Tracht made Alex beg for food.
Starving wasn’t in Alex’s plans, but it chafed, having to ask for food that was full of the hormones that would warp Alex’s body.
After the first two nights, Alex’s chest started feeling sore. Sensitive and soft. Alex actually cried then, and it was dumb because they were just tits and they’d be gone before they got back to Cadmus but it wasn’t fair.
Tracht had a lot of fun kissing Alex’s tears away and playing with those first hints of breast.
“They’re much more fascinating on you than on a woman,” Tracht murmured. “How big do you think they’ll get? Maybe I’ll have you push them together so I can slide my cock between them.”
Alex started crying harder. He loved titty-fucking women. It wasn’t right that Tracht would get to do that to Alex when he didn’t even like chicks!
At least the breasts weren’t visible when Alex wore clothes.
He didn’t really want to hang around Tracht—well, mostly he didn’t. So as soon as he could get away, he escaped to the lounge. Not the gym, because he didn’t want to risk anybody figuring out what had happened.
He read more boring history stuff on his tablet and fumed about how Espinosa must have done this all on purpose. She’d probably wanted him to get in trouble with Tracht.
Joke was on her though; Alex was pretty sure Tracht was even more into him now than before.
“Hey! Not working out?” Parsons asked as he sat down next to Alex.
Alex hadn’t even noticed him come in. He looked fresh from the gym.
“Don’t feel like it.”
He saw Parsons frown lightly. “Any reason?”
“No.” Alex jabbed the tablet to dim the screen. “What do you want?”
“Uh… just to chat? What were you looking at?” Parsons got a bit closer, and if Alex didn’t know better, he’d assume that Parsons was trying to peer down his shirt.
He was pretty sure Parsons wasn’t actually trying to do that.
“Just studying. Cadmus politics is the new thing Tracht is on about now.” Alex scooted away from Parsons. “Does it even matter who runs the place?”
“Yeah, Alex, it kind of does.” Parsons looked at Alex, then around the room. Out of curiosity, Alex peered around too, but they were still alone. A rarity at this hour, but it had made Alex feel a bit better about being out in public.
“Hey, so. I had a question.” After a brief pause, Parsons continued, “About your brother. And you, I guess.”
This again? Alex almost snapped at Parsons some more, but then he figured talking about Nick was better than Parsons trying to cheer Alex up or trying to figure out what Tracht had done to to him recently.
“Sure, whatever.”
“Why did you do it? The… the criminal stuff.” His voice was quiet and hesitant, but at least it wasn’t judgmental.
“We needed money? Why else would we have done it?”
But Parsons shook his head. “You could have gotten jobs. Stealing is… stealing is wrong.”
“Did you really come here just to lecture me?” Alex started standing, and he hid a wince when his chest jiggled more than it was supposed to. He didn’t make it far though; Parsons grabbed his arm and pulled him back down.
“No, I didn’t mean it like that. More like… I don’t understand. Why steal when there are safer methods?”
“First of all, we stopped stealing pretty early on,” Alex growled, pulling his arm away from Parsons. “People just really wanted to give Nick their stuff, okay? They just shouldn’t’ve been that dumb. Second of all, most places we could find work at wouldn’t have paid nearly enough. And the last few times Nick was ripping off gangs and casinos. They pretty much deserve it anyway.”
He thought that would set Parsons off, but Parsons just kind of laughed awkwardly. “Yeah. You could work yourself to the bone and still not get what you need while the people who got lucky or cheat get everything handed to them on a silver platter.”
That was not the reaction Alex would have expected at all. He eyed Parsons warily. “Maybe I should be asking if you’re okay.”
Parsons shook his head. “Sorry. I’m not. I’m just… doing the math and no matter what I do I can’t… there’s no way…”
“Is this about that dumb school?”
“Yeah. The dumb school that’s going to ensure Meilin has a good future and is one of the lucky ones who does get ahead in life.” Parsons buried his head in his hands, and for a moment Alex thought he was going to cry. He looked around nervously to make sure nobody else had come into the lounge, but they were still alone.
“Do you want me to beat up the principal for you? We can rough her up and threaten to do it some more unless she lets your kid stay enrolled?”
Parsons laughed bitterly. “That would just get us arrested.”
“Look, uh. I’m sure your kid’ll be fine either way.” Alex tentatively reached out to pat Parsons’ shoulder. Usually Alex kind of liked it when Tracht petted him, so maybe Parsons just needed a pat too. “I mean, I’m fine and you’re fine, and we didn’t go to fancy schools. Everybody on the crew is probably okay. I bet Espinosa didn’t go to the fancy school and she’s got the whole snobby rich attitude going on, too.”
“Yeah.” Parsons looked up again, and thank god he wasn’t crying. “Thanks. I think. Just… uh, tell me about whatever you’re studying right now.”
Alex pulled his hand away and got the tablet to display his study material again. Parsons mostly listened, helped Alex with some of the infuriatingly worded sentences, and only a few more times asked about Nick.
===
Two weeks into Alex’s breast growth, when they were larger and heavier than Alex could have imagined, Tracht said, “Let’s go to the gym.”
Followed by, “Your clothes are on the bed.”
Alex had been avoiding the gym. He’d started double layering his shirts too, one tight on the bottom and then a looser button-up shirt on top to mask the deformity on his chest. With dread, he took a look at what Tracht had prepared for him.
The same teeny tiny gym shorts, but instead of a loose shirt, he’d laid out a sports bra.
Alex shook his head and backed away. “No. No way. No!”
Tracht stepped up behind him and wrapped his arms around Alex’s waist. “Alex. The correct answer is yes. You put that on, we go out. We’ll show off your breasts to anybody who happens to be around. If you don’t, you’ll find out just how sensitive those breasts of yours can be.”
Tracht squeezed on one of Alex’s pecs for emphasis, sending a sharp pain through him. Alex couldn’t believe that chicks walked around with these all the time.
“I once saw a woman take a crop on her breasts. I wasn’t particularly interested, of course, but there was a certain beauty to the way her chest moved and the crop pushed her flesh down.” He bit down on Alex’s ear, and Alex shuddered and tried to break free of Tracht’s grasp.
Alex would rather take the pain than have anybody seeing him with breasts. It was unnatural. It wasn’t him. He looked disgusting with the extra flabbiness on his chest.
“But maybe a flogging isn’t enough of an incentive? And I can’t starve you right now, since you need the hormone doses. So…” Tracht let Alex go and tapped his wrist to make the cock cage send electric shocks to Alex’s dick again.
Alex howled and doubled over in pain. “Stop! Stop!” Alex begged, only his voice was too slurred and he could barely breathe.
“Tch. I think I could turn it up a bit higher. Do you really need a functioning cock, Alex?”
Some part of Alex brain knew it was probably a bluff. Tracht liked playing with Alex’s cock, and whatever body mods Tracht forced on Alex had to be reversible.
The other part of him was in too much pain to care. When Tracht stopped the electricity, Alex crawled over to the bed, tears blurring his vision.
“That’s better.”
The sports bra fit snugly around Alex’s chest. It pushed the flesh down, but it was still incredibly obvious that Alex now had tits. He closed his eyes and pulled on the shorts, and then very pointedly avoided looking down or at the mirror in the room.
Tracht kissed the corners of his eyes. “Lovely. Come along then.”
The halls were, thankfully, mostly empty. Alex crossed his arms and tried to hide his chest, though at least one person they passed did a double take when he looked at Alex.
Only two people were in the gym. The one woman was one of the ones that liked perving on Alex. He got the impression she found a way to be around whenever Tracht played at the public humiliation thing. Normally Alex could take it in stride, but now that she was staring at his chest, he felt even more exposed than usual.
The other woman took one look at Alex, packed up her things, and left immediately.
“Treadmill first, I think.” Tracht set the treadmill up for a brisk, angled pace, and then just watched.
Alex grit his teeth and started jogging.
Three steps in, and Alex understood why the sports bra had been necessary. Even with it on, there was a mild tug on his chest every time his body moved. Without it, he’d have been in pain at every step.
Tracht looked inordinately pleased with himself. He pinched Alex’s ass and then got started on his own workout.
A couple of people poked their heads in, and one of the crew took the treadmill next to Alex on the other side and spent a good ten minutes just staring at Alex’s chest.
Alex did his half hour on the treadmill and then went to lift some weights. He really, really didn’t like the way his chest heaved with each movement of his arms. And he realized that when he did his usual exercise of lifting two weights above his head, it exposed his chest for all to see.
Whatever. Alex ignored the whistles from the onlookers and focused on maintaining his balance while he lifted.
“I love the way the sweat soaks through your clothes,” Tracht said, way closer than he’d been earlier.
Alex opened his eyes and saw Tracht right in front of him, his eyes shining with lust. Heat rose up in Alex’s cheeks, anger and embarrassment all at once.
He made the mistake of looking down, and he saw his nipples outlined starkly in the bra. He set the weights down quickly and crossed his arms.
“Can we go?” Alex asked in a low voice.
“I should have us stay just because you asked,” Tracht replied. He got close and kissed Alex on the lips. When he pulled back, he was smirking. “But I’m ready to make use of you as well.”
The guy who’d been on the treadmill called out “nice tits” when Alex walked past. Alex wanted to deck the guy, but Tracht laughed loudly.
“Mr. Giehl, I’ll let it slide due to an immense irony, but I do hope you don’t act like that around any of the female crew.”
Giehl stood straighter. “Uh, no sir. Of course not. It just seemed… appropriate right now?”
“Yes, yes. As I said, no harm done. But don’t let me hear of you harassing anybody on ship.” Tracht took hold of Alex’s arm and led him out of the gym.
Parsons was waiting just outside.
His eyes widened and he stared, and stared, and fucking stared at Alex’s chest. Alex wondered if this was going to be another round of Parsons being disgusted by Alex, and if they could just get that over with as quickly as possible.
“Mr. Parsons. Do step out of the way,” Tracht said sharply.
That drew Parsons’ attention to Tracht. He looked like he wanted to say something, but apparently he changed his mind. He stepped aside, giving Alex a pitying look.
Alex hurried after Tracht.
===
Tracht had Alex strip down completely, even took the cock cage off of him, and then made him lie on the bed.
“Push your breasts together,” Tracht ordered. He took his own gym clothes off and got on top of Alex, straddling his chest.
With dread, Alex pushed the sides of his chest together and watched Tracht slide his cock between the... the breasts. The glistening head of Tracht’s cock poked through, mocking.
Getting titty-fucked was weird as hell and not something Alex ever wanted to do ever again. He didn’t think he’d be able to do it to a chick anymore either.
Tracht held Alex’s scalp while he thrust between Alex’s breasts, occasionally ordering Alex to squeeze harder. Alex’s eyes started blurring up all over again, which was dumb because nothing really hurt. Sure, his chest was a bit sensitive, but this was better than his cock getting shocked.
“Open your mouth,” Tracht ordered. When Alex didn’t comply fast enough, he hooked a finger in there and pulled down hard. Alex trembled and watched Tracht’s cock thrust close to him, recede, thrust in again, and then the pressure on Alex’s scalp tightened and Tracht slammed forward even harder, coming in what felt like endless spurts.
Most of the come landed on Alex’s chest and neck, but some of it did reach Alex’s mouth and dribbled in. Alex waited until Tracht had removed his finger, and then he swallowed quickly, hoping to get rid of the aftertaste.
Tracht slid down to lie against Alex’s side, and he kissed Alex’s tears again. “Mmm. Not bad.”
Of course he couldn’t just let it all be over. Tracht started rubbing circles around Alex’s nipples. “Jerk yourself off.”
“Huh?”
“I want you to come while I’m playing with your breasts. Your tits.” Tracht squeezed the closer breast and then leaned forward to suck on the nipple.
Too tired to resist, Alex took his cock in hand. It was already half-hard, like it hadn’t gotten the memo that Alex didn’t like the tits. He stroked slowly, hoping to avoid actually getting to full hardness, only somehow his chest and nipples were a lot more sensitive now than they had been before. Everything Tracht was doing felt good.
Tracht paused for a moment to grab some of the spunk gunking up on Alex’s neck, and then rubbed it around Alex’s nipples. He squeezed and pinched and gently petted, licked and nibbled and sucked, and Alex didn’t actually have to do that much before he was so hard that he actually did want to come.
How did Tracht keep doing this to him? Alex was pretty sure this was too messed up to actually be sexy. He tilted his head towards Tracht and was really glad that Tracht kissed him right then.
He must have looked so gross, crying and sweaty and covered in spunk, and Tracht was holding him and saying things like, “That’s it,” and “good boy” in his ear.
Tracht bent low to suck on Alex’s tit again, and Alex came, spurting all over his hand and adding to the mess. He sobbed loudly. Tracht pulled back and opened his arms, and Alex went gladly, burying his head against Tracht’s shoulder and just crying like a goddamn kid.
“That was beautiful,” Tracht said. “Absolutely lovely.”