Chapter 1: Meet Abby

I still remember the night I met her.

I was making the run to Mira 6 about once a month, dropping off shipments of beer and packaged food and bringing back rare-earth metals. We've got a lot of electronics these days, and not much palladium and iridium to go around.

Anyway, I got to talking with the guy at the refinery. I told him I'd be in town overnight, and I asked him where was a good bar.

He gave me a big shit-eating grin. "You seem like a guy with an open mind," he said. "Why don't you check this place out?" He picked up a pad and wrote "The Wellspring Tavern" and an address. I thanked him and left to load up my ship.

That night I went to check out the Wellspring. It was a few blocks from my hotel in what looked like a questionable part of town. Every other neon sign said "GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS" or "ALIEN MASSAGE". Groups of tough guys stood around bullshitting and gambling, and shady alien characters leaned against alley walls. As I passed, they hissed at me in some incomprehensible language.

I almost missed the tavern. Its sign was a lot smaller than the brothels', and very simple. The logo was a sort-of swishy line drawing of a woman with big tits, a narrow waist, and wide hips.

"Hmm, a titty bar," I said. "This could be fun."

I stepped inside. It was the strangest titty bar I'd ever seen. It was set up like an old-timey pub. There were lots of tables in little alcoves, wooden paneling on the walls, and a massive wooden bar with a line of beer taps.

The place was packed. Most of the tables were full of laughing, shouting guys or knots of aliens with big heads and scaly skin. They cackled and muttered their crazy gibberish. True to titty bar form, there were girls all over and around the tables, touching guys' shoulders, sitting on laps.

A waitress walked by me carrying a tray of beers. She was a tall, thick redhead, dressed like a medieval barmaid. She had a ruffled skirt with petticoats or something underneath and a tight corset that ended just under her breasts. Her puffy white shirt was currently pulled down underneath her massive tits.

Jesus, they were huge. Each jug must have weighed 8 or 10 pounds, with areolas the size of pie plates and big hard nipples that could put your eye out.

"Sit anywhere you like," she said, and winked at me.

I took a table along the back wall. A moment later, a blonde waitress walked up. She was also dressed in the "bar wench" style. I guess the Wellspring was taking the "tavern" thing seriously. Her impressive tits were covered, but her deep cleavage peeked out the top of her bodice.

"What'll you have?" she said, squeezing her tits together with her arms.

"I, uh," I stuttered, staring hard at her mounds.

She laughed. "First time here, hon?"

I nodded.

"Welcome to the Wellspring," she said. "We have beer, wine, booze, the usual stuff," she said. "But we also have a very special menu." She turned slightly and nodded at two other barmaids sitting at a table. They came walking over. One was short and thin, with skin the color of strong milky coffee. The other was chubby and pale. She came to the table slowly, walking with tiny little mincing steps.

"See, every girl at the Wellspring serves her own special drink," said the blonde. She reached a hand into the elastic of her shirt and hauled out one fat tit. She cupped it with her hand and squeezed a nipple. A jet of milk shot out, splattering the table in front of me.

"For thirty credits," she said, "you can take a drink from these." She grinned at me lasciviously, then continued.

"Or, if you're in the mood for something different, you can try a little Gwen." The chubby girl lifted her skirt and showed me her bald pussy. She spread her lips to reveal her pink interior, then reached for a little glass. She held it under herself and squealed as a squirt of amber liquid jetted from her pisshole. She struggled to stop the flow, her entire body giving a little shiver as she managed to pinch it off.

"Holy shit," I said. From the size of her swollen belly, her bladder must have been the size of a canteloupe. No wonder she was walking like that.

"Or, for the truly adventurous," said the blonde,"There's Nana."

The short girl with the dark skin stared me straight in the eye. She flipped up her skirt and underneath was an enormous cock. It had to be ten inches long, with a pair of balls like small oranges hanging loosely underneath. For a dick, it was surprisingly feminine, soft, slender and completely hairless, with a cute little pointed tip still wrapped in foreskin.

"Sorry, I don't give samples," Nana said. She grasped her cock with one hand and pointed it at me, juggling her big balls in the other. "But I guarantee large portions."

I looked at all three of them for a minute, then shrugged. "Ladies, you're all extremely tempting," I said, "but I'll just have a beer for now."

Nana and Gwen tucked themselves back in and left the table. "Sure thing," said the blonde. She produced a shot glass from an apron pocket and held it up to her nipple. She squirted it full of her milk and set it on the table in front of me. "First one's free," she said, then went to get my beer.

I nursed my beer slowly, watching some kind of alien racing sport on the vid screen. When it was empty, I looked around for the blonde waitress, but I couldn't find her. I was about to give up and go to the bar when another waitress walked past.

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