Ensign First Class Petra Mandas was trying to get used to the way her hips swayed as she walked towards the med bay. Her belt was tight around her waist, the pants of her jumpsuit were a little snug, and her shirt was straining at the buttons. She felt a little self-conscious about her body, but she tried to focus on her mission. She needed to check on Lieutenant Mira and the alien to make sure everything was all right. But her mind kept going back to what her body was doing.
'Grrr! How am I supposed to use my rifle with breasts this big? And why are my hips swaying like this? I feel like I'm walking on a rickety rope bridge, not a starship!' She thought as she tried to walk normally, but her hips were no longer narrow and athletic. They were now wide and curvy, and her butt was bigger than before. She felt like she was walking on a pair of soft pillows, and it was making her feel a little wobbly.
She tried to straighten her back and walk with more confidence, but her breasts were bouncing with each step, and the buttons on her jumpsuit were threatening to pop off.
"Fuck... The Lieutenant Commander had better come up with a fix for this shit! At this rate, I'll be stuck in a damn dress like some prissy noble lady!" She muttered to herself, adjusting the straps of her tactical utility harness as she walked. She was feeling a little embarrassed about her body, but she couldn't deny that she was also feeling a little excited. She liked the way her new curves felt and how they made her feel more feminine. To attract someone or something that she didn't understand. A mating ritual that has long been dormant in all women.
'What am I thinking? I'm a soldier, not some space princess. I need to focus on the mission and not on my damn body.'
She reached the doors to the med bay and took a deep breath before entering. She was expecting to see the alien and Lieutenant Mira, but what she found was something completely unexpected.
"What in the void!?" She exclaimed as she looked around the room. It was empty, except for the strange scent in the air. It was a musky, manly smell that made her nose wrinkle. "Eugh! What is that? It smells like... I don't know? I've never smelled anything like it before."
She walked further into the room, her hand on her hip and her sidearm at the ready. The lights were dim to low level, and the ship's computer was still in the middle of rebooting itself. She couldn't see anything out of the ordinary, except for a few scattered pieces of clothing and a tablet on the floor.
'Where is Lieutenant Mira, and where is the alien?'
With each step she took to get into the center of the exam room, the stronger that scent got. It was a smell that she couldn't describe, but it made her body feel warm and tingly. She felt her nipples getting hard and her pussy getting wet, but she didn't understand why.
"This smell... It's making me feel... strange. What is going on?" She asked herself as she felt a strange heat building in her belly. She tried to ignore it and focus on her mission, but her body reacted to the scent in ways she couldn't control. She licked her lips, tasting the musky air, and felt a shiver run down her spine. 'Gah! My body is betraying me! I need to find the Lieutenant and get out of here before this smell gets to me even more!'
She walked over to the wall terminal with caution, her heart beating fast in her chest. She needed to turn on the lights and, hopefully, the security footage. She tapped the screen, but it wasn't responding. "Come on, you stupid piece of junk! Turn on!" She slapped the screen, but it still didn't work.
"That's just great! The stupid radiation must have fried the whole system. Now I have to do this the old-fashioned way."
She turned on the flashlight on her sidearm and shone it around the room. She saw a door that was slightly ajar and decided to check it out. She was about to call out for Lieutenant Mira, but she thought better of it and decided to keep quiet. 'I don't want to alert the alien if it's still in here. I need to be careful.'
She approached the door and pushed it open with her gun raised. She peered inside and saw a bed with a lump under the covers. The musky scent was so thick, so disgusting, so... alluring.
"Who's there!? Show yourself!" She demanded, pointing her gun at the bed.
There was a slight movement, and a head poked out from under the covers. It was Melanie, but she looked so different. Her short bob cut was now long and wavy, her face was softer and more feminine, her body was curvier and fuller, and her face had a goofy look of satisfaction. She cooed in her sleep as she shifted in the bed, showing off her massive breasts.
"Soo... Full... Zzzzz..." She mumbled, her eyes closed and her mouth slightly open.
Petra blinked in shock, not believing what she was seeing. She lowered her gun and walked closer to the bed, her curiosity getting the better of her. "Chief Engineer Daz? Is that you? What happened to you? Where is Lieutenant Mira? And where is the alien?"
She shook Melanie's shoulder, trying to wake her up, but the engineer was out cold. Petra finally noticed the tattered remains of her jumpsuit and the state of undress she was in. "What in Valba happened here? Did the alien do... Huh?..."
Suddenly, the sheet that was covering Melanie fell to the side, showing her full glory. Petra took a step back, and her face flushed red with embarrassment. She had never seen another woman with proportions like that before, and she couldn't help but stare. Melanie's breasts were massive and round, her nipples were hard and perky, her waist was tiny, and her hips were wide and curvy. Her butt was so plump and juicy that it looked like two melons attached to her back. And the oddest part was her lower abdomen. It looked slightly bloated, as if someone had filled her with a gallon of fluid.
"The in the void?... Did... Did the alien stuff her with something?" She whispered to herself. Petra knew she should call in immediately. To warn the captain and crew, but her curiosity was getting the better of her. She needed to know what happened, and she needed to know why Melanie was looking so satisfied.
She walked to the foot of the bed and took a closer look at the engineer's pussy. It was shaved clean, and the lips were pink and swollen. They were also slick and shiny with some kind of fluid, and a thick stream of white cream was leaking from her, staining the sheets.
It was a disgusting sight. Something that should have sickened her. But that musky aroma in the air made her feel... warm. It made her feel curious and excited. It was so different from her own body, yet so beautiful. She felt a strange urge to touch it, to feel it, to taste it.
Petra closed her eyes and inhaled deeply, feeling her senses go into overdrive. Her head was spinning, her body was tingling, and her pussy was throbbing. She was losing control of herself, and she didn't care.
'Damn... This aroma isn't so bad. It's like a drug... I'm feeling so hot and bothered.'
She opened her eyes and noticed that Melanie's pussy was still leaking that white fluid, and it was dripping onto the floor. She followed the trail and saw a puddle of it near the foot of the bed.
'W-What is that white stuff? I-It looks so thick and creamy... I wonder what it tastes like?'
She knelt down and dipped her fingers into the puddle, feeling the warm, sticky fluid on her skin. She sniffed it and recognized the scent as the one filling the room. She licked her fingers and moaned softly, feeling a surge of pleasure run through her body.
"Mmmmh! Primer! I-It's so good! What is this stuff?" She asked herself, as she scooped up more of the fluid and licked it clean. She couldn't get enough of it. It was like honey, but sweeter and more potent.
She looked back at Melanie's pussy, feeling a sudden urge to taste it directly from the source. She crawled onto the bed and spread the engineer's legs apart, revealing her pink, glistening slit. She wasn't in her right mind, but she didn't care. She wanted to know what this white stuff was and why it was leaking from Melanie's womanhood. This story is hosted at g.com.
She leaned down and stuck out her tongue, licking the engineer's pussy from bottom to top. She felt the fluid coat her tongue and slide down her throat, making her shiver with delight. She licked again and again, savoring the sweet-and-salty flavor. She moved her tongue to the engineer's clit and sucked on it gently, eliciting a moan from the sleeping woman.
"Mmm... Max... Don't stop... That feels so good..." Melanie mumbled, still half-asleep.
Petra froze, realizing that she was doing something wrong. She was taking advantage of her friend's unconscious state, and it was making her feel ashamed and guilty. She willed herself away from the creamy white nectar and pulled back, trying to compose herself.
'What in the void am I doing? This is sick and wrong! I need to stop and call for help. I can't let this... this alien fluid control me!' She scolded herself, shaking her head to clear her mind. She got off the bed and stood up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.
"Huh?" Petra's lovely, rusty-copper brunette hair seemed to have grown a couple of inches as it fell across her face. "My hair?" She touched it and felt how soft and silky it was. 'Why is my hair longer? And why is my skin so smooth?' She thought as she looked at her hands, noticing how her fingers were slender and delicate. She ran them over her chest and felt how her breasts had grown. They were now bigger and heavier than before, straining against the fabric of her jumpsuit.
She looked down at her body and saw that her jumpsuit was tight in some places and loose in others. Her hips had widened, her waist had shrunk, and her butt had rounded out. She looked like a different person, a more feminine and voluptuous one.
"S-Shit! I'm changing too! Just like the others... This can't be happening. This can't be happening." She whispered, feeling a sense of panic rising in her chest. She didn't know what to do. She didn't know how to stop it. And worst of all, she felt an emptiness coming from deep inside her. It was like a hunger that couldn't be satisfied with food. It was a craving for something else, something that she couldn't name.
She looked around the room for answers. But there wasn't anything obvious, but that's when she spotted the silhouette inside the quarantine room. It was hard to make out at first, but it was another voluptuous body of the Lieutenant sleeping peacefully within the cryo-pod. The very cryo-pod that housed the alien... But the alien wasn't there, and Mira was leaking out more of the delicious white stuff from her pussy.
It was almost like the wind was knocked out of the poor Ensign as her eyes widened at the sight of this woman. She felt a sudden attraction and jealousy towards her. She looked so happy and satisfied, like she had everything she ever wanted. She looked like she had been claimed by someone, someone powerful and loving.
"G-Get out of here, Petra..." She whispered to herself as her eyes were glued to the creamy white nectar that was begging her to lick it up. Petra wanted to be like her, to feel that way. She wanted that white stuff inside her, too.
"Fuck! Why am I thinking like this? This isn't me! The alien... It must have done something to them. I need to... I need to stop it before it's too late."
She turned around and ran out of the exam room and into the hallway as fast as she could. She was far slower than she used to be, and her body felt heavier and curvier than before. She was feeling a sense of urgency and dread, but also a hint of excitement and curiosity. She didn't know what to do, but she knew she had to find the alien and stop it from doing whatever it was doing. Her instincts as a tactical officer and her feminine side were clashing, and she felt lost and confused.
"Call the captain... She'll know what to do... She always does." She said as she tapped her earpiece with her shaking hand. "Mand...Mandas to Captain Grange... Come in, Captain... I... I need your help."
The comms were silent, and she feared the worst. Had the alien already gotten to the captain? Had it taken over the ship?
"Shit!... Bridge! This is Ensign Mandas! Is anyone there!? Answer me!" She yelled into her comms, hoping for a response.
There was nothing. Just static.
'No... This can't be happening. Please, don't let it be true.' She thought as she leaned against the wall, feeling tears welling up in her eyes.
She looked at the time on her wrist display and saw that she had been in the med bay for over 10 minutes. And just as she was about to make a beeline to the armory, her comms came to life.
"This is Lieutenant Rackham. I read you, Ensign. What's going on? Are you alright?" Stacy's voice came through the speakers, sounding worried but calm.
"Lieutenant! Thank the First Primer! You need to listen to me carefully. Something has happened in the med bay. The alien... It escaped and it... It did something to Lieutenant Mira and Chief Engineer Daz. They are... They are changed. And I think I'm changing too." Petra said, trying to explain the situation as best as she could.
"Calm down, Mandas. Tell me what happened exactly. Start from the beginning." Stacy said, trying to soothe her.
Petra took a deep breath and recounted everything she saw and felt in the med bay. She told her about the smell, the fluid, the sleeping women, and her own physical changes. She didn't hold back any details, even though she felt embarrassed and ashamed.
"Okay, stay alert. I'll call the captain. She put her comms on the emergency channel."
With that, Petra was left in the hallway in silence. This made her acutely aware of the silence. Staring down the hallways made her wonder if the alien was hiding in the shadows, just waiting to pounce on her and do the same thing he did to those two women. Her mind was racing with the possibilities, and her body was betraying her with a mixture of fear and arousal.
She felt a sudden urge to touch herself, to relieve some of the tension that was building up inside her. But she resisted, knowing that it would only make things worse.
'Stay calm... Stay calm... I've trained for this. I can handle anything. Even... Even if my nanotech isn't working and my hormones are fucked up... It's not like I'm going to die from a little...'
Rattle, Rattle, Rattle.
"Huh?"
A noise in the distance broke her from her thoughts. It sounded like something was trying to open a vent or something.
Petra panicked at first, as she fumbled around her belt for her sidearm. It was a 10mm pulse pistol with hologram sights. She aimed it down the hallway, ready to fire at anything that moved. She couldn't help but notice how much her hands were shaking from her adrenaline now running freely without her nanobots intervening, like she was used to. Follow the newest chapters on novelping dot com.
'Adapt, dammit! Adapt!' She scolded herself. Trying to get her body to do what it was supposed to do. To be ready for anything.
Rattle! Rattle!
"Come out, you bastard! Show yourself!" Petra yelled, her voice cracking a little.
The sound stopped, and there was silence again. Petra waited, her finger on the trigger, her eyes scanning the darkness. Petra could only hear her breath and the sound of her heart racing in her chest.
CLANG!
"Ahhh!" A body fell out of the vent and onto the floor.
"ACK!" Petra jumped back in surprise, almost pulling the trigger.
She pointed her gun at the figure on the ground, but then realized it wasn't the alien.
It was a woman, wearing a turquoise blue and gray uniform with her blonde hair in a mess. She was covering her face with her hands, groaning in pain.
"Primer of Valba!? I could have shot you, dammit! Are you alright?" Petra asked, lowering her gun and running over to help her. She recognized her as Ensign Second Class Olivia Trace, the ship's counselor.
"Ow... My head... I'm fine... Just a little bruised." Olivia said, sitting up and rubbing her forehead. She still hadn't noticed Petra's changes.
"What the fuck were you doing in the vents? Are you crazy?" Petra asked, helping her up.
"I... I was stuck in my quarters! And the computer wasn't cooperating! And... Whoa... Petra...what happened to you? Your hair... Your face... Your...breasts?" Olivia said, finally looking at her and noticing how different she looked. She had a look of shock and confusion on her face, but also something else. Something like... jealousy.
"Never mind me! The alien has broken quarantine, and it's running loose on the ship. It did something to Mira and Melanie, and now we need to find it before it gets to anyone else!" Petra said, trying to stay focused on the mission. She couldn't let herself get distracted by her growing body or her need to massage herself. She had to be strong and professional. "And if you were stuck, why didn't you use your comms!?"
Olivia blushed and looked away, avoiding her eyes. "I... I sort of... misplaced my comms. I was... I was busy and I just... lost it somewhere. I'm sorry." She said, feeling ashamed. She wasn't the only one who caved in to the urges. But it was a one-time thing, right?
Petra sighed and shook her head. "It doesn't matter now. We have to go—"
Buzz, buzz!
"Ensign, do you copy? This is Captain Grange. Mandas!? Answer me if you can hear me." The Captain's voice came through Petra's comms, making her jump.
"Captain! I'm here! With Ensign Olivia! We're in the corridor outside the med bay!" Petra said, tapping her earpiece.
"Roger that. At least we have some good news for once. I'm heading to you right now. What's your status? Are you hurt?" Sara asked.
"No, ma'am. I'm fine. Just a little shaken up. The counselor and I are both unharmed." Petra replied.
"Good. I'm almost there. Stay put and don't move until I get there. And keep an eye out for any signs of the alien." Sara said, her voice stern and commanding.
Petra felt a wave of relief that she had never felt before. Just hearing the Captain's voice made her feel safe, like everything would be okay.
"Yes, Captain! We'll be waiting for you." She said.
The comms went silent, leaving Petra and Olivia alone in the hallway. They looked at each other, feeling a little awkward and nervous.
"Um... So... You said the alien did something to Mira and Melanie... What did it do exactly?" Olivia asked, breaking the ice.
Petra's mind went back to that creamy white nectar and the feeling of wanting to lap it up. She bit her lip, feeling her pussy getting wet and throbbing again. "It... It made them more... Curvy. And it... It... I don't know. I can't explain it. But it was something I've never seen before. It was... Mysterious."
Olivia nodded, trying to understand. Her body was growing at the same rate as all the other women, but Petra's was a bit ahead. She was now a C-cup, and her hips were wider. And yet, she yearned to grow more. She couldn't admit that to anyone. Not even the captain. "I see... Well, I'm sure the captain will know what to do. She always does."
Petra nodded, hoping she was right.