The Original Series

Nyota breathed in as consciousness came back to her. With a sigh she leaned pushed herself up from her bed letting massive boobs slosh under gravity's embrace. She held the position for several seconds. As a bridge officer aboard the USS Enterprise she was afforded the small luxury of personal quarters.

In between her breasts her cock resided comfortably. The bulbus head was just out of reach but with a little bending she could suck herself off. Sometimes she did. Today she preferred Janice Rand to provide her own services. The Yeoman was adept at providing sexual care to all bridge officers, something they all enjoyed. Yet the Yeoman wasn't in sight and Uhura couldn't afford to wait for her to 'make the rounds'.

With no stimulation her cock defiantly stood upward for a brief moment before deflating. Maybe she could get some relief later on. Sighing, swung her legs over the side and stood up, making her way over to her dresser.

With a deep grunt Uhura pulled the dress upward. Whoever designed the standard starfleet uniforms must have been prepubescent given the fit, especially for someone like her. The supposedly large uniform fit her like a second skin; stretched taut over her curvaceous frame. Cleavage poured out until it nearly touched her chin and her cock hung flaccidly between her legs. She desperately wanted to go commando, and in any other era she could but Jane Kirk, despite being the biggest sex hound in starfleet, demanded her crew be somewhat presentable.

With another grunt she took out a pair of underwear and pulled them up, making them disappear under the dress. They did the job of hiding her member, at the price of doing nothing to hide the ludicrous bulge it made. She did up her hair as a last minute touch and made for the door. Release or not, Uhura was on duty.