Manufactured for Sin (The clean version)

Chapter 1: Bending the rules

A woman in a black dress takes a long drag off her pipe, her eyes glowing blue as the bowl glows red. Her purple hair cascading off her muscular shoulders, she crosses her legs and smiles, ready to tell her tale. She slowly and dramatically opens a book, the book you are currently reading, dont question that too much, especially the part where this intro might be in there and that basically breaks reality in itself.  She clears her throat, opening the first page. 

"Hey. Be gentle with me, this is my first time and I'm a little nervous. I've never written a novel before, let alone an erotic one, and It's got me feeling kind of vulnerable. Speaking of vulnerable and inexperienced, let's go back a little ways to where it all began: my story of forbidden love and breaking the rules. Here's how it started."

I had been looking forward to this moment, staring longingly at my steamy delight just waiting for me, sitting on the marble countertop, tempting me. I bit my lip, smiling a little in anticipation, salivating before I even got a taste.

"You're so hot. I want you inside me right now." I whispered, reaching out and firmly grasping the coffee mug I had been staring at, smelling the sensual aroma of a morning brew. You're never alone when you have a nice warm cop of Java...or several clones of yourself in cryo-storage, but I'll get into that shortly. Coffee is the real timeless love. It comes before any good narration.

I'm Gizzy. I'm just your typical mother, wife, alien overlord, running a small moon with a fairly sizeable human population. That old chestnut. The wife really likes the humans, but they annoy me, so I live reclusively away from the population on my little island. Dome sweet dome, couple of acres, nice luxury manor, and the rather overly furnished orgy den about 50 meters from my front door. My advisors keep telling me that an Orgy den is good publicity. You see, us business folk are high-strung and fairly wealthy; I mean I own a moon for shit's sake. Over 56 percent stock ownership, anyway.

Gotta keep the others happy and cater to the primates a little, to keep popularity high, and what better way to show you're fun and trendy than to slap a human friendly Sex-house on your island and every so often just let them dirty it up, eat the food you bought, and use the bathrooms you pay to have cleaned, because I am not touching that fiberglass atrocity after they have used it. Humans are very unsanitary.

Now my species is no stranger to a fun little sex romp, in fact I've had my own Orgy dens back before I catered to humans, where I would actually participate and even host. Osirians have fun too, we just prefer our own kind. Speaking of hosts, let me clarify something. We Osirians are big into cloning. As a species of hive minds, each of us pilots a few different bodies. It's so often misunderstood as us parasitically taking some host body. We're not worms, honey; we're big sexy blue people, with cybernetic implants and artificial biomech. We just have better brains than you humans. And better legs and better tits and just literally better everything, I mean Sweet merciful Odin's dick, have you seen my ass in this dress? I have, and that's kinda how this story takes off.

Apparently most of us elders are very single-gendered, so being the oldest of our family; it's slightly odd for the younger generations to see me as a woman. I've been a man so long I never even thought about it, but long story short: I got in a desperate mess with the wife, and had to use one of her spare bodies, and now I just really dig being a girl. It's fun, I get to wear nicer clothes, I get to accessorize, there's advantages of both genders and anything in between, so why would I NOT alternate and use both? That's just logical. Fuck your cultural taboos, I make my own rules.

My wife Izleena, has always been a bit on the bi-side, so naturally when I went from Male to Female for a while, she definitely missed my sexy man-bod, but don't let her lie to you, she wasn't always complaining. I know her types, and that same uncomfortable weirdness of me using one of her bodies, suddenly became kinda hot when I had one of my own and it wasn't some kind of creepy sister-vibe anymore. So here I am, Mostly Greg DNA, only female, slightly smaller frame, reduced from a 650 pound, 8 foot Greggarian titan, to a much sleeker 500 pound 7 and a half foot model with legs for days. I'm not fat, I'm just scaled up and curvaceous. Despite my 64 inch ass, 44 inch waist, and size 66R Bra, I'm just like all Osirians are, zero percent body fat, all muscle, coolant gel and pure feistiness. I'm a classy hourglass bombshell, and I mean that both figuratively and my previous tendency to overheat and detonate. I got that fixed.