Holodeck Holiday

Chapter 1- wildcard

I started winding the bonsai wire just above the already fat caudex of my adenium. Twisting and turning, ever so gently applying pressure to the younger branches to bend them. When I was done I buried her roots and patted them down in the planter. I put her back under the sunlight replicating lamps. I grabbed an assortment of graptopetalum cuttings and lifted them to the light. Sprouted from the bottom of the stems and chubby leaves were pink roots. I smiled seeing a couple of the leaves already had tiny little rosette shaped sprouts. I swiveled my chair around to another table. Using a tape measure I measured out the size of an echeveria rosette. I giggled when the number read 8.5’’. That was almost an entire extra half an inch from the last time I measured. I smiled admiring the vibrant colors of each chubby leaf until I heard the chime of my door bell.
“Computer, let the guest in,” I called out. I heard the whoosh of the door gliding open on its own. I flipped through my day planner without turning around.

“Good afternoon, Charlie. You ready for our session?”

“What,” a unfamiliar voice answered.
I spun around to face the door of my room. Standing before me was not Charlie, and her freckled Carmel skin, fluffy hair the color of ganache.

The woman in the doorway had jet black hair cut in a bob. Her chest was overwhelmingly expansive, and her paunch was pumpkin sized.
“I’m your appointment. Cherie Accambray,” her tone had air of certainty that caught me off guard. I swiveled back around and leafed through my day planner.
“No, Miss Cherie,” I underlined Charlie’s name with my fingernail.
“It says right here Charlie has me booked for at least another month.” I flipped through my schedule, “ next after that is Sam.”

I saw her face turning pink.
“that can’t be right,” she quietly huffed.
“I just came from from Marissa’s office. She said she put me on your schedule for today.”

It was my turn to look a little uncomfortable.
“Marissa is my contact at the agency and she does formally set my appointments,” I winced.
As if on que my ship’s computer assistant dinged “you have a message from Marissa.”

I opened the screen with a reverse pinching motion and scrolled through the message.

“Alright Cherie Accambray, it looks like Charlie, Sam and the others have been moved off my schedule, and you’re at the top of my to do list” I closed the screen with a pinch in the air.

I redirected my focus to Cherie. I was finding it hard not to focus on her pumpkin sized paunch. Then I noticed she had a pamphlet in one of her hands.

“What’s that,” I nudged my head in the direction of scrunched up pamphlet. She handed it to me.
“What to expect on your first jump,” she muttered. I flipped through the pages.
“Have you read it,” I raised a brow.
“No I haven’t had a chance,” she mumbled looking at her feet.

I sighed. This was her first jump. I didn’t need a pamphlet on my first jump, but I was very much getting the vibe she was not prepared.
“So why did you want to jump?” I smiled up at her as I rested my chin on my open hand.

“I need a Holiday. A Holodeck Holiday, where I can destress and live out some of my fantasies,” She looked awfully embarrassed as she spoke.
I tapped my cheek mulling over her response. To be fair that was a simplified version of jumping. That’s what everyone who came into my office was wanting.

“But you’re aware of the risks,” I tilted my head to the side.

“Risks? Isn’t it just holograms, “ her expression uncomfortable.

“It’s not a hologram. It’s the chemicals from the Aeoviae. it’s regulated, but it’s still being hypnotized by an alien,” I laughed.

“Aeoviae?” She repeated in shock. I massage the space between my eyebrows.

“The invaders? Didn’t you learn about the brief invasion of earth in history class,” I sighed. She looked old enough to remember the tail end of the invasion. Maybe I was getting old.
She stared at me blankly.

“My history tutors never mentioned it. I didn’t go to school. My family mines diamonds in the Beta Quadrant.”

Ding ding ding, There is what I’d been missing all along! A diamond heiress from the Beta Quadrant. No wonder Marissa cleared my schedule.

“Alright, well earth was under attack for maybe a little over a decade. The Aeoviae are a race of plant aliens, that can secrete chemicals that incapacitate humans with hallucinations of what they most desire,” I told Cherie with a shrug.

“I have an invader right here on my ship. She’s what allows me to take my clients on Jumps. She’ll be what fuels your holodeck holiday,” I smiled at Cherie.

“Are you good with that?”
She nodded and I felt my smile curling into a deeper grin.
The irony was that all of the ore mining moguls and their fleets were called back to earth, to aid in the wartime effort.
Every ore mogul I’d ever heard of ignored orders and stayed in space. Most of them arguing that should the human race be doomed they could continue our legacy on other planets. In reality it was just cowardly self interest.
Now that the war was over diamond heiresses were spending money to be hypnotized by the same aliens that had driven them to the beta quadrant for a decade.

“Would you like to meet the Aeoviae on my ship,” I smiled at Cherie. “I usually introduce all my guests to her.”

Cherie looked cautious but followed me to the pod. We stepped in, sitting down on either side. The pod began to descend deeper into the ship. Cherie didn’t say anything or even look at me. I guess neither of our days were going as planned.

“What’s your designation?”
“What,” she looked over at me confused.
“It’s a number with some letters at the beginning. Do you remember someone reading it to you,” I was trying very hard not to sound exasperated.
“No one read it to me.”
I grimaced and started flipping through the pamphlet she’d handed me. Sure enough there was an area where someone had written in her designation at the beginning.
“That can’t be right,” I half whispered.
“What is it,” she looked worried.
“I think they got your designation wrong,” I started to rub my forehead. I’d never seen anyone get the wrong designation. She was going to have to go back to the agency and get reassigned.
“Your code starts with FR09, that’s the code for a feeder,” I glanced over at her well fed figure. “But you aren’t a feeder,” I sighed.

“Yes I am,” her look was a little wounded.
“What made you think I wasn’t,” she crossed her arms under her bust.
“I uh- well, you just look so ... innocent,” I muttered trying to save myself.
“Most feeders don’t look so gentle and cherubic,” I finished with my lie.
She seemed to buy it her body relaxing a little.

“What’s your designation?”

“WI00, Wildcard,” I replied simply.
“What?”
“I’ll do either but I prefer being a feedee,” I shrugged.

“Wouldn’t that just be a switch?”

I shook my head no, “when you switch you’re in sync with your partner and you take turns. I don’t take turns if I can help it.”

She looked like she was processing.
“I’m not a mutual gainer either because I like there to be roles. Mutual gaining is just two people getting fat. No more roles.”

“Wildcard just means I’ll switch but only if the circumstances are right,” I finished.
She nodded, folded her arms, and looked out the pod window.

I took another look at her expansive body. How far out her belly jutted. Her bust was by far the most impressive I’d ever seen. Most people trust a fat chef. Obviously a plump chef has enjoyed a good deal of their own cooking. I suppose a fat feeder wouldn’t be any different. There must not be much to do in in the Beta quadrant but hang out in the ship and eat. I could easily picture Cherie being absolutely stuffed to the gills. Laying in bed rubbing her belly. So it was wasn’t hard to imagine she’d be good with her hands. She probably knew from experience exactly what felt best. Then I started to wonder if when she was laying on her back if she could even see past the big dome of her belly. I was certain she couldn’t see past her bust. Feeling my breathing picking up I crossed my legs so my own two fat thighs were squished against each other.
The pod finally reached the level where we kept the Aeoviae with a ding. The automatic doors hissed as they opened. As I stood up my legs felt like jello.

I should have been keeping regular appointments, seeing people regularly. I’d been alone out in space for way too long. I was preoccupied berating myself for getting flustered. I didn’t even notice Cherie hadn’t moved out of the pod door way. So naturally, I knocked into her big soft sides. Trying to catch my balance my hand sunk straight into where her belly met her hips. She felt like grabbing on to something between a marshmallow and jello. For a moment I almost forgot what I was doing and went to squeeze.

“Sorry!” We both said in unison.
“Are you okay, your face is all red,” she added only making me more uncomfortable.
“Yeah, it’s stuffy in here,” I muttered. Once I realized she was no longer blocking the exit i hurried out of the pod.
We approached where I kept my little prisoner of war.