Meanwhile, back at the bridge, Sara was standing behind Kelli at the navigation console, with a hand on her shoulder. Sara was looking at the star map on the main viewscreen. The M-class planet was a few light-years away, and it would take them about 4 hours to get there. Leanna was standing next to her, and she was looking at the data on her tablet.
"Alright, Specs. Give me the good news," Sara said as she was looking at the star map on the main viewscreen.
Leanna looked at her tablet and said, "The good news is that we are clear of the asteroid field, and our systems are back online. The bad news is that our nanobots are still malfunctioning, and our hormones are still going haywire. I need more time to figure out how to fix this, but I'm close to finding a solution."
Sara brushed her growing bangs out of her face and sighed, "Do what you can, Specs. I have faith in you. Just keep me updated on your progress."
"Will do, Captain," Leanna said with a smile as she was looking at the data on her tablet. She was feeling her pussy getting wetter, and she was trying to keep her composure as she was feeling her body getting hotter. Plus, the core of her breasts started to ache for some reason. 'W-Why are my breasts feeling heavy?'
Sara noticed Leanna wince as she was holding her chest and asked, "Are you okay, Specs? You look like you're in pain."
Leanna looked at her and said, "I'm fine, Captain. Just a little tired from all the work I've been doing."
Sara raised an eyebrow and said, "Are you sure? You look like you're in pain. Is it your nanobots?"
"I'm fine, Captain. I just need to sit down for a bit," Leanna said as she was trying to keep a straight face. Her breasts were now D-cup size, and they were starting to ache as the nanobots were restoring her milk glands that had been dormant for her entire life. They pulsated as her hormones were raging and she was feeling her body getting hotter. 'Why am I feeling this way? I've never felt this way before.'
Sara's body was doing better than the others, but it was trying to catch up to the others as her hips were widening, and her butt was becoming more plump. Her proud warrior physique, which was created with the help of her nanobots, was slowly being replaced by a curvier and more feminine body. Her abs were less defined as a soft layer of fat was forming on her stomach. It wasn't much, but it was enough for her to notice as her uniform was feeling tighter around her waist and hips. Her strong jawline was softening, and her high cheekbones were becoming more prominent.
"Alright, but if you need anything, just let me know," Sara said as she was looking at the star map on the main viewscreen. She was trying to keep her mind off of her own changing body, but it was hard to ignore the feeling of her uniform getting tighter around her hips and breasts. 'I need to get this ship to that planet, and then I can focus on fixing this problem with our nanobots. But until then, I need to keep my crew safe and focused on the mission.'
"Aye, Captain. I'll be in my quarters if you need me," Leanna said as she was trying to keep her composure as she was feeling her body getting hotter and her pussy was getting wetter. She needed to use a scientific instrument on herself if she was going to figure out what was happening to her body. Maybe she might need to shove it into her pussy to study these strange fluids. It wasn't like she needed to go to the med bay for this, as she had a private set of medical equipment in her quarters. It was meant for personal use in case of an emergency where she couldn't get to med bay. But now, it was going to be used for her own personal study.
"Very well, Specs. Dismissed," Sara said as she was looking at the star map on the main viewscreen. 'Just stay in control—huh!? Grrr!' Sara's bun came undone as her hair was now longer, and it fell to her shoulders. "Grrr! These stupid nanobots are making my hair longer! I need to get this under control!"
"Captain, are you okay?" Petra asked from her tactical station. She was getting so plump that her belt was now digging into her thick waist, and her breasts were now a full D-cup. Her face was becoming softer and more feminine as her jawline was less defined. Her eyes were getting bigger and more beautiful. Her body was still strong, but it was now more feminine and attractive. Her once buzz-cut chestnut-brown hair was now a bit longer, and it was now in a pixie cut.
"My damn hair came undone! That's all! Now, focus on your station, Ensign!" Sara snapped as she was trying to tie her hair back in a bun. Her fingers were fumbling with the tie, and she was getting frustrated with it. 'Damn it! Why can't I get this right? I've done this a million times before!'
"Y-Yes, Captain," Petra said as she looked at her captain. Read this novel at g.com for the best experience.
Sara's black hair was getting so thick and long that she was struggling to keep it in a bun. She was getting frustrated with it, and she was forced to put it in a ponytail. 'Damn it! I hate having my hair down! It gets in the way, and it's a safety hazard!'
"Captain, I'm picking up some strange readings from the M-Class planet. It seems to have a breathable atmosphere and some strange energy readings that I've never seen before," Sonya said from her station. She was getting so plump that the buttons of her uniform were straining against her breasts and her hips were getting wider. Her once flat chest was now a B-cup, her formerly boyish figure now more feminine and attractive.
"Can you identify the energy readings, Ensign Martinez?" Sara asked as she was looking at the viewscreen. The planet was green and blue, and it had a few white clouds in the sky.
"No, Captain. I've never seen anything like it before," Sonya said as she was looking at the data on her screen.
'Let's hope this planet is safe. I don't want to deal with any more problems today.' Sara thought as she was looking at the star map on the main viewscreen. 'First, this strange radiation field, then the alien, and now our nanobots are malfunctioning. What else could go wrong?'
***
Back in the training quarters of the ship, where the girls would go to practice their combat skills and work out. Security Chief Jasmine Muñoz was on the weight bench and was pressing 300 pounds. Her body was glistening with sweat, and her muscles were bulging. But she was struggling to do her usual 15 reps as her body was changing. Her arms were not as strong as they used to be, but she was still able to lift the weight.
"Grrr! Why can't I do this? I've done this a million times before!" Jasmine said as she was struggling to press the weight.
Her breasts were now B-cup size, and her once proud pecs were now softer and less defined. Her abs were still visible, but they were less defined as a soft layer of fat was forming on her stomach. Her hips were getting wider, and her ass was getting thicker. Her once muscular thighs were now more shapely, and her legs were getting softer.
She was able to finish her last rep and rack the weight. She was panting, and her body was glistening with sweat.
'I-I don't need any stupid machines to tell me that I'm a real woman,' She thought to herself as she was looking at her reflection in the mirror. She saw that her jawline was softer and her cheekbones were getting higher. Her eyes were getting bigger and more beautiful. Her once buzz-cut dark brown hair was now a bit longer, and it was shaggy, with her hair just getting long enough to cover the tips of her ears.
'Stupid nanobots... My drill sergeant would be ashamed to see me like this... But...but why do I feel so...so...alive?'
She couldn't understand why she liked the feeling of her body changing. She liked the feeling of her breasts growing and her hips getting wider. She liked the feeling of her ass getting thicker and her thighs getting softer. She was feeling a strange sensation in her loins, and she couldn't understand why she was feeling this way.
She walked over to the punching bag and started to punch it. Her fists were hitting the bag with less force than usual, but she was still able to make it sway. Follow the newest chapters on novelping.com.
'J-Just ignore it! I'm the security chief, and I need to be strong for my crew! I need to be strong for the Captain!'
She punched the bag a few more times, but her punches were getting weaker and weaker, while her forearms slowly started to lose muscle definition and her hands became smaller and more delicate.
Her mind was racing as she was trying to figure out what was happening to her. She was feeling her body changing, and she was feeling her loins getting wetter.
'S-Stupid nanobots... I'm... I'm so hot!'
She was feeling her body getting hotter, and she was feeling her pussy getting wetter. Her nipples were hard, and her breasts were aching to be touched. She was feeling a strange sensation in her loins, and she couldn't understand why she was feeling this way.
She punched the bag one last time. She hadn't noticed, but she was shrinking, an inch already lost to the transformation.
"You are a beautiful specimen of a warrior." Max's voice was a low rumble, a vibration that seemed to travel through the air itself as he closed the distance between them. His gaze was a slow, deliberate tour, tracing the lines of her shoulders, the taut curve of her waist, the powerful columns of her legs. He felt a slow, thick heat gathering low in his belly, a hardening that pressed insistently against the confines of his uniform. He wanted to map every inch of her with his hands, his mouth.
Jasmine couldn't decipher the guttural syllables, but the tone was unmistakable. The deep timbre of his voice vibrated through the air, a language she couldn't comprehend, yet its cadence was an undeniable command that resonated deep within her bones, sending a delicious shiver down her spine. A strange heat bloomed in her core, a molten warmth that spread outward like ink in water. Her black tank top, once a comfortable second skin, now strained against the swell of her breasts, the fabric pulling taut. A twin ache bloomed in her nipples, hardening into sensitive points that rubbed insistently against the cotton, a friction that sent sharp, tingling sparks straight to the junction of her thighs. Her shorts, too, felt constricting, the denim digging into the soft, burgeoning flesh of her hips, which were widening with a subtle, inexorable pressure. Her thighs brushed together with a new, plush fullness as they shifted, and a slickness gathered between them, a humid warmth that spoke of a readiness her training had never prepared her for.
"W-What is it saying? I-It sounds so… so… commanding. I-I should be offended, but I'm not…" The words were a frantic whisper in her own mind. "G-Get your head in the game! You were trained for threats like this!"
Jasmine forced her limbs to obey, falling into the familiar fighting stance her muscle memory screamed for. Her fists rose, her bare feet planted against the cool ground. But the solid foundation she sought was dissolving from under her. The hard-won definition in her arms and legs seemed to be melting away, replaced by a yielding softness, her muscles losing their sharp edges, blurring into curves that felt alien and profoundly female. Each breath she took seemed to fan the heat within her, and her mind, a battlefield of alarm and a strange, burgeoning acceptance, struggled to find purchase against the tide of sensation.
'I can take it on by myself. I'm still strong enough! I don't need to call in to the captain for help! Yeah! I'm the ship's security chief, and it's my job to protect the crew from any threats.'
She was trying to convince herself that she could take on the Alien, but her body was betraying her. Her legs were shaking, and her knees were weak. She was feeling her pussy getting wetter, and her juices were flowing out of her. She was feeling a strange urge to submit to the Alien and let it do whatever it wanted to her. But her training was kicking in, and she was trying to fight back the urge.
'All I need to do is press the attack! First strike wins the day! Agh! W-why do my legs feel so weak? My shorts feel so tight, and this itch inside me is getting worse. I-I need to stay focused!'