Relax and Enjoy Herself

With all the flight controls set, Samus raised her arms over her head and lay back in the chair; biting her lip as her now sensitive, puffy hole slipped over the smooth leather, sending yet more lube cascading over the edges of the seat. Her hips rolled involuntarily, inciting gasps and moans from the bounty-hunter-turned-sex-toy, and she grasped the back of her chair as the sensations made her untouched pussy spasm. Her wetness gushing out to freely flow into the lube-pool around her thighs.

She bucked harder and harder against the leather, sending her fluids around the flight cabin and splashing into monitors. Her new insides tensed their entire length, redoubling the lust that was coursing through her, telling her she needed more. It was begging with her. She looked down, red faced and sweating, to find her hand was rubbing her clit. She hadn't noticed. She still barely noticed. Her asshole superseded everything. Meant everything.

And it was empty.

Samus slid back in her chair with a final cross-eyed moan and unsteadily got to her feet. Strings of lube followed her and fell with an audible splat to the floor, more collecting around the protruding rim of her asshole and falling as if from a tap, and she turned and headed for the cargo hold. As she walked she teased her slit and felt her ass-cheeks slip and slide over her back-passage - it felt better than the chair, and she had to stop to compose herself several times before reaching Cargo Box 2.

She pried the lid from the box and her heart skipped a beat. A skip that she felt travel up the her new anus all the way to her throat and back. Her ass sang. Her knees buckled. She realised she was drooling as she reached in and pulled out a new toy.