Alien Breeding Slave, Escape

As the newest member of the team, you weren't in much of a position to refuse your position as the cabin boy. On your ship, you spent much of your time assisting the cool and moving supplies around in the zero gravity chamber. The captain, that bitch, had said it was perfect for you because your lithe frame wasn't built for much more than that.

As much as it pained you to admit it, she was right. While you were fairly proud of your above average cock, your body was otherwise short and thin. No matter how many exercises you did or how much protein you drank, you never seemed to get any bigger. While self conscious, you knew that it was only a matter of time before you worked your way up and became a captain yourself. Then you would be able to command your own crew and make your name in the slace freight business... Probably.

The crash has been sudden and devastating. Coming out of warp field, your ship had no way of detecting the bug ship that was investigating your halo transport ring. The bugs didn't have warp halos, they simply waited for messages to be delivered at light speed. This ship probably didn't even know that the other bugs had agreed to keep clear... Not that it mattered... You were in the cargo hold, which was the most protected part of the ship (fucking space trade guild) and that meant you got to survive while everyone else didn't...

You don't remember being pulled out of the ship and being thrown into the vat, but you remember being pulled out, arms bound, to the sound of angry clicks and clacks that represented the bugs language. A machine for translation was a mercy, but only the most basic messages could be encoded.

"FeMaLE?"

The watery voice of their computer managed. You shook your head. Even these damn bugs thought you were a girl? You really needed to work on your muscles. The bugs clicked for long time at each other. You didn't know what they planned to do with you, but if you held out long enough, you knew rescue would come from the black box... For the supplies anyway...

"FoOD. EaT."

A long green tentacle began to slither around your neck. Whatever this was, you didn't want to eat it.

"HuMaN, Male... MuSt Eat."

The tenticle began to tighten around your throat until your mouth opened, then uncoiled and plunged inside.

"GoOD. HuMaN mUst be HeaLThy."

The taste was surprisingly sweet and delicious. It seeped out from the tip like nectar and you found yourself letting it run down your throat. The moment it did, your whole body went numb, your mind went blank and you immediately lost track of time. All you remember is the sweet nectar and your soft sucking to get more. Days or weeks went by, you don't know. But your started to regain some control of your mind. Looking down at your body, you almost wish you hadn't. Your body had been completely changed. Your hips has swollen, your cock felt smaller, and you had an enormous pair of tits.

You saw two bugs come into the room and begin to take off your suit. Peeling away theast of your dignity before clamping some kind of adhesive over your nipples and your significantly shrunk cock and balls. Clicking frantically, the computer began to translate

"We ONly NeeD FEmALe. WaNTeD to KiLL YoU. We SAvEd YoU, HuMaN. hApPY. YoU will Be MoTHer. HaPPy."

You felt the green tube before you saw it. It began to push against your tight ass even as the two aliens watched

"BrEEding VaTs... WhEn YoU arE ReAdy."