As the battle droids held off the forces of chaos with their relentless artillery, Becca emerged from the shower, having taken a much-needed break. Checking herself in the mirror, she rubbed her small baby bump and was pleased to see that her breasts had returned to their original size.
Since arriving in Six's world, she had struggled with her chosen character template, losing almost all of her hard-earned muscle and her D-cup breasts. At least she still had her thunder thighs and height.
Her father had sent her into her cousin's gaming world session after learning that she had inherited her mother's divine moon powers. Ironically, she found herself in the form of Rebecca from *Cyberpunk: Edgerunners*, a name she had been given at birth.
Her father's decision was rooted in a belief that placing the child of an Old One into any world was akin to putting a piranha into a fish tank—a scenario that never ended well for the fish. The young of the Race of Yith were known to devour anyone weaker than themselves.
It typically took her kind several millennia to control their instincts. To prevent catastrophic outcomes, her father had discovered through various attempts. That he could send a young Yith with a mortal form, and the memories of a soul taken from the reincarnation cycle, thus avoiding an apocalypse.
Though, was having a large rack really a good thing for her? She noticed She had better balance as a flatboard, because her funbags bounced a little too much for her comfort, and she was beginning to build back pain in this mortal form.
Her bikini top looked a lot better when she was tastefully flat, than when her tits seemed to spill out around the top and strain to burst free in general from her constant movement.
Rebecca sighed, adjusting her bikini top to provide more support for her voluptuous assets. The sensation was still foreign to her, but she knew that in this form, she had to deal with the limitations and inconveniences of human anatomy.
She had been given the memories and personality of the young, rebellious woman Rebecca, and it was Rebecca's body she now inhabited. The soft curves and sensual allure were a stark contrast to the androgynous, muscular frame she had been accustomed to in her true form.
"Looks like I'm still going to need to get used to these."
She murmured to herself, giving her breasts a light squeeze. The sensation was oddly pleasurable, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of curiosity about the human experience of sexuality. It was something she had read about in the archives from her mother, but never truly understood.
Drying off with a towel, she took a moment to appreciate the way the fabric clung to her body. Her skin was smooth and warm from the shower, and she felt a strange mix of vulnerability and power. The droids would continue their defense without her for a while longer, so she had a chance to explore her feelings.
Pulling on a pair of tight shorts, she stepped out into the living area of their makeshift base. The sight of Six, her stoic and awesome husband, brought a smirk to her lips.
She was sent to protect him and become his lover, he was fated to an endless death cycle but now unable to look away from her feminine charms. It was a strange dynamic, at first it was a game, so she didn't let it bother her too much. But spending years with him and birthing his children changed her.
Rebecca was happy that her father let her keep her memories, unlike all the other young Yith-turned-gamers who believed they were mortals.
"You're looking...different."
Six said, his eyes flicking down to her chest before returning to her face.
Becca rolled her eyes playfully.
"Thanks, I think?"
Six nodded.
"Good."
She replied, strutting over to the couch with a sway in her hips as she sat down, feeling the fabric of her shorts press against her damp skin.
"Because I have a feeling we're going to need all the help we can get when the chaos outside decides to crash our party."
The room was filled with the low hum of droids recharging and the occasional beep of their systems. The quiet was comforting in its own way, a stark contrast to the chaos that raged outside. Becca took a deep breath, letting her mind wander to the memories of her true form, the vastness of the cosmos, and the power that lay dormant within her.
But she was here now, in this body, in this world. And she was going to make the most of it, even if it meant dealing with a pair of over-sized boobs and the attention they brought. With a newfound determination, she turned to Six.
"Alright, let's go over the strategy again. We need to be ready for whatever comes next."
Six nodded, his gaze lingering just a moment longer before he turned to the holographic display. Rebecca couldn't help but feel a little thrill at his unspoken attraction. So she strutted towards him with a hip in her steps.
"So, what do you think, Big guy?"
She asked, almost demanding a response as she hurriedly reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, tits springing perkily out as she lurched her chest forward.
"Do you like what you see?"
"Rebecca, you have the rack of a goddess, but is- is something going on?"
Now Six was concerned. This was not like Rebecca; her teasing usually never went beyond the verbal. Something must be going on.
"Yes! Also- Wait...I bet you're just saying that."
Green eyes narrowed on him, skepticism oozing from her every pore, which only confused and concerned Six more.
"Huh?"
"I don't see a boner on you, choom!"
"I keep it hidden- i mean, what?"
Six's eyes widened as Rebecca's bra hit the floor, her voluptuous breasts bouncing slightly with the motion. He had to admit, she had a point. He quickly composed himself, trying to keep his gaze on her face.
"I'm just surprised, that's all. We're in the middle of planning the battle, and you're...distracting me."
Rebecca smirked, her hands sliding down her abdomen to the waistband of her tight shorts.
"Well, if a little distraction gets the blood flowing to your brain, then who am I to argue?"
She began to unbutton her shorts, sliding them down her hips, revealing the black lace panties she wore underneath.
"We could use a little...stress relief before we dive into this, don't you think?"
Her hands moved to the side of her panties, teasingly sliding them down, just enough to show the top of her trimmed mound.
"Rebecca, this isn't the time-"
"Isn't it? We might not get another chance, you know."
Her voice was low and seductive, leaving little room for argument. Six felt his resolve crumbling as he took in the sight of her half-bare body.
"What's the plan, then?"
Rebecca stepped closer, her bare chest pressing against his firm abs, her hands reaching for the zipper of his own pants.
"We'll call it a...morale booster. Just a little something to ensure we're both at the top of our game."
With a swift tug, she had his pants open, and her hand was on his cock, stroking it gently. He gasped, unable to resist the sensation.
"Rebecca, we can't-"
"Shh, Big guy."
She whispered, her breath hot on his neck.
"Let's just do this, and then we'll be unstoppable."
Her hand worked him over, her touch expert and familiar. Six's eyes rolled back as he felt himself growing hard in her grasp.
"You're sure this won't mess with our focus?"
"Positive."
She murmured, her other hand moving to cup his balls, giving them a gentle squeeze.
"It'll make us better."
With a groan, Six gave in, his hands finding their way to her breasts, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh as she stroked him. Their kiss grew more passionate, tongues entwining as their bodies moved closer.
Rebecca dropped to her knees, pulling Six's pants down the rest of the way, revealing his rock-hard cock. She took it in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip, then taking more and more of his length in deep, slow strokes.
Six's hips bucked forward, his hands tightening in her hair as she sucked him off. He could feel himself getting closer to the edge, but he knew he had to last. This was their moment to connect, to become one before they faced whatever dangers lay ahead.
He pulled away, panting, and helped her to her feet.
"My turn."
He murmured, pushing her panties aside and diving between her legs. He licked her clit, her taste familiar and intoxicating.
Rebecca moaned, her hands on his head, guiding him as he ate her out. She was already wet, her body responding to his touch. Her hips rocked against his face as he worked her over, bringing her closer and closer to the brink of orgasm.
Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. She pulled him up, kissing him hard as she led him to the bed. They fell onto it, their clothes coming off in a frenzy of passion.
Six pushed into her, feeling her tightness grip him, her moans filling his ears. They moved together, their bodies in perfect sync, their passion burning hotter with each thrust.
As they climaxed together, their bodies tangled in a sweaty mess, Six knew that whatever came next, they'd face it as a team.
"Now."
Rebecca panted, her chest heaving.
"Now we're ready."
Six nodded, a smug smile playing on his lips as he pulled her in for a tight embrace.
"Now, we're unstoppable."
They laid there for a moment, basking in the afterglow, before pulling themselves together and returning to the holographic display. The plan was laid out before them, but the tension between them had shifted. As Rebecca was still connected with Six, her hips bouncing on his cock, her pussy trying to squeeze the last drops of his creamy milk.