
John swaggered down the deck of The Lonely Gull with a rolling
bow-legged gate born both of his unusual anatomy and his long
experience on the deck of a ship. He pulled his scope out of the
pocket where it hung off of his belt and pointed it astern. He
could just barely make out the outline of a ship coming towards
him. Even at this distance, he knew the outline of that huge black-hulled
monster. The captain of The Widowmaker had been after him for months now,
and given what had happened to other pirates of the thousand isles when
she had caught them, he wasn't keen on letting the ship get any closer.

Despite his unease, John wasn't ready to leave them in the dust
quite yet. The self styled Pirate Queen would not be alone, and he
wanted to know how many sister ships were sailing with her. He doubted
she would have brought the whole fleet, but a few agile sloops that could
keep up with the living ship she used as a flagship were almost certain
to be along to help scout and box him in.

"Let me know when you see more sails!" He called up to Tanner in the crow's
nest.

The chase continued, drawing tensions high over the next few hours. Their
pursuers gained steadily on them. The Gull could not match the pace of
one of the three living ships, but John was still confident that he could
shake them loose when the time came. When they had sighted the sails of
three of The Widowmaker's consorts, John decided that that time had come.
The smaller ships were gaining on the Gull, but not nearly as fast as
Queen Drake's monstrous ship was.

He could feel the worry from his crew. They were none too eager to be made
slaves to the Pirate Queen. John didn't know if his aberrance would protect
him, but he didn't want to find out. He closed his eyes and reached out to
the wind and sea that surrounded him. The elements responded to him like a
well trained horse, and The Lonely Gull picked up speed. He didn't push
it too hard, he would need to keep this up for days, but the difference was
enough that even a living ship could no longer keep up with them.

When John had first started going aberrant seven years ago, he had hidden
it. He shaved his hair when it began to drink in the light during the day
and release the light it had swallowed it slowly throughout the night.
He wore tight undergarments and increasingly baggy pants to conceal his
swelling gentiles. He never mentioned the way the air and sea seemed to
sing to him. He had lived in fear of the inquisition like that for three
years until he was wounded in battle and his fellow sailors in the Three
Sister's Navy watched as his flesh knit back together. He had unleashed the
sea on the enemy, turning the tide of battle, but ended up in chains. He
would have been executed when they returned home, but the fleet was caught
in a storm and scattered. His broken ship was pounced on by pirates who had
been less interested in what the Church had to say about aberrants and more
interested in what his powers could do for them.

John had taken to piracy like a duck to water. The pirates accepted him for
who he was, and after the way the world had treated him, he was more than
willing to get a little of his own back. After a year, the pirate captain
who had found him had been swept off the deck by an unusually large wave,
and John had succeeded him after challenging the first mate in the subsequent
election. The man had bowed out of the contest at the last minute contest,
probably realizing that John had something to do with the wave and wanting
to avoid a similar fate. Under his leadership, the Gull had gone from a marginal
ship barely scraping by to one of the most successful predators of the seas. If
there was any lingering resentment about the way that John had clawed his way to
the top, it had been papered over by several generous layers of gold.


Supper was Rabu's pork stew as he had just slaughtered one of the hogs they
had picked up in port. They would have to start eating more hard tac soon, but
for now the food was still quite good. John asked the cook if he had put a
new spice in the stew, and the jovial man allowed that he had decided to try
something new. If John had been paying closer attention, he might have noticed
the way that Rabu's skin glistened with sweat and eyes darted furtively around
the room. He was too preoccupied with worries about the future though. If
Queen Drake continued to take over pirate outfits, there would soon be no safe
ports for the Gull, even if they did managed to keep outrunning her on the
high seas.

When John's vision began to blur, he realized what had happened, but it was too
late. Rabu was gone, so he could not even take vengeance with his fading
strength. Gasping, he collapsed to the floor as the world went dark.


To his surprise, when he came to John was not trussed up on The Widowmaker.
Blake, his first mate, sat next to him with a worried expression on his face,
"Captain, thank god you're awake. You have to bring us away, she's almost on
us!"

John groaned, "Jesus. What did he poison me with?"

"He refused to say before we chucked him over the side." Blake replied.

"Well, it doesn't matter. I guess I'm aberrant enough to live through it." John
said. His hair was glowing with a pale white light, she it was night now. "Take
me on deck." He commanded.

Blake put an arm under his shoulders and helped him stumble down the hall and
to the ladder that lead up on deck. John climbed slowly up and looked astern.
The Widowmaker was close enough that John could make it out even in the Moon's
thin light. "Fuck." He breathed. It was close, far closer than he ever wanted
to let it get.

He reached out to the elements, but before they responded an searing pain
flared in his skull. He collapsed to the deck, groaning an agony. "Captain!
Are you alright!"

"No." John snarled, "that bastard must have dosed me with witches bane or
something!"

"Does that work on you?" Blake asked.

"Apparently it does. Every aberrant is different." John said. "Let's hope
it wears off in time."


As dawn approached, The Widowmaker drew ever nearer, but John's aberrant
biology also flushed more and more of the drug from his system. He was
feeling almost back to his old self as the first rays of dawn touched the
waves, but whenever he tried to talk to the elements his headache flared
and left him in a heap.

His crew was arrayed at the gunnels fingering weapons nervously. In a
few minutes they would be in cannon range. The first shot, when it came,
was from one of the four huge guns that projected from the prow of The
Widowmaker. Chain shot scythed through the air 20 feet above the waves,
trying to find their masts. It went wide, but John knew it was only the
beginning. His own gunners replied with one of their two stern guns,
aiming for the black hull, but also missing.

They continued lobbing potshots at one another for half an hour without
The Widowmaker scoring a single hit. It was an incredible run of luck,
though it was somewhat marred by the fact that the Gull's smaller balls
seemed to just bounce off of the living ship's hull. When their luck ran
out, it ran out in a big way. A set of chain shot slammed into the Gull's
main mast halfway up, sending splinters scything through the air and
causing the top of the mast to drop to the deck amid a tangle of rigging
and sail.

John grabbed an ax and set about cutting loose the wreckage with the
rest of the men as he screamed hurried orders to let out more sail on
the other masts despite the strain it would put on The Lonely Gull's
frame.

Once the mast was free, he allowed himself to take stock of things.
Two of his sailors had been impaled in the initial cloud of splinters,
and the four pirates who had been stationed in the crow's nest with
rifles to rake the enemy decks had been pitched into the waves.
Only two of them had been spotted since and there was no way they
could go back for them.

Their speed had dropped precariously, and there was now no hope at
all that they could get away unless they managed to severely damage
their pursuer. "Bring her about to port!" John yelled. If they were
going to go down, John didn't have to make it easy. "Port gunners make
ready!"

They cut a swooping turn that the oncoming ship tracked with ease,
but their desperate maneuver had given them time to get off a single
broadside. "Blake, call it." John said. Blake was a better gunner than
he was, and they needed a miracle now.

When the first mate judged that they were lined up properly he screamed,
"Fire!" and The Lonely Gull's guns spoke with conviction. Most of the balls
went wide or bounced off the Widowmaker's hull, but when the smoke cleared,
there were three new holes in its hull, one even at the waterline. Before he
could celebrate, John saw with rising dread that the black boards were slowly
knitting themselves back together. A crackle of rifle fire broke out from
the deck of The Widowmaker, and John felt a bullet tear through his shoulder.
His flesh began to knit back together, but his sailors who had also been hit
were not so lucky. "Return fire!" He screamed, and his own riflemen began to
let their bullets fly.

It wasn't long before the grapples began flying over the Gull's railings.
John and his sailors tried to saw and throw them off, but there were so
many that they couldn't keep up. John slammed his ax into the thick rope
of one grapple and briefly looked up to see who was hauling on the other
end of it. Rather than a gang of sailors, there was just one woman on the
other end of the rope, but she looked more than equal to the task of hauling
the two ships together.

John had heard stories about the Pirate Queen of course, so he he thought he
had been prepared, but he wasn't. She didn't just tower over her men, she
dwarfed them. Her legs alone were two feet longer than the tallest of them,
and her massive thighs were each easily thrice as big around as a man's body.
Her hips were nearly as wide as a man is tall, though the waist above them was
shockingly tiny, looking to be three times smaller than her massive hips. John
realized her waist was probably bigger around than his chest, but on her huge
frame it looked tiny. She wore breaches like a man, though hers only reached a
few fingers lengths below her crotch before allowing her gorgeous legs to be
scandalously bare. In fact they were so short that they were almost swallowed
up by the thick black leather sword belt from which dangled two truly massive
scimitars. Her belly was equally bare until her navel, where the bottom of her
black corset began to cover her skin. The garment must have been reinforced with
iron in order to push her huge breasts up the way it did. Her bust was every
bit as massive as her hips, and her corset stopped just a few inches above her
nipples, so that two great pale domes of flesh, each bigger than John's torso
were bared to the world. Her dark purple hair was pulled back into a braid as
thicker around than John's chest that curled around her like a snake. A
wicked blade was woven into the tip of her braid. Her violet eyes glowed with
an intense inner light, and when she made eye contact with John she gave
him a heartstoppingly beautiful grin. He gulped. She pulled on the rope,
and John could feel a shudder go through his ship. He hurriedly went back to
hacking away at the rope.

When the ships drew thirty feet apart, the Pirate Queen's hair uncurled from
around her and struck the deck of the Gull like a snake, sinking the heavy
blade at the tip deep into the wood. John raced over to help his sailors hack
at the hair where it was woven into the braid, but the blows of his ax seemed
to do nothing against the silky vibrant purple braid. The Pirate Queen hauled
them closer without moving her hands from where they lay on the hilts of her
twin swords. John realized that it was her hair alone providing the tremendous
force drawing the two ships together.

When the ships were 20 feet apart, she lept across the gap to come slamming down
behind John. His sailors roared and charged her en-mass, but her huge swords
where out of their sheaths quicker than quick and each man who approached was
clobbered backwards with overwhelming force. "My fellow pirates! I do not wish
to take your lives! Surrender now and join my fleet!" She said in a commanding
Alto as she knocked John into the stump of the main mast with the flat of her
blade.

"I will not live a slave!" John shouted, drawing a pistol from his belt and
firing it at the Pirate Queen. The only perceptible impact of his action was a
cloud of acrid smoke blowing back into his face and the Queen's huge left
breast jiggling a little in her corset. John blinked. Aberrants were all
harder to hurt than ordinary humans, but he had never heard of one who was
bullet proof.

"I like your spirit, but this is over." She stated. Her hair let go of its grip
on the blade that was still sunk into the deck and split into several different
strands. Moving like lightning, the 35 foot long strands of hair grabbed half
a dozen of the pirates who were uneasily circling her and lifted them bodily
into the air. Before any of them could react, her hair stuffed them head
first into her cleavage. One of them tried to stab her on the way in, but
the tip of his blade just slid off of her flawless bosom.

Swords began clattering to the deck, and pretty soon John was the only one
left with a weapon in his hand. He let out a wordless yell and charged at
Queen Drake. To his surprise, she made no move to stop him and he was easily
able to drive his short sword into the soft flesh of her huge thigh. Though
he could see the shape of huge muscles deep under the surface, her thigh was
covered in a smooth layer of fat that swallowed the first few inches of his
blade. At first he thought he had actually hurt her, but her flesh sprang back
instantly, unmarred. Before he knew what had happened, his hands and body
were cocooned in the softest and most luxurious thing he had ever felt.
Despite its softness, the Pirate Queen's hair was stronger than iron, and
John couldn't move an inch. "I had hoped you would be able to harm me, at
least a little bit, seeing as you are aberrant and all." She said with a
pout.

*My god, she's beautiful.* John thought as he got his best look at her face yet.
He was the most struck by her glowing violet eyes, but the rest of her face was
also achingly beautiful.

"Got nothing to say for your self?" She asked with a giggle. "Oh, well. We can
go over this later. I have a prize to claim though." She said, and with that
he was plunged in between her huge breasts. As large as they were, John realized
they would not have been able to completely envelop him much less the other
sailors she had already swallowed up with her cleavage without some sort of
aberrant power.  He tried to squirm back out, but it was no use. He felt as if
her skin had adhered to him, though for some reason it had left his mouth and
nose free and he was able to breath surprisingly fresh air that smelled
strongly of vanilla.

Despite himself, being encased by that much titflesh was rapidly making him
hard. His own aberrant anatomy burst out of the waistband of his pants and
pressed into his belly. When fully erect, his cock was three feet long and
over half a foot wide and he could feel his balls, normally the size of his
fists, begin to swell to the size of small melons as they filled with his
spunk. The Pirate Queen's silkily smooth breasts felt incredible against
his turgid wang, and his hips began to buck involuntarily against her.
He wondered if she could feel it, but didn't care enough to stop. Her
flesh folded around his cock, caressing and enveloping it, and in just a
few moments John's swollen balls were emptying themselves in a series of
contractions. At first he panicked, knowing from experience the volume of cum
he could produce and worrying that he could drown. Fortunately, the Pirate
Queen's boobs seemed to absorb his cum nearly as fast as he could produce it
His dick continued to spasm for minutes after his balls were empty, and he felt
a wave of intense tiredness wash over him. He tried to fight it, but within
moments he had fallen into a slumber.


Selena grinned as she looked down at her new subjects. Even before she started
going aberrant, she had found it easy to user her body to dominate the hard men
of the high seas, but now she didn't even need her crew to cow a ship full of
pirates. She sheathed her two huge swords and slipped her hands between her
breasts and the hundred pound iron corset which supported them. With a
contented sigh, she heaved her boobs out of their confinement, letting them
spring forward so that they rested on top of the cups of the corset. The
pirates assembled before her stared in awe at the glory of her naked bust.
They were so enraptured that they hardly reacted when she reached out with
two pleats of her hair and grabbed two of them.

The two pirate struggled, but they were powerless against the iron grip of her
hair. Selena smirked. Her hair was actually weaker than any muscle in her body.
If she had been as strong as an ordinary woman, it would have been unable to
lift itself, but her aberrant strength was so great that no man she had met
for the last nine months could overpower her hair. She had been aberrant for
a year now, and every day she grew stronger, more beautiful and larger. She
pulled the two men closer and pressed their faces roughly into her huge
nipples, enjoying the way their jaws were forced open. Her nipples swelled,
filling their mouths completely to the point that their jaws began to ache.
Selena made sure to supply them air with her powers so that they would not
suffocate, and then she let down her milk. It was thick and dense like
cream rather than ordinary milk, and it came in such quantities that the
two men would never have been able to keep up if it were not for the perfect
seal her expanding nipples had created. The milk forced its way into their
stomachs with such speed and pressure that they were full in less than
thirty seconds.

Selena didn't need to fill up their bellies to enslave them. Her milk was now
so potent that a few drops was all it took to make a man or woman hers for life,
but old habits died hard. Even before her aberrance, Selena had used her huge
milky breasts to dominate men. When other girls had started to flower into
womanhood, Selena had exploded into it, her hips, ass and breasts growing at
such a pace that she seemed to need new clothes every month during her fifteenth
year. As her body grew so did her sexual appetites, and the handsome stable boy
who looked after her father's horses seemed helpless to resist the young noble
woman's advances despite the risk to his job they represented. She had been
somewhat surprised when her nipples began to leak, but she soon learned to
control it, and it wasn't long before she learned that her favorite stable
boy became even more docile and vulnerable to her charms with a belly
bloated by her milk.

Selena smiled at the memory and switched the pirates at her nipples with
another pair. She didn't have to worry about running out of milk. Her breasts
refilled themselves fast enough that she could easily feed her entire fleet,
something that she sometimes did. She went through the pirates who had
surrendered to her rapidly. When she was halfway through the crowd she began
to notice several of the pirates she had stuffed down her infinite cleavage
began to thrust against her boobs. Without fail, being surrounded by her
massive tits caused men to be so consumed by lust that they came against her.
She didn't mind. In fact, she loved the way her aberrant body gobbled up the
seamen and converted it to strength. Selena knew she was such a powerful
aberrant thanks mostly to the way cum seemed to make her even more powerful.

As she finished enslaving the last of the pirates in front of her with her milk,
she felt the first of the ones between her breasts spurt against her perfect
pale flesh. She felt a wave of strength surge through her and few moments later
he had fallen still. When her body consumed the cum of a man, it seemed to suck
the essence out of him leaving him weak for several days. If she kept a man in
her cleavage for too long he could die, as too much of his energy was sucked
away. Fortunately, they would sleep for a while, so she had plenty of time.

No longer pre-occupied by forcing gallons of milk down the throats of a ship
full of pirates, Selena noticed that one of the men in her cleavage had a truly
enormous dick, which he was thrusting against her with unusual vigor. She bit
her lip as the sensation sent pleasure tingling along her nerves. She could tell
he was close. Just a few moments later, she felt him explode, and her whole body
lit up with pleasure as she gobbled up the gallons of spunk which jetted out of
his balls. She could feel her aberrance growing stronger and stronger, far
faster than it ever had before. She moaned softly and clutched her breasts,
pressing them together. The boost in power was enough that she shot four inches
taller and her breasts and ass swelled even larger. Her eyes flashed brighter
and she could feel a tingle in her milk glands that she knew meant it was
growing even more potent. She had been determined to capture Captain John
Marr for his control of the elements, but she now realized that he had so much
more to offer.

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When John came to, he was alone in a truly massive bed. Everything about the
room was huge. If this was on The Widowmaker, the Pirate Queen must have had
her cabin expanded, because even the state rooms on such a large ship must
not have been this large. The pillow his head rested on was almost as long as
he was tall, though it looked perfectly in proportion with the rest of the
bed. He raised the blankets and saw that he was naked.

Just as he started to get up to look for some clothes, the deck creaked and the
Pirate Queen walked into the room. Her purple hair was pulled up in conical
updo, though enough of it to hang midway down her back was left out of the
bulky arrangement. She wore the same corset she had worn into battle,
though she had swapped her shorts for a pleated skirt that was only a
little longer and her sword belt was nowhere to be seen. Despite himself,
John felt himself growing hard at the sight of her huge breasts jiggling with
her every step.

"Glad to see you're awake!" She said with a smile. "It's time you properly join
the crew."

"Wait," John started to push himself away, but she grabbed him by the leg and
kicking at her hand to free himself felt like kicking an iron bar.

"None of that now," She admonished, reaching up to free one of her breasts from
the confines of her corset. John's struggles died off as her nude breast came
fully into view. There was something hypnotic about a breast as big as his
torso, though he wasn't sure if he was entranced by some aberrant power of
his captor or if this was just his reaction to such a massive and perfectly
formed breast. She yanked him towards her and grabbed him by the back of his
head so that she could thrust his face against her chest.  John hardly
resisted as her nipple thrust into his mouth.

Selena smiled down at the pirate captain latched onto her tit. Her nipple
expanded, filling his mouth and forming a perfect seal as his jaw was
stretched to its limit.  She could easily pump his stomach full in 30
seconds, but this was the first aberrant she had captured and she wanted to
savor it. She let lose a trickle of milk, using only a fraction of the power
of her huge bosom, but John's mouth was immediately filled with her thick
cream all the same.

The milk was better than anything John had ever tasted. With his eyes closed,
it was as if the whole world had disappeared except for the warm silkiness of
her vanilla scented skin against his face and body. She shifted him so that she
could cradle him against herself, a pose which fit his throbbing erection
right into her cleavage. As long as his dick was, it didn't bottom out
between her breasts and John began to thrust as he drank.

Selena smirked as he began to fuck her tits. She was so sexy that he just
couldn't help himself. She hadn't even taken control of him through the bond
the milk created yet, but he couldn't help but rut against the woman who had
hunted down his ship and taken everything from him. She couldn't wait for
him to cum all over her. His last orgasm had made her grow four inches and
gain even more aberrant power. To speed him along, she pressed her breasts
together with her elbows, increasing and decreasing the soft pressure
around his dick rhythmically. It wasn't long before he came, jetting
gob after gob of hot seed into her space warping cleavage. Her body
lit up with pleasure and she could feel herself growing as her greedy
body gobbled up his spunk. When his orgasm finally stopped, she held
him for a little while longer, releasing her milk faster to fill him up.
The whole time she could feel herself continuing to grow larger and
more powerful. Selena was used to deriving power from the sexual release
of the men she enslaved, but she had never felt such a boost as the one
she got from John.

When she put him down, he was exhausted, drained by the purple haired
pirate queen. He was hardly able to move as she walked away.

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// TODO: flashback scene where a younger Selena is captured by pirates and utterly
//       dominates the captain.

When the ship she was traveling on was traveling on was taken by Pirates, the gorgeous
young noble woman had been dragged to the captain's cabin. He had soon found out that
he had bitten off more than he could chew when the girl, who stood half a head taller
than him and out weighed him significantly, made him eat her out.
