Robert pulled back, his face a mask of admonished shock. A smile began to creep over his face as Ramirez wrapped her thick arms around his neck and back and pulled him back down. Her bare skin was comfortably hot and was an intoxicating mixture of hard muscle and soft breasts. She had such power, but still treated him tenderly and gently as they rolled along the furs together.

  Ramirez pinned him on his back, sitting up as she settled herself down upon his aching shaft. She squeezed him playfully as she clasped her legs around him. Her long thighs dug into the sides of his chest near his arms. He reached up and stretched to reach the large spheres that danced high above him. The toned wall of her stomach tensed as she leaned down. Her massive upper body covered him, her silky brown hair dancing over the top of his head as her shoulders pressed into his face. The firm rise of her enlarged breasts rubbed against the softness of his cheeks and he closed his eyes as they enveloped his chin.

  Her arms bulged with sleek feminine muscle as they held the weight of her chest over Robert. She pressed herself further into him, sliding her breasts over his chest and face while steadily grinding her hips over his engorged manhood.

  He tried to run his fingers over as much of her as he could. She reveled in the sensation of his slightly reduced touch, his grasp was more delicate, his weight not as pressing as it once had been; she could have complete and utter control over his body if she so desired. She felt him running his palms over the smooth contours of her backside, kneading the muscles as they tensed with each rhythmic squeeze.

  Ramirez's body was on fire; every inch of her burned. Her sheer weight pressing into his own body was intoxicating. Robert cried out as he peaked, releasing wave after wave of pleasure into his lover from his aching manhood. He tried to raise his weary head upward to kiss her, but she just pushed him back down, her arms tensing as he playfully fought against her.

  "Oh no, we're not done yet." She leaned down on top of him, her breasts pressing against his face. He could swear that they were bigger now than they were a few moments ago, fuller and rounder. She began to slide her body upward, dragging her toned and tanned length over his stomach and chest. Ramirez lifted herself up on to her knees, the thighs and torso above them alone were the size of a normal woman. She wrapped her long fingers into his hair and gently pulled him towards her.

  Robert smiled as he licked his lips, blowing a cool wind over her engorged womanhood. He wrapped his hands around her wide hips and pulled his face into her heated crotch, exploring the depths of his lover with an adept tongue.

  Ramirez cried out, closing her eyes as she tilted her head back in euphoria. She clutched his head closer to her and continued to moan.

  The brazier sputtered for an instant, a lump of sulfur sparking with life, and illuminated their moist bodies for an instant before dimming back to the flicker of candlelight.

  And Robert labored into the night.

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  "Alyssa, what time is it?"

  "It is 03:50 hours sir, ship standard time."

  The Captain rubbed his eyes as he could feel the redness in them. His sleep had been short, but he had a task that needed to be done and he wanted himself and the crew awake and alert for when it happened. The door to the lift opened and he walked onto the bridge.

  "Good morning everyone."

  George turned to Meredith and whispered.

  "We'll finish this later." He put up his hand in salute, moving towards the center of the bridge. "Good morning sir. The ship is at status green."

  "Excellent Sargent. Contact department heads and confirm readiness for launch."

  "Yes sir." George stepped over to his station at the Operations Console and began operating the communications network.

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  Vanessa pretended to write on her clipboard as she secretly watched Heather from behind shaded goggles. Heather was sitting down on one of the bio-beds with closed eyes as her legs fidgeted back and forth, her feet firmly planted on the ground despite the high level of the table. Her beautifully bare body had grown to the incredible height of 8' 4" and had done even more wonders for her figure in the past few hours. Vanessa had recorded them all in detail.

  Heather's enormous breasts had swollen to the size of overinflated basketballs; both were firm and proud, the tips swollen and stiffly erect in constant stimulation and the wide aureoles puffy and dark. Her trembling hands kept straying to them, pressing into the pliant skin and squeezing as she closed her eyes in light euphoria, her shallow panting growing in deepness and intensity. The tight muscles of her stomach tensed as she leaned back slightly, concentrating on the mild sensations. Her fiery hair fell about her broad shoulders, deepening in red as her size continued to increase.

  Vanessa set down her pad.

  "Heather."

  Heather suddenly opened her eyes and straightened up in attention. Vanessa walked up next to her, her head far below Heather's line of vision, as she was taking her goggles away from her face.

  "Sweetie, the tests are all done with for now. I'm going to go continue with my research in my office." Vanessa swallowed, gathering up her courage while shaking her head at her own coursing libido. "I know you're having ... sexual discomfort. If you have the need to, feel free to ... masturbate ... for personal relief." Vanessa fought against the driving urge to look down at the floor.

  Heather bit her lip. She felt a wave of anxiety flow out of her body as she stared into Vanessa's dark brown eyes with a light expression of thankful understanding. Not knowing how to respond, she just sat there, clenching her toes as she gripped the edge of the table.

  Vanessa gave in and glanced at her shoes as she turned away, listening to the scuffle of her boots against the cool metal floor as the image of Heather's glorious body shined in the back of her eyes. The door to her office slid open and she quickly found her chair, feeling the leathery softness caress her skin. She peered through the tinted window across from her.

  Heather was leaning back on one of her long arms, the muscle tensed, with her thighs spread slightly apart. Her other hand was slipping it's way into her tender folds, playing with her excited womanhood as it cried out for lavish attention. The crystal blue of her eyes disappeared as her lids began to flutter, a light sweat dotting over them as her forehead creased lightly. Heather's mouth opened and she gave out a long, a soul-shuddering moan.

  Vanessa sighed as she gazed longingly, her own body awakening with stimulation. Gazing at Heather's porcelain skin, the gracefulness of her slender fingers and limbs, the way she slid the arch of her long foot along the inside of her calf, tickling her smooth knee and the skin of her inner thigh, the way each breath made her chest swell, the fact that her body was slowly growing bigger, and bigger ... and bigger.

  The comm system buzzed, startling Vanessa out of her reverie. She turned the speaker on with the press of a button and turned in her seat away from the intensely erotic display.

  "This is Medical. What's going on George?"

  "Hey Doc, just making sure everything's okay down there. We're getting ready for launch and the Captain wanted department heads to check in."

  "We're all okay, I guess. Heather is here with me, but Kim is still in her quarters. Her shift isn't until the afternoon, so she's probably still resting. I don't need her down here right now; let her be."

  "Understood."

  The speaker cut out. Vanessa closed her eyes again; she could almost taste Heather's scent as her patient continued to pleasure herself a few short yards away. Vanessa felt her own hand slipping into the waistband of her uniform, slipping into her lace underwear that was wonderfully tight around her trembling hips. She ran her nimble fingers through the soft fur of her crotch, to the moist and warm place below, biting her lip and breathing heavily through flaring nostrils.

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  Krista watched as Gryphon stooped down to fit into the cargo hold of the late Mr. Fleetwood's shuttle. His body had grown to over nine feet in height. Sleek muscles covered his thin frame with wiry strength. His chest was smooth, unmarred by scars or hair, his torso toned and long. He stopped, his hand on the top of the ship's door as he looked up to the Shuttle Bay's control room. Dark black hair fell over his eyes. The hawk's nose that protruded from beneath accentuated the high bones in his sunken cheeks as his lips curled in a light snarl.

  He's become an animal; a dangerous animal that must be caged.

  Krista gestured to the ship and watched him grimace. She would never openly admit it, but she was relieved at his departure.

  Gryphon turned away and stepped into the ship. His muscular thighs had torn apart the leg seams in the gray sweat shorts he wore and the front of them bulged conspicuously as his bare feet creaked against the metal of the ship.

  Ramirez was following suit, walking behind Gryphon and taking a moment to wave up to Krista before she stowed herself away. She was now an inch shy of nine feet in height, her body broad and sleek with thin muscle. Her ample breasts were wrapped in another make-shift top that exposed the ridges of her rippled stomach and the solid contours of her back; the round edges of their firmness rolled out from both the top and bottom of the light brown cloth. Her muscular rump was slightly exposed as her skirt couldn't cover all of the tanned flesh. She bent her long legs, the deep lines between muscle and bone appearing as her thighs hardened, the calves bulging, to fit through the doorway.

  David whistled and Krista looked at her friend. His smile complimented the bleached blonde hair and small earring of a surfer's facade.

  "Kind of makes me wish I went for that sort of thing."

  Ramirez stepped inside, her long feet disappearing into the darkness of the ship's interior as the hatch slowly closed. Krista put a hand on David's shoulder.

  "Well Dave, with her gone, you might have a shot at Robert."

  "Don't tempt me vixen."

  "Do you want to handle the launch or do you want me to stay here so you can get back to Engineering?"

  "Nah, I'll tough it out; I can handle it. It's just one last check on Psi and then wait until they clear the bay."

  "Okay, I'm going up to Medical to check up on Heather. Tell the bridge we are a go."

  "Yes sir."

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  "Engineering is on standby sir, I think Brian is lonely down there all by himself."

  "Ah, he'll be fine. Tell him he can call for Gus if things are that slow." The Captain smiled. "Inform the Shuttle Bay that they are clear for launch."

  George pressed a button on his panel and the screen by his arm lit up with David's face. The small loop in his ear danced back and forth as the assistant engineer turned his head.

  "Psi reports everything is a go. The cargo ship is ready for take off."

  "Thanks Dave." George looked back up. "Everything's ready Captain."

  "Open a channel to the ship."

  "Open."

  "Psi?"

  A moment passed before a slight hissing sound came over the speakers.

  "What is it Captain?"

  "Give our crew members a safe ride down to the planet."

  "Don't worry sir," the speaker hissed again, "they'll be well taken care of."

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