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Starship (5 Parts)
🕑 Added 2025-04-07 22:41:07 +0000 UTCNote: This is a story-prompt for jorgamund.
1.
“Watch your head,” said Dr. Ferguson as he guided her into the lab and toward an oversized chair.
Lauren slowly eased herself down. “Thanks. I actually bumped it earlier leaving my apartment.” She smiled sheepishly.
“Hmmm, it might be time for you to start living here at headquarters,” said Ferguson. A lab tech stood beside him and was scribbling notes as he observed.
“Already?” said Lauren.
“You knew this was coming…” Ferguson intoned. “You said you were committed to this.”
“I am,” said Lauren resolutely.
“Good. Then we’ll proceed with the treatment as usual.”
Ferguson took her arm and started the infusion. Lauren gulped silently. She was still rather stunned by what the treatments were doing to her body. She had started off with a slim build and about 6 feet tall, but skinny. Now she was not only lean but voluptuous, and was rapidly approaching 9 feet. She was beginning to feel like a giant. Lauren had been recruited into the space program a few weeks earlier to be turned into the “ultimate pilot.” As an aspiring astronaut, Lauren had always dreamed of going to space, which had led her to signing a multitude of contracts and consent forms, after which she was started on the daily infusion.
The effects had hit rapidly. Not only had Lauren’s body gotten stronger and larger, which seemed consistent with the goal of the program, but her belly had expanded like a pregnancy. It was now round and firm, and she looked due with triplets, at least in proportion to her body. By normal standards, she was even more massive. Lauren was not sure how this development would aid her in being a genetically-modified pilot. She was now off-balance and ungainly. But she wouldn’t complain. It was a minor inconvenience.
“Ohhh…” Lauren groaned, her pants seeming to shorten and blouse buttons popping off, giving way to the swelling EE-cup breasts on her chest.
“It’s working faster,” said Ferguson in amazement.
“Yes, lately,” Lauren managed.
When the treatment finished, Lauren was guided to her new quarters. She hunched slightly through the large door.
“Your things will be delivered by this evening,” Ferguson assured. “Try to get some rest.”
Lauren tried to, but found herself tossing and turning on the low bed, groaning awake, then dozing off again. At some point she awoke with a gasp and noticed that her legs were hanging at least two feet off the bed, which had earlier, been able to accommodate her easily. She felt a huge weight on her torso, and ran her hands over it, to find that that her belly was massive, swollen, wider than she was. Her breasts tingled, and she could tell that they’d had a substantial growth as well.
Lauren tried to get up, but a hand held her to the bed. It was only then that she noticed Ferguson’s outline in the darkness, two other scientists standing beside him.
A small flashlight beamed in her eyes, causing them to dilate. Lauren felt a strange buzzing in her head.
Ferguson moved his flashlight to examine her belly button where it protruded fully from her shirt. Her belly button resembled a small apple. It seemed to hum and vibrate. Ferguson poked and prodded it, before pressing his finger against the dimpled skin. Lauren gasped as his digit sunk in, until it was fully sheathed by her body. It felt strange, but not unpleasant. The whole room became tinged with green, as though a lense had been lowered before her eyes. Lauren’s throat hummed. “Welcome,” she blurted, to her shock.
“The crew quarters are coming along.” Ferguson withdrew a slime-covered finger to pat her belly, causing the gargantuan mound to jiggle slightly. “Lauren, a status update please?”
“Starship is at fifty percent completion,” Lauren heard herself state robotically. “I will be ready for initial boarding in three weeks time.”
Lauren gaped in shock as Ferguson grinned.
“Do you hear that?” he said to the other scientists, still cradling her belly. “The ship is near completion.”
2.
Lauren was getting bigger and bigger. She was rapidly outgrowing her quarters again. But she was quickly set up in more spacious accommodation, with huge furniture, and a massive bed. A giant’s bed. But it made sense. She was almost twelve feet tall by then. Her limbs had thickened more with lean muscle. Her hips had widened and her thighs had thickened.
It was awkward to be towering over everyone else, reminded of how unusual she had become. They called up to her with raised voices when they spoke, but her ears had become more sensitive, and she could hear them with no problem.
At times, though, she couldn’t quite see them. At least not beyond her massive gut. They had to be at just the right angle, as most people seemed to be below the height of her hips by then. And her belly was massive, even on her larger, brawnier body. It was a huge bolder of a mound on her frame, making her feel as though she was pregnant with quintuplets. She waddled around, and even felt unbalanced at times. When she sat down on her mat in the lab, Dr. Ferguson had to practically climb up the steep hill of her flesh to examine her massively protruding belly button.
“Balance is irrelevant,” he assured, after she complained about her mobility issues. “In space, there is no gravity, and balance will be a superfluous notion.”
He prodded her belly button a few times, causing a tremor as she groaned. He then proceeded to stick, not just his finger, but his whole arm through the nub. It sunk down to his elbow, and she could feel him groping around inside her, causing her to grunt as a beeping noise escaped her body from somewhere deep in her chest. It was still bizarre.
“Starship is at 96 percent completion,” Lauren heard herself say in a mechanical voice. “Final construction measures are underway. I will be ready for initial boarding within twelve hours.”
“Excellent,” said Ferguson, withdrawing his arm so abruptly that she yelped. “You have done excellent work, Lauren.” With that, he got started on her daily transfusion, and Lauren felt a little dizzy, but also excited. She was almost ready.
-
That evening she had a growth spurt that quelled any hopes for rest.
She spent the night tossing, turning, sweating, aching, and stretching as she steadily outgrew her bed again, feet starting to poke off the bottom now. But it wasn’t just that. Her belly was swelling in horrible contractions that shook her as it got bigger and bigger right before her eyes. Soon it was pinning her down against the mattress and she had to shift to her side, gasping as she cradled the huge mound that rose above her like a small mountain. She groaned and squirmed.
As another surge of tension hit, she felt herself arching, as her body stretching, swelling outward. Her breasts heaved higher and outward, surging with growth that left her nipples aching. She had to be sixteen feet tall by then, yet her belly was still disproportionately, ludicrously massive.
The door to her quarters swung open, the lights turning on. Ferguson and his small entourage of researchers filtered inside.
“Oh, you’re marvelous,” he told her. He came to the end of the bed, and took her knees, spreading them apart to peer beneath her stretched nightgown.
There was a bright beam of light, and he shaded his eyes. “Beautiful,” he said in a wistful murmur. He walked back to Lauren’s side. “Absolutely perfect. Shall I do the honors?”
Breathless and sweaty, Lauren was clueless as to what he meant, but abruptly realized that he wasn’t talking to her.
“Indeed, doctor,” said one of the sycophantic researchers, happily clutching a clipboard.
Someone quickly brought a step ladder beside Lauren’s low bed. Dr. Ferguson climbed upon it and unbuttoned Lauren’s gown so her belly button was exposed. It was huge and throbbing, at least the size of a softball. He reached into it again, and Lauren felt a weird squelching sensation as he put his entire arm through. It was soon followed by his head and shoulders, the nub stretching grossly as Lauren groaned and twitched, and the doctor continued to squirm inside her. Lauren could feel herself getting fuller and heavier, her belly vibrating from the struggle. Finally, both of Ferguson’s feet disappeared inside her. A hum escaped her throat.
“Welcome, Richard Ferguson,” she stated, her vision again going a translucent green, as though she had put on a visor. She could suddenly see Dr. Ferguson grinning up at her from a pristine, yet organic-looking environment. Was that what was inside of her? Was she a real starship?
The researcher from earlier gave a satisfied little titter. “Come along, everyone,” he called. And one by one, the scientists began to board her, as Lauren twitched and groaned, and acknowledged them by name, one by one.
She was finally ready to depart.
3.
Space was nippy, but not cold per se. Her skin prickled, but didn’t hurt. She was dressed in nothing but a loin cloth and matching bandeau, her cleavage bulging slightly against the material. Dr. Ferguson said that she had been changed, that her skin was designed to withstand the harsh conditions of outer space. And so it did, not without the occasional itch or twinge of discomfort.
Her belly rocked and gurgled from the movement inside her. It trembled and shuddered as it struggled to accommodate the inhabitants. And the whole time, it felt strangely pressurized, like before, as though it was stretching, getting larger, hoping to accommodate more people. Her body was trying to make a larger vessel. It seemed that her changes were still ongoing.
She could fly now, though it felt more like she was floating rapidly, her body cruising along at vast speeds, her arms bent at a ninety degree angle, raised above her head so her fingers were touching, her knees bent slightly behind her.
But sometimes she changed positions, though she wasn’t sure way, her arms and legs spreading straight, as she turned to her side or back. She didn’t understand it, but she was sure she would in time. There were slight variations in her speed and movement that she would come to appreciate.
They stopped on a nearby planet to replenish supplies, but it turned out being a wasteland, just as the last planet had been. Everyone was nervous and distraught. They whined and fretted and Dr. Ferguson whispered with his assistant. Lauren recorded it all for later analysis. She was still twitching for the extensive disembarkment process, her navel throbbing, not in an unpleasant way, but it was always very sensitive and distracting, her body taking an extra minute to recover.
Ferguson came over, looking grim. He choked slightly on the thin, dry air. “This was the third planet in a row,” he said, gazing up at the bright white sky. “The whole galaxy seems to be close to sun death. It’s extraordinary. Many of the planets we have recorded as inhabited are now desolate.”
Lauren hummed in understanding, recording the data as her system worked to calculate the next nearest planet that would be unlikely to be suffering the drought they kept encountering. It didn’t need to be perfect, to match earth’s gravity or oxygen levels. If they could manage to contact the locals and request supplies to be sent, it would be enough.
“We’re running out of food,” Ferguson sighed.
At that moment, something in Lauren buzzed. She felt her breasts prickle, worse than in travel. More of an internal twinge of sensation, her nipples aching as they pressed harder against her bandeau top, making protruding outlines, the sensation causing her to shiver. Her cleavage bulged more heavily against the material as it stretched and tightened, straining to accommodate the increasing mass of her breasts. “Preparing emergency supply,” Lauren said.
Ferguson looked at her fondly. “We appreciate that Lauren. Though it might not be necessary. But thank you.” He patted what he could reach of the underside of her belly. “We will board.”
“Yes doctor.”
She tilted her body, grimacing as she strained and angled herself to the boarding position that would be easiest for the crew now that they didn’t have a step ladder.
She grunted and tried to stay still as one by one, they stretched and squeezed through her huge belly button, her gut lurching and tensing, as it accommodated each person.
-
A week later, they finally found a suitable planet, one on which they could even land.
The sky was a pale color she had never seen or imagined before. The ground was devoid of grass or any vegetation as far as she could see. The locals looked just like humans, but with a golden tinge to their skin that made them look almost shiny under the suns. They were also larger and taller—incredibly tall. Most towered over Lauren and it was extraordinary.
Some stared at her, looking at her outrageously voluptuous dimensions and the huge mass of her belly. Lauren cradled the churning mass and tried to focus on finding a safe place for her crew to disembark.
4.
Lauren walked around on the gray dirt, enjoying the gravity that made her feel slightly lighter than when she was on earth. Her first priority was finding a safe place for the crew to disembark.
The planet was densely populated, if not overpopulated, and there were no buildings or forestry. Everywhere she went, blank faces stared at her. Occasionally, Lauren would see a native duck into the shelter of a hole in the ground.
She was getting heavier. Even despite the lighter impact of gravity, her belly felt fuller and more weighted. She knew it was getting larger as it stretched to accommodate an even bigger crew.
She found her hands resting on the mass against the lurches and gurgles coming from within her. She waddled somewhat, her belly bobbing, and her swollen breasts heaving as they strained against the wrap that contained them.
Sometimes she still couldn’t believe how massive she was. She thought her belly resembled a bolder.
“Excuse me, miss.”
Lauren was surprised to hear English words. Everywhere she walked, the aliens communicated in a hushed language that seemed comprised of hisses and whispers.
At seeing her surprise, the native stretched his mouth in what seemed an attempt at a human smile. “I learned 172 languages while on galactic patrol. You are an earthling, are you not?”
Like the other members of his race, he towered over her. He did not have a shaven head, like most of the others. His hair was long and a deep green color. It hoovered and twisted around his head, as though he was under water.
“Yes, I am an earthling,” she confirmed. “My name is Lauren. I have come to your planet in hopes of purchasing food and supplies. Though I will not presume to speak for my captain. He will disembark shortly.”
“My name is Vrd,” he responded. “There is a fuel station not far from here. It is also a space port, and has a variety of supplies for travelers. I would be happy to guide you there, and translate for you. It is not a far walk.”
“Thank you,” Lauren accepted. She walked alongside Vrd, appreciating how hospitable he was.
There was an internal buzzing.
“Lauren,” Ferguson’s voice rang in her ears. “Tell us about the planet. When will you be ready for us to disembark?”
“You are large for your species,” Vrd said. “And you are with child.”
“I am a bioship,” Lauren corrected him. “The only thing inside me is my crew.” She indicated her jutting stomach.
“Fascinating,” said Vrd. “You humans are quite inventive.”
“Dr. Ferguson is a brilliant scientist,” Lauren responded. At Vrd’s questioning look, she said, “He is the one who turned me into a vessel. He is inside me right now, waiting to disembark.”
“I see. And is this everything you wanted, human?”
Her hips felt heavy and sore, her back protesting against the weight of her girth. Somewhat breathless, Lauren said, “It was my greatest ambition to go to space. Now it is my purpose.” But even she could detect the touch of uncertainty in her words. Her nipples were hard and aching, breasts still heavy with the emergency supply of nourishment being stored within them.
“Understood,” Vrd said with total neutrality.
“Lauren…” Ferguson contacted her again.
But Lauren was distracted as the station came into view. It was cluttered with large, expansive vessels, all cold and metallic, nothing as unique as her. The network of supply shops appeared to be underground, much like every other interior place on the planet. Lauren opened her mouth, intending to inquire about the planet’s intergalactic traffic, when her legs stopped working for some reason. Her body went rigid before she felt herself arching considerably, almost painfully, her belly jutting out as her belly button swelled. She sunk to her knees, belly flushed and straining, jerking with forceful pulses, and she could barely breathe through the pressure shooting to her navel. She felt something beginning to crown from her bellybutton, forcing her open in a dismemberment she had been unprepared for.
Soon Ferguson dropped unceremoniously to the ground, Vrd frozen and staring as he watched the scene from her periphery. Still unable to control her body, Lauren fell to her side, grunting and twitching as the rest of the crew began to disembark. In the meantime Ferguson climbed to his feet and brushed the dust off his clothes. He turned to Vrd and bowed slightly.
“Excuse the display. She was initially on autopilot, but I took manual control. She was ignoring my directives. Can’t have that with a ship.”
Lauren laid limp on the ground, the small crew now gathered around her, looking around.
It took Vrd a moment to respond. “I see,” he said carefully. “My name is—”
“Yes, Vrd. I observed. Pleased to make your acquaintance. I appreciate your offer to translate.”
With that, Ferguson proceeded towards the port. Vrd followed, now a bit wary. The crew members chattered behind in a procession. Lauren climbed up and walked robotically at the rear, her back tensely straight and waddle gone.
5.
The modest crew was able to replenish supplies without issue. Dr. Ferguson was impressed by Vrd’s experience as well as his adeptness with language. Ferguson invited Vrd to join them. And though reluctant about the whole thing, he was convinced. He seemed interested in learning about the interior of the bioship, that being Lauren.
“Are you alright with this?” Vrd asked her before boarding. The rest of the crew had already embarked.
“Indeed. I am a bioship. Carrying passengers is my purpose,” Lauren responded.
Vrd hesitated, then crouched down to her navel. He examined it carefully, with one finger at first, pressing in, exploring its depth. He pushed his hand through, then his arm, Lauren humming as she was stretched to accommodate him.
Vrd was careful and slow, Lauren reddening as more and more of him entered through her belly button. Vrd was larger than all of the other passengers, in fact, larger than her. Her system detected his intrusion, and rapidly struggled to adapt to accommodate him. Her belly swelled larger and larger, rolling forward and widening, as she wobbled, grunted, and struggled to remain balanced.
Once Vrd plopped fully inside her, Lauren felt as though all the air had been knocked from her lungs. She took several moments to learn to breathe again, her belly lurching and gurgling, still adapting and changing, as things shifted, squirmed, and wiggled inside her. Lauren moaned quietly as she waited for it to cease.
“Prepare for liftoff,” Ferguson’s command buzzed in her mind.
“Yes captain,” Lauren responded, adjusting her stance and setting her feet into the ground.
-
There were a couple of weeks of adventuring, aiding planets hoping for diplomatic negotiations, creating various new allies for the Guild and also creating communication links between different planets to establish intergalactic trade economies.
All of the crew was jolly and excited about the good work they were doing. At many of the planetary stops, alien technologists and scientists marveled at Lauren. They had never seen anything like her. Ferguson was always happy to provide tours of her interior. He wanted to spread word of his groundbreaking creation.
When the crew finally returned to earth, it was for a conference, during which Dr. Ferguson intended to present Lauren to the world. Lauren was incredibly excited, but also quite nervous.
She tried to enter Dr. Ferguson’s lab at a crouch. On her hands and knees, her belly pressed hard into the ground, impeding her. When she tried to sort of crabwalk inside, her belly couldn’t get through doorframe, instead just prodding into it.
“We will bring you in through the garage,” the Doctor suggested.
Lauren found that she was still steadily growing, and had gone up another foot in height since her stop on Vrd’s planet. Her body had grown more voluptuous and muscular, perhaps to support her belly which was immensely larger. Sometimes she thought of it as a bolder, and others, as a small globe against her, protruding outwards several feet, wider than her flanks, overflowing her lap when she was seated, while pushing her breasts towards her chin.
Earth’s gravity was wearisome. She had grown quite accustomed to the weightlessness of space, and her body wasn’t meant for this heaviness. She squinted down to see her crew against the bright light of the earth’s sun, which she had also become unused to. She wasn’t sure she knew how to be human anymore. She wasn’t sure if she considered herself to be one.
-
Lauren waited in her dressing room, which, like most spaces on earth, was too small for her. Her belly button was large and distended, pushing out in the tight frock she was wearing. The beige material hugged her snugly, so to pronounce every curve of her when she went on stage. Long slits on either side displayed her muscled legs.
She sat against the wall in a corner, legs spread wide to make way for her massive, heaving belly, which was perched on the floor, shuddering as though it had a motor inside. Maybe it did.
Idly, Lauren wondered what it was like inside of her. She cradled her belly with her hand.
There was a sharp knock, before Dr. Ferguson stepped in. He was dressed smartly in what Lauren knew was his best suit. “Ready Lauren?”
Lauren heaved herself up. It was difficult, but she managed, her muscles bracing against the weight, and her back arching for balance. She drew a deep breath and followed Dr. Ferguson out. Absently, she noticed that she was waddling now.
Lauren’s pulse quickened as she stepped onto the stage after Ferguson, into the polite murmurs and applause of an expansive crowd. But as she stopped in center stage, she registered as the volume mitigated, until there was no more clapping or speaking. No one made a sound, and though she could not make out individual faces, Lauren could sense the consensus astonishment.
“I present to you my greatest invention to date,” said Ferguson proudly, nodding towards Lauren. “The human bioship.”
