STX Pt. 03

The Comp's A.I. med system was quite advanced but had never dealt with the level or type of pheromones polluting the air in the ship. The scrubbers were all but ineffective.. however, it quickly synthesized a muting cocktail that got her endocrine system regulated. She spent the next few minutes running around, yelling out commands and preparing the ship for her coup d'etat.

"Lieutenant, all bridge systems have been locked to touch-manual, you may be able to disable the Captain's primary control system, however, full authorization will only be relegated back to you once he is deceased."

"Understood.. ok.. let's do this.. M3, execute!"

There was a massive explosion as one of the walls almost disintegrated in a controlled blast. She held her breath and followed three towering "spiders" through the large gaping hole of sheared wires and busted conduit. They came through in a ventral hallway, a bit further than she would have liked.. but also more unexpected.

Or so she thought.

Immediate gunfire blasted into the front spider unit. Two of the six foot legs were blown off and shrapnel scattered over her head. The droid shifted its remaining legs to maintain position, its spherical thorax expanded and rotated exposing a wide muzzle which immediately returned fire and provide protection for Cassandra as she got out of the way. Dozens of rounds tore into it as it sacrificed itself.

"Shit!" she said flattening against the wall. "There's only one.. get his ass!" she yelled to the other droids.

Launching into action, the second and third units joined in the gunfire, rapidly advancing down the hallway towards the enemy.

Turning back to the gaping hole, she yelled several instructions and a mass of smaller droid units flooded into the hallway splitting and going in both directions.

Although a little strategy was needed, this fight was a "sheer numbers" scenario. She clearly outnumbered the Captain in total droid units and firepower. All she had to do was overwhelm his defenses and then take back control.

She figured the Captain would be on the control bridge. As the sounds of gunfire grew more distant, she moved quickly through the dark hallways up to the top of the section. Alarm lights flashed and blinked. There was mechanical carnage everywhere. Electrical fires, steam and droid parts littered the hallways.

A couple of times she was fired at, but she and her small entourage were able to dispatch the oncoming units. At one junction, an enemy "shielder" had holed itself into a wall and wouldn't allow passage. Upon seeing her, it dropped it's electrofield and filled the entire hallway with a blast of flame. Luckily, the quick calculations of her own shielder had pulled her - a little singed- into its sphere and quickly created a vacuum while her other droids butchered the exposed enemy.. she held her breath and waited.

Finally, she reached the closed doorway, flanked on either side by S-type guardian droids, nicknamed "Sammies" by the strange way they moved and fought in some ancient forgotten martial fighting style. They were contact-only droids, shaped in a strange, four armed headless humanoid format and utilized for close quarter combat. She had directed them to arrive ahead and secure the area. This next step would take a little finesse. Although more powerful, her heavy-handed spiders would most likely damage half of the terminals behind this door and she needed them intact.

"Ok.." she breathed, her small breasts heaved beneath the torn sweaty material of her sports bra. She could feel her lust starting to rise beneath the surface.. how long the injection would last, she had no clue. She was still wearing just her thong, and her curvy long legs were stained with grease and dirt. There had been no time to worry about clothing or even shoes. She had a weapons holster clamped to her thigh and a small pack on her back. Her singed dirty hair was tied back with a makeshift bandanna but from the look on her pretty smeared face there was no doubt she meant business. With both hands she held a 828-Krasfox assault rifle. It's snub, one foot length belied its power and accuracy. For those trained with it, like herself, it was beyond deadly. She was born for this shit.

"You know your orders.. protect me so that I can access the primary terminal.. no gunfire... ok.. let's do this.. Comp, override this door and open in 3... 2... 1.."

The command structure was concentric. As her droids dominated each level, her authorization and access had increased. All that was left was behind this door..

The Sammies moved like lightning, but within seconds she realized her mistake.

The Captain did not seem to care about the viability of the terminal access.. gunfire opened wide from a large spider unit positioned across the room. Damn! I didn't see that coming.. he must be crazy to allow that thing in here! Shit, I'm too late.. he's already a mad man. The Captain was not in the room. She realized he had sealed himself in the ready room, poor Doctor Whitney, she's probably lying dead in a corner somewhere.

She ducked down in the hallway and slid down onto her taut, muscular belly to peek around the doorway. The spider had decimated one of the Sammies but the other one had smartly positioned itself directly in front of the terminal she needed to access. It had activated small specialized parabolic high-energy electroshield disks on the ends of its arms. Each time the spider shot at it, the Sammie moved a disk to intercept the bullet where it would disintegrate on contact. As another three or four shots were fired, the bright disks moved faster than she thought possible, protecting the terminal from any damage. She knew about defensive scenarios like this but was still amazed to see it in action. Damn, that thing is fast! The spider stayed back knowing that close proximity with a Sammie mean certain destruction. She couldn't possibly follow the action, but she knew she needed to get over there somehow.

Reaching into her pack, she pulled out a small sphere and activated it. A small blank holographic display hovered above it. She pulled out one of its telescoping holding rods and quickly stuck the ball into the exposed doorway and yanked it back. The spider saw the motion and fired half a dozen rounds into the door frame but missed. The display now showed a 3vex replica of the inside of the room. She quickly tapped on the displayed image of the spider droid, it turned blue and she pushed in the rod and whispered, "kill," and dropped the sphere on the ground.

It rolled back away from the door down the hallway and then reversed and rapidly sped towards her on a calculated trajectory. Right before it got to the door it launched itself. Flying across the room faster than the eye could see, the sphere bounced back and forth like a super-ball. The spider tried to track the motion and began firing rapidly trying to hit the ball. Bullet holes splayed across the walls. Simultaneously it slightly shifted its position to avoid a strike. But within a second, the ball bounced on its final angle which beamed it into one of the spider's legs where it detonated on contact.

As the leg exploded and the spider shifted to compensate, Cassandra was ready and dove through the air towards the Sammie. Her military training kicked into high gear and time seemed to slow down.

She felt every muscle as she flew.. tensing slowly she rolled sideways and let loose with the 828. Her aim was perfect, as she shot not for the gun turret or processor, but for the back leg. In slow motion, she saw the spider re-aim and shoot in her direction, spraying a torrent of bullets at her.. she screamed.

And then it was there.

Moving faster than the speed of sound, bright electro lights streamed in front of her face like a blurred fireworks picture. Her Sammie somehow pivoted like a robotic ballerina to intercept the dozens of bullets destined to kill her.

Her shots rang true and the back balance leg exploded off of the spider droid.

The hulking spider slipped, trying to compensate, but that was all that the Sammie needed. As she landed on the ground, time seemed to snap back into normal speed. From her side, she watched as the Sammie almost suddenly appeared underneath the enemy, cutting through the processor; its disks moving with precision as it systematically overpowered and dismantled the Spider.

Breathing heavily, she stood and began the system override. Suddenly, the door to the bridge slammed shut and locked and from the direction of the ready room; she heard two rapid shots.

Turning, she saw her Sammie collapsing onto the ground and then she looked down to see blood pouring out of a nasty wound through her left thigh. The pain hit her and she collapsed on the ground. Her rifle slid across the floor.

"Fuck!" she screamed through her teeth. Thinking quickly, she pulled herself behind the console.

"Lieutenant, you need to give yourself up," spoke a rich baritone voice that she only barely recognized as the Captain's. The voice hit her like a erotic pulse to her brain. She shuddered with the sudden feelings of attraction and arousal. Have.. to.. resist... she forced the thought and focused intently on the massive pain surging through her leg.. she was losing blood fast.

"I didn't want to hurt you, Cassandra, but you need to understand.. everything will be ok," he took a step closer to her.

His words soothed her, and she fought to ignore him. Quickly, she reached into her small med pack and pulled out a green injection stick and jammed it quickly into the flesh right above the wound. The pain immediately subsided. Unwrapping a small cylinder, she expanded a strange gel-metal sheath and quickly snapped it around her entire calf, sealing off the damage. The millibot bandage immediately went to work on the injury.

"You don't understand, Cassandra.. it's amazing.. this symbiosis is beyond your wildest dreams," he spoke passionately, coming closer to the console where she had crawled. "Please.. let me show you.." he stepped closer.. he was right there.. he crouched down.. "I know it seems crazy.. but.. gaaahhhh!!"

He stared for a second with a terrified look on his face. Her isoblade had neatly sheared right through his gun-arm like butter. As he staggered back, bobbing the cauterized stub of his humerus, he realized what she had done. With a reverse jab, she forced the butt of the blade into his bare muscular stomach and lit him up with a 70 kV shock-blast. His eyes rolled up in his head and he doubled over onto the ground next his severed arm that was still holding the thermal Clipper that had shot her.

Limping up to him, panting in exhaustion, she raised the curved glowing blade and prepared to end this once and for all.

She was literally shaking with arousal from his proximity.. she felt like she could smell the pheromones leaking from him. And for the first time, she was able to fully see his figure lying before her. He had changed dramatically! For whatever reason, he was completely naked.. from between his extremely muscular legs was not one, but two cocks protruding out onto the floor! She shook her head in disbelief. One was above the other, the top one was huge, almost too big.. it was at least a eight inches long, flaccid! - and as thick as her wrist. She knew her mission, but her pussy ached with the sight.. juices welled up inside of her.

The second penis was impossible. Her eyes followed its full length along the ground like a python. Thicker than her bicep, it's fist-sized head would put a horse to shame. Beautiful veins pulsed and ran along its amazing foot and a half non-erect length. It turned her on even more just staring at it.. mesmerized.. how could anyone even take that thing? And why do I want to try..

Oh.. my god.. look at his testicles! They bulged out smooth and large, round and kidney shaped beneath his hairless scrotum, each as big as a grapefruit.

She stood there frozen, drool on her lips, eyes wide and dilated.. sex pulsing through her veins. But there was more.. he had grown.. huge.. massive.. his body was extremely muscular and large.. like a hulk. He looked like he was over seven feet tall. His face was still him, but extremely masculine and extraordinarily attractive. Oh, damn! I want him so bad.. her hand reached out inches away from the largest cock.

No! This is wrong! she stopped and steeled herself.. this has to end..

Taking a step, shaking.. she extended the glowing blade, aiming for his throat..

"Stop!" screamed a high voice and the Lieutenant was bowled over onto the ground in a mass of flesh and arms.

The isoblade clicked off and slid across the floor. Cassandra was confused and angry, laying on her back with this huge person on top of her, her leg throbbed with the pressure.. what the hell is this?

She couldn't tell what was what for a second but she instinctively kicked hard and scrambled backwards away. Her eyes grew wide.

"Doctor Whitney?" she exclaimed, astounded by what she saw.

"You stay away from him, you.. you animal!" the woman screamed from her prostrated position on the ground.

At first, Cassandra couldn't comprehend what she saw.. or at least refused to..

But it appeared to be a transformed Doctor Whitney or a luscious doppelganger of her. She appeared to be laying on top of two enormous flesh colored balls. She pulled her knees up under herself and rocked back until the globes lifted up off of the ground. Not balls at all, but giant, round jiggly breasts that hung perfectly off of her tiny torso. They were enormous, each one easily twice as large as her head. They were bigger than any endowments she had ever seen, even with all of the extreme enhancements that seemed so popular. She wondered if the Doctor would be able to put her hands together in front of herself. Even in the midst of her awe, she felt her own strange quiet desire.. oh yes.. I'd love my breasts to be that big!...

"W..what happened to you?" she asked, pressing her emotions down while standing and backing away slowly; she glanced at the rest of the good Doctor's changes.

Her skin was smooth and flawless.. long wavy honey blonde hair hung down her back behind her curvy thighs... it framed an unbelievably sexy, erotic yet beautiful face. It was still her.. but with incredible improvements. She seemed both underage and adult at the same time.. like an extremely overripe 14 year old with knowing eyes.. overlarge, long lashed, florescent-blue doll eyes. Her tiny nose was perched above glossy plump bee-stung lips.

Her body was simply perverted.. she looked like some sort of living sex doll. Her waist looked too small to support her inflated top, and her hips jutted out.. meaty and wide. Even as she teetered and stood up on her small feet, it was appeared that her ass was oversized as well. Some sort of liquid had beaded up on her giant nipples and dripped slowly to the floor. Her only clothing was a weapon holster strapped to her right thigh.

"You need to back off, Lieutenant!" she growled.. her high voice sounding almost funny coming from her sensual pouty mouth. Her petite hand came up pointing a blunt firearm.

"Whoa.. look.. Doc.. I'm not sure you are in a position to make any decisions right now.. both you and the Captain are infected and have been under a lot of stress.."

"No, Lieutenant.. it is you that does not understand", she took a step forward, her body may have been ridiculous, but her eyes were serious, "so let me make this clear.. you will submit yourself to me and transfer all command back to the Captain immediately.. or .. or.. or you will die," her hands shook as her small thumb pushed the rage controller to maximum.. an audible hum filled the space.

She doesn't mean it.. realized Cassandra.. she could have shot me twice already..

"Ok, ok.. Doc.. don't do anything rash.. oh! ouch!" she exclaimed with mock pain on her face, looking down and drawing attention to her wounded leg.

Her ruse worked as the Doctor slightly lowered the gun sympathetically to look at the leg.

Quick as a wink, the highly trained soldier rushed and rotated to kick the gun across the room. With her next turn she crouched, intending to sweep the Doctor's legs but the sudden movement of the Lieutenant had thrown off the balance of the top heavy surgeon and she stumbled forward and somehow grazed one of her leaking breasts across Cassandra's face. The nectar hit her like a punch... numbing her mind and surging through her body. Her stance faltered and the attack turned into a sloppy half tackle as both women went down together in a jumble of arms, blonde hair and breasts.

Cassandra fought to gain control over her own lust. They both grunted and moaned from the pleasure of the contact. The pressure of their entanglement had liberally squeezed the swollen mammary glands and the slippery nectar sprayed all over their bodies. The Doctor seized the opportunity and grabbed hold of the burnt and tattered sports bra and ripped it from her body. The pure liquid smeared up and down her naked torso as they both wrestled for control. It was like some otherworldly oil-wrestling match. The nectar acted as a lubricant, and try as she may, the Lieutenant kept losing her grip as she tried to push away.. she slapped and scratched at the Doctor. She couldn't help but get turned on more and more by the physical contact with the juicy shiny wet breasts. She noticed that the Doctor was turned on as well as she fended herself from the wild soldier and slipped onto her back and slid her gorgeous legs up to lock them tightly around Cassandra's waist.

It was too much. Cassandra couldn't resist it any longer.. the muting compound was no match for the nectar being absorbed directly through her skin. Her breasts were on fire, her pussy throbbed with longing, she was wide eyed, panting and desperate.

In a last desperate attempt from atop the Doctor, she caught her wrists and pinned them with one hand. Her second hand reached around her throat.. a giant leaking boob smashed between their bodies. Her hand squeezed hard and the Doctor's eyes bulged with fear.. her legs loosened.. her lithe arms fought with desperation. They both knew she would pass out soon.. she fought.. if she could just hold on.. for a few more seconds...

But the Doctor didn't pass out. Moments passed and they both realized that nothing was happening..

Her large seductive eyelids fluttered.. the Doctor smiled weakly - a smile of understanding - she arched her back hard and aimed her thick leaking teat directly into Cassandra's mouth.

Dr. Candace Whitney, partially asphyxiated, extraordinarily turned on by the possibility of suffocation, bruised, punched and manhandled, arched her back in erotic release as the Lieutenant reflexively bit down and sucked hard on her large burgeoning breast. The nipple flared with pleasure and she grunted without sound as nectar oozed out of her giant breast and flowed into Cassandra's mouth.

The Lieutenant couldn't hold back, she gave in to her passion.. both hands released and she began to milk the overlarge udder as she desperately drank from it. Her hands roughly kneaded the doughy flesh, she squeezed it hard running her hands all over the soft mound. She needed more.. must have more!

The Doctor, finally released to breathe, gulped in air and started groaning with pleasure, feeling a nipple orgasm rise within her. Her dainty hands traveled down to find the Lieutenants sloppy wet hole and began rubbing her swollen clit while finger fucking her faster and faster.

Cassandra's hips bucked and she moaned with pleasure.. it was amazing.. more! more! uh! Fuck me! Oh God!!

She needed to cum.. but her release was somehow suspended.. she was desperate, the pleasure continued to build.. higher and higher..

She felt something else... someone behind her.. tilting her head to look while sucking, the one-armed Captain had knelt behind them and was guiding his mighty twenty inch erect cock into the wet lips of the supine Doctor. His second, less larger cock bobbed as he moved. His face was not angry or concerned.. instead his smiling eyes shone bright blue with lust and desire.