Chapter Two

The engineering bay was a vast cavernous chamber set far in the rear of the Perseus III to better facilitate the tremendous pipeline of power required to fuel four massive fusion engines that propelled the space faring vessel at near-light speeds through the endless void.

Two mighty plasma-burning reactors, coiled in liquid coolant conduits and ringed with ferrometal electro-magnets, reached from floor to ceiling. Soaring thirty feet high with raised gantries encircling their broad circumference at multiple levels.

The ground floor was an ergonomically arranged layout of work stations, blinking digital consoles and holographic displays. All positioned for the premium usage of the limited square footage, as strictly assigned as spare room in a submarine.

Turning from one of these stations was a woman like Maeve had never seen before in her life.

“Tucker, Baby! You’re back, and you brought help!”

Skipping toward them was a bouncetacular woman of impractical proportions. Everything about her was supremely exaggerated; from her overabundant tits and voluminous strawberry blonde hair, to the scanty neon pink outfit that clung to her **** curves and concealed next to nothing.

She jiggled in key places as she ran. The sort of energetic rippling of hugely swollen flesh that would continue for some time after she stopped, yet her belly was flat, waist trim, and her limbs toned with sleek muscle. Her hair was up in a high ponytail, thicker than Maeve’s wrist at the base, before flowing apart to cascade down her back and shoulders like honey-colored water sprayed from a decorative fountain.

Her eyes were large pools of acid blue, buttressed by lavishly long lashes. Her nose was pert, and her cheekbones sharp enough to cut diamond. She would have had the camera-worthy looks of a cover-girl if it weren’t for those lips, twin collagen-filled pillows that formed a natural ruby pout that screamed playboy centerfold instead.

“Charlotte, meet Doctor Maeve Hughes.” Tucker’s posture was still hunched over and tense. Bent in on himself as though he had a stomach ache. “If she can’t get to the bottom of what’s happening to everyone,.. I don’t… I don’t know what else we can do.”

“Oh, hi Doc! Sorry about being out of uniform.” Charlotte gestured at herself. “I don’t fit any of my old clothes and this was the best that the ship’s fabricator would produce in my new sizes.”

She was wearing what looked like a tiny one piece swimsuit made of bright pink rubber or latex.

Was it some kind of fetishwear?

The neckline plunged all the way down to her navel, only leaving two neon straps of the shiny material stretched tight over her monumental breasts to connect with a halter band around her throat. They barely covered the young crewmate’s nipples, which poked hard and stiff through the synthetic fabric.

The lower portion ran high over her wide muscular hips, and the back end must have been buried deep between her full ass cheeks, leaving her thick thighs exposed down to the knee-high wedge-heeled boots encasing her shapely calves and small feet.

They were pink too, unsurprisingly. As were the matching elbow gloves that were painted onto her forearms and fingers.

She honestly looked like a pornographic parody of some over-feminized super heroine, dressed up for some kinky bedtime roleplay.

“Umm, no. It’s fine. I… ah… The ship’s fabricators?” Maeve had a bad case of cotton mouth all of a sudden. Her head a jumble of confusion as she tried to take in so many shocking hits to the senses at once. This wasn’t like her at all. “Are you a crew member?”

“Chief Engineer. Like; engines, machines and stuff. Oh, Tucker Baby, that looks so painful! Let me take care of that for you…”

Without waiting for permission, Charlotte squatted on her thick haunches and began to paw at the front of the hulking System Administrator’s jumpsuit. Tugging fitfully at the clasps and sliding her gloved hands into his taut waistband.

With his back to her, Maeve couldn’t see what the buxom blonde bombshell was trying to get at. But if Tucker was in actual pain shouldn’t she; the Perseus’s head medical officer be the one to take care of the handsome young hunk?

“No… stop, Charlotte… wait.” He groaned, brushing her questing hands away. “I haven’t told the Doctor everything yet. She won’t understand… doesn’t have the whole picture–”

“But you neeeed~ it, Baby, and I want to do it for you!” Charlotte whined, lunging forward in a lusty counterattack against Tucker’s overwrought uniform. “She’s smart, right? Like, Doctor levels of smart. She’ll catch on quick enough. She can even join in if she wants. Wouldn’t that be totally hot? Two sexy crewmates on their knees, licking and sucking…”

Maeve was smart. Smart enough to maintain her distance as she edged around to get a better view on the prurient proceedings, keeping an engineering terminal between her and the grappling couple. Her hands flew up to smother a gasp on her lips when she finally saw what was the trouble.

“Oh my gawd!”

Tucker was erect.

Not standing tall or straight-backed, no. His shoulders were still hunched as his struggles against the insistent sexpot kneeling at his feet weakened by the second. His… member was erect. His manhood. His cock. It throbbed and pushed against the durable fabric of his trouser leg as though he were trying to smuggle a sizable salami down his pants.

The girthy meaty mass thickened and pressed downwards, almost reaching his knee, like a third ambulatory limb sprouting from his groin. Maeve’s stomach rumbled and her mouth flooded with saliva as Charlotte finally wrestled it free with obvious effort and the rending of durable orange cloth.

There was no bend or give to the monstrous phallus.

It simply tore its way free of the overtaxed jumpsuit to uppercut the strawberry blonde under the chin and knock her pretty head back a few inches. She recovered quickly, like a heavyweight boxing champ, and seized upon the veiny shaft with both hands. Pumping and jacking its lurid length towards her exquisite face while staring fixedly up at Tucker with her pale acid blue eyes and chewing on her plump lower lip.

“Dammit, Charlotte! I’m trying not to scare her away.” He growled, seizing the base of the gorgeous engineer’s lush ponytail in a ham-sized fist and dragging her down to kiss his engorged tip. There was already pearly precum beading there which she suctioned up in earnest. “Sorry about this, Maeve. I wanted to ease you into the situation, but you were going to face the relevant facts eventually. Perseus, please display my crew member profile and that of Chief Engineer Charlotte Dean!”

That last command was politely shouted into the empty air around them. Presumably at the ship itself. A holographic projection blurred into existence with an occasional glitch of photonic pixels as it presented a split-screen view of two complete strangers.

One was a spindly young man, peering out from behind heavy black-rimmed spectacles with his hickory-colored hair combed into a neat side part. The other was a mildly butch looking older woman with her arms crossed over her small, no-nonsense chest–glaring at the camera as though it had murdered her puppy dog–sporting a head of short ginger curls and a pinched scowl.

Their names were prominent at the top of the display window; Senior Systems Administrator Tucker Evans, and Chief Engineer Charlotte Dean.

“These people are… were… you?” Maeve gasped in disbelief, watching keenly and grinding her silky thighs together as Charlotte instantly inhaled the bulbous crown of Tucker’s gigantic cock. “That shouldn’t be possible.”

“You’re telling me.” He replied, slowly thrusting his mighty manhood between the shapely blonde’s ruby lips. “We’ve been working on the issue for days now and it’s only gotten worse. Perseus III is out of control and it all comes back to the mission priority values. Something… someone has changed them at a root command level.”

“But… but…” Maeve dithered as her mind raced.

The whole situation was completely insane.

She was standing in the Engineering Bay of an interstellar colony vessel flying through the dark reaches of space, watching the massively hung mega-hunk get his cock gobbled up by a hyper-sexy, super-busty version of the chief engineer. Both of them drastically different in appearance from the images of their crew profiles, hanging the air behind them.

And somehow the ship; The Perseus III, or at least its resident AI, was the source of all the perverse madness? How was she supposed to help? Especially with that big delicious dick stealing her attention every time it bulged out the slobbering bimbo’s ecstatically moaning throat.

Maeve had to focus.

Focus on the medical side of the problem. Not on the fantastic way Tuckers glutes flexed as he sensationally fucked his lusty crewmate’s beautiful face. Chip away at the angles, observe subjects and review the data until she could come to an accurate prognosis.

“Jeezus, Charlotte. You’ve turned into such a smoking hot cocksucker.” He groaned, getting a pleased hum in reply from the voluptuous vixen lodged face-first on his turgid tumescence. “It’s been so difficult not to just throw you over a work station and fuck you into next week. Can’t fuck though. Might not stop. Need to concentrate on fixing the problem.”

“Mmhmm~!”

Observe the subjects, Maeve could do that.

Simply stand there and watch how Charlotte rubbed quick little circles around her clitty through the rubbery crotch of her skimpy bodysuit. Take mental notes on the way Tucker used her high, glossy ponytail as a handle to steer her full, suckling lips up and down his unyielding rigidity. Memorize the hot breathy moans she huffed out around his gagging girth as she shuddered and quaked in evident arousal.

For science, of course…

“From that to this, in only eleven days.” Tucker grumbled. He was talking to Maeve again, even as he pumped his broad hips into the writhing engineer's stunning face. His sky blue eyes wide in a **** plea. “Keep getting bigger. Harder. All the time.. Don’t know if it’s the pods… or the food. Maybe something in the air... water supply. Need your help… Doctor.”

He growled out the words. Blunt abbreviated sentences. His previously posh eloquence curtailed by the urgent need to cum. To unleash his manly seed into the hungry belly of the slavering sexkitten brilliantly worshiping his corpulent cock.

“Eleven days.” Maeve repeated distractedly, utterly fixated on Charlotte.

Fixated on the heavy sway of her gigantic tits. On the way she balanced perfectly on those precariously high heeled boots. Squatting in an enticing pose–thick thighs parted, peachy ass thrust back, spine arching in a sinuous curve–as she gazed up at her man and begged him to cum with those dazzling acid blue eyes.

Begged him to fill her, with her muffled moans and diddling fingers, clearly shaking with her own lightning quick climaxes as she continued to greedily suck.

“You need to cum.” Maeve said. A statement of fact, more than educated observation. She had meant to say he needed to stop. “You need to cum in that sexy slut’s mouth and end this… situation.”

He was still staring at her, mechanically jerking Charlotte’s slobbering skull along his length, as his burning blue eyes searched her expression. Without really thinking about it, Maeve let the drab woolen blanket drop from shoulders.

The nano-weave hibernation suits the colonists wore in stasis was nothing more than a sheer body sleeve. Form fitting and charcoal gray, porous and thin to the point of near translucence. It hugged Maeve’s lean figure like a silk stocking.

She was in good shape and knew it. Everyone aboard had to pass a rigorous fitness exam before acceptance to the colonization program, but Maeve had always maintained a trim athletic physique regardless, through healthy nutrition, self-defense classes, disciplined cardio, and regular belly dancing lessons.

Her interracial blend of genetics had resulted in a long-limbed frame, leggy and toned, with a tight round behind and modest upturned tits capped in small cappuccino nipples which were achingly stiff at the moment.

“Fuck… just look at you.” Tucker breathed out in awe. Pumping harder between Charlotte’s fat drooling lips. Really putting his back into fucking her moaning mouth as he devoured Maeve with his ravenous gaze. “You’re too fucking gorgeous. This might have been a mistake… Fuck… gonna dump a gallon of jizz down your tight fucking throat, Charlotte! FuckFuckFuckFuck~!”

”Mmmmhmmm!”

The overinflated chief engineer gurgled excitedly around his muzzling manmeat, acid blue eyes sparkling with eager anticipation. Fingers blurring over the outline of her engorged camel-toe, plentiful pussy juices adding an extra wet sheen to the shiny pink material covering her gushing girlhood.

The sexual funk pouring off the riotously rutting couple was powerfully pungent. Steamy sex and salty sweat, a potent mingling of streaming bodily fluids with an earthy tang of aniseed at the far edge of olfactory perception.

It rooted Maeve in place, nostrils flaring and drinking in the heady aroma while her streetwise instincts screamed at her to flee.

“Cum… pump your hot seed down that hungry whore’s throat.” She whispered, words slipping unbidden past her dry gasping lips. Her own lithe body alight with unrealized arousal. Unwelcome heat pooled in her nethers, making her untouched pussy moist. “Show me. Give her what she craves and fill her flat tummy full of your sticky load.”

Tucker’s expression was almost panicked as he stared wide-eyed back at her. Perspiration beaded his heavy brow and the neat part in his hair was all askew.

But beneath it all a battle raged. Maeve could see it in the angry veins throbbing at his temples and the crimson staining his rugged cheeks. By the way he used and owned Charlotte’s moaning mouth, plundering it like a ravaging marauder with his unstoppable meaty momentum.

There was a true beast buried in the brawny young man’s spirit, fighting to be unleashed. And some detached part of Maeve’s clinical mind wanted to know what it would look like up close and in person.

”CUUUUMMIIIING!” He roared, handsome head flung back as his monstrous cock visibly pulsed like a firehose expanding under a hydraulic burden of pressure. “FUCK!”

“Mmmnph!”

Charlotte’s eyes rolled and her flushed cheeks ballooned as she heroically tried to swallow his stupendous outpouring of semen. Tucker’s grip on her ponytail held fast, dragging her puffy ruby lips to his rocky base and distending her narrow neck with his width, as he jettisoned an ungodly amount of spunk directly into her stomach.

Her bodacious body shook like a leaf in a gale. Her dainty hands whipping up to latch onto his muscular thighs for support, as two lines of gooey white erupted from her nostrils to drip down over her fat upper lip. Nectar leaked from her spread thighs to puddle on the steel floor between her boot heels. The proof of her pleasure glistening in the glaring overhead lights.

Retching and coughing when Tucker finally released her, Charlotte eventually dislodged herself from his still fountaining prick. Wrangling his enormous lurching shaft with both manicured hands towards her gorgeous heart shaped face, prominent tits, and curvy body until she was drenched in dense ropes of his copious cum.

“Gluuurp~! Thank you, Tucker Baby…” She burbled through lips thickly caked and glossed with his gloopy seed. “Are you sure you don’t want to fuck my naughty pussy? You’re still incredibly hard, and I feel terribly fertile right now…. Wanna go halves in making a baby?”

As though a spell had been broken, Doctor Maeve Hughes snapped back to reality with a rude shock.

What the hell had she just been doing?!

Turning on her bare feet, she ran for the big double doors that would lead her away from this insanity and back into the silent corridors of the sleeping ship.

There was a fully stocked sick bay two decks above. If she could get there and seal herself in, Maeve might be able to get a better handle on the situation.

Maybe.

Visions of Tucker’s immense manhood, wet and lubricious with Charlotte’s saliva loomed big in her analytical mind. The sounds of joyful giggles and happy slurping behind her retreating back only reinforced the pornographic image branded into her brain.

“We… we can’t. Gotta get back to work. Here, you suck it again while I try to figure out the problem with the code.”

“Should I use my tits this time, Tucker Baby? They’re so full and soft. I want to feel your giant cock sliding between them as I guzzle your creamy jizz.”

“Sure. Fine. Just be quiet about it. I need to focus, and I can’t do that with your constant caterwauling.”

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