Cramped

As we walk down the bare metal hallways, I ask a question, “You're not armed?”

The stocky human in armor wordless holds out a hand, and a crystalline void manifests between his fingers.

I get it, “Ah,you have a connection to cosmic forces.” A Solarian, probably. It's basically an at-will level appropriate small arm,armor booster, shield, or sword, at his choosing.

He lets it wink out, “Yes. Anyway…” he opens a door, and I find myself looking at what amounts to a small barracks: Six fold-down beds along the left and right walls; the far wall has a sink, shower (with a clear glass door), mirror, and John. Very cramped, and zero privacy. Tired as all get-out, I fold down a bunk and go straight to sleep.

I wake up some time later to the sound of running water, feeling hungry and dirty. A little bleary-eyed, I look towards the sound of running water as it stops, my eyes quickly focusing at crotch level. I find I just can't look away, a hunger further down joining the hunger in my stomach, my mouth starting to water.

“Like what you see?” Gregory chuckles.

I snap my eyes up, and then away, ashamed at being caught staring, confused by my own reaction, “Ah, sorry, I didn't mean to stare,” at your half meter long kosher dill, big around as my wrist, and that's while soft.

He chuckles, “I don't mind the attention, and wouldn't mind more, but there's a problem there…” he takes a breath and I find myself glancing back out of the corner of my eye, his member rising as he reaches for a towel, “...shipboad jealousy gets people killed. Before any of us touch you, we need to have some very clear rules set, and everyone needs to be fully on board with them. Now that you're up, and we're on our way with nothing to do, we can have that ship meeting… don't worry too much, you won't be the only topic…” he cringes as he wraps the towel around his middle… keeping it up as high as a woman would, a necessity for covering his boner, “...or even the most pressing.”

“Ah. Umm,” I need some time to sort out what's going on, “Mind if I wash up?” Which I need to do anyway.

“Yeah, I'll clear our, just let me get dressed.” I nod, and he puts on some clothes (jeans and a T-shirt, basically, but a different style from any I've seen), and then his armor… and then he

[leaves.

My](http://leaves.My) stomach growling and some moisture already between my thighs, I strip out of my armor and start on on cleaning myself. As I do, I whisper, “****?”

“What can I do for you, Dan?” The cold whisper chills me much more than the lukewarm water of the shower.

“Why did I react to that man…?” I can't say it.

“Hold a moment…” I feel that itching in the back of my head, which goes okay with scrubbing my hair, and my patron continues, “...ah. That would be your new anatomy making itself felt. The ‘blessing’ from my sister makes you the ideal partner for her champion. That would include being attracted to men, but she can't mess with your head directly. That said… it looks like she turned your hormones up to the allowed limit… which is rather high. You have peak pregnancy levels of estrogen, essentially, and that's your new baseline.”

Pregnancy? As I recall, that's not how Androids reproduce, but we are talking about a goddess of fertility, so… “Is pregnancy a real danger?” At least the soap-like substance from the wall dispenser gets me clean quickly.

“Not until her Champion wants kids, or at least a bride with a baby belly,” **** considers as I scrub, “so not right now, he's not into that at the moment.”

“‘At the moment’?” That doesn't sound good as I rinse off the soap.

“I'm at the limit of what I can say in that regard,” the whisper of **** gives me the chills as I shut off the water.

“Thanks,” I nod, getting out and drying off.

“Any time. Be seeing you…” the voice in my head fades as I clean up and don my armor.

Feeling refreshed, but hungry, I start looking for the ship's mess….