Chapter 2: Building Tension
Suddenly, the console beeped again, interrupting her rant. Chris looked up, his gaze drifting over the blinking screens. "Shit," he muttered, his voice tense.
"What is it?" Jenny asked, her hand still protectively covering her crotch.
"It's another warning," Chris replied, his eyes scanning the console.
"What now?" Jenny asked, her voice tight.
Chris's eyes widened as he read the new alert. "Everything off, Jenny. No exceptions." He unbuckled his seat belt, standing up and tugging off his undershirt, leaving him in just his boxer briefs. Jenny hesitated, her gaze darting between Chris and the console.
"Jenny," Chris urged, his voice firm. "We don't have a choice."
She nodded, grasping the hem of her undershirt. "Fine. But when this is over, you owe me an explanation. A full one."
She pulled her shirt off, revealing her breasts. They were full, with light pink nipples that were already hardening in the cool air. Chris felt his cock stiffen further against his boxers.
He was used to seeing Jenny in her form-fitting jumpsuit, her curves hinted at but never fully revealed. Now, standing before him, her tits bare, her nipples hardening in the cool air, he felt his control slipping.
"Chris," Jenny said, her voice barely a whisper. "What's happening to us?"
Chris tore his gaze away from her tits, his eyes meeting hers. But we have to stay calm. We have to stay focused."
Jenny nodded, but her hands were trembling as she reached for her cotton panties.
Chris watched her, his throat suddenly dry as she slowly peeled them down her thighs, revealing the neatly trimmed blonde hair between her legs. His cock was aching now, straining against the confines of his boxer briefs. He shifted slightly, trying to get some relief, but it was no use.
"Chris, look at me," Jenny said, her voice firm. He tore his gaze away from her crotch, meeting her eyes. "What's going on? Why are they doing this to us?"
Chris slides his boxer briefs down, his cock springing free, hard and ready. He can see Jenny's eyes flick down, her gaze lingering on his length before she snaps her attention back to his face.
"Chris, what's happening? We need to talk about this."
But before Chris can respond, the ship lurches violently, throwing them both off balance. Jenny stumbles, catching herself on the console, her tits bouncing with the sudden movement. Chris grabs onto the seat, his eyes widening as he sees the readout on the screen.
"Chris, what's going on?" Jenny cries out, her voice laced with fear.
"The planet... it's pulling us in," Chris says, his voice tense as he scans the blinking consoles. "We need to comply, Jenny. We need to get rid of the rest of our clothes."
Jenny looks at him, her eyes wide with panic.
Chris doesn't have time to explain.