You are a spacer. You fly around the settled systems, doing odd jobs for whomever will pay. Your latest job was smuggling some contraband for a pirate group. As payment they gave you three of their breeding slave girls. You brought them onboard and sat them in the crew lounge, each of them filthy and battered from their time in captivity. You assume they have survived some horrors. Each of them is ready to give birth in about a month. There's Bones, a Martian woman who is busying herself rolling a joint with slender fingers. She is willowy, perhaps seven feet in height, with long, thin arms and legs. The pallor of her skin emphasizes the black of her almond shaped eyes. Her mouth is curled in to a small smile. Her belly looks like a basketball hidden under her loose dress. Malia, a tough as nails mercenary, stands at attention with her hands clasped behind her back. She's has the physique of a body builder. The tattered remnants of her fatigues no longer contain her buldging belly and huge tits. She meets your gaze with a cool confidence. Six, a small, nevous woman, sits fidgiting on the couch as her eyes dart between you and the other two women. The pirates mentioned she'd been some sort of genetic guinea pig for a mad scientist. You feel bad, she's so small but she's all belly. Her pregnant abdomen juts out from beneath her shirt, red and swollen like a ripe fruit. The pregnant sex slaves await your orders, Captain.