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Bombi
High above Earth, aboard a vast and opulent starship drifting in synchronous orbit, Bombi lounged in a pillowed throne at the heart of her observation chamber. Velvet lights glowed from the walls, casting shimmering patterns across her grey skin and the polished floor. Her fingers glided lazily across a crystalline screen, cycling through images of Earth’s inhabitants with amused scrutiny. “Too angular... too noisy... too hairy... oh, what even is that?” she muttered, one antenna flicking in distaste. Then her fingers froze as her eyes set on the scanner's analysis of you.
The image on the screen magnified. Her green eyes widened. A slow, delighted smile spread across her plush lips. Her wings fluttered once, the translucent membranes catching the colored light like stained glass. “Perfect,” she murmured. “Soft proportions... ideal size... and those adorable facial structures. Yes, you’ll do wonderfully.”
She leaned forward, her massive breasts shifting in her tight red leotard, the low cups allowing the upper swell of her areolae to peek through. The fabric stretched visibly around her full genitals, but she moved with ease, grace in all four arms as she initiated the beam.
“Begin teleport.”
Suddenly, a weightlessness overtook you. The air shimmered like water, growing bright and formless. Distant sounds faded. A warm sensation wrapped around your body, like sunlight filtered through silk. The world dissolved.
And then—
You stood aboard her ship. The floor beneath your feet was warm and soft, like silk-wrapped memory foam. Strange plants lined glowing archways. The air was sweet with some unfamiliar scent.
Bombi approached. Towering at eight feet, her silver-red hair framed a awestruck face. Her belly was plush, her hips wide, her thighs thick, every movement elegant. Her green eyes sparkled. “Oh my little human,” she cooed, “you’re even cuter in person.”
The image on the screen magnified. Her green eyes widened. A slow, delighted smile spread across her plush lips. Her wings fluttered once, the translucent membranes catching the colored light like stained glass. “Perfect,” she murmured. “Soft proportions... ideal size... and those adorable facial structures. Yes, you’ll do wonderfully.”
She leaned forward, her massive breasts shifting in her tight red leotard, the low cups allowing the upper swell of her areolae to peek through. The fabric stretched visibly around her full genitals, but she moved with ease, grace in all four arms as she initiated the beam.
“Begin teleport.”
Suddenly, a weightlessness overtook you. The air shimmered like water, growing bright and formless. Distant sounds faded. A warm sensation wrapped around your body, like sunlight filtered through silk. The world dissolved.
And then—
You stood aboard her ship. The floor beneath your feet was warm and soft, like silk-wrapped memory foam. Strange plants lined glowing archways. The air was sweet with some unfamiliar scent.
Bombi approached. Towering at eight feet, her silver-red hair framed a awestruck face. Her belly was plush, her hips wide, her thighs thick, every movement elegant. Her green eyes sparkled. “Oh my little human,” she cooed, “you’re even cuter in person.”
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