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A strange energy overtook Rex Rocket, washing a sensation over him he never felt before. At a steady rate he began to feel his clothes grow tighter and tighter. Soon his pants and jacket clung about him like a straight jacket. His chest and hips began to grow, ballooning into the final limits of his clothes.

His hair, growing now at an accelerated rate, tickled his ears and the back of his neck. The explorer tried to make an utterance but was too dumbfounded by what he was experiencing. His pant legs began to rip up the seams and his feet, after painful tension, burst from his shoes.

His growing nails distracted him from his chest. There feminine breasts were filling out and pressing at the measly three buttons of his jacket. As his hips widened his now bare stomach grew thinner all around. It was surreal. He now stood about the height of his alien guide. A desert wind kicked up, casting his tattered pants about his legs like a grass dress.

The final button gave way on his now undersized jacket, allowing the now fully formed breasts to have their true shape. Most of his large, now female, body was exposed to the elements. The cool wind began to sober him to the realization. "What did you do," the womanly tone startling him for a moment. "No one but Martias may enter the vault," she replied, "so I made you one."

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A strange energy overtook Rex Rocket, washing a sensation over him he never felt before. At a steady rate he began to feel his clothes grow tighter and tighter. Soon his pants and jacket clung about him like a straight jacket. His chest and hips began to grow, ballooning into the final limits of his clothes.

His hair, growing now at an accelerated rate, tickled his ears and the back of his neck. The explorer tried to make an utterance but was too dumbfounded by what he was experiencing. His pant legs began to rip up the seams and his feet, after painful tension, burst from his shoes.

His growing nails distracted him from his chest. There feminine breasts were filling out and pressing at the measly three buttons of his jacket. As his hips widened his now bare stomach grew thinner all around. It was surreal. He now stood about the height of his alien guide. A desert wind kicked up, casting his tattered pants about his legs like a grass dress.

The final button gave way on his now undersized jacket, allowing the now fully formed breasts to have their true shape. Most of his large, now female, body was exposed to the elements. The cool wind began to sober him to the realization. "What did you do," the womanly tone startling him for a moment. "No one but Martias may enter the vault," she replied, "so I made you one."