"Relax!"

"Relax, Stan!" a soft voice said out of nowhere. "Relax!" It sounded strangely familiar.

It did not stop him from falling. He saw the white coming towards him faster and faster... then...

Nothing.

He was awake.

He felt sick.

He felt gravity.

Standard gravity.

He slowly opened his eyes. The room was brightly lit, with white walls.

He was back in the dream, or was he dead?

"Relax, Stan," the voice said from his right. He looked over. It was the blonde from the fantasy, just as hot as he remembered her. She was dressed in the tight uniform, her big tits straining against the fabric.

"You're just experiencing side effects to the treatment."

He looked around. It was the same room as before, but now they were alone.

"Captain Joamo is preparing for the jump to the Tasim system," the blonde said.

"Meea, is it?" he replied, and she nodded softly. "Is this another dream?" he asked.

"No, no," she said, smiling reassuringly. "What you just had was a nightmare."

She noticed how he didn't seem to find the reply satifactory, and added,

"Confusion is a natural reaction to the medical procedure you just went through. Yes, we have taken you on board this vessel. You are to serve the rest of your sentence directly under Royal command."

"Royal command?"

Stan felt like his head was spinning. He had trouble keeping his eyes focused and felt like he was slipping into sleep and out of it every second.

"This is reality," Lietenant Jaymes said, and placed her hand on his thigh. The soft touch of her hand made him aware of that he had bulked up like in the dream.

"Right now, I can't tell what's real and what's imaginary. You've changed me?"

"Yes, we had to improve you... or rather... help you reach your full potential," she explained, "but I hope you don't mind."

Her hand slid up to outline his rapidly hardening cock. She appeared as if hypnotized.

"Just a quick peek," she added, and pulled the thin sheets off his body. She gasped when she saw it, not even fully hard.

"Wow!" she said, and placed as much of her hand around the thick shaft as she was able to.

"That feels good," he mumbled.

"It's even bigger than I remembered from last night."

She slowly stroked him until he was completely erect. It felt great. Stan was struggling to accept that this was actually happening, and not a dream. Two women had seized him, given him a giant cock, and now they were taking him to Tasim-4? He'd never been to Tasim-4, but it sounded great! Much better than the rocky moon on which he'd spent the last four years.

He looked down at the thing the buxom blonde was slowly jerking. By the emperor, that thing was massive! He couldn't believe his luck. His entire life, he'd seen the disappointment in women's eyes as he undressed for them. Now, all he saw was lust. Deep lust.

Lieutenant Meea Jaymes had her orders. She was to observe the patient, reassure him of his safety and by all means not touch him.

"After the obligatory SVT", the Captain had said with a certain regret, "protocol states that the patient is normally to be kept in the medbay until he is ready to be presented."

"Orders, smorders!" she scoffed, and bent down to suck on his impressive manhood.

"Lieutenant!" a voice was heard from the incom, and Meea froze. Surely there were no active cameras in the MedBay now? She straightened her back and activated her speaker.

"Yes, Captain?"

"How is our patient doing, Lieutenant? Is he up?"

The second-in-command looked at Stan and grinned.

"Yes, Captain, most definitely!"

"Good. Now, remember your orders, Meea." She heard a gentle smile in her superior's voice.

"Of course, Captain!" the curvy blonde replied, reluctantly accepting that the Captain was right: orders are orders. She shouldn't risk anything now they were so close to a successful mission. Her cut of the pay would be pretty good.

"We are ready for the jump, Lieutenant, so please take the patient to my quarters for a mission briefing."

"Affermative!" she replied and closed the incom.

She took one last look at the inmate, then turned around and started looking for his new clothes.