The Admin - Back to Medbay

Your datapad is satisfyingly empty, even if it comes at the cost of being exhausted enough to not care much about the mild blue balls you've developed. For the time being, draining your balls can wait until you've collapsed into bed for a few hours. You put your own name into the datapad's tracker to find your own quarters. To your pleasant surprise, an extensive dossier full of all kinds of personal info comes up. You make a mental note to read it at a later date, it might help fill in the gaps in your new mind. For now, you just pull up coordinates for your personal quarters. You half-groan as it points you right back to the medbay you woke up in. It must be in one of those doors you assumed were... doctor closets.

You slide back into the medbay quietly, listening for the telltale signs that Administrator Abdullah is still here. You can hear the soft clicking of a keyboard coming from the office, telling you she likely is. You try to sneak through the medbay to get to your quarters.

"If there's an active request left in that datapad I won't save you from the airlock again."

You turn towards the open office door, Abdullah isn't typing any more but she hasn't turned to face you either. You subconsciously make sure your datapad is clear before approaching her.

You step into the office and she turns to face you. Her face is the usual crease of stressed frustration, you notice this time the bags under her eyes. You set the datapad on your desk in front of her quietly. None of the muscles in her face so much as twitch.

"What the fuck is this? Why are you handing it to me?" She asks rhetorically.

"I handled all of the requests."

"What do you want, a medal? Send me an email next time so I can leave earlier."

She stands up, her turquoise uniform is creased and has been loosened to be worn only half-regulation. It's when she stands that you notice she's at least a full head shorter than you, probably shorter than anybody you've met on the base except for Ashley. You still can't help but feel like she's towering over you as you look down at her. She immediately wobbles as she hits her feet and has to brace against your desk.

"Fuck's sake tighten your pants, doesn't anybody meet regulation around here?" She asks with her voice trailing on and off. She teeters as she stands.

She starts heading to the door shakily. She pulls a bottle of pills from one of her pockets. A doctorly instinct you didn't know you had kicks in and you stop her.

"What are those?"

"What are you, my doctor or something?"

You grab them from her without much resistance. Despite not recognizing the name, the label is kind enough to indicate "stimulants." Judging by how strung out she is, it seems like she might be boosting to keep herself awake.

"Come with me Administrator." You say as you take her shoulders softly. She mumbles in resistance but doesn't stop you as you guide her to one of the medical cots.

While she's sitting down and staring into the middle distance you do a quick net search of her pills. They're stimulants alright, the kind powerful enough to not be carried by your standard station medical bay. Your terminal informs you of the serious risks to a user's life if they develop an overreliance, but the banner ad from the manufacturing company shares the testimonials of users who say the pills lead to all kinds of benefits. Everything from higher production to improved response time. You do a quick search of the pills on a pharmaceutical delivery service and search for some user reviews. Most users note the improved response time and ability to forgo sleep for days at a time. Many complain about side effects from prolonged use. A couple of positive reviews mention the use of them with a romantic partner. Trusted reviewer gumby's_cumsock especially notes that he "came like a god damn horse." You make a note to look further into this later... purely for research.

"How long have you been awake?" You ask the administrator.

"What? What kind of question is that?" She mumbles back.

You shake her pill bottle at her "How long have you been using these?"

That snaps her to sudden attention "Give them back!"

She reaches out to grab them frantically but you hold them out of reach. Eventually, she withdraws her hands and pouts.

"Okay, so I had a few doses to keep me awake while you were out. You can't understand how much there was to do. I work 14 hour days even when we're not facing a lawsuit from the medical union and there's going to be an investigation and the books aren't filed properly and if they see how much money we cost and how little we've gotten done they're going to cut our funding again and... and..." She starts to trail off, she's fidgeting in her seat and picking at her lips. She seems like she's about to cry.

You sit on the bed next to her and wrap an arm around her. She doesn't fight you, instead, she puts her arms around you with more **** than she probably means to. You do your best to hold her in this awkward position. Her skin is amazingly smooth, but you're taken aback by how cold she is. She falls asleep quickly, even half propped up on an uncomfortable medical cot. You do your best to disentangle yourself from her and slide her into a comfortable resting position on the bed. You poke around in the closets for some blankets. What you find are paltry, but better than nothing. You do your best to cover her and make her comfortable before slipping to your room.

The lights in your room are off and you don't intend to change that. You throw yourself onto your bed, you're only half-surprised when it's soft as cotton candy and draped in blankets fluffy enough to help arctic explorers survive. You slip out of your lab coat and wriggle under the covers.

You wake up with a warmth pressed against you that wasn't there before, the room is lit dimly by a collection of UV lights in the corner over a small hive of potted greenery. You look down and see the familiar black and blonde puffs of Abdullah's hair. The Administrator is sleeping, clutching you tight with her head resting on your chest. She must have woken up recently and climbed into bed with you, whether intentionally or not. She stirs softly in her sleep, whimpering and grinding her teeth. Your wrap your arms around the girl and hold her tight to your chest. You appreciate the cocoa butter smell of her hair as she sighs happily in her sleep. Her chest presses softly into your side and as she stirs her leg creeps upward until her knee brushes against your cock. You try to shift away from the contact, but it's already far too late for your independently-minded tool. In seconds you can feel your pants straining to contain your hardening member. You try to shift away from the girl, but she's wrapped around you and clings to you tightly. As you shift, she stirs again, head nuzzling into your chest.

"Did I wake you, Goldie?" She asks groggily.

"Mm-hmm." You whimper back softly.

She looks up into your eyes, her hard expression from the day before completely gone. You're not sure how long either of you were asleep, but she at least seems a lot better off.

She slides up in your bed, bringing her head to a level with yours. You breathe a quiet sigh of relief as her leg moves away from the problem currently stretching the seams of your jumpsuit.

"I dreamed about you, you know." She says softly. "Something about falling asleep to your smell reminded me of the old days."

"What was the dream about?"

"You and me back in college, Goldie and Cinnamon, just a couple of horny kids with a room all to ourselves. The dean even told us not to fuck our roommates but every time she walked in you could tell she knew." She whispers to you, kissing around your ear as she does. "I think she could even smell it a few times."

You gulp as you feel what you swear is a seam starting to give on your pants. Her breath is soft and hot in your ear, you can feel her nipples poking into your side as she presses into you.

"What happened to us?" You ask, trying your best to make the question sound whistful.

"You know how I always wanted to be on top. I was an idiot who put my career ahead of the girl I loved and we didn't become the best pair of doctors in space."

"So it ended?"

She climbs on top of you and straddles your stomach, you realize that she slipped out of her uniform before climbing into bed. Her beautiful dark skin contrasts with a loose sleeveless shirt and a pair of yellow panties. Her frame is wiry, decorated lightly with muscle but decadently feminine. She leans down and cups your face in her hands as she kisses you with the warmth of a long lost lover. You taste the lemon of her lipstick and feel the overwhelming damp heat of her mouth intertwined with yours. When she breaks away you're left almost starstruck. She presses her forehead into yours and stares you down with a ferocity that paralyzes you.

"Not if we say it didn't." She breathes. You can't respond, every part of your body has been reduced to tingling mush. You can feel your precum starting to seriously soak into your uniform. Abdullah grinds wetly against your stomach, her pussy hot enough to trash any of the few thoughts you had left.

"It's not... the same." You finally manage to spit out.

A hand presses firmly over your mouth, the softness of its fingers completely undercut but the painful strength it presses down on you with. Abdullah slowly unzips the front zipper of your jumpsuit top until your new body's pale skin shines in the dark and your luscious breasts hang free. Abdullah's hand finds your breast and massages it with barely restrained fury, pinching and pulling at your aching nipple. She gently twists it to get a whimper out of you before she leans into your ear to whisper.

"And it never will be, Goldie."

She kisses your ear before trailing kisses slowly down your neck into your collarbone. You settle your hands onto her waist as she climbs her mouth down your body, sinking her rear nearer and nearer to your unsubtle secret. She takes her hand from your mouth and grabs both of your breasts, shaking them and holding one of your nipples to her probing tongue. She traces circles around the pink bud before taking it in her mouth and pulling on it gently with her teeth. You're completely overcome by her actions and you're shocked that your pants can even take the ****. You reach down to stop her, figuring you have one last chance to get out of this before she completely reveals your new bodily features. Her hands shoot from your breasts to grab your wrists and she pins them back to the bed. She brings her face back to yours.

"I want to make you beg for me like you used to." She says with a bite.

"You... can't..." You manage to ****.

Bad choice of words.

Playful fire lights up in her eyes. "I love this game, winning is so much more fun like this." She taunts. She throws her tank top up over her head, her puffy midnight-black nipples that cover most of her meager breasts seem hard enough to have cut it apart anyway. She snakes the armholes around your wrists and twists them tightly before tying it, and you, to your headboard.

"All of our old gear is still back in my room. Maybe I should leave you here while I go get it. Maybe if you make me this horny again, I'll bring them with me next time." She sneers as she cups your face in her hands. She goes back down to your breasts, taking her time as she torments your nipples with her tongue and fingers. Your mind is going number with each passing second of this. You feel like you're being reduced to a hard cock attached to some deranged animal. Your protests grow weak, you're reduced to lustful groans and pathetic whimpers. The whole time you feel like you're moments away from release, but your balls refuse to unload their roiling contents. They ache like they're about to explode from the amount of fluid trapped in them.

Abdullah lifts her head and looks into your hazy eyes "Normally you'd be begging me to stop by now, saying you'd cum so much you couldn't feel your legs anymore. What happened Goldie? Your nipples were always so sensitive."

You try to talk but the words coming out of your mouth are mush. Abdullah seems to appreciate that response. "Maybe you have been cumming over and over again and you just don't want me to hear that sweet music you used to make. But you know I want you to sing for me, you know I know all of your buttons too."

She slinks back and settles onto your leg, teasing your jumpsuit zipper down slowly. When she unzips the top completely she pulls it open to reveal your stomach, heaving with your erratic breath. She traces kisses down your navel to your waist, kissing in circles around the start of your pelvis, taking her time, and making a show of it. Finally, at long last, she sinks her hand under your waistband to find your pussy. When her hand makes contact with your pulsing, painfully hard member instead, she freezes.

"Is that?" She asks.

She takes a firmer grasp of it, feeling it pulse in her hand. You're worried for a long, silent moment that she'll scream or run away as she feels the heat and firmness of your shaft and then takes one of your painfully swollen balls in her small fingers.

When she does speak, it's with barely contained emotion. "You never told me."

You feel the fear again that she'll run away or scream, but instead she squeezes your heavy orb more firmly.

"You became a man?" She asks, not accusatorily but with much less intimacy than she spoke with before. You can only nod semi-shamefully.

She pulls the blankets back to witness the extent of the bulge in your jumpsuit. "And it seems like you spared no expense."

She stands up, but instead of leaving, she bends over to kiss you. She strokes your cheek reassuringly as she holds you. You're taken aback by the softness of the gesture.

"You should have told me, I wouldn't have been angry." She says softly when she breaks away.

"I didn't... think you'd like it." You manage to sputter.

She kisses you again "I loved you the way you were, but if this is what you want it doesn't change why I love you." She gently brushes your cheek with her hand. "Besides, now I have new toys to play with." She whispers mischievously.

She tries briefly to pull your cock free from your jumpsuit but quickly realizes the logistical problem it poses. Instead, she grips your jumpsuit at either side of the zipper's end and pulls it apart with intimidating ease. Your cock finally springs free into the open and you experience only a moment of feeling truly exposed before pure animal lust takes over. Every second that goes by without release is becoming torturous. Abdullah, for her part, seems far more interested in taking her time and enjoying this new plaything. She traces a gentle finger underneath your length, gripping the shaft and pulling it back to peel away the foreskin and expose the head completely. With her other hand, she trails the precum oozing from the tip along the underside of your head, teasing at your most sensitive spots. If you thought her **** on your breasts was harsh, this was capital punishment by comparison. With every minute touch of her fingers against your member, your body senses the stimulation of another's touch. Your demonic cock constantly pulses with the pressure of the breathless moments before orgasm, when the body contracts in entirety under immense strain. But you are continually denied the relief that comes after, you feel delirious from the constant denial. You're starting to crack under the pressure of it.

"Well, there's no way I can fit the whole thing." Abdullah chimes with clinical detachment "Besides, I'd much rather see the fountain this thing will make." She takes her finger, slick with the stream of your constant juices, and sucks on it teasingly. Her face shifts as the powerful liquid enters her system.

The undershirt gives way, tearing in pieces as you detach from the headboard. Before Abdullah can protest you throw her to the floor underneath you, ass in the air and head pressed against the cold metal floor. You wrench her soaked panties from her body without a second thought and bury your face in her cunt. You feel your balls pulsing as you drink in her scent. You hold her arms behind her back with strength you didn't know this vessel capable of as you press her head into the ground and bury your tongue into her pussy.

"F-fuck, just because you're got a b-big new dick you want to be on top?" She gasps, despite her protests she's wet with a powerful animal heat she's never experienced before and shaking with anticipation. "Well do it then! Show me who's boss."

You don't need telling twice. You press your monster member against her dark, eager pussy. Even though your head is easily as big as her fist it slides in without a second of hesitation. Abdullah gasps like she's suffocating as the furnace of her sex envelops your cock. A wave of pleasure like you never knew possible washes over your body, but the pressure that's fit to burst doesn't dissipate. Abdullah's legs kick impotently underneath you as she takes in inch after inch of your behemoth cock and all she can do is squeal and accept it. Before you're even fully inside you feel her pussy squeezing around you as her first orgasm hits her. Her mouth is hanging open as she's hit by a wave of pleasure not possible in natural life and she vocalizes it with begging shrieks of your name.

Your eyes glaze over as you bottom out, painfully swollen balls coming to rest against her clit. All Abdullah can do in response is drool through clenched teeth. Any indications of her previous control are gone completely as she lays full of more cock than any woman could humanly take without magical intervention. But while she's experiencing all of this, your body still screams for release. You start to slowly grind your cock around her insides, feeling her grip at you desperately. You start to pump it slowly and Abdullah starts climaxing again. Her hoarse screams are given without any concern for people hearing her, assuming she even knows where she is right now. For the sake of safety, you stuff her panties into her mouth. Even muffled you can make out her begging for more.

Your balls slap wetly against her clit with each thrust as you work up to a good rhythm. If you had known that this kind of pleasure was possible, you'd have made this deal sooner. What's important now is that for the first time you can feel an orgasm approaching that promises not to stop short of the goal. You feel like your body is preparing not only to pump probable gallons of cum into your begging cocksleeve, but that a wave of energy from deep in your core is going to come out with it. You're racing toward something that you've never experienced before, swimming into the current pulling you to waters unknown.

The dam breaks with all of the relief of a mortal weight being lifted from your body. With a final painful thrust, you bottom out into Abdullah and your vision goes completely white as the first jet of burning cum shoots out of you. You don't know if you're screaming or silent. You can't even tell if you're alive or dead anymore. With each ecstatic pulse of your heavy balls, you feel another boiling wombful of demon cum come pouring out of you. With each blast, you feel the weight of a world emptying off of you. You drain every moment of built-up anticipation out of your body with agonizingly blissful pumps. You feel Abdullah's womb already overflowing with your cum but the torrent doesn't stop. You pump and pump and pump, burst after burst after burst. If this is hell, you can't even imagine heaven.

Your sprays get weaker, slowly fading down to nothing. With one final heaving thrust, you empty the last of your overwhelming load into the formerly dominant cocksleeve beneath you. Your cock seals her pussy up airtight, not letting any of your ocean of cum leak out. Her stomach bulges freakishly, distended and fat with seed. She can no longer speak or scream, all of her words have been replaced with shuddering whimpers and the moans of new countless crashing orgasms.

You feel relief like you've never felt before. Like your previously painful body is immersed completely in warm bliss. You realize that you've drooled on yourself during your orgasm. You feel light, you feel purpose like you've never felt. You feel...

like you're going to pass out.

Your vision fades into murky blackness and you're back in the inky void of before your new life, the fire softly dances around you.

"Do you find your new form to your liking?"

You can't agree enough, you want to throw yourself at the feet of the voice. You only pray that it isn't a dream.

"You have done well... you have given me a first heir... With its birth, I will have no further need for the one you have bred... She is... yours. Do with her... as you please."

You see Abdullah appearing before you in the void, her body shows no signs of the demonic fuck that she's just been on the receiving end of. She looks at you with warmth and trust.

"If you wish her a mindless ****... merely say so... if you wish she keeps her mind... that too can be arranged... either way... she is yours forever..."

You look at Abdullah, she smiles at you in blissful ignorance. If you want, her mind will go back to the way it was, minus craving your demon cock constantly for the rest of her life. Although, if you wanted, you could also turn her into nothing but a begging cock slut for you. It's your choice.