Krista was in the middle of her evening exercise routine when Alyssa gave her the call. She quickly toweled the light sweat off of her face and walked out of her quarters without bothering to put on her boots or a body suit. She was wearing a tight sports bra around her large breasts and a pair of spandex shorts that she did most of her workouts in. Her soft feet were cold on the metal deck plates but she had been trained to ignore such trivialities. The Army hadn't given her much, but sometimes she unconsciously thanked it for the little things. But all of her experience and all of her time in combat did not prepare her for what she saw when the doors to Medical opened before her.

  Heather was standing near the wall opposite to Krista. She was naked as Vanessa checked the reading on a length of measuring tape that she had wrapped around Heather's, obviously enlarged, chest. When she realized that the doors to Medical had opened, Vanessa quickly stood up and dropped the tape. She had a shocked look of guilt on her face that Krista overlooked as she became aware of the height discrepancy between the Chief Medical Officer and one of the engineers.

  "Krista! I mean, Commander. I, um ... I'm just examining Heather."

  Krista stepped forward with a critical eye. She didn't hear Vanessa's rantings as she stared at Heather in disbelief. She stood next to her and looked at her from head to toe as Vanessa stepped back and smiled to herself at the beauty she saw before her.

  Both Krista and Heather stood at the same height in their bare feet with not to unsimilar builds. Though Krista was stronger and had a firmer body, they both sported round and firm chests and long legs and torsos. Krista squinted as she moved a strand of black hair behind her ear; Heather looked down in mild shame and her red hair fell around her face.

  "What the hell is going on Vanessa?"

  "I'm not sure Commander. I believe it has something to do with the energy pulse her body absorbed back on the alien ship."

  "Is this happening to the other members of that away mission?"

  "I'm not sure of that either; I've asked them to come down to Medical right away for an exam."

  The doors to Medical opened again and everyone turned to see. Heather gasped and tried to cover herself as all eyes fell upon Gryphon. The t-shirt he had put on was torn over his chest and didn't go down to his waist. The smooth skin of his stomach peeked out from under the tight hem and the snug material of his Levi shorts outlined his thick member as it ran over halfway along his left thigh. The top button on the shorts was unfastened and all of the others were visible as the flaps that would normally shroud them were pulled away by his widened hips. He shifted his weight from one foot to the other while staring at the three women sheepishly.

  "Hi everyone. I seem to have a problem."

  Vanessa took off her long labcoat and draped it over Heather's grateful shoulders; the lower lapels not making it past her knees. Krista stepped forward to inspect Gryphon. Normally she was about an inch taller than he was, but as she came closer it became increasingly aware that he now had a good five inches over her.

  Vanessa had never seen Krista intimidated by anyone in all of the time she had known her; it was one of the qualities she had come to admire in her. Gryphon had always been a thin human being, but like Heather his growth had added a toned layer of muscle that was clearly evident underneath his tight clothing. He had gone from being lanky and somewhat scruffy looking to having a fairly commanding and dominating presence.

  Krista looked him from head to toe and just grimaced as she stood her ground and looked back towards Vanessa. Vanessa sighed.

  "How long do you think it will take for you to determine the cause of this?"

  Gryphon walked towards one of the examination tables and sat down upon it as it creaked under his increased weight. Heather stepped next to him and put a hand on his shoulder with a smile. Gryphon looked up with a light scowl and she backed away hurt.

  "I don't know if I can find the cause of this; it's not like this is in any medical texts I've ever read before." Krista kept looking at her as she expected an answer to her question. Vanessa shrugged," I won't rest until I find the cause of this sir."

  "Good." Krista stole another look at Gryphon before walking out of Medical. The doors opened and Krista found herself looking up into Ramirez's deep, brown eyes. Krista was in excellent shape, but Ramirez had always had a thinner and more toned physique; her growth had amplified that considerably. She was wearing one of her boyfriend's t-shirts and it clung to her enlarged breasts and accentuated the strength of her chest. Her legs were covered in a pair of his sweats but the waist clung to her hips and everyone could see the well-defined stomach just above it with each breath that she took. Robert was standing next to her with a confused expression. Krista shook her head and continued down the corridor. Vanessa glanced towards the AI panel.

  "Alyssa?"

  "Yes sir?"

  "Wake up Kim and have her report to duty." She looked at Heather who was huddling in a corner with her head down. Gryphon was fidgeting in his seat; his movements caused the tear in his shirt to extend farther down to his stomach with a shrill ripping sound. "Tell her to bring an open mind."

  "Yes sir." The panel dimmed into blackness.

  Vanessa motioned to Ramirez and smiled weakly.

  "Join the party." She crossed her arms as if to ward away a deepening chill and stepped into medical. Vanessa heard her bare feet trod across the room as Robert followed. He stopped and spoke softly.

  "What's happening to her Doc?"

  "I don't know Rob, that's what we're going to find out." She rubbed her head and looked back up, "Heather?"

  "Yes?" As she turned away from her corner, the centrifugal force of her spin caused her breasts to heave forward. They proved too much for the two flimsy buttons that tried to contain them and they burst apart. One of the clambered along the ground with a distinct tapping until it rolled to a quiet stop in the corner. The other one hung by it's thin thread as it swung near a light nipple that was firm and erect as it squeezed out from the new and wider opening in her lapels. Heather grabbed the fabric and did her best to pull it closed.

  "I'm sorry Vanessa; I was cold, I ... I," she started to cry again.

  "It's okay kid. It's easy to fix. Let's just finish up with your tests and then I'll move on to Gryphon."

  Robert nodded in admiration and Ramirez stepped in front of him. Vanessa was amazed at the normal lack of size difference between them; Robert seemed a little fazed by it as well.

  "It's okay baby, you know I think yours are the perfect size."

  Ramirez grimaced.

  "Well, they're a little bigger than they were yesterday; and so am I, so watch it."

  Robert cringed slightly at her overpowering demeanor. She took an immediate notice and put a hand to her mouth as she gasped.

  "Robert, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean anything by it. It's just that this is all so ... it's all so..."

  "I know sweetheart," he took her into his arms and guided her weeping head on to his shoulder, "I know."

  Vanessa looked back at Heather who was wiping her eyes with a sleeve that couldn't cover all of her forearm.

  "Heather, I need to take a few more measurements and take a blood sample."

  "All right." Heather tried rolling the coat sleeve up to her elbow but found stern resistance. She grunted a few times as she smiled weakly and continued to struggle. With each tug, her firm breasts forced the open lapels further apart. Gryphon smiled and Vanessa stepped in his line of vision as she turned Heather around.

  "Uh, maybe we should go behind one of the privacy curtains love."

  "That's probably a good idea."

  Vanessa grimaced at him as she pulled on the opaque sheet and slid it in front of them. Gryphon's smile melted into a frown that quickly turned to discomfort. He shifted his seating on the table and the bulge that ran along his thigh began to grow longer. With a shallow grunt, cotton fabric hidden beneath the tight denim tore and the bulge grew all the way to the end of the shorts sleeve; the hem raised slightly away from Gryphon's knee, but covered it's charge. He looked up at Robert who was slightly boggled by the sight.

  "Impressed Rob?"

  Robert caught eyes with him and just smiled.

  "I'm black Gryph," he shook his head as he grinned, "so, no I'm not."

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