Sex Tales

aves of pleasure radiating from her naked cunt as the tentacle touched her, lubricating her with pink slime, but her limbs felt too numb and heavy to

e are still searching for the source of the energetic flares, and have narrowed our options down to a small planet in the Xenome quadrant. Planet L-24B9-6, where small bacterial organisms have been the only sign of life for the past two centuries. T

fond of when she lived on Earth. Her home in a small Mexican town south of Cancún seemed so far away now, and she was much happier here among the stars, on the Stormchaser 12 with the first all

ation levels emitted by the planet. Small heat signatures are popping up in clusters of half a dozen to a dozen signals. St

own hologram screen. “None of them are very far from thi

e’ll be within shuttle distance. I can send a

to silence the crew member. “I’d like to take a solo

in, with all due respect, it’s very dangerous to put yourself in such a position. We don’t know what’s

to take. Donna, prepare Solo Shuttle Z34,” she said, the to

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Imelda’s well-endowed body. The way her wide hips and thick, jiggly thighs contrasted with her slim waist made it difficult to pull the suit up onto her body. If she did manage to get it past her voluptuous lower half, the task of pulling it past her slightly pudgy tummy was deceptively easy compared to the fight to get it up past her round, bouncy breasts. Each was at least two h

eth with anticipation as she locked herself into the seat. The blonde engineer from before stepped for

e, Perrie. Prep the rest of the crew for exp

ack, and Imelda closed th

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e stepped out of the shuttle, peering around anxiously. The scanner in her hand was picking up all kinds of signals, all

ked up on the ship. As she crept closer, she realized she was standing over a ravine that swirled with pastel pink fog. Her scanner was beeping louder now, a

. It sounded tired and weak, but human. “Hello?” she called out. “Th

ce answered back quietl

Captain repeated. “I am a

pta

lly was swollen, and she was covered in some sort of pink fluid. She wasn’t wearing a helmet, telling Imelda she could breathe this planet’s air, and she touched a button on her helmet t

es still glazed over. “Neh… ohh… N-Nia Jacks

ad engineer of the last ship that had been sen

slowly to touch her bloated stomach. “That thing… it’

t th

leave b-befor

ing thing,

sts was the only sign that she was alive. Imelda huffed in frustration, and as

’t the o

in the same pink fluid, and all of them with their stomachs swollen to near-burstin

ner, finding more and more groups of naked, tired women with swollen bellies. “What the fuck is going on here…” she muttered. Eventually she rea

who had trained her, trying her best to ignore the older woman’s lean, muscular naked body and big

d her arm to touch Imelda’s face. “Cruz, you need to get the hell out of here.” She coughed, spitting u

g you. What the hel

o… get out

u or the rest of the women here. I’m gonna c

er and down into the abyss under the rocks. She screamed as she fell, dangling in the air by her leg. She stared down wildly, spotti

rror as she realized she was now free-falling in a bit of blackness, and she screamed again, accepting that this was how she would die, before another glowing pink thing reached up and caught her around the middle, lowering her gently

around with her wrist-mounted gun at the ready. She could hear her own heartbeat pounding in

it grabbed ahold of her wrist, effectively disarming her, and she shouted in surprise as she tried to use her other hand t

been powering her defiance faded like a match being blown out. She was just scared now - terrified. Somethi

t see a face. She winced as it drew nearer, struggling again, failing to notice that one of the limbs accidentally pressed the commun

Imelda could only breathe through her nose in panicked little gasps as th