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Wesley's Break, Part Four
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Part 4 - Experimentation
Beverly was taking a walk, eventually she planned to arrive at Ten
Forward. Ever since her visit with Troi and her overwhelming need to
hug her, she had felt strange. She wouldn't say that it excited her,
but it was definitely having some kind of an effect. The more she
walked, the hotter it got. 'Boy, I am out of shape'. she thought. It
wasn't until she turned a corner and bumped into an unfamiliar
lieutenant. She stepped back, and her usually impeccable red hair
fell into her eyes. She looked upon the man in front of her not as a
fellow officer, but as a pure instrument of her desire. She felt every
inch of her skin, some inches felt a lot better than others.
"Excuse me sir. Sorry." Said the officer clad in a yellow uniform as
he attempted to steady the higher ranked officer in front of him.
Her mind and body betrayed her. Her nipples were actually visible
through her uniform. Her breath was coming quicker. 'What's wrong
with me.' She forced through the haze in her mind. She didn't know
what was happening, but she knew what was going happen. At this
point, it was out of her hands, and in his.
"No, excuse me, I wasn't looking." She was letting him go, then, "You
know, I have never really like the term 'sir', why don't you call me
Beverly."
"Um, OK, Beverly. I have to be getting to... Are you feeling OK? You
look a little, warm."
"Warm no, Hot yes. I want to throw you down right here and fuck
your brains out." He voice was whispery.
"Well, I am due to go on duty in a few minutes, but thanks for the
offer." He said, completely shocked.
"I'll write you a note." Then she flung herself at him. Her lips were
sealed to his, any resistance he had was quickly diminishing. Her
body was on fire. She was kidding about fucking him in the corridor,
but it was quickly becoming her only alternative.
He broke the kiss. "Jordan to Maintenance."
"Maintenance, go ahead Jordan"
"I'm going to be a little late for my shift," Glancing at Beverly
"Medical reasons."
"Anything we should know about?"
"No, I'll contact you later. Jordan out." 'A janitor? I'm about to fuck a
janitor? Who cares if I hump the doors of a turbo shaft?' She smiled
and then took Janitor Jordan by the arm.
Wesley was going over the latest batch of test samples. Everything
looked like it was going smoothly. He began to hear Ro moaning.
He thought she might be waking up. He spun around only to see Ro
with one hand on her crotch, and one hand her breast. The readouts
on the wall said that she was asleep, and her eyes were closed, but
her hands were in warp speed. It was then that he noticed that
several of her hormones were almost off of the scale. He stared back
at Ro only to see something new and amazing. The front of her
uniform began swelling. The more it swelled, the louder she
moaned. Her other hand drifted up from between her legs, to start
caressing her other breast. They were beginning to stretch the
already tight fabric of the front of her uniform. He saw that the zipper
at the top of the jumpsuit began to separate in response to the
growth.
Wesley's curiosity led his eyes down to the writhing woman's crotch.
The front was completely sopped. Wesley had about all he could
take. He couldn't decide whether to administer the cure, or to screw
the Bajorian silly. He reached over and picked up the hypospray
with the cure. He looked at it and said 'Oh well.' He placed the
injector to her arm, and then the images came flooding in. His mind
was filled with images of he and Ro in positions that would have
shocked even the crewmen of a deep space exploration ship.
"No!" he cried, as he threw the hypospray back at the table.
He grabbed the front of Ro's uniform and peeled it away from her
white flesh. It was then he had a flash of brilliance. "Computer.
Reduce Gravity to 0.00 on the Med Bed." The bed had this setting so
that more delicate operations could be performed without risk to the
patience health." With the gravity off, he was able to lift Ro off of the
table and strip off her uniform. Starfleet's dress code when it comes
to undergarments is pretty liberal. Ro's policy was even more
liberal. As Wesley pulled the last of her uniform over her tiny feet,
he was able to gaze upon every bit of Ro's body. She wore no
underwear. Her breasts had nearly tripled in size at this point, and it
looked like they were continuing. Ro had orgasmized at least four
times while Wesley was pulling her uniform off of her. Wesley now
stripped off his own uniform, and climbed into the Zero G with Ro.
The momentum of lifting and pulling her uniform off had Ro in an
almost standing position. Wesley lifted Ro up so her cunt was in line
with his face. He could see that her fluids had run down and coated
the backs of her legs from when she was still lying down on the table.
Wesley dove in. The first touch sent waves of pleasure through the
helpless alien in front of him. The wave continued and didn't seem to
ebb at all.
'Hmm...' Wesley thought. 'Sweet, not like what I would expect. Good
thing she is already passed out. I don't think she would be
conscious for much longer.' He looked up and Ro's breasts had
stopped growing. However from his current position he could see
anything past the peaks of her breasts.
'Boy I could use something like this when I'm walking across the
campus when it's raining.' He slowly pulled her down, and himself
up. Luckily the beds were equipped with low level restraining fields
to keep bodies from floating off.
Once he was equal to her now gigantic breasts, he began to suck and
bite at her nipples. Even though her breasts were now huge, her
nipples were still what he would classified as normal. They seemed
to still be fairly small compared to the melons on her chest. Once
again the analytical side took over. He noticed that her muscles
were much smaller. That must account for the increase in the upper
regions. He grabbed her ass, it felt rounded, and he couldn't really
tell but he thought her hips had also filled out. He wasn't completely
familiar with Bajorian anatomy, but that was why the Academy
required advanced biology. Suddenly, "...uuugh, Fuck meee.
Pleeeease, I want..." Ro was back to rubbing herself furiously on the
crotch. This time both hands were buried, and pumping away.
Wesley couldn't take it anymore. He spun her around and spread
her ass. It wasn't a gentle entry, but it did the job. He had never
taken this particular 'course' before, but since the other entry was
otherwise occupied.
Just as Wesley had pressed into her she froze. Wesley was afraid
that she had woken up, then it happened. She let out a yell and her
whole body shook. Wesley began pumping furiously. He could feel
her contract as she was wracked with a constant orgasm, she
pressed back harder and harder, pounding as hard as they both
could. Wesley reached around and was massaging her tits. She still
had both hands going at it.
Then he felt it. Her breasts began to shrink a little. She was now
panting and back to a low moan. Wesley knew something was going
on, so he had to hurry. It didn't take much to push him over the edge.
He came for what seemed like hours, but in this case it wasn't quite
that long. Once he opened his eyes he found that they had fucked so
hard they were upside down, and floating against the ceiling. He
pushed off, pushed out of the field, and got off of the bed.
While he got his uniform back on, he set the computer to bring his
specimen slowly back to the table.
He was in a hurry to get her uniform back on before she woke up
when he heard "Mmmf, Wesley? What happened? My clothes? My
Breasts! Oh no, what have you done?' Indeed both breasts had
stopped shrinking, but now she has almost no chest at all, only two
little nubs for nipples. Then Wesley noticed that her figure had lost
some of it's curviness as well. In fact her shape wasn't very different
from his own.
She started to get off of the bed. "Computer, restraining field full
strength." Wesley barked. The computer complied, a little rougher
than he had intended. She was thrown back into a lying position,
unable to move.
"Don't worry Ro, I can fix this." and Wesley started up his computer.
End Part 4
Part 5 - Satisfaction
Troi had been in her quarters for the last hour, in the dark. She had
lowered the light level so she could relax. It had been a fairly busy
day, and now that Beverly had stopped in, she had the added task of
talking to Wesley. It wasn't that she was complaining, but it was all
in the line of duty. As time passed he hands began to slowly roam
around her body. She liked the way her new uniform made the other
crewmen respect her, but it was a little harder to get off than her other
outfit. She closed her eyes, and began to unzip the front of her
uniform. As she sat there, she let her mind wander.
Very clearly she saw that she was walking along one of the corridors
of the Enterprise. She couldn't see clearly where, but she could see
enough to make out general details. She turned a corner and
bumped into the man of her dreams. She knew it was nobody real,
but this was a fantasy. She had unzipped her uniform to the bottom
of the zipper. She had her right hand running across the smooth silk
of her panties. Occasionally she brushed her clit, and it sent shock
waves through her. Her other hand pressed into the couch as if to
steady herself.
Back in her illusion she was being helped up by her fantasy man.
Once she stood up, she brushed a tuft of red hair out of her eyes.
The other person in her fantasy was there holding her. He said
something that wasn't really audible, but she knew what it meant.
She pounced on the chance and slammed her lips into his.
Back in the real world the uniform had been slowly inched down past
her ass, and was down around her knees. Both hands were now
moving all over her body.
She wanted this fantasy to last, and she was going to take it slow.
At first he responded to the kiss, but then he pushed her away. She
was disappointed, and she thought that it ended before it began. He
said something, and then he took her by the arm and lead her down
the corridor and into a cabin.
Beverly already had her chest fully in view when Jordan opened the
door to his quarters. He was afraid that someone might see her, and
put an end to his fun. However once in the main room of his cabin,
'all bets, and clothes, were off!' he thought.
"Please, let's go. I need it. Please!" Beverly pleaded.
"No, not yet my horny little doctor, I want to look at my good fortune.
Just stand there."
She had a very disappointed look on her face, but it quickly changed
to a very anxious look. She quickly pulled the uniform off of the rest
of her body. 'God, it feels like I'm going to cum right here.' She threw
the uniform onto the table next to her companion, and then slid off her
bra and panties.
He looked at her, absorbing all he saw. Her breasts were firm, not
perfect, but definitely not bad. After all, she wasn't a teenager. Her
nipples were almost as bright red as her hair had looked in the bright
lights of the corridor. She was definitely a red head, but the
triangular patch of hair between her legs was darkened from the
juices freely flowing. He watched as she began rubbing both her
neck and her breasts. Her hand went up and began messing up her
hair. She was beginning to shine all over from the sweat covering
her body.
Beverly had no idea what was going on. At this point she felt like she
was along for the ride. She began to feel the beginning of an orgasm
coming on, and almost falling over snapped her back to reality.
"Please. I really need to fuck. I'm so horny, I can't stand up
anymore."
"Then don't." said Jordan, as he leaned back in a chair.
Beverly didn't have to be told. She fell to her knees and crawled
over to her Janitor on hands and knees. Even though she had
completely removed all of her clothing, he had not. He hadn't even
unzipped the front of his uniform. She ran her hands up the outside
of his pant leg until she got to the prize. She could feel him hard as
diamond. She couldn't wait for him to get his uniform off. She began
to stroke and lick the outside of his uniform. After a few passes, she
could make out most of the major veins in his penis. In fact she
could name most of them, if she weren't busy at the moment. He
began to moan, and she let her hands slide up his chest.
Suddenly her fingers had slipped into his collar, and began to
violently separate the front of his uniform. She pulled herself up, and
at the same time spread her arms as far as they would go. The
shock caused him to let out a little gasp, this was definitely not what
he thought was coming next. By the time she was done, the rip
extended part way down his right pant leg. She quickly grabbed his
old style boxers (much to her surprise), and ripped them off. As she
did this, her nails poked into the tender flesh between his legs.
He let out a little yelp, and Beverly smiled devilishly. He leaned
back and helped her up.
Troi slammed herself down on her mystery man's cock. He wasn't
overly big, but it's not the size that matters. She began to rock back
and forth. She could feel him going deeper and deeper with every
thrust. He leaned forward and began lightly kissing her nipples. He
then gave her left nipple a bite, and a little tug. Her eyes popped
open, and she gasped from the new experience. She looked at him,
and he had a devilish grin on his face now. Turnabout is fair play.
They locked in a deep and passionate kiss. They had stopped
rocking while in this position. The kiss was so deep, her eyes
watered.
Once the kiss was broken, it was time to get down to business. She
brushed her long hair out of her eyes, not that it mattered much now.
She wrapped her arms around his back, and he locked on to her
buttocks. They began to pull into each other. Troi thought that she
was going to have black and blue marks all over her pelvis after this
assault, but she didn't care. Slowly her senses began to shut down.
First her vision went blank, then her ears rang and she no longer
heard what sounded like two hands slowly clapping. The only thing
that she felt was an orgasm unlike anything she had ever had before.
Her eyes snapped open and she looked around her office. She had
flipped over the coffee table in front of her. She slid down the couch
and looked at the aftermath. There was a rather large sweat mark
that covered the whole area where her body was. Where her crotch
had been was a very large stain.
"Oh my, I don't know if that will come out" she said. She knew
anyone who came into the office now could have smelled her
passion, but the air filters would remove that shortly. Maybe she
would call maintenance and ask about getting that spot out. No, I'll
just replicate a new cushion.
Beverly could have sworn that she was in Troi's office when she
opened her eyes. However she blinked once, and looked down to
see herself still impaled on the now rapidly diminishing cock. She
could see the cum other both of them mixing and oozing out of her.
She quickly got up, and grabbed her uniform.
She got a glance of herself in the top of the table, she was a mess.
"So, does what kind of note are you going to write for me?" He
smirked.
"Umm, I have to get back to work. Uh, thanks, it was great." She said
as she pulled on her uniform. She couldn't find her underwear, and
she didn't care.
This was embarrassing. She didn't know what came over her. She
zipped up the front of her uniform and headed for the door. Jordan
was still naked and covered in fluids. She turned to him on the way
out. He was holding up her panties.
"Can I keep these?" He said as he sniffed them, "As a souvenir?"
She didn't respond, she just walked out of the door.
End Part 5
Part 6 - Explanations
"You may be able to get a doctor here in under a minute, but I can do
the same with security! Now let me go!" Ro was really getting upset.
"Go ahead and try." Wesley had no reaction.
"OK cadet. Ro to Security." Nothing. "Ro to Worf!" Still nothing.
"Computer, recognized Ro, access code Delta Omega Beta Four."
There was not the familiar chirp from the computer. "What is going
on? There is no way you have that kind of security clearance."
"I don't, but the Chief Medical Officer does. You see Mom got upset
with people always being bugged while in examinations, so once
someone is on the beds, your communicator is 'off'. Also thanks to
security for turning off the computer access. They figured it was
better not to let people who are probably under duress access to the
computer. So that was disabled as well. The only thing left on is a
subroutine to notify the medical officer on duty. And at this moment, I
am the Med on duty."
Suddenly the terminal on the wall beeped. Wesley went over and
punched some keys. He began chuckling to himself. "Lieutenant
Stewart Jordan. Only two months on ship. Assigned to.." He blurted
out a loud laugh. "Engineering, Maintenance Engineering! She got
nailed by a janitor! Well, that's not it. Computer, randomize virus to
next configuration and continue program."
He turned to Ro. "I think she should be busy for a while. Now as for
you. I hadn't accounted for my virus causing such a radical different
effect on your 'species'." He inspected her completely naked,
although extremely underdeveloped body. "My original plan had
been to make a virus that would slow down the aging process. It did
it by stimulating different organs and glands to release the bodies
own chemicals that assist in the body's own regeneration. As I
experimented through last night, I found that I could isolate certain
chemicals and cause a response in the body. From there it was
simple to generate a virus that, once released, would help to set off
slight imbalances that the body would automatically correct. The
body itself caused the changes to take place. I gave you an injection
to simply help the body to repair itself faster. Of course that was a
projection on 'human' systems. I didn't think the change would be so
radically different on another species. But it did, neat huh?"
Ro was barely listening to the Cadet spout his 'technobable'. She
was more interested in trying to get out. By the time he had finished,
she had given up for now, and waited for an opportunity. "Yeah,
virus, chemicals, interesting. But what happened to me? Can't you
figure out a 'cure' for this virus?"
Wesley didn't know if Ro had any idea what Wesley had done to her.
He wasn't even sure if she knew what her own body had done. He
decided to go for broke. "Ro, do you remember what happened to
you after I gave you the injection?"
"No, you injected me, and then I passed out. Why? What happened.
Did you do anything to me?" She suddenly looked a little alarmed.
"No, of course not. But you did have an interesting _reaction_."
"What kind of a reaction? Wesley, tell me!" She was back a more
authoritative tone.
"Well, you kinda, grew. I was monitoring the virus' progress, and it
was working fine, even better than I hopped. Then some of the other
glands in your system went crazy. Then you grew."
"What do you mean by 'grew'. You mean I became some kind of
giant?"
"No, not exactly." Wesley still hesitated.
"Explain, please!" She was becoming concerned that she had
changed into some kind of a monster.
"Well, you got rounder." He glanced at her and then away. "Your,
breasts geometrically increased there, uh, dimensions. And the rest
of your body, uh, softened."
"You mean I became some kind of a sexual distortion of myself?"
Her voice raised a pitch.
"Um, yeah."
"Did anything else happen?"
"No." He thought that he better hold back some. What he did could
really get him in trouble. He turned back to the terminal. "I don't
understand. It shouldn't do that to you. I mean after the first test on
myself worked so great."
"You injected yourself?"
"Yes, but not with the same virus as I used on you. I tried a little
variation that help to stimulate the chemicals used during active
thought. Besides some strange readings I hadn't planned on,
everything is working fine. I have some other experiments with
different combinations, but you don't need to know about those."
After a few minutes of staring at ceiling, Ro meekly asked, "Wesley,
can I have some clothes? I mean I don't have much of a body, but I
still have pride. Please."
Wesley considered the request, and then said simply, "No." Turning
back to the computer he started talking again. "Hmm, there's
something I'm missing. Wait, the hormone levels!"
Twenty minute later.
"Oh, Wesley, What? Ugh!" Ro was squirming as much as she could
in the restraining field. There was a pale blue light bathing her body,
it was coming from an emitter on the wall.
"Excellent. That's it. These results are wonderful!" Wesley was
staring at the readouts on the wall. He was noting that the same
hormonal imbalance was happening all over again. The results
looked almost identical, except for the variations brought on by her
being conscious.
Ro was trying to control herself. She was a little startled when ray
was turned on, but she was beginning to think clearly again. It felt
like her body was being caressed all over. After she shook her head
a little, she looked down her body. Much to her surprise, her breasts
were back.
"Wesley. I don't know what you did, but it worked. Now get me off of
this bed!" She was able to sit up as she felt the field disappear. The
blue field was still on her, but she was able to move. She tried to get
off of the bed, but the familiar buzz of a force field stopped her.
"What?"
"Un Uh. Were not through yet. I think that you will like this almost as
much as I will. You see I have modified a field project to basically
'project' a much stronger version of the sonic showers. You have
noticed the effects by now."
Ro's had her body back all right, but her nipples were stiff, and she
could feel herself definitely aroused. Wesley was right, it was like
the sonic shower.
Wesley punched a few buttons on the terminal. Ro could now turn to
see what Wesley was doing. On the screen was a computer
generated 3-D form, roughly her shape.
"Ah, now this is interesting." He turned to Ro. "Now Ro. What would
you like to look like? A teenager just out of puberty?" He tapped a few
keys. Ro felt the stimulation lessen. She felt her chest loosen a bit.
She looked down at it. They had shrunk down to size that she was at
before she had even heard of the Federation. Her waist was filled out
a little, and she was almost as plain as when she woke up, almost.
She definitely had a small amount of her sexuality still.
"How did you do that? Please stop. Just give me my body back. I
swear I won't tell anyone."
That was what Wesley wanted to hear. She was now confirming that
he was now in control. "No, not yet, I haven't shown you the best
part yet." He turned to the keypad. The blue light flared up brighter
and brighter. Ro felt the waves of pleasure building. It was much
slower than the first blast, but this one didn't stop in it's rising
intensity. She leaned back for a moment and relished the feeling.
Then she felt strange all over. She leaned forward again. Her chest
was back. She looked in horror back to Wesley. The model on the
screen was changing. The breasts were filling in, and the hips were
definitely becoming fuller. The model was her! She ran her hands
over her breasts, down her stomach, and around to her buttocks. The
whole pass gave her two pieces of information. She could feel her
body actually changing, and she was very turned on. She had to
resist the temptation to ask Wesley to help her again.
"Ah, the body is converting denser muscle tissue into fat cells. The
loss of muscle tone accounts for the illusion of her looking taller.
And man do her legs look good! I wonder how far she can go?
Computer raise level of emitter by two times." He turned to her. The
blue light filled the entire lab, and Ro began screaming in pleasure.
Her body began to grow at a tremendous rate.
After about a minute her breasts were too large for her to even put her
arms around them. He waist was obscenely tiny, and as an added
bonus her long hair was now over a meter long. The growth had
stopped. "I guess her body will not convert any more tissue. My my,
now you I would love to fuck. Computer, scan patient." He began to
tap the key pad. The virus construction screen came up. After a
minute the screen blinked 'Working'.
End Part 6
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