2 comments/ 15924 views/ 9 favorites Mrs Benn - Astronaut Ch. 01 By: dconrad [This is a follow on from Mrs Benn - Warrior Woman, which takes the idea from the 70s children programme Mr Benn that a character tries on an outfit in a costume shop and enters a different world. Except the worlds here are rather sexual in nature...] A few days had passed since Mrs Benn had been to the costume shop. She was coming to terms with the fact that the changing room had pitched her into a fantasy world, but one that had been, to all intents and purposes, real. She probably thought she should report it – this was a discovery to rival any in human history. The existence of parallel universes and mythical creatures would make us reappraise everything we knew. But what if it only worked for her, she mused. Then she would look insane. She could imagine the look of disdain on her husband's face as she tried to explain. And then when she told people about the sexual encounters she had there they would see her as sexually frustrated (that part was true) and a fantasist (that part wasn't, she was sure). No, it was best not to say anything. But she knew that really she was only finding a means of staying silent for selfish reasons. If she told anyone about it then it would no longer be hers, and she came to realise that she needed it. In that world she had been popular, needed and purposeful. Her oversized breasts had been both adored and useful, instead of being viewed as objects of comedy or, in her husband's case, revulsion. She had experienced sex like she never had before, it had been a revelation for her. There was no way she was giving that up to a bunch of scientists to write research papers about. But even so, she was reluctant to return. Her first concern was that maybe she would enter a dangerous world next time, and as the marks from the alternative world (in the shape of come stains on her body) had transferred back into this one, she supposed it was possible to die there too. This wasn't her main worry however, she felt implicitly that the world through the changing room was one that operated largely for her benefit. No, the main source of her reluctance was the fear that it was a one-off. If she went through that door only to find a normal cupboard, then she would feel a loss greater than she could bear. She would rather never return, but have the hope that it was still there, than find out for certain that it was closed to her. Inevitably however, she knew she would go back, so one week after her first adventure she woke with the certain knowledge that today she would revisit the costume shop. She impatiently bustled her husband out of their house on Celebration Rd, got dressed quickly, and was waiting by the costume shop as it opened. The shopkeeper let her in with a warm smile, "oh, hello. I was wondering if I would see you again." She returned his smile. "I've been thinking about that costume I tried on last time. I'd like to try another if I may." He looked a bit awkward. "Yes, of course. There is, erm, one thing though. I hate to mention it, but I'm just getting started and everything." She looked concerned, was he going to deny her access to the changing room? "What is it?" "Well, erm, last time the outfit you tried on was broken when you came out. I've just managed to fix it." Ah, the clasp, yes the ogre had snapped it when he roughly removed her top. She blushed at the memory. "Oh, I'm sorry. It, err, must have been because it was a bit small on me." The man looked at her breasts, hidden beneath a loose fitting jumper as he imagined them in the tight bra. "I expect so. But would you mind please letting me see you in the outfit this time, before you change back, so I can inspect for any damage." He was embarrassed to ask, which made Tina feel awkward too. Both of them mumbled and she assured him that would be fine. He looked relieved. For the first time Tina wondered if he knew about the other world. He must do, she thought, but then maybe it only worked for her? It was hardly a question she could ask "do you know you have a door in your changing room, which leads to an alternative universe?" Having got the difficult business out of the way, the shopkeeper was animated. He clearly loved his work and the idea of helping people dress up. "So, what would you like to try on today?" He indicated the shop, which had been tidied up since last time, but still seemed in some disarray. There were too many costumes for the small space, so they ended in a jumble of confusing piles. Tina hadn't really thought about an outfit. She was hoping to go back to the last world, but having broken the costume last time, she didn't feel as though she could ask to try it on again. "I don't know," she shrugged. "What do you suggest?" He beamed at being allowed to indulge himself. He cast an appraising, but not lecherous, look over her body, and raised his eyebrows in delight. "I know! Just in, a space woman, astronaut type outfit. I think it would suit you really well." He rummaged in a box and produced a package. The cover photo depicted a younger woman, wearing a silver spandex suit which was open to her navel. The woman had medium sized breasts, but the compression of the tight suit squashed these against her chest, creating an impressive cleavage. Tina doubted it would fit over her more substantial bosom. Reading her thoughts, the shopkeeper reassured her, "it's a fantastic material, it stretches so it moulds itself to any body shape." Tina now realised that she had just promised to let him see her in the suit before she left, ostensibly to check for damage, but now she suspected he had an ulterior motive. She liked him though, and even if he did have a sexual desire to see her in the outfit, it was a relatively innocent one she felt, with no sinister undertones. Not having any alternative suggestions, and remembering she had similar reservations about the last costume, and that had turned out well, she assented to the space woman outfit. In the changing room, she shed her clothes quickly, eager to see if the magic door still worked. The costume was so tight and figure hugging that she couldn't wear anything underneath it, so abandoned her bra and panties. It was like struggling into a wetsuit, she only had the jumpsuit up to her knees and she was already sweating. She doubted it would go over her large rump, but with a tug it was over. Leaning forward, she forced her arms through the compression sleeves and then stood up to pull the top up. Both of her breasts hung outside the costume, squashed together to form two basketball shaped lumps. She had assumed it was a zip front that had been left undone in the photo, but now saw that it was just an open slit down the front that finished below her navel. With an effort she stretched the material out and heaved one breast in, and then, using both hands, forced the other one inside the straining fabric. Looking at herself in the mirror, she laughed. The top half was stretched to its capacity, she could see the fibres straining. She wondered if they had envisaged it being put under such stress. The opening came down in a dramatic V from her shoulders to just above her pubic hair. Her breasts, unable to go outward as they desired, because they were constrained by the fabric, were struggling to displace all their flesh. They formed themselves into two elongated tubes starting below her chin and running down to her navel. Her entire upper body consisted of nothing but breast flesh it seemed. Turning to the side, she could see that the fabric was pulled away from her body by each boob by about six inches, so that the side of each breast was exposed. She had managed to cover each nipple, but a third of each aureole was unable to go inside the suit and remained on show. She pulled on the silver spandex boots that accompanied the jumpsuit and with one last look in the mirror, she opened the second door in the changing room. It was dark initially, and her fear about it being just a normal cupboard began to rise. Then there was a shuffling, banging and suddenly she was standing in the light. Two men pulled away a metal container in front of her, and she took in the surroundings – a large warehouse building, with containers everywhere, and harsh, artificial lighting. The two men were staring open-mouthed at her, and she tried to cover up her exposed body. One of them cackled, it was a dirty, nasty cackle. This wasn't a friendly world she surmised from that laugh. "Well, well, well, what have we got 'ere then? A stowaway? And such a hot one as well. Oh, the captain is gonna like you." He grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her out. "Fucking hell, look at the size of those melons!" the other one said. "Oh, I gotta fuck me this space slut." He reached out and squeezed her breast, and she slapped his hand away. "Don't touch her till the captain's had his way with 'er," the first man warned. "Remember what he did to Blinky that time he fucked that slut we captured on Stratos before the Captain saw her?" The other man clutched his groin, "yeah. But fucking hell, look at her, it'd almost be worth it." Chuckling again, "yeah, I'm sure we'll all get a go once the captain has done her." They dragged her out of the warehouse and along some corridors. As they went both of them squeezed and mauled her buttocks. "Such a fine arse, I'm gonna fuck her doggy style and cover it in my spunk when I get a chance." "Yeah, I bet she'd love that," the other man guffawed. Tina felt like crying. What was happening, this wasn't the fun, playful world she had encountered last time. Even when danger had been present there, she had never felt really scared. "What size are you tits, slut?" the first man asked. She ignored him, so he pinched her buttock painfully. "Ow, 40 JJJ," she said quickly. "Fuck me, bigger than a Jigglie. We're gonna have a lot of fun with you." Eventually they emerged into a white room, where six other men sat around a table, eating. They all looked rough, with skinheads, tattoos and missing teeth. They tossed her roughly to the floor. A pot-bellied man stood up, eyeing her with such malicious intent that she began to cry. The other men whooped and cheered. "Fuck the slut Captain!" one of them cheered. The pot-bellied man stood menacingly in front of her, his legs apart. "Fuck me. That's some fine titties you got there. I think tits like that need to be covered in my sticky cum don't you slut?" She knew there was no reasoning, she continued to cry, she'd been such a fool to come back. "I can't fucking hear you!" the Captain bellowed. "I said I think your tits need my cum on them, let's see them!" "Y, yes," she whimpered. She'd heard of some women who secretly liked this kind of treatment, or despite themselves got turned on by it. She wasn't one of them. She felt sick, but with shaking hands scooped her substantial breasts out of her space suit. The Captain was fishing in his grubby trousers to remove his cock, while the men screeched behind her. "Fu..." the Captain's exclamation was forever curtailed by a loud roar, and a sudden rushing noise. Tina found herself spiralling through the air, and the last thing she saw before banging her head and passing out was the detached head of the Captain sailing past her. Then everything went black. ++++++++++ Her first sensation was of a vague throbbing on her temple, and the second was of a gentle, pleasant tingling arising from her groin. She moaned softly, there was a delicate pressure against her pussy lips, not insistent, but soothing. She pushed back against whatever was causing the pressure and found the pain in her head reduced correspondingly. Blinking, she eased her eyes open. She was lying down and at first the light blinded her. She then made out a clean, efficient room around her. This wasn't the same spaceship she had started out on. Then as her eyes focused she made out a figure leaning over her. He was tall, spindly, with large, almond eyes. The most startling feature was his azure skin. He smiled tentatively, and peeled the hair away from her face with a long, bony finger. She then realised that it was a digit on his other hand that was stroking her mound through the fabric of her space suit. "Hello, I am Staxl, how are you?" he enquired. "Erm, fine, I think," she said trying to sit up. This made her head throb painfully, so she lowered herself back down onto the bed. "What happened?" "You were captured by space bandits. We have been tracking them for weeks, but when we sensed you were in danger we had to act. I must apologise our laser strike was not as accurate as it should have been, we did not intend for you to be harmed." "You saved me, thank you, I was so scared." Despite the fact that the alien was still gently probing her Mons, she trusted him and found his attentions altogether different in nature to the horrific pirates. She looked down at his bony digit caressing her nether regions. He stopped his ministrations and said in a matter of fact tone, "I detected that sexual arousal caused a release of hormones which would ease the pain of your injury. I also detected that sexual attention is your main focus of interest, so I thought this would help. Shall I cease it now?" Rather to her surprise Tina found herself saying "no, please continue, it's rather nice." She noticed for the first time then that her breasts were still exposed. The tight suit squashed them together so that they resembled one mega-boob bursting from her chest. Her nipples contracted and hardened as Staxl rubbed her harder. He noticed this, "hmm, interesting, I see that these change in accordance to the attention here. May I touch them?" "Yes please, they're called nipples and they are quite sensitive." He rolled one of her hard nipples between his thumb and forefinger. "How interesting. These nipples do not perform a role in copulation and yet are part of the arousal system. We detected that the Pirate Captain was going to place his penis between your breasts and cover them in his ejaculate. Is this normal for humans?" "Erm, not that normal, but it does seem to happen to me," she confessed. Tina was squirming now beneath his careful attention. "And yet that can fulfil no reproductive purpose. Are these breasts normal size for humans?" he caressed one of her full boobs and she shuddered. "No, mine are very big. Some human men like big, oooh that feels nice, sorry, big boobs." He pushed his long finger along the ridge of her pussy. "I must say this all very interesting. My race reproduce telepathically and so we have no need for these superfluous sensual systems. And yet I can see how this could provide pleasure. Would you like me to insert my finger inside your reproductive canal?" It wasn't the most seductive way to put it, but she nodded eagerly. As his other hand continued to explore her breast she emitted a low sigh of contentment. Her breasts were tingling, like a subdued, pleasurable form of pins and needles. She surmised it must be a result of the blow to her head, causing a mix up in her senses. But then Staxl trailed his lower hand across her exposed stomach and she felt the same sensation, like a trail of spacedust sparkling across her skin. The sensation was external, arising from her fingers. Anticipating her question he smiled benignly, "yes, the skin of our extremities emits a small electric impulse during times of what can be classified as sensual arousal. It fulfils no function and is something of an embarrassing evolutionary hangover from when we must have mated physically. I trust it is not causing you distress?" "Mmm, no far from it. It's very nice." Tina tried to sit up to slip her space suit off her shoulder to allow Staxl access to her pussy, but as she did so she felt woozy and laid down again. "Oooh, I still feel groggy. But your touch is making me feel better." "Don't worry, you lay back, I can access your reproductive canal easily." With that he produced a small metal tool and with a swift, clinical stroke, cut the fabric of her suit from the base of its opening to the apex of her thighs, exposing her crotch. He stroked his tingling finger along her engorged and exposed pussy lips and Tina moaned appreciatively . "Ohh, Staxl, that's nice." She reached out to grope where his penis should have been beneath his pale grey overalls but her hand felt only a smooth surface. "We do not have phalluses like many other races, they serve no function," he informed her. "I hope the absence of a penis does not disappoint you? I appreciate it means I will be unable to ejaculate over your breasts as you are accustomed." Tina was going to tell him that ejaculating on her breasts was not obligatory but at that moment he probed a prickling finger inside her and she instinctively squirmed beneath it as the electric emissions tickled her sensitive walls. "Hmm," Staxl mused, "and this part, I can see it is reacting, what function does it serve?" He lightly nuzzled her clitoris with his thumb and the sensation was unlike anything she had felt before, simultaneously soothing and arousing. "Oh, oh, that feels nice" she informed him. "It's just there for, oooooooh, pleasure I think." "Really? An evolutionary development purely for pleasure. Most interesting. May I stimulate it?" "God yes!" "Do you wish me to continue probing your reproductive canal or to stimulate your clitoris?" Staxl enquired as Tina impatiently writhed beneath his fingers. "Both," she urged, "do both! I really want to come." "I see," and the alien dutifully inserted two of his six-inch digits inside Tina's pussy and used his thumb to ferret into her clitoris bud. The small pulsations emitting from his hand were ecstatic, Tina moaned loudly in appreciation as her body responded enthusiastically. "You will be able to reach sexual climax even though there is no prospect of reproduction?" he enquired. In reply Tina wrapped her legs around his skinny frame and gripped his hand onto her quivering chest. Stimulation danced out from his fanned fingertips across her expansive breasts, which quivered and shimmied beneath his touch. "Keep going Staxl, I'm nearly there." He increased the rhythm and pressure of his hand strokes and then Tina was coming. She didn't scream but just grasped his thin wrist tightly and clamped her legs around him as ripples of pleasure washed up her body. It was the most soothing orgasm she'd ever had. As it subsided she released her grip on him and let out a contented sigh. "Thankyou Staxl, that was very nice." He withdrew his hands from her body and made a small bow. "Thankyou for adding to my knowledge base. It was most gratifying. I think your injuries are mostly healed now, so you can go to a cabin we have prepared for you." "We? How many are on this ship Staxl?" This time when she sat up Tina felt no ill effects. "It is just myself, Gonga the engineer and Captain Floban. We are on our way to the Jigglies on a diplomatic mission." As Tina was led to her cabin she realised that the cut Staxl had made to her suit meant that her pussy was permanently exposed. She squeezed her breasts back inside her space suit and Staxl commented "Obviously I have no interest in such matters, but I could see how your breasts would be of great fascination to some species. I hope you will allow me to study them in detail at a later stage." Tina appreciated that this was as close as she was going to get to a compliment or seductive phrase from her new friend so she kissed him tenderly on the cheek and said "of course Staxl, I'd love you to study me all over. My name's Tina by the way." She smiled to herself that she'd just been brought to orgasm by someone (something?) who didn't even know her name. That definitely didn't happen back in Celebration Rd. Mrs Benn - Astronaut Ch. 02 Tina Benn awoke on an impossibly comfortable bed. It seemed to almost not be there at all, and anticipate her every move, so that as she rolled over, the bed assisted her and then soothed her back to sleep. It was with an effort that she opened her eyes. She tried forcing the contours of the room to fit those of her familiar bedroom, but it wouldn't work. Then, groggily, she remembered, she wasn't at home. She had tried on a sexy spacesuit at the costume shop and entered into this spaceship via the secret door. She smiled as she remembered the orgasm she had experienced at the tingling hands of her new alien friend, Staxl and how they had saved her from the savage space pirates. Reluctantly she got out of the impossibly comfortable bed. She rubbed her head where she had been injured, but apart from a slight bump, there seemed to be no after-effects. She stood naked in front of a large mirror. She did something then that she rarely did in the real world, she admired her body. Her huge breasts swelled out from her rib cage, hanging above her navel. She could detect the beginning of some stretch marks on their upper slopes, but they were still full and round, swaying out beyond her biceps. Sure, she had a bit of a pot belly, but nothing she couldn't suck in easily. She thought her legs were firm, and quite well toned. She would have argued they were her best feature, but no-one ever saw past her tits. She giggled at her reflection, "you, Mrs Benn," she said to her reflection coquettishly, "are one hot lady, all alone on a spaceship with horny aliens." Her room was rather clinical, mirror and steel surfaces abounded. She had no recollection of coming here the night before. She approached a door which opened automatically, revealing a functional shower room. She showered quickly, and then found her discarded space-suit. She squeezed herself into it once more, marvelling at how it managed to be so tight and contain her gargantuan chest. She remembered then that Staxl had slit it down to below her pubic area, so her bush was now on permanent display. Walking around with her pussy on show, and her breasts barely contained beneath the silver lycra would have been unbearable previously, but she accepted it. This was part of what the adventure in this world demanded she knew. She stepped out of her room and onto the corridor. She didn't know where she was going, but figured she would find someone, or something, soon enough. Tina walked along featureless, well lit corridors without coming across anyone. She became increasingly disorientated and then thirsty. There didn't seem to be any doors, or directions. She tried to ignore the rising panic she was feeling when she realised she had no chance of even retracing her steps. Then a familiar voice sounded through the corridor. "Hello Tina, this is Staxl. I can see you on the monitors. My apologies, I was going to come and fetch you. Stay where you are and a drone will guide you here." Tina waved her thanks, assuming the monitors would pick her up, although she could detect no cameras. Within minutes a small hovering cigar shaped droid came round the corner and hovered patiently in front of her. It lowered down slowly, following the contours of her body. It hesitated at her breasts, inspecting each one before following the open front of her jump suit, down to her exposed vulva. There it came closer, hovering an inch away from her bush. She watched as it tentatively came forward, and after a moment's hesitation, nuzzled along her pussy lips like an affectionate dog. Just as she thought, and if she was honest, maybe hoped, it was going to penetrate, it suddenly stopped and retreated, as if it had remembered where it was. It looked up at her, sheepishly she thought, and then turned hastily, waiting for her to follow. Within minutes she found herself in a small canteen room. At one of the four tables, Staxl, her blue-skinned friend from yesterday was seated with several plates of food in front of him. He smiled, revealing a fine line of white teeth, his broad face revealing surprise at how pleased he was to see her. "I had a number of breakfast options prepared. I didn't know what you would like," he said eagerly. Before Tina was sumptuous grapefruit, generous pancakes, but most tempting of all, a plate of bacon and sausage. She realised how hungry she was, and tried not to appear greedy as she tucked in. "So, what exactly are you doing out here in space?" she asked inbetween mouthfuls. "We're part of the Federation. Our mission is to encourage the Jigglies to join the federation." "The Jigglies?" "A planet we're approaching now. A peaceful, matriarchal society, they are vulnerable to attacks from the types of pirates you encountered. But they're also suspicious and cautious and wish to be independent. So we need to win their trust." "Oh, I see," Tina wasn't really sure she saw at all, and was in fact eyeing a second plate of bacon. She tried to slide it over without Staxl noticing. "Ah, I wondered if your orgasm yesterday would make you hungry," he commented indelicately. "Is that normal?" "Erm, I don't know. I think it's the space-ship." Looking for a change of subject, she asked, "so what is the crew on the ship?" "As I mentioned there are just three of us. I am the chief scientist, and if needed, ship's doctor, Gonga is our engineer and Captain Floban is in charge. These big ships run themselves, the live crew are really just here for unexpected events." Tina was sure he cast an eye at her chest as he said this. She couldn't help herself and enquired flirtatiously, "do I count as an unexpected event?" Staxl almost seemed flustered, and he addressed his reply to her cleavage, "err, yes, definitely an unexpected event. By the way, the Captain asked me to pass on his congratulations at your sexual climax yesterday." "What?" Now it was Tina's turn to feel flustered, "he knows about that?!" Staxl looked surprised, "why, yes, of course, all public areas of the ship are video monitored." "Oh," Tina realised she would probably have to be more discrete. Then chuckled to herself, she was wearing the tightest outfit possible that barely contained her massive breasts, and was cut open to reveal her pussy. Being discrete wasn't a likely outcome of this adventure. And besides, the thought of the Captain watching her be stimulated to orgasm rather pleased her. Tina wasn't sure if it was telepathy, or just good intuition, but Staxl seemed to have a way of knowing what she was thinking, for his next question was "does the knowledge of the Captain watching you cause further arousal in you?" He asked his questions in such a matter of fact, non-judgemental way that she felt compelled to be honest. "I don't know. I haven't thought about it before. But, yes, I think it does." "He is not of your species, so I don't know if he will have found it sexually stimulating." "What species is he?" she asked, a bit disappointed that he wouldn't have found it arousing. "An Igoadza -- they are amphibians, very intelligent. You will meet him later today." Tina finished her breakfast and pushed the plate away. "What happens now? I don't know where I came from or how to get back. Should I be doing something?" She wasn't scared as she had been in the last adventure, she knew that somehow she would end up back in the costume shop, that she needed to let this adventure work itself out. "We will be in communication distance with the Jigglies soon, so our mission will develop from there. Until then, we just have to wait." Staxl finished speaking but continued to look at her, or rather at her escaping breast flesh. While she had been eating one nipple had almost come free from the tight confines of the space suit. Could it be that her implacable alien friend was becoming a tit-man? She suppressed a giggle, or rather a tit-alien? She shifted under his gaze, "is there something else?" "Well, I've noticed that your nipples have become hardened again, indicating a mild level of arousal. Maybe it was the thought of the Captain watching you that has caused it. I was wondering if I might monitor their stimulation?" He had a funny way of seducing a girl, Tina thought, so she toyed with him a bit. "Hmm, I don't know, monitoring by hooking me up to a machine you mean? I think that would stop any arousal. And it's not just the thought of the captain that has caused me to get aroused. I seem to be in a constant state of arousal on this ship. Plus you keep staring at my boobs." If someone has blue skin, what colour do they go when they blush? Tina guessed it was a kind of Byzantium as visible wave of this ran down Staxl's body. "Oh, I apologise. I must confess, I find your breasts an object of much fascination, I am unable to say why. As for the machine, I see your point, there would be an observation effect. Perhaps dextrous monitoring would be more suitable?" "Do you mean you want to feel my tits Staxl?" Tina was enjoying herself. "You only have to ask nicely." "Oh, okay. Please can I feel your, erm, 'tits'?" She leant across the table, her huge breasts squashing onto its surface. "Be my guest" she smiled. Staxl tentatively brought his hand up to her left breast, the one with the partially exposed nipple and slipped his hand inside her top. With some relief the breast slid free of its confines. He rolled the bud of her hardening nipple between his fingers and Tina felt the small electrical impulses from his fingertips spread out across her body. She sighed contentedly, "I do like it when you play with my tits Staxl." She closed her eyes and let him gently massage her nipple. He extracted the right breast and worked on that too, so her whole upper body was a tingling, sensual mass. It was unlike anything she had experienced before. Then she was aware of a presence next to her. She opened her eyes to see a tall humanoid, with pale, grey white skin, and an almost square, bald skull. His long arms loped down by his side and he was grinning affably. Staxl withdrew his hands from Tina's breasts, although the tingling took a while to subside. She sat upright quickly. "Tina, this is Gonga, our engineer." Staxl introduced him calmly, as if he hadn't just been openly groping Tina's breasts. She tried to copy his nonchalant manner and extended her hand out in greeting, but realised that her breasts were still exposed, as was her pussy, which Gonga had a clear view of, standing at her side. This shook her attempt at nonchalance by she tried to act as if it were the most natural thing in the world to have your large, erect nipples and moist pussy on display. Gonga shook her hand with a painfully firm grasp. "Pleased to meet you," he said in a slow voice, concentrating on each word. Unlike Staxl, who was naked, but who had no features on his skin so it scarcely mattered, Gonga wore a simple loin cloth of the same washed out grey colour as his skin. "Gonga is of the Tumulta species. They are generally shy, first rate engineers, peaceful folk." Staxl continued to give Tina a synopsis of the character traits of the Tumulta species, including their planet habitat (hot and humid), diet (fruit), and civilisation (few large cities, often underground). Gonga himself offered no information, just smiling shyly, and ogling Tina's breasts. When Staxl got onto the reproductive practice of the Tumulta she found herself paying more attention. "The male and female live apart for long periods of time. The males are adept at suppressing hormone production to reduce sexual drive during these periods. This makes them ideal for long distance space travel as there are none of those tensions associated with more sexually active species. They store up large quantities of semen to ensure reproduction on the few times when copulation occurs. This is evidenced by their large scrotal sack." Being around 8 foot tall, Gonga's loin cloth was directly at head height for the seated Tina. It suddenly twitched noticeably. She stopped listening to Staxl and fixed her attention on it. The twitch happened again, and this time the loin cloth lifted up. It hung down to his knees but was now being dragged up by the stiffening rod underneath it. Staxl ceased his anthropological overview as he noticed it also. "Interesting," he said. "As well as their natural sexual suppressant we also pump out a chemical in the air, which should have the same effect. But despite these factors, the display of your breasts and reproductive area seems to be causing him arousal." He addressed Gonga in a few words of his own language. Tina was transfixed by the loin cloth. It moved again, and this time she caught sight of the bottom of the large scrotal sack that Staxl had mentioned. It seemed to end about halfway down Gonga's thigh, so was over a foot in length. No wonder he wore a loin cloth, putting that thing inside trousers would have been impossible, not to mention painful. "He says he finds you very attractive. Tumulta women have one large single breast, and the manner in which your space suit is squeezing yours together reminds him of his wife's breast. He hopes his arousal is not disturbing for you." "No, not at all. Far from it." "Would you like to see his phallus? I think it will be evident soon." "Yes," Tina didn't know why she felt so horny all the time, but she felt an overwhelming desire to see Gonga's erect member and his large testicle. She had to see it. "Tell him I really want to see his cock and that lovely big ball of his." She never talked dirty like this, but found it suddenly thrilling. Her had lowered to her exposed pussy and she opened her legs to stroke it gently. This was the tipping point for Gonga and his cock flipped the loin cloth upwards to reveal itself. It was about 10 inches long, so not as big as the ogre's she had seen. It had an almost square tip, reminiscent of Gonga's skull. But it seemed small in comparison to the hefty single testicle that swung beneath it. This was the size of a water melon, covered in smooth, taut grey skin. "Oh my God," Tina exclaimed, "look at that ball sack! It's enormous!" She reached out to cup it in both hands, she wanted to feel its weight, but stopped and looked at Staxl. "Is it ok if I touch it? Will he mind?" Staxl translated and by way of response Gonga grabbed Tina's hands and placed them firmly on his scrotum. Tina kneaded it gently, the way men fondle breasts. It was very heavy, a couple of kilograms she guessed. She shuddered at how much semen it must contain. She then brought her face to it and kissed it all over, then worked her way to the base of his penis. "Do you like his, what did you call it?" Staxl asked, enjoying this up close study. "His cock Staxl. And yes, I love his cock," Tina cradled the ball sack in one hand and ran her hand up his shaft with the other. She was going to get fucked by this thing she was determined in that. "Staxl, Staxl, this is Captain Floban!" a stern voice called out over the intercom, dispersing the sexual haze Tina was descending into. "Please send the human woman to my office immediately." Gonga backed away, his cock slipping tantalisingly from Tina's grasp. "You had best go," Staxl said with regret. "The droid will guide you." Angry and frustrated Tina stamped off, following the droid. She didn't have much sex in the real world, to be interrupted in this one seemed unfair. This Captain had better have a pretty good excuse or she was going to give him what for. ++++++++++++++++++ "Enter" called the same commanding voice she had heard over the intercom. Tina Benn stepped inside the office. Seated at a desk, or rather, on the desk was a three foot long frog-like creature. It blinked at Tina and she realised then that she had not put her breasts back into her suit, and as always, her pussy was still exposed. Added to this she was in a somewhat dishevelled state as she had just been on the brink of going herself over to lust. This was not the manner in which the Captain normally met passengers she guessed. "Hello, Tina is it? I am Captain Floban." His voice was deep and sonorous but not as harsh as it had sounded over the intercom. "I appreciate your coming to see me, particularly as you were just about to engage in sexual intercourse. I understand that you need a high level of sexual stimulus, so my apologies for cutting that short." What did he mean "a high level of sexual stimulus" Tina wondered, but remained silent. Her anger was subsiding though. "Please, sit down," the Captain indicated. "The reason I called you here is that we are just about to have a communication window in which to speak to Jigglie queen, and I wanted to introduce you. I think you may be able to help us." "Meet the queen?" Tina exclaimed. "But I'm, look, I'm..." she indicated her clothing and started pulling her space suit around her breasts. "No, no, don't do that. In fact it is your wonderful assets that make you so perfect for us. You see the Jigglies are a matriarchal society, the species characterised by their large, relative to other species and their own body size, breasts. This makes them highly desirable as sex slaves or prostitutes in the Galaxy. They are going to be targeted by a colony of the space pirates that we rescued you from. We can protect them and save them, but they are a very proud species, and distrusting of males. "But you could pass for a Jigglie yourself. And your insatiable sexual appetite would be deemed very impressive in their culture." Tina wanted again to protest about having an insatiable sexual appetite, but she let the strange frog creature continue. "If you can gain their trust, then we can sign the Confederation Trust Treaty with them, and they will be protected then. The space pirates will not go near them." "I see," Tina said. "Okay, I'll try." "Thank you, it is very important. And can I say, I find your breasts very sexually attractive, even as an Igoadza. Our females do not have breasts, but I think they remind me of the swollen throat glands of the females when we are in reproductive mode, which as everyone knows, are very sexy." Having her breasts compared to swollen throat glands didn't sound like a compliment, but Tina supposed that it was. "Thankyou," she said. The screen behind the Captain's desk flickered into life. The picture pixelated, disappeared, and then cleared to reveal the sexiest woman Tina had ever seen. She had bright platinum blonde hair cut into a clinical bob, large blue eyes, sharp cheekbones and full lips. She was dressed in short, shimmering silver top that stopped halfway down her breasts. These were perfect spheres, like false obviously false boobs Tina had seen, but she knew they were real on this woman. The size and shape of her boobs was accentuated by the slender waist and lithe limbs. She wore a short skirt of the same shimmering material, and her long, sleek legs stretched out before her. If the rest of the women were half as sexy as this Queen then she knew the Captain was right, the space pirates would be after them. Tina felt dumpy and fat in comparison, and involuntarily covered her exposed breasts. "Greetings Captain Floban, this is Queen Jigglie here, can you see us clearly." God yes, thought Tina, in all your painful beauty. "Receiving you loud and clear Queen Jigglie. Captain Floban commends you on your beauty today." The Queen snorted. "So Captain, you wish us to sign the Confederation Trust Treaty. Why should we surrender our sovereignty to the confederation. We are a proud race. I fear you wish us to become boring like all your male dominated societies." "Not at all," Floban protested in a reassuring tone. "We want your traditions and culture to persevere. We only wish to offer you the safety and protection of the confederation to allow this." Mrs Benn - Astronaut Ch. 02 The Queen sneered, and was about to dismiss his well-meaning remark when she caught sight of Tina. "Is that the human woman you sent me the video of? Come closer human." Tina looked at Floban. "You sent her the video of Staxl and me?" she mouthed silently. He shrugged, "you'll see why." Tina moved to stand next to the amphibian captain. "My, my, those are indeed breasts worthy of a Jigglie," the Queen commented. "Lift them up so I can see them closer." Lacking any idea of an alternative course of action, Tina scooped her considerable breasts into her hands and proffered them towards the screen. "Oh yes, they'll do. And the human is insatiably sexual Captain?" Tina made to protest but Floban cut her short, "oh yes. In fact I had to interrupt her as she was about to indulge in fellatio with our Tumultan engineer." Tina couldn't really deny this, but it sounded worse when relayed in this manner. The Queen was intrigued and leaned forwared, her sensuous frame sliding over her chair like a snake over a branch. "A Tumultan? Tell me human, do they have the scrotal sack which legend speaks of? I have never seen one." Tina nodded enthusiastically, "oh yes. It's massive, it must be painful to carry around." "How big?" the Queen demanded. Tina indicated a size about the size of her head with her hands, "about this big." "Wow, it must contain a good quantity of spunk. Tell me human, would you have had sexual intercourse with the Tumultan if you hadn't been interrupted?" Tina had found that direct honest was the best policy in these fantasy worlds so she nodded, "oh yes. I really wanted to." The Queen clapped, her perfect globes bouncing and colliding like Newton's cradles balls as she did so. "Then I have a proposition. In 8 hours it is the Feast of the Phallus. Every year the Jigglies have a champion woman who mates in an orgy with 3 males who have been selected as the most virile, in the high ceremony. She always bests them I sexual competition. At the same time all mothers who have a son who has turned 18 years old masturbate him to climax. The nation climaxes at the same time. This is the ceremony that allows sons to sever attachment to their mothers and focus on a new mate, without denial. "Now, ordinarily it is the Queen, or her daughter, who is the champion. It is a role I have enjoyed over the past 10 years. But this year it is my son who turns 18 and so I should be performing the departing ceremony with him. My daughter is 17, and so is too young to be the champion. So I propose that you, human, act as our champion this year. It would be a fitting symbol for our entry into the Confederation." Tina was dumbfounded. The Captain looked at her with pleading eyes. "I... I can't just have sex with three strangers," Tina protested. "Well, obviously we don't have time to ship our three selected males to you, so the crew would have to act in their proxy. You have already orgasmed with the one called Staxl, you have just said you were eager to have sex with the Tumultan. That only leaves the Captain. For a woman of your sexual appetites I am sure that is not too much to ask." Floban put the microphone on to mute, "I understand it is a lot to ask Tina. But before you arrived we had no means of overcoming the pride of the Jigglies. And now you are here, the perfect solution. It seems like your presence here was fate -- I don't believe in such things, but it is surely as close to it as I will ever see. You've seen the pirates, you've seen the Jigglies, imagine what will happen if they land there. They need you." She bit her lip, he was right, it was a small sacrifice to make. The Captain flipped the microphone back on as she nodded assent to the Queen, "allright, I'll be your champion." Mrs Benn - Astronaut Ch. 03 Tina spent the rest of the day in her room. She tried not to think about the upcoming event, but inevitably her mind would turn to it with a mixture of anxiety, shame and undeniable excitement. When evening arrived, she showered, and lacking any alternative, donned her space suit outfit again. Not that it matters much, she thought, I'll be naked soon enough. The drone collected her and she followed it to the central hub. There waiting for her were Staxl, Gonga and Floban, all holding drinks. They grinned sheepishly. How are you supposed to act with someone you are about to have sex with? It suddenly seemed like a sordid wife swap party on a depressing housing estate. Staxl saved her from running away by stepping forward and offering her a blue drink in a cocktail glass. "You look beautiful Tina," he said. As he handed her the drink, he commented, "I have been doing some analysis. It seems the same chemicals we pump into the environment to inhibit sexual arousal have the opposite effect on your human physiology." She sipped the drink, "so the air on this ship is making me horny?" "Yes, partly. I have taken the liberty of synthesising that chemical with a recovery compound and adding it to your drink." She stopped drinking, "what?" "Well," he continued, quite pleased with himself, "as I understand it, the desired outcome of the Feast of the Phallus is that the champion woman figuratively bests the male suitors in a form of sexual combat. So she must be able to outstay them in sexual virility and arousal. The compound in that drink will enhance your own considerable innate sexual ability. You will reach heightened levels of arousal and desire, but also have rapid recovery periods." Tina looked at the drink, 'so basically it makes me an insatiable space slut?" Staxl shifted, "erm, yes, that is the intended effect." She shrugged, "I'm not sure I need it Staxl, but here goes!" And with that she swallowed the remainder of the glass. At this point the screens around them, which covered all walls, flickered into life. Queen Jigglie came into view. She was as stunning as Tina remembered her, this time dressed in a silver monokini, the two thin straps straining over her gravity defying boobs. "Greetings Captain Floban and the crew. I trust you are ready for the Feast of the Phallus?" "We think so Queen, although we hope to do it justice, being newcomers to this ritual. Is there anything we should do?" "No, just say the ritual greeting 'Phallus we conquer thee," then let the fun commence. Human woman, remember you have to bring all the men to climax, and they must want no more before the ceremony ends. "This is my son, Junta, he will be watching with me, while I conduct the home ritual." The camera panned back to reveal a platinum haired youth, naked except for some silver shorts. Protruding from these was a substantial erection, which the Queen was slowly masturbating. He waved shyly, "you look a worthy champion human, I hope to cast my seed over your image soon." "Err, thankyou." Tina was rather intrigued by the sight of his erection, and the Queen's slight hand sliding up and down its length. She turned to the others. "I suppose we start then?" The four clinked glasses and chorused "Phallus we conquer thee!" "Erm, Staxl," Tina asked as she put down her glass "how do I make you climax? You don't have any, erm, equipment." "As I mentioned, we mate telepathically. If you will permit me to connect with your mind at some stage during the proceedings I can mate with you in this manner. It is quite stimulating and a good telepathic connection is enough to drain most of us males. Plus," he added, "I must confess that the physical stimulation we have been engaging in through touch has been arousing for me as well as you. I am particularly stimulated by manipulating your breasts." Tina sighed, always the tits. "Then I suggest we start there then." She sidled up to him, "Staxl, would you do me the honour of manipulating my big, aching tits?" She wasn't sure why she was talking like this, maybe it was that drink. Staxl obliged, bringing both his hands up to her breasts and squeezing them free from the space suit. He began to gently massage each nipple and Tina felt the familiar tingling sensation spread out from his finger tips. "Ooooh," she shuddered, "old magic fingers is back." The screens had lost the image of Queen Jigglie and her son, and replaced them with images of the crew themselves. So Tina was surrounded by close-ups of her own enormous knockers being moulded and groped by Staxl. He was being firmer now, kneading each breast, pushing the electrical stimulus deep into the tissue. She moaned softly. "May I suck one of them?" the amphibian Captain asked politely. He hopped onto the table and opened his mouth. A long tongue snaked out and wrapped her breast, coating it in saliva. It deftly rolled around her nipple, flicking and licking it. "Now, that's a tongue Captain. Tell me, do you have a cock to reproduce with? How will you climax?" He withdrew his tongue to answer, but continued to stroke her breast with his face, as Staxl continued his manipulations with the other breast. "We do not have a phallus as such. We reproduce by using our tongues. At the point of climax, the Igoadza male tongue hardens like a rod and acts a channel to pass sperm down into the gullet of the female." "Oh," Tina said, rather wishing she hadn't asked as that sounded rather like he was going to puke when he came. But as he returned to licking her boob with his thick ten inch tongue she decided not to worry about it. The Captain opened his throat wide at this point and took the whole of her breast into his mouth. No man had ever managed this due to their size. It felt amazing as her nipple was rubbing at the back of his throat and his tongue slithered all over her soaking wet tit. She looked over to see Gonga watching the proceeding shyly, sporting a massive erection which had flipped aside his loin cloth, and swaying beneath it his enormous single ball. She shuddered at the sight of it, and indicated for him to come over. He stood next to her awkwardly, looming over her and she cradled his head down to hers. She kissed him passionately and her hand slid down to grasp his impressive cock. Her hand could barely enclose its rectangular bulb and she wondered what it would feel like inside her. "I'm glad you've got a cock," she panted. "I can't wait for you to fuck me." She caressed his tight scrotum, "and god knows what will happen when this empties. I'm practically coming just thinking about it." The large engineer smiled, and reached down to tug her space suit from her body. With one powerful heave he pulled it down, leaving her naked. He stood behind her, pushing his cock into the small of her back. She looked up at the screen to see the Captain feasting on her left boob, Staxl working methodically on her right one, and Gonga holding her shoulders in his large hands and rubbing his cock against her. She was already dishevelled and looking blissed out. There just seemed so much of her naked flesh to go around, like any less than three attendants on her would be a waste. Now this was an adventure, she thought. Staxl moved his hand down and began stroking her labia. His electrical stimulation in her already aroused state made her shudder excitedly. "Shit," she thought, "I'm already close to orgasm." She removed the Captain gently from her breast so she could suck on Gonga's tool, being tired of it rubbing against her back. She clambered up onto the table, her pendulous breasts swinging below her. Staxl inserted two of his lengthy digits into her wet pussy and she pushed back on his hand. Gonga's taut ball sack swung before her face and she caressed it before smothering its smooth surface with kisses. She sucked and nibbled at the grey skin, the way men did with her own breasts. It was of a similar size and she found herself similarly fascinated by it. Tina worked her way around its surface, simultaneously rocking back and forth on Staxl's finger fucking. She caught sight of her magnified image on the screens as she came to the base of Gonga's alien love pump. Her eyes were filled with lust and desire. 'God, I really am a wanton space slut', she thought as she slurped her way around the length of his shaft. That image of herself excited her more and she increased her rocking motion. Staxl responded by sliding a third digit inside her and this was accompanied by a burst of the electrical stimulus which flooded through her. She gripped Gonga's cock with both hands like she was eating a large burrito and arched her back. "Shiit, coming, sorry!" A quick orgasm pulsed through her and she sat upright, thrusting her chest into Gonga. He responded by mauling both of her boobs in his big paws. Her lower body felt awash with a mass of tingling pulses, ferreting here and there before dying away. She felt disappointed, she'd come already, she was supposed to outlast all of the males. But then she didn't feel like she needed to rest, or any comedown as she might have usually done. As Gonga continued to grope her tits, she found herself becoming more aroused. She needed to come again. This must be that drug cocktail that Staxl created she surmised. God, it felt good. She bent down and took the peculiarly shaped head of Gonga's penis in her mouth. It didn't have a slit like a male penis, just a circular hole in the middle. She covered this in spittle and opened her mouth. It didn't taste of much in particular, but it certainly filled her mouth. The corners weren't sharp, but they weren't rounded and smooth like a human cock. She rolled her tongue around these edges, and Gonga moaned with a deep rumble. She broke free and turned herself around. Looking back over her shoulder she offered her rump up to the tall engineer. "Fuck me Gonga, I need that big, Tumultan cock inside my pussy now." God, just talking like this was making her want to come. Gonga positioned himself behind her and guided his member to her moist entrance. He gave a gentle push but it wouldn't go in. It's size and unusual shape made entry difficult. Tina was determined that with three males servicing her, at least one would fuck her, so she reached behind and pushed the head sideways so it was half in and then twisted to get the other side in. The rectangular head was now in her and it felt freakish, it's edges pushing against her walls in unusual places. He pushed it in further, gently and she let out a whimper. The Captain was sitting in front of her, watching the proceedings with eager interest. She kissed him on the mouth and his long tongue was immediately in her mouth, wrapping around her own. This is one frog I don't want to turn into a prince she thought, not with that tongue. She slurped hungrily on it as he withdrew it. "My tits, Captain, please lick my tits." He nestled between them and she felt his magnificent tongue go to work on her nipples, sucking, rolling, pinching, tweaking. She looked up to the video screen to see a close up of Gonga's manhood (alienhood?) entering her distended pussy. She seemed to be soaked down there, her legs glistened. He was only about halfway in, so she pushed back, gasping as his full length went into her. Tina cradled the base of the Captain's body as he worked away feverishly on her boobs. Nestling her head into his back she murmured, "fuck me Gonga, just fuck me." Gonga withdrew his cock to nearly its full length and then slid it back in, once, twice gently and then increased his rhythm. Tina felt his football sized scrotum whacking into her thighs. With each deep stroke she called out "yes, Gonga, yes, Gonga." And then Staxl tweaked her clitoris with his magical fingers and she was instantly coming again. "Holy fuck!" she shouted. "I love fucking you guys. I'm coming, yes, coming like a space slut!" She felt her vulva contract and grip Gonga's penis like it never wanted to let go. She did the same with the Captain's legs, holding them tight while he swallowed a whole boob and sucked it deep into his thorax. She was shuddering, vibrating and then she heard a voice in her head. "Hello Tina, this is Staxl. Can I connect with you?" "Yes, fuck yes!" she screamed, but wasn't sure if she actually vocalised it or it was only in her head. "I seem to be reaching a high state of arousal, and you?" "Staxl, I can't stop coming." "I would like to climax too, this means transferring some of my mental stimulation to you. Is that satisfactory?" "Yes, mind fuck me Staxl, mind fuck me now!" With that, her whole body seemed to be not receiving the electrical stimulation but rather emitting it. She felt as though sparks were flying from her nipples and clitoris. A million images of sexual fantasy and climax flashed through her mind, and she felt as though she was experiencing all of them. She knew she was having a continual orgasm, that her body was shaking. It made her scared, but she didn't want it to stop. Then the images cleared and only Staxl was there in her mind. She pictured herself running at him, jumping on him, forcing him to the ground and manically dry humping him. His eyes grew wide, as she ground into him, he groped frantically at her breasts and then, he exploded. All of him, in a big blue mess. She screamed out loud as this caused the nerve endings in her body to all fire simultaneously. She collapsed downward, hugging the Captain. Gonga stopped his pumping and withdrew his cock. Staxl staggered back, collapsing in a chair. "Are you okay?" Floban asked, extracting himself from her breasts. She wiped some drool from her mouth, "yes, fine. Staxl just gave me the most magnificent mind fuck." "Ah, I see. I have heard that is something to experience. It certainly seems to have done for our friend," he indicated Staxl who was slumped in the chair, a dazed look on his face. "Should we stop now?" Tina was about to say yes, she didn't see how she could continue after that. She knew she'd only outlasted one of them, but she couldn't come again. And then, accidentally, the tip of Gonga's tool brushed against her buttocks and she felt instantly rejuvenated. And horny. She smiled down at the Captain, "oh no. I haven't had that big filthy tongue of yours inside my hot pussy yet." The Captain blinked and then smiled, "and that, dear Tina, I am only too happy to set straight." Tina rolled over, Gonga looked confused, so she reached out to stroke his dripping cock. "This," she squeezed it, "belongs in here, don't you think?" She moulded her gargantuan tits together to form a deep cleavage. Gonga nodded happily and straddled here chest. Captain Floban moved around to her groin and began lapping at her swollen lips. The broad, wet surface of his tongue soothed her inflamed labia and she moaned appreciatively. Gonga took over holding her breasts and created a deep tunnel which he guided his cock into. His heavy testicle dragged lazily along her belly. The Captain probed inside her with his tongue and she cradled her legs around him. After experiencing such a complete orgasm only minutes before could she really be ready to go again, she wondered. The answer, as Gonga's bulbous head emerged for her to lick, was a definite yes. They continued this way for several minutes, slurping, grunting, moaning, each lost to their task. Then the screens changed from their own image to that of the Queen. She looked decidedly less composed than she had done previously. Both of her breasts had slipped from the thin straps of her suit and her nipples extended by over an inch, looking painfully engorged. Her right hand was working her son's cock at a frantic pace and the poor boy looked completely spaced out. "Good work human, it has been a most entertaining show. I think we now need to reach the climax. Make the males come, finish them off with your insatiable sexual appetite. My son needs to shoot but I must get him to the end." "Yes Queen," Tina said. "We'll all come for you." "Do you want to see how the others are enjoying it?" Tina licked the end of Gonga's tip quickly, "others? What others?" "All of the Jigglies of course. Everyone watches the Feast of the Phallus." Tina had thought it was just the Queen. "Everyone?! How many is that?" The Queen was massaging her own perfect breasts, "oooh, about three million. Even if they don't have sons of the right age, most couples watch it and participate, or they throw Phallus parties." Oh God, three million Jigglies had been watching her be fucked. Were watching her now as she was tit-fucked and licked to another orgasm. The screen flickered and showed what Tina assumed was a Phallus party. Four couples, all the men lean and beautiful, all the women perfectly shaped like their Queen were rutting in unison. They waved at the camera. It flickered again to show a boy being sucked by his mother, another flicker and one woman was greedily sucking on two cocks, while a woman licked at her pussy. And so it continued, image after image of beautiful people fucking and wanking, all watching Tina. Three million of them, all willing her to come. She moaned aloud and pulled the Captain into her more tightly with her legs. He took the cue and his tongue penetrated deep inside her. It moved and writhed and sought out sensitive areas in a way no cock ever could. She grabbed Gonga's cock and sucked heavily on it. He too understood the cue and began pounding her breasts with hard heavy strokes, his scrotum bashing up against them. The images continued, a woman with outstanding breasts, lifting them up as her husband sprayed them with come, a teenage boy ejaculating across the room, two women sucking greedily on one well endowed man. "Oh God," Tina wailed. "Captain, do it, do it, come in me. I need it." The captain's tongue was lashing around inside her, she thrashed in response to it. And then she was coming, her back arched as the Captain gripped her tightly with his arms. She felt his tongue suddenly straighten and harden, like a long thin penis it drove deep up inside her, she flinched back, and with convulsion of his throat a huge flood of liquid poured into her. "I'm coming, I'm coming, Gonga, please, come now!" She went to grab his cock but he pulled it back. Then she saw his ball sack suck up inside his body and slam down on her belly. His cock erupted like a fire extinguisher. A huge amount of foamy white liquid shot forth, into her face, over her head and onto the screens, and in her hair. Tina screamed as another orgasm shot through her, her limbs locking tightly. The ball sack disappeared again and slammed down once more, coating all of her breasts. A third pump put a layer on top of these. Two more loads were to come, coating the bed, the chairs and the surfaces, but mostly Tina. Finally it subsided and his limp cock lay forlornly amidst the lakes of goo on Tina's belly. His scrotum had now shrunken to the size of walnut. The Captain extracted his tongue from her dripping pussy with a noisy, sucking slurp. Gonga slipped off her and she struggled to sit up. His come poured down off her, dripping from her arms and forming puddles on the floor. She looked down and there was a small dry patch where Gonga had sat and then around her push a large pool of dark purple liquid oozed from her down her thighs where the Captain had ejaculated. The screen now fixed back to the Queen. She was composing herself, tidying her hair and returning her luscious breasts inside her outfit. She clapped, and Tina noticed a good quantity of come on one hand. "Bravo, bravo. That was certainly one of the best displays we have had. And such a quantity of semen! We should definitely have a Tumultan at all our ceremonies. And you, human, what sexual prowess. To finish off three different species in sexual competition. Mrs Benn - Astronaut Ch. 03 "We are definitely happy to sign the Treaty now. Captain you have it there I believe?" Tina couldn't believe it was straight down to business. She wiped some of the goo from her face so she could see without it dripping into her eyes. The Captain laid out the document on a different (drier) table and went to sign it. "Hold on," the Queen commanded. "All of you gather round, we would like a picture of this moment for our history records." Peeling herself off the table Tina looked for her outfit or a towel, but Staxl grabbed her arm. He still looked dazed, but so did they all. He guided her to the table. Each step she took, alien come dripped from her onto the floor. The four of them stood by the table, Tina covered head to toe, in two types of alien semen, her smile one of bewilderment. A flash and the photo was taken, the one that would be present in Jigglie history books for many years. "Thankyou Queen Jigglie," Floban said. "We shall be in contact again later." "And thankyou for a fantastic night's entertainment. We will not forget it." And then she was gone. The crew all looked at each other, then laughed. "That was certainly not the conclusion to our mission I was expecting," the Captain said. "I think I'd best get cleaned up," Tina said. "Look at me. Boy, Gonga, when you shoot a load, you really do shoot a load." She picked up her suit and headed back to her cabin. As she was about to leave Staxl stopped her and kissed her. She smiled at him, she was really very fond of this strange blue creature. "I think my chemical compound was a success," he commented. "I'll say. I'm still a bit horny now." "In that case let me give you these." He dropped a packet of tablets into her suit. "They are pills containing the compound. If ever you feel you should need them again." "Hmm, you know Staxl, I just might." She returned to her cabin, and showered for an hour to remove all the alien come from her body. She dried herself and slipped into her figure hugging outfit. At a bit of a loss as what to do, she decided to explore the ship and stepped out of her cabin. EPILOGUE It was no surprise to find herself back in the changing room in the costume shop. Her mission in that world had been achieved. But even so, she felt an emotional crash at being separated from her new friends and being back in such a drab existence. With reluctance she picked up her clothes to get changed again. There was a tentative knock at the door. "Erm, hello, it's me. Remember you said you would allow me to inspect the outfit for damage?" Tina stood upright with a bolt. Damage? Staxl had cut a slit all the way down it. Her bush was fully exposed. But she had promised, what could she do? "Erm, okay, there may be some accidental damage though," she said through the door. "Oh," he sounded disappointed. "Please can I see it?" She sighed and opened the door, stepping out. The shopkeeper let out an involuntary gasp as he took in her gargantuan breasts struggling to break free of the tight suit, and then the extended opening that left her crotch exposed. "Erm, it appears to be damaged," he said, indicating towards her crotch. "It, kinda, ripped," she offered. He bent over to inspect it, his face now only 6 inches from her bush. "It looks as though it's been cut," he said. He straightened up, his head knocking one of her breasts as he did so. "Oh, erm, sorry," he stepped back, his eyes fixated on her wobbling chest. "I, look, I'm sorry, but I think I'll have to charge you for the suit. It's damaged and I can't afford to have people try things on and break them. I don't want to." "Oh, well how much is it?" "Eighty pounds," he replied, embarrassed. "Eighty pounds?! I don't have any money on me. And if I put it on card my husband will see it and then he'll want to know why I'm paying money for a fancy dress outfit, and, ..." Tina tailed off, flustered. "Look, look, it's ok. I've got a proposition." Tina looked at him, dubious. She'd had a proposition from Queen Jigglie and it wasn't one she'd care to repeat in this world. "I was going to hire a model to try on a few outfits, and put some photographs online. I do a lot of business online, and well, you look great in the outfit. So instead of me paying a model, you could come here, try it on, I'd do a few photographs. It'd be like outfit of the week, keep people coming back." Tina shook her head, "oh no, I couldn't do that. I mean, look at me." The young man smiled, "I am, and you look fantastic." Tina blushed, "but what if my husband or someone I knew saw the pictures?" She realised then that there was no-one she knew who would see them, because she didn't really know anyone. "I could blur your face a bit so you're not recognisable," he offered. "But, hey, it's ok, I understand. I can probably fix the suit up, don't worry about it." Tina liked that he hadn't pushed it, but she had a fear that it would be difficult for her to come back into the shop and try on any more outfits after damaging this one. With the photo arrangement she had an excuse to come in every week, and she realised now how much she needed that. "Ok, I'll do it. Nothing pervy though, we're just showing off the outfit." He nodded eagerly and fetched his camera. When he returned Tina looked down at her exposed bush, "what shall we do about that? I don't want that on display." "No, no, it wouldn't be an accurate representation of the costume. I'll put some Velcro on it for now to hold it together." With that he snipped off two lengths of Velcro and knelt in front of her. He nervously reached out to her crotch, his hands trembling. "I'll, erm, just stick this bit in here." He peeled the sides of the outfit open so he could stick the Velcro in. He was so close now Tina could feel his breath on her pussy. She tried to stay detached, but felt her nipples harden. The shopkeeper was very intent on his task, as he smoothed the Velcro down his knuckle rubbed along her slit. She quivered and gave a polite cough. "What's your name by the way?" she asked, trying to make small talk to take her mind off her increasing arousal. "Kevin," he replied, a slight shake in his voice. With a pat of her mound the shopkeeper fastened the two pieces together, "there, that seems to work." "I'm Tina," she replied nervously. "I suppose you'd better get snapping then." "Yes, I suppose. I'm not much of a photographer, but you look great so I'm sure any idiot could get a fantastic photo." She blushed at the compliment and then reprimanded herself, 'Tina, you've just been fucked by three aliens live on TV to an audience of 3 million. Don't go acting like a schoolgirl because someone says you look nice.' He was right though, he wasn't much of a photographer. He took a few photos with her standing stiffly, afraid to direct her. Tina decided she should take the initiative. "Shall I do any space girl type poses?" "Erm, yeah, that'd be good. Sorry I don't know much about this. Maybe lean forward, and tussle your hair." She did as he said, aware that a deep cleavage was now thrust toward the camera. She looked at the camera with what she hoped was an ironic sexy lear. "That's great," Kevin enthused. "Now, how about putting your leg up on that crate?" She did as she was directed, looking off into the distance in the type of pose she had seen catalogue models adopt. She was aware Kevin had stopped snapping. "There's something in the suit, spoiling the contours," he said. He stepped forward and reached up for her breast Here it comes she thought, and she was unsure of what her reaction would be. With a swift movement that brushed her nipple he extracted a pack from inside the suit. It was the tablets Staxl had given her. "These must be yours," he offered them. "Yes, thanks. Hay fever," she said quickly. They finished up the photo shoot with Kevin becoming brave enough to take some underneath photos with her leaning over, which she knew would be dominated by the expanse of her breasts hanging down towards the camera, her nipple half exposed where he had extracted the pills. Then it was over, she was flustered, disappointed, relieved. "I'd best get changed I suppose," she said, almost willing him to offer another outfit for her to try. "Yes, I suppose. Thank you very much for the photos, they will be great. Will I, you know, see you next week for another set?" "I'm sure you will Kevin," she winked, "I'm sure you will."