Kelly Chambers gasped for breath. Her bluish body glistened with a thorough covering of sweat and asari cum, the mixture of which produced an attractive, if tangy smell. For a brief instant, as her eyes regained focus and her consciousness returned, the young Maiden felt confused and disoriented. Deep inside, something was missing entirely. Her body was still the same indigo hue as it should have been, while she was still resting on the leather couch near the observation window. Yet, deep down she felt something to be off. She could not sense it with her eyes or find it with eagerly exploring fingers. Kelly Chambers could not discover any difference in her body, but she knew right away that something was different now than before she had fallen into a quick nap.
"Samara?" Miranda asked, perplexed by this recent turn of events, particularly the justicar's apparent change in species amidst other, mental alterations that she was only now becoming aware of. The former asari had not panicked when her body underwent a startling metamorphosis, but rather she seemed to enjoy the sensations of her new figure and the new flesh and blood that replaced her lifelong heritage. It was too seamless, Miranda pondered, knowing well enough that Samara would never trade in her blue skin for that of a weaker race. Now, the new woman with a cock was on her knees pledging some sort of submission. The first thing that popped into her head was how Kelly had treated the justicar when they were in the room together. What did she say? Mistress? Miranda was no fool, and she quickly concluded that her milk had changed not only the former asari's body, but her mind as well, giving it deference to the host of the fluid that had invaded her body.
"I am here to serve you, my Goddess, or please you if you request it of me. My duty on the Normandy is that to personally assist the famed Miranda Lawson, and to grant my body to her as she requests. I am forever grateful to be bestowed with the gift of humanity, and the genetic code of the Goddess herself."
Miranda giggled. She didn't mean to disrespect the woman's beliefs, but the whole thing seemed too outrageous for anyone to take seriously. "Goddess? I'm your Goddess?. Samara is this some sort of act? I could hardly consider myself to be some great deity above you. Hell, I should be the one on my knees bowing down to you. You are heavily trained and thoroughly experienced, and a welcome addition to the Normandy."
"You are ever kind," Samara replied. "I fear for your punishment and plead for your courage upon my soul. I am your shadow, serving you as you please. Everything that you request of me, I will do without question. I wish that my legacy as your assistant will surpass my greatest accomplishments. It is my one true duty to please the Goddess."
Miranda pouted and raised an eyebrow. There was no question now that Samara wasn't fooling around. The act was too perfect, like some rehearsal for this exact moment. Yet, the female officer hardly believed this to be some recital or prepared speech. The justicar was telling the truth. Samara truly believed herself to be at the command of Lawson's superior presence. It was such a mind-boggling revelation that Miranda could hardly even think of what to do next. For one thing, she had a willing slave prepared to do anything. However, how were they going to reverse all of this? The transformations were strangely exciting in a weird way, she had to admit, but this was getting out of hand. Was the real Samara still underneath that tan skin, or was her identity completely erased? Miranda could not bear to think of the latter.
"Samara?" another voice asked. Miranda Lawson turned to see the asari Kelly Chambers awake and standing up. Whatever sexual trance had befallen the woman now seemed to be passed. Still, it was difficult to view this blue-skinned creature as the Yeoman of the ship. They were going to have some explaining to do if everything could not be returned to normal anytime soon.
The justicar's ear perked up as she heard the Maiden's voice, but she did not turn her head to recognize the request of an individual not of her kind. She stayed focused in bowing for the Goddess. After all, the busty, naked woman on the couch was her true master, and the only voice which she would address herself to.
Meanwhile, Kelly Chambers was bewildered seeing this pale creature kneeling before Miranda Lawson. She didn't want to believe that this woman had been Samara, but the crimson jewelry surrounding her eyes and covering her brow was not some trick of her mind. The golden band adorned her neck as well, exactly matching the only justicar on the Normandy. Besides that, she was entirely nude and still possessed a cock between her legs. The Yeoman felt ashamed just looking at it, disgusted by its ugly appearance and the apparently vanishing of her Mistress.
Miranda saw the distraught look on Kelly's face and urged her to stay back. "She's going through a lot right now. I know this must be tough, but please don't disturb her. Things have already gotten way too complicated, and I don't want anything else to happen."
Kelly Chambers ignored the woman and called out to the only asari that she looked up to. "Samara! What the hell's happened to you? Who did this?" The human woman with a cock didn't respond, and Kelly grew more enraged by this avoidance of the very creature that had brought her into this world. The blue-skinned justicar was the one person she had to thank for unleashing her true potential and giving her the gift to live for hundreds of years. Without her current form, she was merely a weakling of a much more insubstantial race. Her lower lip curled in repulsion just from looking at her new form. "Goddamnit! Please respond to me!."
Samara slowly turned her head just enough so that the asari would be aware of her voice, but she did not draw her gaze away from the woman sitting on the couch. "I am serving the Goddess, as you should, young one. She is our savior and an idol of human femininity. I dare not disappoint our one true leader."
Kelly Chambers wiped a lone tear from her eye, perhaps a reminder of her former weakness of being a human. She flung the drop as far away as she could, hoping that it would never return again. Without Samara to guide her, she was completely lost. Her lifelong duty to serve the justicar was now for nothing. With no Samara, the true Samara, then her servitude meant absolutely nothing. Yet, she couldn't hate the justicar for her change of mind. There had to be a reason for her transformation. Curiously, she gazed at the one other person in the room, and she fumed in anger.
"It was you! Fucking bitch! You're the one would did this to Samara! You took away her entire life and stripped her of her asari heritage!" Kelly knew deep down inside that Miranda did not have any intention to alter everything that was important to her. The female officer was no villain aboard the ship, and she certainly possessed no animosity towards the rest of the crew. The psychology tests had proved that. However, the reasoning behind the deduction was from a life far removed, and involved a Yeoman that Kelly Chambers hardly recognized anymore. Her new purpose had been of complete service and indulgence in sexuality, but now in the blink of an eye, half of it had been completely wiped out. In essence, she did not hate the woman with the enlarged breasts, but she felt the need to place blame somewhere.
Miranda saw the asari's eyes and immediately prepared for self-defense. "Back down Kelly! I never meant for any of this to happen! We are dealing with things far beyond our understanding. Look at yourself. You used to be human and now you barely even remember it. Your asari physiology has taken a hold of you." Lawson eyed the blue bubble that had surrounded the asari Maiden's body. "Do not forget who you are."
"Embrace the true Goddess, Kelly. She is the one true leader that we must look up to."
The Yeoman's eyes shifted back and forth, trying to pinpoint the exact origin of everything that had been wrong to her. Her blue naked body rested as still as a statue, but her mind was reeling at the consequences of every single possible outcome. On one hand, she did not want to harm her human friends, but the loss of her Mistress solicited a needed response on her part. She had to show that she was strong and an able-bodied member of the asari race. Backing down now would show weakness on her part, something which her new ancestry would forever be shameful for.
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