The modification project was executed with ruthless efficiency. Diana severed the psychic links between her clones, isolating their experiences so she could savor each specific degradation without the sensory overload causing a total mental collapse.
Her main body wasn't idle. It was suspended in the ship's central incubation chamber, submerged in a light blue, nutrient-rich fluid. She had been stripped of her battle armor, her divine body naked and vulnerable behind the glass.
Meanwhile, on the modification deck, the first clone was undergoing the "Soft Jelly" procedure.
Her eyes were taped shut, her body completely prone on a metal table. Various cables pumped bone-softening agents into her veins. She convulsed as her internal structure dissolved, turning her powerful Amazonian frame into a pliable, boneless mass of meat.
Without a skeleton to hold her shape, she was kept "inflated" by a massive, vibrating dildo inserted deep into her pussy. It acted as her new spine. Her enormous breasts, now lacking supportive tissue, puddled against the cold metal like bags of water, the nipples stretched loose and gaping.
"Look at her jiggle," a Rota technician laughed, slapping the clone's ass. The impact sent ripples through her entire body, like a waterbed. "A literal fuck-hole. No resistance, just grip."
The Broodmother Clone
On the adjacent bed, the second clone was bloated and groaning. This was the biological modification unit. Countless cables fed high-calorie paste into her stomach, while her lower body was a horror show of alien fertility.
Several plump, white worms—Gravid Parasites—were wriggling halfway out of her vagina and anus. Their thick, segmented bodies pulsed as they mated with her internal organs, depositing clutches of eggs directly into her womb and intestines. Even her nipples had been dilated to accept smaller worms, turning her breasts into incubation sacks.
She wasn't just holding eggs; she was breeding them. Her belly churned visibly as the larvae hatched and began to feed on the nutrient paste inside her gut. She was no longer a warrior; she was a living hive, moaning in a delirious mix of pain and maternal instinct.
The Main Body: The Prize
Back in the main control room, the original Diana floated in her tank. She hadn't been physically altered, but her mind had been shattered.
Two Rota crewmen approached the glass, their tentacles sliding over the surface as they admired her pink, swollen vulva and lolling tongue.
"You say this bitch is so slutty, she'll sell for a planet's ransom?" one asked.
"Watch this," the other replied. He tapped the glass. "Hey! Cum-dumpster! Dirty little whore!"
Inside the fluid, Diana's body trembled. She couldn't understand complex sentences anymore—her intelligence had been reduced to that of an instinctual animal—but she knew those words. Bitch. Whore. Slut.
Pavlovian conditioning kicked in. Her hips bucked reflexively, and a stream of clear, lustful fluid clouded the blue liquid around her crotch.
"See?" the Rota laughed. "She orgasms just from being insulted. A galaxy-level powerhouse turned into a drooling bimbo. Once she imprints on a master, she'll destroy armies for him... and then let him piss in her mouth as a reward."
The Arrival
The ship dropped out of warp, docking at the massive orbital ring of the auction planet. Usually, the Rota were secretive pirates, but today, they paraded their goods like kings.
They walked the metal streets of the space station, levitating the metal beds behind them. The sight stopped traffic. Aliens of a thousand species stared, jaws dropping at the sight of the legendary Earth Guardian.
There was the Jelly Clone, sloshing and bouncing with every step. There was the Broodmother, her belly heaving with worms. And in a stasis pod, the Main Body, looking vacant and beautiful.
Videos of the procession went viral instantly. The "Guardian of Earth" was the hottest topic on the extranet.
The Free Trial
To drive up the bidding, Diana had authorized a special promotion. One clone—the "Free Trial" version—was kept in her original, unmodified state. She housed a fragment of her consciousness here, eager to test the alien market.
The Rota sent encrypted messages to their VIP list: Room 404. First come, first served. Test the merchandise.
Diana lay on the hotel bed, naked and spread-eagled, her knees pulled back to her chest. She was wet, ready, and curious. She wanted to know what kind of bizarre, monstrous cocks the galaxy had to offer.
The door hissed open.
A short, scrawny Rat-Man scurried in, his eyes bulging with lust as he smelled her pheromones. He fumbled with his belt, his jagged, needle-like penis springing free.
"Hehehe! I'm first! The Guardian is mine!"
He took two steps toward the bed before a massive, green hand clamped onto his head.
"You?" a deep voice boomed. "Get lost, vermin."
A towering Orc-like mercenary threw the Rat-Man into the hallway like a ragdoll. He stepped into the room, ducking under the doorframe. He was seven feet of muscle and scars, and as his loincloth dropped, a thick, double-headed phallus—black as obsidian and studded with ridges—swung heavily between his legs.
Behind him, a line of aliens stretched down the corridor. Tentacled beasts, insectoids, and hulking brutes, all waiting for their turn to break the Earth woman.
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