Back to Normal...?

Your mind is in a haze. You're barely aware of two pairs of hands unfastening the straps holding you upright and carrying you gently down to the floor. Unformed thoughts and disjointed images swirl around your consciousness before gradually coalescing as you become more lucid.

"Mister Doe? Mister Doe? Crewman Doe, can you hear me?" a feminine voice asks, stirring your awareness. Your eyes flutter open, and a blurry vision of a familiar-looking blonde woman slowly comes into focus. You stare blankly into her eyes before finally recognizing the Captain, still in female form.

"C-Captain...?" you manage to say. Your throat feels like sandpaper, but your voice is at least in the proper register now. Looking down, you notice that your breasts that had been so distracting you and getting in the way are now gone. Your waist and hips are back to their normal proportions too. The most welcoming sight, however, is your cock standing glistening and erect as if it was brand new. In fact, you think it looks even bigger now than it was before. You continue to stare at it, mesmerized as it throbs and pulses.

"Whoa there, mister," says the Captain. "I'm happy to see you too, but I think Spock needs to give you a scan." Your eyes perform their own scan up and down the Captain's naked body. Lustful thoughts come rushing into your head and cloud your thinking. A hunger burns in your eyes as your body moves closer and closer to fem-Kirk as if acting on its own accord. You have to have her. Nothing else matters right now. She looks at you in confusion with a hint of fear.

"Captain, Crewman Doe's libido is in a hyperactive state post-transformation. He is likely incapable or rational thought or self control," says the beautiful Vulcan woman, though you can barely hear her speak over the sound of your own pulse throbbing in your temples. That doesn't matter though. You don't care what she has to say anyway. You'll have her too, you decide.

"What are our options, Spock?" fem-Kirk asks with a hint of urgency.

"Doe's current state of **** hormonal imbalance makes either resisting or subduing him unlikely to succeed. That course of action will most likely result in excessive bodily harm and violent **** of one or both of us." fem-Spock explains dispassionately.

"What are you saying, Spock? We should just... raise our legs in surrender?" asks fem-Kirk as she backs away from you. She stumbles and catches her fall in a leaned-back sitting position on the floor.

Fem-Spock raises an eyebrow at the expression but doesn't question it. "I am afraid so, Captain. Allowing him to use our bodies to satiate his hyperactive libido will give us all the best odds of survival and escape," she says as she removes her blue uniform tunic and underwear. "I suggest you brace yourself, Jim. I do not believe he wishes to be gentle."

Fem-Kirk looks up into your eyes as you ready yourself to climb on top of her and claim her. A blend of fear and compassion fill her eyes. She swallows and steadies herself as she leans back and spreads her legs for you. The scent of her sweet nectar wafts from her pussy up to your nostrils, inviting you to breathe in deeply. With resignation and resolve, she takes a deep breath.

"All right, mister. Do what you must," she says before turning her head to look away.