(The year is 2220, the human race has hurried to colonize the solar system, in the mad dash to space biological agents are introduced to the food supply to feed the ever expanding population. These agents have worked their way into our genetic make up, humanity has evolved to experience what they’ve come to call a second puberty.
Men and women find themselves with greatly increased physical features, greater muscle tone and muscle mass, enlarged genitals, and drastically higher libidos. Due to this, sex is a daily unavoidable occurrence, most jobs offer some “personal” time during the work day to allow for it and ensure productivity, typically referred to as “Fuck breaks”.
With some occupations, it’s common to find coworkers having sex openly in their down time.
The most sought after jobs now involve long periods of “free time” allowing people to enjoy their overly sexual bodies and minds. The more boring the job, the more in demand the spot.
Inter-solar system cargo hauling is one of the most sought after occupations, the men and women aboard vast cargo transports spending months at a time on their own, doing nothing but minding their ships cargo and the bodies of their shipmates.)
Jet finished signing his forms, he had to hurry, his bag had been checked when he arrived but was delayed so the security guard, a beautiful busty blonde, could “inspect” his cock, not believing its reported size. Almost tossing the clipboard at the desk man, he grabbed the black duffle bag and took off down the ramp to the dock.
Like most men he was broad shouldered and muscular, with hard cut eight pack abs after his second puberty. His dark hair was barely visible in the buzz cut he’d gotten only a few days ago, he was told he had a models face, but nowadays everyone did.
Like everyone else on the dock he was dressed in a simple jumpsuit. The baggy grey garment was unbuttoned to the waist, showing off his muscular torso beneath, his pants bulged obscenely to accommodate his incredible size, like most men, Jets second puberty gave him more then just muscles, his cock had grown immensely, while the average male would end up around twenty inches with the “above average” guys nearer to twenty four inches.
Jet was an incredible thirty one inches hard, just over two and a half feet, his balls grew with his trouser snake and sat around the size of large cantaloupes. His genitals, more than his handsome face, got him more girlfriends then he knew what to do with, as much as he didn’t mind the female company, he wanted to work, especially if he had female company while he worked.
The dock was a chaotic mess of activity, dozens of workers moving in every direction, some hauling cargo from one place to another or loading huge transport ships. Haulers raced from one end of the dock to the other almost hitting a dozen workers in their haste. Jet had spent two years on a dock like this, learning what skills he could as his second puberty hit. The job gave him several brakes for sex but those were an hour or two at most, if he was on a ship he could have days, weeks, or even months for it. The day his second puberty hit he put his name in for the job lottery, hoping he’d be selected for a place on a ship.
Three months ago he got the call, the young man couldn’t believe his luck. Not only did he get a posting but he was personally chosen for this ship, this slow, heavy, cargo transport with a crew of thirty, of that only three men could be counted among the crew. Four now including Jet. Four guys and twenty six eager and absolutely fuckable women. Those were his kinds of numbers.
The ‘Fast Jenny’ was a very slow, very large ship, nine hundred feet long and a hundred and fifty feet tall. It was cylindrical with a flat top and raised box looking section at her front for the bridge area. The upper level was solely for crew while everything below it was cargo space. Six huge cargo holds, three on each side, spanned her length with a blocky section ant her aft for engineering. A massive loading ramp was lowered for her port side middle hold, lifters scurrying to move equipment and supplies to fill the ponderous vessel. In front of the ramp stood the ships captain.
Lisa Wilde was a tall woman, with very short blonde hair, she was muscular and broad shouldered with a well defined eight pack, thick legs and arms, amazonian some would say when they saw her. Her build was topped off with a large firm ass and even bigger tits. The orbs, near perfect LL cup spheres, sat proudly on her chest free from even the slightest bit of sag.
Today she wore a baggy grey jumpsuit like the rest of her crew that hid her ass from view but couldn’t hope to hide the width of her hips or the impressive roundness of her ass as it filled out the pants, her torso was hidden only by the red colored vest she wore, it’s fabric stretched to its limits trying to contain her massive chest yet still failing to hide her body with the barely translucent high visibility fabric, the closer Jet got to his captain she might as well have been topless.
She was shouting orders to a group of dock workers when he approached. “Who the fuck are you?” She asked sternly with a look that stopped him in his tracks as he approached.
“Jet Rile, sir…mam…captain.” He said stumbling and saluting her with one hand while handing her his crew papers with the other.
“Ah yes, the other new kid.” She took his papers and added them to her clipboard. Jet gathered by her comment there was another ‘Greenhorn’, as new crewman were called. “Put your hand down, this isn’t the military.” She said looking him over. Her eyes roamed his muscular body beneath his jumpsuit and made a noticeable stop at his groin, she’d know his measurements just as she’d know them for every member of her crew. “I require my crew report in two hours before departure, is that clear?”
“Yes captain.” Jet said concerned he was in trouble on his first day. He’d waited for several years to get this gig and worked his ass off to better his chances, if he lost it here he didn’t know what he’d do.
“Explain to why you’re late on your first day.” She ordered. Her eyes could bore holes in his head with her stare alone, he was sure.
“Port supervisor took me aside for an inspection, mam.” He answered quickly. Captain Wilde cocked an eyebrow, she knew what he meant of course, who wouldn’t? It would be unprofessional to just say he spent the last two hours balls deep in a screaming blonde.
“Next time just tell me you were fucking the brains out of some slut.” She said taking her attention off him for a moment. “I won’t like it but I can’t fire you for it.” She mumbled. That seemed like a good sign to him. Jet slowly released a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. He’d been told to be professional to everyone especially the captain, but if she wanted it like that he was happy to obey.
“Yes mam.” He answered. She gave his groin one more look before dismissing him.
“Get aboard and report to Luke, he’s my second, he’ll set you up.” She nodded to the ship. Jet nodded again, he was relieved he was still allowed on board before he screwed up too badly. He strode past his captain as she started yelling at another group of dock workers. “Come on you fucking pansies, are those muscles for show? Fucking push that thing! We need to get it loaded!” He chuckled, if that was the captain he couldn’t wait to see the crew.
Up the huge loading ramp Jet found a giant of a man with dark skin, the man was tall, almost seven feet to Jet six and a half, bald and equally broad with a bit more bulk to him, his arms looked almost twice as wide as his head, he stood directing traffic as loaders came and went. The man had a serious look on his face and Jet was immediately intimidated by him.
He stood with his tree trunk legs apart, huge arms folded across his barrel chest. Jet concluded right away this had to be “Luke” the captains executive office. As Jet approached the big man’s serious look turned into a warm smile. In a heartbeat he questioned everything he’d assumed about the man. “You’re late, Cap’s not a fan of that.” He said with a laugh.
“I know, she already told me. You Luke?” He asked.
“That’s me, XO of this fat bellied bitch.” He said with a laugh. “Come on kid, I’ll get you squared away.” He said then called to a dock supervisor to take over. Luke lead him through the filling cargo hold, he explained they were running industrial supplies and equipment to mars then they’d load up with different equipment and it was on to the asteroid belt for delivery, they’d bring raw ore mined from the rocks back to earth and wait for their next load.
“It’s a milk run, just us, open space, and the lovely ladies.” He said with a smile and a wink, that certainly sounded good to Jet. Luke went over the do’s and dont’s of shipboard life as they went up a huge staircase along one wall of the hold.
He explained every hold of the “Jenny” was the same, a staircase lead from the floor to a walkway above, the walkway stretched the full width of the hold, just off its center and suspended from the ceiling was a crew office, hosting a couple crew stations, a large plush chair, and a simple but sturdy looking bed. Opposite the office was a thick door barely wide enough for Luke to get through, beyond that was the hall the crew would be using to get to the cargo holds. After that was the shipboard rules.
Captain Wilde kept it simple, jumpsuits were required when docked, when traveling clothing was optional. “Just wear whatever’s comfortable.” Luke said with a wink. “Or nothing at all.”
“Nothing?” Mark liked what he heard but wanted to make sure he heard it correctly.
“Yeah saves time if your cock is already out, the ladies enjoy easy access.” He laughed then leaned in to almost whisper. “But I recommend keeping that thing contained at first, at least until we clear Mars, make the ladies work for it. Gives them something play with.” He laughed loudly and clapped Jet on the back. “Oh and about that, you can fuck anywhere you want and as long as you want, but you have to log in on time and the work has to get done by end of shift. No excuses.” His voice was light but his look was stern. Mark had learned during his time working the dock that almost every ship held that one rule above everything else, work before fun.
Through the thick solid door they came to the main corridor that ran the length of the ship. One more set of stairs brought them to the habitation level, Jet could feel the difference in temperature as it was chilly below and up here it was considerably warmer.
The crew mess hall was sparse with a few empty tables and cabinets along one wall, with its opposite having an opening for access to the galley. Further down, moving toward the front of the ship was a crew lounge, then the quartermasters office, and beyond that was the crew dorm and officers quarters. “Do you have hammocks?” Luke asked. Hammocks were pieces of men’s underwear specially designed for the oversized bulges of the male crew.
“I have a few but they didn’t really have them my size.” He admitted. Luke didn’t believe him until Jet showed his ID badge with his over two and a half foot measurements.
“Christ you’re a big one…” Luke said laughing. “You’ll fit right in.” He added and pulled two hammocks from the shelf, they only stocked the largest size available. The big man signed the quartermasters log and handed them to Jet. “Here, it’s what we’ve got, I’m sure one of the girls can help you get into them.” He chuckled. “Or Val will be happy to customize some for you.” He chuckled continuing to the crew dorm.
The crew dorm room was one long room, double wide beds ran along the two longest walls alternating sides, in the middle was an open seating area with some plush chairs, couches, and a large round mattress. “Officers quarters are down the hall port side, showers are starboard across from them, Bridge just straight down and up the stairs, engineering is straight down back the way we came.” Luke explained.
In the crew quarters they walked down rows of but double wide beds Mark saw lewd pictures of pornstars, male and female, and fitness models in several bunks, others had make up and the skimpiest lingerie and bikini’s he’d ever seen as well as impressively large and veiny fake cocks sitting openly on the beds. Mark saw a few open beds further down. “Take your pick.” Luke instructed.
Jet chose an open beside a taken one littered with g-strings of every color imaginable. He felt lucky, the open bed be claimed was right next to the sitting area. He put his bag on the bed and noticed above the bed sat three numbered lights, he was going to ask about them but was promptly lead back out.
Jets assignment was as an equipment operator and cargo handler, he was qualified on several pieces of industrial equipment for those tasks, which he was sure helped get him the job.
Luke lead him back to the open hold, he was directed to hop into an anti gravity lift and move a heavy piece of industrial equipment further into the hold. Jet spent almost an hour under Luke’s direction, spying several voluptuous women he hoped were part of the crew. The two men laughed and spoke, getting to know each other.
The big man had sailed on the “Jenny” for ten years, seeing his family when he could. He had a wife, three kids, and girlfriends in every port, he’d visit and stayed with them when the ship docked for extended periods. His wife was well known to the crew apparently. Luke said he’d make it a priority to introduce Jet to her when they returned and not to be surprised if she insisted he be naked.
Jet told his story, how he’d worked to get this assignment, what it was like with his cock being “well above average size” after his second puberty. Parents, siblings, girlfriends, girlfriends mothers, co workers…Luke grilled him on everything and every one, trying to have him be as detailed as possible. With each question and answer the cargo hold filled up more and more. He found out every guy aboard the Jenny had a cock almost at the three foot mark, the captain hand selected each personally, Jet wondered if he was the biggest. He’d heard some men and women experienced some growth in space, he never learned how or why and anyone he asked was tight lipped about it.
“Trust me kid, you're definitely the biggest of us and that’s not likely to change.” The XO laughed. When the hold was full Jet carefully maneuvered the lift in its dock in the ceiling before climbing out and hopping down to meet Luke on the deck of the hold.
Jet spied the captain again, this time she was walking up the ramp toward the pair of big men on the deck. Her one hand held her clipboard while her other slipped to her top and started unbuttoning her safety vest. As she reached the two men the only thing keeping the vest covering her huge tits were her pert nipples catching on the fabric. Lisa thumbed a device on the belt at her waist.
“All hands report to stations, prepare for departure.” Her voice echoed in the now full cargo hold and, Jet suspected, in every corner of the ship. “Seal it up.” She instructed.
“Aye Cap” The big man replied and moved to a control panel at the base of the stairs along the back wall. It lit up when he placed an ID card to it, a few button presses saw yellow lights started blinking, warning sirens started blaring in the cargo bay, and the huge metal ramp slowly began rising with the protest of the starting pneumatics. Mark watched the huge ramp rise and settle into place with a loud clang followed by locks and seals engaging to secure the ramp, now cargo hold wall, to the hull.
Looking back up the stairs Jet could see the captain peeling off her vest leaving her upper body naked, his eyes followed the shape of her plump booty then watched as she left her vest at the top of the stairs. Jet grinned when he saw the well shaped sides of her huge tits as she topped the landing and left her safety vest on the railing. His appreciation for his captains body was interrupted by Luke laughing beside him.
“You’re going to have to really prove yourself before that one fucks you.” He said with a grin. Mark could only imagine and grinned back, in response, unashamed he was caught daydreaming about the captain.
Jet was instructed to gather in the crew lounge, he found himself surrounded by twenty women and one lone fellow male. It appeared there wasn’t a single woman on board with tits smaller than beachballs. Every woman was a picture of bimbo bodied perfection, their jumpsuits tight to their bodies with the tops unzipped to either mid chest or just below their spherical breasts. The lone male crewman had his top unzipped and open, his bulging bodybuilders physique showing underneath.
Looking around Jet had to do everything in his power to keep his cock in check, the appendage was threatening to tear through his jumpsuit. Everyone was dressed in the same style of baggy jumpsuit, most of the crew hadn’t met tge new guy yet and happily started flirting and introducing themselves before Luke interrupted by clearing his throat loudly.
“Alright listen up ladies.” He began, Luke had disappeared when he dropped Jet off, he returned with a clipboard in hand, his massive form taking up the entirety of the doorway. “Rotations will be posted in an hour as soon as I fit our two greenies in.” Jet assumed he meant the new crew members, himself and one other, he couldn’t help wondering who the other was. “I expect no arguments from anyone and blowjobs won’t get you better assignments, but don’t let me stop you from trying.” He said drawing a chuckle from the room.
“What about anal?” A female voice called out the question.
“I’ll end up balls deep in that ass anyway Mar.” Was the big mans grinning response, the room fill with good natured laughter.
“Main engine start.” A female voice echoed through an unseen intercom. “Lift off thrust engaging.”
A deep hum reported the big ships engines powering up, followed by a shudder as thrusters fired, forcing the ponderous vessel to fight the docks artificial gravity and push its way into space. “Alright people, brace!” The big man barked. Jet was almost caught off guard by the violence of the shaking, he grabbed hold of a railing when he heard the engines kick up. The muscles in his arm tensed drawing looks and smiles from his female crewmates.
The vessel rocked again, most of the women in the hall seemed to expect it and braced themselves, two fell against Jets powerful form, their massive breasts pancaked against his torso while arms reached up to grab a hold of him so they didn’t fall.
Jet suspected they did this on purpose. His suspicions were confirmed when a hand from both ladies fell to his bulge, the hands gave his manhood a squeeze, his size elicited moans and grins from each of them. He responded with a partial smile and quiet chuckle, letting the laugh rumble in his chest. The women leaned against him harder, he welcomed their voluptuous bodies. Again he had to split his attention to keep his cock from tearing his clothing.
Outside the giant vessel, it’s thick form creaked in protest against the stations gravity. Red warning lights blinked and spun, the dock lighting dimmed and the Fast Jenny hefted its giant body upward one slow foot at a time. The ships intercom clicked on.
“All hands prepare for ship gravity.” A female voice, not the captain, said. Everyone in the lounge tensed as the Jenny engaged her artificial gravity, combining with the stations own gravity system put pressure on the crew. The massive vessel slid sideways out of the dock into open space, as the station slowly released its hold letting the Jenny float free and shipboard gravity returned to earth normal.
Jet breathed a sigh of relief, it wasn’t his first time but he never got used to the sensation. “All hands prepare for main drive acceleration.” The voice announced. This wasn’t anything more than a light push as the engines engaged pushing the ship onward.
“Ok ladies, one hour.” Luke announced and disappeared into the hall. Jet was suddenly pressed against a group of super busty bodies. A dozen women, now his crewmates, were eager to meet the new guy. The big man could feel hands groping and exploring his muscular body beneath his jumpsuit.
“Hey baby…”
“Hi honey…”
“How much you packin’ stud?”
He smiled and moved through the group, trying to make his way to the doorway so he could follow Luke. He didn’t mind the attention from so many busty ladies but he was curious about this other new crew member. As he smiled and tried introducing himself to each bimbo bodied beauty, Jet spied a girl with their back toward him, from the back she looked like everyone else, slim, wide hips, giant tits, packed into an baggy jumpsuit, topped of with long blonde hair the same shade as the captains.
He tried to work his way over to her but was blocked off by a dozen busty babes all introducing themselves and trying to size up his genitals. The shorter woman disappeared into the hall and he was forced to give up. Jet spent the full hour flirting and being felt up, by his new crew mates. He lost track of time.
A pounding hand on the wall halted conversation in the lounge. Luke had posted the assignment sheet and knew his heavy fist would call attention to it. He grinned and slipped back into the hall to continue with his duties while everyone in the room pressed forward to see what they were doing, and who they’d be fucking first.
It took ten minutes of patient light pushing for Jet to see the sheet. He was to inspect Cargo 2, 4, and 6, on third shift. Most ships from earth stuck to the twenty four hour clock. A work shift ran in for ten hours, eight for the assigned crew team and an hour on each end for overlap with the prior and following shifts. Jet checked the clock, he had four hours before he had to report to his station.
“Hey, new cock.” A voice behind him called. When he turned Jet came face to face with an angelic tanned bimbo with a pair of monstrous tits.
She stood a head shorter than Jet, her skin was a light tan, her hair fell to her shoulder blades a dark brown color with a hint of red to it. Her skin appeared to glisten like she was covered in sweat or oil, yet her jumpsuit was completely dry, holding on for dear life against her ultra curvaceous form literally “stuffed” into it.
Wearing a jumpsuit on so voluptuous a body made it look skin tight, literally painted on her. Mark had never seen an hourglass figure like hers before. Her tits were like a pair of melons, her waist impossibly narrow, and her hips seemed wider than her shoulders. The way she was standing gave Jet a view of just how much firm ass was stuffed into her pants.
While he was collecting himself to answer the woman stepped toward him. “The names Valerie, call me Val, quartermaster.” She declared introducing herself and her station. She was responsible for everything the ship and crew needed to live and work. All supplies, food, water, clothing, bedsheets, everything, went to her and came from her.
“Luke told me you needed some hammocks.” She stated.
“Y…yes mam.” He stammered. She gave him a wink.
“Not mam, just Val, or when you fuck me call me slut, bitch, whore, cunt, or anything else you’ve heard your mother called when she gets fucked hard.” She winked. “Follow me new guy.” She said. Jet was more than happy to. Walking behind this voluptuous crew mate he was hypnotized by the sway and jiggle of her ass. He was walked to her office were she strutted around her desk.
“Like the show?”
“Mam?” Jet was confused.
“I told you, Val. My ass. You were watching my huge fuckable ass the whole time.” Caught, Jet wasn’t going to deny it. He shrugged and smiled his admission.
“And you’re not even hard? You’re hurting my feelings new guy.” She pouted.
“My names Jet.”
“You name is new guy until you shove that dick in me and I decide you’re stud enough to have a name.” She said sternly. He shifted on his feet. Val briefly explained Luke asking her to look into Jets hammock situation, make sure he had something that fit. “So let’s see it.” She prompted.
“See…”
“I need to see what you’re working with. Take out that huge cock.” She ordered. Jet smirked and pulled off his jumpsuit. He saw her eyes get wide as he peeled it off his torso, moving downward. He made a show of slowly reaching into his groin and slowly hefting out his huge limp cock. All two feet of his thick flaccid length, complete with his oversized plump cockhead, hung for her to examine.
“The biggest barely fit me soft.” He explained. “I need something that’ll hold this thing.” He added. Val’s eyes were wide with hunger as she looked over his manhood. She licked her lips, salivating at the appendage now freed in her office.
“Now that’s a big fucking cock.” She said grinning.