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Wesley's Break, Part Seven
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Part 7 - Revelations
After a refreshing shower, Beverly felt a little better. Her muscles
had been fairly tight before, but the shower had washed away some
of the tension from earlier. Considering what she had been through
just hours earlier, she did not want to be with a large crowd of people,
but she had agreed to go and see Data play a concert in Ten Forward.
She put on one of her more casual outfits, a light blue skirt, with a
heavier woven short sleeve sweater. She checked the time, and
headed off to Ten Forward.
Deanna woke up, she was still naked, and the coffee table was on the
floor.
She got up and thought that she would take a shower. Suddenly the
computer chimed, "1730 hours. This is a reminder that you are
supposed to be in Ten Forward." She had completely forgotten about
Data's concert. 'Oh well, he wasn't one to hold a grudge. I'll still
make it for the second movement.' She decided since she was late
already, she would swing by Wesley's quarters to have a little talk,
and see if he wanted to go to the concert.
Deanna pulled on her uniform, cleaned up a bit, and checked with the
computer.
"Computer, current location of Cadet Crusher."
"Cadet Wesley Crusher is currently in Med Lab 3."
Beverly was right. He was still working, maybe she should plan a
little more time with him.
As Troi walked down the corridor, she stopped and checked her
uniform. For a moment it felt like s dress was brushing against her
legs. She stopped and patted down her uniform. 'Something strange
is going on here. I'll have to look in on this after I talk to Wesley.'
Beverly arrived at Ten Forward. She saw Guinan behind the counter.
"Guinan? I thought the concert was going to begin soon."
"Oh you didn't hear. It has been about an hour. One of the quartet
members had to run a few tests or something. Is there something I
can get you?"
"Something strong, and not synthehol. I want the real stuff."
"Beverly, I wouldn't recommend it. Is there something you would like
to talk about?"
Beverly suddenly remembered her little chat with Deanna, and the
results. "Uh, no. Just a drink. Please."
Without another word Guinan brought her a bottle of purplish colored
liquid and a glass. Beverly quickly drank a glass, and refilled it from
the bottle.
Troi was waiting to get onto the turbolift when a strange taste came
into her mouth. It was a little sweet and it had a strange taste.
The doors opened and she entered. "Med Lab 3." The doors closed
and she was whisked off. She began to itch her shoulders, and the
top of her chest. 'Boy this wool is uncomfortable.' She wasn't
wearing any wool, it was her uniform.
Something is definitely wrong. I'll have a nurse look at me after I go
to the lab.
Beverly was glad she had worn the skirt. She could feel a slight
breeze that helped to cool her off. The soft woolen top was not a
good idea. She was already flushed, and she was only getting
hotter. She picked up her drink and bottle, and walked over to a table
that was a little more out of the way. She must have stood up too
fast, as her head spun for a moment. She leaned on the bar, quickly
recovered and made her way to the table. It was darker over there,
and she was grateful or that.
The turbolift stopped, and the doors opened. Troi moved through
them, and suddenly her head was swimming. She closed her eyes
and put a hand against the wall. With her eyes closed she could see
Ten Forward with perfect clarity. She was working her way over to a
table, and sitting down. It was a little dark, but she could see almost
the whole room, with people being able to clearly see her.
She opened her eyes, and hurried to Med Lab 3. Her walk was a little
staggered, but she made it to the lab. The doors didn't open at first,
so she hit the call button on the pad on the wall.
Inside the lab Wesley heard a chime. He quickly tore himself away
from his subject. "Computer, identify person at the door."
"Ship's Counselor Deanna Troi."
"Great. Computer lower light level in this room, but continue
stimulation.
Reconfigure dampening field to block sound." He said this as he
made his way to the doors. The computer complied and Ro's moans
were muted.
The doors whisked open, and Wesley got a very nice surprise.
Deanna had her eyes closed, was panting heavily, and was very
flushed. "Come in Counselor. I'm sorry about the doors, Mom must
have set them up before she left so no one would bother me." He
knew full well it was a lie, but he had to think fast.
"Wesley." She said it more like a breath that a word. "I need help.
Get the nurse." Wesley didn't say anything, he just took her by the
arm and led her to his lab. He helped her up onto a bed that was
facing away from Ro.
"Wesley. Thank you. Now please, get the nurse."
"I have already summoned one, she will be here in a few minutes.
Mom was in charge of this lab today, but she left a little while ago.
Why don't you tell me what's wrong, and I can help out before they
get here."
"OK. I feel strange. My head feels like it's filled with feathers. The
strangest thing is that when I close my eyes, it feels like I am
someone else." She closed her eyes. A hand brushed away some of
the red hair in her eyes. "I think the person has either dark brown or
reddish hair." Suddenly the view shifted down to the blank table. In it
she could see a reflection.
It was Beverly!
"Beverly?" She said.
"Beverly? You mean my mom?" Wesley started laughing. "This is
better than I ever expected. Now that's another side effect to note."
"What do you mean Wesley? I feel so warm all over. Help me."
Wesley helped all right. He had this little theory, and he wanted to
test it out. As he unzipped the front of her uniform he said,
"Computer, access health readings from Doctor Beverly Crusher's
badge and display on station 7.
Her readings were surprising, but expected. All of the signs pointed
to the fact that she was drunk. He current state must be fairly similar
to Troi's right now. Troi was now helping Wesley with her uniform.
'Was it really that obvious to him. He must be part empathic as well.
I feel so strange.'
She was now laying back in her underwear panting in anticipation.
Beverly was sitting in the corner of the room still. Half of the bottle
was gone, and she had full intentions to finish the rest off as well. As
she sat there, it felt as if she were naked. She ran her hand over the
front of the shirt, and down between her legs. She confirmed that she
was wearing clothes, but the sensation was wonderful. The far side
of the room began to fill in anticipation of the concert, but fortunately
it looked like no one had seen her.
Wesley wasn't in too much foreplay with this one. The only way to
test his theory was to over stimulate. He began to lick and kiss her
wonderful tits.
Her bra was a simple one piece that wrapped all the way around and
seem to force the form of her breasts. He thought they were
impressive behind the uniform, but now, wow. This was always a
dream of his. She had always worn those revealing outfits that
showed off more leg and cleavage than anyone else on the ship. He
could see her nipples through the top. He could wait before just
fucking her. He grabbed the bottom of the bra and raised it over her
head. They popped free, and settled off to the sides of chest. He
continued to rub and suck. She was on the brink right now, but
Wesley wanted to hold back for his own pleasure.
She turned to him and said in a strong and firm tone, "Now!"
Beverly was idly rubbing the sides of her legs. It felt wonderful, like
someone was paying close attention to her breasts, whatever this
drink was, she was going to have to thank Guinan. Then she saw
Commander Riker talking to Guinan. He looked over at her and came
over.
"Beverly, is there something wrong. Do you want to talk?" Riker
asked her.
"No Will. I'm just working a few things out. I'll be fine. Please, just
go back to the others, and please don't tell them I'm here. I just want
some time alone." She took a sip of her drink.
"OK, but at least..."
"Now!" cutting him off.
She didn't know what came over her, but it got the point across.
Riker shrugged and walked back to group of people. She hoped he
couldn't hear her when she let out a little gasp as the sensation of
something tugging and pulling at her nipples occurred.
She didn't care at this point. She was pretty sure she was secluded
enough to get away with some things. She hiked up her dress up to
her waist and partially pushed her panties aside. The chairs on the
other side of the table blocked anyone from seeing anything.
She put one hand on her waist and began brushing her clit.
"Ah! How did you do that?" Deanna blurted out.
"Do what?" He was truly confused.
" I just felt you massage my clit, but both hands were on my
bre...ah." She closed her eyes. What she saw astounded her. She
was looking down at Beverly's completely exposed crotch. Her hand
was moving slowly around her clit and up and down her slit.
"Beverly!"
"What is it Deanna? Tell me." To help her along he added to her
sensations as he rubbed the outside of her panties.
"I see Beverly's vagina. Her skirt is rolled up, and her panties are
pulled down a little. Her hand is rubbing herself. Oh, it feels so real.
I can actually feel it." She opened her eyes.
"No," said Wesley, "keep them closed. I want to know what happens.
What do you see now." Wesley slipped a hand inside of her panties
and plunged a finger into her cunt.
"Oooo." She cried out.
"Tell me." Wesley commanded.
"I saw the ceiling, and then she looked around for a moment. She
seems to be looking to see if any saw anything."
'This is perfect revenge.' Thought Wesley. 'I will embarrass her for
all the times she embarrassed me.' "Keep telling me everything."
"Yes, just don't stop. She is looking around. She sees some people
looking at her. She is getting up. The skirt hesitates for a moment
before falling down. She sees some of the men smirking at her. My
cheeks are warm. She's blushing! She hurries towards the door."
"Not so fast mom." smiled Wesley. He plunged another finger into
Troi's increasingly hot cunt and moves them around. He also grabs
a nipple with his teeth and pulls. Troi gasps again.
"..so good. She stops next to the door. She is dropping to one knee.
I can feel her hand cupping her crotch. Someone else is there now.
It looks like Guinan. I can hear her." Troi began carrying on a
conversation.
"'Are you ok Beverly? I warned you about drinking.'
'What was in that drink? I feel so strange. I'm very warm, and...'
'It was a bottle of wine that I poured into a liquor bottle.'
'It is some wine!'"
Wesley could stand it no longer, it was time for the big show. He
climbed up on the bed and straddled Troi. He grabbed her panties,
and ripped them off.
Then he slowly put himself into her. It must agonizingly slow for his
'partners', but he felt like he was going to explode.
Deanna tried the best she could to describe what was going on, but it
was mostly broken speech at this point. "So good...She's on her
knees. We are cumming. ugh!" He felt her muscles contract.
"Still going. Hands on my breasts. Guinan pulling me behind bar.
My top is off. God, it feels so good. I'm writing on the floor. I'll throw
the top on the floor."
Wesley realized that her link was so strong she thought she was his
mom. He had yet another idea. "No Troi, throw it over the bar."
"Yesss. over the bar."
Back in Ten Forward there had been quite a commotion, but Guinan
had assured everyone everything was fine. The bar seems to
successfully block the noises.
Guinan was shocked to see Beverly on the floor wiggling around.
She was pulling her top off. She threw the top over the bar, and it hit
an unsuspecting ensign. He looked over quizzically.
Suddenly Beverly hoisted herself to a rather weak standing position.
Everyone in the room had a fairly good view of her breasts, but she
didn't care. The show was just beginning.
"Yes Deanna. This is just a fantasy. Climb up on the bar. It is much
more comfortable for you." Wesley had had slowed himself down in
order not to orgasm too quickly. He had decided to see how far this
link went between the two women.
Beverly put a knee on the counter behind the bar, and climbed up.
The ensign and his friend helped to pull her up. The music at the
other end of the room had held most everyone's attention to this
point, but once Beverly pushed all of the drinks off of the bar, the
crash got everyone's attention.
There was the Chief Medical Officer, her breasts were completely
exposed. She was lying on her back with a leg of either side of the
bar. Both hands her caressing her breasts, and she was obviously
close to her second ground moving orgasm of the day. As everyone
watched. She sat up, rocked forward as if giving one last thrust, and
screamed at the top of her lungs. She then fell forward and closed
her eyes.
Even though Beverly's eyes were closed, she could see the inside of
a Med lab for a moment, and her son's grinning face.
End Part 7
Part 8 - Damage Control
Wesley had monitored his mother's progress throughout the night.
According to the medical logs, they had chalked this up to the
alcohol. The captain had a note made in her record that she has
some kind of an allergy to it. She had been taken back to her
quarters with orders to see the counselor, have a physical, and to
take a week off. She was in no shape to argue, and it wouldn't have
done any good anyway. He was pleased with his work. He didn't
know why, but he had gotten a great deal of pleasure from his
mother's degradation.
He had turned his attention back to his two patients in the lab. He
only had about an hour's worth of sleep, but it didn't matter. He was
not in the least tired. As a matter of fact, the longer he was awake,
the more inspired his work became. He knew that his initial
experiment had become a complete success. Now he had to fix the
'mistakes' he had made. It wasn't that he wasn't pleased with the
results, but there would be problems if it ever got out when he had
been doing.
His first action was to give Troi the 'cure'. To his horror, as he
watched the reaction to the cure he noticed something significant.
The virus had actually built up an immunity to his cure. The results
of the battle were quite evident. Troi's hair had turned green. Not a
subtle shade either. He could also see that it had turned all of her
hair green. Wesley was beginning to panic. The cure had always
been his savior. No matter how badly he screwed up, he coded the
virus so that it could be destroyed by a certain chemical combination.
The virus had somehow changed itself to resist the chemicals. Now
he was going to have his work cut out for him.
Beverly woke up very late the next morning. She went in and had a
very long shower. She didn't recall the entire night, but she new
enough not to go near sickbay or Ten Forward for a while. She went
over to the replicator after she had finished up and ordered a strong
black coffee. It was going to be a little while before she could look at
food. She had thought about going to sickbay to get something for
the headache, but she figured she deserved it, and she would suffer.
As she drank the large cup of coffee one thing kept popping into her
mind, the image of her son standing over her in the Med Lab.
"Computer, current location of Wesley Crusher?"
"Wesley Crusher is in Med Lab 3."
"Computer? How long has Mr. Crusher been at that location?"
"Approximately 39 hours."
'He never left yesterday. I will have to have a talk with him...this
afternoon.' She finished off her coffee, and proceeded to have two
more.
Wesley had at least come up with a quick fix for Deanna. He had
gotten her hair color back to it's original color, and had used his
mother's notes to erase her short term memory. It had been a risky
gamble, but he was desperate. He laid her down on one of the beds
in the lab on the other side of the office. He let her wake up at her
own speed.
"What happened?" She said.
"Counselor, it's me Wesley. Are you OK?"
"I guess so. What happened?"
"You came to the door last night, and when I opened it you passed
out. I carried you to one of the lab beds, and let you sleep. I checked
with the nursing staff, and they said to just relax and rest and you
should be OK. They said it was just a case of overexertion. You will
be fine."
"I guess I should schedule an appointment to come in?"
"No, they said just take some time off, and come in for a physical in a
week or so." He tensed up. "Do you remember anything at all from
last night?"
"No, the last thing I remember is leaving my quarters to come talk to
you."
"Well don't bother yourself with me for now. I will promise to take it
easy, OK? I know my mom put you up to this, and I will have a talk
with her. Now go back to your quarters and take it easy. Do you
need any help?"
"No. I'm fine, just a little sore. I can make it. Thank you very much
Wesley."
"My pleasure ma'am." Wesley said as she walked out. He figured if
she didn't remember about the link, it bought him some time to try to
find a fix. He heard a beep in the other room.
He walked into the room, and a terminal blinked "Second through
fourth test viruses generated." Wesley looked at the readout. He had
forgotten about his mom. The terminal had shown that she used the
replicator three times this morning. 'Oh no.' He had forgotten to turn
that off. He said quickly, "Computer, Cancel test virus program.
Remove links to the replicator system." He had figured that's how the
counselor had gotten the virus too, he had seen the alarm go off
yesterday for her quarters when his mom had accessed the
replicator. He had no idea what three separate variations would do to
her, but he would find out. But for now he had other concerns in the
other room.
Ro Laren was still asleep on the bed. After Wesley had her in a
highly aroused state for over a hour, it knocked the wind out of her.
Wesley had devised a quick fix for her as well. He took the
hypospray with the fix and put it to her arm. She suddenly shot up
with a start.
"What is that? Another one of you experiments, doctor?" Sarcasm
had always rubbed him the wrong way.
"In a way yes." He pressed the button and injected her. "I guess we
both figured out that your shape is dependent on how aroused you
are. I couldn't get rid of that virus, so I made another one as a kind of
work around. You should feel it soon." He turned away to look at the
monitors.
A minute later she gasped for a little air. He turned to watch the
results.
Before his eyes she began filling out slowly. After a few minutes she
was back to the original Ro. She also had a little sweat on her cheek.
" And there you are. The original Ro Laren, maybe a little better." He
tried to lighten up the situation.
"My shape is back, but I feel so strange. What did you do?"
"Simple I have caused just enough of an imbalance to stimulate you.
That should keep you at the correct size, not to mention make you a
little friendlier." It was cruel, but he needed to put her back in place.
"But what happens if I... You know."
"Oh this?" he said as he turned the emitter on low setting. She
closed her eyes and opened them. Her breasts were a little larger.
"Just don't stare at the men too long, and you should be OK. By the
way, whoever you choose to mate with is going to owe me alot. But
I'll settle for this on the short term." He brought the emitter up to full
strength and made preparations to erase her short term memory.
He turned to her as he held the equipment, sighed for a moment, and
then gave her a sedative. He got to work erasing her short term
memory, and making arrangements for a cover story.
Wesley left Ro sedated in her cabin. It had taken sometime, but she
shouldn't recall anything. Now Wesley had the unhappy task of
checking in on his mother.
He made his way down to her cabin and chimed the door, no answer.
He did it twice more, and then he began to worry. He knew his
mothers door code and used it to get in. The cabin looked all right.
On the table he noticed an empty cup of coffee, and his mother's
bathrobe, but he still didn't see her.
"Mom? It's me Wesley. Are you OK?" Wesley rounded into her
bedroom and saw a shape move under the covers. 'Oh boy. I hope
it's not too bad.' He reached for the cover, and her heard a gentle
moan. He froze for a second, closed his eyes, and then pulled the
covers all the way back. When he opened his eyes he was shocked.
This was not his mother. What he saw before him was a girl about
seventeen, with bright red hair. She was lying completely naked
under the covers, and sleeping soundly.
End Part 8
Part 9 - Changes
Wesley couldn't believe his eyes. The female in the bed did have
red hair, but beyond that there was no other indications that this was
his mother. She was quite obviously asleep, and then rolled onto her
back. Her hair was glorious. It came to just below her shoulders,
was curly, and partially hid her face.
"Oh my." was all Wesley could say. She must have heard him
because she began to stir. Wesley quickly threw the covers back
over her, and backed out of the room. He heard her yawn, and then
move off of the bed. He made the choice to quietly exit the room.
Outside of the quarters Wesley waited a minute and then rang the
chime. The doors slid open.
"Mom? Are you hear? Are you OK?" He looked into the room fully
expecting to she the girl in complete shock, what he saw was the girl
walking out of the bedroom in the robe that was on the table.
"Yes, of course. I have a little headache, from... Well I have had a
couple of cups of coffee, and a little sleep. All in all, I feel pretty
good. I guess it's time for that little talk."
She took Beverly's characteristic position of sitting in the chair, and
pulling on leg up to the seat. She placed her chin on her knee, and
laced her fingers around her leg. Wesley could see that the robe
was a bit large than before, and he could also see a bit of exposed
leg. He moved over to the couch slowly, as to not show his erection.
He had already seen her naked, but in this pose, with her hair
slightly mussed, he was barely able to contain himself.
She wanted him to set the pace of the conversation, she just sat and
smiled. Wesley on the other hand was as nervous as the first time
her stepped on the bridge. At one moment he felt he was staring, the
next he thought it was too obvious that he wasn't looking at her. He
didn't feel comfortable feeling the part of the submissive, so he
decided to turn the situation around.
"Are you sure you are OK? I had heard that something happened last
night. I also heard you were taken off active duty for a while." He
already knew the response, but seeing the lovely creature before him
squirm was pleasurable.
"I had a little, reaction, to something Guinan gave me. It was nothing
too serious," she said as she began blushing, "but the captain
thought it would be best for me to take some time off. Plus with
sickbay getting an overhaul, they don't really need me."
She was referring to the fact that the main sickbay was off-line for
system's upgrades. The satellite Med lab's had been set up as
temporary sickbays, and Dr. Crusher took the remotest station to get
some paperwork done. With the ship doing some light scientific
research in a previously explored system, it gave the crew time to
relax, and so she extended the same luxury to her staff as well. The
crew had been alerted, and any serious medical problems
immediately triggered the computer.
"I haven't really had the chance to thank you for the use of the lab. I
guess I have been really stressed out lately." He didn't know why,
but he didn't mean anything he was saying. Even at this moment his
mind was giving him ideas for his next scheme. He couldn't tear
himself away from her eyes. He could also she her slender hand
twirling a strand of her hair. It was incredibly erotic.
"I guess I understand Wesley. I'm sorry if you think that I am
embarrassing you sometimes, but I am your mother, and I love you."
'Yeah you sure don't look like my mother.' Wesley smiled to himself.
Then he noticed something interesting happening. She was growing,
not like Ro's sexually accelerated growth, but a natural, maturing
growth. Her hair was lightening and straightening. Her voice
lowered slightly.
"I'm glad we had this talk. I really do love you." She stood up and
opened her arms. He noticed that the robe had to be pulled up her
arms a little bit because it was much larger on her, and it was slowly
pulling itself off of the floor. He stood up and gave her a hug. He
could feel her breasts expanding a little and becoming firmer under
the pressure of the hug. It was the most erotic thing he had ever
experienced. He came in his pants.
"Now get going. Computer, time?"
No response from the computer. She glanced at him. 'It doesn't
recognize her!' panicked Wesley.
"Uh, it's almost 11 o'clock. I can see the display on the replicator. It
must have something to do with the system checks." He mentally
crossed his fingers.
"Oh, I have to get moving. I have some things to do." She turned to
go into the bedroom. She was still a few years shy of her true age,
and still going, but up until now she hadn't seen herself. He
wondered if she even suspected what was happening to her. He had
to try to figure out what was happening to her, before she did.
"Wesley!" she yelled from the other room.
He fought the temptation to run. "Yeah mom?" Now he was in for it.
He saw her familiar mature face pop around the corner, "Try not to
spend so much time in the lab. Rumor has it there are some pretty
girls on this ship."
He didn't say anything but smiled and walked out of the room.
End Part 9
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