Starship IV

Note: This is a story-prompt for jorgamund.

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Lauren walked around upon the gray dirt, enjoying the gravity, that made her feel slightly lighter than when she was on earth. Her first priority was finding a safe place for the crew to disembark.

The planet was densely populated, if not overpopulated, and there were no buildings or forestry. Everywhere she went, blank faces stared at her. Occasionally, Lauren would see a native duck into the shelter of a hole in the ground.

She was getting heavier. Even despite the lighter impact of gravity, her belly felt fuller and more weighted. She knew it was getting larger as it stretched to accommodate an even larger crew.

She found her hands resting on the mass against the lurches and gurgles coming from within her. She waddled somewhat, her belly bobbing, and her swollen breasts heaving as they strained against the wrap that contained them.

Sometimes she still couldn’t believe how massive she was. She thought her belly resembled a bolder.

“Excuse me, miss.”

Lauren was surprised to hear English words. Everywhere she walked, the aliens communicated in a hushed language that seemed comprised of hisses and whispers.

At seeing her surprise, the native stretched his mouth in what seemed an attempt at a human smile. “I learned 172 languages while on galactic patrol. You are an earthling, are you not?”

Like the other members of his race, he towered over her. He did not have a shaven head, like most of the others. His hair was long and a deep green color. It hoovered and twisted around his head, as though he was under water.

“Yes, I am an earthling,” she confirmed. “My name is Lauren. I have come to your planet in hopes of purchasing food and supplies. Though I will not presume to speak for my captain. He will disembark shortly.”

“My name is Vrd,” he responded. “There is a fuel station not far from here. It is also a space port, and has a variety of supplies for travelers. I would be happy to guide you there, and translate for you. It is not a far walk.”

“Thank you,” Lauren accepted. She walked alongside Vrd, appreciating how hospitable he was.

There was an internal buzzing.

“Lauren,” Ferguson’s voice rang in her ears. “Tell us about the planet. When will you be ready for us to disembark?”

“You are large for your species,” Vrd said. “And you are with child.”

“I am a bioship,” Lauren corrected him. “The only thing inside me is my crew.” She indicated her jutting stomach.

“Fascinating,” said Vrd. “You humans are quite inventive.”

“Dr. Ferguson is a brilliant scientist,” Lauren responded. At Vrd’s questioning look, she said, “He is the one who turned me into a vessel. He is inside me right now, waiting to disembark.”

“I see. And is this everything you wanted, human?”

Her hips felt heavy and sore, her back protesting against the weight of her girth. Somewhat breathless, Lauren said, “It was my greatest ambition to go to space. Now it is my purpose.” But even she could detect the touch of uncertainty in her words. Her nipples were hard and aching, breasts still heavy with the emergency supply of nourishment being stored within them.

“Understood,” Vrd said with total neutrality.

“Lauren…” Ferguson contacted her again.

But Lauren was distracted as the station came into view. It was cluttered with large, expansive vessels, all cold and metallic, nothing as unique as her. The network of supply shops appeared to be underground, much like every other interior place on the planet. Lauren opened her mouth, intending to inquire about the planet’s intergalactic traffic, when her legs stopped working for some reason. Her body went rigid before she felt herself arching considerably, almost painfully, her belly jutting out as her belly button swelled. She sunk to her knees, belly flushed and straining, jerking with forceful pulses, and she could barely breathe through the pressure shooting to her navel. She felt something beginning to crown from her bellybutton, forcing her open in a dismemberment she had been unprepared for.

Soon Ferguson dropped unceremonious to the ground, Vrd frozen and staring as he watched the scene from her periphery. Still unable to control her body, Lauren dropped to her side, grunting and twitching as the rest of the crew began to disembark. In the meantime Ferguson climbed to his feet and brushed the dust off his clothes. He turned to Vrd and bowed slightly.

“Excuse the display. She was initially on autopilot, but I took manual control. She was ignoring my directives. Can’t have that with a ship.”

Lauren laid limp on the ground, the small crew now gathered around her, looking around.

It took Vrd a moment to respond. “I see,” he said carefully. “My name is—”

“Yes, Vrd. I observed. Pleased to make your acquaintance. I appreciate your offer to translate.”

With that, Ferguson proceeded towards the port. Vrd followed, now a bit wary. The crew members chattered behind in a procession. Lauren climbed up and walked robotically at the rear, her back tensely straight and waddle gone.