Quiet swells in the swaying pod until it's about to burst like a metal pimple. Then suddenly -- 'SNAP.' Free fall wrests both unseated women up into the air where they hover like genies. The men cringe, belts digging into their skin as they to are hoisted upward. The mortal stop makes all into chaos, a blur of motion and pain that leaves non conscious.
You're the first to come too and the first thing you realize is that you can't breath. Two soft objects, like leather clad pillows are suffocating you from either side. A strain of your eyeballs allows peeking over the obstructions. You're greeted with a familiar slender neck and above, spiked yellow hair -- Betty. The craft, your realize must have fallen on its side with your science officer thrown ontop of you. How embarrassing, at your size she's liable to smother you like an infant.
Urgently you work your hands beneath her weight searching for your strap fastener. Above you twist and shout against your otherwise pleasant confines. "Get off me you dike!" you yell, your words instantly absorbed by her cleavage. Still as if she somehow heard through the vibrations in her flesh she stirs and rises a bit on her arms. Blessed air flows down into the opening space between your face and her massive boobs. "Dr. Conchlin for God's sake stay where you are," the words take off from your mouth faster than a squadron of jets at Def Con 5.
Her face looks like some inquisitive bird as its cocks down in your direction. Features, just a tad to angular to be beautiful, start with a slightly slanted forehead and end with a sexy beak of a nose. Oiled, spiked and pruned, her hair is a coating of feathers. Only her human ornaments, the slender spectacles and barely obvious nose ring mar her animal nature. You're speechless for a moment, not just from her exotic and attractive features, but their sheer size. If birds had ever decided to evolve back into dinosaurs, the missing links might bear resemblance to Dr. Conchlin.
"Captain... I... I'm very sorry..." As her eyes glide down you and she realizes how fully she has you trapped, a disturbing (mutinous even) grin appears on her face. You've never seen her, or any woman for that matter, look at you as she does then - like a chicken eying a worm. "Be honest, Captain, you liked it didn't you."
Before you can respond, the dike brings her beasts down on you again and the soft mounds easily envelop your head. You can hear her muffled laughter outside as she presses her boobs together literally sandwiching your little head between them. You yell every manner of reprimand but they're all lost in her gelatinous contours. Dr. Conchlin had always been so tight laced and reserved -- 'maybe its an atmo problem (too much oxygen...?)'
The breasts of your science officer finally release your face hot and sticky from its confinement. The women who you always had pinned for a prudish intellectual, begins buttoning her uniform as if nothing had happened. She preens her hair a bit with careful fingers and then pats you lovingly (or derisively) on the head. "Now we'll just keep that bit of fun between you and me. Don't want little Ben being jealous, do we. " You're head is still spinning from that 'bit of fun' and you can hear another of your shipmates groaning in the background.
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