Xenobiological Morphosis Ch. 02

What about sexy naughty nurses though? All in pristine white uniforms, jockeying for prime position on their knees before his massive spouting cock... Terry banished the treacherous thought as he climbed out of the old hatchback.

"So this is your place, huh? It looks waaay~ nicer than the crappy shoe-box I live in." Bernie remarked, checking out the cozy duplex and sucking a cum-laden finger clean with relish. "You're a real catch, Stud."

Get home and bunker down until a google search or a visit to WebMD shed some light on the situation then make a more informed decision. That was the plan.

...or at least it was until Terry looked up from unsuccessfully attempting to wrestle his traitorous cock back into his ragged pant-leg and stared at Bernie in shock.

"Whoa, Bernie... What fuck happened to you?" He blurted. "You're goddamn huge!"

He looked the small athletic blonde up and down. Well... more up then down really, because little Bernie wasn't quite so "little" anymore.

She paused in languidly stretching her arms out over her head to look down at herself and let out a soft squeak of surprise.

The Bernie of a few hours ago was trim, perky and five foot something in heels. The young woman standing tits and shoulders above the cars roof had to be approaching WNBA standards in height with sleek muscular curves for days.

"Holy shit, Terry. Are you seeing this?" She said proudly, twisting about to check herself out. "I look fucking fabulous!"

She struck a provocative pose with one hip cocked rakishly at an angle and her hands tangled up in her dense mane of long platinum hair. It was a good thing she had foregone a bra today because her breasts looked like they had more than doubled in size and the too-small blue polo shirt was practically painted onto her pale flawless flesh. Her flat tummy was exposed up past her navel showcasing a cute little gemstone piercing there with her large diamond hard nips and wide pebbled areola tenting the thin fabric dramatically.

Despite all the bells of Notre Dame clamoring a warning inside his skull, Terry could sense his monstrous member's autonomic response as all his blood rushed south for the winter. Bernie's glittering eyes and mischievous grin showed that she didn't miss a beat of it.

"Ha! If you like this, Stud. Just wait until you get a load of my back end."

Then she crossed those shapely mile-high legs and twirled in place with all the seductive grace of a seasoned go-go dancer, giving her bodacious new booty a ringing smack as it spun lusciously into view.

Oh sweet and fluffy lord, Bernie's delightful derriere had already been stellar before but now it was pushing galaxy-class superstar status. Her unprecedented growth spurt had turned her already tight jeans into heart-stopping low-riders that conformed to all her new womanly goodness like a second skin.

His eyes ran down the swan-like curve of her softly sculpted back, over the adorable dimples just above her butt crack and latched onto a picture-perfect peach that bloomed out of the top of her low denim waistline like two perfect hemispheres of rising bread dough. Her poor jeans actually creaked under the strain of containing so much feminine glory.

"Unholy shit Bernie, you're massive! Don't even try to tell me there's nothing wrong with this situation." He panted, staring at her and trying to keep himself from drooling like a lust-drunk idiot.

"Hey, if looking and feeling this amazing is wrong then I don't wanna be right." Bernie giggled, flexing in a fetching fashion that made her bubbly bottom bounce and her full hefty breasts sway. Then her hungry eyes found their wicked way back to his unmanageable unmentionables. "And you're one to talk, Terry. That gorgeous stallion of yours isn't exactly small."

Terry looked down to find that yes, indeed, his stupendous shaft was out and about, enjoying the cool morning breeze and warm sunshine. More rigid than a pillar of rebar steel and thrumming like a supercharged engine, it stirred like an awakened leviathan rising thickly from the depths of his left kneecap all the way up to knock against his sternum.

"Looks like I'm not the only one getting bigger..." Bernie moaned, squeezing her exceptionally expanded tit-flesh together and lewdly tweaking a hard nipple.

Terry blinked rapidly as his enormously inflated balls rumbled and then pulsed in rapid response to her relentless teasing, sending a tidal wave of raging male hormones crashing through the rest of his lean body. His head spun from a blow of intoxicating lust that hit Terry so quick and powerfully it felt more akin to a blazing surge of fury.

"Well, we can't stay out here looking like this." He growled through clenched teeth as he rounded the car stalking towards her with his gargantuan giga-cock leading the way like a foot-long divining rod. "So get that big ass inside right now before I spank it black and blue, you fat-chested amazon!"

"That's more like it! Catch me if you can, Stud."

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"An opportunity appointment? Explain to me in no uncertain terms, High Phsycophant Qwaizoo. What precisely is an opportunity appointment?"

"Certainly, Grand Scrutineer Dhuussod." Qwaizoo replied dutifully, "An opportunity appointment is when the Prime Smack--may they remain ever gel..."

"Yes, Yes, dispense with the formalities and get on with the explaining!" The Grand Scrutineer snapped, his glistening lappets twitching in agitation.

The High Phsycophant winced internally at the egregious lapse in protocol but kept his exterior face calm as he continued.

"It's when the Prime Smack gives us the opportunity to appoint a new crew-member of their choosing. " He finished dryly, before adding for total transparency and clearest clarification. "Like Flunky third class; Bhamme."

The Grand Scrutineer and Head Researcher Extraordinarius simmered down at that revelation, lowering himself into the bubbling command pool flashing thoughtful shades of pastel yellow.

"That blundering fool?" He asked, shooting furtive glances with his eye-stalks at the crew-mate in question. "Do you think he is... Connected?"

"I couldn't say, Grand Scrutineer." Qwaizoo confessed honestly, "But I might hypothesize that someone is connected to Flunky Third Class Bhamme enough to want him shipped off to the other side of the galaxy."

"An embarrassment to a member of the Prime Smack then perhaps?" Dhuussod mused, staring down the sloping deck of the bridge. "That seems like a distinct possibility. What duties have you assigned him, Qwaizoo?"

Oh ho, they were back on a first name basis now were they? The High Psychophant was savvy enough not to question his superiors capricious moods.

"He is tasked with monitoring the environmental controls, Grand Scrutineer." He reported smoothly.

"Environmental controls? Those are a fully automated function of the ship's internal systems, what does he do with them?"

"You are, as always, correct Grand Scrutineer and he monitors them." Qwaizoo replied.

In truth it was the least important task he could find aboard the ship to occupy the bumbling Flunkies time. He literally just had to float there and do nothing but High Psychophant Qwaizoo was still receiving complaints from his crew that various areas of the vessel were feeling uncomfortably warm...

Just then, the unwelcome voice of the ship's most junior crew-member interrupted their hushed conversation.

"Ummm... Grand Scrutineer, something is going on with the Hootnams. Are they supposed to chase each other around like that?"

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Bernie burst through the front door in a fit of gleeful giggles with Terry hot on her heels.

"Come and get it- Oh!" The statuesque blonde coed skidded to a sudden halt. "Hey there, Amy. Long time no see."

Amy?!

Terry wasn't as nimble on his feet as the freshly-minted wonder woman in front of him and crashed full-tilt into the back of her. Bernie didn't even stagger as he pancaked himself against her firm body, his cock blessedly coming to rest uninjured in the pillowy valley of her epic ass cleavage with the bulbous tip running a thrilling line up the satin smooth runway of her arching spine.

"Eeep! Who are... wait, Bernice? Is that really you?" His wife-to-be sounded shocked, as well she might be. They were all supposed to be at work today. "What's happened to you and why are you in my home?"

This was bad.

Terry had been counting on a few hours alone to come to... ahem, grips with his... erm, growing problems. He sure as shit didn't want his beloved fiance getting caught up in his beyond strange situation but it was a bit late for that now.

Terry had some 'splaining to do.

"Hi Baby," He said, poking his face around Bernie's side, keeping his massive manhood hidden deep in the crack of her spectacular bubble butt. He had to lean pretty far out to make eye contact past the young woman's monumental bosom. "Did classes end early..."

Amy was a research assistant and tutor at the local community college. She was pushing for a more permanent position in the wake of a series of new grants the institution had recently received but Terry's voice trailed off when he caught an eyeful of the love of his life.

"...whatcha doing?" He ended lamely.

Amy was currently perched half-undressed on their living room couch. Her beautiful, toned figure exhibited in a matching set of black lycra panties and bra with her powder pink blouse hanging loosely open off one delicate shoulder. Her bare knees had snapped tightly shut but that just trapped one dainty hand between her slender milky thighs.

"Terry? Why are you..." She looked mortified, then her eyes narrowed in suspicion looking from him to Bernie's towering form. "What am I doing? That should be what I am asking you!"

"Don't worry, Amy. This isn't what it looks like." Bernie chimed in unhelpfully as she ground her robust hips back a fraction, effectively dry-humping his raging mega-boner with her gloriously rolling rump through her straining jeans. Terry's knees almost buckled at the sinful sensation.

"I can see what it looks like." Amy huffed, pulling her blouse closed and tossing her long chestnut curls back over her shoulder. "Terry, what's going on here? You and Bernice aren't..."

"No! It's not like that, Baby." Terry cried, his voice hitching as Bernie gave her flexing fanny a couple of toe-curling micro-twerks. "There was a... a problem at work."

"A biiiig~ problem." Bernie confirmed, with a sinuous wiggle.

"At the store? Is everything alright?" Amy settled back into the couch looking concerned. "Miss Gwendoline didn't give you more trouble did she? We could make a case for harassment..."

"Ha! No... I don't think Gwen, I mean Miss Gwendoline is going to be a problem anymore." Terry suppressed a gasp as Bernie surreptitiously bounced one thick ass-cheek and then the other on either side of his tortured twitching totem. "It's more of a... medical concern."

"Yep and I'm looking after him. His medication requires regular oral administration." Bernie snickered, giving her hips the shade of shimmer and setting Terry's aching balls on edge.

The wicked cock-hungry slut was doing this on purpose and loving it. She had Terry trapped and she knew it. He couldn't flee without exposing Amy to his contagious condition but if Bernie kept this up, he was going to redecorate the ceiling...

"Terry, come sit and talk to me please." Amy pleaded, patting the couch cushion beside her and smiling weakly at Bernie. "Thanks for bringing him home, Bernice. I'm sure you need to get back to work."

"Nope, I'm doing just fine right where I am." Terry could hear the devilish smirk in her voice as his throbbing jewels roared for release. "...Aren't I, Stud?"

Terry let out a heartfelt groan as she mashed her ripe clenching cheeks against his rocky girth and actually made them clap together.

He would have broken into a spontaneous round of applause himself if Amy didn't look so worried. This was bad, bad, bad and he was so fucking close to blowing...

"Stud?!" Amy squawked, shooting to her feet.

"Yeah, as in Super-Stud!" The teasing blonde terror cackled, now opening grinding her jiggling backside onto Terry's turgid immensity. "Terry's totally, like, a moon-shooting cum-blasting monster-cocked Hunk these days. Wanna see?"

Before anyone could protest Bernie reached behind her waist, seized his rampant man-meat in an iron grip and dragged it downwards. Terry nearly yodeled in electrified pleasure as his bulging, bubbling crown slid across the silky smooth skin of her back, down over her perfect peach of a rear and into the mouth-watering gap between her denim-clad thighs.

"Here he cums for you, Amy. Open wide and say aaah~!"

"Bernie, NOOOooo~!" He wailed, caught up in a head-spinning vortex of rapturous ecstasy and horrified dismay as the lusty young she-wolf-in-sheep's-clothing thrust her juicy toned booty all the way back to his pelvis.

Such fantabulous friction...

Amy's face fell slack as his tremendous tumescent tip sprouted from between the crowing blondes muscular legs and erupted like Ol' Faithful itself.

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