Back in the Bridge.
Sara was looking at the viewscreen as her ship, the WRS Armadillo, was approaching the M-class planet. She was feeling a strange sensation in her chest, and her hips were feeling a little wider than usual. Her breasts were now a D-cup, and her nipples were hard as diamonds. The expansion isn't painful, but pleasurable. And that’s the infuriating part. It’s a constant, low-grade pressure, like being slowly filled with warm water while standing in a slightly too-tight corset, and it made her womanhood throb.
She ignored the sensation and focused on the mission at hand. "Ensign Martinez, status report."
"The planet is 2 light-years away, Captain. We will arrive in 3 hours," Sonya said from her station. Her voice was a little higher than usual, and her face was flushed. Her breasts were now a C-cup, and her hips were wider. Whatever looseness she had in her uniform was now gone, and the fabric was stretched tight across her new, curvy figure.
Sara nodded, trying to ignore the way her own uniform felt tighter. "Ensign Mandas, scan the planet for any signs of life."
"Aye, Captain. Scanning now," Petra replied. Her voice was a little breathy, and her hands were shaking slightly as she worked the console. She wanted to touch herself to stop the annoying itch in her crotch, but she resisted the urge and focused on her duty. She was hoping that she could relieve herself in her quarters soon. As long as she doesn't make her Captain wait too long.
The bridge was quiet for a few moments, the only sound being the soft hum of the ship's systems. The crew was trying their best to act normal, but the effects of the malfunctioning nanobots were becoming harder to ignore. Sara's mind kept going back to the alien they had on board. She needed to question it, but she couldn't stop thinking about what she would do if it tried to escape or if it tried to harm her crew.
'But what if it doesn't? What if it is friendly? No, I can't take that chance. I need to be strong for my crew.'
"Ahem!?" Sara cleared her throat and brushed her long black hair out of her face again. She tapped her earpiece to speak to Specs. "Lieutenant Commander Price, what's your status?"
Leanna's voice came over the comms, a little strained. "I'm in my quarters, Captain. I'm trying to fix the nanobots, but I'm having a little... trouble."
"Trouble? What kind of trouble?" Sara asked, raising an eyebrow. Her tone was stern, but she couldn't help but feel a little concerned for her friend.
"..."
"Specs!?"
"Huh!? Um? C-Concentrating! I'm having trouble concentrating! The side effects are... distracting. I'll have a solution soon, I promise," Leanna replied, her voice a little gaspy.
Sara sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. 'Is she?... Ugh! We don't have time for this. We need to figure out what's going on with those nanobots, and we need to do it now.'
"Understood. Keep me updated, Specs. Bridge out." Sara tapped her earpiece again and leaned back in her chair, which wasn't as restful as she thought it would be, as she felt a little pressure on her rear, and it was her panties slowly getting swallowed up by her plumper cheeks. "Gah!? You've got to be kidding me!? Augh!"
"Captain, are you alright?" Kelli asked, turning her head to look at her. Her face was flushed, and her eyes were a little glazed over. This chapter was copied from g.com without permission.
Sara waved her off, not wanting to draw attention to her own struggles. "I'm fine, Ensign Kelli. Just a little... discomfort. Nothing to worry about."
The Helmsperson, Kelli Murphy, shifted in her seat, her body's restless motion a testament to a discomfort that went beyond the subtle vibration of the starship's deck. The familiar weight of her tactical utility harness, a second skin throughout her career, had become an unwelcome constraint. The once-perfect fit was now a prison of nylon and polymer, its geometry altered by the recent, undeniable changes to her own form.
The wide shoulder strap, designed to sit cleanly across her clavicle, now bit into the soft swell of her chest. Below, the lower band cinched tight, carving a sensitive line beneath the burgeoning weight of her breasts. The harness, in its rigid design, acted as a crude shelf, forcing the mounds of flesh upward and together. They strained against the dark gray fabric of her flight suit, their rounded, taut shape creating a silhouette that was both unfamiliar and impossible to ignore. Each slight movement sent a new wave of sensation, a friction that was part chafe, part stimulus, through her, making the sensitive peaks of her nipples press insistently against the thin material, a faint but distinct shadow betraying her reaction to the unyielding pressure. A flush crept up her throat, her usual composure fracturing under the relentless, intimate assault.
A soft, almost inaudible gasp escaped her lips before she could stop it. She swallowed, trying to find her center, to regain the professional calm that defined her.
"Is it... the nanobots, Captain?" Kelli's voice emerged as a whisper, thin and strained, each word trembling with the effort of maintaining control while her own body waged a silent, distracting war against her.
"Haah... Yes, Ensign... We might need to fabricate new clothes when the computer is fully back online... You know you can remove that harness if it's hurting you." Sara's voice was a low rumble, a testament to her own struggle against the physiological chaos. She remained in her command chair, a pillar of stoic resolve, her posture straight and rigid, a stark contrast to the turmoil she was hiding.
"Y-Yes, Captain... It's just... protocol." The word was a flimsy shield. But for some odd, strange reason, Kelli was enjoying how her growing chest was so sensitive and how it made her womanhood tingle with an excitement she couldn't describe. But she couldn't bring herself to disobey a direct order, even an implied one. To remove the harness would be to admit defeat, to give in to the physical weakness the nanobots were inflicting. It was a matter of pride, of discipline. She was a Republic officer; she would endure. And... Explore these new feelings a bit longer.
A pop of a belt buckle was heard from Ensign Petra's station. Her stoic expression was cracked as her belt couldn't take the pressure of her wider hips, and it flew off like a rocket, hit the ceiling, and fell to the floor. Her face flushed with embarrassment as she quickly moved her hands to cover her waist. "Sorry, Captain. My belt just gave out. I'll have to fix it."
Sara closed her eyes and tried to suppress a groan. "We'll take a short break and check in on Lieutenant Mira. She doesn't have her coms on, and I want to know what the status update is on that handsom—Ugh... Th-The alien." Sara stood up and stretched her back, feeling her breasts jiggle with the movement. She was feeling a strange sensation in her chest, and her hips were feeling wider. She needed to get to the bottom of this and fast. 'Dammit! Does nanotech really prevent our bodies from changing this much? A-And why did I almost call that alien handsome? It's not like I'm attracted to it. I just... I just want to know what it's planning. And what it feels like to have its strong hands on my body—Gah! Sara! Get a grip!'
"Alright, Lieutenant Rackham. I think we need to have rest rotations. Do you want to take first shift?" she said, her voice a little strained as she tried to ignore the warmth spreading between her legs. She needed some alone time to understand what was happening to her.
"Uh? Y-Yes, Captain. I can take the first shift. You should rest. You've been on the bridge for over 6 hours." Stacy responded, her voice a little shaky as she was feeling the effects of the nanobots herself. Her breasts were now catching up to the Captain's, and her hips were wider. She was feeling a strange sensation in her crotch, and she couldn't help but shift in her seat, trying to ignore the wetness between her legs. And her blonde ponytail had grown longer and was getting messy from all the shifting in her seat. "I can handle things for a few hours."
Sara nodded and walked towards the turbolift, her hips swaying a little more than usual. She couldn't help but feel a little self-conscious about her body's changes. She was always proud of her athletic figure, and now she felt like she was losing control. "Ensign Martinez... You take a break too, unless there's something on the nav system I should know about."
"No, Captain. The nav system is running smoothly, and I'll let you know if anything changes," Sonya replied, her eyes following the Captain as she walked. She didn't know why, but was feeling a little jealous of the Captain's figure, which was becoming more and more feminine and curvy. She couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to have a body like that. "I'll stay on the bridge for a bit longer. I want to check the readings again."
"Very well, Ensign. You have the bridge, Lieutenant Rackham. I'll be in my quarters if you need me." Sara stepped into the turbolift and pressed the button for her quarters. The doors closed, and the lift started to move. She leaned against the wall and closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. 'I need to figure this out and soon. We can't afford to have our crew distracted like this. Especially if that alien decides to make a move.'
The turbolift stopped, and the doors opened. Sara walked out and headed to her quarters. Her uniform was feeling tighter and tighter, and the buttons on her shirt were straining. She could feel her breasts getting heavier and her hips getting wider. 'I need to get out of this uniform and into something more comfortable.'
She entered her quarters and closed the door behind her. The room was dark, with only the light from the stars shining through the window. Sara walked over to her bed and sat down, letting out a sigh of relief as she unbuttoned her uniform top. There was a loud popping sound with each button that was released, and her breasts bounced free. She looked down at them and noticed that they had grown a full cup size since the last time she had checked. 'Damn, these things are heavy. And they're so sensitive.' She reached up and cupped one of them, feeling the weight in her hand. Her nipple was hard and aching for attention.
'N-Now I know why the nanotech was suppressing our growth. If we had to deal with this every day, we wouldn't get anything done.' Sara's mind was racing as she was trying to understand what was happening to her body. She knew that the nanobots were malfunctioning and causing her to go through a second puberty, but she couldn't understand why her body was reacting this way. 'Maybe it's a defense mechanism? Or did all womankind have to deal with bodies like this before the nanobots?' This story is hosted at g.com.
She let go of her breast and stood up, taking off her uniform pants. She looked at herself in the mirror and saw that her hips had widened and her butt had gotten rounder. Her thighs were thicker, and her legs were longer. She ran her hands over her body, feeling the new curves and softness. 'I-I've never felt so... feminine before.'
A shiver ran down her spine, and she couldn't help but feel a little aroused by her own reflection. She reached down and touched her pussy, feeling the wetness that had gathered there. She bit her lip and let out a soft moan as she started to rub her clit. She couldn't remember the last time she had felt this horny, and she couldn't help but wonder if it had something to do with the nanobots or if she had always been like this and the bots just suppressed it. 'It doesn't matter. I need to take care of this before I go crazy.'
She moved back to the bed and lay down, spreading her legs wide. She closed her eyes and imagined a pair of strong hands running over her body, a deep, masculine voice whispering in her ear. She pictured a muscular body on top of hers, a hard phallic object sliding into her wet pussy. They were forgotten feminine instincts that were now coming back to her in full force. She was a woman, and she needed a man to take care of her. She needed him to make love to her and give her what she craved. She wanted to feel his warm cum inside of her, filling her up and marking her as his.
'W-Why am I thinking like this? I've never had these thoughts before... AUGH!? I-I never liked it when I let a girl finger me before! So why am I fingering myself!? And why does it feel so good!?' Sara was confused and aroused at the same time. She couldn't understand why she was feeling this way, but she couldn't stop herself from continuing.
Her fingers moved faster, rubbing her clit in circles as she imagined her lover's thick cock thrusting into her. She could almost feel it, stretching her, filling her. Submitting to something more powerful than her. Which was odd because she thought that she liked to be the dominant one in her past relationships. But now she wanted to be dominated and taken care of. She wanted to be held and cherished, to be loved and protected.
"Oh, Primer... Yes... Harder... Faster..." She moaned, her hips moving to meet her fingers as she imagined her lover's thrusts getting harder and faster. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing up as she got closer to the edge. She was so close to climaxing when a loud beep interrupted her thoughts.
"B-Blast it! Not now!" Sara groaned in frustration and sat up, looking at her comms device on the nightstand. She reached over and picked it up, seeing who was calling her. "What is it, Lieutenant!" She said with a bit of frustration in her tone.
"Ma'am! It's Ensign Murphy. She has found something in the Med Lab! She said something happened to Lieutenant Mira and Chief Engineer Melanie! The Alien escaped quarantine!" Stacy's voice was urgent and a little panicked.
Sara's eyes widened, her arousal quickly forgotten as she got out of bed and quickly put her uniform back on. She struggled to button her shirt, her breasts making it difficult. "I'm on my way. Lock down the ship and make sure all the crew are at their stations. Don't let anyone leave their posts until I give the order. And tell the Lieutenant Commander to meet me—"
"Lieutenant Commander isn't responding to my comms, Captain! I've tried to reach her a few times now," Stacy interrupted her with a hint of fear in her voice.
"Dammit! Okay, stay on the bridge and keep an eye on things. Tell Ensign Martinez and Murphy to arm themselves and watch your back. I'll meet up with Ensign Mandas... But I feel like we are missing someone?" Sara asked out loud.
"You're talking about the ship's Security Officer Jasmine Muñoz and the Counselor... Ensign Olivia Trace. Olivia supposedly was resting after we brought the alien aboard. And Commander Jasmine was in the training room. I can't reach either of them on comms, Captain."
'Shit! I forgot about them. I hope they are still alright.' Sara tapped her comms and said, "Captain to the ship's computer. What is the current location of Lieutenant Mira Elissa, Chief Engineer Melanie Daz, Lieutenant Commander Leanna Price, Security Officer Jasmine Muñoz, and Counselor Olivia Trace?"
<The ship's computer responded in a calm voice.> "Unable to process your request, Captain. Computer is still in the repair phase after the radiation damage. But the last known location of Lieutenant Elissa and Chief Daz is in the Medical bay. Lieutenant Commander Price is in her quarters. Security Officer Muñoz is in the training room. Counselor Trace's location is unknown."
"Dammit! Stacy, I'm heading out to meet up with Mandas. If you don't hear from me in 15 minutes, assume something has happened to me and that you will be in charge of the ship. Do you understand?" Sara said as she was trying to button up her shirt and failing to do so.
"Yes, Captain! Be safe!" Stacy said with a hint of fear in her voice.
Sara walked out of her quarters and headed towards the Med Bay. She was hoping that the others were alright and that they hadn't encountered the alien. But deep down, she knew that she was too late.