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Pleasure Cruise - Part VII
🕑 Added 2020-08-13 13:06:00 +0000 UTC3,400+ words prove why I promise at least 1,000 words a month. Yeesh! I just like exploring the impact of transformations too much! [EDIT: It's actually more words now because while editing the PDF I expanded Tiara's shower scene, so this PDF version has more material than then version that will post later.]
Speaking of impact, well, we're leading up to one at the end of this entry. Until then we get a lot of showering! And someone on the Ledo Deck mentions what they like to do in their private time, and the mysterious powers of the ship take effect once more! Oh - and how do people with six breasts sit at a table?
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Pleasure Cruise - Part VII
Using was a qualified term, however. The shower stall would have already been a cramped space for Neome even before she’d grown four new fat breasts and plumped up her top pair. Maneuvering in the space-challenged state room bathroom with six grapefruit-sized boobs bouncing on her ribs meant brushing the walls with her nipples if she turned one way or dragging them across the plastic shower curtain if she turned the other.
Even once Neome got into the shower and figured out the unusual controls to start the water that wasn’t the end of the complexities of washing herself. As the showerhead started up with its initially cold water Neome quickly realized that her titties’ extra sensitivity was not limited to fabric and flesh. As the cold spray struck Neome’s upper breasts and dribbled down her many cleavages her half-dozen nips popped hard, her areola crinkled, her knees buckled, and her ass bumped against the back of the stall. Neome moaned as she felt her pussy - the primary thing she’d come into the bathroom to clean - resume dripping.
The showerhead was mounted at the end of a flexible hose, and as the water warmed up Neome grabbed the handle and brought the spray of water downwards below her hips. It sprayed her little feet for a few moments as the boobular woman took deep breaths, regained command of her weakened knees, and rose her ass up from the wall. The only thing she needed to clean was her pussy, and all the drying blue spunk Carina had splurged into it.
Neome could do that.
Adjusting her posture Neome washed her legs as she directed the spray further and further upwards. Soon it found her sticky blue-covered cleft and Neome bit her lip as the pressure struck her groin and she used a soapy hand to clean herself. They early spray across her bosoms - despite its cool temperature - had warmed up Neome enough that she considered positioning her fingers in just the right spots to jill herself right there in the shower.
But she held back. She’d just had a really good fuck, and the source of Neome’s satisfaction was still sitting in the other room. If she needed to cum again she’d go have some of that big blue dong again. So Neome concentrated on washing.
Not that it was easy with six fleshy funbags wobbling all over her ribs and belly. They knocked into Neome’s arms and made it nearly impossible to see her hips and groin. But she felt her way through the cleaning and when Neome believed she’d rinsed the sex off of herself satisfactorily she turned off the water and returned the sprayer to its hook. Carefully - so as to not send her hungry pussy running back to Carina’s cock - Neome patted herself down with a towel and then twisted her hair up in it to dry.
A sense of accomplishment welled up in Neome as she opened the door and stepped back into the stateroom, naked save for the towel wrapped around her head. She saw Carina sitting on the bed and the two caught eyes. Blushes tinged their cheeks.
“So, uh, thanks, for that,” Carina mumbled, shifting her legs under herself in an attempt to make her rubber cock less obvious - less out there - finally settling on bending up her right leg so her clitty-dick rested on her raised thigh.
“It was, literally, my pleasure,” Neome replied. Carina obscuring Neome’s view of the blue shaft actually made Neome think about it more, and she could feel her many nipples harden even more. A little tingle tickled her pussy. “Does that sort of need grip you...often?”
“I think...I think it will only do it once a day, starting at noon,” Carina replied, trying to recall everything she’d been told, “I’m supposed to help the captain determine if people are experiencing pleasure from their changes?”
“By fucking them?”
“Yeah. I’m actually competing with someone. We snuck on board and this is, like, our penance?” Neome blushed again, this time in shame.
“Oh, a stowaway? You are a naughty one,” Carina smiled. She padded over to the empty bed and sat down on it so Carina could get a good view of her boobs, the third pair nearly resting on Neome’s thighs. “For the record, I wouldn’t have asked for these directly, but now that I have them I can confirm I experience a lot of pleasure - much of which thanks to you.”
As she said “you” Neome leaned forward and gently placed a hand on Carina’s raised knee. With a little pressure she coaxed the blonde to lower it, and Carina’s rubber shaft rose into view. Carina could see hunger in Neome’s eyes...but Carina had hunger somewhere else.
“I do see you didn’t quite wash everything away down there, did you want to go again and then get some food?” Carina asked.
“What do you mean?” Neome was taken aback, “I did wash my...down there!”
“Well, um,” Carina didn’t know how to say this, “You’re...you still look blue!”
After acquiring more mirrors and wash rags the pair quickly discovered that Carina had indeed fully washed herself - but something about Carina’s blue splurge had, like a blueberry popsicle does to one’s tongue, stained Neome’s pussy from the inside of her labia as deep as either of them could see!
“I’m so, so sorry!” Carina bawled, nearly in tears, “I didn’t know it would-”
“Shhh, shhh, it’s okay! I don’t care! I can’t even see it,” Neome patted Carina’s back. She was now seated next to the blonde woman on the mattress, slightly hunched over so that Neome’s three pairs of tits were starting to rest on and squish atop each other. “You said it's a competition, right? Maybe it’s just part of that, to mark that we’ve...done it? So you or the other one can’t use the same person over and over again.”
“Oh shit, I didn’t even think of that,” Carina muttered, wiping her nose as she pushed back the tears, “I’m going to need to find someone else to...help me tomorrow!”
“Well, we’ll deal with that. But first, you said you wanted food, right? Why don’t we go do that and see if we can introduce you to some new people who could help?”
“Okay, yeah,” Carina smiled, and the gurgle in her stomach agreed, “Let’s go check out the buffet!”
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It took a few minutes of struggling and stumbling before Tiara finally extricated herself from underneath Fabiana. The dickgirl appeared to be asleep, bubbles sputtering from the slit atop her head at a rhythm akin to snoring. Tiara still couldn’t stand up, the layer of semen still about a centimeter thick across her entire body and carpet. Slowly Tiara crawled down the hallway towards the elevator lobby. As she got further and further away from the cum-soaked fibers her hands and feet began to find better grip. Just short of the corner Tiara finally pulled herself off her hands and knees and stood up.
Thick semen was still dripping from her hair down her face, and her body shivered as the layers of milky white were starting to dry in places. Tiara wiped her eyes and tried to slap back the rivulettes dribbling down her forehead. Her body felt heavy under what was at least ten pounds of splooge adhered to her skin.
She needed a shower. Tiara found her lanyard and went to check for the room number, but discovered that the sticky-note was basically destroyed from the moisture of the cum.
“3140, I think it was…” the dripping brunette muttered, “It better have a shower.”
Slow, heavy steps hefted Tiara to the elevator lobby. Although she was barely moving with any momentum, the layer of cum encasing her cock pulled it down against the depths of her inner pussy, constantly teasing penetration. Tiara sneered at what appeared to be two women conjoined at the hip get onto an elevator and let it close without noticing Tiara. She slogged over to the call button and jammed her finger on it, a string of semen stretching away from it. Tiara could feel the soft layer of goo drying into a cracking shell across her back, atop her shoulders, and behind her knees. It made her shiver.
In short order the elevator arrived, Tiara left another cum string on the button, and it let her out. More and more of her glistening glaze continued to dry as Tiara dripped her way to 3140. The cool sensation over her skin popped her nipples, which were themselves starting to be clutched in a dry layer of dickwoman cum. She had to wipe the keycard clean on the hallway carpet before the door would recognize it, but eventually she got into the stateroom.
Tiara’s teats popped even harder as she walked into the blasting air conditioning in the state room. There was nobody there to bark at, commanding them to “Turn it down,” and since Tiara didn’t know where the controls were she simply escaped the cold draft into the bathroom and shut the door.
The water was hot, but the pressure wasn’t so high that Tiara could just point the nozzle at herself and shunt off the sticking semen. It took her half an hour of spraying and hand-wiping to clear off her skin, and another half and hour - and nearly the entirety of the shampoo provided in the shower - to feel like she’d gotten it all out of her hair.
All of this while trying not to stimulate her red rubber cock too much.
Finally Tiara felt clean. She dried off her body, wrapped up her hair, and stepped out of the bathroom right back into the full-power air conditioner.
“Fucking damn it…” A quick search of the room presented the state room’s environmental controls and Tiara switched them off. The blowing air stopped and left Tiara insilence. She stood at the window looking out over the ocean spreading endlessly before her.
Tiara would master this ship, and then she’d master all that water out there. The idea caused her two moisten behind her clit-cock.
As she stood at the window, naked save for the towel around her hair, hands on her hips and dick raised proudly, Tiara heard the state room door open behind her.
“Oh, hey, you must be the roommate? I wondered when the fuck you’d show up.”
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Before heading up to the Ledo Deck Neome had put her hair up into a tight bun. Bending down to reach her feet meant bunching together her six tits in a way that rubbed them all against each other and nearly caused Neome to jump on Carina’s rubber cock again. So Carina helped Neome slip on a black thong that nestled over her blue pussy, and a pair of Daisy Dukes.
Carina borrowed one of Neome’s bras and a t-shirt. After much consideration over the pros and cons of robe versus skirt, Carina finally put on one of Neome’s gauzy skirts. It rested JUST gently enough atop Carina’s clitty-cock that she believed it wouldn’t turn her on as much as the soft-yet-heavy terry cloth robe, and it provided some semblance of coverage that made Carina feel much more comfortable going out. Carina did have to accept leaving the stateroom without underwear on - and that her permanently hard rod was unmistakably lifting the front of the wispy skirt. But it was something, and did cover her ass.
Next to Neome’s naked half-dozen titties it was easy to feel like the less-exposed one. All six boobs wobbled about her ribs with each step of Neome’s wedge cork sandals. Walking through the hallways Neome thought about how nice it was to feel the cool conditioned air wafter over the skin of her breasts. To feel their shifting and bouncing unencumbered. Neome loved how it all felt, wished she’d taken the jump to do this when she’d only had two.
As the pair arrived at the buffet on the Ledo Deck Neome really thought about how this was the first time she was purposefully letting others see her topless. Her mind - and body - were awash with emotions, between pride, shame, arousal, fear, and anxiety.
The duo didn’t know quite what to expect of their fellow cruisemates in either appearance or reaction, but it appeared that the majority of the guests were still typically human. As they browsed the salads, meats, deserts, drinks, and other fixin’s lined up and down the ship Carina and Neome could see the occasional cat-ear-adorned head or third leg, but despite their personal experiences it appeared most of the ship’s guests had not yet been altered.
And, despite the ship’s lax policy on clothes, the majority of people milling about the Ledo deck were dressed, physically altered or not. That didn’t mean that the clothes were what one would expect to see people at a buffet dressed in. Some of the women were in lingerie, others in swimsuits of varying coverage, some in body stockings, some slinky dresses, some comfy pajamas, and others standard shorts and shirts.
And every passenger looked absolutely amazing and comfortable in their outfit.
Carina and Neome tried not to stare or gawk at the alterations or outfits - and others appeared to be doing the same to them. On occasion each would catch a look or glance at the blue dildo or six jiggling jugs, but that usually didn’t linger or was followed up by a swift affirmative flirty smile. Both women slowly felt more and more comfortable with themselves and the acceptance from the passengers around them.
Their worst anxieties waylaid, Carina and Neome agreed to split and meet back at a group of tables so they could each get what they wanted to eat, and Carina got in line for a salad. As she waited to work her way along there were a pair of women in front of her the blonde quickly realized were roommates still getting to know each other.
“I’ve got to warn you,” the first, a deeply tanned brunette dressed in the provided terry cloth robe, said to her companion, “I’m really used to jilling myself to sleep. And I’m not used to having to be quiet about it.”
“That’s okay,” the other said, a platinum blonde with purposefully fake-looking breasts beneath a full-body fishnet. Electrical tape covered her nipples, and a pleather thong was wedged up her equally bulbous rear, “There’s so many fucking hot femmes on this boat I may not be able to resist myself. And if you ever want any help…oh! Yes, beans, please...”
As lima beans were spooned onto the blonde’s salad the brunette continued.
“I won’t say no, but, I also kind of...like doing it myself,” the brunette continued, also putting out her bowl for lima beans, “Honestly, if I had an excuse to flick my bean all day non-stop I’d gladly do it! OH! Oh shit!”
The brunette had been startled as her left hand suddenly released the salad bowl and she struggled to keep it from dropping out of the grip of her right hand. Carina watched as the brunette’s rogue hand lowered down and slipped into the robe. The brunette fidgeted and gasped as her hand was clearly pushing its way past panties to her pussy.
“Fuck, ooo, oh…” the brunette continued to hiss as she tried to move down the salad bar one-handed. Beneath the robe Carina could see her squeezing her thighs and stumbling in her steps.
“What happened?” the platinum blonde asked.
“My left hand! It...it’s, mmm, pinching my clit! On its own!”
“What? Really?”
“Yeah, I can’t...fffffffuuuuck, guh, it won’t listen to me! I can’t pull it away!”
“Let’s get you to a table before you drop that thing!”
Carina couldn’t pull her eyes away as she watched the pair swiftly sit at a nearby table. The brunette fell back heavily onto her chair, her salad bowl nearly tipping over. Her left hand was still deep between her thighs and she had to adjust her seat so as to not crush it. As she stared down at what was happening the shock of it was clearly fading away to happy satisfaction.
“You okay?” asked the platinum blonde.
“Oh...yeaaah, I could get used to this…mmm, I think my clit is-”
“Do you mind, uh, to keep moving?”
Carina’s attention was snapped back to her task at hand by the question asked from the woman behind her in line at the salad bar. Blushing and nodded Carina rushed through the last few items before grabbing some lemonade and heading back to where she was supposed to meet Neome.
The triple-busted woman was already at a table, her tray with its sandwich and ice water placed down. Neome was staring down at the chair, considering the best course of action for sitting at the table with her six enlarged boobs.
“Neome! Neome! I think I just saw someone get changed!” Carina hissed, as if what was happening was some secret. She was bouncing on her toes, too excited to consider how her rubber rod was heaving its base in and out of her pussy.
“Okay, okay, calm down! We’re not at a risk of lacking altered people!” Neome laughed, placing a hand on her roommate’s shoulder so she’d settle, “Let’s eat first!”
“Fine, but, I think I have a theory,” Carina said as she pulled out her chair. She sat down so quickly that she couldn’t react in time to keep her plastic dick from swinging up and banging into the underside of the table. Less than any pain it was the pressure pushing the base down against her moistening canal that gave Carina pause. She used the material of the skirt to dip her shaft down low enough to seat herself properly, although there was nothing she could do to keep its head from gently tapping the underside of the table.
Neome was more calculated with her sitting process. With six tits the size of grapefruits bouncing before her - each of which sensitive enough that their own motion against each other was enough to turn her on - she had to think this through. She pulled the chair out well beyond where she would have pulled it in the past. Sitting down she had at least a foot between her middle nipples and the table’s surface - she thought. It was hard for Neome to see everything before her. She reached down and gripped the chair so that when she leaned forward slightly she kept it tight to her butt. She felt the weight of her titties swing forward, the total mass of them threatening her balance.
Neome took little steps forward until she felt the edge of the table start to press into the horizontal cleavage of her second and third row of breasts. Slowly she leaned back and adjusted her angle until she was full seated on the deck once more. Her lowest row of breasts were pressed under the edge of the table with only minor discomfort. Her middle set rested atop the table, bulging like water balloons under their weight and the weight of the top pair resting more directly on them. That extra pressure was only minorly erotic. It was imperfect, but Neome figured she’d get better at accounting for their arrangement in time. It was only Day 1, afterall.
“Eat, then tell me,” Neome instructed the overly excited Carina, who stabbed at her salad with frustration. Neome shook her head in amusement as she lifted her BLT sandwich. She eagerly bit into the lightly toasted bread, through the bacon, then lettuce, the tomato, and the generous layer of mayo at the bottom. Neome had given up sandwiches like this LONG ago to maintain the figure that had helped propel her social media feeds to success. But, given the environment and the six ginormous titties covering up most of that figure, Neome was eager to revisit carbs and calories.
Carina was poking at her salad mopily. Her mind was split between her theory about how people brought on their changes, and how annoyed she was that she’d only gotten salad. Salad! For years she’d scraped and foraged for food from dumpsters, trashcans, discarded grocery surplus, and she now had the opportunity to eat prime rib so close she could smell it and she’d gotten fucking salad?! What had she been thinking?
A few bites in and Carina was done with the greens. She could get more food - more decadent food - later. The blue-endowed blonde looked up to check how close Neome was to finishing her sandwich when Carina’s eyes went wide. As Neome had been eating her BLT she’d unknowingly been squeezing the mayo to the back end of the bread - and a large bulge of it was nearly to the point of dropping off.
“Neome, wait-”
to be continued...
