Entry: Equipment Failure

 

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“Hahaha! Did you see the way the bigger one panicked as his chest grew mammaries!?” One alien laughed, watching them all remotely with their scanners. “You’d never get reactions this good from one of our people.”

“If you like that, you should look in this cabin.” The other snickered, watching two of the other Humans as they engaged in… less than civilized activities, at least by their species’ more “refined” standards.

Mindon and Mirarel laughed their backsides off as they watched the Humans on Flight AA013 struggle to come to terms with their gender-swapped bodies. Thanks to their isolation in the space around their satellite, “Luna”, they were able to pull off their experiment with the Genetic Restructurer without a hitch, and in addition to the entertainment this resulted in, they had succeeded in yet another

It has become quite the popular tourist destination and vacation spot, the planet referred to as “Earth” by Humanity. Since the 1950’s, the most elite members of the Ergonian Empire have frequently visited the planet, finding the primitive Humans to be quite entertaining playthings. Sometimes they ran experiments, or played “games'' with their primitive military crafts. More recently, Ergonians, who had surprisingly similar appearances to Humans other than their pointed ears, had actually begun walking amongst the Humans, going to their popular vacation spots to enjoy the natural beauty of their planet. Sure, it wasn’t nearly as clean and idyllic as their home planet, but it had a lot to offer that their own home didn’t.

Mindon and Mirarel were… somewhere in between tourists and scientists. The two Ergonians had booked their vacation to Earth, intending it to be more of a “working vacation” than a full one. The two were friends, working for a corporation back in their home system, and one of them had developed the tech needed to properly disguise their race’s distinctive ears without resorting to barbaric cosmetic surgery. Now, the same technology was being expanded with their Genetic Restructurer. Their test on the Humans in their spacecraft was beyond successful, even changing their inorganic components and coverings to match their new forms. The pair couldn’t be happier.

“The machine has surpassed all our expectations!” Mindon gushed, squeezing a datapad tightly with both of his hands. “With this, we can turn anyone into their ideal form! We can reverse aging, eliminate even the deadliest diseases, and become stinking rich, forever!”

“Please, we’re already effectively immortal. This’ll just add some… what do the Humans call it? “Spice” to everyone’s lives.” Mirarel joked, drinking from his mug that had a picture of some famous cartoon “Cat” on it. The character was quite popular in Human culture. “Hey, did you remember to load all the presets, or just the ones we were using for this test?”

“I… uh, let me check.” Mindon mumbled, tapping away at his datapad. He looked perplexed as he scrolled through the different pages, turning back to Mirarel. “No, it just looks like the one preset. I’ll have to load the rest of them before we go planetside.”

“Well, start on it now, because you know how long it takes to import them into the machine.” Mirarel chastised, leaning against said machine quite lazily. “I’m sure some of those Human women will love our modified forms once we’re fully changed.”

“If you actually worked on your physique, you wouldn’t need the machine for most of these changes, you know.” Mindon shot back, a look of sudden annoyance making itself plainly known as he gestured towards his friend’s gut. “Also, this would go faster if you stopped being a lazy llulla and actually helped with the import.”

“First of all, I am not overweight. It’s a genetic condition. Second, I am not being lazy. I’m the pilot. I flew us here, did I not?” Mirarel argued, leaning even further over the machine. “You better show me some proper respect, or I might just consider leaving you here on this backwards pla-”

Mirarel’s sentence was cut off as he tipped his mug to the side just a little too much, pouring his hot drink directly into the Genetic Restructurer’s exposed internal components. Before either of them had any time to react, the machine roared to life yet again, enveloping the two friends in a burst of blinding light.

Lowering the arm he had used to shield his eyes, Mirarel realized he was impacting something that was in his way. Looking down, he was shocked to see two large mammaries blocking the way, a sheer valley of flesh that prevented any view of his lower front half. As he became aware of this, he felt his pants straining too, which brought to attention the fact that his crotch felt… different. Reaching a hand down to investigate, he quickly realized he was now a she.

“You imbecile! Look what you’ve done to us!” Mindon suddenly shouted, getting Mirarel to flip around, seeing his friend was now a stacked babe just like him. In fact, she was even bigger in some places, emphasized by the lack of clothes she was now wearing.

“Wow… don’t take this the wrong way, but you’re a babe, Mindon.” Mirarel remarked with a smirk, realizing just how much this odd situation was now turning her on.

“S-Stop saying stupid things! We have to fix this!” Mindon stuttered, trying to focus on the machine and not her own massive breasts. “The machine must have activated using the same preset we used on those Humans! I can reverse this, we just need to take apart the matter modulator, then-”

Mindon was immediately cut off mid-sentence as Mirarel grabbed her from behind, fondling both of her exposed breasts as her own teats squeezed against her back. The sudden skin-on-skin contact, combined with the pleasurable sensations surging from her breasts, caused her otherwise clear and focused mind to go completely blank.

“Why don’t we… stay like this for a while instead?” Mirarel suggested, continuing to fondle her friend from behind as she spoke. “We can have a little fun together on the “other side”, maybe find some strong Humans to play around with us down below…”

“That… that’s abs-surd…” Mindon stuttered, her whole body shivering from the sensations. “What if… th-they see… our ears?”

“They’ll assume we’re cosplayers or something, of course. Humans aren’t exactly bright, but they know how to treat beautiful women like ourselves.” Mirarel continued to tempt, breathing gently onto Mindon’s right ear. That was enough to make her double over, completely overwhelmed by her nerves. “Come on, let’s have some proper fun, girlfriend.”

“W-Well… as long as it’s only for a little while, I s-suppose…” Mindon finally gave in, leaning back up with a dumb, horny look on her face. “We can always fix the machine l-later, I guess…”