The Astral Flesh

Chapter 1

Maren, Danya, and Kara are recruited by captain Elias for a mission in the Astral Vanguard, a massive container spaceship whose mission is to transport an enormous mass of food on another planet.
But as the spacetrip progresses, things do not turn as expected, the Astral Vanguard was never meant to fulfill its supply. Captain Elias hand picks his crew for his trip to space. He has selected them specifically not for their competences, but for their respective body shapes. To mold them to the extreme. Once the ship leaves Earth behind, the real mission begins.
(This book contains themes of massive weight gain, body shaping, anal sex, belly sex)


Chapter One
Captain Elias stood before the long glass wall of the recruitment chamber, arms folded behind his back. Beyond the glass, a dozen candidates were running diagnostics on consoles, stretching in zero gravity simulators, or standing at attention. He wasn’t looking for just credentials- he wanted a crew whose minds and bodies would endure what he had planned for them.
Most of the men had already been cut. Elias had a different plan for this mission. It was about resilience, precision, and adaptability. His eyes lingered on three women who had stood out across months of training.
Maren, a 120 pound engineer, was short, pear shaped with nice curvy hips. Kara, a 160 pound pilot, was fit, with a faint stomach pouch that showed potential. Danya, the 140 pound co-pilot, has large breasts that are barely contained in her shirt.
Each woman was built in different ways, each carrying it uniquely. Elias enjoyed a variety of shapes. And this was the perfect starting point for what he had planned.
With a slow exhale, he tapped the datapad, locking their names onto the crew manifest. The Astral Vanguard would have its engineer, its pilot, and its co-pilot.

Chapter 2
The launch bay trembled as The Astral Vanguard came alive. Hydraulic clamps hissed, magnetic locks released in sequence, and the sleek silver vessel rose on its cradle like a beast straining to break free.
Captain Elias stood on the central platform, gaze sweeping his new crew as they secured themselves at their stations.
Dayna smirks at Kara. “Don’t scratch the paint on takeoff,” she teased, her voice low, steady, unshaken by the roar building around them. Kara rolled her eyes but said nothing.
Elias could feel it, the excitement of what he was about to accomplish. His crew thought this was exploration- charting the unknown stars. They didn’t yet realize that the unknown was themselves, their limits, their endurance, their transformation.
“Engage primary thrusters,” Elias ordered.
Kara’s fingers danced across the panel. A deep rumble surged through the ship. The deck vibrated, a bone shaking hum that grew into a roar. The clamps released.
“Secondary ignition in three,” Danya called, voice cutting through the cacophony. “Two… one.”
The ship leapt. Gravity crushed them into their seats, every muscle locked against the ferocious pull of Earth’s grasp. Maren’s breath caught, her hips straining against the straps. Kara gritted her teeth, hands steady on the controls, her little stomach pouch tightening under the force. Danya’s shoulders pressed hard into her harness, chest bulging against the restraints.
The crushing weight vanished, leaving their bodies light, buoyant, suspended. Straps no longer bound them down but tethered them in place as the Earth shrank away behind them.
Silence, broken only by the soft hiss of stabilizers.
The Astral Vanguard had left the ground. The women, unaware of how carefully Elias had chosen them, smiled with the exhilaration of first ascent.
The captain, however, allowed only the faintest curve of his lips. His new project was about to begin.

Chapter 3
Two weeks into the mission, The Astral Vanguard had settled into rhythm. The hum of engines was constant background music, the ship’s lights simulated day and night, and the crew had gravity so their bodies didn’t lose muscle. Meals became the anchor of their days. Elias had insisted on it.
“No matter how far we are from Earth,” he’d said on the first night, “discipline means order. We eat together.”
Every plate Elias served looked ordinary enough, pasta in cream sauce, thick protein loaves, golden puddings. But each portion carried a hidden density, with the amount of calories and fat a person should eat in a week.
Maren was the first to comment. She walked to her seat, and rubbed her stomach absently. “Feels like the gravity’s heavier after meals,” she joked, her bottom rounder than before. She still ate everything.
Kara laughed, tugging at the hem of her shirt where her faint pouch now pressed more noticeably against the fabric. “Yeah, I’ve noticed that too. Maybe space food expands once it’s inside us.” She reached for seconds without hesitation.
Danya teased them both, though her own shirt buttons sat tighter across her chest. “Don’t blame the food, it’s not the ship’s fault you can’t pace yourselves.” But even as she said it, she licked the last streaks of pudding from her spoon, unwilling to waste a drop.
Elias sat at the head of the table, expression mild. “Your bodies are adapting,” he told them. “You’ll need the reserves. Space changes metabolism. You’ll thank me later.” His tone carried authority, soft but unyielding, and none of them questioned it.
Day by day, their reflections in the cabin mirrors shifted. Maren’s hips cushioned further into her harness, soft curves pressing gently into the restraints. Kara’s middle thickened just enough to make her uniform snug when she bent at the console. Danya’s chest swelled more obviously, straining the seams of her flight jacket.
None of them spoke of it. They laughed at each other’s appetites, blamed the stillness of shipboard life, and reached for Elias’s hearty meals at every sitting.
Only Elias saw it for what it was, the beginning of their transformation.

This is a 12 chapter story that will soon be available on Kindle Unlimited. Or available for purchase as an ebook on Amazon.