Star Trek: The Futa Generation
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				Title: <strong>Star Trek: The Futa Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AthenaNude</strong> on <strong>20-02-2010, 17:36:51</strong>
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				The diplomat paced her quarters like a caged lion. Some silly malfunction had triggered cell lock on her entire floor, coupled with coincidental timing of communications being off line due to some diagnostics rubbish only frustrated matters.<br><br>Luckily the replicators were working ... however synthahol was only so good.&nbsp; Still, she had to be thankful she was a diplomat and warranted a suite equipped with a replicator.&nbsp; Most of the crew's quarters didn't have them.<br><br>"Hmm I must talk to someone about this. How old do we have to be to be adults around here ?" Andrea murmured to herself through pursed lips after taking a sip of what should have been powerful vodka "Surely such restraints for for people who need to keep their wits about them always, why me too ?"<br><br>A decent drink that actually got one tipsy would be very much welcome right about now. Only three hours had past but it was three hours too long for Andrea. Most thought diplomats were meant to be patient, but Andrea relied on empathic skills from her betaziod heritage more than superb timing.<br><br>Without really expecting anything to come of it Andrea tried her comm badge, a new bit of technology that was recently introduced aboard ship.&nbsp; Not everyone had them yet, but she was among the lucky ones.<br><br>"Diplomat Light here can anyone else hear me ? "<br><br>To the betazoid's surprise there came an answer in the form of a very sexy female voice.&nbsp; "Affirmative.&nbsp; I assume this is Ms. Light?&nbsp; This is Lt. Uhura. I'm reading your location and I apologize for the inconvenience but there was a strange energy surge throughout the ship while we were running a few system diagnostics.&nbsp; Please stand by."<br><br><br>************************************************************<br><br>Meanwhile, in her quarters nearby, Operations Officer Ayaname was reading a system specifications manual, as there was nothing else to really do while she was stuck in her private room.&nbsp; It was hard to focus on the details appearing on the screen with the events of the past several months still fresh in her mind, but she tried her best.&nbsp; Images of Captain Janeway, Seven of Nine, Deanna Troi, Jadzia Dax, Hoshi Sato, and several others she'd briefly met rushed unbidden to her mind.&nbsp; The Marpessa was no ordinary ship, having traveled before through time and dimension due to some sort of strange phenomena associated with a powerful alien race and acquired several new crew members in the process, including the Captain herself.&nbsp; <br><br>Hitomi looked around the room, feeling her thick member slowly starting to enlarge at the very sexual thoughts coming unbidden to her mind.&nbsp; It became more and more difficult to concentrate on the screen she was viewing.&nbsp; She found herself thinking of absolutely obscene things regarding the crew and officers of the ship.&nbsp; She had always been a sexual woman, with an open and enlightened view on relationships, but this seemed to be much more intense.&nbsp; It was like a battle to stay focused on the information on the screen.<br><br>Suddenly, almost as a relief, there came a hailing signal on the communicator console on the wall and the soft raspy voice of the captain came through.&nbsp; "Lt. Ayaname, this is Captain Janeway.&nbsp; I'm sorry about your situation, Lieutenant, but it couldn't be helped.&nbsp; We received reports of some sort of energy spike all through the ship and it was strong enough to knock out a number of systems, including the relays and backups.&nbsp; We should have the problem fixed soon and all systems up and running normally.&nbsp; I'll need you and Ms. Light to both report to the medical bay at your earliest convenience, for a routine examination.&nbsp; Your deck was hardest hit by the surge and I want to be sure everyone there is alright.&nbsp; Janeway out."<br><br>***************************************************************<br><br>Not long after both Andrea and Hitomi received their respective messages the doorways of their quarters opened abruptly, unlocking, and then closed normally.&nbsp; Apparently the problem had been fixed and both were free to leave their rooms.<br><br>Star Trek Sound Effects - Enterprise Doors Open Into Corridor (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BAt6yEwshQA&amp;feature=related#)
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				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 08:04:24</strong>
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				"Finally.." Hitomi said under her breath, hearing the familiar opening and shutting of her door that signaled that the lock down was over. Slowly, Hitomi stood up, and blushed as she saw the large bulge in her uniform, placed there by her overly sexual thoughts and vivid imagination, something that was both a gift and a curse, as while her imagination allowed her more freedom and out of the box thinking, it also was very apt to give her many sex daydreams, which usually resulted in a large bulge in her uniform.<br><br>Sighing, Hitomi walked around her room for a few moments, clearing her head of her perverse thoughts. The Futa held a small pad with her as she walked, typing in several things on the keypad on it, running her own diagnostics of the ship. As chief operations officer, she was responsible for the well being of the Marpessa, and being locked down like this had gotten on her nerves, as it had effectively rendered her useless...but she was no longer useless now, and, finally getting her erection down so that nothing was noticeable under her uniform, Hitomi left her room, listening to the familiar 'shh' of the sliding door.<br><br>As she made her way down the hall towards the sickbay, Hitomi's thoughts happened upon her crew members again. She shook her head, clearing her mind of all the new people they had picked up, knowing she mustn't get distracted by them. "A check up...I'm fine..." Hitomi said in almost a childish whine, for she never liked doctors with their evil needles, but Captain Janeway had ordered it, so she had to comply. Arriving shortly at the sickbay, she peered inside. "Doctor Crusher? I'm here for my examination." She said, looking for their Chief Medical officer.
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				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 12:41:38</strong>
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				http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56747.msg2596766#msg2596766 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56747.msg2596766#msg2596766)<br><br>Negotiator Light sighed deeply, put down the glass and threw both hands in the air<br><br><strong>"Finally"</strong><br><br>.. before making her way quickly to a nearby elevator tube<br><div align="center">(http://sims.sb254.com/endevour/images/interiors/corridor_04a.jpg)<br></div>After exiting it didn't take many turns before she found the med bay. Strange all corridors seems silent. Weird. After a hail at the door the doorway opened<br><br><div align="center">(http://www.beyondhollywood.com/stillsx/2007/11/jennifer-morrison-star-trek11-2.jpg)<br></div><strong>"Take a seat please Negotiator"</strong> the nurse instructed from a table nearby.... <br><br>After Light did so the doctor walked over with a scanner and read the readouts intently.<br><strong><br>"Do you mind taking your dress off please. There is something I need to check"<br><br>"You sure this is necessary doctor?" <br><br>"Yes it is I'm afraid" <br></strong><br>After a quizical look the negotiator removed the dress. Luckily the room was quiet cold, which makes Light's phallus considerably more femininely small than usual.<br><br><div align="center">(http://img705.imageshack.us/img705/9562/ericawhitenighty44.jpg)</div>
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				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 14:31:21</strong>
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				Yeoman Talina Zhan comes into medical to get the weekly docotors report for the captain, a new crewman most haven't seen her species before. Or her four nice firm breasts in the short uniform that also shows the outline of two vaginas if she positions in certain ways. In red naturally.<br><br>She is trying to be professional handing over her omputer board for the file transfer but damn it that fut nude is giving her very nasty thoughts including images of playing musical holes with her four openings with that gorgeous cock. Purely keeping that to herself but she has clue the patiant is a Betazoid.<br><br>"Wait I forgot I'm due for my initial physical if I recall why not take care of both of us and get that out of the way?," she says knowing she can't put that off and the Captain can't ignore a required medical obligation. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 15:17:38</strong>
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				<strong>"Feel free to say introductions but do try and resume that position while the readings are done Negotiator"</strong> ... the doctor warns Andrea.<br><br>Andrea notices the stunning newcommer Yeoman Talina Zhan and waves <strong>"Hi there, please excuse my attire or lack of it, I don't mean to offend, I'm here for some medical check that is deemed cautionary, pertaining to the energy surge I think, is that right doctor ?"</strong><br><strong><br>"Yes it is and thanks for staying seated, the scan is almost complete.. just a minute or two more"</strong><br><br><strong>"Well then" </strong>Andrea looks back to the Yeoman, <strong>"Im Andrea, Ships negotiator I'm an empath but my betazoid family is somewhat disgraced, however luckily such things don't really become rumor beyound my home planet thank god ! Thankfully a ship like this sure should lead to interesting negations don't you think ? Better than the bitching back at home anyway." </strong>Andrea's voice trailed off in hope the yoeman would give Andrea her name.<br><br>Just before she did so another face poked their head in waving for the doctor.<br><br><strong>"Talina and Hitomi, please come in sorry for using first names but I do need to see to a few things quickly .. that energy surge was unexpected and you know how paraniod star fleet regulations are "<br></strong><br>The doctor nodded to both and waved a hand in an offer for the others to also sit ..<br><strong><br>"And if you could be so good to remove your clothes also it will quicken matters and you can all be on your way all the sooner for it ... however if you prefer privacy ... waiting will be necessary. Oh lords Andrea I forgot to ask if you minded before letting others in ... how uncharacteristically unproffessional of me, perhaps being cramped up waiting for others has found me a little impatient"<br></strong><br><strong>"Oh doctor I don't mind others seeing me if they themselves are not offended, the sooner everyones fears can be put to rest the better" </strong>Andrea smiled at them all then laughed. <strong>"Oh your looking at me so strangely ! Don't worry I am not scanning you ! On ones first meeting that would be too rude, even for me !"&nbsp; </strong><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 17:16:54</strong>
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				Hitomi continued to look for a nurse or doctor to get her examination over with, and saw miss Andrea Light was already being examined. Hitomi blushed at seeing Andrea's large phallus, perverted thoughts racing through her head, thoughts that Miss Light wouldn't have trouble picking up on, being an empath and all. Hitomi licked her lips softly while still staring at Andrea, feeling herself begin to get an erection. <br><br>Hitomi blushed and turned away from their new negotiator, planning to walk off her erection again and come back when such a sexy woman wasn't sitting nude where she could see, but that was when Yeoman Talina stepped inside, blocking Hitomi's escape. "T-Talina...hello." Hitomi said to her, smiling softly, hoping that Talina wouldn't notice the growing erection in her uniform. "Hmm?" Hitomi turned, hearing the doctor ask them both to come into the examination room and remove their uniforms to make these routine examinations go faster, which caused Hitomi to blush again. With a sigh, she stepped into the examination room where Miss Light was, and removed her uniform and undergarments, sitting on another cold examination table not far from Andrea, her large erection in plain view. She sighed softly.&nbsp; <em>"Sometimes this body is a curse.</em> Hitomi thought to herself, her eyes watching Talina out of the corner, having never seen her nude before, curious as to how she looked. Just the thought of Talina nude made Hitomi bring a hand up to her small but perfectly shaped C-cup breasts, and when she caught herself touching her nipple, which had hardened in the cold air, she blushed against and stopped herself. "Need to focus..." Hitomi said under her breath, clearing her head to keep herself calm.
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				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>23-02-2010, 18:41:59</strong>
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				She undresses shamelessly, her people are modest with children around naturally but around adults are proud of their form. Everyone can see she has four nice B Cup Breasts with nicely formed nipples, two vaginas and freckled skin and is fit and a hairy mound just trimmed around the lips for hygiene. <br><br>The negotiator can find reading her hard before she had very strong first impression thoughts but now her mind is calm and well hard to sense much off of her. Her species is resistant to telepathy and by default empathy but not if she has strong emotions or feelings.<br><br>"I want to see about birth control it its needed, Futa folk like her may demand I get birth control shots in my case every week we are exceedingly fertile as a species, but am not sure so want to ask. Its nice being here. And don't be shy about your body your beautiful just the way you are I have to get used to such modesty in others. I'm sorry if my feelings and few thoughts were so passionate. " she says simply like its nothing being with a doctor.<br><br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 05:18:09</strong>
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				Blacklake eyed the empty hall before her skeptically, the lush office-like interior of the corridor currently cast in a dim light. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d ever seen the USS Mapressa so quiet, so eerily calm; it both chilled and, strangely enough, soothed the young ensign. Shaking her head as if to break the daze the security officer glanced at the datapad she carried, noting the list that had brought her to that ghostly passage in the first place. “That’s right,” she muttered out loud, attempting to drown out the silence, “I needed to check on the personnel of this deck, gather those items engineering required from the storage bay, see if medical needs a hand…” Sighing as she skimmed just the top of the assignments Zara couldn’t help but grumble as she moved to diligently carry them out. “How come nobody informed me that <em>'security officer'</em> was really just code for <em>'gofer'</em>.”<br><br>Clad mostly in the Starfleet uniform, Ensign Blacklake had only a single addition, a pair of dark suit pants. Knowing most would probably frown on such a thing she normally only donned them in situations such as the current one, where everybody was too busy to care or simply not around. So far she’d gotten away with it, simply slipping from them at any sign of a superior officer. Unfortunately, in the end, Zara was still accustomed to her own more conservative reality, not this new one where panty-shots were apparently regulation, women sported cocks which bulged and strained their uniforms and an entire crew was decidedly short of the Y-chromosome. And to think things were only going to get worse, Zara could already feel her tummy turning as she remembered the suggestions Janeway had proposed regarding uniforms. If she had to fit herself into one of those colored strings she’d die of embarrassment rather than phaser burn during the next enemy attack. Approaching a door panel the ensign was knocked from her thoughts as the doors slid open with an easy whoosh.<br><br>Stepping through, she turned to see one of the barely noticeable storage bays. “Might as well get that out of the way while I’m here,” she stated quietly to herself, the door once again making way to enter. To her dismay Zara found this room even darker than the halls, her first step meeting with a yelp, followed by a stumble and a crash, the officer soon fumbling about in the dark and on her knees while muttering, “I really hope that wasn’t anything important.” Another clank and thud. “Or that…” A light shuffling could be heard from the storage bay as the disorientated ensign attempted to clamber to her feet, only to groan as she felt her pants catch on something and suddenly give a loud <em>riiiiiip</em>; the sound of the non-regulation part of her outfit being shredded leading to a few choice curses. Discarding the now useless pair of pants she fell to her knees and tried to crawl for the exit, only to hit her head on a wall panel. Once the language had again died down the ensign continued her brave, on-hands-and-knees, shuffle to freedom.
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				Post by: <strong>Kate</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 11:28:37</strong>
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				BTW - Character bios everyone - http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56828.0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=56828.0)
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>24-02-2010, 14:01:23</strong>
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				Rhiana T'mas was pacing her quarters. Patience was not one of her virtues, although she believed in strict discipline and obedience. The things they had put her through before her training in the Tal Shiar was complete could not be described. And it was something the humans would never understand. Oh, she found them interesting and beautiful for sure, but in the end they were inferior creatures. Although not as inferior as those mindless Klingons with their honor and their warriors. She head learned that wars in this age was not won by strength, but by minds.<br><br>She was dressed in a hybrid of a Romulan and a Starfleet uniform. It was almost black with white areas, including the Romulan and Starfleet emblems. The panties where white as well and could easily be seen when she bent over or stretched. The panties could barely contain her massive cock and large balls, even in its relaxed state. She also wore knee-high black boots, that were shiny and sensual. Her skin was quite tan, almost dark, and she was quite curvacious with large breasts and a round bubbly bottom.<br><br>Rhiana had taken upon herself to find any spies among this Starfleet crew. She was sure the Klingons would have planted one or more of their sympathisers here.
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				Post by: <strong>AthenaNude</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 08:58:36</strong>
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				Dr. Beverly Crusher arched an eyebrow as watched her patients disrobe.&nbsp; This was always the best part of the job for her, and it showed by her own substantial bulge.&nbsp; Though she was middle-aged she was still quite stunning, her long red hair cascading down to her shoulders and her facial features without a single blemish.<br><br>"Oh, Yeoman Zhan, I need to conduct your regular physical so you may as well stay.&nbsp; Nurse Chapel will assist you."&nbsp; Dr. Crusher remarked as Talina entered with the medical logs the doctor had requested.&nbsp; "Star Fleet didn't provide me with a lot of information on the biology of your species and I'm very...curious."&nbsp; From the way the good doctor's eyes were staring at Talina's four huge breasts it was clear there was much more than just dry medical research on Beverly's mind.<br><br>Nurse Chapel also seemed keenly interested in the patients as well, her eagerness to help the doctor was evident in as she brought forth the medical equipment.&nbsp; Her eyes roved up and down every figure in the room and the way she slowly licked her lips betrayed her emotions just as the huge bulge between her thighs betrayed the fact that she was very much a futa, like the doctor.<br><br>Dr. Crusher turned to Andrea first.&nbsp; "That's quite a penis there, Andrea.&nbsp; I can see it's only semi-erect but already so big that it would cause some internal injuries to most of the women aboard.&nbsp; I've been dealing with those types of injuries almost since we first encountered the spatial anomalies a month ago.&nbsp; Not only did it increase the breast size of every woman and futa aboard, but it also increased the size of every futa's penis as well."<br><br>Beverly hefted Andrea's big heavy smooth balls, kneading them gently through the sac.&nbsp; "These feel like they must generate a LOT of sperm.&nbsp; I've recieved reports of an unusual number of pregnancies aboard ship and I suspect that whatever the anomaly did also affected the potency of all futas aboard.&nbsp; I may need some samples from all of you later."&nbsp; Dr. Crusher said, looking at all the futas present.<br><br>"Now, Andrea, I need you to submit to a urethral probe.&nbsp; It may hurt quite a bit, but I need the readings, and the device gives the best readings when inserted as far as possible.&nbsp; There is some discomfort, however, so it's strictly up to you whether you would like to help me or not.&nbsp; I will need your penis fully erect to take the readings, though."&nbsp; I'll let you decide while I attend to Ensign Ayaname.<br><br>"You seem to have had the opposite reaction to the breast enlarging effects of the spatial anomaly, Ensign."&nbsp; Dr. Crusher remarked, clinically, as she rubbed Hitomi's rather small breasts.&nbsp; "It would appear, however, that your penis and scrotum are as big as the rest of the futas aboard.&nbsp; I will need to run some tests on you as well.&nbsp; They are strictly voluntary but would be a big help towards understanding what happened."<br><br>In any case i need to run a very....<em>thorough</em>...physical on all of you before I can clear you for duty."&nbsp; Dr Crusher added, looking around the room at Andrea, Hitomi, and Talina."<br><br>"Doctor, I was also instructed to remind you that the new Romulan crew member is also due for an examination as well.&nbsp; According to the new treaty between the Federation and the Romulans she is a full member of the crew and the captain wants her at her duty station as soon as possible, so that means we have to clear her medically fit for duty before she can begin her duties.&nbsp; And you know how Captain Janeway hates having to wait."&nbsp; Nurse Chapel exclaimed.<br><br>"Yes, you're right, I remember the last time..."&nbsp; Dr. Crusher remarked, then softly under her breath, "<span style="font-size: 8pt;" class="bbc_size">...I couldn't sit for a week</span>."<br><br>"Her name is Ensign Rhiana T'Mas, shall I contact her now?"<br><br>"Yes, I think it might be easier to just run them all at once, plus I don't think anyone has met her yet, so we may as well do it the captain's way."<br><br>"Yes, doctor."&nbsp; Nurse Chapel replied, her massive boobs wobbled as she leaned over to the communicator console, the low cut top displaying great acres of smooth perfect cleavage.<br><br>*******************************<br><br>FROM THE SHIP'S CORRIDOR COMMUNICATOR:<br><br><strong>Ensign Rhiana T'Mas, please report to sickbay.&nbsp; Ensign Rhiana T'Mas, please report to sickbay.</strong><br><br><br>*******************************<br><br>"You appear to be injured, Ensign.&nbsp; Allow me to escort you to the medical bay." <br><br>Zara was surprised by both the cold dispassionate voice, and the firm grasp on her upper arm as she was hoisted to her feet.&nbsp; To her astonishment, standing before her was a statuesque blonde, her hair worn short, wearing a form-fitting, skin-tight silvery bodysuit.&nbsp; A small metallic object encircled one of the woman's eyes and it appeared to be some sort of mechanical implant.&nbsp; <br><br>"Do not struggle.&nbsp; Resistance would be futile.&nbsp; I act on Captain Janeway's authority."<br><br>Zara knew of this person, but she thought most of it wasn't true, but rather a lot of nonsense that people tend to gossip about.&nbsp; Yet now it was hard to deny the hard cold truth standing before her.<br><br>"I am Seven of Nine.&nbsp; You will comply."<br><br>Zara had heard that Captain Janeway had recruited a Borg, and this was her!&nbsp; Standing right in front of her.&nbsp; And this Borg was also quite obviously one of the futas aboard ship.&nbsp; My god...the size of that monster between her thighs...and it wasn't even erect!&nbsp; The outline of it was clear to anyone.&nbsp; Zara could also clearly see the outline of Seven's thick nipples...and her breasts were absolutely HUGE, putting a perpetual strain on the high-tech fabric of her bodysuit at all times.<br><br>"Ensign, you appear to be staring.&nbsp; Did your fall perhaps leave you dazed?&nbsp; I shall accompany you to the sickbay myself.&nbsp; Follow."<br><br>To Zara's ears, this woman spoke with all the emotion of a computer and seemed to have no emotion.&nbsp; As Zara followed Seven to the turbolift, she found she could not take her eyes off of Seven's perfect, athletic, well-rounded ass as it bounced and jiggled so temptingly with the Borg beauty's every step.&nbsp; Even in the turbolift, Zara could feel herself getting aroused just being in such close quarters with her.&nbsp; As they exited the turbolift, now on the medical deck, Seven led Zara to sickbay and simply said, "Enter there," pressing a button near the doorway.&nbsp; However, even as Seven departed to go about her duties, it seemed a sure bet that she would run into Zara and the other new crew members again very soon.<br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: The Futa Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 09:49:50</strong>
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				Rhiana caught the message about reporting to sickbay. She sighed, impatiently, figuring it was yet another medical examination. She had been through several of those as she passed through the officer's exchange program in Starfleet headquarters in San Fransisco on Earth. Then again, this would give her a chance to mingle with the crew. She needed to get to know them, although not for her own social benefit.<br><br>She made her way through the corridors and lifts and entered sickbay to find a group of other crewmembers being attended by the medical staff. Several of them were in various stages of undress and others sported clear signs of sexual arousal. Not that she wasn't affected herself, by the lovely sight of smooth, massive cocks and lovely round breasts and sexy asses. But her strict discipline had tought her how to control herself.<br><br>"Lieutenant Rhiana T'mas reporting."
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				Post by: <strong>AthenaNude</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 10:22:44</strong>
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				"Ah yes, Lt. T'Mas, how good to meet you.&nbsp; It's still a bit unusual to see a Romulan aboard ship, I hope everything has gone smoothly for your transition here."&nbsp; Dr. Crusher replied, shaking hands with the sexy Romulan.<br><br>"As you can see I'm doing physicals and the captain seems to want you all on duty as soon as possible so that means I have to conduct your physical exams right away, and she wants this to be <em>very thorough</em>, so I apologize if this is a bit uncomfortable for you.&nbsp; Captain Janeway doesn't believe in modesty, and frankly, neither do I, so if you'll just remove your uniform and wait right there, I will be with you shortly,"&nbsp; the busty, sexy, middle-aged redhead remarked.<br><br>The Doctor's gorgeous blonde assistant looked to be of about the same age and walked up to the beautiful Romulan.&nbsp; "My name is Nurse Christine Chapel.&nbsp; Here, let me help you out of your uniform..."
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				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 10:34:30</strong>
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				The Romulan shook hands with the doctor, respectful of a person of the medical profession. She was obviously a woman of intelligence and discipline. "<em>Modesty</em> is not in my universal translator." Lieutenant T'mas replied.<br><br>She was happy that someone would help her undress. As a child she had been brought up in a distinguished noble family where servants had helped with such mundane tasks as undressing. It was about time she got some of the same treatment in the Federation.<br><br>She turned her back to the nurse and glanced at her over her shoulder. Jutting out her round bottom, Rhiana lifted one leg so the nurse could pull off her long shiny high-heeled boot. Then the other.<br><br>When the nurse helped her off with the uniform dress, Rhiana's big breasts and smooth body was exposed. Her skin was dark and her muscles toned; her waist was very narrow compared to her wide hips and large tits. Her nipples were long and hard; with a dark pink hue.<br><br>Finally, her panties were pulled down and Rhiana's huge cock was exposed. It was darker in color than the rest of her. Entirely hairless with large smooth balls underneath. Thick veins ran along the length. Limp, it hung down to her mid thigh.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: The Futa Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 14:10:09</strong>
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				Hitomi watched as Dr. Crusher went to Andrea first, before coming to her. She blushed as the beautiful Crusher touched her small breast. "W-Well...I've always had small breasts, Doctor.." Hitomi said softly, thoughts of Beverly rushing through her head, making her still hard cock throb a little painfully..it had been so long since she had came that it was no wonder the petite crew member was so horny.<br><br>"A thorough physical?" Hitomi repeated, looking from Andrea, to Talina. She slowly nodded, smiling to Doctor crusher. "Mm..alright." Hitomi continued to watch Beverly as she went to meet their new Romulan crew mate, hearing that she would be receiving a physical too. She looked around again, seeing Talina's large four breasts and her two pussies, Andrea's lovely breasts and massive cock, Dr. Beverly, who in Hitomi's mind was already undressed and doing various things, Nurse Chapel, also already mentally undressed to her, and now would be added in the image of their new sexy Romulan crew mate undressing with nurse Chapel's help, revealing her darker skin, something that Hitomi loved, since it was in contrast to her own lily white, soft and smooth skin, and the cock that hung between Lieutenant T'mas's legs....it was no wonder that Hitomi's hand had went to work while she looked around her, almost as a subconscious reaction, and she had begun to slowly stroke her own cock.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: The Futa Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AthenaNude</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 18:39:48</strong>
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				Dr. Crusher happened to notice Hitomi blushing quite abashedly and gave a soft sigh.&nbsp; "Are you nervous, Ensign?&nbsp; There really is nothing to be embarrassed about.&nbsp; Look, if it will help make you more comfortable I'll strip as well,"&nbsp; the gorgeous busty redhead replied, removing her outfit.&nbsp; "You too, Nurse Chapel.&nbsp; Nudity is fairly common on board this ship.&nbsp; Why, the captain, herself, even <em>encourages</em> it."<br><br>In moments Dr. Crusher and Nurse Chapel stood before the others, buck naked, and not even slightly concerned.&nbsp; Both women's thick enormous cocks were semi-erect by now, and slowly growing larger.&nbsp; It was pretty obvious that the sexual tension the others were feeling was more than reciprocated by the doctor and nurse.&nbsp; The nipples on their huge basketball-sized breasts were thick and leaking what looked like milk.&nbsp; What really surprised the others, however, was the fact that both Dr. Crusher and Nurse Chapel were so well-muscled.&nbsp; Big biceps, triceps, flat six-pack abdominals, powerful thighs and calves, and the big round glutes.&nbsp; A number of other notable futas onboard were similarly muscled, including Captain Janeway, Seven of Nine, and about eight others.&nbsp; Their muscle growth seemed to begin during the ship's encounter with the spatial anomaly and ended a week thereafter, a permanent side-effect.&nbsp; A lot of the women and futas aboard began experiencing constant lactation after that point as well.<br><br>Dr. Crusher and Nurse Chapel exchanged looks, seeing the way their patients were staring at both of their gigantic, smooth, thick phalluses.&nbsp; "Arousal is also perfectly natural, it happens almost every time I perform complete physical exams on the crew.&nbsp; Nothing to feel ashamed of, in fact quite the opposite."&nbsp; She gave a friendly smile, hefting her big heavy member, unable to span it's girth more than halfway with her hand.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: The Futa Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Scribbles</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 20:13:17</strong>
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				“Are you people crazy!”<br><br>While not leaving her lips those were the first few words to come to mind after the security officer was apathetically deposited into the medical facility by the very beautiful but “surely” dangerous Borg. She wasn’t certain what had taken her aback more, the fact that a creature considered to be a mortal enemy was now a fellow crew member, or the clear outline of that massive cock she “hid” under her skintight uniform; each bulge and bump easily visible as it pressed tightly against the strained grey fabric. After meeting the likes of Seven-of-Nine Blacklake believed she’d seen it all, or at least until entering the medical bay. Nothing could have prepared the young ensign’s fragile state for the rattling it’d receive upon stepping into that room of slender curves and soft flesh, her sight immediately flooded with images of bare crew members sporting immense cocks. <br><br>Reduced to gaping in shock, first to grab her attention was the gorgeous and well built medical staff, their sculpted bodies almost overshadowed by the colossal muscle slowly stirring between their powerfully built thighs. The ensign had heard of the side-effects of the anomaly but this was the first time she’d seen the results underneath the uniforms, the hint of milk trickling over their oversized and perfectly shaped breasts simply adding to the bizarre situation. Gulping, Zara slunk shyly over to a nearby medical bed, hefting herself up into a seated position as she awaited her check up. With her ankles crossed and thighs tightly pressed together, the ensign gradually allowed her gaze to wander over the rest, her fingers drumming the tops of her legs nervously as she did so. In the end, she couldn’t even remember what brought her to the medical bay.<br><br>The only likeminded individual she could see was Hitomi, the rush of blood to her cheeks almost outdoing the amount now pumping into her fattening cock, causing the erect member to throb wantonly. Zara couldn’t even begin to fathom where that petite frame found the energy to lift the heavy organ. She was certainly smaller than the rest which inhabited the room, her cute features a stark contrast to the built forms of the medical staff or the sexy curves of the Romulan, Betazoid and Naja. Out of the latter three however the Naja stood out the most, a lack of any cock giving Zara an excuse to sigh in relief but an extra pair of bits and tits replacing that sigh with a lump-in-the-throat. With a much more modest pair (both of them) than the rest of the crew the Naja seemed to make up for it by taking on the appearance of an orgies dream come true, with enough holes to stuff all the cocks in the room in. Zara seriously hoped she wouldn’t be there for that though. Her world had been shaken enough for one day. <br><br>Finally there were the clearly most controlled of the crew members, their cocks flaccid and attitudes blasé. The ensign had no idea how they managed to keep their desires in check within a room that simply screamed “sex”, phalluses gradually standing at attention in all directions, but admired them for it as she herself shifted anxiously in her seat. With both exuding an air of confidence and power, even as their limp yet oversized cocks hung between their legs, Zara had to admit feeling slightly intimidated by their presence. The Romulan remained composed as her species is ought to do, her entire body carved to perfection but Zara mostly drawn to the round, sexy, swell of her derriere and tan skin. Worried she may be staring however the officer quickly averted her gaze and instead looked to Negotiator Light.<br><br>Still seated on the table, it was hard to miss Andrea's most prominent feature, the type only a crazy person would describe as “femininely small”; the thick monster likely a good competitor for largest if that’s how it looked limp. As with the others however the blonde seemed nonchalant about her member, treating it as if such things were normal. Then again Blacklake figured that such probably was considered “normal” in this reality, along with the other craziness. They had after all always been there, with the anomaly only causing the extremities to fatten and grow larger. If she weren’t so out of sorts Zara wouldn’t mind tempting one of the officers with a coffee and maybe more, if any swung that way. Of course Blacklake wasn’t exactly sure which way people might swing in a reality where males seemed to be in short order.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: The Futa Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>RubySlippers</strong> on <strong>25-02-2010, 21:37:24</strong>
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				Looking at Dr. Crusher,"My species is not that unusual really we are descended from a marsupial species, and have four breasts and two fully functional wombs and vaginal passages that areparticularly elastic likely due to the high fertility rate. You should note that standard fertility shots are normally given weekly not monthly but since I have no knowledge of Futa's not sure if I need to worry about that here. <br><br>And I prefer more feminine lovers like the negotiator, even if endowed but I have a liking of ample members males of my species average ten inches, but in the Northern Continant they do tend to average around fifteen inches for some reason.," she says looking at the negotiator.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: The Futa Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Tom</strong> on <strong>26-02-2010, 10:52:05</strong>
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				Lieutenant T'mas watched the other naked futa and females. She noted that some seemed very fit, while others where softer and rounder. The athletic ones could be more dangerous in close combat, but appearances could decieve.<br><br>She had had some production of a milk-like substance from her own big breasts lately, and had been meaning to talk to Dr. Crusher about it. It seemed, however, that it was affecting more of them. It was probably nothing to worry about.<br><br>The Romulan stood still, waiting for the Chief medical officer to continue with the medical examinations. She glanced at the one who couldn't help stroke herself, raising her already arched eyebrow higher, somewhat amused. Hitomi was very attractive, in spite of her smaller breasts. T'mas could imagine the look on her face with her big Romulan cock up her ass.<br><br>And the one on the examination table with the monstrous cock. Rhiana wondered, out of pure curiosity how much of it she could take down her throat. Hell, most of the futa girls here could probably suck their own cocks.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Star Trek: The Futa Generation</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Wolfy</strong> on <strong>27-02-2010, 09:05:45</strong>
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				Hitomi blushed as she noticed the other crew members seeing her stroke her cock, and slowly forced herself to reluctantly stop. Seeing Zara sent her mind again into perverted thoughts, imagining her body in the nude...Hitomi sighed, shaking her head to clear it again. "No no..she wouldn't want to be with someone small like me.." Hitomi said under her breath as she continued to look at Zara, waiting for her to be disrobed. Hitomi was indeed smaller than the other futa's on board the ship, being a Natural born Futa rather than changed, which meant she had a rather petite and normal body compared to the others, her 10 inch cock being the only large thing about her. Body build, breasts, height, all of it was much smaller than the others, something that Hitomi loved rather than loathed. It made her unique on the ship, and she was rather proud to be so....petite. "So um..Ms. Crusher..when can we begin the Examination?" Hitomi asked Beverly nervously, looking around the room at all the others, knowing this 'examination' was most likely one gigantic orgy. "I umm..have some diagnostics to run on the ship and..other things.." Hitomi said, her nervousness clearly showing. Sexually overcharge she may be, but Hitomi was also shy, especially around new people. Everyone but Beverly and her assistant were essentially new to her, not having the time to meet them all before the strange anomaly happened. Again she looked to Zara, who seemed to be reluctant for her physical, perhaps nervous as well..perhaps she would be a kindred spirit and friend to Hitomi? Only time would tell.
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