Psi took a sweeping scan over the ship in disgust. The sensors instantly registered where everyone was and their physical status. To him, they were filthy and unworthy of their stations; none of them had the discipline or honor befitting their status and he was going to make sure they were removed. The Necronomicon deserved more; it deserved a crew that would do it justice.

  And he was the one to make that happen.

  Psi switched the sensors off and began writing authorization programs and security lockouts to be initiated at his command.

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  Vanessa almost tripped over her nightgown as she stepped out of the lift. She stood before the doors to the Medical Bay and pinched her arm to help her wake up. She heard them swoosh open and looked up to the bright lights that were inside and the patient that waited nervously on one of the examination tables.

  "Que bella!," she breathed with eyes wide.

  Heather was there, staring down as she sat. She wore a silken nightgown that accentuated the curves of her figure and overflowed with the swelling mounds of her firm breasts. One of the thin shoulder straps had broken and a good portion of the fabric was hanging limply over the bulging flesh; exposing half of an enlarged nipple that stood proudly erect, the rough aureole surrounding the large tip clearly visible. They took up so much room of her negligee that it pulled the hem up her thighs, the pale skin was so smooth that Vanessa found herself wondering if it continued farther where she could not see.

  Heather looked up.

  "What did you say?" She was breathing heavily, her enlarged breasts heaving up and down with each heavenly inhalation.

  Vanessa could hear the other shoulder strap straining as it labored under the increased weight. She shook her head.

  "Nothing ... Heather, uh ... you've ... ripened."

  "You noticed, huh?" Heather squeezed her arms forward and looked down her decolletage as it surged upward.

  Vanessa quickly looked away as she felt herself becoming aroused, embarrassed by her condition.

  Heather, who didn't notice, continued.

  "I noticed a small change this morning but I didn't think much of it. When I went to sleep tonight," she lifted the end of the broken strap and flipped it back and forth between her fingers, "I started busting out all over." She looked back up and Vanessa saw the apprehension in her pale, blue eyes. "What's happening to me?"

  "I ... guess I should, uh ... examine you." Vanessa walked over to her work bench and took a deep breath as she closed her eyes. She picked up her clipboard and a few instruments before turning back around. "Has this been happening to you all day or has it been just in the past few hours?"

  Heather repositioned herself on the table as she thought; her slip slid another noticeable inch up her legs.

  "Well, I guess I've been having problems with my clothes all day. You know, they've been tight since this morning; I couldn't button all of the buttons on my shorts, shirts wouldn't fit just right, that sort of thing." Vanessa pressed the cold metal of a stethoscope against her patient's chest. She did her best not to stare in the deep valley of cleavage that puckered before her.

  "Uh-huh."

  "None of my bras fit either," Heather laughed as she remembered her predicaments, "I kept spilling out of the cups and stuff. I thought it was just because I had eaten so much lately and I didn't really want to call attention to it." She flailed her hands about and looked back down to emphasize her words, "and now this has happened! It just doesn't stop, they've been growing larger all day and finally they broke through my nightgown while I was in bed; that's when I called you."

  Vanessa wrote down a blood pressure reading on her pad beside a few notes.

  "I'm not sure if you'll be comfortable with this, but I'd like to take a few measurements of your, well ... chest."

  "That's okay, I want to know what's going on. I'm kinda scared."

  Her doctor smiled at her warmly and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

  "Don't worry babe. Whatever it is, I'll find it."

  Heather smiled and sighed a deep sigh.

  "Come on and step down. The stuff I want is over here." Vanessa beckoned her to the other side of the Medical Bay. She heard and felt Heather jump off of the table and start to follow her. She picked up a length of measuring tape from a drawer set in her desk and turned back around. Her gasp echoed through the room as audibly as the crack of the measuring tape as it struck the ground. Vanessa looked from the shocked eyes of Heather down to her cute ankles. She slowly drew her gaze back up the length of her patient's body.

  Heather, who was normally about two inches shorter than Vanessa, was now looking down on her from about the same distance while in her bare feet. Vanessa knew that if she took off her thick boots, she would loom even higher above her; she fell back against her desk as Heather brought up her hands and stared at them.

  "Oh my god Vanessa! What's happening to me? Oh my god! I've grown taller!"

  "You certainly have. Heather, this is incredible!"

  "No it's not! It's horrible! How did this happen? How do I stop it!?!" Heather balled up her fists and shook them violently; the muscles in her arms tensed as well as her legs as she stamped a cute foot on the ground in fear. The impact sent a ripple through her body and her covered breast burst through the flimsy strap that bound it. Her nightgown quickly fell to the floor leaving her naked.

  Vanessa swallowed as she scanned Heather's enlarged body.

  Her torso had grown longer, with a tighter waist and leaner stomach that supported her expanded chest that hung proud and firm. Her legs were also longer and visibly stronger. She turned and tried covering herself with her arms in embarrassment; Vanessa found herself agreeing with the male crewmembers in their belief that Heather possessed 'one hell of an ass.'

  Heather began to cry.

  "What's happening to me? What am I gonna do?"

  Vanessa tried to step forward and soothe her friend, but she stopped short out of her own discomfort.

  "I'm sorry Heather; let me try and help you."

  She sobbed and looked up through teary eyes.

  "How did this happen?"

  "The only thing I can think of is that pulse you experienced on the alien ship." Vanessa caught herself as the startling notion hit her, "if this is happening to you, it could be happening to the other members of the away team." She turned away and ran to the communications terminal on her desk. It illuminated her tan face as it brightened. "Alyssa."

  "Yes sir?"

  "Wake up Ramirez and Gryphon and have them report to Medical immediately. You better wake up Krista and the Captain as well."

  "The Captain is indisposed sir, but I will notify the other crew members as requested."

  "Thank you Alyssa," Vanessa took another look at Heather who was trying to cover herself with her broken negligee, "and hurry."

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  Robert arched his back with a smile before folding his arms behind his head. Ramirez hovered over him as she slowly squeezed his lower body with her thighs. Her body was phenomenal; the legs she used to embrace him were lean and hard. He ran his finger along the lines of definition as they tensed with each fierce gyration. She leaned forward, staring at him through fiery eyes, keeping her fingers clenched in powerful fists and held out slightly to her sides; her stomach and lower back tightened as they endeavored to keep her rapturous face and firm chest floating over her lover.

  Robert cupped her swollen breasts in his warm hands and caressed them with forceful strokes. The thin layer of muscle beneath them was toned and as strong as the rest of her incredible form; he was entranced at how imposing she appeared. Ramirez had been very sexually aggressive since last evening. At first, he was a little resistant; but she broke down his will rather quickly. Her whole demeanor made her seem even stronger and bigger than she really was; a thought that permeated his thinking as he continued to knead her extraordinary breasts.

  A deep sweat had broken out over their bodies and Robert breathed in her scent as her moist and tanned skin labored to build up to it's sexual climax. Ramirez slowly lowered herself down further and ran her tongue over his open lips. He took hold of her broad shoulders and...

  A loud buzzer rang out through the bedroom. Startled, Robert almost tossed Ramirez off of him.

  "Go away."

  "I'm sorry to disturb you sir," the AI plaque set in the wall near Robert's computer began to brighten; Alyssa's face appeared, her eyes closed, "but Ramirez is required to report to the Medical Bay immediately."

  "Can't it wait?"

  "I'm afraid not sir, Doctor's orders."

  "Damn it." Ramirez jumped off the bed in a huff; her nude body a work of sculptured art. Robert just sat up and admired her as she began sifting through clothes that were strewn about the room. "I hope you don't mind but I'm stealing one of your shirts. It was tough enough slipping into that outfit I was wearing earlier."

  "I understand, I think you look sexy in anything you wear anyway." She drew a pair of his sweats quickly up her legs. As she straightened up, Robert's squinted at her.

  "What?"

  "Your tattoo," he got out of his bed and moved to get a closer look at her arm. The dark ink of her 'SLIPPERY WHEN WET' tattoo was slightly broken up; streaks of her tan skin had appeared throughout the whole of it. Robert scratched at it for moment and looked up. "I think you got ripped off.

  Ramirez was staring at him with an expression of bewilderment. He quickly adopted one of his own when he realized that his girlfriend, who was supposed to be about half of a foot shorter than he was, was looking at him straight in the eye.

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