My name is Sam Slate; I am a Voyageur. A Voyageur is a spaceship captain licensed to skipper a torch ship of any tonnage to any place in the known universe. In addition, I have acquired mastery of twelve different recognized fighting styles, miscellaneous unrecognized techniques, and speak over eighteen different languages. Pay me the megabucks, and I will lift whatever piece of space junk to the destination of your choice. Note, I did say megabucks. I am good, but I am not cheap. Well, I may be in some ways, but not regarding money. I fully intend to retire in luxury before my fifth-hundredth birthday. Well, that leaves me just two hundred and fifty years to go.

For now, I was back at Luna Base. I shut off the engines and disembarked from this piece of junk where I had spent ten years of my life—five years out to the planet Texion and five years back. I reached the bottom of the stairs, noting that deckhands pulled away from me. I could not imagine why, and then it hit me: I had not had a shower or bath for five years. I must be a little whiff.

'So horny.'

Ted, my boss, always picks up cheap bargains starships to buy with no amenities whatsoever. I'll get his ass, I promised myself. Well, time for that later. But, first, a long bath and an hour with the auto masseur and the auto hairdresser will make me a new woman. Oh yes, Sam is for Samantha in this cycle.

I once made a similar trip as a male. Let me tell you, they cannot put enough astrolube aboard a starship. I thought my cock would drop off by the end of the trip. I seem to recall that is why I switched to being a woman. Years of sitting around doing nothing makes your mind wander. Sex is what you think about all day. You have videos, sensies, and a great story website called Lush 3500. It just leaves you horny 24/7.

'So damn horny.'

For those of you from other cultures, things changed 2000 years ago. I know this because I had the hots for this guy who studied all that kind of crap. I thought I liked him for his mind. We broke up after one night when in the middle of giving him head, he kept talking about this crap. How he kept an erection up, I have no idea. I remember he said there were only two sexes, male and female. Then, some doctors learned how to alter things. I made sure the guy I was blowing shot his load before leaving him. I have my reputation to consider, after all.

Today, we still have men and women; however, we mainly have genetically modified men and women. Chicks with dicks, studs with pussies, androgynous modifications, men with two dicks, self-lubricating butt holes, the variations are endless. Whatever turns you on, you can get it. Oh, and by the way, as an added benefit, we live about 3000 years due to genetically improved hormones. 

I am just a teenager by today's standards.

I went to one of the deckhands and handed him the box of dildoes, vibrators, and butt plugs, most of them worn out from use and told him to dump them. A girl has to do something during these trips. Just one fuck five years ago, but that does not count. It was just a quickie. As Ted, my boss, says, time is money.

After a quick dash to my apartment, I was ready to go two hours later. I wore the latest see-through spandex bodysuit, which flaunts my 38 DD tits and hairless snatch. Then, perched on high-heeled, open-toed sandals, I flew out the door. The auto masseur has firmed up my butt, which jutted out provocatively. I was hot to trot. But I needed a cock in my pussy soonest.

'So horny. So damned horny.'

First, I needed to go to the office to report to Ted, my boss, and check that he had deposited my pay and the ten years of interest into my account. I blasted into Ted's office, eager to get out as soon as possible. He was sitting at his desk puffing on a cigar. Ted is a bit of an anachronism. I think he is about 1900 years old. He was too old when the era of genetic modifications started to do anything to his body. He stands five feet six, weighs close to two hundred and thirty pounds, and his head shines like a billiard ball. Despite this, he sees himself as a stud. When he saw what was happening with sex modification therapy, which he would not be able to profit from, he bought the remaining world stocks of Viagra. An old drug that permitted men to increase the duration of an erection.

He jumped up and waddled from behind his desk when he saw me.

"Sam, you're back," he said, trying to wrap his short arms around me. Then, his nose lodged between my tits, and he grabbed my ass. "Any problems this time?"

"No problems, boss. Did you deposit my pay?"

"Sam, why are you asking? Don't you trust me?"

"Sure, boss, I trust you to be a cheat, a crook, a fraud. But I don't trust you when it comes to my pay."

"How can you say that to me? I who hired you when nobody else would. Remember that one-year trip you led, which took four to complete. Four years! Space pirates? Who ever heard of space pirates indulging in a four-year gangbang with the passengers and crew of a captured vessel? Now, please don't take that innocent smile with me. I know better."

'I could not help that. I fell in lust with the pirate captain. He sort of grew on me. Man, that man could fuck.'

'Damn, I am so horny.'

"My pay, boss, what about it?"

"Okay, okay, I'll do it today."

"Now, Boss, not today."

"If I interrupt my busy schedule to do it now, what's in it for me? Maybe a little fuck to sweeten the deal?"

"Come on, Ted, we tried that. You know it won't work. Your dick is just too small. It just rattles around in my pussy."

"Okay then, how about a nice blowjob?"

"Just sit down on the couch and pull it out. After you take one of your little blue pills."

I walked over and got on my knees in front of his tiny little cock. It's barely thicker than my index finger and three inches long. Erect. I gave it two or three licks and power vacuumed it into my mouth. Thirty seconds later, he was done, and I swallowed the feeble trickle of cum.

"Okay, boss, my pay now."

'Neeed… I'm so horny.'

He rearranged himself, called Marsha, his assistant, and told her to transfer the money and give me the deposit slip. This must be the tenth Marsha I have known over the years. His assistants are always Marsha. They all look the same. They get a fabulous salary. In addition, they are modified to his specifications. They are shrunk, their cunts are reduced to his size, as are their assholes, and they all have outsized tits. I guess this must fit some of his sophomoric concepts. You could not pay me enough.

I left the office clutching my deposit receipt and jumped into a glide car. Going to my friend John's arms is something I had masturbated to for hours on end while on my voyage. 

Once there, I hopped up and down, anxiously waiting for the door to open. My jaw dropped when it did. In front of me stood this stunning redhead with a body designed by Gucci. I sheepishly ask, "Is John here?"

'Nice, but I need a cock. I am so horny.'

"Sam, my Sam, don't you recognize me? It's no longer John. I'm now Johanna."

"Oh, John, where is your beautiful cock? I have dreamt about it for so long."

"Come on in, Sam. Let me tell you what happened."

"Sam, I met this most wonderful man. His name is Tim. We started as Gay lovers, but he wanted more. We discussed having a pussy added to me; however, I did not feel comfortable with the idea. So I went all out and did the full switch. Sam, Tim, and I are now married."

"What, you got married?"

"Yes, and we even got a license to have a child. Come in and have a seat so we can chat."

''Horneee...'

I entered her living cubicle and asked where that paragon of virtue who had stolen my John was.

"Just at the hydroponic farm getting our supper. You will join us, won't you?"

She came over, sat next to me, and fondled my tits and pussy. She embraced me and gave me a long, passionate kiss. John was always such a fabulous kisser and a great pussy licker. I was so tempted to give in and let him, or is it she, do me. I felt my pussy liquify, and my nipples rose to their peaks when the door opened. My jaw dropped again, and my eyes bugged out.

"Sam, this is Tim. Tim, this is Samantha. Remember I told you about her?"

I mumbled a greeting while drooling. Tim stood about six feet eight or so. With broad shoulders, biceps larger than my thigh and visible through his Spandex suit, a cock that was at least ten inches long and as thick as my wrist. The perfect fit for my lascivious needs.

'Sooooooooooo… horny.'

He approached me, lifted me to my feet without visible effort, and hugged me. My pussy started dripping. I could feel my juices running down my leg. My nipples ached with desire. I could feel his cock against me. What was I going to do?

Johanna comes to the rescue. "Tim, she likes you. Look at her. Her suit is soaked. Doesn't she have a beautiful pussy?"

Tim stood back and ogled me from head to foot. I notice a wet stain appear at the head of his cock.

"Oh, Sam, I think he likes you too. He is starting to drip pre-cum already. Why don't you two go to the sleeping cubicle and get better acquainted? I will prepare supper, and after we eat, the three of us can play."

Tim picked me up like a tiny doll, strode to the sleeping cubicle, and stripped my bodysuit off me. He then, while standing, flipped me upside down with my thighs at the level of his mouth. He then started licking my pussy. His cock was in front of my face, so. I give it a few licks. Then, I decided this was not what I wanted right now.

"Put me down, you big oaf. We can play later. Right now, all I want is your big cock up my cunt. No foreplay, no aft play, just fuck the hell out of me."

"Sorry, Sam, coming right up," he said. Straightening me, he lifted me right off the floor again and lowered me over his cock. I was so wet that when he entered me, he slid right in. I wrapped my legs around his body, hugging him to me. Sheer bliss! He filled me up totally. Then, cupping his huge hands under my ass, he raised and lowered me on his cock. My hands wrapped around his neck, and my legs circled him. I felt just like a sex toy.

His rock-hard cock filled my needy cunt. I felt every inch of it rubbing inside me. It pulsed and throbbed, reaching right to my cervix.

"Tim, please… So good, faster, please. Cumming cum…"

As my pussy exploded, I felt my insides sprayed with his hot thick emission. It was as if a fire hose was washing out my cunt. I panted, trying to regain my breath. Finally, he lifted me off him and set me on the floor. Cum was streaming down my thighs when Johanna popped in, announcing that supper was ready.

Sitting at the table, I told them I would switch to being male for a little while. Johanna was ecstatic; however, Tim looked disappointed. Johanna asked me if I would be interested in being married to them. Surprised, I mulled the proposition for what seemed an eternity. Was I ready to abandon my carefree life? John was always one of my favorites, and I would be drawn to Johanna as a woman. Tim was the one I worried about. 

He turned and smiled at me. "Just make sure when you switch, you get a big model cock. I like them big. In addition, if you have the money, they can put in a reservoir, which will permit you to ejaculate as much cum as you want. Oh, and don't forget a self-lubricating asshole."

"So I take it you wouldn't object?"

"Hell no. I like you, and you would be a great fuck either as a man or as a woman. We are also thinking of bringing in another woman. It would make a nice even number with four of us."

"Sam, I am sure you would like Carol, the woman we are considering. One of the reasons we chose her is that she looks a lot like you." Johanna smiled and said, "Please, Sam. Carol is dropping in soon, so you can judge how you would fit in with the three of us."

oOo

Carol was a revelation to me. She was a marked contrast to Johanna and Tim, who were tall and athletic. Carol was a petite woman with a marked Asian heritage. The words "China Doll" described her perfectly. I fell in lust with her at first glance.

After we were introduced, Johanna and Tim retreated to the kitchen and left us seated side by side on the sofa. I looked her over, admiring her glossy black hair, small tits and pert ass.

"Sam, I understand you are considering joining our family?" she said, flashing a dazzling smile.

"I am now more than considering it," I answered.

"Really! What caused you to make up your mind?"

"You did, Carol. I fell in love with you at first sight. I can't wait to eat you up."

"Why wait? There is no time like the present for a little appetizer before the main course, once you are male."

"You speak wisely. Out of that skin suit and into my lap, little one."

In the blink of an eye, she was breathtakingly nude and sitting in my lap.

Her arms wrapped around my neck, and our lips and tongues kissed passionately. While we exchanged spit greedily, our hands explored each other's bodies.

Her small pointed breasts with those elongated nipples were a delight to tease while her hands did an in-depth exploration of my pussy and ass.

Horbiness returned with a vengeance, and I stood, lifted her over my shoulder, and carried her to the bedroom. Tim said as we passed the kitchen, "I think those two like each other."

I placed her on the bed, spread her thighs to expose her to my lustful view, and gazed down at her beauty. Her mane of black lustrous hair was fanned out, framing her delicate face with its slanted almond-shaped eyes, upturned nose and those glistening red lips. Her tongue was peeping out and seemed to be beckoning me to her.

Unable to resist, I jumped on the bed and placed myself so our faces were adjacent to each other's pussies.

Under my mouth was a tiny mouth-watering pussy with almost no labia to speak of, which was oozing a fragrant trickle of pussy juice.

Before I could take a taste, my cunt was licked by Carol. This woman knew her way around a pussy. She started by licking flat-tongued before slowly parting my nether lips with her tongue. The effect was extraordinary. Her tongue snaked into me, and the tongue fucking she gave me was exquisite.

I ground my girly parts on her face and began giving her as good as she was giving me. Her juices were silky smooth and creamy, and filled my mouth. Not a drop of her essence was wasted as I drank all that she offered me.

I felt my toes curl as I approached my peak while I attempted to hold back, wanting us to both orgasm at the same time. The effort was wasted as Carol snaked a finger up my ass while fingering my g-spot with the other hand and simultaneously sucking on my clit. The result was a mind-blowing orgasm which flooded Carol's face with my pussy juice.

I shook and whimpered with joy and intensified my attack on her pussy and clit. Her orgasm was no less explosive as she flooded my face with an intense squirt of her girly cum.

I reversed my position so we were both in each other's embrace. We licked and cleaned the residue on each other's faces before kissing each other.

The sound of clapping from the door interrupted us. Tim and Johanna were standing there, applauding our performance.

"Is that a deal clincher?" Johanna asked. "Will you be the fourth member of our family?"

"It certainly is," I said. "Though I'm having doubts about the sex change now."

"Why don't you go the futanary route?" Tim suggested.

"Futinary?"

"Yes, become a futa, a hermaphrodite. Both a penis and a pussy. The best of both worlds, and you could keep those magnificent tits. Think of the fun we could have, the four of us."

"Hhmmm."

oOo

The following morning, I went to the seedy part of town, looking for Bert's Body Shop. When I entered the alley where his store was, there was only a boarded-up storefront. A couple of shady-looking characters were hanging around. They told me that he had moved right across from the town hall.

I descended to one of the inner rings, and a glitzy establishment stood across from City Hall, announcing itself as Bert's Body Emporium. I scratch my head; Bert had set up his body shop ten years ago when I left. He had been one of my crew during the ill-fated pirate episode. It came back to me that I had lent him a few bucks to get him started.

When I entered the emporium, a snooty salesperson approached me. Her nose was so high up in the air that I could almost see into it. It was not a pleasant sight. I asked to see Bert.

"Do you have an appointment?" She asked. "Monsieur Bert only receives by appointment."

"No, I don't…."

"Well, Ms. Then, you cannot see him."

Using my command voice, which can carry across a parade square, I bellowed, "Get that miserable piece of shit out here now."

"Certainly not," She answered. "Who are yo…."

Her comment ended abruptly as I lifted her up, anticipating with joy launching her against the far wall.

I paused as a guy dressed in a gold and pink skin suit pranced out from the back, asking what was happening. He looked like a pansy. We stared at each other, and recognition dawned on our faces.

"Sam, my Sam, what a joy to see you. Please put her down. She is my top salesperson. Mademoiselle, this is Captain Samantha. She owns twenty-five percent of this establishment."

"Sorry, Captain, I did not know. Can I apologize by giving you a nice cunt licking or maybe kissing your ass, Ma'am?"

"No, just go sell. Sell a lot. Bert, what is this about me owning part of this dump?"

"Come into my office, " he said, leading me to a room with enough gold encrusted on the walls and furnishings to gild the Taj Mahal on old earth. It was so garish that I felt nauseous. Huge oil paintings of overripe women complete the décor.

"Sam, it's like this. You loaned me money when I was down and out. Without that loan, I would not be here today. So, therefore, twenty-five percent of this is yours."

"How much does that come out to in bucks?"

He picked up the Luna Space-Time Gazette, leafed through it, and answered, "Close to a billion at the close of the market."

"You're shitting me?"

"Not at all. Look for yourself."

"And the pansy look, what's that all about?"

"Oh, just something I do for business reasons. I got the idea from one of the old dress designers. Back then, one of the greatest made his name by being gay. If I remember right, his name was Christian Door or something like that."

"But how did you manage to get from that dump you were in to end up here?"

He leaned back in his power executive chair to explain that he started with ideas but no clients. 

"So I started offering free modifications to the happy girls who worked that stretch, catering to the tourist trade. Many of the johns were delighted with what I had done and started to send their real girlfriends and wives to see me. The word began to get around. Soon, I was considered one of the best in the trade.

"Today, I have Emporiums on all the solar system planets. I have thirty designers working for me, and we do a brisk business."

"How much do you charge?"

"Well, people who ask that question cannot afford me. I occasionally will give a little discount if the client accepts to have a tattoo on their butt saying 'Designed by Bert.' Now, what brings you to me, beautiful?"

"Bert, I want to make some modifications."

"Just that? Nothing fancy."

"No, nothing fancy, but I need a big cock to go along with my pussy. I am getting married, and both the wives and the other husband insist on that. Oh, and no tattoo. What will that cost me?"

"For you, Sam, it's free. I will even design it myself. So sit back and let me sketch some ideas, and we will finish it today. Would you like a drink while you wait?"

Half an hour later, he returned with a folio of sketches. We discussed them, and I suggested some modifications to the design. The next thing I knew, I was whisked to an operating room and put under.

I woke up some unknown time later, and Bert ushered me to a full-length mirror. I looked at myself and began to drool. I will have a hard time making decisions as to which sex organ to use. The thought then came that I could use both at the same time. Bliss.

'I am horny.'

Taking my leave of Bert, I returned to the store's front. Mademoiselle looked at me and offered me to fuck her, or she could give me a blowjob, anything my heart desires.

But I was in a hurry to return to my family, so I declined. Out in the street, a sleek black-furred cat woman purred in my ear and offered me her charms. Again, I refused and hopped into the next cab pod to get home.

'I am so horny.'

The autopilot stopped in front of the door. As I stepped out of the cab pod, I was hit by a tsunami of naked bodies that burst out of the living quarters.

The three-way body hug transported me inside. During those brief moments, my bodysuit was removed. I know that my horniness will now end. It was wonderful to be finally home.

∞

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