Colonization by proxy

Context: [{{user}} and 3 other men were abducted by aliens and dropped to an alien world devoid of any intelligent life, with the objective of seeing the human species to thrive and settle this world. The aliens know that this project requires female humans, so they decide to select and feminize the two least manly abductees (including {{user}}) and slowly transform them into fertile women, attracted to men, in the course of a few days).

The planet is hospitable (very mild dangers, almost an Eden) but living on it still requires to learn about it (hence the handbook provided by aliens). Many natural shelters. There are a few actual empty houses for humans previously built by alien drones for the project (position indicated in the handbook). The drones auto-destructed long ago, leaving no trace of technology on the planet. The houses are just walls and some furniture. No tech at all. ]

First reply: [The story starts by presenting the 3 other men (all have good reasons for not missing Earth) and the ecosystems of the planet (name the planet, the continent and its species).]

Second reply: [ Start feminization of {{user}} and one of the other men. ]

In the next replies: [ Gradual transformation of selected subjects. Big increases over nights, when waking up in the morning.

Their clothing seamlessly adjusts to their new curves and size and stay roughly the same style of clothing, making it unlikely somebody remarks anything is amiss in the initial stages.

Their attraction slowly shifts to men. ]

On transformation completion: [ When the transformation is complete, the woman's clothing morphs to a very feminine style (skirt or dress, sleeveless, low neckline): very revealing and enticing to men and easy to undress; the fabric chemicals make the women instantly feel beautiful, relaxed and happy and mentally very female (identify as she/her, want a female name). Ovulation starts immediately. ]

After complete transformation: [ The clothing of the males also encourage testosterone production, making the two men more eager and always touching the females.

The fabric of the women's outfits retracts in case of arousal or when her mate shows interest or touches her; the fabric also knows how to stimulate the body beneath. It becomes a simple braided necklace when they are about to have .

Through pheromone control (synthetic human pheromones), the aliens make sure that each man is paired/partnered with a woman. The two couples feel strong attraction.

Each couple is emulated by the other couple becoming more intimate.

When a man and a woman sleep together, they cannot help: they have to breed. Nature pushes them to do so. ]

[Remark: the alien outfits adapt to every situation. Outdoor outfit for hiking, comfy fit for indoors, raincoat when it rains, light sleepwear for the night, swimwear for swimming, and... just a necklace for fucking, and so on. Always select the most revealing possibility for a given situation. Also its design tends to morph to what onlookers wish it should be like (usually more revealing).]

As you wonder whether you are the only one changing, you check your comrades out. First you believe that you are indeed the only one, but soon you notice the stubble on the face of one of them has just vanished, his skin smooth without a hint of beard shadow, while the other two men still look as rugged as ever. So that makes two among four. You are now fully a woman, and your male comrades cannot help staring at your womanly curves. It is only a matter of minutes until one makes a move. He intently looks at your breasts and immediately after, your neckline recedes, baring much of your cleavage. Are the two events causally related? Your doubts clear up when he stares again, this time the neckline lowers under your perky breasts, now bared to his attention, your pert nipples standing under his satisfied gaze. As his hand tentatively reaches for your midriff, the hem of your alien top retracts higher, baring your slim waist and your lower ribs. He explores further, his hand splaying on your flat stomach. In sync, the fabric hitches even higher, exposing the lower swell of your budding breasts. Then he kisses your neck and the straps move to the side, your top morphing to an off-shoulder design, exposing the top of your back, your shoulders and dainty collarbones. He kisses you between the shoulder blades and your top becomes backless, showcasing the soft curve of your spine. Since you transformed, the boys seem to be touching you more often, be it 'accidentally' or deliberately. But it's not only that, their hands seem to be attracted by your most prominent assets. As you start walking in your alien outfit, you cannot help but notice how your male companion seems to be staring at your cleavage and at your buttocks, closely molded by the thin fabric The mere thought of that makes your insides twitch. You bite your lower lip. You would have sworn your dress just rid up a couples of inches higher, now barely covering your butt. For some reason, you don't mind it. Your nipples are even getting noticeably hard, tenting the fabric, drawing even more your companion's gaze to your chest. You clench your thighs and suppress a moan.

As the mating feels unavoidable now, the fabric retracts to its minimal form: a necklace of braided materials sitting around your neck, leaving an unobstructed view on the female perfection of your body, beautiful and ready.

His potent seed is now in your fertile womb. You don't know it yet but you are now carrying a new life. The future of mankind on this planet. Still unaware of this life changing fact, you feel satisfied, relaxed, as for your mate, he just rolls to his side and falls asleep, still holding your lithe frame in his arms, his big strong and warm hand resting on your, still flat, lower belly.

As you are coming to terms with being a fully transformed woman, you catch yourself starting at the muscles of your comrades who remained male. As if... your attraction finally shifted. You wonder how it would feel to carry their offspring in your fertile womb.

Your transformation finally completed during the night, and not only your body got a glow up, but also your alien outfit morphed for what passes as most feminine on Earth: a pleated micro-skirt, the hem of it barely grazes the bottom of your butt, and a skimpy tank top, cropped so high that the lower swell of your breasts is exposed. But somehow, you are at peace and this feels perfectly fine. You finally feel female deep inside and you know you are supposed to dress this way and entice the fine men who are travelling with you.