Lora finally got her wish for a fight, although Journey wasn’t aware of it. Instead she had her tongue licking from the bowl of semen that was Melie’s mouth. Rise no longer had need of his bounds, instead his manly bulk overshadowed them proudly. A smile etched his stony face as he clutched onto the back of Dithy’s hair. Dithy gagged on his growing manhood, and swallowed his load until her stomach was filled. Bubbles leaked from her nose as she tried to breath in between thrusts.
Journey had lived off a diet of semen and milk for the past several days, and her altered body was yearning for additional nourishment. Not just for herself, but for the little bun inside her. Journey’s arms were growing weaker by the day, and her focus continued to fade with lack of energy. The voice in the back of her mind dulled to a whisper, it still nagged against her degenerate perception, but failed to take root.
The morning sickness came and went, and it wasn’t long before Melie started showing symptoms. The only one of them that had yet to enjoy the bliss of conception was their obscene overlord. Dithy’s caramel skin was coated in sweat, and her dark hair clung to the back of her neck. She had been hogging Rise to herself all morning, desperate to fertilize her womb, and now hungry for protein.
Theres a life inside me! The idea brought a mixture of emotions. Dread, excitement, longing, disbelief. All of them swirled into an amalgamation of confused feelings. Journey’s breasts were already sore, her body eager and ready to nurse her child. Yet despite her delicate condition, Journey still felt sexually charged…even more so in fact. Hormonal imbalance was taking its toll.
With one hand between her legs, rubbing her sensitive folds, Journey continued to lick the slimy left overs of spent seed over Melie’s face. The poor thing had just entertained the entire engineering crew, and they devoured her like animals. Yet, Melie seemed to enjoy every second of it. A never ending glob of white cream poured from her nether regions, and her stomach bloated from bucket fulls of spent seed.
Journey’s ravished mind peered over at Dithy’s fragile form. Her gagging reflex had grown into a sloppy wet slur as she swallowed Rise’s cock. Her breasts were hanging in mid-air, swinging with each impact like Rise’s balls against her chin. In her more lucid moments, Journey would’ve been appalled by the sight. Deep down, there was a disgust for herself, yet it was easy to ignore.
The lights overhead were flickering, causing a fluctuation in the rising steam. Engine distortions echoed in between the sounds of sharp clangs. Gunshots could be heard, even down here in the confines of the engineering compartment. Grunts and screaming followed in distorted after bursts.
Whatever was happening above them, Journey could sparsely afford to care. Her loins ached something fierce, and her nipples demanded someone’s attention. Even when the lights finally faded to be replaced by emergency lumens, the four of them continued to bask in each others warmth. Rise nursed from their shared milk, and in return they gorged upon his endless supply of baby batter.
At some point, Dithy had achieved the sanity required to fashion a collection of trinkets for them all to wear. Using her skill, she engineered a vibrating cock ring for each of them. Journey was surprised to find the silver jewelry slipped over the tip of her appendage with relative ease, and slid down to the base to her folds as if perfectly measured. Dithy’s own ring was a few sizes larger to fit her swollen girth.
Once the three of them had on their jewelry, Rise had been given a ring for his finger. Upon twisting it, all three of their womanly sprouts jerked from the vibrating cock rings. Whenever he felt a need to sate his hunger, or relieve his balls, he needn’t say a word. Instead he merely had to send them a message via his golden ring.
Journey’s heart skipped a beat, seeing the joy on Rise’s handsome face. She was eager to please, she was eager to serve. The only question lingering in the back of her mind was who’s child she carried in her womb. She hoped it was his, but wondered if the child would inherit Dithy’s slender features and bold aspirations, or Melie’s subservient attitude and adorable eyes.
Either way, Journey would cherish it…she already did.
It wasn’t long before the echoes of violence faded, and even the emergency lights dwindled. The engines began to grow cold, and the ship’s hull groaned from some new form of gravitational pressure. The artificial gravity shifted beneath them, growing a bit stronger.
Recognition dawned on Journey that the Star of Argon must’ve docked onto another station, or a much larger vessel. Her previous experience of void travel leaked through her poisoned psyche, and she wondered if they had finally reached Sinmore.
“I think the reactor is offline?” After days of doing her absolute best to live up to Rise’s expectations, Dithy’s voice was a strained mess. She looked up toward the ceiling with hesitant curiosity. “That’s not supposed to happen. Shit, how long have we been down here?”
The question had been asked before, yet it was left unanswered. None of them had kept track, and Journey couldn’t remember the last time engineer’s came to enjoy Melie’s company. This time, the eerie quiet of their surroundings could not be ignored. Fear sparked a sharp lucidity through each of their minds, forcing them to ponder their shared circumstances.
“Wash yourselves off,” Rise picked up a box of moist towellets and threw it to them, as if that would do any good. “And put on your uniforms. It’s time we find out what’s going on.”
“But we’ll get in trouble!” Journey voiced her fear’s with a quivering tone. They had all been hiding here for a reason, and for some time. She wasn’t eager to face the eventual ire of the captain.
Rise rubbed the back of his neck, considering their options. “If anyone is in trouble it’s me, I am an officer after all.” Rise tried to search for his coat, but could only find a vest and pair of trousers.
“I don’t want to wear my uniform, its too tight.” Melie slowly stood up on her own. Her massive breasts had grown soft, and buoyant as milk production increased.
“I think,” Rise scratched at the beard growing on his chin while thinking to himself. He continued, “I don’t want to share you, or your nakedness, with anyone. So please put something on.”
“Oh,” Dithy’s expression was one of shock and confusion while she held up a modified comfort liaison uniform in the air. She had converted it so that their breasts would hang free, and their cocks would be fully exposed. She looked at the uniform, and then back at her man with shame. “I’ll make some quick adjustments sweetie.”
“Hurry, I’m not sure we want to sit still for much longer.” As if fate agreed with him, the sounds of muffled boot steps could be heard from somewhere nearby.
