Moon Mission - part 2 (Patreon)

The floor plates had a constant, high-frequency buzz to them. Kevin leaned against the door to the waste management compartment, staring at the gray plastic of the waste unit. He finally shoved the top of the compression suit down. The collar caught on his ears, dragging hard, and then the cold recycled air hit his bare chest.

The ache under his collarbone was sharp now. He looked down at himself. His pectorals were still thick. The heavy muscle he'd built for the mission was right where it belonged, but soft tissue was pooling directly over the top of it. It looked wrong. Actual breasts sitting on a thick, male frame. He put a hand across his chest. The skin was painfully sensitive, and when his calluses brushed the areola, a jolt of static wired straight into his spine.

He let the suit drop to the grating. He put his hand down between his legs. The weight he’d carried his whole life was completely gone. His fingers just met a warm, swollen cleft. He pressed his hand against it, feeling a strange shift in his center of gravity. It was wet.

Kevin exhaled a tight breath. He shifted his stance, finding a small, sensitive nub near the top, and rubbed his thumb across it.

His knees gave out. He caught the sink basin with his free hand to keep from hitting the deck. The pleasure wasn't a localized, building tension. It was an intense, radiating heat that pulled deep into a hollow space in his new belly. A heavy ache that demanded friction. He moved his thumb again, pressing down, and his hips jerked forward entirely on their own. He looked up at the polished metal. His bearded face was staring back at him, eyes wide, completely derailed by the strange, electric shock of how right it felt.