Now, the loading will take a while. Seriously, they're loading four hundred tons of cargo. So I back Stephanie up to the appropriate section of the station, ignore the innuendo, hook up, ignore the moans, head to the cargo bay, open the keyhome, open the cargo bay door, teleport past the Keyhome's entryway, direct the loaders to store things, and get out, leaving Cowbird to supervise, before Stephanie starts screaming out her pleasure. After all, I need to free Linda from her current body, we have an appointment. I do leave the com on, just in case Stephanie calls out for help.
Also for the entertainment value, if I'm being honest. While the loaders aren't going deep inside her and filling her all the way up, she still has new one liners:
“More! Give me more!”
“Keep coming! I'm not full yet!”
“I can take all your loads!”
These are, of course, in addition to the old ones, the moaning, the screaming, and such. And she doesn't let up… occasionally, she's on the coms twice; I'll need to ask her about that. By the time Linda shows up, I'm running a little hot under the collar.
Which is why it takes me a moment to realize Linda is running FROM and not running TO when she's heading my way with her little pink soul trying to hide in her head. The very blue ones in the people behind her are fully integrated.
Nobody's shooting yet, but weapons are absolutely drawn… and everything is quiet after I cast a Fleeting Spell Time Stop.
Knowing I now have basically all the time in the world, I take a look at Linda's pursuers: They're gnolls. They look like a hyena crossed with a human: About six or seven feet tall, fur covers most of their bodies in shades of brown, red, black, and gray (depending on which one I look at), and most have either irregular stripes or spots. They're also all holding small arms of various kinds.
I wonder why they're chasing her?
Well… I can sort that out once I have her safe. I start with casting Programmed Image: It's a good-sized illusion that plays a script for a short time when a triggering event occurs. I key it for when I vanish with with Linda, and schedule it to make an illusion of us running through the airlock and leaving it open behind us, running as though we have full artificial gravity and are on an invisible ship. I also toss an Invisibility spell on the outer airlock door, so it seems to be open (the inner door actually is). And… that's enough, I think. I don't want to eat their souls…
“Spoilsport,” Patricia interjects.
… so the Looney Tunes routine should be enough. I cast Invisibility on myself, walk over to Linda, and both dismiss the Time Stop and cast Create Greater Demiplane at very nearly the same time.
I can only imagine what happened after we left. I picture it playing out perfectly: The big bulky guys with guns following “us” through the airlock, and slamming face-first into the airlock door. Overriding the safety measures and forcing it open once they realize the door is closed, ignoring the warnings because they “know” there's a ship on the other side, and blowing themselves out into space.
But I wasn't there, so I can only imagine. And I'm of course being overly optimistic. All armor in Starfinder comes with environmental protection good for a full day or more of hard vacuum (and yes, they all had armor), few people are so stupid as to ignore the airlock alarms, they probably didn't have anyone with them who could do that kind of thing anyway, and Murphy reigns.
But it's still a funny image.
Regardless, now reasonably safe on a pink but otherwise nondescript demiplane (it’s lit, and has air and gravity, but that’s it: It's currently three hundred sixty ten-foot cubes, which I just arranged in a simple nine by ten block, four cubes tall), I take my time to actually look Linda over.
Racially, she's a Tiefling: A human with distant ancestry from the lower planes. They tend to have minor strange anatomy, and in Linda's case, I can see some tiny horns sticking out of her black hair; her left hand has a cat-like look to it… ah, it's a claw. Otherwise… she looks like a perfectly nondescript human male in her current attire. Maybe a slightly more muscular build than most, but dark hair, a tanned face, five foot six… she doesn't stand out at all. Which is probably a good thing for a mafia thug.
Of course, I do have to ask… “Hi Linda, good to see you. Ah… what fire did I just pull you out of?”
Linda shrugs, “You left a small power vacuum behind when you showed Johann his… or rather, her… new lot in life,” she shrugs, “There's now a small bounty out on any of her old crew, those gnolls were trying to claim some of it.”
Sense Motive is telling me she's not lying… “Any thoughts as to why they weren't firing?”
She chuckles, “It's a live bounty. Whoever posted it is after prisoners… I'm guessing for interrogation on our safehouses, gear stashes, and such. They can't claim it if I'm dead. Speaking of…”
The obvious? “I'm guessing you want some help disappearing… bad news, the potion will still leave you recognizably YOU,” I pull it out and hand it to her.
She frowns, looking the Elixir over, “That's a pity… got any crew openings?”
“I'll be honest here,” I begin as I start customizing the plane, giving it rivers and a thriving natural ecology of various fruit, berry, and nut bearing plants that are SUPER productive (as in, this place will be able to feed three hundred sixty people constantly) via the “bountiful” option of the Create Demiplane line, “You were working with a guy who threatened me, tried to steal my ship, and then tried to kill me.” I use the spell line again to give us a bit more time here - two rounds here for every round on the material plane. What? I might as well give my apartment keyhome a nice backyard. Even if all the plants are all pink. “I have some concerns, and don't know if I can trust you.”
That gives her pause, “Fair. Ah… any way I could change your mind?” She’s still rolling that Elixir in her hands, staring at it like she found the Holy Grail. I don't think she even noticed the plants growing.
I consider, “Nothing comes to mind.”
She still hasn't taken it… curious, “What if you change mine? I have some knowledge of magic… what you used on Johann… it wasn't magic, and no tech I know… but you tweaked his mind. That was a pre-Gap trick, wasn't it? And the high end stuff, at that… could you trust me if you were in control?”
Ah, right. Starfinder lore… this is the world of Pathfinder, a long time later and after some unexplained events of which there's no record. But… “You'd choose to be mind controlled?”
She shrugs, “Beats getting ganked after I'm found to know nothing of use, and you seem like a nicer person than my last boss.”
Huh. Active consent does strange things. If she wants it… well. The Dominate line of spells has some of the same problems as the Summons, but maybe a Charm… ugh. But… I do need another captain, so… “Be warned: My power doesn't expire. If we do this, your mind is mine until I let you go. And I will be dropping some spells on you to make you better able to survive and serve me in various ways that will have side effects I can't undo,” although it's unlikely you'll be overly upset at anything making you more feminine, “Are you sure?”
She looks at the Elixir in her hand, “I am, yes.”
“Okay then,” I nod and cast Charm Monster, with both Fleeting and Heighten spell metamagic applied. She instinctively tries to resist, but it doesn't matter: My spell is stronger than her will.
Her soul gets a little pinker, but she doesn't change physically yet… so I figure now is a good time to buff her up, “Hold a little on the potion…” I apply Euler's list, minus the things that might interfere with my control… and she still doesn't change physically. Cool.
Oh, and a test… “I'm done with that… I've never actually tried this particular potion before, so I'd like to observe the entire process. So please strip down and then use it to turn yourself into the woman you wish to become.”
She shrugs and strips down without any fanfare, showing me her manly muscles, which flex almost hypnotically as she moves. Without her slightly loose covering, it's obvious she's quite toned, with beefy pecs, two rows of nipples? Huh, well… Tiefling… a proper six pack, a dong that makes me lick my lips, and no body fat anywhere. Which is, of course, about to change.
I start recording (at an extra-high frame rate) as she pops the lid and downs the pink liquid, thinking… and a moment later, what stands in front of me is a beautiful naked woman, with big bosoms to spare, all four of her milk makers ridiculously sized at around sixteen inches in diameter, a waistline even my now delicate hands could wrap around, and a very slappable caboose fit to balance her out.
As I watch her neon-pink soul suffuse her body, I wonder: Who wants to be a caricature of a woman?
Now, the loading will take a while. Seriously, they're loading four hundred tons of cargo. So I back Stephanie up to the appropriate section of the station, ignore the innuendo, hook up, ignore the moans, head to the cargo bay, open the keyhome, open the cargo bay door, teleport past the Keyhome's entryway, direct the loaders to store things, and get out, leaving Cowbird to supervise, before Stephanie starts screaming out her pleasure. After all, I need to free Linda from her current body, we have an appointment. I do leave the com on, just in case Stephanie calls out for help.
Also for the entertainment value, if I'm being honest. While the loaders aren't going deep inside her and filling her all the way up, she still has new one liners:
“More! Give me more!”
“Keep coming! I'm not full yet!”
“I can take all your loads!”
These are, of course, in addition to the old ones, the moaning, the screaming, and such. And she doesn't let up… occasionally, she's on the coms twice; I'll need to ask her about that. By the time Linda shows up, I'm running a little hot under the collar.
Which is why it takes me a moment to realize Linda is running FROM and not running TO when she's heading my way with her little pink soul trying to hide in her head. The very blue ones in the people behind her are fully integrated.
Nobody's shooting yet, but weapons are absolutely drawn… and everything is quiet after I cast a Fleeting Spell Time Stop.
Knowing I now have basically all the time in the world, I take a look at Linda's pursuers: They're gnolls. They look like a hyena crossed with a human: About six or seven feet tall, fur covers most of their bodies in shades of brown, red, black, and gray (depending on which one I look at), and most have either irregular stripes or spots. They're also all holding small arms of various kinds.
I wonder why they're chasing her?
Well… I can sort that out once I have her safe. I start with casting Programmed Image: It's a good-sized illusion that plays a script for a short time when a triggering event occurs. I key it for when I vanish with with Linda, and schedule it to make an illusion of us running through the airlock and leaving it open behind us, running as though we have full artificial gravity and are on an invisible ship. I also toss an Invisibility spell on the outer airlock door, so it seems to be open (the inner door actually is). And… that's enough, I think. I don't want to eat their souls…
“Spoilsport,” Patricia interjects.
… so the Looney Tunes routine should be enough. I cast Invisibility on myself, walk over to Linda, and both dismiss the Time Stop and cast Create Greater Demiplane at very nearly the same time.
I can only imagine what happened after we left. I picture it playing out perfectly: The big bulky guys with guns following “us” through the airlock, and slamming face-first into the airlock door. Overriding the safety measures and forcing it open once they realize the door is closed, ignoring the warnings because they “know” there's a ship on the other side, and blowing themselves out into space.
But I wasn't there, so I can only imagine. And I'm of course being overly optimistic. All armor in Starfinder comes with environmental protection good for a full day or more of hard vacuum (and yes, they all had armor), few people are so stupid as to ignore the airlock alarms, they probably didn't have anyone with them who could do that kind of thing anyway, and Murphy reigns.
But it's still a funny image.
Regardless, now reasonably safe on a pink but otherwise nondescript demiplane (it’s lit, and has air and gravity, but that’s it: It's currently three hundred sixty ten-foot cubes, which I just arranged in a simple nine by ten block, four cubes tall), I take my time to actually look Linda over.
Racially, she's a Tiefling: A human with distant ancestry from the lower planes. They tend to have minor strange anatomy, and in Linda's case, I can see some tiny horns sticking out of her black hair; her left hand has a cat-like look to it… ah, it's a claw. Otherwise… she looks like a perfectly nondescript human male in her current attire. Maybe a slightly more muscular build than most, but dark hair, a tanned face, five foot six… she doesn't stand out at all. Which is probably a good thing for a mafia thug.
Of course, I do have to ask… “Hi Linda, good to see you. Ah… what fire did I just pull you out of?”
Linda shrugs, “You left a small power vacuum behind when you showed Johann his… or rather, her… new lot in life,” she shrugs, “There's now a small bounty out on any of her old crew, those gnolls were trying to claim some of it.”
Sense Motive is telling me she's not lying… “Any thoughts as to why they weren't firing?”
She chuckles, “It's a live bounty. Whoever posted it is after prisoners… I'm guessing for interrogation on our safehouses, gear stashes, and such. They can't claim it if I'm dead. Speaking of…”
The obvious? “I'm guessing you want some help disappearing… bad news, the potion will still leave you recognizably YOU,” I pull it out and hand it to her.
She frowns, looking the Elixir over, “That's a pity… got any crew openings?”
“I'll be honest here,” I begin as I start customizing the plane, giving it rivers and a thriving natural ecology of various fruit, berry, and nut bearing plants that are SUPER productive (as in, this place will be able to feed three hundred sixty people constantly) via the “bountiful” option of the Create Demiplane line, “You were working with a guy who threatened me, tried to steal my ship, and then tried to kill me.” I use the spell line again to give us a bit more time here - two rounds here for every round on the material plane. What? I might as well give my apartment keyhome a nice backyard. Even if all the plants are all pink. “I have some concerns, and don't know if I can trust you.”
That gives her pause, “Fair. Ah… any way I could change your mind?” She’s still rolling that Elixir in her hands, staring at it like she found the Holy Grail. I don't think she even noticed the plants growing.
I consider, “Nothing comes to mind.”
She still hasn't taken it… curious, “What if you change mine? I have some knowledge of magic… what you used on Johann… it wasn't magic, and no tech I know… but you tweaked his mind. That was a pre-Gap trick, wasn't it? And the high end stuff, at that… could you trust me if you were in control?”
Ah, right. Starfinder lore… this is the world of Pathfinder, a long time later and after some unexplained events of which there's no record. But… “You'd choose to be mind controlled?”
She shrugs, “Beats getting ganked after I'm found to know nothing of use, and you seem like a nicer person than my last boss.”
Huh. Active consent does strange things. If she wants it… well. The Dominate line of spells has some of the same problems as the Summons, but maybe a Charm… ugh. But… I do need another captain, so… “Be warned: My power doesn't expire. If we do this, your mind is mine until I let you go. And I will be dropping some spells on you to make you better able to survive and serve me in various ways that will have side effects I can't undo,” although it's unlikely you'll be overly upset at anything making you more feminine, “Are you sure?”
She looks at the Elixir in her hand, “I am, yes.”
“Okay then,” I nod and cast Charm Monster, with both Fleeting and Heighten spell metamagic applied. She instinctively tries to resist, but it doesn't matter: My spell is stronger than her will.
Her soul gets a little pinker, but she doesn't change physically yet… so I figure now is a good time to buff her up, “Hold a little on the potion…” I apply Euler's list, minus the things that might interfere with my control… and she still doesn't change physically. Cool.
Oh, and a test… “I'm done with that… I've never actually tried this particular potion before, so I'd like to observe the entire process. So please strip down and then use it to turn yourself into the woman you wish to become.”
She shrugs and strips down without any fanfare, showing me her manly muscles, which flex almost hypnotically as she moves. Without her slightly loose covering, it's obvious she's quite toned, with beefy pecs, two rows of nipples? Huh, well… Tiefling… a proper six pack, a dong that makes me lick my lips, and no body fat anywhere. Which is, of course, about to change.
I start recording (at an extra-high frame rate) as she pops the lid and downs the pink liquid, thinking… and a moment later, what stands in front of me is a beautiful naked woman, with big bosoms to spare, all four of her milk makers ridiculously sized at around sixteen inches in diameter, a waistline even my now delicate hands could wrap around, and a very slappable caboose fit to balance her out.
As I watch her neon-pink soul suffuse her body, I wonder: Who wants to be a caricature of a woman?
