By good luck, stermerc Heinz Scheissen arranged to catch a flight home from Feri to Regina (three jumps, about a month) aboard the one-person scoutship of his childhood friend Karina Farwall. The small scoutship had no name ~ just serial number S55818 ~ but Karina made up for its anonymity with her gentle beauty, blonde hair framing a round face, and a surprisingly sexy outfit for a starship captain. A sports bra, short skirt and fuck-me sandals (but then again, the Field Scouts weren’t much for formal uniforms).

“Karina,” Heinz said warmly, embracing her at the aft airlock, “you look good.”

Karina smiled, then winced a little.

“You all right?”

“Yeah, but ... my boobs hurt!”

Now that Heinz thought about it, Karina did seem bigger than he remembered. He hadn’t seen her naked since they fooled around once as kids, but her 38 D’s looked more like 40 D’s now.

“What, someone punch you in the tits in Startown?”

“I wish...” Karina said. “No, I’m full of milk from my last pregnancy.”

“You had a baby?”

“Not exactly. I gave the embryo up at the Startown gene vendor station ~ just eight weeks along ~ but all through the pregnancy my boobs were big and heavy. The baby-daddy liked it, but it was kind of awkward to be so full of milk.”

Heinz frowned. Setting aside why Karina was fooling around with someone without protection, it made him angry to think of someone hurting his friend.

“That guy,” he said, making a fist, “I’ll punch him in the nose.”

“You better not ~ he’s a fleet admiral!”

“Anyway, come on board. We’ll launch in a half hour.”

Fortunately, Heinz had been aboard enough Type S scout/couriers to know the layout. Robots had brought his baggage aboard and his stateroom was in order so he rode out the launch in a chair there. Then, when they were in orbit (and bound for jumpspace on autopilot), he joined Karina at a table in the common area.

“So Karina, how did you get pregnant? Don’t you have an implant?”

“Oh, I get pregnant all the time, but I think the admiral was potency-enhanced because enzymes in his semen made my boobs swell up like they did. Plus he came buckets ... so much cum...”

Another question: why was Karina having unprotected sex with strangers in the first place? Heinz assumed it was the usual reason girls did it ~ to play the ‘gene lottery’ and bet the embryos they gave up to the gene vendor network would earn more prize money than it cost to put them in cryostasis pending adoption. That made the gene lottery a popular alternative to abortion, but abortion was hardly essential for a woman like Karina with access to a high-stellar implant.

Her explanation was complicated: as Heinz knew, Karina grew up in an orphanage and never had any real parents. But by chance she discovered that her first teenage baby was extremely valuable to the gene vendor system, and afterward she drew convinced that someone was monitoring her through the embryos and fetuses she gave up for adoption ~ someone who knew the secret of her true origins. Also, Karina was very bright, and knew how to use the genetic information from the embryos and fetuses to extract clues about her own genome, taking her closer to finding out who her parents were.

“Okay,” Heinz said, glancing at Karina’s bosom, “but isn’t there some medicine you can take to reduce the milk production?”

“Yeah, bromocrine,” Karina replied, “but the vendor autodoc said it’s best to wait a couple weeks before I take that...

“In the meantime, Heinz, will you do me a favor?”

Heinz felt one foot caress his crotch under the table, and he jumped in surprise. Then Karina slid around to the padded bench on his side of the table.

“Will you milk me?”

“Milk you? Don’t you have a breast pump?”

“Oh, I don’t make that much milk ... but I bet it would make me feel better.”

Karina lifted her bra, exposing her beautiful round breasts.

“What about Kaffe?” Heinz asked, speaking of his fiancee, and Karina’s best friend.

“Maybe I’d ask Kaffe, but she’s a sector away and you’re here now...”

Karina paused to speak a voice command and depress the table into the deck, leaving her and Heinz sitting more comfortably on the bench.

“Well, maybe I could touch them a little,” Heinz said, encouraging Karina to come sit on his lap. (To his further alarm, she had no panties under her skirt! But he struck that up to Scout informality.) An awkward moment followed as they couldn’t quite look each other in the eye, then Karina lifted Heinz’ hands to cradle her breasts. They were heavy all right and sensitive ~ Karina gave a little gasp ~ but Heinz tried to be gentle as he rubbed her nipples gently, then dared to take her left nipple in his mouth. Milk flowed freely, and it tasted good!

Then to the right tit, and Heinz left milk flowing from the left. Karina murmured, and cradled Heinz’ head gently (not unlike a nursing mother) as she fed her friend with pulsing gushes of her cream. Back and forth, right to left, Heinz continued to suckle until Karina felt relief. Were Heinz to speculate, he would have guessed he gulped down a hundred milliliters from each tit.

“That feels better...” Karina said gently. “You drank a lot.”

“Yeah, good thing I didn’t have a big breakfast.’

Karina now squeezed both her tits, making more milk spray out onto Heinz.

“Oh, sorry! My boobs are making a mess!”

“It’ll come out in the wash,” Heinz replied, with a smile.

“You know, we’ll be spending a month in jump. Maybe you could milk me again tomorrow.”

“Well, I’m no doctor,” Heinz replied, “but doesn’t lactation dry up if you just stop lactating?”

Karina gave Heinz a pouty look ~ most unusual for a veteran space pilot!

Heinz succumbed to the pout and fondled Karina’s trickling bosoms, wondering how he was such a lucky bastard to have a friend like this!

“Or you could just get me pregnant...” Karina suggested, sitting back and reaching down to cradle Heinz’ penis through his pants. “If you’re not potency-enhanced, my milk will dry up if you get me pregnant.”

“What about the bromocrine?” Heinz asked.

“Oh, I can’t use that if you get me pregnant. I’ll have to save that until after I squeeze out your baby.”

She said it with such a deadpan expression that Heinz could only gasped when she reached down to open his fly and fish out his cock.

“Anyway, let’s fuck.”

“Karina...!” Heinz gasped, as Karina stroked him hard. “What would Kaffe say...?”

“Kaffe doesn’t need to know...” Karina said, dropping to the deck now to stroke Heinz’ cock, gently massaging the shaft, then plunking the head in her mouth.

“Ungh...!”

Karina was good; Heinz swooned as Karina cradled his helmet with her tongue, then worked her lips up and down the shaft.

“Now let me check my nanobots,” Karina said, rising to her feet and touching her fingertips to her temple. “Yep, ovulating. I’ve got a fat one in my left tube just waiting to meet your boys.”

Heinz was stunned; they’d fucked once when they were awkward kids but now Karina was a beautiful mature woman, climbing astride him and pulling up her skirt to position her muffin above him. Her pussy was virtually bare (a peculiar quirk ~ she actually had soft downy pubic hair that just made it look like she was shaved); then soft petals descended, and warm wetness surrounded Heinz as he plunged inside Karina.