Let the Captain Go First

You are about to tell the Captain that it's your job to place your safety before his and insist that you go first, but your sense of self-preservation outweighs your sense of duty. The prospect of having your DNA rewritten and your organs scrambled is tying your stomach in nervous knots. You stay silent as the Captain ends the argument by stepping into the alcove with an air of confidence.

"Mister Doe, come over here and strap me in," she commands.

"Aye, Sir," you reply obediently as you walk over to the alcove and begin fasten the restraints around her waist, chest, and arms. Her naked body presses against yours in the tight space as you tighten her straps. You feel a wetness between your thighs as the feel of her flesh against yours inadvertently stirs your arousal. As you step back, you take a moment to admire her gorgeous feminine body for the last time.

"I'm ready, Spock," she says after taking a deep breath and bracing herself for whatever is about to happen.

"Initiating transformation sequence... now," announces fem-Spock as she presses several unlabeled buttons on the control panel. The whirring noise grows louder and louder until it is the only thing you can hear. The circular floor and ceiling of the alcove illuminate. An ice cold lump forms in the pit of your stomach as you watch fem-Kirk's body begin to ripple like a mirage. Her muscles and bones reshape themselves under her skin, and her chest pulls tight like the head of a drum, swallowing her breasts until they disappear. She/he tries to cry out in pain but cannot open her/his mouth as if it's wired shut. Staring at the captain's crotch, you see her/his pussy practically turn inside out as a large glistening cock springs out fully erect followed by two swollen testicles. His body shakes and spasms against the restraints as the transformation nears completion. Gradually, the whirring fades and the lights dim. All strength seems to leave his body as he goes slack in the restraints. You and fem-Spock both rush to the alcove. Together, you work to free him from his restraints and carry him down to a sitting position on the floor.

"Captain? Captain? Jim, can you hear me?" asks fem-Spock. The Captain's eyes flutter open, and he stares blankly at the two of you for a few moments before recognition finally dawns on him.

"S-Spock?" he rasps. "Did it... Did it work? Am I... back to my old self?"

"It would appear so, Captain. However, I will need to take some readings to be certain," says fem-Spock as she reaches for her tricorder. You can't help but notice how the Captain's hard-on is throbbing. You continue to stare at it, mesmerized until you finally manage to pull your gaze away. He begins to stand up. You are about to lean in to help him, but something about his movements make you pause. His muscles twitch and jerk unnaturally as he moves, and he's looking in fem-Spock's direction with the same crazed, lustful expression you saw on Calhoun's face right before he fucked you mercilessly.

"Mister Spock, look out!" you shout a moment too late. Like a coiled spring, Kirk leaps toward fem-Spock and shoves her down from behind against the control panel. She gasps in surprise as he pushes his body against her backside. He reaches around her waist and lifts up her blue uniform tunic just high enough to expose her ample breasts with green-tinted areolas. Instinctively, you reach for your phaser.

"Don't!" shouts fem-Spock, but not to Kirk. She's talking to you, trying to regain some composure as the Captain gropes her body. "The Captain's current state of... unh... **** hormonal imbalance makes either... oomph... resisting or subduing him unlikely to su-succeed. That course of action will mo-oah-st likely result in excessive bodily harm and... mmph... violent **** of one or both of us." fem-Spock explains as dispassionately as possible while being manhandled. With one free hand, she pulls her underwear aside, exposing her moist Vulcan pussy to Kirk's angry looking cock. He wastes no time in impaling her her with it, pressing himself firmly against fem-Spock's firm ass as he takes her roughly from behind.

"We must... Uungh!... not... Uumph!... resist. Allowing him to... Ahh!... use our bodies... Ohh!... to satiate his... Ummph!... hyperactive libido will give ah..ah..ah!... us the best odds of survival," she continues to speak as Kirk plows her against the console. You stand there frozen, unable to turn your eyes away as the Captain ravages her body. Her arms flail violently, smacking down buttons and spinning dials on the control panel. At one point, Kirk decides to flip her over and have her face him while she leans back against the panel so he can have a better angle. Her expression is a bizarre mix of pain, passion, fear, and resolve. Kirk buries his face in her tits while he humps her. Even while his thrusts become more urgent, you notice fem-Spock's hands are still moving against the controls, more deliberately this time. The alcove lights up and the machinery starts to whir again. Kirk seems totally oblivious as he pumps away at her pussy. She stares up at him with her smoky eyes as if willing him to cum. His body tenses, and he roars out in orgasmic triumph as he fills his feminized science officer with his seed. He pulls his still incredibly hard cock out of her body, and she crumples to the floor. Cum spills out of her pussy as she catches her breath. He looks at you now, and a lump forms in your throat as you're caught in his gaze.

"Get over here, Crewman, and clean my cock so I can fuck you next. That's an order!" he shouts at you over the rising pitch and volume of the machinery.