Garrus and Briefs

He peeked at the alien with nervous darts of his eyes and made blurs of his sharp angled face and the soft starlight that tinted his skin. It had been nearly a minute after the injection and no matter how hard he rubbed at the puncture wound on his neck, his tenseness would not subside. Garrus simply stared back through a beady eye of his own while the other tracked the physiological changes in the nervous human in front of him with a visor. A thin grimace parted to sigh with impatience as they both wondered how long this would take.

A bead of sweat began to run down light peach skin as his body began to warm and blush a slight red. A few numbers on Garrus' visor ticked upward and the alien himself leaned in close. A few bumps of his spinal cord showed clearly through the thin skin on his back to highlight his lithe form. A slow lick of his thin lips accented the excitement pulsing through him as his bare eye followed the sweat's trail down along the human's built chest, until it stopped short halfway down and seemed to stain the skin darker, as if it were made from fabric.

A thick, grayish finger began to move forward with a frail tremble until it settled down on the spot where the bead had become a damp spot. The skin underneath Garrus' fingertip gave way with the push and stretched as if there were nothing under it, but it was the texture that made a shudder of a deep moan resonates through the locker room. It felt like pure cotton, although damp, but the press served to squeeze the sweat drop from the fabric and let it continue to trail down the human's body. The alien's finger continued to rub the spot of fabric that had suddenly formed and trailed it up and down as it blossomed out to cover more of the skin and bleach white at the center. The human's breathing labored as more sweat began to drip down only to be caught in more little patches of fabric on his body.

Garrus' other hand joined in as its three thick fingers began to press, stretch, and relish the blotches of white fabric that formed on the human's skin. As the moments passed, the fingers began to pinch folds of white cotton, tug out an occasional loose thread, and dance around the sharp needles that stitched the finer details of the transformation. The human struggled to breathe as his sweating became impossible, until even the need to draw in the station's recycled air escaped him. A few last heartbeats of excitement pumped before it stopped as well to contrast the dull thump of Garrus' heart as it pumped faster. A short gasp shuddered through the air then, as the alien reached into a newly formed fold of white fabric on the human's chest and found nothing but empty air and dry cotton between his fingertips.

The human shut his hazel eyes away as the fabric crept over his face and softened the finer details of his face. A moment later, the face slowly vanished into a flat white plain of cotton, marked only with a slight curve to accommodate buttocks. Meanwhile, the front of his body melted away too as his nipples and developed muscle lost their shape just as his face had. In its place was simply a fold of fabric, intended to be opened in case something needed to dangle out of it. Just above the skin thinned out a little more to develop rough ridges of elastic to ring around the cotton below and hold it tight around a waist. The human's legs pulled up towards the white briefs as the toes curled up with a certain ecstasy before shrinking and vanishing. A hole quickly formed where the legs met the remnants of the torso and expanded out to instead let other legs though. With only one slight wriggle as the transformation finished, Garrus held a fresh, clean pair of briefs in his hands after not once moving them from the human's body.

The alien brought the briefs close to the gentle forward curve of his face and his nostrils twitched at the scent of linen. A warm breath tingled at the undergarment although the garment didn't move besides a slight wave in the air. Garrus rose to his feet with a shaky balance as his two clawed toes on each foot struggled to handle the sudden shift in weight forward. As his fingers gently kneaded the cotton between them, the underwear was lowered and grazed across his body to take note of every sudden curve of his bluish-gray torso before getting caught on Garrus' groin and left to dangle a moment onto a rigid, upwardly curved, and slick thin shaft. A pant of pleasure and a slight curl in of his toes echoed the perverse joy in Garrus' mind as the underwear slowly slid off his penis and a foot rose upward to enter down through the top of the garment and through a leg hole. Bare grayish skin slid over the edges of each leg hole as Garrus slipped the briefs on to stretch it out with both his thin buttocks and his straining erection. A new dampness formed on the underwear then as Garrus' warm bead of precum touched against the soft cotton front.

After a hard tug upward, both the alien's hands instinctively traveled to the damp spot on his new briefs to grope around the gently pulsing head and the thin tip that oozed fresh precum with every passing moment. The six fingers tightened around the fabric to make it cling to the hard shaft they covered and warm with the natural heat it gave off when aroused as much as it was with the cotton hugged around it. Soft groans echoed off the metal lockers as Garrus tugged the underwear along his shaft with slow, hard jerking motions up and down that made not only the fabric bunch around the soaking wet tip but also slightly part the blue-gray butt cradled in the backside of the underwear. Every little strand of fabric that slid over the skin urged the alien to thrust forward in short bursts to better rub his most sensitive erogenous zones into the cotton. The groans turned to a ragged pant of warm breath as Garrus' motions became shorter, but more intense in their jerks forward and back and tugs upward and downward until a grumble of "Shepard..." lurched from the alien's throat. As the sound of the word seemed to linger, Garrus began to quietly make a slopping mess of the briefs around his package, deeply darken the white fabric gray with heavy ropes of cum that soaked into the garment and make it heavy with a musky scent of male seed. His fingers began to lose their grip on the clothed shaft as they became slick with the sudden surge of cum until Garrus settled them around his lithe hips and tugged the underwear down.



Done with the damp underwear for the night, Garrus tossed the briefs aside with a loud slap against the floor of the locker room to let the slow, steady change back into a human take hold.