Thread: Lost in space

Sorry for the late reply. Busy time of year! x.x Two to three hundred years....? So long....I so wish we could live that long....there's so much to do and so little time.... Trace shook his head slowly. There were some projects he'd heard rumours about, attempts to expand the human lifespan, but he wasn't a biologist, he could only begin to grasp the basics of the work that had been going on....though he'd long since lost access to any of those projects. Hm? My age? Well it was my twentieth birthday last month. And I most certainly am not a child There was a slightly angry tone to his voice...he hated being called a child....his entire professional career he had been called a child....and just as he had been starting to change that he had come out with his theories on Hyperspace....after that the insults had just started all over again. Uh....yeah...we don't have anything to stop that....our bodies....do have a habit of doing what they want sometimes whether our minds want it or not.... He coughed and blushed slightly, then sank into the odd liquid, he certainly couldn't call it water. Huh? He blinked as she started to wash his back before he could even say anything, but then it shouldn't have been surprising. It seemed to be a pretty common thing....infact he couldn't see anyone bathing alone....everyone was with at least one other person it seemed, just washing each other without necessarily asking one another for it. A micro organism...? There are things living in this water...? I...see.... No wonder he couldn't see any of them using soap, or anything like soap. There was no need for it. The water itself was removing the dirt far better than any kind of soap ever could. Hm? Not expected? He glanced down and blinked, then gasped and looked himself over. My...my hair...? He quickly reached up for his head, then let out a sigh of relief. At least this hair is alright it seems.....just seems to have removed body hair... He let out a sigh of relief, then another one when she wrapped a towel around his waist. Ah...thanks... He smiled lightly, the towel feeling rather nice against his skin. It's alright.....I guess you didn't know....just feels strange to have no hairs on my body...gonna take some getting used to... He followed her up to the next pool, removing the towel and slowly sliding into the water in order to relax. Inside him the nano-machines were busy at work indeed, attempting to 'repair' what they perceived as damage. However there was far more at work. Whilst he had been in the pool, many of the Laych organisms had entered his body. This wasn't unusual, it happened to everyone who got into the pool after all and was perfectly harmless. Infact the Laych were even older than the Ithreans themselves, the Laych had even influenced the Ithreans evolution, even sharing some of their DNA. The nano-machines had not been oblivious to this fact, and they could see the DNA of the Laych as containing parts that were 'missing' from Trace's body. They had quickly moved in on the Laych, extracting the DNA and then immediately setting to work on grafting it onto Trace's own DNA. It would by no means turn him into an Ithrean, but it was definitely the beginning of giving him small elements of Ithrean genetic structure. As Trace leaned back to relax in the pool he closed his eyes, letting out a soft sigh. He couldn't even feel the changes...why would he? After all his DNA was being altered, or more precisely it was being added to. The nano-machines could add brand new sequences onto his existing DNA but they couldn't alter or remove what was already there. He didn't even notice as his body was changing slightly. First it was his balls...swelling a little as they grew a little larger...though unknown to anyone there were totally new ones also beginning to form inside of his body. Even more noticeable however was his chest slowly beginning to expand. It was subtle at first, just his nipples changing, becoming larger and puffier. But then his flat chest started to expand outwards. Slowly but surely he was growing a set of breasts, and he seemed so relaxed that he was oblivious to it, just attributing any odd sensations to the liquid he was bathing in. By the time the growth stopped, a firm and perky pair of 40DD breasts were now sitting on Trace's chest.