Lus staggered down the sterile hallway of the space station, stumbling on her heels as the pressure in her udder distracted her and caused her to lose focus on her balance. She paused, her chest thrust forward on display as she reached down to give the sack of goo hanging from her crotch a rub with her useless mitts. As the rubber squeaked against pressurized rubber she let out a moan into the gag of her mask. She might not be able to relieve the pressure with these things, which she certainly needed to do again soon, but the feeling was absolutely divine. She huffed into her mask as the momentary pleasure passed. The mission. Had to continue the mission. Needless to say, said mission to investigate the anomaly on station Utopia-30, now broadcasting as “XXXtopia” was not going exactly as planned. [center]**********[/center] Lus had been an aspiring starlet in the sector, having played secondary roles in a couple of big holotape productions. No matter how many centuries the technology had been worked on, people kept saying fully AI-generated entertainment just didn’t have the same feel. That said, it was good enough for the budget productions these days, which meant work was a little sparse. When an Alliance officer approached and said she could be of service for a special operation, and that she’d be compensated generously for it, she leapt at the chance. They briefed her on the way. The station Utopia-30 had suffered an anomaly, and they weren’t sure exactly what was going on inside. The station AI had been compromised by an alien intelligence in some way, and it wasn’t allowing their usual scientists and marines onboard. Fortunately, a copy of her passport and such had been backed up in one of the onboard archives, and the station had extended her a visa and landing permit. Scanners said the station didn't appear to be hostile, so the plan was to outfit her in a suit full of sensors and have her make a standard civilian recreation visit, and if the opportunity arose, charm herself a copy of the station logs. Despite saying the station wasn't contaminated with any known chemical, biological, or radioactive hazards, the Alliance researchers insisted that she wear an environment suit. She had been ready to protest, but the suit they produced for her hadn't been nearly as cumbersome or as ugly as she expected. Rather than the clunky hazard suits the props department always had the fictional military wear in the holotapes, these scientists given her something more akin to an extra thick black latex catsuit, which had enough stretch to fit her reindeer-morph body like it had been tailored for her. Some matching latex opera gloves and a pair of matching latex high-heel boots completed the look that she was headed somewhere sexy and exclusive, and not on a science mission. The only thing that threw off the look was the mask. A tinted set of goggles and a black rubber breathing apparatus that sealed over her muzzle and... filled the inside of it too? They'd said something about how the tech worked with morphs with muzzles she didn't understand, and since she couldn't really ask any questions she'd just nodded along as they strapped a compact air recycler onto her back and plugged in the hoses into the side of her muzzle. Boarding Utopia-30, or "XXXtopia" as it was now identifying itself as on radio and navigation, was surprisingly uneventful. Lus had flown one of her co-stars leisure shuttles a couple of times, and hovered over the controls on the way in ready to take over and try some real life stunt flying. Instead the autopilot the Alliance researchers had programmed in had taken her up to the AI's perimeter nice and easy, paused while the station's management system downloaded her passport and landing pass, waited calmly for the scanners to confirm no additional passengers or contraband, then gently brought her toward the hangars. A list of what was available and what was occupied came up on the shuttle's screen, which she had thought about for a moment before picking a hangar in a nearly-empty deck so she could slip in quietly. Her plan had worked, as no one had come to greet her when she disembarked the shuttle into the empty hangar. Some hoses for hyperfuel were sprawled across the floor and some cargo crates were stacked in the corner, which meant the station staff were too busy with other things to do their job properly, but her initial impression was that everything was surprisingly normal given the mix of unease and excitement the Alliance scientists had been trying to cover. She took note of where she had parked, deck 6 hangar 9, and made her way to the door. Looking back, things had started to get weird the moment she tried to leave the hangar. The door had asked for a handprint, and she had put her gloved right hand onto the pad only to have it rejected. She tried again with her left, and had gotten the same result. When she went to try her right again, she had found that something in the pad or the laser had reacted with the rubber in her suit. The fingers had melted together on her, forming a single, smooth hoof-mitt over her hand. She had thought about getting back in the shuttle at that point, telling the Alliance that the station wasn't letting her in after all and the suit was borked, but ended up giving it one more try, which ended up working. "Hoofprint accepted. Welcome to triple-ex-topia" a sultry, synthetic voice said as she stepped through the door. "We hope your stay is most pleasurable~" The next oddity she had encountered was just around the corner from hangar 6-9. As she trotted down the empty hallway she noticed a storeroom door had been left ajar, and a strange blue glow was emanating from inside. Her instructions had been to get to the main decks and get a copy of the station logs, but the aura coming from inside seemed unnatural, and she figured getting her suit close to collect some sensor data might help. Unfortunately for her, she'd been right that something was off. The programming controlling the robot systems in the room had been corrupted by the alien libido, and had sprang to life once she was too far in to quickly dive back out the door, grabbing her by her hoof-hands and lifting her off the floor. She'd tried to wiggle free, to slide the mitts off and drop to the floor, but the fit was too tight. The machine had moved her suspended form in front of a scanner, paused for a few excruciating minutes, then moved her next to a tank of the blue goo. She didn't put together until a hose extended towards her mask that the location of the two were related. Her brief, intense struggle to keep the open port on her mask away from the corrupted robot had been short lived though, and soon it started filling her she blacked out. When Lus came to she had found herself lied delicately on a foam pad on the floor of the storeroom, the robot apparently having been more gentle with her once it was finished. As she sat up, what the robot had done with her was immediately obvious. The weight of two large, gel-filled breasts was immediately apparent on her chest, just as apparent as the blue silicone port she now had in place of a fleshy nipple. She had poked it with a mitt and wasn't sure at the time if gel was something that would absorb into her and disperse in time, or whether it had reshaped her permanently. What the poke did reveal was that the gel was squishy and sensitive when played with, but with enough firmness and natural support she wasn't going to need a bra like this. As Lus stood up, a weight in her crotch had drawn her attention to a second upgrade. At the bottom of her torso a small udder protruded from her suit, seemingly filled with the same blue goo that had been pumped into her earlier. She'd always been a little jealous of cow and goat morphs and how much fun they seemed to have with their additional asset, and while she wasn't sure how the station knew, just like with her breasts it had made her dream come true. She had given it a pat and felt the goo slosh around inside, and seeing no harm in it, continued deeper into XXXtopia. From there, things escalated more and more quickly. After wandering service corridors for an hour or so, trying to keep a low profile, she had noticed the pressure building in her new udder, and had started feeling a need to empty it... somehow. Anyhow. She had ducked into a closet to try and see if she could maybe use the channel in her cloven hoof mitt, but the station had other ideas. Once she had closed the door behind her another set of robot arms sprang to life, picking her up by both her hoof mitts and her heels and spreading her legs. She had squirmed uneasily at first, but once the milking attachment came down she knew the station was trying to help. She relaxed against its grasp, and let it milk the goo she’d produced out of her. She had hardly noticed as the probe approached her pussy, but noticed when it slowly started to press into her, stretching the thick rubber suit inside her. The gag in her mask suppressed a scream of pleasure as a second probe repeated the process with her ass. She lost track how long it held her like that, but when the apparatus released her she had felt such a wonderful relief in her udder... but a growing heat in her now rubber-lined holes. After that she’d stumbled upon another explorer sent by the Alliance, based on the explorer suit they were wearing that had resembled her initial configuration. Her udder had started to fill again, and as they leaned in to check out her udder, an idea had crossed her mind. With a flick of her hoof mitt she’d knocked one of their breathing hoses free, and then used the other to press their head forward, shoving the open port down on her teat. They’d squirmed at first, but once the goo started to flow they calmed down and drank her dry. She’d left them dazed, propped up against the wall as their suit rippled and stretched. They’d probably be fine, and she had a mission to complete. The next few hours were much of the same for Lus. She’d found another two of the milking closets, one more Alliance explorer, and a couple of station residents who seemed to know the drill. Soon as they two of them saw her they pushed her down onto a bench, then each latched onto a teat and started sucking. The feeling of two actual mouths sucking on her teats was incredible, on a whole different level from shoving them into masks and milkers. By the time she could think clearly again they were gone, but she could remember the feel of their mouths, the gentle tease of the rows of teeth of the one, the way the other’s tentacle tongue wrapped and teased her teat... And then there was the equine-morph with the hardlight cock. She’d bumped into him in a storage area, where he bent her over a crate and railed her pussy. The heat inside her had built up through the day, and the big, ethereal horsecock stretching her out felt divine. They had rutted for what felt like an eternity, her sensitive udder swinging forward and brushing the box with every forward thrust, until he finally came. She wasn’t sure how, or what, but the feeling of it... it was like it had melted her inside. Which, when he pulled out, she had found to be true. As he pulled out she could feel his flare passing over rubber ribs inside her that weren’t there before, each one sending a jolt of pleasure through her, and when he pulled free she felt her opening remain gaping, drooling slightly. She had sat down in front of a polished service hatch and spread her legs next time she saw one to confirm; He had in fact molded her delicate lips into a gaping rubber ring. She had been so outraged at her doehood being turned into a plastic fuckhole that she tracked him down... and had him turn her tailhole into a toy as well. That one had come out the perfect complement; perfectly elastic so she could be stretched out again and again and still be wonderfully tight for each partner, her insides now molded with a gentle spiral pattern for both of their pleasure based on the feeling inside her as her ass as new muscles expertly milked the not-unwelcome intruder. [center]**********[/center] All that led to where she was now... Wandering XXXtopia, her gaping pussy dripping a trail of her possibly-now-synthetic juices behind as she desperately looked for another milking. The pressure in her udder was getting unbearable, and she had to find someone or something to milk her so it wouldn’t dominate her thoughts while she still had a mission to complete. She sucked hungrily on the dildo-gag in her mouth as a distraction... Had it always been that shape? She ran her long, prehensile latex tongue over the thick cervine cock, feeling her sensitive nubs squeak across the sleek, smooth taper as she tried remember when the uncomfortable cylinder the Alliance prudes had stuck in there had turned into such a tasty piece of artificial venison. No matter, she had to get to the center of the station to... make her debut? She’d always dreamed of stardom, and here on XXXtopia she could achieve it. With this wonderful new body she could be a star on the local holo-porn scene. Make a name for herself for taking the rare quintuple penetration as a team of studs spitroasts her on either end, and another pair on either side fuck her silicone nipples. Horny beings of all types would know the name Lus- No. The goo had blurred the line between the rubber suit and the doe inside, fusing to her chest and holes, seeping inward and rearranging her insides to support larger insertions, and as long as she could keep her udder nice and taught and needy it would finish the job... No, they’d know her by her designation LU-5, a D-03 class synth-doe. Smut shops across the galaxy would carry silicone copies of her gaping cervine cunt and her tight little tailhole, penetrable gel bras, strap on udders... all her lewd bits would be on display not just to those who saw her in person, but across the galaxy. An icon of pure synthetic cervine sex. A beep and a blinking light creeping up between her breasts pulled her out of her horny daydream. The arousal meter said she was in the dangerous stage... had the suit always had that? Did those Alliance prudes have a kinky side after all and suspect she’d need it? Or was that a new addition so LU-5s could show off the difference between her default perma-heat and her new “heat-plus” mode... No! The blinking and beeping again pulled her attention back to the mission. She was a doe, not some slutty synth toy. She was here to suck some data off- download some log data. She reluctantly pried her hoof-mitts away from her goo-filled assets, and staggered onwards towards XXXtopia’s data center. ...As best she knew at least, given her ability to read the map in her condition. The mission might not have been going as planned, but Lus was certainly enjoying her stay on XXXtopia~