Mrs Benn - Astronaut Ch. 01

[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.

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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.