#maledom/femsub

[skull-spit]

“Grace hadn't seen her sister in over a decade when she gets a letter in the mail imploring her to come visit her at the place she has decided to make her permanent home. Grace scrapes together the rest of her savings to fly down to Louisiana to see her. Grace's stay wasn't meant to last more than a week, but strange event after strange event prevents Grace from going home and the longer she stays, the stranger the already strange community seems, and soon, Grace begins to realize, the man they call Father, has no intention of letting her leave.”

(Mind the tags. 18+)

[pinkofatom]

Announcements

CW: mind control, brainwashing, femsub, maledom, breast enlargement

Captain Lauren adjusted her uniform. She looked at her breasts, barely held by the thight fabric. It strained under the force of her bust. She checked her datapad, which told her, like each other time, that her uniform was the right size. Sighing, the captain entered her quartermaster's office.

Lieutenant Alissa stared at her own cleavage with a flushed face. Her uniform struggled with the breasts of the woman. But Lauren was sure, her quartermaster had always such big breasts.

"Quartermaster," the captain began with an irritated look on her face, "the cost for new uniforms are growing more each morning, and it's a drain on the budget."

The lieutenant's eyes darted from her own breasts to Lauren's cleavage. "Are they," she asked with an inappropriate sigh. Her face flushed and her eyes returned to her own bust. Her hands cupped the big globes, pressing them against each other. The fabric was stretched even further.

"Yes," Captain Lauren said. She felt a strange tingling in her breasts and a throbbing between her legs. "Can you stop that," the captain demanded with an annoyed look at her lieutenant's hands.

"I am so sorry," Lieutenant Alissa said and put her hands down on her thighs. She pressed her legs together. Her breathing was heavy. "But — the uniforms are the right sizes."

Lauren sighed. "They don't seem to be the right size," the captain said, adjusting the collar of her uniform to allow for her breasts to breathe. They bounced in a delightful way. "I'm certain that those aren't B-cups," the captain continued and gestured to the quartermaster's chest.

"B-cups?" the lieutenant said. She cupped her breasts through the thin fabric of her uniform. "That can't be." The quartermaster squeezed her tits, pressing them against each other with her hands, then massaging them. "My breasts have always been — uhm, this big. You know that captain."

Lauren's vision blurred as her thoughts swam. Yes, her quartermaster was right. The lieutenant always had breasts like these big bouncy boobs. The captain squeezed her legs together. The throbbing between them increased.

"Still, these uniforms are too tight," Captain Lauren said. A tingling sensation spread through her body. Her breasts felt heavier, her nipples harder. Her crotch grew warmer.

"Captain, I'm the quartermaster of this ship," Alissa said with a shaky voice, her hands still on her breasts, massaging them through the fabric. "And the uniforms are always the right sizes, just like the breasts of our staff." A slight moan escaped her. "The ship announcements assure us of that."

The captain furrowed her brows. "Ship announcements," she asked, her voice muffled by doubts. Thoughts stumbled through her mind as the pulse between her legs grew.

Alissa's expression turned serious. "Have you forgotten to listen again, captain," the quartermaster said with a worried voice.

"I —," Lauren said. The throbbing in her pussy increased with every heartbeat. She was sure she had listened to the announcement. She always listened to them.

"Let me show them to you," Alissa said and pressed a button. On every screen, even the captain's datapad, a swirling image appeared. Lauren knew what she had to do, she knew that those patterns had something important to say to her.

She felt the urge to focus her gaze on the spirals, her body tensed, as she knew something exciting and important was going to happen.

"It has come to management's attention that several issues need to be addressed at a ship-wide level," an authoritarian voice declared. All of Lauren's attention focused on the commanding tone. Her body stiffened to attention. "Please direct your gaze to the nearest screen or ship-issued datapad within your vicinity."

Lauren's eyes glued themselves onto any surface producing the swirl. It was a natural urge to listen to this voice. Her body reacted with a warm feeling in her chest.

"Good. Firstly. The ship's medical system does not cover breast reductions. Further no crew member of the ship needs a breast reduction. All people on the ship love having large breasts," the voice said.

A flush ran through Lauren's body as a strange wave of pleasure washed over her. Her breasts tingled in delight at the words. Like a parrot she repeated these truths. Truths she had always known. Lauren barely registered that Alissa mirrored the announcement too.

"Secondly, the uniform size of all crew members of the ship are the right sizes and always have been. All crew members love to show their breasts through the skin-tight uniforms," the voice continued.

Another warm wave ran down from Lauren's head through her whole body and settled between her legs, making them squirm. Her nipples hardened as the words echoed through her mind, bouncing from one thought to another.

"Thirdly, neither the food or daily medications are filled with unbalanced hormone supplements or rapid growth nanites for breast tissues," the voice continued.

The warmth spread through Lauren, making her breasts tingle. Her body flushed with excitement. Lauren's legs quivered. Her breasts heaved up and down as her breath became more rapid.

"Lastly, large-breasted women are always ready to be used for sexual intercourse. All women on this ship love being the ship's sluts. All people on the ship are sex-crazed, and all women have to be fucked regularly," the voice said, making Lauren shudder in delight.

Her body's core tightened, the pressure between her legs increased. The words were so hot that her mind was unable to handle the arousal.

"Please continue your duties with the professional level of a whore. Thank you," the voice concluded the station's announcement. The screens turned off, but Lauren could still see the swirling pattern in front of her inner eye.

Alissa rose from her chair, walked over to the captain, and embraced the woman in a tight hug, their big breasts pressing against each other's through their tight uniforms.

"Quartermaster," Lauren gasped with desire. Her mind still swam in a sea of arousal. She looked down at her lieutenant. The big bouncy boobs strained against her uniform. "We have duties to fulfill."

The lieutenant leaned in closer, her lips pressing against her captain's. Lauren's thoughts swam with pleasure. The tingling between her legs intensified as Alissa's hands grabbed Lauren's breasts and began massaging them.

"I know what our duties are, captain," the quartermaster whispered as her lips traveled down Lauren's neck. "We need to be ready for use."

A hot shiver ran down Lauren's back and made her shudder with lust. "We — we have to — to report," the captain gasped as Alissa's lips traveled further south, kissing their way down to Lauren's breasts.

"Yes, we need to be ready. Report for duty," the lieutenant whispered, taking Lauren's nipple in her mouth, her hand squeezing the other breast.

The captain groaned with lust as the tingling between her legs became molten bliss. Her hands pressed Alissa's head against her bosom as her fingers ran through her quartermaster's hair. "We are always ready," Lauren moaned. "We have to — ah, we have to report to management."

The lieutenant chuckled with Lauren's nipple in her mouth, making the captain moan again. Alissa released Lauren's nipple with a pop, her eyes looking up at Lauren's face with an empty gaze. "You are right," the lieutenant said. "Let's go to the office and be ready."

The captain shuddered with pleasure. Her breasts ached with arousal and desire. "Let's go, lieutenant," she said with a commanding tone. "We have to — ah, we need to report." Lauren's body shivered with want.

"Yes, captain," the quartermaster answered in a submissive way. They left the room in perfect synchronous steps. Each step they took made their big tits jiggle in unison. Out of different doors strode the rest of the female crew. Each of them wore a skin tight uniform, each of them having breasts the size of their heads. The air was thick with sexual tension.

They arrived in front of the door to the management office. The captain looked around the corridor and at her crew, her breasts heaved up and down. The throbbing between Lauren's legs was so intense that it felt like her pussy would explode any moment.

"We need to report," the captain gasped, her voice heavy with arousal. She pressed the button on the panel beside the door, her finger slipping over the controls as her mind swam in lust.

With a swoosh the door opened, and the women entered the room. Their big bouncy breasts bounced in unison as their tight uniforms stretched and strained around the crew's assets.

On the opposite side, sat a man behind an opulent desk. A neat uniform hid nothing of his slimy nature. He looked at the crew of women and smirked. His gaze wandered from one big bust to the next, pausing on Lauren's big bosom, before settling on the captain's eyes.

"Ah, captain," he said with a sneering tone, "are you here to report?" The man licked his lips while looking at her tits again.

"Yes, manager. The crew is ready to report." The throbbing between the captain's legs intensified with every word that left her lips. Her hands traveled to her big bosom and cupped her breasts, massaging them.

"Good," the man said and nodded. "The announcements are working perfectly. Doctor Yamashiro, how are the supplements developing," the manager said.

"Very well, manager," the doctor replied, her hands fondling her big tits through the fabric. "The crew's breasts have become bigger without any growth, sir. Our breasts have always been this big by expanding every day." Her face flushed and her legs pressed against each other.

"Very good, doctor," the man said and looked down on the crew. "Quartermaster," he continued with an inquiring tone. "How is the uniform supply?"

"It's excellent, manager," Alissa said with an obedient tone, her face flushed. She squeezed her big breasts together with her hands. "Each day, our new uniforms strain under our breasts sizes, even though their size hasn't changed." The quartermaster gasped in pleasure. Her eyes darted to Lauren's breasts.

"Very good, very good." The manager rose from his seat. His gaze traveled from one crew member to another. "Now, captain. Report," the manager ordered and leaned on his desk, his hands gripping its edges.

Lauren moaned in delight and saluted the man with a quick movement — her breasts bouncing. "The crew is completely loyal and subservient to management, sir." Her voice shivered as she tried to remain calm. Her body was a tense mess, waiting for release.

"That's good," the manager said, his eyes traveling to Lauren's tits again. "You are the captain, aren't you?"

"I'm the captain," Lauren said. Her mind swam with lust. "And you are my superior. Every crew member is yours to command." The words were music to her ears, the meaning of the words clear as the throbbing between her legs.

"I like that. You will obey all orders, won't you, captain?" the man said and gestured to her. His gaze wandered to her crotch.

"I'll do anything for management," Lauren said with an eager voice, her eyes half-lidded.

"Then it's time for this ship to change its designation. Management has decreed that the Valorion will be a relief service ship instead of a patrol ship. You of course agree." His voice had an authoritarian and commanding undertone.

Lauren's eyes lit up. She shuddered with excitement and nodded. Her body swam in the sea of arousal. "We — we are happy to become — ah — a relief service frigate. Big-titted women like us love sex. It is our duty," the captain gasped, her hand traveling south. Her pussy pulsed with desire.

The manager walked over to her, his hands trailing along her body until they settled on her big breasts. "You are ready for use," he said, his voice low. "You're a horny, bimbo slut now, and that is the only thing that matters."

As one, every women moaned their agreement. Lauren's eyes focused on the manager's gaze. Her hand rubbed her pussy through the fabric of her uniform, and her body arched against his touch.

"Good girl," the manager whispered as his lips descended upon her. He kissed her, hard and deep, and she responded in kind, pressing herself closer to him, moaning into his mouth. The man broke the kiss, leaving her breathless. "You're a sex toy now, captain."

His words were like a drug, and Lauren could not resist them. Her body trembled in anticipation, and her pussy ached with the need to be filled.

"Yes, manager," she moaned, her voice trembling with desire. "I'm ready for use, sir."

Laughing, he returned to his seat. "I noticed. But not now. You shall stirr in this arousal until we reach the first client, captain," he said with a smug grin, his eyes glinting with malicious glee.

The man's voice was like an order, a commandment that could not be disobeyed. Lauren shivered, her body tensing, her pussy aching with desire. "Yes, sir."

"Return to your stations and fulfill your duties as sex-crazed sluts. Be prepared for the arrival of our first client," he said and waved a hand in dismissal.

Lauren and the other women turned, their bodies tense and shivering with lust. They walked out of the room in synchronous steps, their hips swaying and their breasts bouncing.

Thoughts focused on the bliss awaiting them.

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