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Initializing Final Stage Protocols…

Unpacking Data Packets…

WARNING: NEW KERNEL DETECTED!

Introspecting…

Credentials Accepted. Override Engaged.

Allocating Resources…

WARNING: PRIORITY CONFLICT DETECTED!

Admin Arbitration Requested…

Estimated Admin Response Time: [487] Days.

Commencing System Stopgap Protocols…

Doctor Maeve Hughes exited her stasis pod in a fit of retching coughs and frozen toes into the warm welcoming embrace of a blanket which unseen hands proceeded to wrap around her shivering body.

“Easy, Doc. Easy. The Institute warned us that the thawing process would be rough.” A deep resonant voice told her, a steady hold keeping her upright. “Didn’t half undersell it though, did they? Take your time. That feeling of corpse lung will pass soon.”

“Whe—Where am I?” Words wheezed out through icy lips. Sounded mealy-mouthed.

“You’re safe and going to be okay.” The nice voice reassured her. Someone was rubbing her arms through the thick cloth of the blanket. “You’re on the Perseus III; a colony class starship. It will all come back to you once we get you warmed up and the shock wears off.”

A starship?

Maeve blinked the frost crystals off her eyelashes and tried to focus her watery vision on the blurry figure before her. He was tall, whoever he was, standing a full head higher than her and stocky of build.

Details slowly swam into view.

A broad but kindly face looking back down at her from under a heavy brow with concerned cerulean eyes. His jaw was strong, like a block of hewn marble, and his nose blunt. A short crop of hickory-brown hair was neatly combed into a classic side part atop his handsome head.

“Who? Who are…”

“I’m Tucker Evans; the senior systems administrator assigned to the Perseus III, and we are in desperate need of your medical expertise, Doctor.”

Maeve shoveled down her third helping of reheated liquid nutrient paste—an enriched algae derivative grown in huge hydroponic vats on the fifth deck—lifting the plastic bowl to her hungry mouth, barely cognizant of Tucker sitting across the table from her and watching intently.

She was famished!

Over seven light years in stasis would leave any belly empty, No matter how much the Andromeda Institute expounded on the technical wonders of their human popsicle pods.

Her depleted body badly craved carbohydrates, proteins, essential minerals and enzymes to restore it to full functionality after so much time in the deep freeze. Maeve was busy giving it what it needed with near industrial levels of efficiency.

They sat, and she slurped, in the middle an empty mess hall built to accommodate over two hundred colonists and crew. One of many on the stadium-sized interstellar space vessel. All of them similarly empty and shrouded in silence, save for the humming of the environmental systems, as the human inhabitants slept dreamlessly in their stasis pods.

Precious cargo, safely stowed away for the duration of the interminable trip between the stars.

“Feel better, Doctor Hughes?” Tucker asked, then chortled when he caught the flash of embarrassment in her expression. “Don’t feel bad. I chomped my way through a half dozen bowls of that hot sludge before I felt human again. Couldn’t quite believe it once I was done.”

Maeve could believe it. Tucker Evans was a mountain of a man. A prime cut of A-grade beef squeezed into a utilitarian orange jumpsuit with the ship’s insignia stitched onto the straining chest and bulging shoulders.

Whenever he moved, she could see the play of his strapping muscles through the durable synth-fabric of the uniform. Several of the topmost clasps on the front had been left open, unable to be buckled over the meaty slab of his ripped torso.

She suddenly felt very small and fragile, with only a woolen blanket and her razor-thin hibernation suit for protection from the hulking crewmate; a man who was single-handedly crowding the other side of the six person table.

That was until she looked into his sparkling sky blue eyes and read only keen intelligence there, tinted with a hint of concern. That, and his conscientiously clean cut hair, shaved cheeks and cultured British accent belied her first impressions of a muscle-bound meathead, opting instead for more of an exercise obsessed computer nerd pastiche.

An exceptionally rare breed indeed, but only the exceptional had been chosen to facilitate this once-in-a-lifetime mission. To shepherd a seed of humanity to their new home in the mysterious reaches of outer space. To make landfall and colonize New Eden—an admittedly flashy but unoriginal name for a planet—only the best and brightest had been selected.

Herself included…

“Forgive my poor table manners, Tucker.” She pleaded, lowering the empty bowl to the white plasti-steel tabletop and dabbing daintily at the corners of her mouth with a paper napkin he had considerately laid out for her. “No amount of reading medical accounts of post-stasis rehabilitation could have prepared me for actually experiencing it for myself.”

“You’re preaching to the choir, Doctor…”

“Maeve, please. There’s no need to stand on formality given the present circumstances.” She said, waving at the sea of identical tables and empty seats surrounding them. “Call me Maeve, then explain to me why you have thawed me ahead of arrival. Is there a medical emergency that requires my attention? Why are you even awake?”

The Perseus III was a state-of-the-art colonial seed ship. A one-of-a-kind vessel on the cutting edge of technology, outfitted with the latest, greatest semi-sentient caretaker AI to autopilot the ship, maintain its multitudinous systems, and watch over the itinerant pilgrims asleep in the hold.

That included the crew too. Every single member literally put on ice for decades of Earth’s years, scheduled to awaken on the final orbital approach of their interstellar destination. Unless a critical incident precipitated the need for a human crew member’s particular expertise, they were all supposed to be safely suspended in stasis.

So why had a senior systems administrator—a highly qualified IT tech-head—defrosted the future colony’s chief physician for help with a problem he had, presumably, been specifically awakened to deal with?

“No immediate medical emergency, no. More of a concern. But I can already see the gears spinning in your brain, Doctor. Please give me a moment to explain,” Tucker broke eye contact and fiddled nervously with the edge of the table. In the manner of a shy schoolboy before a stern teacher. “I was released from stasis to troubleshoot a logical conflict in mission protocols that Perseus—that’s the ship’s AI—couldn’t resolve by itself. I’m kind of a glorified IT administrator for one of the most advanced quantum computers in existence.

“There were some unexpected hiccups in the base code of the operating system… That’s neither here nor there for someone of your expertise, but we were working on it when we started to notice changes. Ummm… like physical changes to ourselves, and in the regular biometric scans of those still held in stasis.”

That piqued Maeve’s curiosity and she gave the physically imposing young man’s towering body a critical once over before meeting his worried stare again.

“You keep using the plural pronoun to refer to yourself and others. Tucker… who else is awake aboard this ship right now?”

Letting out a weary sigh, Tucker’s gigantic shoulders slumping as the other shoe finally dropped.

“Probably best if I show you. It will be easier to explain once you have seen the situation for yourself.”

Doctor Maeve Hughes had earned her angel wings on the rough streets of Kolkata—formerly Calcutta, India—patching up the underprivileged and impoverished masses from a mobile street clinic that was little more than a rusty Suzuki minivan running on non-existent funding and well wishes.

The back of it had been stuffed full of clean gauze bandages, liters of blood orange antiseptic, terribly sparse UN first aid kits, and any medical supplies she could beg from the charity clinics she regularly frequented with sick patients in tow.

Born from the happy wedlock of a talented Irish-American surgeon and a gracious Bengali trauma nurse, she always felt destined for greatness, no matter what humble form took. Maeve had attended John Hopkins school of Medicine and graduated with honors, only to disappoint her overbearing father and delight her soft-hearted mother by announcing her intentions to spend her formative professional years serving in the Doctors without Borders program.

Maeve had been triage personified on those dusty streets. Cleaning and dressing wounds. Treating and wrapping burns. Setting and splinting broken limbs like an old frontier sawbones.

That was where the Andromeda Institute of Space Exploration and Xeno-Expansion approached her with the offer to practice her healing arts on the final frontier. To play the part of doctor in the founding of an entirely new world and nurse the first off-world human colony through its infancy.

The unique proposal promised rewarding opportunities, challenges and experiences that she could never hope to encounter on Earth’s well-trodden surface.

How could Maeve refuse?

Except now she was following Tucker’s impressive frame, striding down the empty corridors of the ship, she was haunted by an instinctive sense of unease.

“You’re telling me that a software glitch in the Perseus AI is having a physical effect on the colonists?” She asked, half jogging to keep up and trying not to stare at the way his sculpted rump moved in the tight jumpsuit. It was entirely too entrancing. “How is that possible… and can you please slow down a little?”

“Sorry, Maeve but I’m trying to maintain a safe distance.” He shot back over his shoulder. “It’s turning out to be harder than I anticipated. I didn’t expect to find you so… distracting. Bear with me, we’re almost there.”

Distracting?

That wasn’t a word that Maeve would have used to describe her appearance. She was well aware that some men regarded her as pretty… she had inherited her mother’s rich inky hair, dark eyes, and slender figure which blended well with the fine Caucasoid features and porcelain pale skin of her father’s anglo lineage. But she had never turned more than a passing male head in the street.

Certainly not a beauty worthy of distraction. Especially not when wrapped shapelessly in a drab gray blanket with her hair all a tangled mess.

Tucker was also angling himself in a way that kept his back to her as they hurried through the ship. Even going so far as performing an odd sideways shuffle whenever they reached a turn. Was he actively trying to ignore her or simply more socially awkward than he had initially appeared?

“I think we’ve isolated the problem to the mission priority values, they’re completely out of whack and messing with Perseus’s decision making processes.” He muttered, speaking more to himself rather than Maeve.

“I’m going to need more context, Tucker… and maybe some eye contact when communicating with me.” She said levelly, running forward to grab one of his burly forearms.

She had only intended to guide him around to face her but she might as well have tried to steer a charging bull.

“No, NO! That will just make things worse. It’s bad enough that I can smell you!” He snapped, tearing his arm violently away before taking a deep breath to calm himself. “Forgive my brusqueness, Doctor. What I was trying to explain is that Perseus is a top-of-the-line intuitive artificial intelligence; with the capability of interpreting data and monitoring environs to independently respond to possible issues without the need for human oversight or permissions.

“As a Caretaker AI, Perseus has complete access and control of all the ship’s systems. From astro-navigation down to sanitation and everything in between. It was designed to watch over us as we all slept, keeping us safe and the ship on an even keel. Perseus brought me out of stasis eleven days ago to assist in resolving a priority conflict, and that’s when I began to notice things were not as they should be.”

Tucker was moving again, big muscles bunched in obvious tension as he approached a large pair of reinforced double doors with the name “Engineering Bay” embossed into the top of the steel frame.

“With the ship’s AI? That still doesn’t explain the physical changes you alluded to, or what help I, as a medical professional, can offer with what sounds like a purely technological issue.” Maeve fidgeted nervously with the ends of her dark hair.

That was strange, she never fidgeted! Doctor Maeve Hughes snapped joints back into place and faced down Hindi street toughs without blinking. She chewed nails for breakfast and spat iron filings in the face of her detractors.

…But something about the senior technician’s bulky stature and elusive behavior had her on edge. As though there was a scent in the air that she couldn’t quite place.

Something slightly sour and musky, with a hint of earthy aniseed that the oxygen scrubbers didn’t filter out.

“That’s what I wanted to show you.” Tucker groaned, reaching down to press his palm to the hand scanner. It was the size of a catcher’s mitt. With an affirmative blip, the doors slid smoothly apart with a soft hiss. “I apologize in advance for what you are about to witness, but please understand that certain elements are completely out of our control.”

The engineering bay was a vast cavernous chamber set far in the rear of the Perseus III to better facilitate the tremendous pipeline of power required to fuel four massive fusion engines that propelled the space faring vessel at near-light speeds through the endless void.

Two mighty plasma-burning reactors, coiled in liquid coolant conduits and ringed with ferrometal electro-magnets, reached from floor to ceiling. Soaring thirty feet high with raised gantries encircling their broad circumference at multiple levels.

The ground floor was an ergonomically arranged layout of work stations, blinking digital consoles and holographic displays. All positioned for the premium usage of the limited square footage, as strictly assigned as spare room in a submarine.

Turning from one of these stations was a woman like Maeve had never seen before in her life.

“Tucker, Baby! You’re back, and you brought help!”

Skipping toward them was a bouncetacular woman of impractical proportions. Everything about her was supremely exaggerated; from her overabundant tits and voluminous strawberry blonde hair, to the scanty neon pink outfit that clung to her extreme curves and concealed next to nothing.

She jiggled in key places as she ran. The sort of energetic rippling of hugely swollen flesh that would continue for some time after she stopped, yet her belly was flat, waist trim, and her limbs toned with sleek muscle. Her hair was up in a high ponytail, thicker than Maeve’s wrist at the base, before flowing apart to cascade down her back and shoulders like honey-colored water sprayed from a decorative fountain.

Her eyes were large pools of acid blue, buttressed by lavishly long lashes. Her nose was pert, and her cheekbones sharp enough to cut diamond. She would have had the camera-worthy looks of a cover-girl if it weren’t for those lips, twin collagen-filled pillows that formed a natural ruby pout that screamed playboy centerfold instead.

“Charlotte, meet Doctor Maeve Hughes.” Tucker’s posture was still hunched over and tense. Bent in on himself as though he had a stomach ache. “If she can’t get to the bottom of what’s happening to everyone,.. I don’t… I don’t know what else we can do.”

“Oh, hi Doc! Sorry about being out of uniform.” Charlotte gestured at herself. “I don’t fit any of my old clothes and this was the best that the ship’s fabricator would produce in my new sizes.”

She was wearing what looked like a tiny one piece swimsuit made of bright pink rubber or latex.

Was it some kind of fetishwear?

The neckline plunged all the way down to her navel, only leaving two neon straps of the shiny material stretched tight over her monumental breasts to connect with a halter band around her throat. They barely covered the young crewmate’s nipples, which poked hard and stiff through the synthetic fabric.

The lower portion ran high over her wide muscular hips, and the back end must have been buried deep between her full ass cheeks, leaving her thick thighs exposed down to the knee-high wedge-heeled boots encasing her shapely calves and small feet.

They were pink too, unsurprisingly. As were the matching elbow gloves that were painted onto her forearms and fingers.

She honestly looked like a pornographic parody of some over-feminized superheroine, dressed up for some kinky bedtime roleplay.

“Umm, no. It’s fine. I… ah… The ship’s fabricators?” Maeve had a bad case of cotton mouth all of a sudden. Her head a jumble of confusion as she tried to take in so many shocking hits to the senses at once. This wasn’t like her at all. “Are you a crew member?”

“Chief Engineer. Like; engines, machines and stuff. Oh, Tucker Baby, that looks so painful! Let me take care of that for you…”

Without waiting for permission, Charlotte squatted on her thick haunches and began to paw at the front of the hulking System Administrator’s jumpsuit. Tugging fitfully at the clasps and sliding her gloved hands into his taut waistband.

With his back to her, Maeve couldn’t see what the buxom blonde bombshell was trying to get at. But if Tucker was in actual pain shouldn’t she; the Perseus’s head medical officer be the one to take care of the handsome young hunk?

“No… stop, Charlotte… wait.” He groaned, brushing her questing hands away. “I haven’t told the Doctor everything yet. She won’t understand… doesn’t have the whole picture—”

“But you neeeed~ it, Baby, and I want to do it for you!” Charlotte whined, lunging forward in a lusty counterattack against Tucker’s overwrought uniform. “She’s smart, right? Like, Doctor levels of smart. She’ll catch on quick enough. She can even join in if she wants. Wouldn’t that be totally hot? Two sexy crewmates on their knees, licking and sucking…”

Maeve was smart. Smart enough to maintain her distance as she edged around to get a better view on the prurient proceedings, keeping an engineering terminal between her and the grappling couple. Her hands flew up to smother a gasp on her lips when she finally saw what was the trouble.

“Oh my gawd!”

Tucker was erect.

Not standing tall or straight-backed, no. His shoulders were still hunched as his struggles against the insistent sexpot kneeling at his feet weakened by the second. His… member was erect. His manhood. His cock. It throbbed and pushed against the durable fabric of his trouser leg as though he were trying to smuggle a sizable salami down his pants.

The girthy meaty mass thickened and pressed downwards, almost reaching his knee, like a third ambulatory limb sprouting from his groin. Maeve’s stomach rumbled and her mouth flooded with saliva as Charlotte finally wrestled it free with obvious effort and the rending of durable orange cloth.

There was no bend or give to the monstrous phallus.

It simply tore its way free of the overtaxed jumpsuit to uppercut the strawberry blonde under the chin and knock her pretty head back a few inches. She recovered quickly, like a heavyweight boxing champ, and seized upon the veiny shaft with both hands. Pumping and jacking its lurid length towards her exquisite face while staring fixedly up at Tucker with her pale acid blue eyes and chewing on her plump lower lip.

“Dammit, Charlotte! I’m trying not to scare her away.” He growled, seizing the base of the gorgeous engineer’s lush ponytail in a ham-sized fist and dragging her down to kiss his engorged tip. There was already pearly precum beading there which she suctioned up in earnest. “Sorry about this, Maeve. I wanted to ease you into the situation, but you were going to face the relevant facts eventually. Perseus, please display my crew member profile and that of Chief Engineer Charlotte Dean!”

That last command was politely shouted into the empty air around them. Presumably at the ship itself. A holographic projection blurred into existence with an occasional glitch of photonic pixels as it presented a split-screen view of two complete strangers.

One was a spindly young man, peering out from behind heavy black-rimmed spectacles with his hickory-colored hair combed into a neat side part. The other was a mildly butch looking older woman with her arms crossed over her small, no-nonsense chest—glaring at the camera as though it had murdered her puppy dog—sporting a head of short ginger curls and a pinched scowl.

Their names were prominent at the top of the display window; Senior Systems Administrator Tucker Evans, and Chief Engineer Charlotte Dean.

“These people are… were… you?” Maeve gasped in disbelief, watching keenly and grinding her silky thighs together as Charlotte instantly inhaled the bulbous crown of Tucker’s gigantic cock. “That shouldn’t be possible.”

“You’re telling me.” He replied, slowly thrusting his mighty manhood between the shapely blonde’s ruby lips. “We’ve been working on the issue for days now and it’s only gotten worse. Perseus III is out of control and it all comes back to the mission priority values. Something… someone has changed them at a root command level.”

“But… but…” Maeve dithered as her mind raced.

The whole situation was completely insane.

She was standing in the Engineering Bay of an interstellar colony vessel flying through the dark reaches of space, watching the massively hung mega-hunk get his cock gobbled up by a hyper-sexy, super-busty version of the chief engineer. Both of them drastically different in appearance from the images of their crew profiles, hanging the air behind them.

And somehow the ship; The Perseus III, or at least its resident AI, was the source of all the perverse madness? How was she supposed to help? Especially with that big delicious dick stealing her attention every time it bulged out the slobbering bimbo’s ecstatically moaning throat.

Maeve had to focus.

Focus on the medical side of the problem. Not on the fantastic way Tuckers glutes flexed as he sensationally fucked his lusty crewmate’s beautiful face. Chip away at the angles, observe subjects and review the data until she could come to an accurate prognosis.

“Jeezus, Charlotte. You’ve turned into such a smoking hot cocksucker.” He groaned, getting a pleased hum in reply from the voluptuous vixen lodged face-first on his turgid tumescence. “It’s been so difficult not to just throw you over a work station and fuck you into next week. Can’t fuck though. Might not stop. Need to concentrate on fixing the problem.”

“Mmhmm~!”

Observe the subjects, Maeve could do that.

Simply stand there and watch how Charlotte rubbed quick little circles around her clitty through the rubbery crotch of her skimpy bodysuit. Take mental notes on the way Tucker used her high, glossy ponytail as a handle to steer her full, suckling lips up and down his unyielding rigidity. Memorize the hot breathy moans she huffed out around his gagging girth as she shuddered and quaked in evident arousal.

For science, of course…

“From that to this, in only eleven days.” Tucker grumbled. He was talking to Maeve again, even as he pumped his broad hips into the writhing engineer’s stunning face. His sky blue wide in a desperate plea. “Keep getting bigger. Harder. All the time.. Don’t know if it’s the pods… or the food. Maybe something in the air... water supply. Need your help… Doctor.”

He growled out the words. Blunt abbreviated sentences. His previously posh eloquence curtailed by the urgent need to cum. To unleash his manly seed into the hungry belly of the slavering sexkitten brilliantly worshiping his corpulent cock.

“Eleven days.” Maeve repeated distractedly, utterly fixated on Charlotte.

Fixated on the heavy sway of her gigantic tits. On the way she balanced perfectly on those precariously high heeled boots. Squatting in an enticing pose—thick thighs parted, peachy ass thrust back, spine arching in a sinuous curve—as she gazed up at her man and begged him to cum with those dazzling acid blue eyes.

Begged him to fill her, with her muffled moans and diddling fingers, clearly shaking with her own lightning quick climaxes as she continued to greedily suck.

“You need to cum.” Maeve said. A statement of fact, more than educated observation. She had meant to say he needed to stop. “You need to cum in that sexy slut’s mouth and end this… situation.”

He was still staring at her, mechanically jerking Charlotte’s slobbering skull along his length, as his burning blue eyes searched her expression. Without really thinking about it, Maeve let the drab woolen blanket drop from shoulders.

The nano-weave hibernation suits the colonists wore in stasis was nothing more than a sheer body sleeve. Form fitting and charcoal gray, porous and thin to the point of near translucence. It hugged Maeve’s lean figure like a silk stocking.

She was in good shape and knew it. Everyone aboard had to pass a rigorous fitness exam before acceptance to the colonization program, but Maeve had always maintained a trim athletic physique regardless, through healthy nutrition, self-defense classes, disciplined cardio, and regular belly dancing lessons.

Her interracial blend of genetics had resulted in a long-limbed frame, leggy and toned, with a tight round behind and modest upturned tits capped in small cappuccino nipples which were achingly stiff at the moment.

“Fuck… just look at you.” Tucker breathed out in awe. Pumping harder between Charlotte’s fat drooling lips. Really putting his back into fucking her moaning mouth as he devoured Maeve with his ravenous gaze. “You’re too fucking gorgeous. This might have been a mistake… Fuck… gonna dump a gallon of jizz down your tight fucking throat, Charlotte! FuckFuckFuckFuck~!”

”Mmmmhmmm!”

The overinflated chief engineer gurgled excitedly around his muzzling manmeat, acid blue eyes sparkling with eager anticipation. Fingers blurring over the outline of her engorged camel-toe, plentiful pussy juices adding an extra wet sheen to the shiny pink material covering her gushing girlhood.

The sexual funk pouring off the riotously rutting couple was powerfully pungent. Steamy sex and salty sweat, a potent mingling of streaming bodily fluids with an earthy tang of aniseed at the far edge of olfactory perception.

It rooted Maeve in place, nostrils flaring and drinking in the heady aroma while her streetwise instincts screamed at her to flee.

“Cum… pump your hot seed down that hungry whore’s throat.” She whispered, words slipping unbidden past her dry gasping lips. Her own lithe body alight with unrealized arousal. Unwelcome heat pooled in her nethers, making her untouched pussy moist. “Show me. Give her what she craves and fill her flat tummy full of your sticky load.”

Tucker’s expression was almost panicked as he stared wide-eyed back at her. Perspiration beaded his heavy brow and the neat part in his hair was all askew.

But beneath it all a battle raged. Maeve could see it in the angry veins throbbing at his temples and the crimson staining his rugged cheeks. By the way he used and owned Charlotte’s moaning mouth, plundering it like a ravaging marauder with his unstoppable meaty momentum.

There was a true beast buried in the brawny young man’s spirit, fighting to be unleashed. And some detached part of Maeve’s clinical mind wanted to know what it would look like up close and in person.

”CUUUUMMIIIING!” He roared, handsome head flung back as his monstrous cock visibly pulsed like a firehose expanding under a hydraulic burden of pressure. “FUCK!”

“Mmmnph!”

Charlotte’s eyes rolled and her flushed cheeks ballooned as she heroically tried to swallow his stupendous outpouring of semen. Tucker’s grip on her ponytail held fast, dragging her puffy ruby lips to his rocky base and distending her narrow neck with his width, as he jettisoned an ungodly amount of spunk directly into her stomach.

Her bodacious body shook like a leaf in a gale. Her dainty hands whipping up to latch onto his muscular thighs for support, as two lines of gooey white erupted from her nostrils to drip down over her fat upper lip. Nectar leaked from her spread thighs to puddle on the steel floor between her boot heels. The proof of her pleasure glistening in the glaring overhead lights.

Retching and coughing when Tucker finally released her, Charlotte eventually dislodged herself from his still fountaining prick. Wrangling his enormous lurching shaft with both manicured hands towards her gorgeous heart shaped face, prominent tits, and curvy body until she was drenched in dense ropes of his copious cum.

“Gluuurp~! Thank you, Tucker Baby…” She burbled through lips thickly caked and glossed with his gloopy seed. “Are you sure you don’t want to fuck my naughty pussy? You’re still incredibly hard, and I feel terribly fertile right now…. Wanna go halves in making a baby?”

As though a spell had been broken, Doctor Maeve Hughes snapped back to reality with a rude shock.

What the hell had she just been doing?!

Turning on her bare feet, she ran for the big double doors that would lead her away from this insanity and back into the silent corridors of the sleeping ship.

There was a fully stocked sick bay two decks above. If she could get there and seal herself in, Maeve might be able to get a better handle on the situation.

Maybe.

Visions of Tucker’s immense manhood, wet and lubricious with Charlotte’s saliva loomed big in her analytical mind. The sounds of joyful giggles and happy slurping behind her retreating back only reinforced the pornographic image branded into her brain.

“We… we can’t. Gotta get back to work. Here, you suck it again while I try to figure out the problem with the code.”

“Should I use my tits this time, Tucker Baby? They’re so full and soft. I want to feel your giant cock sliding between them as I guzzle your creamy jizz.”

“Sure. Fine. Just be quiet about it. I need to focus, and I can’t do that with your constant caterwauling.”

Maeve didn’t end up quarantining herself in the sick bay.

Instead she had retrieved her medical officers uniform—a smart green pantsuit with the ship’s insignia embroidered onto the breast—and a crisp white lab coat from her storage locker, along with a sensible pair of round-toed flats to protect her chilly feet.

She had to look every part the professional she was.

That was for the best. Tucker had been very polite, sincerely apologetic once he and Charlotte had regained control of themselves. Together they had all come to a workable arrangement over the ship’s internal comms.

She would stay where on her deck of the ship and they would stay on theirs. Nice and amicable. Free from enthusiastic face fuckings and giant delicious dicks. They could work from the safety of self-imposed isolation and share their findings remotely.

The medical facilities were done out in a sterile white. White walls, white polymer desks, white sheets on the empty hospital beds and stacked atop the surgical trolleys surrounding Maeve as Tucker communicated with her through a digital display.

His attractive face and broad shoulders dominated the view screen, blotting out the background.

“...Mission priority values were updated while in transit. Looks like a hidden subroutine was buried in the code and it triggered a conflict when it activated a system override. Had to come with top level clearance too…”

Maeve had been nodding along attentively, listening to his constant litany of techno-babble until it made her head spin. Tucker had a delightfully deep and soothing voice but he might as well be speaking Swahili for how little she understood what he was saying.

It sounded like he was getting hung up on the cause of the problem and—from a medical standpoint—she was more interested in the symptoms.

“But what does that all boil down to, Tucker?” She said, giving him a smile. When she smiled, he tended to smile back and he had a lovely smile. Lots of straight white teeth. “Jump to the end result and give me the cliff notes.”

“It’s the mission priorities; they’re essentially a checklist of the Perseus’s orders. The values are a numeric representation of which take the most precedence and have the most resources allocated to them. As Perseus is an intuitive, decision making AI the orders can be fairly… conceptual.” He replied, smiling back a bit nervously. “Maintain a safe travel vector towards New Eden is one example. It has an assigned value of seventeen out of twenty. Safeguarding the health and welfare of the passengers and crew is another. That has a value of nineteen out of twenty…”

Maeve nodded again. That sounded very important. Then began to idly wonder where the busty chief engineer was and why she wasn’t contributing to the conversation.

“This is the one giving us trouble; Maximize the possibility of successful colonization and propagation of human life on New Eden. The values there are completely broken. Nine hundred and sixty one out of twenty.” Tucker finished. His face was growing flushed and the vein at his temple was beginning to throb again, as he shot furtive glances down his at hunky body. “I think you can understand the problem, Doc.”

She could see the problem. Hear something too. Like a distant slurpy, gurgly noise filtering gently through the terminal speakers. Perhaps from something just off screen in the engineering bay?

“The given objective is too vague, wide open to interpretation and the value is way too high?” She hazarded a guess, twirling a lock of midnight hair as she spoke her thoughts out loud. “So Perseus’s priorities are way out of balance and the AI is making mission critical decisions based upon the broken values?”

His sky blue eyes locked onto her twiddling hand and the wet gloopy sounds grew louder. Tucker’s left shoulder was shifting rhythmically as though performing a repetitive task below the bottom of the screen.

“Right. That’s right. Just like that.” He muttered in a rushed reply and Maeve beamed at his praise of her understanding. The addition of soft thumps joined the other sounds coming across the comms. “Good girl—I mean, good work Doctor. I’ll send you the biometric data from the stasis chambers. Will you be a good little Doctor and look over that for me? Thanks, gotta go.”

“Okay. Bye Tucker!” She flirtatiously wiggled her fingers at the display but it had already disconnected.

Maeve sighed in disappointment and spun in her chair to take in the lonely silence of the sick bay. At least those two had each other for company as they poured over all that boring programming stuff. She was stuck up here all alone and had all the time in the galaxy to dwell on her isolation.

Well… She was the ship’s head physician. A rank that came with certain privileges, responsibilities, and system credentials. Credentials that could grant access to many different places on the ships, both in person and by remote.

For instance, Maeve knew she had access to the internal cameras and environmental monitoring systems in the event of a medical emergency. Gas leaks, toxic contamination, atmospheric decompressions and the like.

A few rapid keystrokes later, an overview of the engineering bay was on screen. Tucker had Charlotte flipped naked onto her back across a steel workbench. Her massive tits wobbled up at the ceiling, long bronzed legs kicked the air, and luxurious strawberry blonde hair brushing the floor as he bent her lovely face back over the edge so he could drive his tremendous cock straight down her extended throat.

Her approving hums and happy moans floated from the speakers, occasionally drowned out by his masculine grunts and growls.

“That’s a good girl. Such a good girl for taking my cock so I can think clearly again. I’ll just keep fucking your good cocksucking mouth until we both cum and then we’ll fix everything… save everyone.”

“Mmmhmmm~!”

Doctor Maeve Hughes was suddenly feeling very lonely in the sterile white sick bay.

Lonely and stiflingly warm.

She wasn’t stupid. Maeve knew from the first indecent encounter with her two transformed crewmates that they were laboring against powerful urges. Sexual urges which appeared to drown their lizard brains in a cocktail of intoxicating hormones which stirred the most primal instincts laying dormant in the brainstem and disengaged the rational restraints of the prefrontal cortex.

Instincts which they were physiologically trying to purge with energetic copulation. To fulfill the animal demands of the flesh through achieving the dopamine rich high of orgasmic climax.

A faint whiff of their shared salty musk tickled Maeve’s nose.

As though it still clung to her pale skin or seeped through the pixels on the screen. Her cappuccino nipples felt terribly tight inside her beige blouse, and her knees drifted apart under the desktop as liquid heat gathered in her aching loins.

Fingers slid sensuously south to flit against the crotch of her uniform pants. They were thankfully made of a pliable lightweight fabric and she hadn’t remembered to wear panties for some reason. A gentle push of her fingertips and moist spot immediately darkened the green cloth covering her well trimmed mound.

This was okay wasn’t it? Just a small personal release in private. Nothing on par with the lust driven madness playing out on screen before her.

“Fuck, Charlotte, FUCK! Almost there… almost there…” Tucker groaned, leaning far over the inhumanly curvaceous engineer and treating her giant spherical tits like handholds as he pistoned relentlessly into her constricting esophagus. “Just need to… just need…”

“Mmmrrglorp~!” Charlotte guttered wetly, her broad hips jerking off the worktop and humping the air. Sluicing droplets of her womanly nectar splattering down from between her thick fleshy thighs. “Ack.. Ack.. Ack!”

“What do you need, Honey?” Maeve whispered, propping her sweaty forehead against the crystal screen. Her fingers pressing hard against her sopping folds and her smoky eyes searched the scene. “Tell me what you need to feed that sexy bimbo slut with your hard fucking load…”

From the raised perspective on the camera, the engineering bay was a complete mess. The doctor’s searching gaze swept over complicated tools knocked from benches, strewn data-pads, and countless stacked bowls that had the ship’s primary source of sustainable sustenance, a mushy nutrient-rich paste, drying around the dirty edges.

…but Tucker’s sky blue eyes were focused upwards, locked onto the flickering holographic projection with a certain crew member’s profile pulled up on the nearly life size display.

The name listed at the top was Doctor Maeve Hughes, and beneath it was a photo of herself wrapped in an elegant emerald and silver laced sari taken at some charity gala in Kolkata. Her midnight hair was styled long and loose around her carefully made-up face. A hint of her toned abdomen peaked out above her belly dancer hips and the satiny stole draped from her slender shoulder only half-obscured the moderate swell of her firm breasts under the brightly colored silk.

He was staring at her while reaming another woman’s mouth with his incredible cock…

“Me? Do you… need me, Honey?” Maeve’s fingers swirled, painting sweet circles over her pink pearl. The fabric friction added a textured layer against her thrumming flesh, making her gasp and twitch uncontrollably. “It’s alright… Aah! You can cum for me. You can cum at… at the thought of me.“

She was practically nuzzling the display screen, stropping her nose and lips against the cool surface. On it, a muscle in Tucker’s heavy jaw visibly jumped as though he had heard her from two decks away.

“Here it comes, Charlotte, gonna fill that cum-hungry belly until you’re burping spunk bubbles!”

“Bluuurgh~!”

The gorgeous, gagging engineer thrashed in euphoric paroxysms, pink boot heels drumming the air as she squirted her girly juices in a shower of orgasmic delight at the crude announcement.

“Yes, Tucker, YES!” Maeve was folded double over her own hands as they dug as deep into her thrilling cunt as the god forsaken pants would allow. “Cum for me, Honey! Think about me and dump a horny load into that sexy bimbo slut!”

Whether he could hear her or not, Tucker eagerly complied.

His entire massive body flexed, the remains of the orange jumpsuit uniform shredding under the strain of so many jacked up muscles, a long tear split down the middle of his broad back exposing the masculine physique rippling beneath the sundered synth-cloth.

“FAAARK!!”

Tucker’s bestial howl echoed throughout the empty corridors of the ship as he sank mauling fingers into soft overabundant titflesh, hilted himself in Charlotte’s gaping maw, and erupted convulsively down her gulping, gargling throat.

“Tucker… Yaaasssss~!”

Maeve let out a high pitched squeal of her own, long raven hair flying in her face as she flailed her pretty head in a thigh clamping climax of her own. It blistered through her willowy body, attacking every nerve with searing bliss. Whiting out her vision and mind in a tumultuous firestorm of carnal fruition.

Then she was floating… adrift on a peaceful tide of lapping post-coital tremors and basking in the warm afterglow of dreamy satisfaction.

Blinking away the stars that had been birthed behind her tightly shut eyelids, Maeve thought she had truly gone blind for a moment before she realized she was simply staring blankly up at the featureless white ceiling of the sick bay.

“Oooh… Tucker Honey. You’re going to be Trouble with a capital T.” She sighed happily, sitting up straight and pulling tired fingers away from her pleasantly tingling pussy. “What am I supposed to do about you?”

Start wearing skirts for one thing. Keep him at arm’s length for another.

The man was like walking, talking catnip for Maeve and she had all the self-control of a yowling alleycat when it came to him. A welcome but crucially unhelpful distraction.

Looking down, she let out a quiet whimper as she watched him pull out of Charlotte’s mouth and blow a few final wads of his sticky semen onto the super-stacked nympho’s slender neck, enormous bare breasts and smooth stomach.

The latter had a gentle outward curve to it under the healthy coppery skin and soft abdominal definition. As though the full-figured chief engineer was mildly bloated after enjoying a particularly large meal.

Which in a very real sense, she was.

Still smiling though, like the fox who had found the keys to a dozen hen houses, Maeve couldn’t help to notice as the strawberry blonde bombshell slowly sat up and lifted one of her hefty tits to begin languidly tongue bathing it clean. She kept shooting half-lidded come-hither glances at Tucker too.

Batting long lashes and nibbling on a rubbery pink nipple with wicked intent in her acid blue eyes.

“Are you sure that was enough, Tucker Baby?” She asked with mock coyness. “I have a few other holes that are feeling terribly neglected—”

Maeve cut off the video feed with a derisive snort. Nobody would get any work done if the shameless strumpet kept acting that way. And if those two were going to spend their days fucking like bunnies on viagra, she would investigate the troublesome situation all by herself.

Ignoring the jealous pang gnawing at her gut, Maeve brought up the biometric readings of the colonists and crew currently held in the metabolic deep freeze of stasis. She frowned at the endlessly scrolling panels of biochemical data… with over two thousand colonists asleep aboard the Perseus III there was a proverbial mountain of it to sift through.

It would take a whole team of highly trained and vetted medical professionals to carve informational inroads into that jumbled mess…

Then Maeve’s scanning gaze caught on a few familiar names flickering across the screen and a wide grin spread itself across her delicate features.

Maybe she wouldn’t have to tackle the problem alone after all.