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The smoke had finally cleared from the skyline of Brinnsmore. Over a hundred of her citizens were dead from the bombings and subsequent air battle. Scores of wounded, too. The crew of The Eridanus had a quiet square meal while the men in the mess hall cheered and sang. A ration of whisky was passed around and the crew burst into "My Grande Lady."

The girls were handed a tin as well, and those with arms raised their cups silently to each other. The Riggers took a sip and winced at the powerful taste.

"Come on then," asked Holly. "How was it?"

Melody sputtered and said, "Fuckin' hell!"

"Give us a try!" Holly bumped her Rigger with her shoulder. The three Riggers raised the other cups in salute and carefully let the limbless women have a sip.

"Oh GODS," said Clara with a squished face. "Why do people like this so much?"

Holly nodded, "Disgusting!"

"I don't know," said Sammy. "S'not bad. The crew seem to like it! I'm gonna finish mine!"

"Me too!" Clara laughed. "Let's take turns." Sammy obliged and let Clara have a sip after her. "Gah! That's awful!" The other girls partook except for Winni.

"That swill rots your mind, you know." Winni looked at them judgementally.

"Oh come now!" Julie shook the tin cup infront of her partner. "Just a wee sip won't hurt anyone!"

"Absolutely not!"

"More for me," grinned Julie as she slid the tin in front of her.

They took turns sipping the harsh alcohol and serving the limbless girls as the rest of the crew sang and joked over supper. Clara and Sammy were red-faced and giggling over everything.

"We should be in bed soon, Sammy."

"Yeah... I'll carry ya." Sammy lifted Clara, stumbled from the mess room and down to their quarters. They were still laughing as Sammy plopped Clara clumsily into the bottom hammock.

"Sammy? Sorry... could you take my uniform off?"

"Sure." She unbuttoned the collar at Clara's neck and pulled the uniform off from her hips until the limbless woman was nude. "You know, your body is really something else. I'm glad your tits don't weigh nothing."

"Haha... I guess I am too. That would make things so much harder."

Sammy covered her friend with a sheet and attempted to climb into her bunk. She stumbled a couple of times and almost fell. Clara watched as her partner flopped into it, hung her arms over the side and promptly started snoring. She stared at the hands, wondering what it would be like to have her own pair again.

It was difficult to imagine the rest of her life in this form. Being selected to join the Air Ministry opened her life up to so many new opportunities and experiences, and yet there she lay, completely dependent on others for even the simplest task.

One of Sammy's arms began to stretch, probably due to the intoxication; it gently swang in time with the ship's rocking. It continued to descend until her hand rested on Clara's right breast. Her arm slowly spooled around it, as if it were a coil of rope on deck.

The weight felt comforting, so Clara said nothing and closed her eyes.

---

The captain and crew were assembled as dawn crept over the deck. Preparations were being made for the voyage, and the Lift Crew looked to each other nervously.

"I've never even been outside Brinnsmore," said Julie anxiously.

"Nor me," replied Clara. "But, in the past few days we've been through loads of things we'd have never imagined. Anyway, we got each other."

It had been decided to have two girls on, and one in reserve. The journey to Jevannus was two day's travel, this would give each of them time to rest. Holly would be the reserve today, so Clara and Winni were strapped in and their Riggers, Julie and Sammy got their arms in place.

Clara was still amazed to see her partner's arms stretch all the way to the top of the masts, and then all the way back down. She twisted her head around on her flexible neck to watch as Sammy's fingers coiled around the iron hoop.

"Riggers ready!" shouted their First Mate, Ellis. "Rods!"

Agent 23 rushed up and smiled at Clara. "Cadet, good show yesterday. Now we really give it to 'em."

Clara nodded. "Ready." She held her breath as the flap was once more undone and the rod was inserted. It was still felt jarring, but certainly not as bad as the first time. The gyroscope was activated and her uniform was closed back up. Clara closed her eyes as the sensations inside her warmed her body, and once again came to turms that she was being forced into an orgasm in front of all these men.

Agent 23 watched as the same was done to Winni, who cried out a little. Her agent nodded and Agent 23 yelled, "Ballooners ready!"

"Stations!" Ellis paced the deck, barking out more orders.

Clara's breasts slowly inflated as she moaned. It was beginning to feel good, watching her breasts grow larger and larger, powered by her sexual energy and exposed for the world to see. She wondered how many people were afforded that sort of concession?

Winni was matching her pace and poker oyna soon the Riggers' arms were released and Clara felt the familiar SLAP of Sammy's arms. The contact created huge, undulating waves in her breasts as they continued to grow.

The Eridanus lifted from the water and their rudder sail was lowered, as were the studding sails to each side. The sight of them filling with wind was dramatic.

Between gasps, Clara asked, "All right... Sammy?"

"Aye! I'm on tight!"

She felt her body twisting and grinding uncontrollably as an orgasm, the first of many, hit her. She out a long, hoarse moan as it washed along her limbless body. Had she arms, she would have removed the device. Having no ability to do so, it continued to wobble inside her, prolonging the crest of the wave. She cried out as another one struck her, then a third. He screams got louder and louder, then devolved into a faltering wail.

The eventually reached an altitude that pleased Captain Severe and the gyroscopes were turned off. The rods remained inside them. Agent 23 casually chatted with Clara, who was a sweaty mess and still coming down from a sexual peak. "Good weather for sailing, eh?"

"Hahhh, y-yes...Ma'am. Goo--Good weather..." Clara shuddered. Agent 23 held a water skin to her mouth and she gulped it down as quickly as possible. For the first time, all she could see were clouds.

Agent 23 could tell she was trying to catch a look. "When it's your rest we'll take you round the deck to you can get a good view."

Clara smiled. "That would be nice. Ma'am, I wanted to ask... Just how rubbery am I meant to be? Like, is this normal?" She turned her head to the left, far enough that she was now facing backwards.

"Keep trying."

Clara gritted her teeth and slowly continued the contortion until she was now looking at the agent. "That's... 'bout... it."

"That's pretty typical. Nothing to fear, Cadet." Agent 23 laughed, "You can let go now, I'm impressed, alright?"

Her head spun around as her ponytail whipped around behind it. Clara leaned her forehead against the wall of her inflated breasts and gasped for air.

"Watch out, do that enough and you'll pass out. Apple?" Agent 23 fed her some peices as she cut them off. "Winni will have first rest. It'll be 10 more hours till yours. Think you can hold up?" She winked.

Clara wrinkled her nose at the poor joke. "I can last as long as Sammy can, Ma'am."

---

Sammy was getting tired. She looked up at her arms, still a little surprised at their ability to reach to the height they were at. Clara's tiny limbless body was directly in front of her. The bulge of the gyroscopic device under the crotch of her uniform was pretty obvious. She was thankful that she wasn't in that position.

That's what made her like Clara from day one. In spite of everything the Air Ministry had done to her, the young ballooner was kind, and brave in her own way. Sammy tried to match that attitude, but for her it was a push.

That first morning when she had woken up she was beside herself in panic. The ether had worn off and all she could see was a tangle of flesh covering her. In disgust she'd tried to shove it off of her, and it only got worse, as she couldn't really move her arms. She finally mustered the energy to raise her hand and was horrified to feel it brush against her foot.

All of it was her. The day before flooded back to her mind. The injections, the rack, all of it. She screamed. Agent 15, the kindly older gentlman rushed into her cell and held her face, whispering calming words. "Dear me, girl. I walk away for two minutes and you have a fit. Sammy cried in his arms for a while.

The arm braces were humiliating. Agent 15 carefully rolled her floppy arms into a tight coil and stuff one into each brace. "We'll work on getting you retracted later. This will have to do for now, eh?"

Sammy nodded, dejectedly. It wasn't until they headed to the mess hall and saw what Clara had been through, that she had counted herself lucky. The young woman was freakish looking, with those enormous tits hanging out. They were almost the same size as what was left of her body. Yet, she was beautiful in her demure way, and had a friendly smile. Getting partnered gave her a rush of adrenaline, as if... She had a person to protect now.

She smiled at the memory and looked over her shoulder. Her assigned post was next to the banister, which meant a LOT of wind, but also a breathtaking view of the world below them. Having flown out of Brinnsmore, they were now over the sweeping farmlands of Carrow. Dots studded one of the fields, and she could only assume they were cattle.

Agent 15 hailed her and crouched down. "Ten hours, Cadet. How's the old grip, then?"

"Sir! That long?! Gods..." The thought weighed on her.

"There, there. You'll get your rest." He cut up an apple and fed it to her. "Now, this is of utmost import. You get too tired to hold? You call it out. You hear me?"

Sammy nodded as Agent 15 squeezed his water skin into her mouth. canlı poker oyna She smacked her lips. "What happens if I get too tired?"

"Well, two things. Good, you call it out and we bind your fingers up. It's uncomfortable from what I hear, but it reduces the strain. Bad? Your hands snap up and get caught in the cuffs. Your partner's balloons will be at the mercy of the winds and it's a hell of a time getting them under control. You don't want this."

"No Sir, I don't."

Agent 15 smiled warmly. "Cadet, you ought to know something. All this?" He pointed to the three other girls on deck. "Is the work of brave young women who left their lives and were unafraid to go to war. We normally have weeks to train you and acclimate you with drills and physical conditioning. Three days in, and you've already survived a battle," he leaned in, "and WON. There is true strength in you Cadet Church, and it's here." He tapped his finger on her sternum.

Captain Severe called out from the helm. "Let's have a boost, Ellis!"

"Agents! Gyroscopes," yelled Ellis.

Sammy watched as Agent 23 quit chatting with Clara, whose head was completely obscured. She reached down, activated the device and Clara's body immediately began to spasm. She could hear the muffled cries of her friend, and was actually a little jealous. She looked up and watched Clara's ridiculously gargantuan nipples harden into small mountains.

"Still getting used to that, eh?" Agent 15 playfully bumped her with his elbow.

"Uh! Y'Yes, it's really... something."

"You're still young! Still a chance to give it a crack, you know."

"What, chop me arms and legs off?!"

Agent 15 nodded casually as Clara wailed in the background. "Not the other way around, I'm afraid."

"I'm fine, Sir, thank you."

---

The rest of their shift was uneventful. The on and off of the gyroscopes had become a routine for Clara now. Sometimes it was deactivated, catching her moments before an orgasm and was disappointed at the inert rod inside her. She found herself trying to grind it against something, but her body was mostly aloft, and merely succeeded at wriggling her flexible hips around ridiculously.

She was fed and watered each time the device was turned off. A few times she tried having a chat with Winni, who was several meters away. It was difficult to manage in the winds, so they simply made quick pleasantries and chatted with their respective agents instead.

At some point, Holly had been brought out and harnessed in. "Alright Clara?"

"It's not been bad, Holly. Just a little tired."

"Six more hours, Cadet," reminded Agent 23.

Clara sighed. "Yes, Ma'am," and rested her head against her breasts.

"We chose you first. Captain felt you'd be the strongest pair for the first run. You're doing well."

"Thank you, Ma'am." Clara wondered how Sammy was doing. It made her kind of sad that she couldn't even look at her partner. "Ma'am, if you don't mind. I had an idea."

"Cadet?"

"What if we ballooners were faced out the other way? If my back was to Sammy, er Cadet Church, I could actually turn my head around and face her. For encouragement and such!"

Agent 23 looked thoughtful for a moment. "There's a reason for it. Partners get close. Nature of the job... BUT. Right now, she's a pair of ropes, lashing you down. For her, you are a pair of balloons to hold in place. The both of you have equal, but separate jobs and you must stay professional."

"Pardon me Ma'am, but professional? With this thing stuck up in me?"

The slap across her face was sudden and frightening, but not as painful as she had expected. Her head slammed into her back and then sprang in place again. "The other reason, Cadet. Is so she doesn't need to see her partner's face as she gets a dressing down. You were warned."

"Clara," came Sammy's distant voice. "You all right?" Agent 15's voice could be heard and the last thing Sammy said for a while was, "No Sir!"

Clara looked away as her eyes watered, and made eye contact with a wide-eyed Winni, who was waiting to deflate. She turned back to Agent 23 with wet eyes. "Ma'am, I'm sorry. Won't happen again."

"Gyroscopes!!" Clara held her breath.

---

Agents 15 and 23 brought Sammy and Clara back to their quarters. They were silent as they were helped into their hammocks. The agents left briefly, and returned with spools of Sammy's poor stretched out arms.

The coils were placed next to her supine body. Agent 15 knelt next to her, held her feeble, elongated fingers and whispered something to her.

Agent 23 came to Clara. "Need help out of the uniform, Cadet?"

"No Ma'am. Thank you, Ma'am."

She crouched by Clara's face. "I know my reprimand today was... unexpected, but I'd rather these lessons come from me, and not someone cruel." The agent sighed and ran her fingers through her short, black hair. "Clara Rowan, we all have a part to play on this vessel. We are the sword, and you are the shield. As strange as your life may internet casino seem to you, it is necessary. Remember the cannonball bouncing right off of you yesterday?"

Clara nodded silently.

"Do you remember what happened when WE hit their balloons? That's the difference. You, a girl from Chimneytops protected a crew of angry, bloodthirsty airmen from certain death."

"I'll remember that, Ma'am." Clara was keeping her responses short as not to break down in tears.

Agent 23 seemed to sense it. "Good. You did well today. Get rest, take a tour, bathe. This is your time until you're due back up."

"Th-Thank you Ma'am." Clara flinched as Agent 23 raised her hand, but it was to merely move a hair from her face and stroke her head.

The agents left and shut the door. Clara curled her pliable body as tightly as she could and wept openly.

A hand rested on her shoulder. Its fingers were slowly retracting. "Sorry," came Sammy's voice from across the room. "Nnnng... tryin'ta make them look normal for you." Once they felt right, Sammy laid her hand on Clara's chest, in a place where there was no boob. it was just for comfort. For sisterhood. "You did a good job today, Clara..."

"I'm sorry, Sammy," she said between sobs. "I just feel so... so HELPLESS!" She wept again. "I'm sorry! I'm... I'm trying to be good, to accept this!

Sammy rolled out of her bed and fell over, still unable to use her arms properly. She struggled her her feet and dragged her loose arms behind her. Seeing her hand on Clara, with her arms trailing the other way was a surreal thing to watch, and yet, this was HER body now.

She leaned over and put her forehead against her friend's. "I... I thought me life was over when I woke up after... You know. Me arms looked just like this. Had to be spoon fed, too. Even on deck today. But... I can't imagine how it feels for you. I'll be your arms Clara. Any time."

Clara started sobbing again.

"Sorry! Did I say somethin' stupid again?"

"No! I'm just so glad you're my friend, Sammy! Thank you..." Clara smiled weakly and sighed. "I'm so tired of this uniform though... Could you help me with it?"

Sammy gritted her teeth and thought about pulling her arms back in. "S-Sure... one... sec..." To her relief, she felt them pull. The amount of textures touching her arms made it hard to concentrate; they were all over the room now. Slowly they retracted, and she was able to bend her elbows properly.

She unlatched the collar and pulled her uniform off. The sweat from the hours on deck made it difficult. Finally it was off and tossed in the corner. Averting her eyes, she asked, "That alright? Need me to cover you up?"

"It's alright, Sammy." Clara waited until Sammy turned back to her. "The entire crew has seen me already... I can't believe I did that the first day." She blushed.

"It helped get us off the ground, I guess." Sammy couldn't help but stare at Clara's strange and tiny figure. Her body was so vulnerable... She shook her head and looked back to her face. There were tears in her eyes. "Oh, dear. Let me help." She wiped them from Clara's cheeks.

They smiled and said nothing for a moment. "What's it like? You know, not having arms or legs. It's got to be frustrating, right?"

"Yeah... It really is sometimes. People have been attentive enough, but to just scratch an itch is impossible now. I can't even give someone a hug." She yawned, which forced Sammy to yawn as well.

"We should rest. You sure you don't need anything?"

"I guess... Would--Would you maybe lie down with me? I've been lonely, Sammy."

"I can do that." Sammy carefully lifted Clara on her side and sidled into the hammock. The beds were strung along four corners instead of two, preventing it from tipping about as she snuggled against Clara. "This good?"

"Yes... Thank you, Sammy." She wiggled her torso until she was comfortable and the two passed out.

---

In what seemed an instant they were awake to the sounds of shouts and iron against the midship decks around them. Sammy rubbed her eyes and slowly pieced her consciousness together.

"Clara! Wake up!" When her friend's eyes finally opened she said, "Something's up. I'm checking it out. Back soon." Sammy rolled out of bed and cursed as she saw one of her arms was dangling to the floor. There was no time, she looped it around the other to hold it up and raced top side.

The entire crew as active. Shouts were coming from all edges of the airship. Sammy spotted Holly's minder, Agent 66 and ran to her. "What's going on?"

Agent 66 merely pointed to the bow. Sammy raced starboard and looked to the front of the ship. It was getting dark, but there were... shapes, barely visible in the dusk light. Three of them. Huge. "Oh no... airhsips." To the right of The Eridanus, she could see the comforting sight of The Duchess' Arms and the Skyhound flying at pace with them.

She wondered if the girls on those ships were doing well. "Three against three. We should be alright..."

First Mate Ellis cried out for a rig change, and Sammy knew their time was come. She ran back to the hatch and was greeted by Agent 15. "Ah jolly good! Ready?" Behind him was Agent 23, who carried Clara with her. She was still nude.