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“I don’t care how much those damn squids are offering! Their world is a fucking sewer, and I’ll be the one deciding where the cruise heads to. And if they don’t like it, then they can stick themselves in airlock and blow it out the void!”

Devon Logan touched his ear, killing the frequency and shifting to the next one as he swept through the dark steel admin hall of the Stellar Fete. He shrugged his shoulders, the microfibers of his suit shifting smoothly over his body like a second skin. He really disliked the thing, but the future hereditary manager of Logan Cruises had to look the part, and he did at that. Dozens of juvenative treatments, bio tinkering and nanomachines had perfected him to his role as heir to the pleasure barge’s long line of directors. He wasn’t just born for the role, but molded to it.

He swept a hand through his pale hair, blowing out a sigh as he stepped into the elevator, the door sliding shut and shooting him up into the guts of the ship, towards the sacred heart of the director’s offices. Stars but it was exhausting managing the business. Especially as they were getting closer to launch. A dozen generations had built the Stellar Fete into the sector’s premier vacation yacht. The future leaders of worlds, megacorps, and systems enjoyed its services when they needed a break from the turmoil of their work. But that meant he never got one. He groaned, cracking his neck.

He needed a drink or a stim. Maybe both.

The elevator beeped as it hit his office floor, the curving door sliding open with a hiss. “Julianne!” he said as he marched towards his office. “Hold all calls. I have some personal business to take care of.”

“Of course, sir.”

Devon was halfway into his office when that voice actually registered. Midstride he stopped, walked backwards, and stared at the woman in his secretary’s chair.

Last time he checked, it had been occupied by a slim young woman in a skin-tight bodysuit whose short hair failed to hide her large eyes and the access implants in her neck.

Now, however, it was occupied by a woman as curvy as one of the finest pleasure bimbos from the gene cutters. Her green breasts were huge, cradled in a tight band of red cloth. Another swept between her legs, hiding the treasure that lay between. A perfect hourglass of womanly curves, her hair was bright red and cascaded over her shoulders like the molten surface of a dwarf star. Her eyes were deep, dark, and her smile pretty and radiating a sweetness that made his cock tingle in the tight confines of his pants.

“Julianne?” he said skeptically. Had his secretary gone to the gene modders in the last few turns?

“Afraid not, sir,” the woman said, her voice carrying a thrumming purr that seemed to shoot straight into his animal brain and ache in his crotch. “My name is Amoora, your new secretary.”

“What happened to my old one?” he said.

“She had an unfortunate accident, sir.”

“Accident?”

“Owing the Drax such a large sum of money tends to invite them. The Stellar Fete’s system acted quickly to replace her, given how close you were coming to launch day.”

“... Uh huh. And it hired you?” Devon said.

“I was considered the best match for your current needs, director.”

Devon didn’t doubt that. How could he? The ship’s AI system had guided the last four generations of directors from cradle to the grave. If the system said that Amoora would make his best assistant, then he had to assume it knew what it was doing.

Still…

There was something about the whole situation that sat strangely with him. Some niggling suspicion. It certainly didn’t involve Amoora herself. She was exactly his type, which was possibly why the system had hired her on.

“Alright,” he said slowly. “Well, no calls.”

“Of course, sir.”

With a lingering look on her, he slipped into his office, the door sliding shut in his wake with a magnetic hum. He exhaled heavily and made his way across the large barren room, taking a seat behind the black plasteel desk that dominated the center. As soon as he sat down the system came alive, screens projecting above his desk in glowing blue blocks, the walls swirling in soft violets as it projected images of the Stellar Fete from every angle.

“System?” he said. “Did you hire Amoora?”

“Confirmed, sir,” the AI said, voice flat and even. “It was determined the most efficient course of action given current circumstances.”

Ah, of course. It would be thinking of that. Devon rubbed his chin with thought. “What sort of alien is she?”

“A mooma, sir.”

“Mooma?” He frowned. “Never heard of them.”

“They are an uncommon species, director.”

That he could believe. He’d seen hundreds of thousands of alien species over the cycles, but even those were a mere fraction of sentient aliens in the galaxy.

Yet there was something about her that made him uneasy. What that was eluded him, but he still felt it keenly. An almost animal instinct not of danger, but of something else.

He drummed his fingers on the desk. “System?”

“Director?”

“Send in… Amoora,” he said. He considered himself an appropriately wary person, and though he trusted the system to make certain decisions, he was still director, and deciding on who would be personally assisting him was certainly in his purview. And if he didn’t like what he heard, he’d just fire her. There were plenty of others who would be eager to take the job, that much he knew for sure.

“Of course, sir,” the system said.

He killed the program with a sigh and tapped one of the glowing keys in his desk, causing the screens to vanish with a blink. Within moments the door slid open once more and Amoora stepped inside.

He’d thought he’d gotten a good look at her before, but the one he was receiving now only further reinforced what a gorgeous specimen of alien beauty she was. Though her figure had a striking hourglass curve, there was a mature plumpness to her, especially in the chest and hips, further emphasising her almost primal femininity. She struck him with her loveliness, something the meager straps she wore as clothing did nothing to hide, and even seemed at pains to emphasize. Her red hair was long, framing her gorgeous face, soft and sweet with a smile that just seemed to say, ‘I’m going to make it all better.’

“Please,” he said, gesturing at the chair across from him. “Take a seat.”

“Thank you, sir,” she said, sitting delicately across from him, smiling warmly. As she did, Devon caught a whiff of her perfume. Something sweet and floral. Tantalizing and yet, strangely familiar. He took another sniff, trying to figure out what it was.

“Is something the matter, sir?” Amoora said.

“Hm? Oh, no. Nothing. Nothing at all.” He cleared his throat. “You ah-”

“Because you seemed distracted, sir.”

“Hm?”

Amoora smiled again at him. “It must be very stressful, sir, managing this whole ship. A wonderful pleasure cruise, certainly. I’ve heard it highly recommended. It’s only a shame you can’t enjoy its services as well.”

“Well, you know,” he said, both flattered and oddly uncomfortable. “It takes a lot of work to keep this ship running.”

“But you surely consider some relief, don’t you?” she asked gently.

“I have a few ways to relax.”

“Would you like to be shown another?”

“Hm?”

Amoora rose back to her feet and Devon stiffened as she moved around the desk and behind him. He knew he didn’t need to worry. The system would respond instantly if it felt like he was in danger, and no weapons were allowed on board, under threat of jettisoning into space. But he still sucked in a breath as her hands came to rest on his shoulders.

“What are you… you… Ohhhh…”

Devon groaned as her fingers began to flex and knead his shoulders, digging into him in a way that seemed to loosen every tightened, aching muscle.

“Your system did mention you get so awfully stressed, sir,” Amoora said, her voice soft and soothing while her hands did their work. “It mentioned it had been looking to hire someone skilled in that. In helping eeeease all that stress. Help your relaaaax after all your work.”

“D-did it…” Devon managed to say as Amoora’s hands did their slow, methodical work.

“Oh yes. You have such a loyal system, Devon. It makes me so happy to know how much you need me. You work so very hard. You deserve to relax a bit. To feel good. To feel better. To feel eeeeasy.”

Devon was feeling relaxed. Easy. Like a great burden were evaporating from his shoulders. He sank slowly into the chair, groaning, his head coming to rest against something soft. Something that certainly wasn’t the back of his chair. He opened his eyes and found himself tilted back, Amoora’s face hovering over his, smiling. Which meant it was her soft breasts which were currently cushioning his head.

Devon felt a slow flush rise to his face. “I-”

“I do hope you’re enjoying my work, director,” Amoora said sweetly as her hands again resumed their work on his shoulders. “And I would just like you to know that if you need anything… anything at all, I’d be delighted to care for you. Provide you with what you need. Like a massage. Like a big… soft… needy body for you to fuck…”

“You…”

“Aren’t you horny, sir?” she cooed, her lidded eyes bright as she gazed down at him. Pretty as galaxies. Swirling softly. “Would you like me to… help you relax… further?”

Devon inhaled deeply, taking in a great lungful of the alien’s pleasant perfume, the warmth of her massage oozing through him wonderfully. He was so very relaxed. And he surely did feel uncomfortable in only one way, owing to how his pants constricted his cock. “Hmm… Well, if you’re offering…”

“Of course,” Amoora said, stepping around him, her breasts wobbling as she lowered herself to her knees before him, eyes twinkling teasingly up at him. “I must obey my employer. It is only natural to ensure he is satisfied with my… service…”

She gave a wink, and her fingers undid the front of his pants. Devon groaned as his cock sprang free, throbbing with desire for the shapely green woman. Amoora’s eyes brightened even further at the sight, her smile deepening adoringly. “Oh sir,” she breathed, wrapping her hand around his root. “Such an impressive specimen.”

Devon chuckled. “How could it not be?” he said. “I’ve been designed to be… mmm… peak of human physical prowess.”

“And it shows, sir,” Amoora said, moaning softly as her tongue ran up along his underside, making him gasp and groan. “Mmmm. Such a powerful man, sir. It truly is an honour to… serve you…”

Devon was rapidly coming to the same conclusion. It really was a wonderful thing to have such a skilled pair of hands helping him out. Not even the whores on the pleasure deck could match the touch of the goddess currently kneeling between his legs.

“May I take you in my mouth, sir?” Amoora said just before her tongue made another loving lap up his cock. “I would be… ever so grateful…”

“Yeah. Sure. That sounds… sounds good,” he gasped.

“My thanks, master,” Amoora said, tilted his shaft towards her open mouth, and took him deep.

“F-fuuuuucking staaaaaars!” Devon groaned as her lips sank down. Devon knew he had a big cock. He’d been designed with one. Yet Amoora took it with ease, swallowing him to the hilt and beginning to adoringly bob.

“Fuck!” Devon gasped, grasping her head, her red hair soft beneath his hand as he pushed her down on his cock, fucking her mouth with growing urgency. “Fuck! Yes. Just like that. Fucking take my cock. Oh stars. Oh staaaaars that’s gooood!”

“Mmmmm,” Amoora moaned, the sound vibrating through his manhood as she bobbed even faster. Even harder. His cock squeezed in the warm vice of her lips, mouth and throat. Devon had long prided himself on his iron self-control, but that couldn’t save him from the suction of the mooma’s mouth.

“Fuuuuuuck!” Devon groaned, shuddering as he came, balls tightening as he unloaded great bursts of his pearly seed into Amoora’s mouth.

The mooma hummed, her eyes lidded as she gently suckled on his cock, her throat working as she swallowed every drop of his load. As Devon sank into his chair, panting, Amoora’s lips dragged off his shaft, popping free only for her tongue to tease around her plump lips lovingly, her lashes fluttering as if she were on the brink of sharing in his orgasm.

“Mmm. Thank you, sir,” she said with a smile. “Are you satisfied with my… service?”

“Huh?” Devon said, stirring from his rapture. “Oh. Yeah. Yes. I… I am…”

“Excellent. Then, I will be outside sir,” she said, rising, her plump breasts wobbling in her impossibly tight top and stirring Devon’s cock once more. “Please, do call me if you need anything else.”

Devon watched her turn, hips swinging as she strode back out the door, which closed with a hydraulic hiss behind her. Devon sighed, sinking back into his chair, amazed not only at her, but himself. He could normally fuck almost a dozen women before feeling so sated, but he wasn’t even sure he could get up from his chair after that blowjob.

But he wasn’t worried.

Oh no.

His body was designed to adapt to any and all circumstances. Before a week was out, he knew, he would be able to fuck that beautiful mooma into a puddle of moaning lust.

Yeah.

But… later.

For now, he was feeling more relaxed than he had in years and years. With a sigh he eased back into his seat, breathing in the air thick with Amoora’s perfume.

Maybe this secretary business wouldn’t be so bad after all…

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Devon made it a point to make his way through the ship when they were preparing to begin another cruise. It did well for the crew to see him taking a personal interest in preparations. It ensured they kept in mind that the ship didn’t merely run in the void, but that there was someone at the head commanding them.

That said, he still hadn’t decided on which planet to make the destination of the next cruise. It was a bit of a conundrum for sure, but he knew he’d come across one soon enough. He always did. And the aid of his new secretary was surely making it easier.

Speaking of…

“Do you have those world maps for me yet?” he asked as they strolled through the cavernous gallery overlooking a shipboard theatre. He glanced over the rail, watching a number of drones hum around the seats, cleaning them with mechanical precision.

“Of course, sir,” Amoora said, passing him a data slate as they stepped into the tight confines of a waiting elevator.

He took the slate, rolling his shoulders as he felt the sleeves of his suit slide down his arms. Odd. It wasn’t fitting him as tightly as it used to. He’d have to get maintenance to take a look at that.

He was still looking through the files when the elevator hissed, doors sliding open and revealing that they were on the recreation deck. Devon paid little attention as he moved onto the floor, followed closely by Amoora. He was vaguely aware of the great windows that looked out onto open space, the view magnificent, even if the refueling station currently took up a fair bit of it, along with the innumerable shuttles zipping between it and open space.

“Hmm…” Devon mused, a flick of the finger paging through the brochures of hundreds of resort worlds. “No. No. Not too good. I think that one had a civil war. Pirates in that sector… Wait,” he said, stopping in the middle of the pool room, whose walls shimmered with the glowlamps under the water, reflecting a purple and blue veined with the white of waves. Devon squinted at the tropical beaches on the screen of his slate. “What’s this one?”

Amoora leaned over his shoulder, which gave him another whiff of her sweet, floral perfume. “Oh, that’s Mandina, sir.”

“Mandina?” he said. “I’ve never heard of that one. It’s not on our usual list.”

“No, sir,” Amoora said, tapping the screen, which proved distracting as her impressive, soft breasts squished against his back. “It’s a relatively unknown resort world, but very popular among moomas.”

“It is?” Devon said.

“Yes, sir. Which is likely why you’ve never heard of it. Moomas are very… private about our recreation worlds. Many slavers would delight in paying us a visit.”

Devon glanced from a pic of egg-shaped habs scattered about blooming jungles, his eyes taking in Amoora’s figure once more. “I… imagine so,” he said, then shook his head, clearing his throat. “Well,” he said, returning his attention to the screen, walking on. “It’s unusual, and we only visit worlds I’ve personally vetted, so it’s unlikely we’ll choose it.”

“Considering it is already quite generous, sir,” Amoora said.

Devon felt his skin tingle with her praise. “Yes, well… it’s very unlikely still,” he said as they passed from the pool room and into the gymnasium where a number of the resident fitness trainers were in the midst of practice.

“Good cycle, sir,” one of the fitness instructors said.

“Hello,” he said, nodding absently, then stopped and looked in surprise. For a moment he thought that Amoora had wandered past him, but no. Looking closer, he quickly made out a number of differences in the stunning green woman standing not far. As gorgeously curvy as Amoora, this mooma however had a smaller nose and was slightly shorter than his secretary.

“You are…” he began.

“A new hire, captain,” Amoora said, nodding at the other mooma. “This is Majaala.”

“New? But-”

“She comes highly recommended, sir, and will surely be a welcome addition to attend your guests.”

“I aim to please,” Majaala said, dipping in a bow, her breasts bouncing with the motion.

Devon stared at her, for a moment too shocked to formulate any words. He… he personally examined every new hire’s file before they were brought on. How had he missed that? Had he forgotten?

Who had hired her?

He suddenly looked sharply at Amoora, who smiled sweetly. A sudden suspicion rose in his mind, but he couldn’t make a scene here. It wouldn’t look good to make it seem like he wasn’t in control.

“I need to speak to you. Now,” he said.

“Of course, sir. There’s an empty room over this way.”

“Good. Great,” Devon said impatiently, following her.

She led him into an adjoining room, where massage tables sat in rows and tanning beds were propped up along the walls like missile pods waiting to fire. A soothing darkness radiated from a number of large dark lamps, in whose glow Amoora seemed almost radiant in her green skin and lush red hair.

Devon faced the mooma with a scowl as the doors sealed shut behind them “Now look-”

“Are you upset, sir?”

“Of course I’m upset! How was she hired? Who did it?”

“Why, I did, of course,” she said with a puzzled look. “Why are you mad, sir? Didn’t I do a good job?”

“That’s not the point!”

“Isn’t it?”

She suddenly took a step forward. Devon blinked, retreating in surprise, only for the back of his legs to hit a massage bench. He fell back to sit on the padded seat as Amoora moved in closer, her wobbling breasts eye level, her perfume hitting him in another waft of sweetness.

“I only wanted to serve you better, sir,” Amoora said, pouting, her soft red lips pushed out.

“You-”

“I know how very stressed you are, sir,” Amoora said, her hand coming up, brushing his cheek. Devon felt a shiver race through him, like a spark of electric delight. “I know how hard you work for this ship. How much you give to it. How much it weighs on you. I just wanted to take some of the pressure off. Was that wrong of me, sir?”

“I ah…”

“Is that not something a good assistant should do?” she asked.

Devon breathed in, gasping as her scent seemed to fill him. A floral and sweet medley that rushed into his limbs and head like a stimulant shot, making him float as if the gravity drive had broken. He tried to hold onto his anger, knowing if he let his authority slip it would be near impossible to get it back. But… well… it was hard to get mad at her. He could see how she might have thought she was helping him. And she was still so new to the job. Some errors were to be expected, he supposed.

“Well… I suppose you were trying to help,” he said slowly.

“Of course, sir,” Amoora said, her face smoothing into a happy smile. A look that made his heartbeat quicken and tension unknot in his stomach. “I’m only here to serve you. To serve such an impressive man. To help him any way I can.

“Such as finding the most capable girls to staff your ship,” she added, pushing in closer, her breasts practically in his face, her hands planting themselves on the bench beside him, trapping him with her body. “Because I know your time is far too valuable to waste vetting a bunch of silly bimbos coming to work on the Stellar Fete. Your mind is always occupied with much more… important things.”

“O-oh,” Devon breathed, eyes riveted to the perfect green orbs bound up in her top. “That ah… I mean, that’s true, of course.”

“Of course it is, sir. And you did hire me, sir. So why shouldn’t I know the specifics of what you’re looking for? It’s really a testament to your own brilliance, Devon, that I felt sure I could take that task on. All for you. My brilliant, handsome, strong director...”

She… she had a point, Devon had to admit. After all, if she felt confident assuming what his orders would be, wasn’t that just testament to how right he had been in hiring her? And the other mooma was clearly a good fit for the ship. If she was half as good at massage as Amoora, then there wasn’t any real reason to protest. Certainly, he doubted the guests would.

“Yeah,” Devon said, starting to smile as he watched Amoora’s immense breasts rise and fall. Rise and fall with her slow, heavy breathing... “Yeah. That… that’s true. Yeah,” he repeated, breathing deeply of her wonderful perfume. “Yeah…”

“You know, Devon,” Amoora said, leaning in closer, her breasts wobbling mere inches from his face, his breathing growing heavy. Shallow. “I find a man who takes charge so… deeply attractive. Moomas all do. A man who knows what he wants. Who’ll do what he needs to. Who’ll be such a… good boy…”

“Yeah…” Devon breathed. Then blinked. “W-wait. Did you say a-”

“A translation approximation, Devon,” Amoora said easily as she straddled his lap, her soft body pressing down on him, her breasts practically smothering him. “Not entirely accurate, but the mooma term is quite loaded. Much like you. Oh sir,” she groaned, her hips rocking, grinding herself on his bulge, making Devon groan. “I can feel how pent up you are. You mustn’t do that, sir. It might inhibit your decision making, being so horny. So backed up with your virile… hot… cum. We must take care of that, mustn’t we?”

Well, Devon had no objections to that! “Sure,” he said, grinning as he reached up, cupping the immense globes of her breasts, his fingers finding the catch of the strap. “Let’s… let’s do that…”

Amoora moaned as the strap clicked, fairly popping free, her immense breasts wobbling into the open, practically slapping his face with their glorious heft. He leaned in at once, lifting them up, smothering himself with her immense breasts contentedly.

“Mmmm,” Amoora moaned. “Oh sir, you do love a big pair of breasts, don’t you?”

Devon certainly wasn’t going to deny that. Especially a pair as gorgeously big and soft as Amoora’s. They fairly overflowed from his hands, soft as marshmallows. His cock throbbed in the prison of his pants, straining to be free and taste the gorgeous green alien astride him, still rubbing herself against his throbbing manhood.

“Oh Devon…” Amoora moaned as he fondled her tits. “Devon, I need you. I want you. Devon… Let me fuck you. I need you…”

“Y-yes,” Devon gasped, his head spinning and body throbbing with the surging desire racing through his veins. As he felt her hips cock, her hands slide the strap that served as her panties down. “Yes. F-fuck you. Gotta… ah…”

He felt her hands on his loose clothes, stroking him, stripping him. The fabric automatically separated around his chest, peeling off to reveal his toned abdominals. He groaned as the seam split around his pants, his cock fairly springing upwards, only to be ground under the groove of Amoora’s pussy as she rocked forward.

“Ohhhhhh!” Amoora moaned, a sound that seemed to vibrate in the hollow spaces of Devon’s body. “Oh Devon. I can feel it. Feel how horny you are. Oh sir, it must be so… so hard to think when you’re… ah… when you’re s-so haaaard. Please. Oh please, sir. Let me… let me relieve you. Let me free you… ha… of that b-burden…”

Devon had no doubt that she was referring to the burden of his arousal. What else could it be? And it was a burden. His balls ached with his need. His head throbbed and body burned with every rapid beat of his heart. He was so horny. So desperate to cum.

“A-Amoora,” he gasped from between her breasts. “I… I need…”

“I know, sweet thing,” Amoora said, arms moving around him, pulling his head deeper into the valley of her breasts. “I know. And I’m going to give you everything you need. Oh Devon… I’m ready. Ready for you. Ah,” she gasped, her body rising, lifting off his lap, allowing his cock to spring up to throbbing attention before her hips fell, sheathing him inside her pussy.

And into heaven.

“Oh f-fuuuuuuc!” Devon moaned as she planted herself atop his cock.

“Oh stars yessss!” Amoora moaned, her hips rising, falling, fucking herself greedily atop his cock, her breasts bouncing around his face, smothering him in her titflesh and the sweet, suffocating perfume she wore. “Yes. Yesss! Oh Devon. Yes! Give me your cock. Fuck me. Cum in me. Cum in Amoora! My good boy. My good… ha… horny booooy!”

She cried out, hilting atop him, quivering with moaning lust, and as she did, Devon felt the sudden tightness of orgasm within him. His cock plowing up into her hungry pussy, his hands squeezing her ample tits.

“Yes! Yes! Oh f-fucking stars yesssss!” Devon cried, the sudden euphoria of release rushing through him, his cock twitching as he unloaded into the mooma’s wonderful pussy. Bucks of his hips drained him into the gorgeous alien, riding high on his orgasm. At last, he groaned, falling back onto the bench, panting hard and fast, feeling drained, light, as if the oxygen being pumped into the room had been sharply reduced.

He stared up at Amoora as the mooma leaned over him, her lovely red lips smiling as her hand stroked his chin. “Did you enjoy that, director?” she asked sweetly.

“Y-yes,” he gasped, feeling drained, yet pleasantly so. “V-very.”

“I’m so glad, sir. I did so want to make sure you knew you could trust me with… anything. Do you, sir? Do you trust me like a good boy should?”

Those words again. He felt a shiver, but not of distaste. For some reason, being called a good boy by Amoora was oddly… good. It felt right. Well, maybe it was a touch degrading, but if it was a crude translation of a term of affection, he supposed he cold tolerate it. Especially if good boys got such affection from a mooma.

Oh yes. He shivered in delight, his cock stirring anew. Yes. He’d very much like to have more of that.

Amoora felt him stiffen and smiled. “Oh director,” she said, stretching atop him, pressing her heavy breasts into his chest, her face hovering over his. “Is my good boy still horny?”

“Maybe a… a little,” he admitted with what he hoped was a cocky grin.

Amoora giggled, her eyes warm and smile comforting as if she were wrapping him in wooly clouds. “Mmm. How wonderful. I do love a man who can keep going. But don’t worry, director,” she said, leaning in closer. “Amoora is going to make sure you’re nice… and satisfied…”

Her lips descended on his, and Devon groaned, feeling his cock thicken and harden once more, her hips beginning to rise and fall, fucking him beneath her anew.

It was starting to look like hiring Amoora might have been the smartest thing he’d ever done…

#

Preparation to travel proceeded swiftly once Amoora took a large hand in organizing the Stellar Fete. Devon still insisted on touring the ship, but he was less and less surprised by the number of moomas which were filling up the vessel. It seemed like they were in every department, even in the ones which didn’t require their personal touch. But the remaining human and alien crew didn’t seem to mind at all. In fact, they seemed to delight in the presence of the busty green aliens. He’d walked in on more than one crewman in a dark corridor, wrapped in the arms of a gorgeous mooma, moaning as his mouth was plundered in a kiss, or his lips adored huge, bouncy green breasts.

But Devon didn’t have much time for wandering these days. It tired him, and he had a hard time finding clothes that fit him. For some reason his body seemed to have grown sleeker. Slenderer. He wondered what that meant? He’d certainly been getting plenty of exercise. Amoora seemed inexhaustible in her affections, always ready to fuck him, suck him off, or do anything he needed. Honestly, it seemed like he hadn’t managed to check the system in weeks. If he wasn’t being fucked by the gorgeous mooma, he was busy recovering from their almost constant liaisons.

“Director?”

Devon stirred from his musings, swiveling in his chair towards his desk. The neon glow of the holo screens hummed before him, the AI’s voice droning in the air.

“Yes?” he said.

“I require confirmation of our destination.”

“Our destination?” he said, then shook himself, a sudden shot of adrenaline panic racing through him. “Fuck! I… I completely forget. System? Bring up the potential locations. I need to-”

“I do not understand, director. The location has been determined. I merely require confirmation.”

Devon stared, uncomprehending, at the screen. “Wh… what? Show me.”

A screen expanded before him, revealing a familiar scene. Egg-shaped habs on a tropical landscape, the gorgeous sea and a sprawling alien jungle of greens, violets, and reds in a sweeping blur of hues.

“Mandina?” he said blankly.

“Yes, sir. Your office has selected it. I only require your final confirmation and we can begin preparing to take on passengers.”

“But… I never… I didn’t…”

Understanding hit him like the shock of decompression. His eyes snapped to the door of his office and he jabbed the intercom.

“Amoora!”

“Yes, director?”

“Get in here!”

The door slid open and Amoora stepped inside, a loving smile on her face. “Yes, sir?” she said softly.

Devon opened his mouth, but even as he did he found his eyes wandering over her figure. The rage that had flared within him faded as if smothered under a heavy blanket. In its place, a tingling ached through him, his cock instantly rock hard for the gorgeous mooma as she stood, smiling politely in the doorway, all curves and willing loveliness.

“You wanted to see me?” Amoora said.

Devon jolted back to the present. “Y-yes. Yes. I did,” he said more sternly. “I ah… Look, did you…”

He trailed off as Amoora moved into the room, her wide hips swaying like a pendulum with her steps, her breasts wobbling in her tight, tight top in such a way that arrested the eye. Her presence seemed to fill the room. Devour his view. “Yes, Devon?” she said, coming around the desk. He heard a click and suddenly, the strap of her bra was floating down, leaving free her immense breasts to wobble tantalizingly into view. “What did I do?”

“You… you… L-look,” he said, trying to sound forceful. “Did you register this… this place as our destination?”

Amoora lazily glanced over at the hovering screen. Her smile widened. “Oh yes, Devon. I did. I just know it’s going to be such a big hit.”

“Amoora, that wasn’t your decision! It’s mine to make. Where we go. Where the ship goes. That’s the job of the director! The job I was born to do! You can’t just… I mean...”

“Of course it is, Devon,” Amoora said, leaning in suddenly close. “I would never think of overruling you.”

Devon leaned back, pressed into his chair. Yet even as he did, an equally powerful yearning surged through him, begging him to move forward. To bury his face in the gorgeous orbs of her immense breasts. To nuzzle and kiss them like a good boy.

A good boy…

Devon grit his teeth, trying to resist the aching lethargy that nearly made him swoon as soon as he inhaled her perfume. Fuck, he was so hard. His cock was shamelessly bulging in his loose uniform. “Amoora, I-”

“And I think you’d love to go to Mandina, Devon,” she said smoothly, moving forward. “I’m sure you and all the sexy, rich, powerful young heirs looking for a nice relaxing vacation would just adore visiting a planet just… filled with lonely moomas, needing to spoil and fuck and adore cute, adorable, obedient humans.”

“I… I…”

“Just like you do,” Amoora said, planting her hands on the back of his chair, arching her body, pressing her bouncy breasts nearly into his face. “I bet you’d just… love to visit my world. Just adore to relax on the beach with your pretty assistant. Your gorgeous, caring mooma mistress. It would be so nice to relax, Devon. So nice to just… stop… thinking…”

“S-stop?” Devon said, his voice slurring a little, his body feeling light again, as if ready to float up into Amoora’s gorgeous body.

“Yes,” Amoora breathed, leaning in closer, and Devon groaned in despair and unspeakable pleasure as her breasts pressed against his face, nearly burying him between their pillowy valley, suffocating him in her wonderful perfume. “The director doesn’t need to think. That’s what he hires his secretary to do. That’s why she hired all those lovely mooma to run his ship for him. He doesn’t need to worry himself about all those stressful things when relaxing is so much easier. So much better. So much more… pleasurable…”

Devon moaned, the wonderful weakness spreading further through him. Consuming him in a wave of pink bliss as Amoora straddled him on his chair, rubbing her pussy against his bulge.

“Do you want that, Devon?” Amoora said, giving her chest a bounce, jiggling her tits around his face. “Do you want me to make you so very happy? So very easy? Just say yes, Devon. And I’ll take care of everything. You’ll never need to work again. Never need to worry. You’ll be such a good boy. A good stud. All you have to do is let me fuck you. Pleasure you. Adore you. All you have to do is give in, Devon. Just let mistress do all the thinking for you. You’ll still be director. You’ll still be the boss. You’ll just do everything I say. Won’t that be so much easier? So much better?

“Say yes, Devon,” Amoora moaned, her body pressing down on him, her curves so soft, so warm, so glorious. “Say that’s what you want.”

It was.

It was so clearly what he wanted.

Every fiber cried out to be hers. To agree. To do anything Amoora wanted and more. And would it really be so bad? Wouldn’t it be so good to give in? To submit? To know only pleasure?

Some part of Devon railed against the idea, but he could come up with no counter arguments to her. He did want all she suggested. He did yearn to be hers. Her obedient boy. Her horny stud. Why shouldn’t he say yes?

There was no reason to say no.

And so, Devon moaned, “Yessss!”

Amoora smiled, eased back, releasing his gasping face from the depths of her breasts. “Good boy,” she purred.

Devon sighed, sinking back into his seat, a smile hovering on his lips as if all the tension, all the doubts floated from him. Drained away with that desperate moan of admission. He felt her hand on his, pulling him to his feet. The door at the back of the room hissed open, admitting him to his state room, his private sanctuary.

A low glow permeated the interior, washing the walls in purples, oranges and reds like galaxies burning their way around them. Amoora eased him down onto the bedding, her fingers trailing down his suit, the loose fabric opening easily.

“Undress, Devon,” she breathed, barely visible in the dark lights.

Devon did so, shrugging out of his suit, letting her pull it off him, revealing his toned, slender physique. Amoora cooed, leaning over him, kissing her way down his chest, every press of her lips making his breath hitch.

“Devon. So handsome,” she breathed. “So sexy. So perfect for mistress. I knew you would be. I knew you wanted this.”

“Ah!” Devon gasped as her lips reached his cock. Amoora’s eyes glowed softly in the gloom, her red lips seeming to glisten and shine as she kissed her way up his shaft, her hands hefting her immense breasts and wrapping them around his cock. Devon was far from small, yet her breasts were so big his manhood was utterly swallowed in them.

“Oh fuuuuuuck!” Devon groaned as Amoora bounced her breasts around him, squeezing his cock in that sweet valley of pleasure.

“Is it good, Devon?” Amoora whispered, her voice seeming to echo in the air. “Are mistress’s big breasts so good and soft around your cock?”

“Yes. Oh s-stars yessss!” Devon cried.

“And isn’t it so worth it?” she cooed, leaning down, her lips kissing the head of his cock whenever it emerged, sending shocks of glorious pleasure surging through him. “Isn’t this so worth giving up all that silly thinking? All those useless decisions? Isn’t it so much easier to just be my good boy? My obedient bimbo? My handsome, wonderful, horny boy?”

“Yes!” Devon gasped. “Yes! S-so good! Mistress… Oh stars mistress!”

“There it is,” Amoora cooed. “You called me mistress. I knew you would, my sweet boy. Now, give mistress that wonderful cum.”

Her breasts squeezed his cock, and as the tip emerged her lips wrapped around it. The sudden sensation of warm tightness was too much for him to bear, and Devon let out a needy moan of pure pleasure, clutching the sheets as he thrust up into her mouth, moaning in ecstasy as he came, his cock throbbing, pulsing, unloading into Amoora’s hungry mouth. The lovely mooma moaned, her lashes fluttering as she drank the bursts of his seed with a gusto that only made Devon feel hotter than before.

Her lips slid off his cock along with her breasts, and Devon wasn’t surprised to see he was still hard. His nanobots had been quick to react to the frequency of his orgasms, and keeping erect was no problem for him now.

“Mmm,” Amooa purred. “That was wonderful, Devon. But a good boy deserves far more reward for what you’ve done,” she said, climbing onto the bed, straddling him, looming above him like some fertility goddess of a savage world. Divine. Beautiful. Worthy of his obedient worship. “Do you want it, Devon?”

“More than… than anything,” he gasped, and the truth in those words put a smile on his face.

“Then confirm our destination,” Amoora breathed. “Agree to go to Mandina. Agree, and let’s bring all your friends with us. Let us show them how much they’ll love a mooma world.”

Devon shivered in understanding. Many of the highest corporate families used his pleasure line for vacation. The sons and daughters of the wealthiest and most powerful people in the sector. All of them offered up to a ship staffed with moomas. A world filled with the seductive aliens.

With barely a thought a screen blinked into being beside him, hovering above the rumpled sheets. The DNA reader glowed like a red disc in the air as he lifted a shaking hand and pressed a thumb to it.

There was a beep, a flash of green, and the screen faded away.

“Confirmed destination,” the system’s voice chimed around them. “Thank you, director.”

“There we are. What a good boy I have,” Amoora cooed as she lazily sheathed him within her. “What a… mmmm… a gooooood boy.”

Devon groaned as her pussy swallowed his cock. He grabbed her hips as if to anchor himself to reality as waves of otherworldly pleasure washed over him. As Amoora rode him, her breasts bouncing on her chest, almost hypnotic in their sway.

“Yessss!” Devon moaned, sinking into the pleasure of the moment. Of her body. Relishing every stroke of her glorious pussy on his cock. “Yesss! Mistress! Love… love mistress! Want you! Want you! Please… ah. Mistress. Oh fuck. Fuck! Mistresssss!”

His body was perfectly attuned to hers. To her pussy. It took no time at all for him to cum again. Again. Again. A seemingly endless parade of pleasured peaks as colours swirled about the room in hypnotic tailings of lights. He felt as if he were floating. Floating on a sea of unconscious pleasure. Above depths of pleasure. And now he was sinking.

Sinking.

Deep into wonderful, heady submission.

At last he sagged beneath her, breathing hard, head as empty as his balls, finally spent. Finally done.

Amoora hummed sweetly, rising, unsheathing him from her pussy. She stepped off the bed, and at once Devon found himself staring at her gorgeous rump. Amoora spared a look over her shoulder, gave him a teasing smile.

“Be back soon, Devon,” she said. “I need to make some final preparations for our departure. You just relax. Get some strength back. I have a lot in mind for rewarding my good boy.”

Devon’s body tingled. “Yes… yes, mistress,” he breathed.

Amoora laughed softly, blew him a kiss and turned, departing the bedroom. Devon sighed, sagging limply on the bed, staring at the ceiling as the colours swirled and danced.

The future looked very bright for him indeed.

[leodette]

Hello! Would it be possible to do 50 for Carlos Sainz?

hello! I'm honored to write this for you, sorry for the delay, real life happened (sadly). hope you like it!

no. 50 - putting a hand over the other’s mouth to shut them up

Not Unhinged or Unhappy | CS55

fandom: Formula 1

pairing: Carlos Sainz x OC (not named)

names/faceclaims: -

summary: don't work too much, darling...

warning: none

requested: yes / no

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Summer break was probably the best part of the whole season. At least for her. She and Carlos didn't have a public relationship - private, not secret - and she had to work during most of his racing weekends. That was the tax for having her own business and being stubborn enough to not allow her boyfriend to help her financially.

And so far Carlos didn't mind. He loved that she worked, that she did the same thing as him - her passion as her fulltime job. Yes, it was sometimes a bit sad for her not being able to be there in the garage and watchung him doing rounds, but they managed! And she promised to come to some races at the second half of the year, once she'd be comfortable enough to leave her business in her assistant's hands for a weekend.

Right now, they were "practicing" for that moment. She took 10 days off... and Carlos immediately whisked her away to Mallorca on his yacht, enjoying time together, lounging around, eating delicious seafood and Mediterranean cuisine, drinking crisp white wines and just relaxing. But still she wasn't able to NOT work at least an hour or two every day.

"Princesa, they will manage a day without you," Carlos hugged his girlfriend from behind, putting his chin on her shoulder while she sat by the table after they've finished breakfast, her laptop opened and the order system of her small independent fashion brand filling in. She scoffed a bit and sipped her iced tea before opening the Excel tab.

"Give me an hour mi amor, this needs to be done otherwise the shipment will be late," she gently smiled at him and pressed a sweet peck at his cheek before smoothering the wrinkle on his forehead.

"It's only an hour, Carlos. And don't frown, you'll have wrinkles," she chuckled before turning her attention back to the laptop.

Pinon came to them, carrying his favorite sweet corn stuffy and laying under her feet, looking at Carlos in a way that very clearly said 'do something, I wanna play'. And Carlos would love to, but his workoholic girlfriend wouldn't be disturbed.

"Hi Dida, any problem in the storage?" she picked up her phone, answering the call. Carlos rolled his eyes. Call with Dida would take another at least twenty minutes, and even after that it wouldn't be sure if his girl would allow herself to actually close the laptop and leave the thoughts of any disaster that could happen in the storage to people that actually were there.

His thoughts were interrupted when his lady left out a big breath and rubbed her eyes before shaking her head and opening another tab.

"Yeah I will take a look at it right now, could have it in like two hours ready? Would that be-" she wasn't able to finish because the phone disappeared from her hand and her laptop was closed with a loud clap.

"Hello Dida, Carlos here. Your boss will log out now. She leaves all control in your competent hands. She-" he clapped his hand over her mouth, shutting out her protests with efficiency, "- is on holiday. And holiday is for relaxing. Which as you for sure know she desperately needs. So from now, you will only call her when the storage is on fire, or if the Spanish Queen herself orders from you, okay? It was ncie to hear you, Dida. Thanks for your cooperating, ¡Qué tenga un buen día!"

And with that he pressed the button, ending the call immediately and putting it away from her grasping hands. His girlfriend was looking at him with a pure shock in her eyes, not being able to say anything.

"Mi amor," he took her face in his hands, cradling like the most precious porcelain vase, "you're exhausted. You need to stop thinking about this. I know how important it is for you, but taking time off is important as well."

She huffed and crossed her arms, reminding Carlos of a small child throwing a tantrum when their Mama wouldn't buy them a lolipop in a grocery store. He chuckled weakly.

"Okay, let's do it with force now."

And ignoring her scream when he scooped her up in his arms, he walked to the railing and jumped in the crystal blue waters of Mediterranean Sea, earning an excited bark from their dog. Carlos didn't let her out of his arms, instead hugging her close to him when they both got at the surface, spitting water and wiping their eyes off of salty water.

"Te amo mi Princesa," he murmured when smoothing her wet her from her face and pressing kiss to her lips. She said nothing, merely squeezed her arms around his neck, hugging him tighter.

"I'm sorry for being a workaholic, Charli," she murmured the nickname only she was able to use, earning a chuckle from him.

"Don't aplogize, just promise me - no more work for the reamining time we're here, okay?"

She just nodded and hid her face in his neck, Carlos pressing a kiss to the side of her head.

[seren1tyhaze]

road snacks

PAIRING: haechan x afab reader

WORD COUNT: 1.6k

SUMMARY: a cross country move with your boyfriend is exciting and sometimes a little more steamy than you thought it would be

AUTHOR'S NOTE: I officially present my first Kinktober 2023 entry! This is another piece I had finished but was trying to finish other wips but don't want to hold off posting things that are ready anymore. Please enjoy prompt number 16 "Public" :)

WARNINGS: explicit smut, public sex, soft Haechan who is actually not very soft

PLAYLIST: Lost in the Light by Bahamas, Yacht by NCT 127, Malibu 1992 by COIN, Daylight by Matt and Kim, Catch by Epik High + HWASA

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The sun is starting its descent in the horizon, bright rays stretching across the sky as you stretch your arms across the dashboard in a deep stretch. It’s nearing the sixth hour of the long first day of your road trip and your energy is starting to fade. You’ve been up since early this morning, taking on the first few hours of driving before swapping with your auburn haired boyfriend currently tapping his thumbs on the leather wheel car beside you, humming lightly to the music filtering through the sound system.

Leaning back in your seat, you sink down, letting your eyes slip shut as you lean your head against the window and let the sun warm your bare arms and face. The music is calm and filled with beautiful harmonies, lulling you to sleep for the first time on the journey. You had promised each other you would help whoever was driving stay awake, but with plans to stop at nightfall at a hotel, you figured it wouldn’t hurt to take a short cat nap.

You don’t know how much time has passed when you feel a light brushing of fingers along your exposed shoulder and you reluctantly push your eyes open to see an apologetic gaze from the handsome man next to you.

“Babe, I’m so sorry, could you hand me something from the cooler?” Hyuck asks, applying some pressure to your shoulder to massage it with his fingers.

You melt into the touch, nuzzling your cheek warmly against his hand before nodding, unbuckling your seatbelt to carefully lean between the front two seats and open the cooler in the back. Travelling together has been a dream, stopping at different tourist spots on the way, letting him take pictures of you on his film camera, and charting out which cities along the way had all-you-can-eat hot pot.

“Water? Ginger ale?” you ask, wedging your waist between the seats to get a better angle.

Suddenly you feel Hyuck’s hand on you, causing you to jump and your upper body to lurch forward, trapping you between the seats.

“HYUCK!” you squeal, craning your neck to try to get his attention.

“What?!” he whines back, laughter seeping in as you feel the car slow down, easing his foot off the gas to reduce speed.

Without further explanation, he spreads his hand out over your ass, kneading with his fingertips slowly, just as he had been doing to your shoulder a few moments before. Despite the awkward angle you are currently curled into, you sigh and feel your cheeks start to heat. Despite all the alone time on the trip so far, there hadn’t been much time for anything beyond quick kisses or spooning in bed in the weeks leading up to the move. You’ve both been so busy and exhausted that every night your eyes have slipped shut the minute your heads hit the pillow.

“I’m sorry, what am I supposed to do when you’re on display for me and I’ve been horny for days,” he adds, voice dropping into a gruff tone as his hand moves between your thighs that are pressed together from the position.

“I thought you wanted something from the cooler,” you reply, trailing off as you feel him slide his fingers slide up the seam of your leggings, getting dangerously close to your core.

“You know what, I am kind of hungry, now that you mention it…” he replies, applying more pressure to your ass with his thumb, glancing up in the rear view mirror wickedly as he pulls off the highway and into a deserted corner of a rest stop.

As he puts the car in park, you wiggle trying to free yourself from the awkward position, feeling your calf starting to cramp. You let the lid to the cooler drop shut, knowing he’s definitely not thinking about that drink anymore.

Hyuck turns around in his seat, moving his hands to your waist, making contact with your bare skin from your shirt riding up just below your breasts. He pulls you gently so you are no longer wedged between the seats but keeping your ass close to his face.

“Now, how about that snack,” he murmurs barely audibly as cool air sends shivers up your spine when Hyuck pulls at the waistband of your leggings, exposing you fully.

“Donghyuck!” you cry out, arms tensing up and teeth digging into your bottom lip. The sun is setting slowly and a hazy dusk covers the sky. Anyone walking by would definitely be able to see and your cheeks burn at the thought of someone tapping on the window or pulling out their phone at the sight.

He only laughs, dipping his head down to press kisses at the thin lines of the bear tattoo on your lower back, laving at the skin there with his tongue as he always does. His hand slides up your chest, massaging you there and taking your nipple in between his fingers to squeeze it gently. A moan bubbles up in your throat and you dig your palms into the back seat below you, letting your head drop down.

Hyuck keeps kissing your skin, brushing his lips over and over, making you squirm. He gently lifts your hips up to give him a better angle, pushing your thighs open gently and lowering his head between them. You can feel his breath cool across your dripping core, arousal building in you and your temperature starting to rise in the cramped car.

“Baby, please,” you groan, turning your head to try to make eye contact with him as he continues to tease you.

“Begging? We’re begging now, are we? I thought you were scared someone would see,” he chuckles cruelly, sitting back and dragging a finger suddenly through your arousal before pulling it up to his lips and loudly sucking on the wet digit.

You groan in annoyance, feeling frustrated at not being able to move and have a sneaking suspicion he’s going to edge you despite the urgency of the situation.

“Please Hyuckie, I need your mouth on me now,” you mutter, voice barely above a whisper, almost drowned out by the soft music still playing in the car.

His eyes darken at the sound of the nickname in a lust-filled tone and his hands return to your ass cheeks, spreading them lightly to give him better access. His mouth is suddenly on you, tongue dragging along you to gather your arousal on his tongue, swirling at your clit. Your legs start to shake with pleasure and he tightens his grip as he slides a hand up your back to push your ass up further.

You don’t realize you’re holding in your moans until you taste blood in your mouth, having punctured your lip lightly. You know you aren’t going to last long after weeks without sex so you push your hips back, grinding against his lips for more friction. 

You can feel him smile against you, pulling you even closer to him by the waist, moaning against your core and tasting every inch of you. He was starving, nose bumping up against your clit repeatedly and sending waves of pleasure through your body.

Your mouth drops open to warn him of your impending orgasm but there’s no time as it crashes over you, a strangled cry falling from your lips that surely could be heard by anyone parked nearby. His grip on your waist tightens as you try to pull away, refusing to breathe until he’s worked you through your pleasure with his wicked tongue.

He finally breaks away from you with a messy sounding smack of his lips and you don’t need to look back at him to know that his cheeks are flushed and silky strands are dangling on the sides of his forehead. He pulls your leggings up for you and gently pulls you back into the passenger seat, slumping back into his own once you’re settled.

You’re out of breath and your arm hurts slightly from being pressed in an awkward position for so long. Your chest is heaving underneath the thin material of your shirt and you sigh, finally bringing your eyes up to meet your boyfriend’s gaze.

He’s smirking deviously, as he always does, and his legs are spread wide, cock visibly hard in his loose sweatpants. There’s a slight sheen across his forehead and his lips are still wet. You flush at the sight of him, heart pounding in your chest as you reach forward to close the space between you. You can taste yourself on his lips and moan into his mouth as your tongue makes contact with his. You run your fingers through his hair, dragging his head back to break the kiss and meet his eyes again.

“Now, is my boyfriend going to let me have snack time too? Or is he not going to share?” you ask menacingly, shoving your free hand down the waistband of his pants suddenly to grasp at his cock.

All he can do in reaction is moan, letting his eyes roll back as his head gently hits the window as you tug on his sweatpants and lower your lips over his lap. As much as he craves eating you out, you know blow jobs are his biggest weakness and it was your turn for payback in the darkening parking lot on the side of the highway.

This trip might end up taking longer than you both had planned if your quick snack breaks turned into full course meals, but neither of you really minded.

[sleepymccoy]

Let me tell you about the space ship I've made up

Looks like an alien ufo

Biggish. Like, could land in a football stadium but it'd be tight

Used to be a novelty luxury cruise ship so the interior walls are artistic and stupid

The outside is artistic and stupid too lol

This is a random google image, but has the vibe

Is now a retrofitted fishing vessel owned by the government

Still has a theatre tho. Madness

Top floor in the little alien bubble is the bridge and some of the engine

The government is making the crew trial a new form of engine fuel which is basically fish offal and sunlight. It's working but god at what cost?

Is fish offal a term? I think it gets the vibe across

So the engines need like weekly cleaning and are exhausting

They've got three engines cos if a crab gets caught stalled in there they have to swap to an auxiliary

And it smells like cooked fish

One quarter of the floor opens up to let them do some open air fishing when they're over water

The bottom floor is smaller than the main and used to be the staff rooms when it was a yacht

Now it's been retrofitted into a vegetable farm in another government initiative to have self sustaining food on short transit ships

Like this

It kinda works, this is a small scale rollout to check feasibility

They don't have fake gravity so when they're in space everyone floats

The beans are having a hard time adjusting to zero grav

Some of the crew are a bit new to it too

There's hooks to help people walk and furniture on the ceiling to use while in space

The ship feels much smaller when it's landed

Cos it's a big ol disc it has to flip 90° to launch out of orbit, cos of air resistence

So all the launch safety chairs are mounted on the walls out of the way and you've gotta climb a little ladder to get to one lol

Union regs are trying really hard to keep up with 24/hr ship maintenance

There are four eight hours shifts in a 24 hour day, three of them function in turn for a third of the day each, and the fourth in management

They don't have titles like night duty, morning shift, so on, cos time is made up here. But they have different focuses and skill sets

Like the equivalent of night duty has an extra cleaner to do deep cleaning, and the engineer is more skilled in maintenance and upkeep than complex flight support

The management shift is the worst for sleep schedule cos you just gotta get up when shit happens

There are half as many beds as there are crew and they share with someone on a different shift

Management shares with night duty and if they have to be up during night duty they just find a different spot to kip during the day

Like I said, union is still figuring it out

We're around Saturn, the union movement is pretty new! This is a source of tension cos most of the government employees aren't unionised

They also actually wear the uniforms, the losers

So I got ahead of myself there, there's three types of crew

Ship function, like engineer, cleaner, cook, pilot, that kind of vibe (mostly unionised, mostly refuse to wear the uniforms)

Government hire, like the gardeners (they prefer botanists but cmon) and chemical engineers figuring out the propulsion system (taking the initiative project very seriously)

The fishermen (the fuck is a uniform I'm paid commission) (that is not true, but they have that vibe)

When they're over the ocean fishing most of the rest of the crew take a weekend

When they're landed to trade fish nearly everyone gets time off

When they're flying the fishermen get time off

There might be some small jobs to do if there's a long period of time with no real work, like if it's four days between fishing jobs the fishermen will do a stocktake count in storage

Or if they're trading keeps them overnight the engineers and cleaners might take the opportunity to clean the airlocks and chutes safely

An eight hour shift is never busy, there's a lot of down time between tasks cos they work every day and need some time off

This means there's often an opportunity to fuck, which has formed most of the forward momentum in the story I'm writing lolll

Also cos the beds are on a roster they kinda have to fuck in public places oh noooo what a shame that I get to add tension to every other blow job

[engagemachine]

Apocalypse AU, when it all begins, it's during that time when Taylor is staying with Evelyn and Nathan, and even though the Joker had only seen her that once at the orphanage, when shit goes down he makes sure to bring her right along with him, no longer having time to play the long game of strengthening her love and emotions for him anymore and finally just having to use force. Imagine poor Taylor barely knowing this man, all she knows is he was 'kind' to her and took care of her as a child, who also forced her to do unspeakable things, and now he's this stranger who she remembers but doesn't necessarily know, and now she's being forced into his world when all normalcy around her falls apart. What a mindfuck! She'd be relieved he thought of her at all but that would be terrifying, on top of already being scared as hell of what is happening all around her.

literally SCREAMING

This is actually an absolutely INSANE scenario. Like, it totally changes the game in terms of what I had previously imagined (based on yours or another anon's apocalypse AU ideas) and now I'm foaming at the mouth over the idea that this entire thing goes down at a time where the two of them barely even know each other when he eventually does take her.

Like, not only is this already such a high-stress situation for Taylor because the world as she knows it is literally falling apart, but also, right in the midst of it, she's being (kidnapped? coerced?) by a mass-murdering psychopath who she barely knows and only vaguely remembers from her childhood... jeez. That's heavy.

The truly frightening thing about this scenario is that Taylor would have no choice but to stay with him, as the system that 'protected' her and the provisions in place for orphans like her have completely collapsed, along with the rest of society's safety nets. She has no one else to turn to, no one to protect her, and he would absolutely take full advantage of that situation.

I had this image in mind of what's happening when the Joker does come for her, only, she's not living with Evelyn and Nathan.

It's the beginning of the end: there's some weird super villain concoction that's spread (and it's fucking Gotham, so it's not unlikely) and it's making everyone sick. It's starts off in the Narrows, so everyone is scrambling to leave the little island to reach the Gotham mainland. But people are trying to leave the mainland, too, and all the bridges have been shut down by the National Guard in an effort to quarantine the island, to stave off the potential of what could become another devastating pandemic. It's been rumored that Bruce Wayne hopped on his yacht the moment the news of the virus broke, and is already halfway to St. Lucia, joined only by the city-wide chorus of eat the rich! and cries for the guillotine.

Taylor -- along with all the other kids who were unfortunate enough to be in the orphange at the time of the collapse, instead of in a foster home -- are being herded into big yellow school buses. No one knows where they're being taken, but all the superintendents assure everyone they're going somewhere where they'll be safe.

Safe, Taylor thinks.

It's not a feeling she's familiar with. Doesn't know if it's something she's ever experienced before, except for once, a very long time ago.

The city is in disarray. The sirens are almost constant -- even during the night, making it difficult to sleep -- and the power's been out city-wide for four days. They've been huddled around an old, muffled radio for the past day and a half, waiting for updates, for instruction.

No one at the orphanage has gotten sick yet, but they all talk about what they'd do if one of them did. They talk about what kind of symptoms they'd have, describe them in gruesome, gory detail. Fantasies of fleshy, zombie-like appendages, skulls full of pus and rotting gray matter. It makes Taylor's stomach roil, to hear them talk like that, like it's just some fantasy. Like it isn't real.

She is exhausted, more than anything else, nerves stretched impossibly thin. Every day she waits, but she doesn't know what for. That's all any of them can do. Wait.

The heat has become oppressive, and ever since the power grid failed, it's only gotten worse. The heat carries a stench with it, something resembling a combination of wet garbage and gasoline. Most of them have taken to wearing rags over their noses and mouths, or bandana, whenever they're outside. It helps a little, but not much.

Taylor is wearing a grey cloth over her nose and mouth, tied behind her head, as she stands in line to be loaded into the next bus. She can tell from her place in line that there might not be room on board, and she might be forced to catch the next one, whenever it comes. Anxiety swells in her belly and throat at the thought, and she tries, in vain, to push it down.

Sweat beads along the back of her neck, sliding between her shoulder blades. Her bra strap is damp, and so are the baby hairs curled at her forehead. It feels like they've been standing outside, waiting, for hours. She shifts her weight to her other foot, while her anxiety continues to bloom, pushing against the walls of her throat, making it harder to breathe.

Up ahead, she watches as another full school bus pulls away, crammed so tight that kids are left standing in the aisles, holding onto the seats.

She cranes her neck to look around the corner, onto the street, to see if there's another bus.

One of the superintendents start arguing with another, and from the looks of their gesturing hands, it appears heated. They're too far away for her to hear, but she watches them talk for quite some time, trying to make out what they're saying before one of them finally releases a defeated sigh, turning to the crowd of kids who have been patiently standing single-file.

"Alright, everybody, listen up! There's been a change of plans. We're all gonna head back inside for the moment to wait for the next bus. We... we're not sure when it's coming... but we're just gonna have to sit tight until it arrives."

Most of the kids audibly groan. Some of them start shouting.

"Man, this is some bullshit! You said we were getting on the bus!"

Another kid chimes in. "Yeah, you said we'd be getting out of here today! I don't wanna be here when the zombies come!"

The superintendent heaves another sigh. "They are no zombies," he says, even though he looks entirely unconvinced when he says it. The unease on his face is plainly evident. "We're just gonna have to sit tight."

Taylor listens to everyone grumble and complain. They've been trying to get out of here for three days, but they've had to shepherd all the younger kids off first.

"Come on everybody, back inside!" The superintendent starts herding everyone back towards the main doors, and Taylor has no choice but to follow. At least the stench won't be as bad inside, even if it'll be hotter because there's no air conditioning, and most rooms feel like being trapped inside an oven. She'll just have to find an open window she can sit next to while she waits.

That was her plan, at least until a hand snakes out from behind her, covering her mouth to stifle her gasp of surprise as she's dragged backwards, away from the rest of the group. No one even notices.

She kicks and flails and tries to scream. She's dragged around to the side of the building, into an alley with a dead end. There's an SUV parked there with tinted windows, and she blanches when she sees it. Is she being kidnapped? Is she going to be--

Her rag is yanked down around her neck. She's spun around.

She comes face to face with a man she's never seen before. Tall, with dark hair and a strong jaw. His mouth is shaped into a hard set line.

She opens her mouth to speak, cry, or beg for mercy, she's not even sure which -- but then the back door of the SUV swings open, and Taylor watches as a familiar figure slips out, and it's like time stops, right then, because she hasn't seen him since he first came to her at the orphanage -- this very one -- all those months ago.

She thought he had forgotten about her. She thought he had decided he wasn't interested. That he didn't care about her anymore.

"Mr. J," she breathes.

He approaches, and she holds her breath. When he grabs her by her jaw, jerks her face towards his, he gives her a slow, languid once-over, eyeing her from top to bottom.

When he meets her eyes, his mouth stretches into a grin.

"Hello there."

[consistantly-changing]

[Image descriptions in order: tweets by @WellsLucasSanto "wells santo (searching for alter..." which says "actors are on strike, writers are on strike, teamsters are on strike, hotel employees are on strike, grad students are on strike, health care workers are on strike... can we realize there are deep systemic issues in this country yet".]

[Two more tweets from the OP, which say "it's not just industry or company specific. there are a lot of interrelated problems that are putting strain on workers everywhere.

personally, i think these absurd housing costs are a huge factor in all of this.

"the list isn't exhaustive, but lots of people are also pointing out: airline workers are on strike, teachers are on strike, ups workers are going on strike, and the list goes on.

we need living wages, and capitalism is failing us."]

[@hudson_dante "Uke_Law" replies to the OP "Grad students?"

The OP responds "yeah, we've had massive / historic strikes across the country, from all of the UCs to what happened at temple, to the victories at rutgers, to the ongoing strike at UM, and even stanford grad students now have established a union for their first time in history".]

[@opinions_txt "Opinions.txt" (verified) replies to the OP, "So close to seizing the means of production".

@Phis... "Stephen🙏⚾💜☮️🌈" (verified) replies to the OP, "The key is to lower costs as much as increase wages. However they do it, income and cost of living need to get back into a viable balance."

@SareBearisTired "sarebear" replies to the OP "Hot union summer, hot union summer, alllriiiight"

@happyyu... "aries superstar ✨" replies to the OP, "College professors were on strike, UPS workers MAY be on strike, Amtrak employees threatened to go on strike, journalists have been going on strike".]

[@Em... "EmmJayGames | she/her" replies to the OP, "Yes, and execs are not helping themselves by routinely showing just how out of touch they are with the struggles of their employees.

It makes people angry, and rightfully so, to listen to someone like Bob Iger declare them "unreasonable" while they build a second super yacht."]

[golzol2020]

How Diesel Particulate Filters Work

A DPF concern of this scale might require compelled regeneration carried out by a technician, or a component substitute. This saves lots of downtime and subsequently money for the fleet proprietor and truck driver. Add the contents of a bottle to a full tank of gas and drive the truck normally. All vehicles petrol or diesel have cut back when it comes to reducing automobile emissions. However, diesel needs more attention because it is more detrimental to the environment. Here comes the adoption of PDF (Diesel Particulate Filter) and SCR (Selective Catalytic Reduction). But most diesel cars produced after implementing the emission norms come with a PDF - Engine Carbon Cleaning.

This prevents soot and particulate matter from entering the atmosphere and causing health problems. Before it pollutes the air, the PDF stops the engine’s emissions through tiny fibres inside the housing and filters out pollutants. The “Regeneration” step of clearing the PDF begins when it is full. Depending on how much soot or particulate matter is present in the filter, the vehicle’s computer decides when to regenerate the PDF - Diesel particulate filter cleaning system.

The emission regulations for diesel engines are becoming increasingly stricter worldwide, which makes modifications to the drive systems necessary. As a basic principle, mtu’s approach to achieve compliance is to reduce emission levels by means of internal engine enhancements. Depending on the specific emission limits, it may be possible to do without a diesel particulate filter altogether. However, there is a relationship between the production of soot particulates and nitrogen oxides when internal engine measures are used  if fewer soot particulates are produced during the combustion process, the quantity of nitrogen oxides increases, and vice versa. In situations where emission requirements are very strict, therefore, adding a diesel particulate filter is necessary, since it removes 90 percent or more of the soot particulates from the exhaust.

Due to its extremely effective cleaning effect, a particulate filter also satisfies the needs of users who regardless of the applicable emissions standards want to achieve the lowest possible soot emissions. Examples of this are private luxury yachts or rail applications, where particulate filters can prevent soot emissions. By using such filters, operators can demonstrate a level of social and environmental responsibility above and beyond their statutory obligations. For more information, please visit our site http://dpffilter.com/

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Cruising Super-Yacht Market Size, volume, Revenue, Trends Analysis Report 2024-2030

Global Info Research’s  report offers key insights into the recent developments in the global Cruising Super-Yacht market that would help strategic decisions. It also provides a complete analysis of the market size, share, and potential growth prospects. Additionally, an overview of recent major trends, technological advancements, and innovations within the market are also included.Our report further provides readers with comprehensive insights and actionable analysis on the market to help them make informed decisions. Furthermore, the research report includes qualitative and quantitative analysis of the market to facilitate a comprehensive market understanding.This Cruising Super-Yacht research report will help market players to gain an edge over their competitors and expand their presence in the market.

A cruising super-yacht is a luxurious vessel designed for long-range travel and leisurely exploration of coastal regions and open seas. These yachts typically feature state-of-the-art amenities, spacious accommodations, and top-notch facilities for entertainment and relaxation. They are often equipped with advanced navigation systems, powerful engines for extended journeys, and a crew to manage operations and attend to guests' needs. According to our (Global Info Research) latest study, the global Cruising Super-Yacht market size was valued at US$ 2899 million in 2023 and is forecast to a readjusted size of USD 5241 million by 2030 with a CAGR of 5.2% during review period. The core manufacturers in global Cruising Super-Yacht market are Sanlorenzo, Ferretti Group, Azimut-Benetti, Feadship and Heesen, etc, accounting for 54% market share. Sanlorenzo is the world's largest Cruising Super-Yacht manufacturer, occupying approximately 16% of the market share. From the perspective of product type, Motor Yacht accounted for a share of 92% in the global Cruising Super-Yacht market. In terms of application, Travel Agency holds the largest share, accounting for 52% share. This report is a detailed and comprehensive analysis for global Cruising Super-Yacht market. Both quantitative and qualitative analyses are presented by manufacturers, by region & country, by Type and by Application. As the market is constantly changing, this report explores the competition, supply and demand trends, as well as key factors that contribute to its changing demands across many markets. Company profiles and product examples of selected competitors, along with market share estimates of some of the selected leaders for the year 2024, are provided.

We have conducted an analysis of the following leading players/manufacturers in the Cruising Super-Yacht industry: Lürssen、Oceanco、Sanlorenzo、Ferretti Group、Azimut-Benetti、Feadship、Heesen、Princess Yachts、Damen、The Italian Sea Group、Nobiskrug、Bilgin Yachts、Palumbo、Turquoise Yachts、Ocean Alexander、Horizon、Cantiere Delle Marche、Gulf Craft、Sunseeker、Baglietto spa、Overmarine Market segment by Type： Motor Yacht、Sailing Yacht Market segment by Application：Personal、Travel Agency、Other Report analysis: The Cruising Super-Yacht report encompasses a diverse array of critical facets, comprising feasibility analysis, financial standing, merger and acquisition insights, detailed company profiles, and much more. It offers a comprehensive repository of data regarding marketing channels, raw material expenses, manufacturing facilities, and an exhaustive industry chain analysis. This treasure trove of information equips stakeholders with profound insights into the feasibility and fiscal sustainability of various facets within the market. Illuminates the strategic maneuvers executed by companies, elucidates their corporate profiles, and unravels the intricate dynamics of the industry value chain. In sum, the Cruising Super-Yacht report delivers a comprehensive and holistic understanding of the markets multifaceted dynamics, empowering stakeholders with the knowledge they need to make informed decisions and navigate the market landscape effectively. Conducts a simultaneous analysis of production capacity, market value, product categories, and diverse applications within the Cruising Super-Yacht market. It places a spotlight on prime regions while also performing a thorough examination of potential threats and opportunities, coupled with an all-encompassing SWOT analysis. This approach empowers stakeholders with insights into production capabilities, market worth, product diversity, and the markets application prospects. Assesses strengths, weaknesses, opportunities, and threats, offering stakeholders a comprehensive understanding of the Cruising Super-Yacht markets landscape and the essential information needed to make well-informed decisions. Market Size Estimation & Method Of Prediction

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Versatile and Reliable: The Dacon Rescue Basket for All Scenarios

Every second counts in a man-overboard emergency.  Swift and efficient recovery is crucial for the well-being of those in distress. The Dacon Rescue Basket emerges as a frontrunner in marine safety equipment, offering unmatched versatility and reliability across a wide range of rescue scenarios.

Unlike traditional lifelines or throwing rings, the Dacon Rescue Basket prioritizes safety and comfort.  Its sturdy construction creates a secure cradle for the person in the water.  This horizontal recovery position minimizes the risk of further injuries, especially for those who are unconscious, exhausted, or have sustained trauma.  The basket's design allows for gentle retrieval, reducing stress on the individual and simplifying the rescue process.

Versatility is a hallmark of the Dacon Rescue Basket.  Its manageable size and weight make it ideal for smaller boats, allowing for easy deployment and operation by a single crew member.  The basket can be retrieved manually using ropes or the frame itself.  For larger vessels with high freeboards, the Dacon Rescue Basket seamlessly integrates with deck cranes or winches, facilitating a smooth and controlled recovery process. This adaptability ensures the system's effectiveness on a diverse range of vessels, from compact fishing boats to expansive yachts.

The Dacon Rescue Basket boasts a robust build, designed to withstand the harsh realities of the marine environment.  Its construction utilizes high-grade materials, making it resistant to corrosion and capable of enduring challenging weather conditions.  When not in use, the basket folds compactly, minimizing its storage footprint on board.  This space-saving design ensures it's readily accessible during emergencies without sacrificing valuable deck space.

The Dacon Rescue Basket prioritizes not only safety and efficiency but also user-friendliness.  Deployment is quick and straightforward, minimizing critical moments lost in scrambling for equipment.  Clear instructions and intuitive design elements make the rescue process easier for crew members, even under pressure.

Investing in the Dacon Rescue Basket signifies a commitment to preparedness.  It equips boaters with the necessary tools to respond effectively in man-overboard situations.  Whether navigating calm inland waterways or braving rough open seas, the Dacon Rescue Basket provides a versatile and reliable solution for a variety of rescue scenarios. It's a crucial addition to any boater's safety arsenal, potentially making the difference between a successful rescue and a tragedy.

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[bellveela]

Harry Potter rested his elbows on the table, propping up his chin. He stared at the runic screen, frustration building within him. Debugging, he thought, was one of the most exhausting and annoying aspects of working with runic shields. He had been stuck for over an hour, and the incessant ticking of the clock in the background only exacerbated his irritation. Harry meticulously combed through every line of code, ensuring there were no typos, but the solution eluded his grasp.

He read the error message once more, resisting the urge to vent his anger on the tabletop. Instead, he reminded himself to be patient. He had a task to complete, no matter how poorly he felt about it. Clenching his teeth, he dipped his quill back into the ink and delved into the code.

Another hour passed, and he finally managed to crack it. Relief washed over him like a wave, and he couldn't help but mutter under his breath, "Bloody hell," as he made progress at last.

Stress was taking its toll on Harry. As he entered another block of runic code, he noticed a strand of hair falling from his head and landing on his runic tools. He raised an eyebrow and picked it up, observing its grizzled appearance. A sense of unease washed over him, wondering if it was a sign that everything was falling apart.

After his seventeenth birthday, Harry had dropped out of school, feeling that it had never served him well. Despite his post-war career in runic coding, the profession had taken its toll – loneliness, poor health, and constant stress. It made him question whether it was all worth it. He dreamed of starting his own business and becoming self-employed, but a recent bankruptcy had dashed those hopes. He lived like a recluse during his first startup, only to watch it fail. The second attempt didn't fare any better, leaving him disheartened. Although he earned decently for his age, rising rent and expenses made a comfortable life an elusive dream. A penthouse, a yacht, and models seemed like distant fantasies.

His libido had also waned, along with his addiction to pornography. Back at Hogwarts, a few playwitch magazines had to suffice, with imagination filling in the gaps. Later, he learned that the images in adult wizarding magazines were deliberately left incomplete to always leave something to the imagination. A year after finishing school, a year and a half after defeating Voldemort and breaking the pure-blood hold on magical Britain, the world had opened up to the neglected country. As Muggle Britain shone as one of the world's most advanced nations, wizards abroad hadn't stopped developing in parallel with Muggles. Computers, mobile phones, even magical wireless networks. Obliviate was considered outdated magic; now, its modern version was used to secure electronic memories, so anyone who witnessed an event live on camera considered it a Muggle performance. Magical Britain was offered development, opportunities, and the promise of a much higher standard of living, followed by interest-free loans. Magic was adapting to the modern world. So, not only had the magical internet become popular in households, but the entire bureaucratic system had been electrified, Apparition was banned due to being the most threatening transport to the International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy, and the same fate befell transportation by Floo Network. As a result, porn had suddenly become easily accessible, leaving nothing to the imagination. Harry soon couldn't muster the energy for more than one session a day. It was a mixed blessing, as his porn addiction had once spiraled out of control, but now, at his age, he shouldn't be experiencing such problems. Physically and mentally, Harry felt broken in many ways. Despite his failures, he clung to the thought that he wouldn't give up and wither away. He longed for the day when he could have it all—wealth, women, and power. But relentless setbacks and harsh reality kept hitting him in the face. He wondered if his aspirations were too high and if he should take one step at a time. Yet the thought of spending years in his sorry state was one of his greatest fears, and he saw no other option but to push on.

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[the-firebird69]

The boats go up to about 65 ft that's what I was told I'm hearing 75 ft and that seems a little big and he's right so I think it's 65 ft and then it turns into a yacht and what he says is 45 foot these days so our boat companies and mine is going to have some bigger later we'll both go up to that and then we both will have a young company and we're going to start pumping out the plastic ones tons of them and we have to man up these teams and the guys want to start their own because they worked with the other guys on their boats and say that there's more than enough to go around and it fits into the plane and we're wondering how that would be and if we can do this with an old name and and they're saying we can because they think they're up there doing it so we want the guys to do their stuff but we also want to have an efficient machine and although having just our yachts all over the world would be kind of rude. And they agree with that but we do see what you're saying they say they want to focus on ours and others will have their own Chinese will have their own and so forth and they usually do and it's true and he'll be kicking their ass so we're going to start with this and we can do differently later on but we need to focus on the factories and keep it kind of simple and we're going ahead and doing that if we need to complicate it we will but right now I don't think so. And it's true that is one of the factors the other is speediness but we sort of get what he's saying this is going to be very fast and we do see his facilities of the fastest so we're getting ready to ramp up and build yachts and we have several designs each company and mine are pretty beefy yours are sturdy and beefy but not massively beefy you thinking of beef in yours up because of the seas these days and making it float a little on its own cuz they always think like rocks when you beef them up and people approve of that too so I'm going to head and getting ready to build mine and yours has Chambers engine Chambers things like that if you're seeking it will close and you can automatically close doors and things it's very handy so we're going ahead with that and we're going ahead with our yacht idea and it's going to work we have a lot of stuff we have to do but basically we need personnel to build them distribute sell maintain and for docking we need docs and we need a cruise for the cruise we need for the yachts and we need stores and shops just a whole bunch of stuff and you have some prototypes of the yacht and I do too and we have one that's almost final and we're testing it and they range from 55 to 150 and they're not mega yachts we have a real company for that two of them and we're going ahead with it every boat comes with full safety equipment yes and it's required but we do a little bit better yes these are very comfortable boats they don't smell the bill just kept clean and it cleans itself it's a self-cleaning bilge the engine odor is ejected every hour from the compartment not from the boat cuz it doesn't get there the kitchen is isolated more or less and has a nice exhaust system there's plenty of entertainment on board and places where food is and water and it's it's easily cleaned by the water filtration system on board it has a generators and most of them have two and a diesel there are many many opportunities and extras and you can bring the powerboats with you and all sorts of things so it's really nice we will show you what they like and you can check it out but right now I'm selling my small boat and under the right name and everyone's kind of giggling.

Hera

My boat name is osprey and it is getting lit up as is hers and they're looking for them and they're finding it online and it's The Old company no and I forwarded from the website and people are trying to find my forwarding stuff and we changed it every once in awhile and it's a huge company already. We have both range from about the 17 ft and we have smaller boats but we don't emphasize those they're not that cheap and we do have the apply your own attachments that you purchase from us aftermarket systems and they work very well and they're all bolt on and bolt up but the range is 17 and it goes to increments of about 10 to 45 and you can custom order 65 so it's 17 27 37 47 and that's about it right there and I'd like a 47 versus a 45 it's a little extra edge with the waves just hoping over to the top for the 10-footers. When you get up to 37 it has metal and it's a tri-hull and it is three layered whole it's one modified Deep vee as is the 47 foot. Now I need a lot of people to help me we need a lot of employees I have sold around $300 million boats and I've made it only 100 million and we need to deliver them from the upper Midwest somehow and I don't care how we do it it'd be nice to use a ship and plow that poop out but we might be grabbing that and we do test it pretty good it took a bunch out today it tested okay it's basically a lot of cow crap and bodies were pulled out fast not a ton of bodies stayed in a lot of them floated and they'll float all the way to the bottom cuz they bloat it's disgusting and the whole reef grew out of them. And if it talks right now to see if we can dig it out of there just saying to go ahead and do it and we have to do it a few times we know that and where do we start let me start in our area and we work down that's where we start in our lake and smell like s*** you have to do it now

Zues

We have to start doing this and I suggest doing it down lower so we do it up above it doesn't sit there and it's probably a water come down so we're going to start doing it and the mouth of the river is a mess it needs to be drenched everybody knows it too

Thor Freya

Stay out of the way and time it and they plan on timing it so I get that

Bja

We want you out here and if you if you're coming down the river and we see you and move out of the way cuz we want you to hell out of there

Caa

Okay good

Bja

No joke folks we got to start dredging now this s*** is way too much there's way too much there and some of it's usable too and we want to get to that for dummy can contaminate it

Thor Freya

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Marine Seats Market Expect to High Growth by 2028 | Global 3D Printing Materials Industry Business, Report, Trends and Forecast

 The Marine seats market are seats designed specifically for use in boats and other watercraft. They are engineered to withstand the harsh marine environment, including exposure to saltwater, sunlight, and other elements. Marine seats come in a variety of styles and materials, including vinyl, leather, and mesh, and can be designed for a range of uses, from fishing to cruising to racing. The global marine seats market size was USD 528.3 million in 2020. The market is projected to grow from USD 545.6 million in 2021 to USD 683.4 million by 2028 at a CAGR of 3.27% in the 2021 to 2028 period. This information is published by Fortune Business Insights™, in its report, titled, “Marine Seats Market, 2021-2028.” According to our researchers, the surging demand for recreational activities and vacation traveling is anticipated to fuel the marine seats market growth.

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Segmentation

On the basis of ship type, the market is categorized into cruise, yachts, ferry, RO-RO carriers, auto/car carriers, bulk carriers, container ships, tankers, and others.

In terms of seat type, the market is divided into crew seat, passenger seat, general seat, and captain seat. The passenger seat segment is predicted to be the largest segment in 2020 due to the growing sea passenger traffic which is predicted to increase the demand for passenger seats during the forecast period.

In regards of component, the market is classified into seat structure and seat material.

Geographically, the global market is branched into North America, Europe, Asia Pacific, and the Rest of the World.

List of Key Players Covered in the Report

NorSap AS (Norway)

Stidd Systems Inc. (U.S.)

Shockwave Seats (Canada)

Jiangsu Trasea Marine Seating Ltd. (China)

ScotSeat Group (U.K.)

Springfield Marine Company (U.S.)

Ullman Dynamics (Sweden)

Alu Design & Services AS (Norway)

Todd Marine (U.S.)

Cleemann Chair-Systems GmbH (Germany)

TEK Seating (U.K.)

Report Coverage

The report presents a methodical analysis of the market and a profound review of the prime segments of the market. It delivers an exhaustive examination of prime players and their perceptive strategies to thrust the market growth for fiscal gains. It also shares tangible insights that guide entrepreneurs with their investment standpoints. The regional dynamics and their tactics in shaping the market in an ascending curve are stated in the following report. Furthermore, COVID-19 influences have been added for additional information and the expectations set to affect the demand for marine seats in the upcoming future.

Driving Factors

Rising Marine Tourism Industry to Contribute Towards Market Growth

Marine and coastal tourism is a pivotal sector in numerous nations. Refining global economy and surging the net worth of individuals is anticipated to augment the demand for tourism. Both recreational boating as well as tourism events are anticipated to upsurge during the forecast period, as coastal and marine areas endure to be the uppermost tourist destinations.

Regional Insights

North America is predicted to lead and hold the largest marine seats market shares. The growth is accredited to the increasing demand for leisure activities and transportation in the U.S. and Canada.

Asia Pacific is predicted to grow at a higher CAGR throughout the forecast period owing to the rising cruising activities in China. Furthermore, the existence of shipbuilding companies in South Korea and Japan assists the growth of the market in the region.

The market in Europe is estimated to display substantial growth through the forecast period owing to the surging tourism in the region.

Industry Development

September 2021: Scot Seats created and produced replacement seats for the survivor space of the Royal National Lifeboat Institution (RNLI) Severn class lifeboats.

Competitive Landscape

Inventive Product Development by Crucial Players to Boost Market Growth

The fundamental players implement numerous tactics to bolster their position in the market as leading companies. One such prime stratagem is procuring companies to reinforce the brand value among users. Another crucial tactic is intermittently developing inventive products with a detailed study of the market and its target audience.