It was a change in the background hum that woke Cliff Stone.
He woke with a start, jerked and fell out of bed. As he hit the cold, hard floor, he was momentarily confused. Where was his carpet? Why was his bed so narrow?
It took him a second to remember where he was: the Pisspot, Professor Wot's incredible craft that travelled in time and space. He was in the bare little cell where he slept. After their previous adventure on Starko, the planet of the Purveks, they had all decided to get some much-needed rest while the Pisspot travelled on to their next destination. But something had changed. The happy hum the Pisspot made while in flight had given way to some altogether stranger noises and then an eerie silence.
Cliff sat up and reached for his clothes, but he couldn't find them. Now he remembered that the Professor had taken them away to another room where (apparently) they would be cleaned and dried, leaving them ready to wear the following morning. This was rather necessary, as neither Cliff nor his colleague Lola McGovern had a change of clothes between them, having been dragged into their adventures somewhat unexpectedly. Unfortunately, that now meant he was naked.
Cliff picked up a small towel and wrapped it around his midriff. Then he headed off to find out what was happening.
In the control room was the Professor himself, dressed rather quaintly in a long, white night shirt. He was fussing over his instruments and looking perplexed, but looked up when Cliff entered. "Ah, Mr Rock."
"Stone," said Cliff, automatically. "What's going on?"
"I don't know. We've stopped. We may be stranded." The old man turned on a monitor screen, but it just showed stars. "We appear to be in space."
At that moment, the other two members of the crew entered, Lola McGovern and the Professor's grand-daughter, Suzanne. Cliff gave them both a double-take, as their nightwear was rather striking.
Suzanne was dressed in a tiny, sheer babydoll, which hung from thin, pink straps over her shoulders, and went down to just below her crotch. Underneath it, she had on a pair of frilly white panties, which clung tightly to her midriff, showing obvious camel-toe at the front. But that was it. The rest of her body was displayed rather than hidden by the thin material, showing off her tiny waist, and pert, triangular breasts. She seemed unfazed by the fact that her nipples were completely visible.
Lola was more modestly dressed, but in a way which still fascinated Cliff. She had borrowed one of Suzanne's nightdresses, which meant that she had picked one that showed as little skin as possible, but was still probably more revealing than she would have bought for herself. It was a long, flowing dress in soft cotton which on Suzanne probably draped on the floor, but for Lola hovered somewhere around her ankles. It was sleeveless, but a fairly plain, white design with a relatively small 'V' at the neck.
It was a simple but pretty garment. Lola's problem was that she was a different shape to Suzanne, and so it clung tightly to all her curves. It pressed and bunched at her hips, while the arm holes were stretched to their maximum extent. In particular, Lola's huge breasts seemed totally squeezed, practically begging to burst out of the front. Cliff stared at them, fascinated. Before today, he had only ever seen Lola wearing one of her sturdy bras. Now, where her tits strained at the thin material he could almost make out the edges of her large, dark areolae. Even more exciting were her nipples, which poked through forming obvious lumps. But beyond that, finally unfettered, her breasts were bouncing and jiggling as she moved, shifting back and forth in fascinating circular motions.
Cliff got an immediate boner, which he concealed as best he could behind the control column. Glancing down at his little towel, he noted that it was all too obvious.
"Hello," said Lola, ignoring his stare. "Are we home?"
The professor went over and stroked her arm solicitously. At least, Cliff assumed it was solicitous. The old git was constantly finding excuses to touch her. "I'm afraid not, my dear. I attempted to reprogram the coordinates, but as you know, I am unable to steer the ship."
"What happened?" asked Suzanne, herself examining the instruments. She bent down to look at one of them, and the babydoll's hem rose up to show off her shapely arse. Cliff remembered her adopting a similar position right in front of him when he was her teacher. Aged 18, she had been one of the more striking students at Fail Hill School where he worked. On that occasion, he had admired the little oval shape of her kitty appearing between her legs covered just by some thin, white panties. Well, these ones were even thinner, and he could clearly make out her pussy lips.
Typically, when she stood back up, she turned around, looked straight at him and smirked.
"I think we hit a cosmic string," said Suzanne.
"Aha, interesting." The professor pretended to check some readouts. "And what's that, hm?"
Suzanne frowned prettily. "Honestly Gramps, you need to keep up with science theory. It's a 1-dimensional topological defect in space-time that formed early in the history of the universe."
"Oh, that," he harrumphed. "Covered it in kindergarten."
"Care to explain for the rest of us?" asked Lola, exchanging a glance with Cliff.
The professor nodded. "A simple collision. Unfortunately, it's thrown us out of the higher dimensions we travel through, and may also have done some damage. I need to check the systems."
"Anything we can do?" asked Cliff.
"Yes, actually," said the Professor. "Suzanne and myself will analyse things here, but if you and Miss McGovern can indulge me, I do have a task for you... This way."
He led them back through the ship, down a long corridor and then into another huge room. Inside was a vast piece of machinery, so huge that Cliff could not quite make it out. It was all pipes and columns and vast turbines, all suspended over a large pool of oily water. The Professor pointed to a gantry up the top. "This is the hyperstabiliser," he explained. "It hasn't shut down properly since we dropped out of Voidspace. I need you to get up there and trip the master-switch."
"Great," said Lola, "can we have some clothes?"
"I'm afraid they won't be ready until the morning," said the old man, "but I have a greatest faith in you." He nodded and smiled, and then walked out. Seconds later, he popped his head around the door. "Try not to fall in the water," he said.
Cliff eyed it nervously. "Why?"
"It's quite dirty." The Professor grinned, then waved and left.
Cliff turned to look at Lola, marvelling again at how much of her body was visible in the tight nightdress. "Shall we?"
***
The Professor returned to the control room, to find Suzanne already lying on the floor under and access panel. Her top half disappeared in the hole, as she lay on her back with her bare legs slightly spread. It gave him a very direct view of the thin gusset of her panties. Her pussy mound was highly visible.
He looked away, quickly, and got on with his own work.
They got one with things in silence, until Suzanne said, "so, are we going to talk about it?"
"Talk about what, my dear?"
