A night for lovers. [futa, transformation]

Story by DrunkenGrognard

(AN: I started this up as a 'head clearer' to try and kickstart my muse; hoping to be able to get some writing done on one of my various NaNoWriMo ideas. That didn't happen; but, well, this did - my muse was feeling horny. This will probably continue if she sticks around. Feedback welcome)

I feel the familiar tingle as the biometric scanner gives my palm (and consequently my DNA) a good hard look, then hear the soft thnk of the locks on my apartment door releasing. I turn the knob and swing it inward (a traditional concession to my country upbringing; even if the rest of the apartment is thoroughly modern) and shut it behind me, smiling as the integrated comms starts playing some of my favorite soft rock.

A glance into the front closet tells me that my wife, Cassie, isn’t back from her job yet. Not ideal, but hardly unexpected; the weather’s been unseasonably good this last week, and the construction firm she works with has been offering stretched hours to anyone interested in them; trying to get ahead of the construction schedule. We don’t really need the extra credits - between the BLS, my own work at the Harvest Crown, and what the construction normally pays we do more than merely fine - but Cassie likes working with her hands and making stuff, so a little overtime tends to make her happy.

I smile again. It’ll give me time to do something a bit special for dinner; and cooking is what I love to do with my time. Not that there’s anything wrong with what the autochef cranks out - indeed, I’ve managed to get it programed with some particularly obscure specialties - but there’s more nuance to home cooking. That said, some days, after spending the day cooking and serving food, I’m not always in the mood for more cooking, which makes the autochef extra convenient.

I set to work, singing along with my music. Today was a good day; all our custom was polite, and it felt like I’d managed to make a lot of people’s day’s brighter by being where I was and doing what I did. Even in a truly post-scarcity society, some people just couldn’t get along; and some days you felt like nothing was going right no matter what. I was good at helping people get through days that weren’t going well. As to those who couldn’t get along… well, there weren’t all that many of them, all things considered, and often it turned out that they weren’t irredeemable, but hadn’t managed to find the place where they could be their best.

My younger brother had been like that; trying to work on the family farm and unable to cope; lashing out at people in frustration. Once we had an intervention, his therapist helped him realize he needed a bigger challenge. Now, he’s helping open up a new colony world. I visited him there last year, and the change, just from finding something he really wanted to do; something that challenged him, had him looking far better. And in a few more years, thanks to him and his co-workers, Manderly’s World would be ready for less ambitious settlers.

It turned out that Man being alone in the universe was a break in our favor; it gave us more room to grow.

The comm pinged, and I gave it a quick look - Cassie letting me know she’d be about another hour. I smiled; that was plenty of time to get dinner finished but not so long it’d dry out before she got here. And it would give me time to prepare another pleasant surprise.

It had been a few weeks since we’d decided to do anything particularly spectacular sex-wise; and tonight was a Friday. The perfect night to spend many hours having that sort of fun. I checked on my cooking, confirmed that it could be left alone for about twenty minutes, and took a quick shower. I still had to finish dinner; and an hour deadline anyway, so I resisted the urge to indulge in playing with my self(though both my clit and my nipples were erect in anticipation of the fun to come) and concentrated on getting ready for a night of pleasant, intimate fun with my wife when she got home.

After drying off, I pulled on a long, translucent camisole and popped open the medicine cabinet, making some careful selections. We could make love as our ordinary selves any night; I was in the mood for some Metamorphic fun; and knew from past experience that that Cassie would be more than happy with that.

My natural form was slim and athletic, modest of endowment but lithe and flexible. I’d be making sure I dosed to improve that - a lover flexible enough to eat herself out was something to be experienced, preferably more than once - and enhancing a few other things. A few pills later and I was back in the kitchen, putting the finishing touches on dinner as the Metamorphics worked their delightful science on me.

My breasts and hips both began to expand, growing from modest and trim to lush and voluptuous. Nipples the size of thumbs crowned EE-cup breasts, and I shivered at the feeling as they rubbed against the silk of my camisole. More tingling at my crotch heralded the n

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