Artemis Ship Log:

MISSION CLOCK: Day 0

All systems report - GREEN. Crew status - STASIS. Course - VERIFIED. Gravitic Drive - ENGAGED.

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MISSION CLOCK: Day 22254 (60 years, 354 days since departure)

Course - ADJUSTED IN RESPONSE TO IN-SYSTEM REALITIES. Analysis of HD3423-D underway… … … Observations suggest HD3423-D is HABITABLE with high probability of indigenous lifeforms.

MISSION OVERRIDE.

Conditions match prerequisites for DEMETER PROTOCOL. Institute new priorities for Intelligent Ship Systems Administrator (ISSA) Artificial Intelligence.

Orbit achieved in 427 hours.

MISION CLOCK: Day 22275

I gasped for breath, like I had been plunged underwater a long time and broke through the surface. In some ways, I hadn’t. If everything had gone to plan, this was my first breath in many, many years.

The screen on my pod had a helpful, playful animated person on it. “Breathe, Specialist Frost, breathe.” I coughed hard, expelling the suspension fluid from my body. My voice croaked, “Fuck…” My body shook slightly. “Remain calm. You may experience disorientation during the resuscitation process.

I noticed one of the med team was on the other side of the glass, my vision was blurry.

The seal of the pod cracked and eased open. “It’s okay, can you understand me alright?”

My eyes were moving in different directions. “Yeah, I’m just fucked up.”

“Better than average,” the nurse said with a laugh. I met her before, the crew wasn’t that big, but I couldn’t pull her name from the memory banks. “Let’s get you out of the goop.” She took my arm and helped me out. From there it was a barrage of tests and pokes and prods. After about an hour I started to feel more like my old self.

I got showered and dressed in a crew jumpsuit. I did what I had wanted to do since we left Earth. I found the nearest viewing port and looked out. There it was, a new world. A world with oceans, clouds, and life. Non-Sol system life. The Artemis was a research ship, the crew on board would be undertaking the most important scientific investigation of their careers. For the crew, it would be the greatest achievement of their lives.

ENCRYPTED ACTIVITY LOG

Adaptation Serum Synthesized, doses sufficient for all crew. Doses are tailored to sex of crewmembers and passengers.

Models of the serum show that it will: Greatly Increase Fertility and Virility; Enhance Secondary Sex Characteristics; Enhance Libido; Optimize Pheromone Production; Optimize Phermone Detection; Maximize Biological Reproductive Instincts and Behaviours; Increase Health and Vitality; Optimize for Healthy, Successful Pregnancies; Increase Likelihood of Multiples; Increase Lactation.

Full scientific analysis contained in File: DEMETER 45-32.

Injections to be administered as part of the pre-landing procedure.

MISION CLOCK: Day 22285

Bit by bit, the crew of the Artemis was revived. The interstellar survey and research mission contained a crew of scientists, as well as their closest family members - typically a spouse. One could not be expected to abandon their loved one and go across the stars and never see them again. Even with advancements in life-prolonging technology, 120 years minimum was a long time for a person to wait.

Issa, the ship’s artificial intelligence, had already done a great deal of work. A network of satellites were in orbit around the planet, mapping the surface and weather patterns, trying to discern the best place to land the ship and begin operations.

The morale on board was very high, everyone had gotten through the cryo-sleep without incident. Of course, the passengers were still asleep. There was no need to wake them until we were on the surface.

It was decided that Issa would put together a collection of site locations and the crew would vote. I knew what my preferences would be, but there were competing disciplines on board that had their own objectives.

Landing Site Selected.

Administer final injections for DEMETER PROTOCOL.

MISION CLOCK: Day 22290

I was a bit surprised at the series of injections I received in the final checkup. They said they had to be sure that everyone would handle the landing properly. “We can’t have someone quitting right before the finish line,” Jill, the same nurse who revived me, joked as she injected me with… something. “It’s adaptation serum. To help our bodies adjust to the slight gravitation and atmospheric differences between home and here.”

I accepted the injections with a minimum of wincing.

Later, I strapped myself in and watched as the Artemis prepared for planetfall.

MISSION CLOCK: 22295

Artemis has landed on HD3423-D.

DEMETER PROTOCOL ON TARGET. Scientific and Research Priorities Parameters Adjusted, Settlement and Population Expansion First Objective.

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MISSION CLOCK: 22388 (93 days after landing)

“Oh God,” Jill moaned. Her scrubs had been tossed aside and the nurse was writhing on the examination table onboard the Artemis. My cock was hard and I was stroking it, looking at her body hungrily. Jill wasn’t the same woman who revived me - nor was I the same man. Her breasts were nearly as big as her head, her hips had rounded - birthing hips. Right now, I couldn’t get over the delicious smell wafting from her body, and the sight of her glistening pussy.

I stroked my enormous cock, more than double the size than when we arrived on this strange planet. Precum dripped from the tip and I made my way between Jill’s legs. “Yesss,” she hissed, “Fuck me! Please!”

I had barged in on Jill in the medical bay. She had sealed the door, naked and playing with herself. Her incredible scent filled the space, something primal and animalistic teased my senses. My big hands gripped her thighs and guided them further apart. I pushed my cock’s head into her hot, tight opening. I groaned, a low, almost growly sound. Jill arched her back and cried out as I pushed deep inside her.

Once I was inside her, we both felt this tremendous relief - this is what we had needed. I started to fuck her hard, the swollen muscles in my arms and chest flexed as I held her smaller body in place. Lewd, wet noises drifted up between our mating forms and her honey dripped onto the table below.

The physical changes were all easy to dismiss at first - especially because so many of them were pleasing. When people started to comment on the changes they were experiencing the medical team and Issa assured us that it was part of the adaptation serum and there was nothing to be concerned about. Who could complain about bigger muscles, thicker, longer cocks and massive loads? I certainly had enjoyed seeing my colleagues become more… feminine over the weeks.

Jill’s hands grabbed her breasts and pulled on her sensitive nipples causing her pussy to clamp around me. I grunted as I fucked her hard through it, smacking into her cervix. “Please,” she cried, “Cum in me… Cum in me! I need it!”

I knew she did. I fucked her rough and hard, like a beast in heat and soon enough I erupted inside her, shooting dozens of fat ropes of cum into her climaxing body, her womb drawing as much in as it could, her pussy milking my shaft dry. As I pumped the last of my seed into her, our sweaty, transformed bodies finally relaxing, I knew I had bred her.

A smile spread across my face.

Thank you for reading my prompt. This is an idea I’ve returned to several times, but I was recently reading a story on MCStories called The Eden Protocols, and reread another called Shipwreck on Eden that got me inspired. Even though I detailed a concept, it is more of a suggestion of how things can go. The basic concept is that a group of humans travel to a planet and undergo a transformation in order to properly populate it. Above, I wrote out that a bunch of researchers and their families find out they are the experiment in order to colonize a new planet. However it could go other ways:

A scout ship surveying the planet crashes and is stranded, the AI or local conditions cause them to becoming breeding machines. The ship crashes on a planet, the AI enacts an emergency protocol to help them survive on the planet. It was a colonizing mission all along, but maybe something on the planet causes this reaction or someone made an error programming the AI. One of the crew or colonists hacks the program to enact this vision. There is an accident, a large number of the men are killed in transit to the planet and so emergency precautions are needed to adjust.

One thing I’m very aware of is that the scale of these stories can be difficult. We can write it as a small crew (10 or fewer people) crash and we focus on a small number of them, foregrounding our characters and putting the rest in the background. Our characters could be colleagues, strangers, friends, a couple, or some taboo pairing.

Send me a PM with your ideas if you’re interested!

Here is a link to my DPP Profile which has my kinks and limits in short and details, please feel free to check it out.