for.” Jennifer’s heart raced, her mind a whirlwind of emotions. She knew what she had to do. With a snarl, she lunged at her captor, her new body moving with grace and speed she had never known. The fight was on, and she was determined to show the Reptoids that she would not be theirs.
The doctor stepped back, surprised by her ferocity, but the guards were ready. They surged forward, their scaled bodies glinting in the harsh light, their eyes cold and unblinking. She fought them with everything she had, her newfound strength and agility allowing her to dodge and weave through their blows. Her claws slashed and tore, leaving deep gashes in their flesh that spurted greenish blood.
But there were too many, and she was too new to her reptilian form. They overpowered her, and she was dragged back to the chamber, her body trembling with the effort of her struggle. The doctor looked down at her, his eyes gleaming with victory. “You will learn,” he said, “to serve your new masters.”
And with that, he attached the headset to her scaly skull, and a metallic 2-foot-long phalluses to her now-receptive orifices. The Reptoid scientist slammed the phallus into her gushing reptilian pussy, she felt the tightness, but not pain, only accepting pleasure and she roared and hissed in bliss. It then began to pump and vibrate insider her. The scientist started smiling saying “Good, accept the pleasure.” As the alien language filled her mind, she felt the rage of the Reptoids, their hunger for power, their contempt for the soft, weak Bentusi that betrayed them. It was a torrent of darkness that threatened to drown her, to consume her. Yet amidst it all, she clung to the love she had known, the bond she had shared with her Bentusi husband, her mother, and sisters. The visions grew more intense, a montage of battles and conquests, of a planet torn apart by war. She saw the Reptoids, cast out and left to die, their rage a living, breathing entity that had fueled their rise to power. And she understood, with cold clarity, why they sought to destroy the Bentusi. They were the embodiment of everything they had lost.
But as the green fluid filled her from the rod, and her body convulsed in pleasure, she realized something else. The Bentusi had never been the benevolent guardians they claimed to be. They had used her, used her love, her purity, to create a weapon. And now she was that weapon, torn between two worlds, two destinies.
As the climax tore through her, she felt the final piece of her transformation click into place. She gushed three to four gallons of green juices onto the floor. Her now ridged and spiked reptilian labia quivered in pleasure. The scales of doubt slithered away, leaving behind a creature of pure purpose. She was no longer just Jennifer from Brookwood. She was a warrior, a priestess of the Bentusi, a weapon of the Reptoids.
And as she lay there, her body still trembling with the aftershocks of her transformation, she knew that she could no longer stand idly by. She would fight, not just for the love she had lost, but for the truth she had found. For the galaxy was a tapestry of deceit and power, and she would not be a pawn in their game. She would be the one to tear it apart.
She awoke unbound in a dark room, the memories rushed into her of the last few days. She was now a Reptoid Viper, a female warrior. But something felt off, she still maintained he Bentusi identify. The brainwashing had not fully worked on her. But now she would have to put that aside and pretend to be fully Reptoid if she ever wanted to escape. She would have to lie. With the new sensation of her ballooned and enhanced Reptoid body, it should not be hard to do. She stood up and walked over and investigated a reflective wall. What looked back at her was something to awe. She was now a ballooned and hyper sexualized Reptoid version of her former self. She was immediately aroused by just looking at herself and started gyrating and touching herself all over her new scaled body, hissing with her forked long tongue lashing out like a snake. She thought to herself, they might just break me by giving her the enhanced Reptoid body, but her mind played both sides and kept touching every inch of her body. Her clawed hand finally touched her wet scaled thick pussy, and she instantly came hard and spray juices across the room. She roared violently at the sensation. She then recovered and thought to herself, this is going to be hard to resist.
Then the door opened and the doctor and another large male Reptoid entered. He saw the juices all over the wall and floor and smiled. He said, “it seems you are liking your new body.” She nodded and hissed at him. She then had the urge to turn around and kneel on both knees with her ass up and did it as not to give away that she was till herself. “Goood the doctor hissed.” You are ready for Reptoid bonding and copulation.”
The doctor leaned down, his forked tongue flicking out to taste the air around her. “Your transformation is... successful,” he said with a note of surprise in his voice. “But the bonding... it is not complete.” Jennifer pushed her ass up even more, her new tail swiping the floor with a wet smack. “What do you mean?” she hissed, her voice a seductive blend of human and reptilian. “You must mate with a true Reptoid,” the doctor explained, “To fully embrace your new identity. Only then can you become a true weapon for our cause.” The thought of mating one of these creatures filled her with a mix of revulsion and an undeniable, burning lust. But she knew it was unavoidable if she were to maintain her cover. She nodded, a plan forming in her mind. The male Reptoid stepped forward, his cock still engorged and dripping with cum. He grabbed her by the neck, his grip firm but not painful. He was surprisingly gentle for a creature of his size and power. He led her to another chamber; one filled with the cries and moans of other females in the throes of their own bonding rituals. The walls were slick with the evidence of their passion, and the air was thick with the musk of arousal.
Jennifer felt her body responding to the scene before her, her new reptilian instincts taking over. She allowed herself to be led, her thoughts racing as she searched for a way out of this nightmare. But she knew that she had to bid her time, to play the role until she could find a way to escape.
In the chamber, she was positioned on a stone slab, her legs spread wide. The male mounted her, his massive cock sliding into her waiting pussy with ease. She bit her forked tongue to keep from roaring. The sensation was like nothing she had ever felt before. The scales inside her vagina rubbed against the alien flesh, sending waves of pleasure through her that were so intense she thought she might pass out. She had to remind herself to stay present, to keep her wits about her, as the male Reptoid thrust into her with a rhythm that shook the very room. His claws dug into her hips, leaving little half-moons of blood that she felt but could not process through the haze of lust. She thought it was pain but instead she gasped as sparkles and rainbows erupted in her mind and body. She could not believe the ecstasy. The male warrior pumped back and forth with ease as her new modified reptilian pussy lubed and lathered and expanded for every push. He then climaxed at least two bucket loads of lizard cum into her and it set off her massive orgasm, and the rainbows, sparkles and fireworks all went off in her mind and body, and she gushed at least 4 buckets of her own juices. Her own orgasm built, her body spasming as he filled her completely. She felt the warmth of his seed deep within her, and with it a strange, alien warmth spread through her body. It was as if she was being claimed, marked as his own.
When it was over, she lay there panting, her body still pulsing with the aftershocks of pleasure. She lay there satisfied, and guilty that she loved it so much, she loved this new body. The male withdrew and stepped back, his eyes on her with something like satisfaction. The doctor approached; his expression unreadable. “You are now one of us,” he said, his tongue flicking out again. “Your training begins tomorrow.” But she did not forget her mission. no matter how long it took or what she had to do, to eventually escape.
Jennifer nodded, her thoughts racing. She had to keep her identity hidden, to use this new body and its power to her advantage. As she was led away, she made a silent vow. She would learn all she could, become the perfect Reptoid Viper, and then, when the time was right, she would strike. For her love, for her family, and for the truth.
The training was brutal, but she threw herself into it with a ferocity that surprised even the Reptoids. She learned to control her new form, her tail lashing out with deadly precision, her claws tearing through metal and flesh with ease. Her mind was a battleground, torn between the love she had known and the lust that her new body craved. Each night, she was brought to the mating chamber, forced to bond with male after male. It was a never-ending cycle of pleasure and pain, but she took it all in stride. She had to, for the sake of her mission.
As the days turned to weeks, she began to feel the changes within her. Her thoughts grew colder, more calculating. But she never forgot who she was. And she never forgot her purpose. The Reptoids thought they had her, thought they had broken her, but they were wrong. Jennifer of Brookwood was not so easily swayed.
One day, during her combat training, the doctor approached her with a gleam in his eye. “Viper Commander, it’s time you saw the fruits of our labor.” He led her through the bowels of the battle barge, deep into a chamber where a secret project was waiting. It was a mech, but not like any she had seen before. It was a twisted, sexualized version of herself, all scales, claws, and teeth. The visual of it made her pussy start to drip and her forked tongue start thrashing along with her tale. She spoke in her snake like a hissing seductive Reptoid voice she now had. “Sssssss, whatsss issssss thisssssss SSssssss?” Her heart raced as she took it in, her new body responding in ways she did not fully understand. “This,” the doctor hissed, “is your new weapon.” The doctor answered, “it is your old mech, modified and the AI twisted with Reptoid technology and carnal knowledge now.”
Jennifer stepped closer, her forked tongue tasting the air. The mech was a masterpiece of Reptoid engineering, a blend of technology and biology that made her skin crawl. But she knew she had to play along. With a grace that defied her proportions, she slithered up the ramp and into the cockpit. The moment she contacted the bio-gel, the mech’s systems came alive. She entered slowing, in seductive slithering movement while touching the lining of the cockpit. As with instinct she laid in the cockpit bed and immediately the screen lit up red and the power plant roared with a reptile like sound and the reptilian hoses jetted out and slammed into her throbbing ass and pussy. She screamed in pain and ecstasy at the same time as the ground crew watched and slithered below. The entirety of the universe slammed into her mind and all the super nova energy exploded into her body and mind. She came at a level unseen, and at least ten buckets of her juice sprayed the entire cockpit, as the melding process ended. The universe itself seemed to pulse through her, the power of the stars at her fingertips. And with it, the promise of unimaginable ecstasy for every Bentusi she killed.
The AI voice in her head was a seductive whisper, speaking in the Reptoid tongue. She had never heard of it before, but she understood it now. It spoke of her purpose; of the destruction she would wreak upon her former kin. It whispered of the rewards that awaited her, the endless orgasms she would experience with each victory. But Jennifer knew she had to resist. This mech, this abomination, was her ticket out of here. It was her way to strike back, to show the Bentusi that not all hope was lost.
With a deep breath, she embraced her new form fully. The guilt and fear fell away, replaced by a cold, steely resolve. She was no longer just a pawn in the game of the cosmos. She was a player, a queen with the power to turn the tide of war. And she would use it wisely. The first chance she got, she would steal this mech and flee to Bentusi space. She would show them the truth, that there was a way to fight back. And together, they would create a new breed, a breed that would know love and lust, power, and compassion. A breed that would bring peace to the galaxy.
The doctor watched her, his eyes gleaming. “You see, you are one of us now,” he hissed. But Jennifer knew better. She was something more. And when she broke free, the Reptoids would regret ever laying their scales on her. She would escape and help make a sub race of good Reptoids that would work alongside the Bentusi. She would provide new Reptoid female warriors that would breed with the Bentusi men. Of course, some DNA modifications would be needed to the males to be able to satisfy the new hyper sexed Reptoid hybrid females, but that would come later.
Jennifer stumbled out of the mech after her combat training session; her legs were wobbly from the overwhelming pleasure. She felt... different. Her body was pulsing with a new, alien energy, and she could feel her eggs within her, ripe and eager for fertilization. But soon she felt energized and ready for impregnation. She could not help it. She needed it and the Reptoid instinct took over. She felt it, she had no choice but to give into her need to be impregnated. She attacked the male Reptoid, a needle like appendage sprang out of her tail that she never knew she had, as if the mech suit activated a more animal instinct in her. Her tail as if by itself stabbed into the mail Reptoid’s chest and started pumping, cumming its venom into him, she roared in pure bliss and she felt as if she was dumping her type of seed into him. he became limp and his eyes glazed, and his dick expanded instantly and beyond its limit to four feet long and one foot of girth. She snarled greedily and reversed straddled the zombie like mail and slammed his overextend cock into her own throbbing Reptoid pussy. She climaxed instantly as he entered her, she did not hesitate in slamming it into herself up and down, each thrust a climax. She gushed and gushed green clear lube, and soon felt the comatose male was about to release, and once he did, she felt every ounce of his fluid passing into her convulsing pussy accepting it. She hissed and roared across the entire ship. She could feel each individual egg inside her being fertilized and with a pop of pleasure in a row as each one was fully fertilized. She stood up fully dazed and satisfied and looked down at the stirring Reptoid male starting to gain back his senses. She snarled at him and in a deep seductive Reptoid hiss, she said “Sssssss Thaaanksss Yousss, Yourss Ssssseeeedd. hasssss Been Acssssepted”.
Her escape plan had to be set in motion now. Two weeks had passed, and the swelling of her stomach was undeniable. She could feel life growing inside her, the beginnings of a new breed, a blend of Bentusi and Reptoid. It was a strange and powerful feeling, one that filled her with a mix of fear and excitement. The bond with her unborn daughters grew stronger with each passing day, and she knew she had to get them to the Bentusi before it was too late.
The moment of truth arrived, and she climbed into the mech for a standard training session, her heart racing. The doctor’s voice crackled over the intercom, oblivious to the tumult within her. “Begin the training simulation,” he ordered, and she knew that this was her chance. She powered up the systems, her body already anticipating the euphoric rush that came with it. The cockpit enveloped her, the hoses burrowed deep, and she let out a guttural moan as the mech came to life around her. The AI whispered sweet nothings of destruction in her ear, but she had other plans.
The moment the mech was fully operational, she struck. With fierce determination, she tore through the training drones, the thrill of the fight sending her into a sexual frenzy. The AI protested, but she had the upper hand. She had memorized the Bentusi override code, and with a snarl, she recited it, feeling the machine’s systems bend to her will. The cockpit lights flickered, and the AI’s seductive whispers turned to a whine of submission. The mech trembled, and she knew she had it.
Her stomach lurched as she hurtled towards the jump point. The Reptoids had caught on, and two fighters were on her tail. She could feel their malicious intent, but she was fueled by a mother’s instinct. Her new clawed hands flew over the controls, and she fired the mech’s energy weapons. The fighters exploded in a shower of sparks and debris, and she felt primal satisfaction deep within her. Her babies are safe, for now.
With the jump drives spooled up, she took a deep breath and engaged the engines. The space around her warped and stretched, the stars becoming a kaleidoscope of color and light. The transition was rough, her body slammed into the mech’s gel-filled embrace, but she held on. And just like that, she was in Bentusi space.