"Uh ... what, what happened?"

  Vanessa breathed a sigh of relief as she tried to hide her smile. Krista was opening her eyes and squinting into the dim lighting of the corridor. She looked over at the Chief Medical Officer and the towering form of one of the ship's engineers that stood bright eyed over her shoulder. Her firm and very large breasts bulged out of her top and Krista suddenly found herself burning with a slight tinge of jealousy.

  Vanessa shined a small light in her eyes, checking for any signs of a concussion. She grinned, happy with her results.

  "You were unconscious for a bit, knocked out by some falling bulkhead; but you seem to be all right."

  Krista rubbed her forehead, wiping away some of the drying blood, the cut burning slightly.

  "Thank you doctor."

  "You gave me quite a scare. 'Us,' I mean. That bump on your head will probably hurt for a little while, but you don't need any stitches. Do you feel strong enough to stand?"

  "Yes I ...," Krista looked at the two of them standing over her, Heather smiling with her giant body and exorbitant proportions, Vanessa with an overcaring expression that felt slightly belittling. "Of course I can."

  She quickly rose to her feet, stumbling slightly but straightening up to her proud stance before either of them could put out a hand to help her. She brushed off the front of her suit, the smooth spandex littered with bits of stray dust. Krista took in a deep breath, feeling her own firm breasts press against the stretching fabric as they swelled with her chest, and looked away in slight embarrassment.

  "Do either of you know what has happened?"

  "No, and communications seem to be down. I think an asteroid struck us or something; we've been hit twice."

  "Are the AI's functioning?"

  "I'm not sure; their panels are blown out here and in Medical."

  "I have to get to the bridge. You two should stay here."

  Vanessa shook her head emphatically, gripping hold of Krista's arm firmly.

  "No, we should stay together. Besides, there could be injuries on the ship and I'll be needed elsewhere."

  Krista squinted at Vanessa and she quickly took away her hand.

  "Very well, follow me."

  Vanessa took a step back, looking down to hide her small frown. Both her and Heather fell behind their Commander, Heather looking down at both of them as their heads were so far down below her. She had always looked up to Krista, both in size and stature; she seemed so small now, slightly inferior in a way. She shook her head.

  Krista tapped the button to the lift a number of times and listened for the sound of it's rotors. She stepped back and sighed.

  "The lifts don't seem to be functioning, we'll have to take the access ladders."

  Heather looked up to the ports set into the ceiling to one side of the corridor, she chewed innocently on one fingernail as shrugged.

  "But ... I'm so big. I don't know if I can fit through there."

  "Sure you can, we'll squeeze you through. But we should be getting you to one of the Shuttle Bays soon."

  Krista started to climb the ladder, the hard leather of her boots sounding against the metal rails. Vanessa watched as the tight spandex of her suit stretched across the tensing muscles of her posterior. Krista paused for a moment, her head swaying, and she sank down slightly. Vanessa quickly reached up and supported her with a warm hand against one firm cheek. Krista snapped out of it and looked down.

  "Thank you. Got dizzy there for a second, but it passed."

  Vanessa smiled, sliding her hand down the back of Krista's thigh as she withdrew it.

  "You're welcome, just be more careful."

  Krista ascended into the access port, Vanessa rolled her eyes and followed. She got down on her knees on the level above and waved for Heather to join them.

  "C'mon, you can fit."

  Heather brought up one of her long legs and placed her foot on the bottom rung. It was so far below what she was used to and the cool metal felt oddly pleasant against the soft skin of her sole. She started to climb, her head quickly rising to the ceiling as she pulled her giant body up with tensing arms.

  Vanessa backed up as her oversized head popped up through the opening in the floor. It was obvious her shoulders were slightly too broad to fit in the yard wide port and she scrunched them inward as she felt her pale skin scrape against the sides. Her generous proportions puffed up through the hole, pressing against the edges and bulging upward. Heather struggled for a moment, her red hair flailing about her head, and she looked up sheepishly.

  "I think I'm stuck."

  "Oh for god's sake." Krista reached down taking hold of the giant amazon by the sides of her arms and tried to pull upward. The muscular skin was slightly slippery and she had trouble maintaining her grip. "Damn it, help me out Vanessa."

  They each grabbed one of Heather's arms and tried to pull. The sound of pliant skin fighting against smooth metal sounded in the corridor, but they made little progress.

  Heather's breasts heaved, puckering upwards as she began to breathe heavily. Anxiety stretched across her lightly freckled face as she looked at her shipmates with terror seeping into her blue eyes.

  "Help, Vanessa please! I can feel it getting tighter! I'm growing bigger! You've got to get me out of here, I'm growing!" She squinted her eyes, her swollen chest fighting against the floor. Vanessa knelt down and drifted the back of her fingers across Heather's cheek.

  "Heather, calm down. It's just your fear getting the better of you. We'll get you out of there but you have to calm down!"

  Heather opened her eyes and bit her lip to keep from crying out; she kicked her legs as they dangled loosely below her. Vanessa was smiling above her, her brown eyes soothing and natural. Heather took a deep breath and nodded in silence. Vanessa looked at Krista again and they both took hold of the giantess once more.

  Krista's long legs bulged as she strained against the ground. Vanessa felt blood rushing to her arms as she pulled. Heather's body began to slide through, slowly at first, then faster as she pushed against the remaining rungs with her feet. Her top came loose, slipping down to expose one firm breast as she came up. Vanessa watched as the voluptuous, eight foot plus woman began to stand, that bare mound rising upward. Heather towered over them, her giant form shaking.

  "Thank you!" She reached out and wrapped her arms around Krista. Krista's eyes went wide and she quickly pushed Heather away. Heather turned to Vanessa and embraced her, the firm skin pressing up into Vanessa's tanned and reddening face. "Thank you so much Vanessa, I didn't think I was going to get out of there."

  Vanessa looked up and smiled.

  "It's okay hon, I told you you could do it."

  Heather leaned forward and pressed her lips against Vanessa's smile; their moist warmth enveloped Vanessa's lips and she closed her eyes as Heather's warm tongue pressed forward, filling her mouth with it's incredible size. She suckled hungrily upon it, relishing the sensation of her fragile body being crushed in Heather's arms and strength.

  Vanessa's eyes opened wide and she shoved Heather away. She looked over at her shocked Commander as she wiped a stray drop away from the corner of her mouth with trembling fingers. Heather backed up against the wall.

  "I'm sorry doctor. I didn't mean to ... I was only happy that ..."

  "No .... I, Heather ... I just wanted ..."

  Krista put up a silencing hand, looking at both of them in turn. A large panel next to her began to glow, a face forming out of the jumbled static.

  "I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?" Alexander's face clarified, his eyes slightly squinted and mouth set in a wry smile. There was a pause and his smile broadened. "Well I hate to be a bother in, what appears to be, such a tender moment, but I was wondering if any of you would be willing to help out a fellow crewmember.

  Krista turned away from the engineer and her Chief Medical Officer, facing the panel and letting it's luminescence shine over the high cheek bones of her tanned face. Vanessa buried her own face in her hands as she tried to fight back the welling tears.

  "What is it Alexander? And what's happened to the ship?"

  "Why I do believe we accidentally ran into a couple of stray satellites. There was a glitch in the sensors so shields didn't respond until it was too late. I'm correcting the malfunction now."

  "A satellite?"

  "Yes, I don't think the folks in England will be getting their VH1 tonight."

  "Which crewmember is down?"

  "It is David. He is trapped under some debris in Shuttle Bay Two."

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  "The defensive systems are fried sir, we're not getting them back up anytime soon. I'm going to focus on the internal sensors."

  The Captain felt his shoulders sink and a wave of numbness washed over him. He looked up to Meredith who had a torn piece of cloth from George's uniform tied around her leg as a make-shift tourniquet. The gray of the jumpsuit strip was bleeding a dark purple.

  "How are communications coming along?"

  "I should have ship's speakers back up in a few minutes."

  "Karen is coming around sir."

  He turned around to see Robert rendering aid to the Necronomicon's Navigator. She was propping herself up on unsteady arms; her face was burned, but treated with aloe. Robert rested her weary back across his chest, holding onto her as he moved a few stray hairs away from her eyes.

  "How are you feeling Jedi?"

  Karen swallowed, wincing as the ball of phlegm traveled down her throat.

  "It's ... hard to ... open my right ... eye," she whispered.

  "I know, you got a little singed. Vanessa should be able to fix you up, but you might have some scarring. It sounds like you've suffered a little smoke inhalation too."

  Karen smiled, her face glistening with the translucent salve.

  "It comes with the job. Are we okay? Is the ship all right? How's Brian?"

  "All that remains to be seen. We're kind of on blackout right now. I don't think we'll be under any more attacks because there seems to be a raiding party on board."

  "Where?"

  "Sir, the enemy ship has penetrated the hull on deck six, section two." Alyssa's panel over the snowy viewscreen began to brighten, her face was a worried, electronic mask as she delivered her report. "It is a US Military standard dropship, capable of carrying a maximum compliment of twenty-four soldiers."

  "We can probably expect a few less than that if they brought some spare equipment with them." The Captain stroked his goatee with a sweaty hand, his eyes closed as his thoughts dwelled to the best course of action.

  The bridge was in shambles, a disarray that they were scrambling to make sense of. There was an electricity in the air, it mixed with the putrid smoke that still curled from the smoldering consoles and pulled hairs from chilled arms. Two of his officers were in pain, grunting under the weight of their injuries. And there were still two other enemy ships waiting for them over the sapphire blue of the Earth.

  "We have to evacuate the Bridge."

  "Captain?"

  "First of all, we have to repel whatever forces have boarded the Necronomicon; we can't do that from here. Second, if and when we fend off the intruders, the next course of action they'll most likely take is to destroy the bridge and tow the ship into port. In any case, we need to get down to the Armory, arm ourselves, and prepare for the assault."

  Sharp static began to blurt out over the speakers; it crackled for a moment, punctuated itself with high whine of feedback, and cleared. Meredith slapped her palm against her communications station and laughed.

  "Sir, communications are back online."

  "Kick ass. Alyssa?"

  "Yes Captain?"

  "Tune into the crew's subcutaneous transponder frequencies and activate communication channels to them."

  "Accessing. Securing lines. Channels are open sir."

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