Thread: Moon Base One (casket &xanaphia)

Ah, its almost too bad, Isabelle joked, as she made her way to the exit, Your tits look amazing in low gravity. The intercom sounded back in the control room and both Jim and Hank looked at each other and laughed. Man....that lesbian is right, Val has some unbelievable knockers. Hank said with a smirk. I'd have to agree, She is strikingly beautiful, more importantly she's a brilliant botanist and that's the reason she's up here. Jim replied. You ever hit that Cap? Hank asked. Come on man, I am the commander of this mission, it would be a direct violation of NASA protocol for me to engage in any inappropriate conduct with any of the crew. You know this. Jim said and his cheeks blushed a little at the thought. Yeah look at you.....You thought about it though....Am I right? Hank persisted. Of course I've thought about it, I'm a heterosexual man, and she's a beautiful brilliant woman. I'd have to be a devote priest not to think about it but that's all it is. I've got a job to do and nothing is going to distract me from completing my mission, even if that distraction happens to have an amazing butt. Jim said and Hank broke out laughing. Hell man we've been up here so long I've considered tucking my dick between my buttcheeks and trying to take a crack at Isabelle, she's got short hair and the facial features of a fucking vulcan, but I bet she still screws just fine. Hank retorted and Jim chuckled at that. Jim stood up from the control panel and stretched his back, arching his tall 6'3 strong form. Hank looked on jealously wondering how easy it was for the dashing former Airforce pilot to get girls back on earth. The guy was tall, handsome, with a jawline you could practically cut cheese on. He had ice blue eyes and dark slicked back short hair. Hank wasn't all together bad looking, standing 5'11 and having a decent build, but he didn't have the movie star good looks that Jim had. Hank's hair was longer and shaggy and he didn't shave very often leaving him with a scruffy beard most the time. They both wore the same navy uniform but Jim made his look like an action hero's jumpsuit while Hank didn't have great posture and he felt like he looked more like a sack of potatoes in his. I'm going to go and start the bacon and get some beer from the cooler. Good job on the Gravatron Hank. Jim said as his hit the button that actuated the door. Thanks Cap! Hank said and waited for the door to slide shut before switching the monitor's feed to the air lock cameras. There he watched as the two woman stripped off the tight form fitting space suits. The suits ergonomically designed to fit close to the body didn't allow for much clothing to be worn underneath them so the astronauts were forced to wear only the most basic of undergarments while they adorned them. Most everyone dressed in the airlock, keeping their blue jumpsuits on hangers in there. It provided a great chance for Hank to indulge his voyeuristic fantasies and get a better look at Val and Issy. Hank was watching them, but unbeknownst to him, he was also being watched as the pulsing green like on the dashboard of the control panel focused in on him. I can sense your heartbeat rising Henry, are you in distress? PAL 3000 asked. No, shut up PAL! Hey can you zoom in?.....Yeah that's it....perfect. Oooh yeah Issy, look at that ass....look at it...How round and perfect it is....all you have to do is reach out and stick you fingers in her soft warm pussy and she'll melt in your hands....come on....come on! Hank talked to himself as he watched the feed. He got worried for a second and had to check to make sure the intercoms were still off. Nooo, no no no...don't get dressed so quickly....come on! Hank said and slouched back in his chair in disappointment. In the lab wing, Professor Thomas Green, who bore a striking resemblance actor Jeffery Comb's character from the cult movie Reanimator had finished his studies of Japanese fetish anime and thrown his used bandanna peel into the refuse bin. He pulled his pants up and adjusted his lab coat before walking back of to his work station. His spectrometer was almost finished analyzing the specimen of algae that Issy and Val had supplied for him. It seemed Val was concerned with the growth rate and wanted to see if the low gravity environment had anything to do with the species retarded growth rate. The machine dinged and spit out a long tape with the results printed on it. Tom picked it up and read the results. Hmmm interesting, very interesting and unexpected. It appears that the algae has mutated. I had thought this might be possible, although the dome provides UV filtering to make up for the lack of atmosphere it doesn't provide any protection from cosmic radiation. Back on earth our magnetosphere provides ample protection, but here on the moon it appears that the sample has been tainted. It looks like the chemical make up has psychotropic properties. Psilocybin, Methylenedioxy-N-Methylamphetamine, Ephedrine and Ketamine all being produced naturally by the algae. Well as a man of science I would be amiss if I didn't run some trial experiments on this compound. Tom said as he walked over to the centrifuge and plucked the vial from it. He held it up to his horned rimmed glasses and looked closely at it. Through the refraction of the solution he could see the wall of cages containing his lab animals. A monkey, several rabbits and rats, and ball python. Don't fret my precious specimens, I would never dream of testing such a thing on you. No I think for this should be needing human subjects to truly get the full measure of what the ramifications truly are. I need input that only my fellow crew members can provide. Tom said and dropped the vial into his lab coat pocket and started off for the mess hall.