The Captain was grumpy; he was always put in such a mood when something important slipped by him on his ship. He didn't bother taking the lifts, he slipped down service ladders to the deck he wanted and jogged to the Medical Bay. The corridors confused him for a moment as he spun around, lost in places that should be familiar. The doors suddenly loomed before him and he paused to take a deep breath.

  Robert turned around to see his Captain entering the room. He dropped his crossed arms and gave a small attempt at a salute. The Captain just stared forward at Ramirez with his jaw slacked open.

  "Jesus."

  Robert smiled.

  "Tell me about it."

  He walked up to the examination table where Heather was sitting as Vanessa took measurements of her giant patient.

  Ramirez was in her bare feet and beat her 5' 10" Captain out by a good ten inches. She wore a clinging sports bra around swollen breasts that peeked out from the lower hem with firm roundness. Her stomach was flat and extremely toned, her back, tight and muscular with broad shoulders. She was wearing sweat shorts; the lower halves of the pant legs were torn off along with the waistband and the frayed edges nibbled at her lower thighs and smooth calves that had a thin diamond shape. Her hips bulged from the top with the seam set low enough to show that she was not wearing underwear over her dark, unbroken tan. He slowly drew his gaze back up her lean body to find her staring down on him with a wide grin.

  "Good Morning Captain, I'd salute but I'm afraid I would tear out of my top."

  "That's understandable Lieutenant."

  Vanessa took her clipboard and wrote down : chest - 68", before wrapping her measuring tape around Ramirez's waist and looking up to her commanding officer.

  "Krista was kind enough to lend us one of her tops when Robert's t-shirt gave way about two hours ago. These are still his sweats, she just made a few personal adjustments for comfort."

  Ramirez shrugged.

  "They were squeezing my calves." She shifted her weight and Robert watched the muscles of her backside flex and bulge underneath the stretching cotton fabric. Her long arms tensed as she made tight fists and closed her eyes while taking deep breaths.

  Heather stepped off the table where she was sitting and her own barefeet hit the floor with a solid thump. The Captain found himself looking up at his once pixieish engineer.

  Her body had grown well over a foot, now standing at around 6' 3". But while Ramirez had kept her basic shape and just expanded, Heather's own form had changed dramatically. The length of her had stretched longer, assuming a taller, more model-like, figure. Her waist had a trimmer look with slightly wider hips and fairly toned stomach. She didn't have the same muscle structure as Ramirez, but she was visibly stronger than before.

  More prominent than anything, however, was the incredible size of her breasts. She tried to keep them restrained with, what appeared to be, a rolled-up lab coat. The knot was visibly straining to keep them in check as the giant mounds of firm flesh pushed outward and bulged above and below the tight, white, fabric. A large bath towel was draped around her waist and her navel danced as she stepped lightly. She stood next to her Captain for a few seconds, then reached out and pulled him close to her in a tight embrace.

  "Oh sir! I've been so scared and we haven't seen you since yesterday morning!" His eyes went wide as she clutched him to her. Heather's hands pushed his head downward into her massive cleavage and it was enveloped in it's pliant warmth. He struggled for a brief moment, then wrapped his own arms around her broad torso and back in reciprocation. He found her body a joy to touch; he had never been that attracted to her, she being one of his subordinates, but her shape, strength, and sheer size were all mildly intoxicating.

  "It's okay Heather," his muffled voice trying to break free of her smothering chest, "we'll find out what's happening to you guys and get it fixed as quick as possible." He opened his eyes and tried pushing her away. She resisted at first then, after realizing what he was doing, let him go. "I need to talk to Vanessa for a minute, okay?"

  "Yes sir."

  The Captain took hold of Vanessa's arm while keeping his eye on Heather. She had her head down and he watched her firm chest rise up and down with each breath, the lab coat stretching with audible creaks.

  "Damn."

  "I know, it's driving me nuts."

  "So what can you tell me?"

  Vanessa sighed.

  "I'm not entirely sure sir," she moved over to her computer console and began to punch in keystrokes. One of the screens began to light up with diagrams and graphs. "They're growing and I'm not entirely sure why. I'm certain the pulse they absorbed on the alien ship is the cause but I can't prove it. Both Gryphon and Ramirez seem to be just expanding in size but Heather's body is doing that and has also drastically altered in shape. They all exhibit a greater amount of growth in certain sexual areas while the rest of their growth is uniform. Heather doesn't seem to be getting taller as quickly as Gryphon and Ramirez but she has made up for that in other areas." She pressed another few buttons and the graphs changed. "Alyssa?"

  "Yes sir?" The AI panel brightened and Alyssa looked at her the doctor and the Captain with an obliging smile.

  "Have you completed the particle analysis?"

  "Analysis will be complete in six point four minutes."

  "Thank you Alyssa."

  Alyssa faded away and Vanessa looked back to her Captain.

  "Where was I? Mmm, they all are developing a stronger muscle structure and their cardiovascular systems are compensating for their increased size and mass." She glanced over at Ramirez who was sitting while Robert comforted her.

  Ramirez kept trying to pull his hand over the length of her torso and down to her crotch as she fidgeted nervously; he just smiled and continued to speak soothing words. Heather was staring at the Captain through slightly squinted eyes as she bit her lip. Two large bumps had formed in the fabric of her make-shift top and she kept shifting her weight over her legs.

  Vanessa shook her head.

  "And as you can see, they all have greatly increased sexual drives."

  The Captain wanted to laugh but felt uneasy under Heather's gaze; she didn't seem to be aware of his attention, being lost in torrid, subconscious thought. He quickly turned back to Vanessa.

  "Where's Gryphon?"

  She nodded towards one of the privacy curtains.

  "He's back there eating breakfast."

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