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Dirk wasn't worried when the police picked him up for some "creative borrowing" just off the homeworld. He was even less worried when the judge ordered him to pay back his debt with six months of auctioned labor. He was a flexible and resourceful trans man. Six months was no time at all for someone like that.
At least, he wasn't worried until the Rhizoni, a tentacle alien species that bought poor souls to use as incubation chambers for their eggs, started bidding.
Will this FTM thief be able to withstand six months of ecstatic captivity as an alien egg incubation chamber? Find out in...
Dirk wasn't worried when the police picked him up for some "creative borrowing" just off the homeworld. He was even less worried when the judge ordered him to pay back his debt with six months of auctioned labor. He was a flexible and resourceful trans man. Six months was no time at all for someone like that.
At least, he wasn't worried until the Rhizoni, a tentacle alien species that bought poor souls to use as incubation chambers for their eggs, started bidding.
Will this FTM thief be able to withstand six months of ecstatic captivity as an alien egg incubation chamber? Find out in...
Dirk has finished his six month sentence. He's escaped the experience as a Rhizoni eggsac with his mind, but his body... well, there have been a few changes. His grateful hosts have given him some upgrades, including coding his cells to pump out the same aphrodisiacs they had used to keep Dirk suspended in ecstasy for the last half a year. Now, he can create his own personal pit of pleasure. And anyone at all receptive to those chemicals is going to know it. Dirk is the galaxy's most eligible lay. The only problem? Nobody bothered to warn Dirk.
Not that he would care if he knew. He's got only one thing on his mind - his freedom. Those security robots, on the other hand... Why are their eyes glowing red, anyway? And what's that whirring sound?
Dirk has finished his six month sentence. He's escaped the experience as a Rhizoni eggsac with his mind, but his body... well, there have been a few changes. His grateful hosts have given him some upgrades, including coding his cells to pump out the same aphrodisiacs they had used to keep Dirk suspended in ecstasy for the last half a year. Now, he can create his own personal pit of pleasure. And anyone at all receptive to those chemicals is going to know it. Dirk is the galaxy's most eligible lay. The only problem? Nobody bothered to warn Dirk.
Not that he would care if he knew. He's got only one thing on his mind - his freedom. Those security robots, on the other hand... Why are their eyes glowing red, anyway? And what's that whirring sound?
Our hero, trans space rogue and newly crowned sex king extraordinaire, is exhausted. After six months of constant use as a Rhizoni eggsac, and hours of servicing every single security droid in the courthouse, Dirk's excited to see the inside of his ship. All he wants to do is kick back, plug in his destination, and let good old Betty take care of him.
But Betty's AI might have learned a bit too much from Dirk. It turns out that she's more than a little excited to see the inside of him, too... Dirk will find himself well taken care of, whether he asks for it or not.
Our hero, trans space rogue and newly crowned sex king extraordinaire, is exhausted. After six months of constant use as a Rhizoni eggsac, and hours of servicing every single security droid in the courthouse, Dirk's excited to see the inside of his ship. All he wants to do is kick back, plug in his destination, and let good old Betty take care of him.
But Betty's AI might have learned a bit too much from Dirk. It turns out that she's more than a little excited to see the inside of him, too... Dirk will find himself well taken care of, whether he asks for it or not.
Dirk can't catch a break. His spaceship is dead in the water, all of her energy used up after she descended on Dirk to fuck his every hole as full as she could. And that isn't even the worst part of Dirk's day. Our trans hero is floating his way into the most dangerous area in space - scrapper territory. He's jumping from the frying pan into the... orgy?
Dirk can't catch a break. His spaceship is dead in the water, all of her energy used up after she descended on Dirk to fuck his every hole as full as she could. And that isn't even the worst part of Dirk's day. Our trans hero is floating his way into the most dangerous area in space - scrapper territory. He's jumping from the frying pan into the... orgy?