Three Square Meals Page 3

  “My thanks for providing that fascinating insight, Professor Baumann,” Bill Armstrong said, with a gleaming - but totally insincere – smile at the camera. “For our next piece, we’re lucky enough to have one of the newest members of the TFNN team right in the thick of danger! Here’s Jehanna Elani, with a special report right from the heart of contested space!”

  “Thanks, Bill!” the exceptionally pretty, dusky-hued young woman replied, focusing on the camera with a lovely smile. “I’m reporting from the Dragon March, in Port Medea, our bastion of power in these far flung reaches of the Federation! With me today is Lieutenant-Commander Mortensen, who has graciously agreed to this TFNN interview.”

  Jehanna turned her dazzling smile on the uniformed man beside her. They were standing on a balcony overlooking a well-maintained plaza and behind them, squads of troops were marching through the starbase.

  “It’s my pleasure, Miss Elani,” the officer replied, doing his best to keep his eyes on her face, rather than the tantalising glimpse of cleavage showcased by her tight blouse.

  “Can you confirm the rumours that the Kintark have been growing increasingly belligerent in recent weeks?” Jehanna asked, her lovely brown eyes fixed on his face.

  Mortensen nodded, his expression darkening. “I’m afraid so. We’ve had to deal with completely unprovoked attacks on Terran merchant shipping by the Kintark military and just today they’ve gone so far as to close their borders to Terran vessels!”

  Jehanna shook her head with a frown. “Has there been any justification given for these most distressing actions?”

  “Pointing the finger at us mostly, that kind of nonsense. I think they never got over ceding the Dragon March to the Federation,” Mortensen replied with a helpless shrug. He grinned at her as he added, “But if they want another fight, we’re ready to give it to them!”

  Jehanna turned back to the camera with a serious expression on her face. “With brave troops like these defending the far reaches of Terran Space, the Kintark should seriously rethink their hostile actions. The Terran Federation never initiates conflicts with our neighbours, but we’ll stand strong in the face of terror!”

  “Thank you, Jehanna,” Bill Armstrong said, smiling at her in gratitude. “Now, we have the results from this week’s Zero-G football games...”

  John turned off the holo image and stared into space with a worried frown. He was travelling in the opposite direction to the Terran border with the Kintark Empire, but it was still alarming to hear that the Kintark had closed their borders. The Terran media were all favouring the Federation line; that they were responding to unwarranted aggression from the Kintark, but John had enough independent contacts with neutral alien trading partners to know that there were two sides to this story.

  He had traded with the Kintark about five years earlier and he found them to be reliable trading partners. There’d been a brief war between the two empires over two centuries earlier, but John had assumed that was all water under the bridge as he’d not run into any trouble in Kintark Space. The reptilian race could be unsettling with their emotionless, sibilant speech, but if you could overcome humanity’s instinctive fear of the unknown, they were a straightforward species to deal with.

  His mind drifted and he struggled to concentrate on the Holonet story. His thoughts kept returning to his guest and he wondered how she was doing. Alyssa had been asleep for just over fourteen hours since their session in the recreation room, and the last time he had checked in on her, the girl was still slumbering soundly. Just as he had made up his mind to check on her again he heard a faint rustling from the passenger cabin and the pad of feet on the steel deck.

  John spun the pilot's chair to face the corridor as Alyssa stepped through the cabin door. She had wrapped herself in the bedsheet in an impromptu toga and was making her way into the cockpit.

  "Please could I have some water, I'm feeling really thirsty," Alyssa requested politely as she moved to sit in the co-pilot’s seat.

  John got up from his chair and went to the water dispenser in the cockpit. He moved to the side so that she could clearly see how he was operating the machine and pressed a couple of buttons. A glass slid out and the dispenser gurgled happily as it filled it up with sparkling clear water. Condensation immediately began to form on the delightfully chilled drink and John handed the glass to his guest before he sat down again. The two sat in silence, studying each other as Alyssa took small sips, soothing her parched throat.

  "How are you feeling?" John asked pleasantly, breaking the silence. "Did you sleep ok?"

  Alyssa paused a moment, looking thoughtful before answering, "I don't remember the last time I slept that well. How long was I asleep for?"

  "You were out for fourteen hours," John explained. "I checked on you a couple of times and you seemed ok."

  "Fourteen hours!" Alyssa exclaimed, looking astonished. "I normally only get a couple of hours at a time. Back on Karron, you had to sleep with one eye open..."

  He smiled at her and said, “Well, I promise you can sleep safely here with me.”

  The girl darted him a curious glance, then put her glass down on the console and stretched languidly. "I feel amazing!" she sighed happily. "If only I'd known I'd feel like this after getting a good night sleep!"

  As she straightened her back and stretched her arms up over her head, her makeshift outfit suffered a wardrobe malfunction. The sheet around her chest slipped loose, and dropped into a pool in her lap, revealing her slim upper body. Alyssa flinched and hurried to restore her modesty before stopping suddenly, catching John's gaze and leaving the sheet where it was. Her stomach seemed to have reverted back to its normal trim size, her waif-like body absorbing the huge meal he had so enjoyed filling up her belly with yesterday. The girl also seemed to have lost some of the painful skinniness that had defined her ribs so clearly when they first met.

  "What happened last night?" Alyssa asked with a puzzled look on her face.

  John was quiet for a moment, then countered, “What do you remember?”

  "I remember us going to the rec-room and you introducing me to your equipment," she replied, blushing prettily. "I especially remember the 'Quad'," she added, with helpful air quotes. "After that it's all a blur."

  "Well... do you want the romanticised, obfuscated version or the brutally honest version?" John asked with a playful smile.

  "Give me the brutally honest version please, I'd like to know what I'm dealing with," Alyssa said, looking slightly apprehensive. "Besides, I have no idea what obfuscated means!"

  "You sucked my cock like a pro, then I filled that lovely little belly of yours with several pints of cum," John explained, watching her pretty face. "Then I tucked you up in bed to sleep off your meal."

  Alyssa blushed deeper, looking shocked and slightly embarrassed... but not as much as he would have expected.

  "Don't be embarrassed, honey. You did a great job," John reassured her comfortingly. "I couldn't be happier you decided to stow away on my ship!"

  The cute teenager absorbed John's words and seemed to visibly grow in confidence. John saw a teasing smile form on her pretty face, as her eyes dropped to his groin, then back up to look at him.

  "I'm feeling hungry John; what have you got for breakfast?" she asked coyly.

  John grinned back and unbuckled his trousers. Alyssa stood, leaving the sheet behind on the co-pilot’s chair and walked towards him as he dropped his trousers to the floor. His huge cock stood up past his belly button and throbbed expectantly. The petite teen moved between his spread thighs and dropped to her knees.

  Alyssa reached out and grasped two of his balls, one in each hand. She cupped them gently, feeling the orange sized orbs in each sack. John watched the girl with interest as she explored his body, curious to see how she would react. Alyssa moved from the front set of balls to the set behind, cupping each in turn and feeling their heavy weight.

  "They're just so big!" she exclaimed, glancing up at him in wonder. "How do yo
u even walk with all these between your legs?"

  John laughed out loud. He had never been asked that before. "It does get a bit tricky when I'm full up and turned on," he admitted with a smile.

  "Well it’s good I'm here to help you out then!" Alyssa grinned back at him.

  The perky teen leaned forward and swabbed the top of his manhood with her tongue. She moved one of her hands from his balls to caress his turgid shaft, before wrapping her slim fingers around his girth. John watched intently as her ghostly pale hand slid up and down his cock in a smooth rhythm, looking tiny against his massive shaft.

  Alyssa leaned forward and her soft lips spread invitingly over the engorged head of his pulsing cock. She maintained eye contact with him as her tongue danced over him, warm, wet and silky smooth. The petite girl had managed to take the entire head in her mouth, her lips spreading obscenely wide to welcome him into her. He looked deeply into her brilliant blue eyes as she sucked on him, finding it impossible to break that piercing cerulean gaze.

  "Oh my God! That's so good!" he groaned, as he watched her enraptured.

  The corner of Alyssa's mouth seemed to twitch, wanting to smile. There was just no way to do so with his massive tool spreading her lips so wide. John's balls seemed to throb contentedly, as if they knew there was a receptive female happy to provide a new home for their contents. Alyssa was sucking strongly on the head of his cock and John began feeding her pre-cum as his excitement levels rose.

  The pretty teen's eyelids began to get heavy, and that sharp, perceptive gaze began to lose focus. Alyssa closed her eyes and she started taking more of his meat into her mouth. Her head began to move in a smooth bobbing motion, matching the same rhythm of her hand. The teen was on a mission now, fully intent on taking his whole cock into her throat, her saliva filled mouth making debauched sounds as she blew him.

  Looking down, John watched as the blonde-haired girl took more and more of him into her mouth. Alyssa paused with the head of his swollen cock at the entrance to her throat, and took a deep breath before sliding forward, enveloping him in the tight warm confines of her body. Staring intently, he cradled her head and guided her forward, as her throat relaxed and accepted his whole length in one long, smooth motion.

  John moaned, unable to form coherent words at the incredible sensations he felt along his shaft. Alyssa's tongue glided along the underside of his cock as she withdrew, then plunged forward again, easing his passage in and out of her body, and heightening his pleasure. John was only able to groan in appreciation when the girl took in his whole length, her dancing tongue snaking out to lap at the top of his balls. He marvelled that she was able to take him so deep in such easy, fluid motions.

  The couple maintained this lustful rhythm, Alyssa kneeling submissively and stroking his cock with her talented mouth. She swallowed occasionally, clearing the saliva from her mouth and massaging his cock with the strong muscles in her throat. John could only moan appreciatively as the talented girl deep throated him time after time, only pulling clear to take the occasional deep breath. This blowjob was amazing, even better than last night. John recalled a vision of Alyssa stroking her swollen belly yesterday and struggled valiantly not to explode too soon.

  Alyssa seemed to be reading his body perfectly, sensing the rising ecstasy growing in the man she was servicing with such incredible skill. Her throat gripped him in a comforting sheath as he throbbed in her mouth, her lips soft, yet insistent as they travelled down to his root time and time again. Subconsciously sensing that he was ready, the girl drew back, clearing her windpipe and allowing her to take a deep lungful of air. Her body rejuvenated, she slid right back down his length again, her body promising him relief.

  The change in sensation was too much for John and he seized the armrests of his chair in a fierce grip as he threw his head back and exploded. "Oh, fuck me! I'm coming!" he bellowed, as his quad prepared for action.

  Spurt after spurt of gloriously rich spunk blasted up his shaft and into the welcoming pit of Alyssa's stomach. John's hips thrust forward in rapid reflexive motions, as he desperately unloaded his cum into the willing girl kneeling submissively before him. Alyssa's soft full lips cushioned his thrusts as she leaned forward, eagerly sucking on him and taking his huge load.

  The pretty teen's slim belly soon began to round out, as John filled her with heavy spunk. Alyssa's throat throbbed in sync with his cock as his jism raced up his huge shaft and pulsed into her body. The young woman's body trembled as she joined him in mindless orgasm, her body revelling in being used so completely.

  Eventually, John's mind-blowing orgasm abated. Alyssa pulled back, letting his cock slip from the tight confines of her throat until only his head remained in her mouth. He could only shudder as she sucked powerfully on him one last time and his spent balls desperately tried to feed her more cum. When she finally let him go and sat back on her haunches, she had a self-satisfied smile on her lovely face as she stared ahead of her in a daze.

  John sighed with relief, and smiled as he said, "You look like the cat that got the cream."

  Speaking of which, his cream had filled out her tummy nicely. The petite waif was stroking another bellyful of the rich cum that had settled in the welcoming new home of her stomach. The massive load had given her another swollen belly, just as large as that of the previous night. On her slim body it looked obscene.

  Alyssa's eyes were heavy-lidded and still glazed over, so John got up, scooped the slim girl up in his arms and carried her back to the passenger cabin. She sighed contentedly into his chest as he walked back to her room. He marvelled at her light weight, and despite the extra load he'd just added to her rounded midriff, was able to carry her effortlessly. John gently laid her on the bed, returning a moment later to cover her slim form with the sheet. He paused at the door and smiled at her slumbering form, dimming the lights again before he left.

  John busied himself with routine maintenance around the ship. After relieving his baser urges, he was now able to concentrate again, and he hummed happily to himself as went about his various chores. Some power cabling resealed here, an overhead light fixed there; time seemed to disappear as he worked on the ship. He’d had a strong work ethic nurtured in him during his youth and it had never left him. Several hours passed and John had just finished cleaning the recreation room when a noise behind him brought him back to full awareness.

  "Ahem!" Alyssa cleared her throat, announcing her presence. When he turned to face her, she demanded, "What did you do to my tummy?"

  Alyssa stood, hands on hips, in the entrance to the rec-room. As she strode towards him, he saw that the object of her indignation had reduced in size somewhat from when he had initially filled her up. Unfortunately, her body had not had enough time to absorb the heavy, protein-rich spunk and the petite girl still looked several months pregnant.

  "You look amazing, Alyssa," John reassured the girl as he moved towards her, momentarily regretting his pledge not to knock her up.

  He gathered her smoothly in his arms, leaning down to kiss the surprised teen full on the lips. She sighed a breathy moan as her soft, pouting lips parted to let him push in his tongue. They kissed passionately for several moments, her own tongue moving to duel his in her mouth. John moved to the sofa, gathering the girl in his lap as he sat down, maintaining their kiss and fierce embrace.

  They paused for breath and leaned back, studying each other. John moved his strong hand to the teens stuffed belly and stroked her gently. Her stomach felt firm and full where his heavy spunk had blown out her waistline, forcing her slim tummy to accommodate his load. He thought about the millions of sperm swimming around inside her, desperate in their futile task to impregnate the slim teenager and he felt a stirring in his loins.

  "I explained that I fed you several pints of cum last night. This is what it looks like," John said, caressing Alyssa's engorged belly pointedly.

  "I thought you were exaggerating," Alyssa mumbled, flushing with embarrassment.

  "Don'
t worry, your body will absorb it all and you'll be back to normal in no time," John reassured the worried girl, while gently stroking her tummy.

  She placed her hand on his as he caressed her and lightly brushed her thumb over his fingers. She looked at him in fascination and asked, "How do you know? Have you done this before?"

  John smiled at her and replied, "Yes, I've been with a woman before."

  "What about the memory loss then, the blackouts?" Alyssa persisted.

  "Yes, that's normally what happens." John confirmed, his tone soothing. "I cum, the girl gets a huge belly, and is comatose for a while. She wakes up after a good long sleep, none-the-wiser and feeling great, then we happily part ways."

  Alyssa looked thoughtful for a moment, then gave him a look filled with sympathy. "No long-term relationships then? That sounds lonely."

  John was taken aback by the abrupt shift in conversation topic, and he blinked at her in surprise. "Well, yes, I guess," he stammered, unprepared for this line of questioning. "Considering I'm not exactly normal, I figured it was probably for the best."