Malcolm was a wisp. He had feeling like his human body, but he traveled without legs. The Enterprise had encountered aliens like they had never imagined, energy beings that floated in the air of their ship. One had taken over his body and left him to float around the enterprise. His goal was simple: access a computer database and leave a message.
He found himself at subcommander T'pol's quarters. He paused for a moment in reflection. He had found the resident Vulcan attractive, often taking time to appreciate her really nice bum. He wished he could touch it, feel the heat from it. But it was not to be, she was his superior and it would not be appropriate. Still, it would be nice.
He floated to the computer terminal. It was there his plan went awry. He had no fingers to push the buttons! Frustrated, he sped around the room. He slowed after a few minutes. He was getting dizzy and wasting a lot of energy. He needed to think
Suddenly, he was exhausted. He could no longer remain in the air. He decided to rest for a minute. T'pol's meditation pillow was nearby and he rested himself on it. That was better.
He was no longer alone. T'pol was with him. Yes, yes. She would see him. She would discover a way to change him back. Things would be better. She bent to light her candle. Yes, yes when she turned she would notice. All would be well…
T'pol meditated.
for the past year she had noticed Lieutenant Reed staring at her rear constantly. When she saw the face on her meditation cushion. She made the most logical decision to make him grow weary of her bottom. He would never stare at it again. She gracefully placed her elegant hindquarters on his countenance and crossed her legs.
She raised an eyebrow, To her surprise lieutenant reed as a floating face made an adequate seat. Most satistfactory compared to the hard painful seats on the human ship. The features of his face fit into her butt most excellently. Clearly a change in seating was required. Perhaps a vulcan seat cushion was in order. Vulcan cushions massaged the buttocks. She never needed one, she had long since found a logical purpose for the long intimate kisses humans were so fond of,they were excellent on her sensitive backsides,quite a few had graced the curvature of her bare ass with their lips and flicked reluctant tounges inside her anus. All in the name of research. Gullible fools.
After an hour, her huge behind crushing him in agony, Malcolm reconsidered his wish. T'pol abandoned research into tranforming him back and scheduled a workout on the excercise bike. She had recently acquired a most excellent human seat cushion,it was one face her ass would never part from.
