On to Miss Villiers

“Vulgar, sir?” John asked.

“Yes,” The colonel nodded, maintaining his somewhat awkward expression, “she’s become decidedly less ladylike in her appearance.”

“May I see her, sir?” After all, the plan was for John and Miss Villiers to try and explore the inland of Venus together, so he felt justified in wanting to see her as soon as possible.

“I suppose that perhaps you really ought to,” the colonel nodded again, this time looking as though he was quite relieved at John’s question.

“Yes, quite, sir,” Agreeing with the colonel, John had to admit to himself that he was quite intrigued by his enigmatic description of Miss Villiers.

“Very well then,” the colonel rose to his feet, placed his cap upon his head, and tucked his staff in under his right armpit, “I’ll leave you to get dressed.”

“Sir,” Almost forgetting to salute the colonel, John waited until the old man had left the room and closed the door behind him before slipping out of bed and heading over to the simple wardrobe that was located a couple of yards away from the bed.

Soon, his had his uniform laid out on the bed, and proceeded to put it on, although he didn’t feel particularly motivated to do so. Having left his underwear in the wardrobe, John slipped on the dark-green khaki trousers, reflecting upon how the Army that he had joined had changed over the years of his service, with steam engined monstrosities to carry troops into combat, Maxim guns, bolt-action rifles and the introduction of new uniforms. These days, the only British troops who were still proper redcoats were those few stationed on Mars.
Slipping on his shirt, tie, jacket and regulation Sam Brown belt, John stopped in front of a mirror to make sure that he was presentable, noticing the considerable bulge running down the right leg of his trousers all the way to his knee, and placed his peaked cap under his left arm before wondering, not for the first time, who it might have been that decided that a green tie, a green shirt and a green jacket would look good together.
Thus suitably attired, he exited the room to rejoin Smithers-Jones outside it, quickly finding himself ogled at by the handful of nurses present in the short hospital corridor in which the two officers were now standing. Being tall, broad-shouldered and quite handsome with masculine face framed in by short blonde hair, John was not entirely unused to having girls stealing glances at him, but he’d never had so many staring at him so openly before.

“So,” John cleared his throat after none of the nurses had looked away from him even he met their gazes, “Miss Villiers?”

“This way, captain,” the two men were soon moving in the direction which the colonel had nodded at, with the handful of nurses that they walked past all seeming as though they were preparing to jump John, which was a prospect that he was getting more and more in favour of as he and Colonel Smithers-Jones made their way through the corridor, cut across another one and went down a short flight of stairs to find themselves at the mouth of another one, with a military policeman, usually referred to as redcaps because of the colour of their caps, standing in front of a closed door.

Curious as to why it was necessary to post a guard by Miss Villiers’ door, John noticed as he and the colonel approached the redcap that his face was quickly becoming as red as his cap.

“Corporal Milner,” the colonel greeted the soldier, who had by now snapped to attention.

“Sir!” The sheer volume of Corporal Milner’s reply indicated that he would one day make a very good Drill Sergeant.

“Has anyone attempted to disturb Miss Villiers?” Colonel Smithers-Jones asked, and John could see Milner’s face quiver for a second, before it regained its stoic character.

“No sir!”

“And did you pass the message about our impending visit on to her?”

“Y… yes sir!” The colour on Milner’s face was now so vivid that he looked more like a beet than a soldier.

“Good, keep calm and carry on, Milner,” Smithers-Jones urged the young man before removing his hat and tapping his fist gently against the door, waiting for singsong “Enter!” to be called out from on the other side of it before yanking the handle and pushing it open.

“Ah, Colonel, I just finished getting dressed,” Miss Villiers was standing in front of a full-body mirror in a room that was remarkably similar to the one that John had awoken in, facing the door and with her hands on her hips, “if you can call it that.”

It took John a few moments of stunned silence before it dawned on him that the woman in front of him was the same one as the beautiful but frail-looking scientist with whom he’d spoken briefly before the two of them were to expose themselves to the effects of the experimental vaccine. But whereas she’d previously been similar to a porcelain doll thanks to her waifish figure and pale skin, the skin on her face and hands were now furnished with a deep, lustrous tan that went perfectly with the jet-black colour of her hair. At the same time, not even the ankle-long blue skirt and the puffed-out, high-collar white blouse that she’d put on, which were of the sort of Victorian style of clothing which he’d previously considered pretty bland and dull but now found to be downright atrocious, could conceal the fact that her body had undergone some rather drastic changes since he’d last seen her, with her waist retaining its slim shape but her hips now looking much wider. And not even that horrid blouse could hide the fact that the dramatic expansion of her chest meant that she was now the most massively huge-boobed woman that he’d ever come across.

“Yes,” John knew that Colonel Smithers-Jones was supposed to be a capable and brave officer with a career reaching back as far as the Sepoy Mutiny, but he now appeared as though he’d be much more comfortable facing a charging band of furious Zulu warriors all on his own and armed only with a particularly sharp piece of fruit than being in the same room as Miss Villiers, “I must compliment you on your choice of clothing.”

“Oh, these aren’t mine, colonel,” Miss Villiers moved her hands up and crossed them over her protruding chest, “I’d never own anything like them.”

“Ah, Captain Rhodes,” Turning her attention now to John, Miss Villiers changed her tone so that the mere sound of it was enough to send a warm tingling sensation down his back at the same time as he felt the fabric of his trousers being pushed outwards by the swelling of his cock and his balls, “what do you think of this outfit?”

“It’s absolutely horrid,” John was slightly surprised at his own honesty, but still pressed on to add “and it ought to be burnt.”

John was rewarded for his bluntness by Miss Villiers releasing a giggle that was fantastically evocative, the clear sound of it along with her sultry smile almost having him at the point where it felt as though the room was spinning around him.

“I don’t know, the skirt might be saved from the flames if I cut it to down to about here,” Miss Villiers unleashed a shameless gasp as she placed one of her slender fingers directly against her crotch to indicate where she wanted the skirt’s hemline to be.

“And as for the blouse… perhaps I can wrap one of its arms round my tits and use it as a top?” Miss Villiers suggested in a cheerfully perverted sort of way, though John sincerely doubted that the blouse-arm could reach even close to halfway round her ginormous tits.

“But colonel, what’s wrong?” Miss Villiers now focused once more on the seasoned old officer, whose face had now adopted a reddish hue that could match that of Corporal Milner’s, while his whole body was frozen in a pose which made it look as though he ought to be mounted on a plinth somewhere.
“I must say, it can’t be because of me,” Miss Villiers continued on as the colonel remained absolutely dead-silent, “Corporal Milner doesn’t seem have a problem with my appearance,” at that point, Corporal Milner ceased staring at her and ducked back in behind the doorpost, “and Captain Rhodes seems perfectly happy to be in my company, though his right trouser leg is acting a little… odd.”

As Miss Villiers’ words prompted him to look down at his trousers, he noted that the right leg of them was now quivering rather dramatically, with the bottom of it routinely sliding up far enough to expose plenty of his ankle and doing so in synchrony with the forceful contractions of his achingly erect cock.
“Ah…” While Smithers-Jones kept looking straight ahead, John noticed the way in which Miss Villiers was now staring straight at his cock, her luscious parting so that she could run her tongue across them, and immediately felt something warm and sticky wash down the outside of his right calf before soaking the top of his sock.

“That wouldn’t happen to be your cock, would it?” Miss Villiers’ question might have been directed at John, but it drew a throaty groan from the colonel, prompting John to look over to make sure that the old man hadn’t just suffered a heart-attack.

“Sir,” John addressed Smithers-Jones, who had long since lost his stiff upper-lip in the face of Miss Villiers’ consuming libidinousness, “perhaps you ought to leave?”

Bobbing his head up and down in a weak imitation of a proper nod, the colonel then turned round and sort of hobbled out of the room, forgetting to close the door behind him.

“You know,” Miss Villiers was looking straight at John again, her fingers curling themselves up around the fabric of her blouse, “there’s something that I’ve quite wanted to do ever since you first walked in here.”

“What’s that?”

“This!” Thrusting her elbows out, Miss Villiers tore apart the front of her blouse, sending buttons flying everywhere as her huge, spherical breasts came bursting out into the open, the two perfect globes of lush, richly tanned titflesh jiggling from the **** with which she had freed them as her eyes narrowed down and her lips were pulled into a ferocious snarl.

At first, precum simply smacked off the top of his right shoe, but then John heard a tearing noise that quickly grew louder as his thick tore his trousers apart, leaving them equipped with a gaping hole that ran from the crotch down to just above his knee as his cock shoot upwards until it was aimed squarely at Miss Villiers, who managed to drop her jaw and bring her right hand up to smack against her cheek before John unwittingly released a thick, powerful blast of precum that left the crotch of her dress completely soaked.