Trisha finished her loud surprisingly Aisha like laugh. Her belly continued to bounce up and down for a few seconds before gurgling a little and coming to a complete stop, “You’ve got guts kid, I like that. With moxy like that, who knows? You might actually last to the end of the month.” Trisha renewed her laughter.

The jostling caused her belt buckle to shoot off right at Jim. He jerked backwards just in the knick of time. It hit the wall behind him.

“Good reflexes.” Trisha complimented, she wrapped her hands under the bulk of her massive belly so it wouldn’t sag down to the floor, “Damn, that’s my second belt this week…… Hey Jim, do me a favor will ya?”

Jim couldn’t believe it. He was being used as a belly stand. On his knees Jim could feel the soft yet heavy uniform clad belly pushing him downward. Jim was surprised the military uniform didn’t rip either but it seemed Ctarl Ctarl clothing was made of stretchier more durable fabric. He wasn’t sure but he THOUGHT he could feel some slight movement coming from within the furry orb resting on top of him. Ctarl Ctarl stomach acids were strong but maybe the pirate within was still alive, no longer struggling but weakly shaking from a pain induced seizure. Jim shuddered, what a way to go.

“Nope, I can’t fix it. Damn!” Trisha tossed the belt away, “Oh well, it was worth the laugh.” Putting her hands under her now only 80 pound stomach she lifted it off the back of the small Terran, “Thanks shorty.”

“Don’t mention it.”

“Well now Jim…. I think I met you once before right?”

Jim nodded, “Yeah, you helped show me around the ship the first day I got here. You took me to help out Paige do some repair work. She’s an engineer-“

“I know who Paige is.” Trisha said nodding, “Yeeeeeeah, now I remember. So THAT’S where she met ya.” Jim looked at her oddly, that was an interesting choice of words, Trisha didn’t elaborate, “Well Jimmy boy, you look good. I’m glad Commander Bitch hasn’t let you have some alone time with her colon. I’m surprised, she gives me hell for the smallest things, I thought for sure you’d be litter box material by now….. no offense.”

“None taken.” Though Jim had winced at the name, apparently Aisha was none to popular with Trisha.

“Well if she ever tries just give her the Molly treatment.” Trisha patted him on the back.

Trisha didn’t want to walk back to her room with a still relatively full belly of Terran meat so she decided to stay and talk some more with the young slave. She found herself quickly liking him for more than just bloodying Molly Silverpaw. Jim enjoyed the conversation too, in many ways Trisha was rude, sarcastic, tough, yet somehow still nice, just like Aisha was. Well talking about his experiences on the massive battleship eventually he got to talking about his experiences with fellow child prodigy Paige. Trisha interest seemed piqued for some reason so she started probing him about Paige. She didn’t ask him how he got a hold of a vibro knife which was good. Jim didn’t have a good excuse for how he could have smuggled it in (he couldn’t reveal his relationship with Aisha to her). Luckily, or unluckily, it hadn’t done any damage to Molly’s thick Ctarl Ctarl hide. It didn’t pierce her, or even scratch her. If anything it was the knife that had suffered the most damage. It had trembled a little and threatened to break. Trisha finished up her Molly questions and probed her softer somewhat smaller tummy.

“Well, it was good talking to you Jim. I’m going to turn in for the night. If you need anything, anything, just seek me out. And if the ‘Commander’ tries to discipline you or shove a leash up your ass just tell her I….. er…… asked you to do some chores in the kitchen.”

Jim raised an eyebrow, “Are you saying YOU’D take the blame for me being out and about instead of being confined to my room at night?”

“Hell, why not? I like you well enough and I don’t mind scrubbing a few toilets. I’m getting pretty rusty, if I don’t do some toothbrush cleaning soon I’ll forget how!”

“… I don’t think that’ll be necessary…. But thanks Trisha. I really appreciate it.”

“No problem, I’ll see you later kiddo.” Trisha trailed off her belly cradled in her arms.

Jim smiled, it seemed he’d made a new ally aboard the Orta Hone-Hone. He didn’t know why she’d been so friendly. She’d gruff, yet nice, that first day but he never thought she’d want to associate with future belly fodder. Maybe she just really hated Molly? Regardless, now there were 3 Ctarl Ctarl aboard the ship who didn’t want to eat him. Only a couple hundred more to go!

Jim slipped back quietly into Aisha’s quarters. He pulled himself up onto her gut. Aisha’s ears twitched and her eyes open, “It’s not good to sneak out so late at night Jim. Where did you go, the bathroom?” Jim gave Aisha a rundown of everything that had happened, at first she had a slight frown on her lips but by the end of the story she was laughing.

“I can’t believe her nose broke! Just a couple love taps from a chair swung by a Terran baby and CRACK. Heh, I guess rich kids are just more delicate.”

“I’m not a kid and I’m definitely not a baby………Aren’t you rich too Aisha? Your dad was a high ranking officer wasn’t he?” Jim asked, smirking.

Aisha huffed, “Yeah, but so what? I’m tough.”

“Pot, kettle, black.”

“I’m tough! I’ll show you!” Aisha pushed off the bed and tried to snatch Jim. He dodged and wound up on her back, her long pony tail ring clutched in his hand like the reigns of a horse, “YEEEHAW!” It didn’t last long. Jim found himself lying down on the bed, Aisha’s butt on his chest. She started tickle torturing him by lightly licking his feet, “Hmmm, not bad.” Aisha joked.

“Come on Aisha, I give!” After a little more playing around the two tired and decided to go back to sleep. Aisha had a good night’s sleep lying sprawled out on top of Jim. Jim was too tired to care.

The next morning…..