Chapter Five

“It’s in the food isn’t it?” Tucker said more than asked, having to raise his voice to be heard over the rapturous wailing filling the speakers. “The nutrient paste we’ve all been wolfing down like it’s goddamn ambrosia.”

“That was my earliest… suspicion too.” Maeve gasped in reply, her flashy new five-inch stiletto pumps were up on the desktop as she leaned back in her black office chair and pumped ‘Tucker Junior’ in and out of her slick hairless snatch. “But I am running some… hmmph~ added tests to be sure. Harper is gathering samples from the… algae farms for chemical analysis. Aah! She’s the cute redhead… I told you about her, right?”

Maeve was feeling all hot and bothered, and growing more than a little annoyed. Charlotte’s oversized funbags kept slapping the camera lens and blocking her view of Tucker’s handsome face.

Ever since the two had started engaging in anal sex–the young mega-stud still staunchly maintained his ban on vaginal intercourse with the cartoonishly curvaceous chief engineer–she had become a nuisance when it came to holding video conferences by the necessary positioning of the sinful act.

The gorgeous blonde bimbo had to be bent over something for Tucker to ravage her forbidden back passage, and if that meant the comms terminal they were currently communicating through, how could it be helped?

Still, Maeve pouted petulantly, she had discarded the stuffy suit jacket and completely unbuttoned her beige blouse so he could see her firm breasts in the new push up bra she had fabricated. It was lacy and green, the same shade as her sexy mini skirt.

Maeve wanted him to see her getting off on his dauntless masculinity. To tell him to cum for her. For Tucker to blow his incredible load at the lewd spectacle of her plugging her puffy pussy with a sordid simulacrum of his majestic manmeat while staring directly into her smoldering eyes.

How was he supposed to do that with Charlotte’s thick muscular ass, giant globular tits, and voluminous bedhead of strawberry blonde hair obscuring his field of view?

…obscuring his view of Maeve, with her tiny emerald skirt bunched up around her trim waist and her dildo-stuffed cunt out on parade for him to ogle.

“Wait… you thawed another one? Dammit, pipe down Charlotte!” Tucker groaned, gripping the keening blonde by the back of the neck and dragging her bucking body off to one side to pound her rippling rump in picture-perfect profile. “I’m trying to speak with the good Doctor. What happened to Chase?”

He meant Grace of course, but such a busy, important and hunky man couldn’t be expected to keep track of pesky little details like women's names.

Still, Maeve was momentarily stupefied by the way he so easily manipulated Charlotte’s thick body with all her heavy curves, swinging her about like she weighed nothing at all. The buxom blonde rarely wore clothing anymore, except for her neon pink knee boots and matching elbow length gloves.

She gnawed on her full lower lip as though trying to chew it off as she thrust the humming dildo in faster. Deeper. Gasping and trying to keep time with Tucker's frenzied butt-stuffing rhythm.

"Grace? She's nearby. Mmmph! I'm still working on her–with her to identify… nyaa~ possible contaminants."

In truth, the last Maeve had seen of the young biochemist, she had been slumped over her workstation, surrounded by stacks of empty bowls, moaning whorishly with a ‘Tucker Jr’ of her own buzzing away between her considerably longer, shapelier legs.

Maeve felt a delicious tremor run through her at the recent memory of the not-so-mousy brunette training her pristine pussy on a rubberised duplicate of Tucker's mouthwatering enormity.

That had been three hours ago and the lewd noises coming from outside the Doctor's private office hadn't stopped.

"Maeve… wha-what are you doing?!" Tucker's sky blue eyes were wide and wild when he finally focused on her recumbent pose through the screen. "You shouldn't be… you can't…"

"Hmmm… Like what you see, Honey?" She purred, spreading her knees further apart to give him a better view of her glistening wetness. She was already sitting in a spreading puddle of her own pungent juices. "You need to cum, don't you? To clear your head and think straight again?

“Need to fill that sexy fucking bimbo's fat ass with all your hot spunk… oooh~ To drain your big balls into her most forbidden hole… Oooh gawd! Don't you want to cum for me, Tucker?"

Even as the filthy words left her breathy lips, Maeve was quaking in a toe-curling climax. Her third since the video call had begun only a few minutes ago. Envisioning herself, not Charlotte, stuck fast upon his manly pole. Being split apart by his girth and feeling the fullness of his length stirring up her tight insides.

"Oh fuck! I do… fuck me, but I do! FuckFuckFuckFuck!!"

With one huge hand still clamped firmly around the gleefully shrieking engineer’s slender throat, and the other half encircling her waspish waist, Tucker stretched her puckered hole wide as he jacked her full figured body like an overinflated fucktoy on his raging rigidity.

Charlotte spasmed and flopped about in his mighty hold, arms dangling down uselessly like a puppet with its strings cut. Her floor-length golden hair flew in glossy tangles, her stupendous tits clapping and careening in mad circles as she flailed. Her bare feet actually left the floor as Tucker hoisted her big bouncy ass up by the hips to ram himself harder down into it.

Her hiccuping howls changed to odd high pitched yipping sounds each time he bottomed out in her clenching bowels.

“Do it, Tucker Honey. Look at my tight little pussy and cum so hard for me.” Maeve panted, ratcheting the vibrator up to its highest setting and jamming it against her electrified g-spot. It whirred loudly, like an aircraft about to take flight. “It craves you so badly, my sweet little cunny. It wants you to cum and blast your sticky load in that sexy slut’s asshole–”

There was that angry vein throbbing at his temple again, as Tucker nodded frantically along with her illicit instructions, his whole body tightening up in one god almighty contraction before he exploded convulsively inside Charlotte’s bubbly butt.

“Jeezus… FUCK!!” He roared, drowning out all other noise in the engineering bay. “Gawd… I’m cumming, Maeve! I’m cumming so fucking hard for you!”

Maeve didn’t need to be told, she was struck paralytic in the throes of her own orgasm. Cumming together as if they were somehow connected by some horny spiritual tether. Cresting a soaring climactic peak because her magnificent man was doing the same. It seemed fitting and right to Maeve in that moment, that a proper woman should find her own pleasure in giving it to a real man.

A real hunky dreamboat man like Tucker…

Time took a coffee break, as they remained locked in carnal completion. Tucker twitched occasionally as he unleashed a preternatural amount of steamy seed into the cum-drunk bimbo’s back end and Maeve squirmed delightfully in her slippy leather seat.

“Good girl, good girl…” Tucker gasped, eventually lowering Charlotte back onto the workbench until her dopey drooling face was comfortable nestled atop her cushiony cleavage. “Such a good girl for helping me all this time. Rest now, my very good girl.”

Charlotte smiled sleepily, barely conscious but happy, as he stroked her long golden hair and swiped his softening manhood clean in her thick ass crack before turning back to Maeve with a worried expression.

“I don’t think we should communicate by video anymore, Doctor.” He sounded guilty, not meeting her eyes as though he had done something wrong. “If you’re going to find a cure to whatever is happening to us then I must ask you to hurry. Please, I don’t know how much more Charlotte can take.”

“No! Tucker Honey, wait!”

Maeve cried out as he reached for the terminal but it was too late. He ended the connection and the screen went black, leaving Maeve with only her thoroughly ruffled, beatifically boneless reflection for company.

…That, and the outline of an impressively womanly figure kneeling in the open office doorway behind her.

Spinning her chair around with all the sinister slowness of a cheesy Hollywood villain making their big reveal, Maeve crossed her honey-glazed thighs as she greeted the unexpected arrival, tapping the soggy tip of the truncheon-sized dildo theatrically against her angular chin.

It was still buzzing like an outboard engine and left a shiny wet splotch on her pale porcelain skin.

“I’m sorry Grace, dear. I didn’t see you there.” She told the prostrated young scientist in a tone of motherly concern. “Did you need something from me?”

“Who… Why were you…” The poor girl was struggling to turn thought into words. Small wonder given the condition she was in. “What’s happening to me?!”

Grace’s previously short cropped brown hair presently hung well past her shoulders in luscious maple curls. Her once compact frame had lengthened noticeably, the slight stockiness replaced with a sculpted elegance in her slimmer torso, slender arms and elongated legs. Her skintight hibernation suit conformed to a freshly formed hourglass figure, hanging a touch loose about her shrunken waist, and struggling valiantly to contain the supple burgeoning flesh added to the bewildered beauty’s chest, hips and thighs.

Goodness, but she was coming along fast!

Ladders and tears had begun to appear in the near-translucent body sleeve. Portions of Grace’s swelling anatomy poking through the nano-weave fabric in a most fascinating fashion.

One small rip had been widened from over a hardened nipple down to her smooth sternum, exposing one expanding breast and most of the bulging underboob of the other. Twin slits ran up her the outsides of thickening thighs. Symmetrical, as though by design, and revealing a swathe of creamy skin from her rounded out hips to her buckled knees.

…But the largest split in Grace’s overwrought outfit looped down from her navel and between the juncture of her splayed legs where a familiar buzzing protuberance stuck out of her engorged pussy lips, wriggling mechanically and leaking warm fluids onto the white ceramic floor beneath her.

“Calm yourself, dear, and tell me what is wrong.” Maeve instructed, rising to her feet and strutting over as stately as any queen in her foxy high heels, readjusting the emerald mini skirt to cover her essentials and ignoring her unbuttoned blouse. “How do you feel right now, at this moment?”

“Confused… and–and aroused…” Grace sobbed, lengthy fingernails digging into her palms as she pressed her small fists together over her shrinking belly. “I heard noises… A deep voice. Grunts. Coming from your office… and you were speaking and doing things wi–with him. A man… on the screen. I tried to hide… touched myself. Why was I touching myself?!”

“Shhh~... it’s alright, dear. Everything is going to be alright.” Maeve cooed, crouching down in front of the blubbering brunette and wafting her nectar-drenched dildo under the girl’s snuffling nose. “That was Tucker. He’s very handsome and important but needs our help. Would you like me to tell you how we can help him?”

Grace’s bright amber eyes were unnaturally dilated and her newly plump cherry lips parted as her moist tongue slipped out to seek the proverbial carrot dangling wetly in front of her face.

“Yes… Please..” She slurred, nodding her muddled head until her mouth drooped low enough to seal around the blunt, thrumming tip with a muffled moan of soulful gratification.

“Good girl, good girl.” Maeve purred, letting the busty brunette suckle as she reached down to grip the gyrating length still jutting out of her battered pussy to give it a teasing twist. That elicited a garble groan of ecstasy. “Tucker loves his good girls. Good girls get rewarded with big throbbing dick, and hot juicy loads. They get to feel happy, like, all of the time. Can you be a good girl for me, dear?"

"Mmmhmm~!" The addled biochemist vibrated around the whirring Tucker Junior's, both above and below.

"That's wonderful, now listen carefully, my good little Gracie, because this is what he needs you to do…”

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