[2381 - USS Theurgy] - PRO: S [D01|0533] A Day In The Life

June 17, 2024, 11:21:11 PM

It was early. Too early. Alana's alarm was going off and despite it's subtle nature, her hearing had been amplified enough to hear it whereas before her transformation, she could sleep through almost anything...almost. Her mind was tired still and sluggish from the weeks leading up to now. It wasn't that long ago she joined the crew and began her journey on the Theurgy. Why was her mind racing? What was so damned important she had to get up and around?

Another thing she noticed since the change was the lack of peace. Her mind was always racing and thinking over various scenarios and situations she would no doubt have to tackle yet. But at this moment, she laid still in the comfort of her bed, with the silky Starfleet sheets covering her partially clothed body. Knowing that in a few hours she had a breakfast with her great-great-granddaughter and Reggie, followed by a briefing and other normal work details, she laid still.

Crimson hair strewn across her face that she took an arm and wiped away the sleep from her eyes, clearing the hair with it. Pierce let out a stretch and yawn as she drew her arms above her head, lifting her bust and shirt while stretching her legs out, intertwined under the covers.

"Ugh, I am tired...and still not used to my life..." She mumbled before turning to her side, the weight of her breast leaning on her upper arm and elbow as she looked at the wall. Another feeling she had was to get clean...and to pee. Damn tiny bladder... she grumbled in her mind as she leaned up, head tilting forward with tiredness, and hair falling in her view. Her V-neck Starfleet issue pajamas, with shorts were fitting to say the least, but it was still far less constricting than her undergarments which were non-existent underneath at present.

She looked down and couldn't see past her massive chest. Part of her smirked and then she remembered she still had messages, a shower and a drink to wake up before she headed to breakfast. Finally taking the effort to stand up, Alana glanced at the photo next to her bed of the USS Eagle. Nostalgia at it's finest that she couldn't shake, but like her, survived the tests of time. Seeing the reflective coating, her visage was disheveled. Sleep was evident on her face, hair and clothing. A smirk broke the mental gymnastics going on before she took a quick walk out into the main living area to fully wake up.

Ordering a morning cola to hit the taste buds but also the caffeine fix, she stepped to her desk and began to look over the recent messages. Thus far, nothing she didn't already know about was on the docket. Which meant, more time for lounging. Standing up, and heading to her wall of décor and memorabilia, she had her old badge from the 2280s, a model of the Eagle, a photo of her and the bridge crew, and some of her favorite knickknacks from various travels and missions.

Taking a swig of the drink, she placed the glass back on the replicator as it was empty, the glass dissolved back to the ether. Still odd how that worked she thought. The urge to pee hit her again and she headed to the rest room finally to relieve herself as she took off her top and her pants to shower afterward. Throwing the garments to the edge of her bed, she stepped into the bathroom to start a bath before sitting on the throne.

Finishing her business, she stood up and stepped over the edge of the bath before it slightly burned her foot and lower leg causing a slight yip as she retested it in the water before placing the other leg in. Climbing in, she laid back before sitting down in the water. Thoughts crossed her mind as she relaxed in the tub, closing her eyes and letting the heat build around her.

Her wet hair resting on her chest, and shoulders as she took a deeper dive under the water to rinse her tired face and top of her head before re-emerging to the surface and leaning back again. The last time she went for a swim was several weeks ago when she ran into Tessa and Amanda in the pools. It was jarring but she rather enjoyed her time with Amanda... The thought of their time, made her feel...things she didn't yet know if she entirely enjoyed or not. But the urge was fairly strong as she felt the need to touch places she hadn't done since her change happened...

Re: [2381 - USS Theurgy] - PRO: S [D01|0533] A Day In The Life

Reply #1 – October 23, 2024, 11:03:27 PM

Her thoughts drifted as she soaked, her wet hair clinging to her breasts and shoulders. Memories of her recent encounter with Amanda in the ship's pool surfaced once more, stirring emotions she hadn't yet resolved. The sensation of Amanda's touch lingered in her mind, igniting a desire she wasn't sure how to handle.

Leaning back in the tub, she let her hand trail down her abdomen, savoring the unfamiliar yet thrilling sensations coursing through her. "What am I doing?" she whispered softly, her fingers continuing their exploratory path. The muted sounds of the ship filtered through the bathroom door, a constant reminder of her responsibilities. But for now, she allowed herself this indulgence, closing her eyes and letting the tension slowly ebb away.

Her breath quickened, matching the accelerating pace of her heartbeat. She shifted slightly, her fingers finding their target with surprising ease. "Amanda..." she breathed, the name slipping out unbidden. The warmth of the water and the pleasure building within her began to blur the lines between reality and fantasy.

Alana sighed softly, the tension in her body slowly melting away as the warm water enveloped her. She allowed her hands to drift down her sides, her fingers tracing the contours of her amplified form. The sensation was both familiar and foreign, a constant reminder of the transformation she had undergone. Her nipples hardened at her touch, sending a jolt of pleasure through her core.
She closed her eyes, letting the memories of her time with Amanda resurface. Their bodies entwined in the pool, the cool water contrasting with the warmth of their skin. Amanda's hands explored her, the soft moans that escaped her lips... Alana's breath quickened, her hand moving lower, slipping between her thighs.

The touch was tentative at first, her fingers brushing against her clit in slow, deliberate circles. The sensation was electric, a sharp contrast to the soothing warmth of the bathwater. She bit her lip, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape. The image of Amanda's face, filled with desire, pushed her over the edge.

Alana's fingers moved faster, her thumb pressing against her clit while her other hand cupped her breast, squeezing gently. The contrast between the softness of her flesh and the firmness of her touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through her. She could feel the orgasm building, a tightness in her abdomen that begged for release.

"Amanda..." she whispered, the name tasting sweet on her tongue. The sound of it echoed in her mind, amplifying the sensations flooding her body. She imagined Amanda's hands replacing her own, the way they had explored her so intimately before. The thought was nearly enough to push her over the edge.

Her hips bucked involuntarily, her fingers working furiously now. The heat between her legs was unbearable, a burning need that demanded satisfaction. She pressed harder, her thumb finding a rhythm that matched the pounding of her heart. Each movement brought her closer, the pressure building until it reached a breaking point.

And then, with a cry that echoed off the bathroom walls, Alana came. Her body trembled, muscles contracting around her fingers as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She gasped for breath, her chest heaving as she rode out the last of the orgasm. The world seemed to blur around her, the only thing that remained clear being the intense joy that consumed her.

For a moment, she simply floated there, the water rippling around her as she regained her composure. Her fingers slipped from between her thighs, leaving a trail of sticky wetness behind. She let out a long, contented sigh, the tension in her body finally dissipating.

Alana leaned back against the tub, her head resting against the cool ceramic. The water was still warm, the gentle heat enveloping her like a comforting blanket. She closed her eyes, the images of Amanda still fresh in her mind. The memory of their encounter lingered, a tantalizing reminder of the new depths of pleasure she was capable of experiencing.

She wondered what Amanda would think if she knew... if she could see Alana now, basking in the afterglow of their shared fantasy. Would she be proud? Upset? Or perhaps just as turned on as Alana was herself? Alana felt somewhat embarrassed for the actions she'd just had and felt slightly bad for the encounter of feelings she'd unleashed.

Before she could dwell on it further, a knock sounded at the door, jolting her from her reverie. "Ugh, Commander Pierce?"[/color] A voice called from outside, interrupting her thoughts. "Are you alright in there?"