Pegrason Story: Encountering Change Chapter 2

Though it is not explicitly stated this chapter is set some time after Chapter 1 and Julia/Fush has been able to rise in status to becoming a slaveress herself with all the opportunities that provides. There is a delicious irony in her now transforming human women. The repetition of many of the phrases show the fact that these chapters were initially separate stories.

Encountering Change
by Tang.

Chapter 2.
Ellen was driving along a deserted road late one night. Suddenly the road ahead was flooded by bright lights shining from the sky. She was dazzled and slammed on the brakes to stop herself crashing. A strange craft slowly landed in the road in front of her car. Suddenly a beam of purple light swept out from the craft. As it swept over her Ellen suddenly felt very tired and everything faded.


Ellen awoke in a brightly lit cell. It was fronted by a transparent door. As her mind cleared she realised that she must have been abducted by aliens. She went to the door and looked out. Outside was a robot, which looked like a bald human woman coated in black glossy plastic. She could see aliens moving around. Their skin was black and shiny, their ears pointed. She could hear them speaking in the clicks and purrs. Occasionally she would see other creatures led on leashes behind their owners like pets; one was led out from the cell next to Ellen's. She was dressed in clinging glossy boots which stretched over her knee, matching glossy cycling shorts which clung to her bum and thighs and the matching top in which her breasts rose hard into the shine. Her skin was chocolate brown, shiny like her clothes. Her eyes were almond shaped, her tongue pointed. Her hair was black, long thick cords of it stretched down her back.

Suddenly Ellen heard the panel in front of her buzz and began to slide open. She jumped back from it. She saw one of the aliens coming into her cell flanked by two of the androids. Ellen stood entranced, her breath coming in brief pants. She could not look away from the alien. More than that Ellen felt aroused by what she saw. The alien was humanoid, about Ellen's height and clearly female. She moved with a feline grace that Ellen both envied and was excited by. She wore blue skin-tight rubber, a catsuit, a long matching cloak and thigh length boots. This second shiny skin showed off all the contours of her body, her firm breasts and pert bum transformed into slippery hemispheres. Ellen's body shuddered with a thrill as she realised the alien was coming towards her. Ellen was frozen to the spot as the alien strutted on her high sharp heels, the rubber rippling and squealing as she moved closer to Ellen.

"I am Fush." The alien said simply. She reached out and grasped Ellen's chin. She wore long gloves stretching to her elbows. The gloss covered fingers stroked Ellen's face as if she were a pet, as they did Ellen felt her body tingle. She had no urge to escape, no will power left to break away.

The alien gently ran her fingers down the side of Ellen's blouse and skirt, the material parted where she touched and the clothes fell away. She cupped Ellen's breasts and her bra crumbled leaving the glossy fingers stimulating her nipples which rose quickly in response. The alien seemed pleased by Ellen's passivity and how her body behaved to the touches of her glossed hands.

"I thought you would become an android, but seeing how malleable and servile you are it would be a shame to waste you. You will become a sex-pet. It will not take long to change you into something a little more suitable."

"Yes, mistress." Ellen responded automatically.

"As a pet there is no need for speech."

Ellen said nothing more, she felt confused and powerless to think clearly.
"Bring gloss for this pet." Fush ordered and one of the androids hurried off returning moments with the glossy rubber clothes Ellen had seen on the other aliens, the ones she now knew were sex-pets, wearing. Fush put down the long boots and held up the glossy shorts and top.
Ellen could not look away from the rubber. She felt a thrill to think that all she had to do was accept it and she could ease her body into slippery gloss. She found it difficult to imagine herself wearing something so erotic, parading her body clear for all to see, coated in the shine.
"Let yourself go, ease into it. Feel it caress every part of your body." Fush said seductively.
Ellen was sweating and panting heavily. As she listened to Fush's softly spoken words she found her body taking over, impatient to slide into the slippery second skin.
"It is yours, put it on, let yourself become an erotic creature."
Ellen realised what Fush was saying, wearing the clothes and boots she would not simply look erotic she would be changed into an alien pet. The thought shot through her body. Her skin was slick with sweat, her breasts were hard and shiny, her cunt loose and hungry. Ellen could not stop herself, she took the few steps to the gloss and reached out and touched it. She let out a loud moan, oblivious as the sensation swept her.

Ellen knew nothing could stop her from easing into the glossy clothes. “Yes, yess.”

She snatched at the rubber shorts and stepped into them, the slid quickly up her thighs and she sighed as they slipped into place coating her bum and thigh tops in the shine. The crotch was open and she had to resist pushing her fingers into herself to satiate the sexual hunger. She grabbed for the top, pulling it on quickly. Her arms slid along the sleeves and her head emerged from it. Her breasts were straining against the rubber, the nipples prominent. Her midriff between the top and the shorts was bare. She then walked to the boots and eased first one leg and then the other into them. They reached over her knee, clinging to her legs as the other clothes clung to the rest of her body.

“Excellent.” Fush said. “Now the final change. You will come to me when you are ready.”

Fush stepped from the room, the door closed and changed from transparent to opaque.

Ellen stood in the room, confused, she felt a sexual thrill, but something was holding her back, telling her the process was not yet complete. Suddenly the light in the room turned to purple. Ellen struggled to think clearly, but the light was soothing and relaxing, she felt her concerns fading away, slowly it became difficult for her to remember what she was concerned about. Slowly she felt her will fading, she felt no resistance to what her mistress told her, why should there be, she was not concerned with that just with sleeping, eating, mating. Her character began to change, her will quickly began to dissolve and even though she knew that the thoughts were being planted there the experience was genuine, they became as her own thoughts. Increasingly her curiosity, her initiative became buried below the urge that felt like a sexual arousal, which was sexual. Uncontrollably her body began to change, her skin darkened, her ears became more pointed and she began to relax into a new pattern as her mind was delicately but deeply changed. Soon she was unaware that she had thought any differently, she was just concerned with being sexy and enjoying herself. She was eager to show off her sexy, shapely body.

“This the bit I like, when they just pass the turning point, they fall silent in confusion and then begin to purr as they assume their new identity.” Fush said to herself.

It was too late, Ellen was already relaxing, already beginning to be changed. She writhed in the bright light as her body was pleasured all over. She did not say anything, just sighed and moaned, as she became a new creature, a nubile she lost her power of speech. Ellen's skin darkened and took on a shine. Her hair seemed to be growing, gathering into slippery cords. Her face was changing. Her eyes were becoming more oval shape as she became less and less human and more a nubile. Her personality was changing too, she was becoming servile and obedient, her body and mind obsessed with sex. Her breasts became firm and large. She reached for them and her clit, now both very sensitive to touch, easily excited. Ellen could no longer remember her past only a delight in her slinky body and being with the others, her name was something to summon her nothing more was needed. She began to purr.

Then the light faded. The glass door slid open and she sauntered out, the transformation was complete, but she was unaware of any change. She stood together, with the others, completely transformed unaware that they had ever been human. The new nubile stepped out, oblivious of its former existence.

The nubile stopped and began purring, then began stroking its across its fingers slippery skin, enjoying the sensation. Ellen had wondered what it would feel like to be transformed to become such a sexual creature, now she knew. As a nubile she stroked her rubber clad body swaying and panting with the pleasure, sighing and groaning like the sexual pet she was as she touched her sensitive, aroused body.

“Xantesh.” Fush said. “Excellent.”

Xantesh focused on her mistress. She stretched her shapely body with feline ease. As she did she felt the long thick cords of her hair moving across her back. The sensation alerted her to the fact she had changed. She slowly stood up and walked over to the mirror. Her breasts felt firm. She stood in front of the mirrored door of a chamber. Her skin was chocolate coloured, almost as shiny as the clothes she wore. She looked at her face, framed by a mane of thick hair and barely recognised it. Her eyes were slanted, almond shaped, her ears pointed. As she licked her full lips, Xantesh noticed her tongue was pointed, she tried to speak, but all that came was a purr. As it dawned on her what had happened Xantesh’s clitoris rose erect. She realised her body had yielded, she had been changed. It was irreversible, she was now an alien creature, she was a nubile. She was a sex-toy, a plaything of her mistress. Now she could not stop herself reaching her gloss covered fingers to stroke her clit and moaned with the pleasure.

Fush entered the chamber, she was pleased to see that Ellen had truly become Xantesh, she took a collar and a leash and locked the collar around Xantesh's neck. Xantesh purred like the sexual animal she was, delighting in her eroticism and Fush's ownership of her.