The night was so glorious. I'm sure the food was spectacular, but… I just can't remember. Marion fills my mind.

It was a table for two, but I only touched my chair once. With my fingers.

I spent the whole night in Marion's lap, my sweet maid feeding me, bite by bite, spoonful by spoonful.

I… I've never had my head be so… Quiet.

Sweetie scampered over, clack-clacking on six inchers that made her a whole four foot six. Nurse's cap on her massive orange mane, white gloves and stockings with medical symbols on red bands, shiny red shoes. She was hugging the treetrunk thigh of Stephen.

I'd met him, sweet man. All of thirty years old now, compared to our months.

Poor men. If only we could fix The Machine…

But Stephen was more than a man. Eight foot tall, a gentle giant, slow and caring, he lived in the Agricultural wing. He may hold the matter worth two men, but he contributes like ten. We always ate well with the systems in place, but now with Stephen's magic touch, even work rations became banquets.

>>He has so much meat-

I snuggled and scrubbed my face against Marion's breast to make it go away. "Soon enough, love…" she murmured.

Sweetie took that as a different kind of signal.

Stephen, like the handful of men on board, were supposed to be servicing all of us crew, but everyone could see that Stephen and Sweetie were locked together. He protested, poor dear, pointing out his bowtie and shirtcuffs, how he was supposed to be serving the meals, but the twins Kaitlyn and Caitlinn were happily bopping about in bunny ears and fluffy-tailed buttplugs filling in for him.

And that's when she unzipped Stephen's pouch, and we realized what she saw in him.

Sweetie's fingers and tongue were all over his dick, still wet from their fling minutes before at the door.

Slab of muscle the gentle giant was, but two feet of throbbing cock will make everyone stop and take notice. She needed both hands around the veiny bludgeon, barely touching fingers and thumbs around her prize.

Poor Stephen was mewling, practically begging her to stop. Those silky gloves, he pleaded, but she just kept kissing and stroking, his head rolling back as he moaned.

All eyes turned on our table, but thankfully, not at me.

I was fascinated as Sweetie teased her man to a delirious froth, hungry tongue not letting a spurt or dribble from that monster dick escape her hunger. Two feet taller than standard, yes, but triple the dick? I'd… I'd never seen it before. "S… Sweetie, he's…"

She leered at me and blew a kiss. "Lawnga den me's, frum mah snetch ta t'toppa mah nawgin!" she happily chirped, squirming around to sling a leg up and over the twitching cannon.

Caitlinn and Kaitlyn were sliding a soup course onto our table, when that silky leg was finally too much for Stephen.

Suddenly standing up, his massive hands snatched Sweetie up by her ankles, slamming her down on the table hard enough to make the dishes rattle. Her head bounced hard, enough to make her gleeful squeal cut down to a stunned gurgle.

And then he went to work.

I've… I'm trying to forget the many ways I've seen a woman's body ruined, but they're the only comparison I can make to Sweetie's bliss on that table.

I swear, her pelvic girdle -stretched- somehow, her eager cunt splayed to insane width around Stephen's maul. A fat bulge ran up and down from behind her navel, crashing up to the bottom of her ribcage, making her gargle and belch between her gleeful squeals every time he hammered home.

She was begging, shrieking, pleading as best she could for him to *really* fuck her, stop playing and DO IT! Pulling on her ankles, using her curvy legs to pull her down on his cock, he was only managing half his length at best.

His face went slack as his pounding went to rapid, quick little jabs. "Oooh, watch, he's gonna do it…!" Marion whispered in my ear.

I was breathless, gasping, hyperventilating, grinding my hungry snatch against the fishnet on Marion's leg. Blessed woman, she slid her chair back from the table, rolled me face-up, pillowed my head on her breasts. One hand pushed my thigh aside, I obligingly spread the other, and three fingers started hammering in my snatch.

Steven snorted like an animal, his hands dropping Sweetie's ankles and going up to the bouncy little elf's wide hips. Head thrown back, he howled a phrase we'd not heard… Not heard since launch, I think.

Mixed with a loud ripping noise, an orgasmic squeal muted into a wet gargle, crunching bones and heavy wet splashes and squelches, Stephen bellowed "SWEETIE I LOVE YOUUUUU!" in a voice that rattled the room.

I came.

I felt Marion stiffen below me, biting her lip to muffle her own ragged moan.

Steven absolutely came.

And Sweetie came.

While she came -apart.-

I saw tears in her eyes. Tears of joy, of bliss, of ultimate ecstasy, the world slowed to a pink crawl, her final moment this time around a kind of bliss none of us had known in thousands of years.



And then her ribs cracked, her throat bloated, and Stephen's cock smashed straight out her gullet.

I heard the crunch as her neck snapped back, the wet tear when her jaw couldn't open wide enough, so it just tore off her face. Her wriggling tongue and mandible spun off to one side, flying over to splat wetly against my breasts. Frantically writhing, it was trying to lick my heaving tits, smearing Sweetie's blood all over my breasts.

Her hips broke apart as Stephen hauled, hilting his cock in her ruined body, an asscheek and a wriggling leg in either hand as his giant balls unloaded a torrent of cum, mixed with her gushing blood and flying entrails.

The room was silent for a long moment, as Stephen huffed and puffed and moaned, and what was left of Sweetie twitched and clicked and gurgled.

A table nearby had a lady I didn't recognize. So many faces, going by so fast. She had scooted back from her table, legs spread, frantically fingering herself as she watched.

Now she was covered in Sweetie's tangled organs, soaked in her blood, and drenched in Stephen's torrent of semen.

Her black leather boots and gloves suddenly creaked as she arched her hips out of her chair, howling in lust as her body thrashed in climax.

She fell back, slumped and weak and hyperventilating, before she raised a hand high, and spoke with a warbling, wavy voice.

"Waiter, I want what she just had."