Starship III

Note: This is a story-prompt for jorgamund.

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Space was nippy, but not cold per se. Her skin prickled, but didn’t hurt. She was dressed in nothing but a loin cloth and matching bandeau, her cleavage bulging slightly against the material. Dr. Ferguson said that she had been changed, that her skin was designed to withstand the harsh conditions of outer space. And so it did, not without the occasional itch or twinge of discomfort.

Her belly rocked and gurgled from the movement inside her. It trembled and shuddered as it struggled to accommodate the inhabitants. And the whole time, it felt strangely pressurized, like before, as though it was stretching, getting larger, hoping to accommodate more people. Her body was trying to make a larger vessel. It seemed that her changes were still ongoing.

She could fly now, though it felt more like she was floating rapidly, her body cruising along at vast speeds, her arms bent at a ninety degree angle, raised above her head so her fingers were touching, her knees bent slightly behind her.

But sometimes she changed positions, though she wasn’t sure way, her arms and legs spreading straight, as she turned to her side or back. She didn’t understand it, but she was sure she would in time. There were slight variations in her speed and movement that she would come to appreciate.

They stopped on a nearby planet to replenish supplies, but it turned out being a wasteland, just as the last planet had been. Everyone was nervous and distraught. They whined and fretted and Dr. Ferguson whispered with his assistant. Lauren recorded it all for later analysis. She was still twitching for the extensive disembarkment process, her navel throbbing, not in an unpleasant way, but it was always very sensitive and distracting, her body taking an extra minute to recover.

Ferguson came over, looking grim. He choked slightly on the thin, dry air. “This was the third planet in a row,” he said, gazing up at the bright white sky. “The whole galaxy seems to be close to sun death. It’s extraordinary. Many of the planets we have recorded as inhabited are now desolate.”

Lauren hummed in understanding, recording the data as her system worked to calculate the next nearest planet that would be unlikely to be suffering the drought they kept encountering. It didn’t need to be perfect, to match earth’s gravity or oxygen levels. If they could manage to contact the locals and request supplies to be sent, it would be enough.

“We’re running out of food,” Ferguson sighed.

At that moment, something in Lauren buzzed. She felt her breasts prickle, worse than in travel. More of an internal twinge of sensation, her nipples aching as they pressed harder against her bandeau top, making protruding outlines, the sensation causing her to shiver. Her cleavage bulged more heavily against the material as it stretched and tightened, straining to accommodate the increasing mass of her breasts. “Preparing emergency supply,” Lauren said.

Ferguson looked at her fondly. “We appreciate that Lauren. Though it might not be necessary. But thank you.” He patted what he could reach of the underside of her belly. “We will board.”

“Yes doctor.”

She tilted her body, grimacing as she strained and angled herself to the boarding position that would be easiest for the crew now that they didn’t have a step ladder.

She grunted and tried to stay still as one by one, they stretched and squeezed through her huge belly button, her gut lurching and tensing, as it accommodated each person.

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A week later, they finally found a suitable planet, one on which they could even land.

The sky was a pale color she had never seen or imagined before. The ground was devoid of grass or any vegetation as far as she could see. The locals looked just like humans, but with a golden tinge to their skin that made them look almost shiny under the suns. They were also larger and taller—incredibly tall. Most towered over Lauren and it was extraordinary.

Some stared at her, looking at her outrageously voluptuous dimensions and the huge mass of her belly. Lauren cradled the churning mass and tried to focus on finding a safe place for her crew to disembark.