Body Shifter's Universe


The Vegas Strain, Part 2


by: Seraglio



	“Don’t change! Don’t change!” Trina had been pulled
over on a deserted stretch of highway going through Nevada,
but she wouldn’t take any chances. Not all humans knew
about, or believed in Bodyshifters, and Trina thought
it best to keep a low profile.
	The state patrolman had stopped her driving one of the many cars her harem shared, but to her knowledge she hadn’t broken any laws.

	“Ma’am, I’m gonna need to see your license and registration.” He was a grizzled, fiftyish human with a scarred, weathered face. But it had been days since Trina had been fucked, and she felt a deep twist of hunger in her pussy. Low profile... she mustn’t let her nymphomania show. She mustn't start changing shape either. For her, it was so easy to spontaneously shift her hair color when distracted. Don’t do it... Don’t do it... don’t change haircolor.
	She gulped as the Trooper examined the well-forged fake I.D. That many Shifters had learned to duplicate and sell illegally.

“Ma’am, now the reason I stopped you is... is... your...
uh...” Trina concentrated, she was not changing! Her color
would not change! Same color! She was a pleasant honey blonde! No changes! Thanks to her mutations, constant effort would be needed to restrain her rampant shifting abilities! 
	Trina’s eyes closed as the officer studied her.... her
tank-top. The perfect handful D -cup orbs began to perk up, then puff outwards. Her boobs they, they were getting bigger! Trina was oblivious to the Trooper’s stammerings as she unwittingly allowed her bust to throb and pulse and grow. Five inches her breasts jutted forward... Then
seven, as they spilled outwards and down with increasing girth and womanly ripeness. Onward, from mere grapefruit size, inch -after-busty inch... onward to a cushiony girth large enough to contain her own head. Only then did she realize what she’d done! In her attempts to keep her hair from changing shade, she had become totally distracted! Her protean body responded to her arousal by enlarging her boobs! Maybe she could make this work.

	“I’ll do ANYTHING to avoid trouble
officer...ANYTHING...” Trina purred. A vein in the human’s
neck began to throb, he seemed... tense.

“Ah’m gonna have to ask you to step out of the car, Miss.”

	But when Trina did, her clothing vanished and she
covered her skin with a glistening, aphrodisiac body oil
that could arouse a man by touch alone. She arched her
back, pressing her outrageous breasts against his uniformed
chest, panting with husky abandon. The human hesitated, as
if struggling with himself. Trina surrendered to her instincts screaming at her to fuck this man, all men. She thrust her breasts against his mouth, and heard his moan of release.
	The highways in Nevada can be some of the loneliest in the country, and the Trooper’s body quivered as he prepared to take advantage of this fact. Trina moaned with delirium as she felt the officer’s cock pressing against her womanly wetness. Mmmhhh.... over ten inches... probably did have Shifters wherever he came from.
	How long before this man became immobilized with a
gigantic cock and a Shifter took over his post? Sooner rather
than later, Trina knew, as her pussy bathed his cock in exotic
hormones that would boost his virility to superhuman levels.
As the mating couple rutted against the windows of her car, Trina hoped that human males never learned that it was
impossible to quench sexual desire with a Shifter. Once a
man has penetrated her, or drank from her breasts, his libido and potency will climb ever higher. She wanted men to fuck her, thinking they would relieve their male urges,  because once he did, the need to fuck her again would be greater! And when he gave in, he would only be more virile still, each new fucking would provide successively more nourishment for her! Shifters everywhere depended on this cycle of escalating temptation to thrive.
	But her instincts still gave her a sense of loyalty to
her original master, the sire of her lineage. But a part of her was torn between instinctual loyalty and her fiery craving to seduce a man of her own, captivating him with her pussy and addicting him to her milk until the compulsion to force her to bear his seed totally consumed him! 
	Ohhh, but that felt good! The Trooper exploded into
her womb far faster than she imagined possible, and she was
deluged with light-hearted bliss as her body absorbed the
precious DNA that she needed to grow and heal and breed. White-hot pleasure pulsed through the fiber of her being –  It was a rush of electric delight that spread and multiplied through her body like an echo of paradise. It was the sensation that a Shifter lived for –  She could survive any trauma, recover from any hardship, surmount any challenge, if only a man fucked his sperm into her.

	“Just..wanted...to tell her.... tail light... out...” moaned the exhausted officer as he slid into gratified sleep with his pants open, as the car sped away.

					
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	It was easy to spot a town where the Shifters had taken control, and Brittany’s progeny hadn’t been shy about their place of origin, so Trina was able to find the Las Vegas suburb without difficulty. All along the sidewalks busty women of ravishing beauty strolled, chatted on cellphones,
or with each other. A group of female construction workers
walked through a fence to a construction site, wearing booty-shorts and tank-tops that exposed hefty boobs and erect nipples. Trina noticed that there were no men. No children.
Just dozens of incredibly busty women no older than thirty.
Trina realized she would fit in here, so what if she revealed
herself as a Shifter... looked like... nothing but Shifters!
	She soon checked into a hotel, she had a lot of questions about the new strain of Shifter, and might need to
stay in town for awhile. The receptionist was as bright and chipper as could be expected, but her bustline was far larger than normal for most human women in the workforce. The acres of cleavage displayed would have invited a man to plunge into her mammalian depths.
	Rather than old, plump matrons working as maids, the rooms were cleaned by an exceptionally large staff of busty supermodels wearing scandalously short french-maid costumes.  The hotel looked like some sort of fetish-palace in a porn-movie. Trina smiled as a porter carried up her luggage. Hmm...the Porter.... oh yes, he was human! She could smell his sperm! Trina’s pussy clenched and drenched with renewed sexual craving. 
	As her luggage was carried to the elevator, Trina could see an opened door to a staff lounge, where a lone man,
probably a junior manager was being surrounded by voluptuous Shifter-maids. They were plastering the twenty-something dark-haired guy with passionate kisses, and Trina could tell from the bliss of his expression that he was close to surrender. More maids were queuing up outside the room, like sharks smelling blood in the water, they knew that his resistance was failing, and wanted a piece of the action. Maid costumes melted away into voluptuous female nudity as the moaning junior manager was borne to the ground by kissing lips, groping hands, and promises of pleasure.
	Trina knew that once the manager of a business or
institution surrendered to the pleasure of his Shifter harem,
the rest of the organization would soon follow. A lot of
times Shifter amnesty would be approved right away, and the men in the office would find themselves surrounded by
ravishing beauties far friendlier than their wives or girlfriends. It would only be a matter of time before they
started fucking their newly-female coworkers on a regular
basis, until there were enough Shifters to replace them, and
they too surrendered to the pleasure – to spend the rest of
their days sucking Shifter nipples and fucking Shifter
pussy. Female human employees would have to take drastic
paycuts if they wanted to stay on. How she craved a man that
would succumb to the joys SHE could provide!
	Another hotel suite had the door wide open, and a
wealthy business traveler lay sprawled on a bed, briefcase
discarded as several maids ravished him. All were nude save
for black high-heels and little lacy french-maid bonnets. One
rode the man’s cock with passionate abandon. A second
took the man’s hand and compelled him to grope her ginormous tits, belly, and hot, wet pussy.

	“Excellent...customer... service...” the business traveler gurgled amidst throaty moans and squeals of feminine delight. Trina giggled.

	Her own room was next, she unlocked it with the key as the Porter carried in her suitcases. Trina closed the door
with her foot, her clothing vanished back into her body as
she enlarged her boobs into round, quart-sized sex-pillows,
cradling her jiggly burden and raising them to the face of the
blushing, young male Porter.
	
	“Well don’t just stand there! Give me a hand with
these!” Trina ordered playfully as the Porter’s eyes squeezed
shut with longing. He was a light coffee-skinned, dark-haired youth, probably of some Middle-Eastern extraction and
she knew his surrender was near.

	“Ohhhh... you’re a big boy!” He had gone to great
effort to build a sheathe to hold down a thirteen-inch mightily erect cock! “Oh no baby, you shouldn’t even be in
work!”

“Must...work...”

	“Oh sweetie, come here, my pussy will make it all better.” She smothered him in boobs, and feeling his muscles
tense, Trina knew she had pushed him to the breaking point- where he had to have her, had to fuck her. Even if he knew, even if he understood that sex with Shifters would only make his already thirteen-inch manhood even larger, the urge for sex would keep growing to match! He thrust her to the bed with a half moan-grunt. And Trina spread her legs happily.
Her Shifter hormones would inflame his virility and dick-
size further, and she relished the super-human cock that was
about to ream her. 
	His dick slid hard and deep within her with one mighty thrust. Trina writhed in delight; any Shifter would love a chance at a pre-enhanced cock life this. The idea that SHE might be the one to ultimately seduce him, to inflame his male lusts to the point of his total surrender... it would be a tremendous point of pride and affirmation – to be seeded and breed a harem with a man that had been reluctant so far.
	Trina knew that the seduction had not ended simply
because this kid had allowed himself to fuck her – She wanted him addicted to her! Using a trick inherited from three generations ago, Trina grew a tongue inside her pussy, and the Porter gurgled his delight from the sensation of a good missionary screw combined with a simultaneous blow-job. He had pinned her to the bed by her wrists as he ravished her. Trina grew extra arms and pinched his nipples,
causing him to moan as his eyes rolled back into his head with the pleasure.
	Without intending it, her skin color had deepened to
the same light-coffee shade, exactly matching that of her
mate, he opened his eyes to gaze on her, and found that her eyes were rapidly shifting - a radiant spectrum of colors in
a hypnotic blur, a move most other Shifters could never
precisely duplicate the same way Trina could.
	The youth forgot himself long enough for three
spectacular fuckings, blasting sperm-jet after sperm-jet into
her ripe and ready womb. Renewed life and health coursed through Trina, but she tried not to give in to her own sperm-feeding ecstasy, this man was not yet hers.

	“Fuck me more; ooohhhh... I don’t even need luggage really. Just brought it.... in the hope.... of meeting a man... a nice, strong man just like you.... just like you...” His ego stroked, the Porter grunted as Trina rolled her naked pussy before him. He had been about to leave, he had pulled out of her – but Trina wanted more! 
	“Can't leave... I want you, I need you. I love your lust! Your male lust! You are a man, you are the aggressor, the conqueror!” Trina snarled, curling her lips as she riveted him with her gaze.
	“Capture me, conquer me for your delight! I am for you, I am the vessel for your male pleasure! “ Her legs spread wide, she raised her hips to expose the lurid nudity of her naked cunt to him, waving it in a circle before him, flaunting her sweat-drenched nymphomania.
	“You deserve the chance to spread your seed, you deserve gratification. And I crave you, hunger for you... TAKE ME! Empty your passion, your desire into my loins, Force your seed into me!” Yes, that did it – she had read his mood and desires correctly.
	Succumbing to his urges and her encouragement, he seized her hips and pounded her hot snatch, aggressively, selfishly, determined to cum – it was heaven to a Shifter! Her pussy gripped his shaft with a tight, sexy pressure but still, when his cock exploded inside her again, the tingles of electric delight that burned all over her body were too much for her to remain conscious. Still, she passed out with his manmeat drilling her womb with snarling, ass-clenching abandon, and couldn't be sure how long it lasted, how long he ravished her. With so much sperm to feed on, she slipped into a stupor to happily absorb the sweet, life-giving DNA.


					
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Even the UPS “man” presented more proof that Shifters had total control of this town. She wore a brown uniform so skimpy and tight that her ass cheeks bounced free, and her nipples were blatantly apparent as she took far longer than normal inside a cozy, suburban home to deliver her package.
	But Trina only smiled. She couldn't help it, she was in an excellent mood! Without trying, her normal height had increased greatly! The vast gouts of sperm the Middle-Eastern youth had seeded her with gave her body the genetic material needed for wildfire growth and cell-division! Trina was over six-feet now, feeling taller and stronger and more confident and awash in bliss. She felt so confident in her beauty and attractiveness that there was a thought in her mind of just seizing a man, to satisfy both their desires.
	She had racial memories of her ancestor, Stormy exhorting her Master to forcibly claim and fuck her, so hungry was she for sperm. But Trina wondered why the man had to make the first move? Why not her? 
	That’s when things got interesting; as Trina passed by on the sidewalk, she saw police . It looked like a purse-snatching.

	He was a wiry, fit Hispanic youth, and it was very unlikely that the red purse he’d snatched belonged to him or a relative. No shortage of purses around this town. Probably Mexican, no green card. Desperate and worried. Determined to grab whatever he could. But he didn’t count on the Shifters.
	The purse-snatcher had been subdued with two pairs of handcuffs, one to bind his hands, another to secure him to the side-mirror of a police cruiser, as his body was splayed out on the car hood. The Shifter was taut and muscular, with rippling abs and jutting, milk-dripping tits – naked except for a black police hat with badge. Her ass cheeks rippled as she sucked his cock deeper inside herself. The purse-snatcher was gurgling and moaning in Spanish. Trina chuckled, Deportation was the least of his worries!  Maybe these girls had the right idea; for millennia, men had forced sex on human women they craved, maybe Shifters should have the right to force men into sex? 
	Another Shifter-cop circled the car, also naked.
Until her body rippled and she took on the perfect likeness of the young thief. Trina nodded her understanding. Now that these Shifters were in a position of power, they had dispensed with seduction – using their position to simply rape men for their sperm. This criminal would be locked away in a deep, dark cell and if Internal Affairs or the District Attorney’s office came sniffing around, the Shifters could easily impersonate the man and fake his release. The wiry Mexican would be a sex-slave forever. After a few months, his cock would be so huge, so virile that he wouldn’t even be able to walk, let alone think of escape from the Precinct of man-hungry nympho-Shifters.
	The Shifter-cop grunted and slid off the man’s dick. She moaned as her belly inflated, she was one of the new breed of mutant shifters – pumping her hips as her pregnant belly pulsed outwards, Trina could see faint throbs from an unborn pre-shifter gestating within. The cop leaned against her car, nipples engorging and then spurting forth quick streams of Shifter-milk as her belly rounded out into a full-term, nine-month pregnancy in seconds.
	The Shifter squealed with delight as her body succumbed to her irresistible breeding imperative. The human captive was not left alone, however. The partner of the cop resumed her true shape, that of a fit-yet-busty redhead with hair in a tight, professional bun – naked except for black high-heels, who then deep-throated the purse-snatcher, sucking him back to hardness as her ass waved in the air, preparing him for his new life of non-stop ejaculatory slavery.
	The UPS woman reemerged from a nearby house. Except that instead of a impossibly busty babe in a brown uniform, now there were two teenage girls in brown uniforms – the nipples on their D-cup tits still poking through.
	
	Wow... Trina had never imagined life in a place where Shifters so dominated that they could breed openly in the streets!
					
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	But Trina was not sure what she really expected to find; she was hoping to learn if there were unusual circumstances around the first appearance of the Las Vegas Strain.
She wanted to see one of the oldest harems, maybe that
would give her some clue. She knew what to look for. And soon found a suburban house that had recently been renovated, renovated so much that the house had more than doubled its original size. That was a hallmark of a long-standing successful harem.
	Trina elongated her body and peeked her head through a top window of the second story, of one such house. Oh yes, and there they were. Probably thirty shifters in the room with the man, and certainly many more -maybe twice that number elsewhere, maintaining the house, or working to earn revenue. But...but... the man that they were mating with...what was... Trina’s eyes widened. Though a Bodyshifter herself, capable of almost limitless transformations, what she saw in the mating chamber for this harem sent a tingle of shock down her spine.

“That....that’s impossible!” she exclaimed.

					
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	It’s better than you ever dreamed possible. All you have to do is lie back in your swanky new pad, and they’ll fuck you. Night and Day! These alien shapeshifter women it’s like...like they want sex more than you! But you want it a lot more these days. Last week, your dick got so hard that it woke you up at 3a.m. - and you’d already had a marathon fuck session past midnight! You want sex more than any man ever should, but the sex itself just gets better! Now, the harem is prepared for you, when you wake up in the middle of the night, burning with lust  they’re ready, asses in the air. Times like that, you just want to do it doggie style, rough and nasty just to cum!
	That’s the new freedom you have. Your house is filled with women now, and you can just grab any of them, ram your dick into her, and spread your seed. You feel like... like the ultimate conqueror! You remember studying old warlords and emperors in history class and... wow, this is what it was all about, a set-up just like this – what more could a man dream of? Your dick just gets harder, your balls make more and more cum, that worried you at first but it means you can have more fun with more girls! After the nighttime fuck-a-thon, your rampant dick wakes you up for 3a.m. Sex, and lately you find that you’ve got to screw at least four different pussies before you can go back to sleep and get ready for the big 7a.m. ‘Morning Flagpole’ orgy.  More sex, and it just feels better, all the time!
	But now, something’s wrong. You try not to think
about it. You’re surrounded by sleeping supermodels – a lot of ‘em just pass out from pleasure once you fuck them good and deep but these two are determined to go the distance.
	Twins, more gorgeous than any magazine centerfold or internet porno-queen you’ve ever seen or imagined. Cascades of reddish-gold hair that always looks salon perfect, high-cheekbones and a sultry elegance to their faces that seems almost... otherworldly in their perfection. Their figures perfectly toned with curves to the max, awesome muscle tone, but not enough to be distracting or intimidating... and their boobs, helmet-sized melons of womanhood that seem to challenge your libido to rise to new heights of erectile performance! But... but something’s wrong – you just came, big-time all over the chest of your latest lover, but your dick... feels like... like it’s blocked... something’s wrong...too tight...your dick, swelling...bulging... like...you don’t know. You’ve long since figured out that these girls have some crazy hormone in their pussies and in their milk that makes a man more man than any man, but this is something new and different.

	“Rhhnnngg!” You feel a strange, powerful tension in
your dick, that you don’t understand. The two Shifter-
concubines glance at each other with their sparkling blue eyes like they... expect something, they seem excited! But your dick, wider... harder... don’t know why...don’t know... what to do..

	“NNNNNRRRRRGGG!” There is a popping sound, a sound like tight plastic pulling apart, a throb and a tingling burst of eerie pleasure.

	“Wh- wha – NOOOOO!!!” you scream, as the Shifter’s mouths open, panting in open lust, their boobs dribbling milk.

Two.

Two of them.

TWO?!?!?!?!

	Where once there was merely a powerfully thick,
python-like nineteen-inch dick that almost never stopped spewing sperm, now there were two such penises attached. You’d seen them, the Shifters, they seem to split when they reproduce but now, now the exposure to their alien hormones has caused a similar effect in you! They can sense your fear.

“It’s natural, Master!”

“It’s your Destiny!”

	Even their voices seem tailor made for arousal. But this... this is too much...you’ve got to escape, got to get help! But the Shifter’s are too quick – both of them impale themselves rapidly on either erect cock, squeezing and caressing with inner muscles like a tantric master. The hottie on the right squeezes her massive breast and causes a tight stream of milk to shoot into your gaping mouth.
	You realize too late that Shifter milk can do a lot
more than make you horny, you realize it must be an all-purpose chemical weapon to subdue men and women for the Shifter’s purposes. Your arms and legs turn to jelly, a fog fills your brain. Pleasant lips whisper how good this is, what a magnificent specimen you are, how you are like a god of virility to them, and the haze in your mind, you start to
believe them. Believe the whispers. Soon you know that
there’s nothing wrong with having two, four, hell a hundred dicks is alright! But they keep fucking you, and your brain isn’t ready for that.
	Your mind can’t cope with the searing delight of two aroused cocks both reaching orgasm! The brain wasn’t made for this kind of pleasure! Rational thought fades into a rising ocean of sensual delight that consumes your consciousness. 
					
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End Part 2