I tried growing fur, next. I gave myself a muzzle and floppy big old animal ears, too.
It didn’t take.
I kept the fangs, though, if not the face shape and accompanying ears.
Then, realizing that I liked having menacingly sharp teeth, I turned the rest of my smile into a predatorily sharp mess, too.
I had some serious chompers, now. Between that and the additional muscle mass, I actually looked pretty intimidating.
And I liked that.
So I leaned into that vibe. Made myself taller, going from five foot nine to 6 foot five. Widened myself out to match that, too, so that I didn’t look stretched out.
I changed my eyes to look like a cat’s, my pupils a streak of black that nearly split my iris in twain.
Which was definitely going into the territory of edgy, I’ll admit, but I was sick of trying to make myself look constrained. That hadn’t worked last time, so why let it have any say in defining me now?
As they say, kill not the cringe, but that within you that cringes, and all that jazz.
So. Edgy as shit.
How could I push that further?
A different skin tone, obviously. Not like real human ones, though. I wasn’t going to do the equivalent of giving myself melanin injections and opening up that whole can of worms.
Plus, why should I settle for anything natural?
No. I dyed my skin the purple of a pino noir wine.
Then I changed the musculature in my face to be able to smile unsettlingly wide, teeth on full display. I widened my irises such that my sclera practically disappeared.
I barbed my tongue like a cat’s, and made it so that I could extend it out of my mouth like a lizard.
I colored my nails black, and grew them out into solid claws.
Any minor tweaks I could make to make myself look more alien, I did.
And then I did some other things besides.
I re-shaped my tits to have the sort of perkiness and lift that would normally require a pushup bra to achieve.
I experimented with dick shapes, going from the pretty bland cylinder I’d once had to something much more exotic.
Knotted base, veins like snakes crawling up the sides, a urethra that traced the bottom with the same thickness as a boba straw, a head that flared out at the base of the glands, and that led up to a sharpened tip at the top.
All of it retractable into its own little hood, right above a new vagina, because why not have both? Oh, and I changed my lips, nipples, and genitalia to a literally glowing teal color, just for the fun of it. Then I changed my eyes to match, just so that I could have a consistent color scheme.
I took another step back to appreciate my creation.
It looked like an edgy DnD nerd’s blatantly fetishistic OC. I kinda loved it.
I was a sexy alien designed by someone who clearly didn’t give a shit about how unlikely it was for an alien to look anything like it might be compatible with human biology.
Like somebody’s idea of what a nocturnal jungle predator could be, seen entirely through the lens of whether or not it could peg you.
Fuck yeah.
After tweaking a bunch of things, meticulously resculpting my ass several times, trying the new fit on and taking it off again for testing reasons, I finally got myself up and where I wanted to be.
At least in VR.
Putting everything together in meatspace was going to be something of a logistical challenge, assuming doing so would be possible at all.
I just didn’t have the materials for it at the moment. Or most of the manufacturing equipment. Or the time.
I was actually pretty significantly behind schedule, by that point.
The multiple delays and recovering from those delays had all taken a fair amount of time. So I kinda needed to hustle.
I’d had some processes running in the background, gathering ice, separating it into various gases and liquids, and then harvesting what I needed.
But I was still behind where I’d like to be.
Because while yes, theoretically I could take as much time as I wanted, that was counterbalanced to a very real cost to my mental health.
The longer I spent in social isolation, the less functional I was going to be at the end of it.
At the same time, however, just fast forwarding through every spare moment felt like a phenomenal waste of my resources. I needed to be prepared, but I couldn’t do that without actually spending time on preparation.
Conversely, I also couldn’t speed certain processes up. Gathering ice and converting it into useful materials took time. Manufacturing, similarly, couldn’t be done any faster than it got done, in most cases.
Which left me with something of a conundrum.
I’d automated enough that I didn’t have all that much to actively do, but fast forwarding seemed lazy.
Hmm.
When it doubt, fuck yourself, I guess.
Even if only virtually, I did kinda wanna take my new body for a spin.
I’d been thinking about tentacles earlier, and with a g-spot in my vagina, a prostate in my ass, and an absolutely absurd new penis, there was a lot that some tentacles could get up to.
That being said, I'd done my shift of power bottoming last time, and with the absurd phallus I’d crafted for myself, it kind of felt like I had to actively fuck something else for a change.
The problem there, though, was that I was one hundred percent a service top. Topping was only fun to me because I enjoyed the idea of making sure my partner had a really good time. I mean I also liked making them beg, and having them to some mild post-orgasm torture, but it was the same issue either way. What I liked about topping was the other person.
And I just couldn’t see myself giving a shit about servicing something that I’d already proven wasn’t alive. Topping an NPC just held no conceptual appeal.
But then again, I did really want to stick my new dick in something.
…
Wait a second!
There was an easy solution here.
Sex toys!
I had a horse sized cock now, there was no reason I couldn’t find out what sticking it in a breeding mount was like.
I could even shove a vibrator or two in my holes while doing it.
Maybe even go full on milking-machine style with it…
Hmm. On reflection that wasn’t actually that different than just getting thoroughly tentacled, especially considering that the cocksleeve tentacle was a well established trope.
But still.
The idea had potential.
Eh, why not.
It wasn’t like I couldn’t just try the tentacles later.
So I found a preset that seemed promising, and then messed about with the specifics to my satisfaction.
And then…