The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Are you sure this is okay, Doctor Hughes?” Grace asked, licking her spoon clean. “I’m not contaminating the sick bay by eating at my station or anything?”

What a dear girl she was, Maeve reflected as she handed the mousy brunette another bowl of brown nutrient paste. So conscientious and thoughtful in the performance of her duties.

Efficient too, both in the way she was motoring through the gloopy food substitute and the data packets Tucker was sending them.

“Not at all, Grace. It might be a different matter if we had any actual patients but I don’t see myself performing surgery any time soon.” Maeve waved a hand at the otherwise vacant white room in explanation.. “Your body’s reserves need replenishing after a long period in stasis and consider how empty your digestive tract must be after years of nothing but intravenous feeding. I can fetch you a different flavor if you prefer…”

The wall-mounted calorie dispenser had a variety of different settings to adjust the taste and seasoning of the brown sludge. Otherwise it was a tasteless porridge made from a genetically modified algae that was cultivated in vast qualities on the hydroponics deck.

Chemical additives were added to make it as sweet or savory as any palate desired. With a tap on the touchscreen interface it could be set to ‘Beef Wellington’ or ‘Creme Brulee’ or any number of other dishes spanning the width of earth’s culinary cultures.

How close the gastronomic results were to the actual dishes, Maeve couldn’t say. It always produced the same plastic soup bowl of brown gloop and she hadn’t touched another drop of it.

The doctor herself had been subsisting on freeze-dried emergency ration packs she had found in the cargo hold. There were crates and crates of the silver foil packages, vacuum sealed, and therefore unlikely to have been tampered with by the ship’s rogue AI.

“Nah, it’s fine. Not as good as Mom’s home cooking but food is just fuel, right?” Grace replied, clicking a few more keys as her jade green eyes remained locked on the glowing screen full of numbers and symbols. “If my doctor has no complaints, I say keep ’em coming. I can’t believe how hungry I am.”

It was nice to have company again. Real company instead of the vicarious sense of intimacy she got from watching Tucker fuck Charlotte’s enormous tanned titties and blow fat, beautiful loads all over her ecstatic heart-shaped face as Maeve fingered herself silly in her office.

Grace was an academic prodigy from Canada, had earned her masters in Biochemistry from the University of Toronto by age seventeen and gained a fellowship before her twentieth birthday. She was a short, slightly stocky brunette who hadn’t lost the bookish air of a student or gained the mature figure of a woman grown just yet.

She was good company and the perfect test subject both.

A stack of five bowls sat at the end of her work station, all but licked clean of their mud-colored contents as she started in on her sixth. Maeve had noticed Tucker and Charlotte consuming great quantities of the nutrient paste between frenzied bouts of face or titty fucking, and their increasingly short productive periods of work.

Only… Charlotte had stopped eating the dietary slop at some point. The one source of nourishment the gravid blonde spunk junkie now ingested spouted frequently from the end of Tucker’s magnificent cock.

Maeve could read an obvious hint in the numerous dirty dishes that littered the engineering bay floor. Recognise a connection between her frantically fornicating crewmates and the empty bowls stacked up in the corners like teetering towers of plastic.

…and what better way to turn a hypothesis into a theory than through the scientific method of replication? Reproducing the same result would add merit to her eventual prognosis.

Repeatability was critical to credibility, she knew.

“These readings are pretty interesting. Too early to draw any concrete conclusions but pituitary gland activity is definitely up across the board. Like, way up in every case so far and somatotropin production…”

Maeve let the shop talk fade into the background as she scrutinized the young scientist. She would wait for her full report later instead of indulging in early guesswork. She had chosen Grace as much for her underdeveloped frame as for her esteemed intellect.

Her hair color too.

That had seemed important for some reason. Tucker already had a blonde in Charlotte, and Maeve had hair the color of midnight, so he’d likely appreciate the pigment diversity of a friendly brunette.

Maeve had her eye on a redhead named Harper Kelly next, once Grace was properly settled into life aboard ship with a hugely hung stud like Tucker, fucking like a prize stallion only a few decks away...

Harper was a young Scottish botanist with a thin runner’s physique who would be helpful in investigating the vast seedling nurseries that generated supplemental oxygen, soaked up excess carbon dioxide, and grew the future crops which would support the new colony once it was founded.

...or something like that. She also had big amber eyes and an adorable rash of freckles across her cute button nose which Tucker would probably find irresistible.

For now Maeve was busy cataloging the changes already manifesting on her unwitting guinea pig.

Grace was clearly a studious sort, prone to getting lost in her work to the detriment of her situational awareness. Even as the distractible girl prattled on about testosterone, estrogen, and progesterone levels between spoonfuls of artificially flavored muck, her body was slowly changing.

It was an insidious, creeping change but noticeable if someone knew what to look for.

Grace remained in her sheer nano-weave hibernation suit at Maeve’s insistence, never questioning the head physician’s reasoning, but wore an open lab coat over it as a token nod to modesty and propriety.

Beneath the white coat, the early warning signs were beginning to appear. Gradual but significant.

Her quarter-sized nipples were pebbled and hard. The last vestiges of baby fat were melting away from her pooched belly by small degrees… or perhaps “creeping away” was a better term, as Grace’s barely-there bust and boyish hips swelled by almost imperceptible fractions.

All that gobbled food had to go somewhere and… was her hair growing? The poor girl kept trying to blow the walnut brown fringe of her bob cut out of her vision, even as the chub was oh-so-slowly sucked from her apple cheeks to relocate down into her incrementally plumping lips.

“—you said some guy called Tucker was sending us these readings. Where is he and what does he do? Can I meet him?”

Tucker!

That name snapped Maeve out of her state of clinical observation and returned her to the present. Grace was staring expectantly up at her, expression perplexed as the Doctor’s skin broke out in an immediate blush and she toyed with a loose strand of her long raven hair.

“I—I should probably check in with him.” Maeve recovered, pulling her treacherous hands down to her sides and taking a deep, calming breath. “He’s very busy and important… but I’ll let Tucker know you asked after him. I think he would appreciate the kind regards.”

“Sure, though I meant it more as a professional courtesy.” Grace said, discarding the soup spoon in favor of raising the bowl to her lips to drink deep of its sludgy brown contents. “I don’t play for the men’s side, if you catch my meaning, and Doc… I’ve noticed the way you’ve been staring at me.”

With a saucy wink, she tipped back her head and poured the soupy nutrient paste directly into her waiting mouth, swallowing thickly and lapping up stray globs with her moist lashing tongue.

The scene was so reminiscent of Charlotte cleaning up after Tucker that Maeve’s run was a little bow-legged as she fled back to the privacy of her office.

The ship’s fabrication units had taken a hard turn towards vulgarity.

Thank goodness!

The advanced molecular printers held terabytes of digital blueprints for clothing, tools, electronics and all manner of other useful items they could produce in a jiffy with the push of a few buttons.

Maeve had used the sick bay fabricator to summon her sexy new skirt into existence after the pants portion of her smart green suit had a curious hole worn into the crotch.

The tiny emerald micro skirt was made of some shiny elastic material and had been the most modest replacement option she could find in the suddenly sexified selection of women’s clothing available through the user-friendly interface. It stretched taut over her toned hips and ass, ending a bare inch below where her panties would be if Maeve had bothered to wear any.

The previous utilitarian range of practical women’s fashion had vanished as though deleted. Sensible skirts and sturdy footwear, weather resistant pants and jackets gone from the various drop-down menus and categories.

What appeared in their place belonged in a boudoir boutique that sidelined as a sex shop after business hours.

Dark leather and latex took the pole position amongst the myriad new options. Closely followed by frilly lace and wispy chiffon. Slinky mini dresses that wouldn’t look out of place in a strip club back on earth and enough scanty lingerie to outfit a dozen high end brothels.

Comfortable sneakers and durable steel caps were out. Glittery sky-high heels and big buckled fuck-me boots were in. Platform soles and studded straps dominated the screen.

Kinky costumes too. If Maeve wanted a new medical uniform, it would come in the form of a short-hemmed white plastic naughty nurse outfit with a chunky zipper that ran down the front and red crosses painted over the peaks of her breasts.

She had given it serious consideration.

But no, what really had her anglo-indian heart going pitter-patter was a brand new drop down menu that surely wasn’t there last she checked…

TOYS.

Nothing for the kiddies asleep in their pods. On the display was a ribbalt range of intimacy aids covering every need from solo play, to co-op, to massively multiplayer bedroom activities.

Cock swazzles, clitty blitzers, vibrating humdingers… the variety was boggling. Nipple clamps, furry restrains, collars and gags were featured in every conceivable color and design. Maeve’s painted fingertip stroked a scroll bar of motorized dildos, looking for one of a particularly large size and girthy shape, searching for the closest match from memory alone.

There! Her finger jabbed and the fabricator chimed as her salacious selection was atomically arranged in the compartment below.

It was alarmingly big, rubbery pink and came with five speed settings.

Maeve just hoped it could keep up with the real deal.

“It’s in the food isn’t it?” Tucker said more than asked, having to raise his voice to be heard over the rapturous wailing filling the speakers. “The nutrient paste we’ve all been wolfing down like it’s goddamn ambrosia.”

“That was my earliest… suspicion too.” Maeve gasped in reply, her flashy new five-inch stiletto pumps were up on the desktop as she leaned back in her black office chair and pumped ‘Tucker Junior’ in and out of her slick hairless snatch. “But I am running some… hmmph~ added tests to be sure. Harper is gathering samples from the… algae farms for chemical analysis. Aah! She’s the cute redhead… I told you about her, right?”

Maeve was feeling all hot and bothered, and growing more than a little annoyed. Charlotte’s oversized funbags kept slapping the camera lens and blocking her view of Tucker’s handsome face.

Ever since the two had started engaging in anal sex—the young mega-stud still staunchly maintained his ban on vaginal intercourse with the cartoonishly curvaceous chief engineer—she had become a nuisance when it came to holding video conferences by the necessary positioning of the sinful act.

The gorgeous blonde bimbo had to be bent over something for Tucker to ravage her forbidden back passage, and if that meant the comms terminal they were currently communicating through, how could it be helped?

Still, Maeve pouted petulantly, she had discarded the stuffy suit jacket and completely unbuttoned her beige blouse so he could see her firm breasts in the new push up bra she had fabricated. It was lacy and green, the same shade as her sexy mini skirt.

Maeve wanted him to see her getting off on his dauntless masculinity. To tell him to cum for her. For Tucker to blow his incredible load at the lewd spectacle of her plugging her puffy pussy with a sordid simulacrum of his majestic manmeat while staring directly into her smoldering eyes.

How was he supposed to do that with Charlotte’s thick muscular ass, giant globular tits, and voluminous bedhead of strawberry blonde hair obscuring his field of view?

…obscuring his view of Maeve, with her tiny emerald skirt bunched up around her trim waist and her dildo-stuffed cunt out on parade for him to ogle.

“Wait… you thawed another one? Dammit, pipe down Charlotte!” Tucker groaned, gripping the keening blonde by the back of the neck and dragging her bucking body off to one side to pound her rippling rump in picture-perfect profile. “I’m trying to speak with the good Doctor. What happened to Chase?”

He meant Grace of course, but such a busy, important and hunky man couldn’t be expected to keep track of pesky little details like women’s names.

Still, Maeve was momentarily stupefied by the way he so easily manipulated Charlotte’s thick body with all her heavy curves, swinging her about like she weighed nothing at all. The buxom blonde rarely wore clothing anymore, except for her neon pink knee boots and matching elbow length gloves.

She gnawed on her full lower lip as though trying to chew it off as she thrust the humming dildo in faster. Deeper. Gasping and trying to keep time with Tucker’s frenzied butt-stuffing rhythm.

“Grace? She’s nearby. Mmmph! I’m still working on her—with her to identify… nyaa~ possible contaminants.“

In truth, the last Maeve had seen of the young biochemist, she had been slumped over her workstation, surrounded by stacks of empty bowls, moaning whorishly with a ‘Tucker Jr’ of her own buzzing away between her considerably longer, shapelier legs.

Maeve felt a delicious tremor run through her at the recent memory of the not-so-mousy brunette training her pristine pussy on a rubberised duplicate of Tucker’s mouthwatering enormity.

That had been three hours ago and the lewd noises coming from outside the Doctor’s private office hadn’t stopped.

“Maeve… wha-what are you doing?!” Tucker’s sky blue eyes were wide and wild when he finally focused on her recumbent pose through the screen. “You shouldn’t be… you can’t…”

“Hmmm… Like what you see, Honey?” She purred, spreading her knees further apart to give him a better view of her glistening wetness. She was already sitting in a spreading puddle of her own pungent juices. “You need to cum, don’t you? To clear your head and think straight again?

“Need to fill that sexy fucking bimbo’s fat ass with all your hot spunk… oooh~ To drain your big balls into her most forbidden hole… Oooh gawd! Don’t you want to cum for me, Tucker?“

Even as the filthy words left her breathy lips, Maeve was quaking in a toe-curling climax. Her third since the video call had begun only a few minutes ago. Envisioning herself, not Charlotte, stuck fast upon his manly pole. Being split apart by his girth and feeling the fullness of his length stirring up her tight insides.

“Oh fuck! I do… fuck me, but I do! FuckFuckFuckFuck!!”

With one huge hand still clamped firmly around the gleefully shrieking engineer’s slender throat, and the other half encircling her waspish waist, Tucker stretched her puckered hole wide as he jacked her full figured body like an overinflated fucktoy on his raging rigidity.

Charlotte spasmed and flopped about in his mighty hold, arms dangling down uselessly like a puppet with its strings cut. Her floor-length golden hair flew in glossy tangles, her stupendous tits clapping and careening in mad circles as she flailed. Her bare feet actually left the floor as Tucker hoisted her big bouncy ass up by the hips to ram himself harder down into it.

Her hiccuping howls changed to odd high pitched yipping sounds each time he bottomed out in her clenching bowels.

“Do it, Tucker Honey. Look at my tight little pussy and cum so hard for me.” Maeve panted, ratcheting the vibrator up to its highest setting and jamming it against her electrified g-spot. It whirred loudly, like an aircraft about to take flight. “It craves you so badly, my sweet little cunny. It wants you to cum and blast your sticky load in that sexy slut’s asshole—”

There was that angry vein throbbing at his temple again, as Tucker nodded frantically along with her illicit instructions, his whole body tightening up in one god almighty contraction before he exploded convulsively inside Charlotte’s bubbly butt.

“Jeezus… FUCK!!” He roared, drowning out all other noise in the engineering bay. “Gawd… I’m cumming, Maeve! I’m cumming so fucking hard for you!”

Maeve didn’t need to be told, she was struck paralytic in the throes of her own orgasm. Cumming together as if they were somehow connected by some horny spiritual tether. Cresting a soaring climactic peak because her magnificent man was doing the same. It seemed fitting and right to Maeve in that moment, that a proper woman should find her own pleasure in giving it to a real man.

A real hunky dreamboat man like Tucker…

Time took a coffee break, as they remained locked in carnal completion. Tucker twitched occasionally as he unleashed a preternatural amount of steamy seed into the cum-drunk bimbo’s back end and Maeve squirmed delightfully in her slippy leather seat.

“Good girl, good girl…” Tucker gasped, eventually lowering Charlotte back onto the workbench until her dopey drooling face was comfortable nestled atop her cushiony cleavage. “Such a good girl for helping me all this time. Rest now, my very good girl.”

Charlotte smiled sleepily, barely conscious but happy, as he stroked her long golden hair and swiped his softening manhood clean in her thick ass crack before turning back to Maeve with a worried expression.

“I don’t think we should communicate by video anymore, Doctor.” He sounded guilty, not meeting her eyes as though he had done something wrong. “If you’re going to find a cure to whatever is happening to us then I must ask you to hurry. Please, I don’t know how much more Charlotte can take.”

“No! Tucker Honey, wait!”

Maeve cried out as he reached for the terminal but it was too late. He ended the connection and the screen went black, leaving Maeve with only her thoroughly ruffled, beatifically boneless reflection for company.

…That, and the outline of an impressively womanly figure kneeling in the open office doorway behind her.

Spinning her chair around with all the sinister slowness of a cheesy Hollywood villain making their big reveal, Maeve crossed her honey-glazed thighs as she greeted the unexpected arrival, tapping the soggy tip of the truncheon-sized dildo theatrically against her angular chin.

It was still buzzing like an outboard engine and left a shiny wet splotch on her pale porcelain skin.

“I’m sorry Grace, dear. I didn’t see you there.” She told the prostrated young scientist in a tone of motherly concern. “Did you need something from me?”

“Who… Why were you…” The poor girl was struggling to turn thought into words. Small wonder given the condition she was in. “What’s happening to me?!”

Grace’s previously short cropped brown hair presently hung well past her shoulders in luscious maple curls. Her once compact frame had lengthened noticeably, the slight stockiness replaced with a sculpted elegance in her slimmer torso, slender arms and elongated legs. Her skintight hibernation suit conformed to a freshly formed hourglass figure, hanging a touch loose about her shrunken waist, and struggling valiantly to contain the supple burgeoning flesh added to the bewildered beauty’s chest, hips and thighs.

Goodness, but she was coming along fast!

Ladders and tears had begun to appear in the near-translucent body sleeve. Portions of Grace’s swelling anatomy poking through the nano-weave fabric in a most fascinating fashion.

One small rip had been widened from over a hardened nipple down to her smooth sternum, exposing one expanding breast and most of the bulging underboob of the other. Twin slits ran up her the outsides of thickening thighs. Symmetrical, as though by design, and revealing a swathe of creamy skin from her rounded out hips to her buckled knees.

…But the largest split in Grace’s overwrought outfit looped down from her navel and between the juncture of her splayed legs where a familiar buzzing protuberance stuck out of her engorged pussy lips, wriggling mechanically and leaking warm fluids onto the white ceramic floor beneath her.

“Calm yourself, dear, and tell me what is wrong.” Maeve instructed, rising to her feet and strutting over as stately as any queen in her foxy high heels, readjusting the emerald mini skirt to cover her essentials and ignoring her unbuttoned blouse. “How do you feel right now, at this moment?”

“Confused… and—and aroused…” Grace sobbed, lengthy fingernails digging into her palms as she pressed her small fists together over her shrinking belly. “I heard noises… A deep voice. Grunts. Coming from your office… and you were speaking and doing things wi—with him. A man… on the screen. I tried to hide… touched myself. Why was I touching myself?!”

“Shhh~... it’s alright, dear. Everything is going to be alright.” Maeve cooed, crouching down in front of the blubbering brunette and wafting her nectar-drenched dildo under the girl’s snuffling nose. “That was Tucker. He’s very handsome and important but needs our help. Would you like me to tell you how we can help him?”

Grace’s bright amber eyes were unnaturally dilated and her newly plump cherry lips parted as her moist tongue slipped out to seek the proverbial carrot dangling wetly in front of her face.

“Yes… Please..” She slurred, nodding her muddled head until her mouth drooped low enough to seal around the blunt, thrumming tip with a muffled moan of soulful gratification.

“Good girl, good girl.” Maeve purred, letting the busty brunette suckle as she reached down to grip the gyrating length still jutting out of her battered pussy to give it a teasing twist. That elicited a garble groan of ecstasy. “Tucker loves his good girls. Good girls get rewarded with big throbbing dick, and hot juicy loads. They get to feel happy, like, all of the time. Can you be a good girl for me, dear?”

“Mmmhmm~!” The addled biochemist vibrated around the whirring Tucker Junior’s, both above and below.

“That’s wonderful, now listen carefully, my good little Gracie, because this is what he needs you to do…”

“I’ve narrowed it down to a hidden subroutine under the designation of; The Eden Protocols.” Tucker’s voice sounded tense through the speakers. “It was set to trigger once we passed a certain milestone in our journey and the override credentials are at an executive level. I’m having a lot of trouble trying to bypass them.”

“I know you will work it all out, Honey.” Maeve replied, running an ivory brush through her rich midnight curtain of hair. It would need a trim soon, it was getting rather long.”You’re so big and smart. That’s why we’re all relying on you to save us.”

She was seated at her office terminal clicking through the different camera views of the engineering bay. Tucker had said they shouldn’t video call after the last time, and Maeve would never defy an order from a man as strong and important as him, so she watched him through the ship’s security feed instead.

That wasn’t video calling, and this way she could check in on her big hunky hero. Watching him in action while she fingered her endlessly needy slit and whispered to the image on the screen for him to cum.

Right now, Tucker was plowing Charlotte’s slutty mouth again. They seemed to have settled into a regular rotation of sexual depravities.

Sloppy cock sucking and vigorous face fucking came first. Followed by a meal break for Tucker (more nutrient paste, since the dispensers didn’t offer any other alternatives anymore) while he plinked away at the keyboard and the blonde bimbo engineer metabolized her stomach full of juicy jizz into more shiny hair, a thicker booty and even bigger breasts.

Then onto titty fucking the aforementioned boobs. Hard and rough. Pinching and tugging at prominent nipples. Really letting off some steam until he painted the gasping, giggling bombshell’s face and huge coppery cleavage with another monster load of his creamy seed.

After that; another quick meal break combined with more work while Charlotte licked herself clean, scooping up gooey handfuls to greedily slurp down.

Finally; butt crushing anal. Usually involving the uber-curvy nympho being bent over the nearest horizontal surface—face down, ass up—with lots of spanking and aggressive hair pulling. Though, occasionally Tucker would simply pin Charlotte tits-first against a wall with his towering bulk or hoist her incredibly curvy body into the air to sodomize her naughty back door from directly below.

Then another brief period of work only to come back around to the starting line with blowjobs again. A ceaseless closed circuit of brain-blitzing climaxes and giant cum shots.

It had to be noted that Charlotte was beginning to look tired. Blissed out but wearing thin. Maeve wasn’t too surprised. They had been going at one another for hours now. She had been orgasming right along with the relentlessly rutting dynamic duo—squirting repeatedly and forever ruining the squelching seat of her office chair—and she was past ready for a rejuvenating power nap herself.

Should she say something about the butt to mouth transition? It would reveal her voyeuristic oversight, but at the same time, she had sanitary concerns.

“—pulled you out of deep freeze for your help, Maeve!” Tucker’s tone was exasperated, raised above the background noise of throttled groans and gagging. “Even if I sort out this issue with the screwed up mission priorities and Perseus’s AI, I’ll still need you to fix me. I’m a systems administrator not a doctor, dammit!”

Fix him?

On the screen before Maeve, he had gathered up two meaty fistfuls of Charlotte’s strawberry hair into silky flowing ponytails on either side of her suckling skull to use as handlebars. They had to be five feet long, shiny ropes of rose gold trailing on the floor as Tucker drove the slobbering strumpet’s stunning face up and down his choking rigidity.

What was there to fix?

“We’re running tests, Honey. Lots of tests, I swear.” Maeve crooned, licking a stray spot of spittle off her own lips as she bent closer to the screen over clitty strumming fingertips. “Harper’s back with the samples from the algae farms—she’s the cute redhead, remember?—and I’m sending you some extra help for your… special condition.”

Harper was actually sitting up in one of the surgical beds, happily munching away on her fourth bowl of nutrient mush since returning from her little excursion two hours ago, hooked up to a scanner by a multitude of wires and stuck-on diodes.

Maeve was collecting data. That was very doctorish of her.

The freckly botanist was already filling out her orange uniform jumpsuit, the top half pulled down and tied by the sleeves around her slender waist, as her bulging breasts pushed out against the plain white tank top she wore underneath.

She had been such a skinny little thing before. Not a curve to her name. This was better… more womanly.

“Extra help? Maeve, you can’t possibly believe sending someone down here is a good idea—”

As if on cue, the reinforced double doors of the engineering bay hissed quietly open and Grace strutted in sucking on one Tucker-sized pleasure aid as she twirled the other about like a cheerleader’s baton before smacking it to the side of her forehead in a lewd mockery of a salute.

“Hiya~! Good girl Gracie, reporting for big dicking duty!”

Her tattered hibernation suit was gone, replaced by a provocative ensemble from the ship’s scandalous new line of feminine attire.

A slimline cyberware leotard clung to every flat plane and blown-up contour of her radically reshaped figure. Fabricated from an attenuated tungsten synth-cloth, it looked appropriately space themed, seamed in metallic gold and silver piping around the many cut-outs and windows which exposed patches of blemishless milky skin around her sharp collarbones, sleek sides and plentiful underboob.

Futuristic costume vambraces covered Grace’s lean forearms ending in fingerless fishnet gloves at the wrists. Equally stylized greaves armored her shapely shins up to fleshy midthighs, clanking like tin cans as she sashayed forward on six inch boot heels and giving her the appearance of an oversexualized sci-fi heroine kitted out for an action scene.

A scene in which she would, presumably, get strategically alluring tears in her elaborately immodest outfit.

“Maeve, what the hell is this?” Tucker growled, there was that angry vein on his temple again as he slowed his throat-plundering pace. “How’s this supposed to help me?”

Maeve frowned at his impersonal phrasing. Not ‘Gracie’, who had just given her name, or even ‘her’, which would at least humanize the gift she had sent him. Just ‘this’... which sounded objectifying.

“That sounds like Gracie, if I heard her correctly.” She replied curtly, playing the offended innocent. Her fingertips perched in horny anticipation at the outer folds of her dewy pussy lips. “A dear and obliging young woman who has kindly volunteered to assist you in your very important, very heroic task of saving us all from that pesky computer thingy.”

“Dressed like that? The half of her tits are hanging out of the hole over her chest.”

That was true, Maeve had to admit. The lower hemispheres of Grace’s bountiful new breasts had squeezed their way through the playful cleavage window, stretching it wide as an open barn door to accommodate so much of her freshly formed frontage.

“You don’t like?” Grace dithered, blushing and crestfallen. Staring down at herself in self conscious humiliation. “I was going to be, like, your Xeno Warrior Princess, Daddy. Here to drain your heavy balls and fight for the future of humanity.”

“Are you hearing the words coming out of your mouth?” Tucker palmed his chiseled face with both hands. “This is so far beyond crazy, I don’t know where to start. You need to leave, right now.”

The frustrated gesture released his death-grip on Charlotte’s cock-sucking skull, leaving the ravenous beauty to take a proactive approach to her own feeding.

With slow, lethargic movements—as though her limbs were made of lead—she latched onto Tucker’s broad waist. Gloved hands sliding to grip his firm flexing ass cheeks as continued to bob her gorgeous drooling face and choke down his meaty immensity with drowsy enthusiasm.

”Gloorp… Urk… Glaurgh~!”

Sloppy strings of saliva and sticky seed connected her glistening chin to her tremendous, shiny breasts, couched against Tuckers muscular thighs like twin airbags of bronzed titflesh. Her fat booty stuck straight out behind her like a padded seating bench and her brilliantly golden hair draped the cold floor around her in a flowing bridal train of the finest Mulberry silk.

Grace was watching her keenly as she shifted her weight anxiously from foot to foot, and fumbled with the rubber phalluses in her delicate fingers.

“But… but.. Why does she get to stay and hog all your big, important cock for herself.” She whined, pointing an accusatory dildo at the gurgling blonde. “I’m a good girl too, and the Doc said that good girls get rewarded—”

“I’m hanging on by a fucking thread here, can’t you see that?!” Tucker exploded, and even Maeve flinched at the outburst from three decks away. “I can smell you, girl!

“I can smell just how wet and fertile you are, just like Charlotte. You reek of an empty womb that is begging to be fucked and filled and bred! It’s driving me up the walls, trying resist the urge to stack you on top of each other like a pussy sandwich and dump a couple of babies into both of you!!”

Oh, that mental visual was doing it for Maeve. Yes, indeed! Her fingers began to lightly strum at her sensitive bud as she leaned back in her chair and closed her eyes to imagine the scene.

“Really? I wouldn’t mind. I used to be into other girls in, like, a super big way before I heard about you.” Grace said, perking up in eager excitement and taking a few hopeful steps towards the rutting pair. “ I’m still a virgin, you know? But we could kiss and mash our sexy tits together while you take turns pumping our tummies full of your offspring! That would be totally hot…”

“Stay back! Don’t come any closer! Don’t you see? That’s what it wants. Perseus has somehow infected us with a desperate need to procreate to fulfill its glitched out mission priorities. This isn’t who we are!”

Fear suffused Tucker’s voice, but everybody froze at his command. He was a man after all. Their strong, virile man and future savior. Even Charlotte popped her slobbering mouth off his unyielding hardness to look up at him in bleary concern as she continued to slowly stroke him off.

His sky blue eyes were bloodshot and that thick vein on his temple pushed in time with his hammering heart rate. He looked fit to rupture something vital or break down completely, with his usually neatly parted hair a scraggly mess and final scraps of his jumpsuit hanging off his enormous, indomitable physique in orange scraps.

So Maeve spoke up, calm and soothing like the good girl doctor she was.

“Take a deep breath, Tucker Honey. It’s going to be alright.” She crooned in a voice sweeter than warm molasses. “Talk me through what you are feeling right now.”

“I’m scared and frustrated.” He spoke to the air in general, gesticulating wildly at the engineering bay around him. “The Eden Protocols… this whole mission feels like a setup. A perverse, convoluted experiment designed by someone high in the ranks of the Andromeda Institute who wanted to see how far they could push us…”

His boulder-like shoulders slumped and his head dipped in surrender for a moment before rising again, a feral glint in his cerulean gaze.

“...But most of all, I feel goddamn horny. Burning up with the relentless animal need to own and breed as many hot, fertile cunts as I can lay my hard fucking dick on. For sanity’s sake, I’m implementing a shipwide lockdown now, Doctor. Admin override. If you think you can find a cure for this madness, I suggest you do it quickly. The clock is ticking, Maeve.”

With a shaky hand, Tucker hit a few keys on his terminal and a klaxon blared through every speaker on the ship. Electromagnetic locks engaged and bulkheads were sealed at every critical juncture between decks.

Suddenly Maeve was trapped in the sick bay with only Harper and the view of Tucker stalking towards Grace, tugging a crawling Charlotte behind him by the hair like a puppy on a leash.

...or perhaps a cow was the better analogy, with the way her massive tanned udders dragged across the steel floor.

“What are you doing, Tucker Honey?” Maeve breathed, her heart racing with arousal. “What do you hope to achieve by locking yourself away?”

“Keeping you safe… from me. Can’t fight it anymore. Don’t want to. Gonna get what my instincts have been screaming for…” He gruffed, clipped accent gone. “Gonna breed some fertile pussy.”

Maeve moaned as his bawdy admission landed directly in her molten core and sent tantalizing ripples through her prickling flesh.

On the screen, Tucker had lumbered to a halt a few feet away from Grace, his enormous manhood extending like a steel girder towards her flat belly, spurting and spitting pearlescent precum as though in accusation of her womb’s empty status.

The dear girl was breathing so fast she looked like she might swoon in avid anticipation while Charlotte crawled around Tucker’s tree trunk legs to lick the precious seed up off the polished floor.

“Gawd but you smell amazing… your dick smells amazing.” The panting brunette blurted, licking her full lips. Her nipples were stiff, on the verge of popping out of the overtaxed boob window. “It makes my tummy feel all fluttery. Never had a dick before… can’t remember why anymore. Seems silly now.”

“Gonna take care of that. Gonna take care of you.” Tucker growled, reaching out to brush the dildos out of her limp fingers and kicking them away. “You won’t need those anymore. Got the real thing for a good girl.”

Those two words “good girl” triggered a visceral reaction in Grace. Her long lashes fluttered, her jade eyes rolled up in her skull and a hot moan bubbled up from her throat. Her knees almost buckled and a moist patch darkened her conspicuous camel toe as she trembled in quick micro climax.

A lewd Pavlovian response…

Maeve had bit down on her knuckle to stifle a squeak of excitement. One hand busy between her slick thighs. Fingers twisting and curling inside her tremoring channel. Flushed face was so close to the screen that her breath was fogging up the crystal display.

She licked it clear. Wanting to taste that magnificent member through the digitized ones and zeros.

“Nice hair. Long and wavy. Like brunettes.” Tucker complimented Grace in his abruptly abbreviated, testosterone-clouded manner. “Blondes are sexy. Good for fucking. Brunettes look smart though. Make smart babies.”

Grace’s thick walnut hair was tied back with an outlandishly large charcoal ribbon in a complicated bow. It shone like varnished teak under the bright glare of the overhead lights and hung in swoopy layers down to her tight round butt.

She preened and primped a loose strand, thrusting her overflowing chest out as she giggled at his fumbling flattery.

“Like, thanks! I’m actually totally smart and really good at science and stuff… I think. Hard to remember with your big important dick being, like, right there and looking yummy enough to eat…”

“Tucker… Honey, what are you going to do?” Maeve purred into the microphone. Her aching cunt clutching at the three twirling fingers buried inside her sodden folds. “Tell me… Uungh~! I need to hear you say it.”

Tucker didn’t take his intense stare off of Grace as he reached down to scoop Charlotte’s eminently voluptuous figure up under a huge bicep before reaching out to caress Grace’s blushing cheek with a fat thumb, which she immediately sucked between puckered lips. Slurping suggestively as she fucked him with her brilliant jade eyes.

“Gonna fill them. Gotta breed good girl pussies until they smell right. Until they’re pregnant and full of my babies.” He grumbled, using his hand in Grace’s adoring mouth to guide her over to a clear space between two workbenches where he laid Charlotte down. “Gonna stuff them so full their bellies slosh with all my potent baby-batter.”

“Yaaassss~...” The dopey blonde whimpered as Tucker positioned her spread eagled on the floor, arranging her cushiony curves and sleek limbs atop a silken bed of her strawberry blonde tresses. “Pop a bun in my oven, Baby. I need to feel your impregnating seed warming up my tummy.”

“I’ll take a whole baker’s dozen, Daddy!” Grace chirped, swaying on her precarious knife heels as though drunk on lust. “Gracie wants to be a good girl breeder, and have lots of happy cums on your big, important dick.”

Tucker grunted as he picked her up by the hips—more out of primal arousal than any physical exertion—and laid her face down, tits together on top of Charlotte’s buxom nudity.

While Grace was radically changed from her initial mousy appearance—grown far fuller in the butt, hips and thighs, with an explosive set of knockers that could smother a grizzly bear—she hadn’t been glutting herself non-stop at the all-you-can-eat buffet of Tucker’s perfect cock like Charlotte had.

The cum-addicted blonde was a veritable mountain range of firm fertile curves and flawless bronzed flesh which Grace sank happily into with an almost hysterical giggle. Her knees spread wide to straddle Charlotte’s lush child-bearing hips. The two swapped vapid, horny smiles when their cute noses brushed, the breathtaking brunette propped up by the squish of their enormous chests rubbing together.

“Heya, sexy lady. I’m good girl Gracie. You’ve got really beautiful blue eyes, ya know?”

“Is this what you wanted, Maeve?” Tucker growled, ripping the crotch out of Grace’s flimsy costume with a swift tug of his fist and positioning his giant dripping cockhead at the entrance of two puffy pussies stacked wetly, one on top of the other. “To watch me fuck hot snatch? Dump babies in empty good girl wombs? Not stupid. Know you are watching. Can almost smell you too.”

Both women howled in ecstasy as he pushed himself in. Sliding that rocky slab of manmeat not into a slick honey hole, but between them. Parting their sodden folds against his mighty girth and grinding their engorged clits against its preposterous length, his drizzling tip prodding at their belly buttons.

Maeve suspected she could smell him too as she rested her sweaty forehead against the screen and diddled her convulsing cunt to another soul-shaking climax. The aroma of his manly mask tinted with a hint of earthy aniseed…

It had to be a scent memory. A phantom aroma conjured by livid fantasies of the heroic man riding bareback in perfect fucking tandem on the crystal display before her.

“Im—impossible, Honey. The ship’s oxygen scrubbers and air filtration—”

“Controlled by the Perseus AI. Broken code and shit.” Tucker huffed, slamming his pistoning hips into two delicious, jiggling asses like a turbo-charged sex machine. “Wants us to fuck… reproduce. Propagate.”

Maeve tried to blink the stars and salty perspiration out of her dark eyes. Long strands of her raven hair were plastered to her face and neck, spilling down into the pale cleavage bubbling up out of her too-tight, emerald push up bra.

Could that be true? Did it even matter at this point?

She was having a difficult time finding the time or energy to care about anything but Tucker’s huge, wonderful cock, and how she could best coax it into erupting inside a wailing bimbo snatch. Visualizing how it might feel to be stretched apart on that pussy-pounding magnificence, and have him churning up her deepest depths.

“Cock… oh gawd, your c-cock!” Grace blathered, clinging to the bodacious blonde beneath her as Tucker plowed the fleshy press of their slippery slits. “It’s so hard and big. I didn’t know… Nyaa! H-How did I live all this time without it?”

“It’s the biggest and bestest cock there is.” Charlotte simpered, brushing the brunette’s glossy hair out of her face and giving her dreamy smile. She was radiantly beautiful as she rocked her motherly hips and gasped out short, blissful breaths. “I want it all of the time. Feeding me. Fucking me. Just kneeling and resting my head against that thick hardness under the desk while Tucker Baby works. Doing, like, super important man stuff. I crave it constantly.”

“Gosh, but you’re sooo pr-pretty… oomf~! He must fuck you all the t-time with his huge Daddy dick. Aaaha~ I’m super duper jealous bu-but kinda want to kiss you too… Mmmmph~!”

Grace’s babbling turned to heated moans when the ravishing blonde sealed her cherry lips in a torrid, smoldering kiss. Their moist tongues flickered together as dainty hands quested over curves and they ground into one another with Tucker’s calamitous cockmeat powering between their snug snatches. His constant supply of spurting precum smeared their taut stomachs. Wonderfully warm. Oiling their smooth skin to a glistening sheen and lubricating the path for his pleasure.

“Why does she keep doing that, Maeve? Calling me Daddy.” Tucker rumbled, lifting a large hand to bring it down in a resounding slap to Grace’s jiggling rump. The brunette squealed into Charlotte’s mouth at the sharp sting of pain. “What the hell are you doing to people up there in sick bay? You’re supposed to be helping me!”

His cognition and vocabulary was clearly returning now his glorious dick was well and truly wet, Maeve noted. Her dark eyes were locked onto it like tractor beams as it lanced in and out from between the two writhing, necking nymphets. He was coated in a frothy film of their combined juices and her insides ached at the sight of it.

“I—I am helping you, Honey!” She guttered, teeth chattering through another quivering climax. Her fingers were growing tired and terribly pruney. “I had to run my tests on someone, and there’s no accounting for kinks. Besides, aren’t you about to become just that? A daddy for the offspring you’re going to plant in her untouched virgin womb…”

“Enough! Perseus, end transmission, before I say something I can’t take back.” He roared, pumping his mighty hips hard enough to drive the three of them across the cold steel floor. The women wailing in mindless ecstasy as he fucked the two junoesque sexpots into oblivion. “I can’t take any more of her horny nonsense!”

“Yes, Daddy, YES! Spank my naughty, good girl bottom and make me a mommy on your fat… uungh~ baby-making dick!”

“Me first, Baby, please!” Charlotte begged, “I’ve been a good girl too and waited so long to feel you explode in my greedy cunt. I need to feel your sticky seed inside of me!”

With one avenue of communication closed, Maeve quickly sought another.

This was a vitally important moment!

The good doctor poked at her terminal with nectar-soaked fingers and, after two failed attempts, managed to access the ship’s emergency channel. Another privilege of her rank as head physician and one that broadcasted her tousled, rumpled image to every non-critical screen, workstation and holographic projector on the sleeping vessel.

…including those in the engineering bay which flickered to life around and above the debauched trio.

“Will you do it then, Tucker?” She cooed, leaning back with a squelch in her office chair. Revealing her open beige blouse, the undersized bra, and clingy green mini skirt bunched up over her bucking hips, as she exposed her hungriest hole to the camera view. “Will you breed those two willing, fertile wombs… for me? I need to see it. I need to see you blowing your virile load directly into their pretty pink pussies and knocking them up with your hunky manseed. Can you cum for me, Honey?

“Fuck. Fuck. FUUUCK!!” Tucker bellowed, drawing back far enough pop free from the press of curvaceous bimbo bodies and plunged himself into Charlotte’s waiting wetness. “Gonna blow. Gonna blow up these sexy bitches with buckets of my baby batter!”

He was staring—his sky blue eyes wide and wild under a heavy brow—up at Maeve’s life-sized holographic pussy, projected in perfect, glistening resolution above the main engineering terminal. The purple vein in his temple throbbed fit to rupture.

“AYYYEEE!” The hyper-voluptuous blonde yodeled in ecstatic euphoria. Her spasming snatch clamping down in a skintight seal around his erupting enormity and milking it for every spurt of his potent seed. “Thank you, Baby, thank you! Give it to me. Give me all your life-giving spunk and fill me full to bursting with it!”

Tucker didn’t need the encouragement.

He grunted like a beast as his apple-sized balls flexed and a flood of his virile jizz burst like a breached dam into the howling bimbo’s waiting womb. It poured out of Tucker like water from a broken hydrant and—just as Charlotte’s flat belly began to swell—he withdrew to spray a line of gooey white across the crack of her thick ass, and crammed his still-fountaining cock up into Grace’s expectant pussy.

“DAAAADDY!!”

The brunette beauty sung out her orgasmic bliss and Maeve joined her in a joyous chorus from three decks away, gushing all over her buried digits.

“Oooh… Tucker Honey, yes!”

Tucker was leaning heavily over the climaxing couple, covering them with his huge body, and sandwiching them beneath his enormous bulk.

The powerful muscles of his broad back and shoulders bunched as he pumped his mighty hips in a slowing rhythm, only pulling out after a full minute of torrential ejaculation to plaster the tangled bodies of his exhausted lovers with the last few spurts of his creamy seed.

Staggering back to his feet, Tucker ran a shaky hand through his hickory brown hair and stared down at them with a satisfied grunt.

Two thoroughly abused, pink pussies gaped back at him. Liberally leaking his sticky spend to puddle on the floor under Charlotte’s bubbly butt. Both women basked in their post orgasmic stupors, soft lips pressed together in a slow searching kiss as their blemishless skin sparkled with sweat and pearly ropes of his cum.

“Well… fuck. That’s gone and done it. No turning back now.” He muttered, then turned to look directly up into the ceiling mounted camera Maeve was viewing him through. “I hope you’re happy, Doc. Because this little stunt has only bought you time. Use it wisely and find a way to fix us, or I don’t know what will happen when we next meet in person.”

Tucker’s eyes bore into her through the screen, as though he could see her through the lens. Maeve trembled under the intensity of that sky blue gaze, before blowing him a cheeky kiss and ending her shipwide broadcast.

“I can’t wait, Honey.” She told his silently staring image, before spinning in her ruined office chair and getting unsteadily to her high heeled feet. “Talk again real soon.”

Gosh, she was sore and felt completely drained, but in a good way. Masturbatory marathons over totally hung superstuds will do that to a girl.

...and Maeve would show Tucker that she was a very good girl indeed.

But first she needed to clean herself up and make herself presentable. Probably drink a gallon of water to replenish her spent fluids too.

Because Doctor Maeve York was nothing if not professional, and had a cute Scottish redhead to check in on…