Starship II

Note: This is a story-prompt for jorgamund.

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Lauren was getting bigger and bigger. She was rapidly outgrowing her quarters again. But she was quickly set up in more spacious accommodation, with huge furniture, and a massive bed. A giant’s bed. But it made sense. She was almost twelve feet tall by then. Her limbs had thickened more with lean muscle. Her hips had widened and her thighs had thickened.

It was awkward to be towering over everyone else, reminded of how unusual she had become. They called up to her with raised voices when they spoke, but her ears had become more sensitive, and she could hear them with no problem.

At times, though, she couldn’t quite see them. At least not beyond her massive gut. They had to be at just the right angle, as most people seemed to be below the height of her hips by then. And her belly was massive, even on her larger, brawnier body. It was a huge bolder of a mound on her frame, making her feel as though she was pregnant with quintuplets. She waddled around, and even felt unbalanced at times. When she sat down on her mat in the lab, Dr. Ferguson had to practically climb up the steep hill of her flesh to examine her massively protruding belly button.

“Balance is irrelevant,” he assured, after she complained about her mobility issues. “In space, there is no gravity, and balance will be a superfluous notion.”

He prodded her belly button a few times, causing a tremor as she groaned. He then proceeded to stick, not just his finger, but his whole arm through the nub. It sunk down to his elbow, and she could feel him groping around inside her, causing her to grunt as a beeping noise escaped her body from somewhere deep in her chest. It was still bizarre.

“Starship is at 96 percent completion,” Lauren heard herself say in a mechanical voice. “Final construction measures are underway. I will be ready for initial boarding within twelve hours.”

“Excellent,” said Ferguson, withdrawing his arm so abruptly that she yelped. “You have done excellent work, Lauren.” With that, he got started on her daily transfusion, and Lauren felt a little dizzy, but also excited. She was almost ready.

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That evening she had a growth spurt that quelled any hopes for rest.

She spent the night tossing, turning, sweating, aching, and stretching as she steadily outgrew her bed again, feet starting to poke off the bottom now. But it wasn’t just that. Her belly was swelling in horrible contractions that shook her as it got bigger and bigger right before her eyes. Soon it was pinning her down against the mattress and she had to shift to her side, gasping as she cradled the huge mound that rose above her like a small mountain. She groaned and squirmed.

As another surge of tension hit, she felt herself arching, as her body stretching, swelling outward. Her breasts heaved higher and outward, surging with growth that left her nipples aching. She had to be sixteen feet tall by then, yet her belly was still disproportionately, ludicrously massive.

The door to her quarters swung open, the lights turning on. Ferguson and his small entourage of researchers filtered inside.

“Oh, you’re marvelous,” he told her. He came to the end of the bed, and took her knees, spreading them apart to peer beneath her stretched nightgown.

There was a bright beam of light, and he shaded his eyes. “Beautiful,” he said in a wistful murmur. He walked back to Lauren’s side. “Absolutely perfect. Shall I do the honors?”

Breathless and sweaty, Lauren was clueless as to what he meant, but abruptly realized that he wasn’t talking to her.

“Indeed, doctor,” said one of the sycophantic researchers, happily clutching a clipboard.

Someone quickly brought a step ladder beside Lauren’s low bed. Dr. Ferguson climbed upon it and unbuttoned Lauren’s gown so her belly button was exposed. It was huge and throbbing, at least the size of a softball. He reached into it again, and Lauren felt a weird squelching sensation as he put his entire arm through. It was soon followed by his head and shoulders, the nub stretching grossly as Lauren groaned and twitched, and the doctor continued to squirm inside her. Lauren could feel herself getting fuller and heavier, her belly vibrating from the struggle. Finally, both of Ferguson’s feet disappeared inside her. A hum escaped her throat.

“Welcome, Richard Ferguson,” she stated, her vision again going a translucent green, as though she had put on a visor. She could suddenly see Dr. Ferguson grinning up at her from a pristine, yet organic-looking environment. Was that what was inside of her? Was she a real starship?

The researcher from earlier gave a satisfied little titter. “Come along, everyone,” he called. And one by one, the scientists began to board her, as Lauren twitched and groaned, and acknowledged them by name, one by one.

She was finally ready to depart.