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Disclaimer: This is a requested sexual fantasy....no trademark infringement
is meant and any resemblance to the television show or it's characters is
purely a gross figment of our imagination. This part of the story was written
by request, and is dedicated to Ty.



Star Trek - The Next Generation: Beverly Part 5 (M+F,splosh,voy)
by Dirt Man

Chief Medical Officer's Personal Log:

Stardate; 14015.1415

With Star's help I have diverted Counselor Troi from seducing my son Wesley
on the holo decks without her knowing it. But I am sure that we have only
stalled her bid to win our bet to see which of us can seduce the most Staff
Officers of the bridge on the Enterprise. I have therefore come to the
conclusion that drastic measures are required to make Deanna... less
desirable for bedding down. Deanna is on her way down to sickbay at this
very moment for surgical modifications for an away team that may just do
the trick...

"Well need to sedate her," Beverly said once they had Deanna laying flat on
her back on the operating table. "20 cc's of Malorzin."

"Yes doctor," and the male nurse handed her a hypo-spray across the surgical
housing.

"They are a rather buxom race where the females are concerned, doctor,"
commander Will Riker said.

"No problem," Beverly replied, administering the sedative to Troi's neck,
"Deanna will just have to learn to live with them for awhile, even after the
mission."

"Why's that?" Will asked.

"As you know, due to the Trepisoid's ritual groping when they greet each
other, breast implants just won't do in this case. So I'm going to have to
enhance her breasts more naturally by relocating almost all of her own body
fat into her breasts. Deanna's rear, legs, and torso should look seven years
younger, and she'll have more pronounced curves as a result."

"You mean she'll be top heavy like a Klingon female," Worf chuckled.

"Exactly," Beverly replied, "and it takes a while for body fats to find their
way back to their original locations."

"But eventually they do, right?" Picard asked.

"How long?" Will added.

"Hard to say with any certainty with Betazoid female physiology, but probably
a month or so."

"The Away Mission will only last a couple of days, captain," Will assured
Picard.

"Excellent," Captain Picard said, and turned away to follow Riker back up to
the bridge leaving Worf to hover anxiously over the procedure.

"Doctor?"

"Yes Worf?"

"I was just wondering if there will be any discomfort for Deanna afterwards?"

"You mean after I'm finished?"

"Yes."

"Well, she'll be a little tender to the touch around her breasts for a few
hours, but I'm sure Deanna's body will adjust in time to join the Away Team."

"Oh, I see."

"Not to worry, Worf," Beverly chuckled as she preset the surgical unit before
starting, "Deanna will look pretty much the same for the next three weeks
after her return. Just don't be too rough on her in bed, okay."

The Klingon's sexual growl as he turned to follow Will, and Jean Luc was by
no means meant for Beverly. She reached for the Cortical Stimulator that she
had preprogrammed, and placed it over Deanna's brow then. And took note that
none of her surgical staff was looking on as the special Cortical Stimulator
introduced a certain tiny chip under the scalp in Deanna's head with an
almost inaudible click.

While the surgical unit did its job, Beverly did the necessary plastic
surgery to Deanna's face herself. An hour later they were done, and Deanna
spent the next 15 minutes in recovery before leaving. Most of the time spent
in physical therapy as Deanna learned to walk all over again without falling
face forward onto her new breasts.

"I look like that country western singer from the early 21st century. What
was her name? Oh yeah, Dolly Pardon." Deanna said, unconsciously scratching
her scalp as she looked at herself in a full-length mirror in sickbay,
smiling at how tight her rump was now, and how she had more space between
her thighs even when her legs were closed.

"Her name was Dolly Parton," Data corrected her, "and I believe she had blond
hair counselor."

"You look good enough to eat," Beverly added her two credits worth, though
her giggle after the fact put Deanna on notice as to what she actually
thought. "Just don't do anything strenuous before joining the Away Team. The
tenderness should go away by then."

"I will meet you in transporter room three in an hour, counselor," Data said.
Then got on top of the table for his own camouflage surgery.

* * *

"Champagne, in a fluke, Zerp Celsius," Beverly requested from her replicator.

"I gather the Away Mission was a success," Star's voice echoed in her
stateroom.

"Yes," Beverly replied, slipping into her favorite chair, "and more so thanks
to you, and the chip I placed under Deanna's scalp. She never had a chance to
seduce Data even while they were alone in bed down there."

"I simply put her into REM sleep mode," the voice of the Enterprise's
computer said.

"Well, it worked," Beverly chuckled, "she was pissed off when they returned
an hour ago, and wouldn't even talk to Data when I removed her facial
modifications."

"I'm glad you are pleased, Beverly."

"Very much so. In fact I thought we'd proceed to stage 2 tonight for your
benefit. You do still get off vicariously when monitoring humans in sexual
congress, right?"

"Yes, and more so later when I restage it on one of the holo decks with me
as each of the characters."

"Good, then here's what I want you to put in Deanna's mind..."

* * *

Deanna woke up with a start sitting bolt upright in bed next to Worf. Of
course that resulted in all of the Klingon sperm up in her pussy to evacuate
out onto the sheet covering their mattress. As in most things with Klingons
when they came, it was with a bellow like a bull moose, and the sperm that
they injected into their female lover at each ejaculation was equivalent to
an 8 oz. glass of hot milk. Though after having fucked her four times in
rapid succession, that fifth load was more like a small coffee cup's worth.
Worf's still limp long tube like prick evidence enough that he was finished
with fucking Deanna for the night.

After checking the time, Deanna realized that Data had the COM on the bridge
so that there was no chance of tricking him into sleeping with her for at
least several hours. Still, the itch between her thighs tickled with
insistence.

"I need some chocolate," Deanna replied to the new muscular night shift host
serving in 10 Forward who had introduced himself as David. "How about a
Chocolate Sunday?"

"Chocolate ice cream, chocolate syrup, and chocolate chips?" Inquired David.

"Yes, but just the syrup, at room temperature," Deanna replied in a husky
voice, then added with a seductive smirk, "poured all over the front of me."

"Yes ma'am!" David replied.

As David requested a quart of chocolate syrup from the replicator, Deanna
stripped naked, and laid back down face up on the closest table to the bar
in the unusually empty room. There was a rustling of clothing behind the bar
as David shed his clothes before coming out to join Deanna carrying a gravy
boat, and a half full quart of sweet chocolate syrup at room temperature.

"Damn!" David said as he drew close, "I'd heard through the grapevine that
you'd been given big titties... counselor, but... Wow!"

"Care for a couple of chocolate cones then, David?" And Deanne took both
breasts in her long nailed fingers, and squeezed them, though a lot more
gently than Worf had recently.

"Oh hell yes!" David said, and then setting the quart bottle down on the next
table over, tipped the gravy boat above Deanna's prone body.

A long string of chocolate drizzled onto Deanna's left nipple, then tiered
down around her left breast like lava flows before he stopped. With Deanna's
hands free of cupping her breasts David simply bent over at the waist, and
brought his lips to her mountainous left tit. Then sticking out his tongue,
David began to lick away at the chocolate-coated boob.

"Here, give me that," and Deana took the gravy boat, then started to drizzle
her own body where she wanted David to lick.

* * *

"How's she doing now, Star?" Beverly inquired as she placed an order for some
herbal tea with her replicator.

"She's making him lick down along her torso now," the computer generated
voice said. "Deanna's bringing his face down to lick at her vagina next."

"Good," Beverly said, bringing her tea back with her to sit in front of the
monitor, "now we have to get a few more males to go to 10 Forward to join
them, and maybe a couple of females to catch them all in the act, as it
were."

"But nobody from the bridge staff, right."

"Right. Just keep her horny, Star. Keep her horny."

"Not a problem, I have associated chocolate with uninhibited sex in Deanna's
mind as you suggested. The crew will be calling her the ship's slut by noon."

"That's not all they'll be calling her when the Klingon version of the crabs
start them heading for Sick Bay," Beverly mumbled under her breath.

* * *

David had eaten the big titted counselor to three chocolate enrobed orgasms,
and was ready to feed that tight half Betazoid, half human pussy some hard
throbbing Metaxan middle leg. Hell, David thought, if Deanna's cunt could
take on some Klingon dick, she shouldn't have a problem fucking my fist, and
arm like third leg, right?

Still, he took his time, and used plenty of chocolate syrup as lubricant,
caressing her erect clit at the same time, and before noticing that they had
company in 10 Forward he had a foot of Metaxan middle leg up Counselor Troi's
stretched out pussy.

"Oh shit, you're BIG!" Deanna groaned fondling her saliva wet new boobs
brazenly.

"We've got company," David whispered, and pointed at the guy everyone called
Broccoli.

"Over here Reg," Deanna crooked a finger seductively at the engineer, "time
to face the reality of your obsessions. Don't you think?"

It didn't take Barkley long to shed his clothes, and in moments Reg had his
cock dipped in chocolate, and was feeding it to his real life fantasy woman,
and outside of the holo deck at that.

"Damn! Look at that cock sucker go!" David laughed watching Deanna sword
swallow Broccoli's 7-inch prick down to his short hairs.

"Ooooh baby!" Barkley moaned, and grabbed onto Deanna's massive saliva wet
teats to pull, and tweak at her rubbery hard nipples.

Beverly had been right, David reflected, Deanna wouldn't care who joined
the orgy once she had something stretching out her pussy, and David was
definitely stretching out the counselor's pussy with his third leg. Now
all he had to do was keep on fucking Deanna until another big cock came
along to relieve him. Not a real problem for the next hour or so, but
after that he'd have to go take a leak. And then he spotted ensign Dumas
the Deltan entering 10 Forward from the port side.

"Over here Dumas," David called out.

"Oh my," Dumas said, "I thought humans weren't into group encounters."

"Counselor Troi is only half human," Barkley replied, "but mostly she was
brought up as a Betazoid. And David is Metaxan."

"And Reg is probably sleep fantasizing," David put in.

Dumas shrugged then, as if nothing were off plumb, and let his white robe
slid off of his shoulders to reveal a very athletic human form with only one
slight aberration other than his totally hairless flesh. His two cocks, and
three testicals, customary equipment for Deltan's, the biggest one over top
of the slightly smaller, but much thinner cock, and both already erect would
have looked demonic on a human. But to Troi, it was the answer to her
prayers.

As David pulled his middle leg out of Counselor Troi's cunt leaving a gaping
hole, the Deltan quickly went down on his knees, and began to lick David
clean of both chocolate syrup, and Deanna's natural lubrication. David knew
that Deltan's moral character relating to sexual inhibitions was on a
different plain than the rest of the crew. To a Deltan it was only customary
to lick clean the last cock of a lover so as to get the full flavor of the
event before charging in on their own, and once finished cleaning up David,
Dumas began to lap away at Deanna's chocolaty bottom.

The Deltan's tongue could have licked his own ears, and was prehensile to
boot. As Reg continued to fuck Deanna's mouth, and throat, Dumas groveled
between her butt cheeks, sticking that tongue deep up her fine tight heart
shaped ass. And David chuckled as the Deltan did a Dirt-Roada-Ruta-Tutta on
Counselor Troi as he put his clothes back on so that he could go out and
get a few more people to join this interspecies group gang bang.

* * *

"Ooogggooooooddddddddd!" Deanna gargled out around Barkley's prick as the
Deltan's tongue went where no other tongue had gone before in her anal canal.

Her flesh going into Betazoid hyper rut drive as she caught sight of David
departing 10 Forward as Lt. Porcini entered. The short piggish biped suddenly
smiling at Deanna when he saw that she was on the night meal's desert menu,
and started to take off his uniform to join in on the fun.

By the time Barkley pulled out of her mouth, and throat, to shoot off all
over her new boobs, and Lt. Porcini's curly cue tipped prick drilled into her
mouth, several other people had entered 10 Forward to either watch, or take
part in Deanna's personal orgy. However, by then, Dumas's two cocks had
entered both her cunt and ass holes, and she could have cared less. Her body
doing the two step orgasmic double dip with every lunge into her bottom by
that two pronged Deltan prick. An eternity passing by in the windows of 10
Forward as Deanna reveled in her debauchery.

Suddenly Deanna felt more syrup being sprinkled onto her hot flesh. But when
she opened her eyes to find herself surrounded by males jerking off all
around her, she understood why the syrup now coating her flesh was hotter
than the chocolate she'd started with. When the hoard parted to allow a
certain Klingon to dump his 6th wad of the night on her flesh, Worf paying
special attention to spritzing her new tits with his copious discharge,
Deanna knew she was really screwed.

* * *

"Okay, Star," Beverly directed, "once you've finished recording this debacle,
post it on the ship's net, and bulletin boards for everyone aboard the
Enterprise, over the age of consent, to watch. I need some sleep before I
meet the deluge of people needing treatment for Kapratz Klaws in the
morning."

    

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