Three Square Meals Ch. 053

"What do you suggest we do instead then?" he asked her plaintively. "I hate how much this is hurting you girls."

She leaned down and gave him a tender and heartfelt kiss, then said earnestly, "Don't worry about us," and with a sardonic smile, she joked, "A full tummy fixes everything, remember?"

He laughed, and felt a little relieved after her efforts to lighten his mood. He wrapped her in his arms, and said, "Thanks, I needed that." He just held her for a while, before saying, "What do you suggest we do to try and fix this, though?"

Rachel sat back, and said, "We girls talked it over, and our plan was to try and convince you to drop Irillith off at Geniya Space Station. Then we would be free to just fly far away from Maliri space. Staying well clear of them might keep your instinctive personality from re-emerging."

John pondered this for a moment, then said, "Sounds like a sensible plan to me." He twisted in his seat to look over at the Maliri lying on the bed, and said, "She'll be waking up soon. Do you want to give her a quick scan to check if she's fully healed?"

The brunette nodded, and slipped lithely from his lap, landing on the toes of her heeled boots, and sashaying away with the poise and grace of a catwalk model. John got up and followed her, and they walked over to stand by Irillith's bedside. As Rachel readied the medi-scanner for a final full body scan, he turned and looked at the Maliri woman.

His eyes went wide as he stared at her beautiful mane of shoulder length white-blonde hair, and he quickly turned to Rachel, saying, "Look how much her hair has grown!"

Rachel looked up and said with excitement, "She's fully healed too! Look at the scan; her torso wound has completely regenerated."

John looked up at the rotating holo-image as Rachel enlarged it for him clearly see the healed area. Irillith's body looked identical on both sides, the darkened site of damage on her right flank now looking health and normal again. Her stomach was still rounded where she hadn't fully absorbed all the cum she'd swallowed, and on her slender waistline, it made her look several months pregnant.

He pointed to her swollen belly, and asked Rachel, "Why hasn't she finished all that yet? If I were to give you a full tummy right now, you'd be back to normal in just a few hours."

Rachel flushed, her eyes sparkling at the thought, and she licked her lips. With a slight shake of her head she managed to get herself under control again and said, "This is hard for me to prove without a fresh and willing test subject, but I suspect when you first start feeding a girl, she needs to adapt to taking your loads. My body is specially adapted to thrive off your cum now, so I can digest several pints in just a few hours."

John grinned, seeing the effect this conversation was having on her. He reached over and slipped his hand under her shirt, then started tenderly caressing Rachel's svelte lower belly, brushing his fingers over the spot where her tattoo had been. She leaned into his hand, while letting out a soft moan, her grey eyes growing stormy as gave him a smouldering look. With an act of iron willpower, she pulled back, smiling as she whispered, "You bad boy. I'm having a hard enough time concentrating as it is."

Slight movement from the bed drew their attention to Irillith, and he quickly withdrew his hand, then joined Rachel in staring at her patient. Irillith had her eyes closed, and she stretched like a cat, while letting out a deep, contented sigh.

"Hello," John said in amusement, "You seem a lot better."

With a start, Irillith's eyes flashed open, and she looked up at John and Rachel in surprise. They could see her face reacting to a rollercoaster of emotions as she recalled recent events, and finally she flushed with embarrassment.

Taking pity on the blushing Maliri girl, Rachel asked kindly, "How's the wound in your side? Are you still in any pain?"

Irillith shook her head, then sat up and twisted and stretched experimentally. Quite astonished, she replied, "I don't feel any pain at all. In fact, I feel amazing! Like my whole body is tingling with energy."

Rachel raised an eyebrow and said, "That's probably because your body is still feeding. You haven't finished the last load yet."

Suddenly realising what she was talking about, Irillith looked down at her swollen belly, and her angular violet eyes grew wide with shock at the disconcerting sight. She reached out with shaking hands, and tentatively touched her engorged abdomen, feeling the stretched skin under her fingertips. With sudden clarity she recalled exactly what it was that was rounding out her stomach, and her cheeks flushed a dark blue, as she looked away from them, positively mortified.

John walked around to the other side of the bed, and squatted down so that he could look the Maliri girl in the eye. "We found something in the scan, and I think you should know," he said ominously.

"What do you mean?" she murmured to him, looking at his face with her purple eyes.

"Rachel did a full body scan, and found what looked like a tumour in your brain," John began, and when Irillith's eyes went even wider with fear, he reached out and gently patted her hand. In a reassuring voice, he added, "Don't worry, it's gone. I healed that too."

She closed her eyes, and let out a shuddering sigh. When she opened them again, she looked down at him, and stared into his eyes as she said in a quiet voice, "Thank you for healing me, and saving my life."

"You're welcome," John said magnanimously, releasing her hand, and standing up. He glanced over at Rachel, and said, "If the good doctor thinks you're well enough, you can probably return to your quarters now. We're going to head straight back to Maliri space to drop you home."

*Five days to Geniya Space Station,* Alyssa informed him in an instant.

His lips quirked into a smile, then looked down at Irillith, and said, "We'll reach Geniya in five days' time."

As Irillith nodded her understanding, Rachel said to him, "I'll take Irillith back to her quarters, if you want to help Alyssa with the repairs?"

John gave her a grateful smile, then bid them both goodbye and strode out of the Medical Bay. Rachel then looked down at Irillith and asked, "Are you ready to head back to your room?"

The blue-skinned alien girl let out a sigh, then nodded, and carefully swung her legs over the side of the bed. With the heavy weight around her tummy, she was a bit ungainly as she stood up, and Rachel hurried around to lend her a supportive hand. "It takes a little getting used to," she said sympathetically.

Irillith smiled at her as she cradled her rounded tummy with her hands, and said, "It's alright, I don't mind."

Rachel helped her get her balance, then led her back to her quarters, where Irillith handed her the collar to place around her neck again. Irillith waited for her to leave, then closed the door to her room, and sank onto the bed with relief. With a furtive glance at the door, she stripped out of her skintight bodysuit, then stared down in wonder at her swollen belly. She began to stroke it with her left hand, while her right hand dipped lower as she spread her thighs.

***

The damage to the glossy white armour plating on the starboard side of the Invictus was considerable, and Alyssa eyed the six panels dubiously as she considered the best way to tackle the repairs. The maintenance bots had brought in the damaged sections, then placed them carefully on the Cargo Bay floor, before being sent off to retrieve the blown capacitors.

"I think these panels are a write off," she finally said, as she examined the incinerated plating that had been scorched by Trankaran Fusion beams.

"That's alright," John replied with a shrug. "With all the Onyxium that Dana just acquired, recycling old damaged plating won't need to be quite as painstaking as before."

Alyssa nodded, then gestured absent-mindedly towards one of the containers containing a block of Invictium alloy, and it levitated over to her obediently. She melted it into a sphere with a thought, then watched it with interest as streaks of white appeared, the lines thickening until the whole roiling globe was a glossy white orb.

"Remind you of anything?" John asked her pointedly, glancing at the ceiling above them.

Alyssa frowned as she looked up as well, and thought about Irillith's hair changing colour, just like the psychically responsive metal had done only moments before. Pondering what this might mean, she absent-mindedly reshaped the sphere of Alyssium three times, matching the armour on the rest of the hull. Distracted as she was by thoughts of the wounded Maliri, she reshaped the section of armour plating a fourth time, while staring silently at the ceiling.

"I thought quad shaping was hard?" John asked her in surprise, gesturing towards the shimmering white armour plating section she had just quad-shaped.

Alyssa looked equally as surprised as she replied, "I must be getting more powerful. That wasn't too hard at all."

With an impish wink, she focused intently on the glossy white armour plate, then melted it into a ball. She concentrated hard, and forced the now sluggish liquid Alyssium to reform a fifth time. She grinned at John triumphantly as she let the finished ship's plating settle on the ground.

"I am getting stronger!" she exclaimed, looking at the flawless white piece of armour with satisfaction.

He returned her grin and said, "Very impressive. I remember you really struggling to reform it a third time, and triple-shaping seems effortless for you now."

They finished the repairs to the Invictus in good time, with Dana joining them to help replace the blown capacitors. Jade had already gone to bed to sleep off her late dinner, and when John glanced at the clock and saw it was four in the morning, he let out a long yawn. It proved to be infectious, and the girls started yawning too.

"Come on, it's well past our bedtime," John said, smiling at the sleepy young women.

Their eyes flickered with interest despite how tired they all were, and John raised his hands in a placating gesture, saying, "Tomorrow girls. You're all exhausted, and we can have an energetic romp after a good lie-in."

Laughing and joking amongst themselves, they returned to the Commander's Quarters, and found Jade slumbering peacefully, her belly lighting up the bedroom with soothing viridian pulses of light. After quickly going through their nighttime routine they collapse on the bed, then snuggled up together under the covers.

"Goodnight girls, sleep tight," he said to them in a quiet voice, so as not to disturb the snoozing Nymph at his side.

"Goodnight John, we love you," they chorused, having synced up perfectly via telepathy.

With a chuckle, he said, "I love you too."

They all dropped off to sleep a few minutes later with happy smiles on their faces, leaving only one person awake aboard the Invictus.

***

Irillith relished a stunning climax, her body positively throbbing as her limbs tingled with sensation. She felt more alive than ever before, and once the waves of pleasure had stopped surging through her body, she sagged back on the bed, trailing lazy fingers over her swollen tummy.

She had been asleep for nearly eighteen hours, having spent most of the day in bed. Although most of that time her body had been desperately clinging for life, hungrily absorbing the healing liquid in her stomach, her mind was well rested and refused to switch off. She languished in bed for a couple of hours, until eventually gave up hope of dropping off to sleep again. Her stomach had returned to normal size now, and with nothing to occupy her mind or fingers, she decided to get up and have a shower.

After stepping into the bathroom, she glanced habitually in the mirror as she walked past, then did a double take, and stared at her reflection in horror. Her wonderful dark hair had been leeched of all colour, and she stared with wide eyes at the ridiculously long waves of glossy white hair that tumbled down well past her shoulders. As she gaped at the lustrous locks, it only took a moment for her stunned mind to remember exactly what long hair signified, and she flushed with shame at the thought.

Searching frantically through the drawers, she eventually found what she was looking for, and grasping a pair of scissors in triumph, she set to work. After ten minutes spent snipping away with her dexterous, nimble hands, she had given her hair a brutal cut, trimming it right back to a demure short hairstyle, which was much more respectable. With a sigh of relief, she put the scissors down and examined her hair in the mirror, smiling at her handiwork approvingly. She stopped and really took in her reflection for a moment, and with surprise, she realised she actually preferred the pristine white of her new hair colouring. It helped highlight her clear, violet eyes, drawing attention to their lovely colour, and she spent some time admiring herself.

Her eyes dropped down to the site of the horrific searing wound she had sustained against the Trankarans, and she turned both ways as she checked for any sign of scarring. With no pain, and not a single blemish to mar the lovely expanse of azure skin, she almost had to stop and remember which side of her torso had taken the hit. She let out a huge sigh of relief, her face lighting up with a smile, then went and had a long, soothing shower.

Irillith left the bathroom thirty minutes later, and strolled over to the bed to sit down. A quick look at the ship's chronometer told her it was coming up to eight in the morning, and she briefly pondered getting some breakfast. She change her mind moments later, when she realised she didn't feel even the slightest bit hungry, and then froze when she remembered why that was.

Looking down at her now slim stomach, her eyes went wide as she felt a violent surge of conflicting emotions, one right after the other. She started with revulsion, appalled at the thought of her stomach being bloated with John's spunk. That very quickly changed to lust as she began to fixate on the cum she'd sucked from Jade's fingers, and the look he'd given her when she swallowed the first delicious mouthful. Her turbulent mind then moved on to longing, as she desperately craved another sweet taste of his cum trickling over her tongue. With a wrenching lurch in her chest she moved on to despair, realising that she'd never again be able to savour that exquisite flavour again.

Finally she felt a big well of anger bubbling inside her, and she raged at her mother for exposing her to this situation, herself for going along with Edraele's insipid plans, and finally at John. After all, this was all his fault; how dare he be so handsome and wonderful. Wait, that wasn't right! She let out a barely controlled scream of frustration, knowing that she was being manipulated and controlled by him, and he didn't even have to lift a finger to lure her in; her own body was eagerly betraying her.

Leaping from the bed, she stormed out of the bedroom, running into the galley, and grabbing the biggest, sharpest knife she could lay her hands on. Unsure whether she was going to use the knife on herself or on him, she finally settled on plunging it into John's chest, and turned to run down the corridor to the alluring blue glow of the grav-tube. In a moment of lucidity, she remembered that she'd been collared by one of his accursed whores, the friendly and endearing redhead, Dana. She stopped, and let out a wild scream of rage as she abruptly realised yet another way her mind was being twisted against her.

Rushing into the kitchen she picked up one of the automated appliances, some kind of blender perhaps, and smashed it on the floor with all of her strength. The device shattered into hundreds of pieces, and she grabbed two of the wires from the energy-cell that had powered the blender. Carefully stripping the outer cabling back with her knife, she wrapped the exposed cables around the collar encircling her throat. Her eyes flashing with barely controlled fury, she grabbed the broken remains of the device, and flipped the switch on the back.

Lancing pain flashed through her neck, and her head snapped backwards, twisting and writhing in agony as the electricity coursed through her system. With a bang, the collar cracked and broke apart, and she collapsed on the floor in a heap. It took a couple of minutes for Irillith to regain consciousness, but when she did, and saw the shattered remains of the collar lying by her head, she grinned in triumph. Rolling over laboriously, she reached out and picked up the foot-long knife in her spasming hand, and began to limp down the corridor towards the grav-tube. Escape from this nightmare was only moments away, and her lips curled up in a victorious smile.

***

John woke up still feeling a little tired, but smiled a moment later as he felt the tender ministrations of one of his girls. He grinned as she bobbed up and down on the head of his cock, alternating between kissing and licking his throbbing shaft, while holding him in a firm warm grasp. He sighed with contentment, then stretched his arms out above him, and tucked his hands behind his head. He couldn't be bothered to try and determine who this fellatrix was, and he just relished the idea of having a mystery girl go down on him. It was always fun to peel back the covers, and see one of his girls grinning up at him in satisfaction, cradling a belly full of his cum.

He had to admit, whoever this girl was, she was doing a spectacular job of hiding her usual technique. He'd got to know the subtle tells from each of the girls, and despite not trying to guess who it was blowing him, he'd usually have figured it out by now anyway. He grinned, really enjoying being able to pretend that it was a fresh girl kneeling in front of him, taking his throbbing head between his lips for the first time. The only girls he knew he could cross off the list of possible candidates were Jade, and Alyssa. The Nymph would have been licking his shaft with a dozen tongues by now, and the psychic blonde wouldn't have been able to help giving him a telepathic commentary as she sucked him senseless. He discounted Dana, as the exuberant teen was just too energetic to be able to control herself enough for this.

That narrowed his choices down to Calara and Rachel, and the Latina just couldn't help but put her sensual flair into her blowjobs, so he checked her off too. With a contented smile, he congratulated himself on narrowing it down to Rachel, and his cock twitched at the thought of the grey-eyed beauty swallowing down his morning load. Actually, this little surprise fit her style perfectly; controlled, imaginative, loving. He kicked himself for not figuring it out earlier.

Rachel bobbed up and down in his lap, but strangely she didn't try and deepthroat him, and instead keep lashing his head with her tongue. She moved her hand up and down in a steady, teasing rhythm, and she began to suck him intently with a fierce hunger. He stifled a groan, marvelling at the exciting way she was working him, milking his cock as though she couldn't wait to fill her stomach with his sperm. If he hadn't figured out it was her, he would have sworn it was a completely new girl blowing him, and he was determined to reward her for such dedication to her performance.

With a low grunt he finally exploded, unable to hold back any longer, and he arched his back as his quad sent long blasts of cum up his shaft. Rachel kept milking him, sucking hard as she swallowed one huge mouthful after another. He was seeing stars by the time he'd stopped cumming, and he gasped for breath, his chest heaving.

With a chuckle of awed appreciation, he gasped, "My God Rachel! That was a hell of a wake-up call."