WARNING! This is a SEQUEL.
If the story doesn't make any sense, you may want to read the first story
in this setting (Earth is Such A Stupid Name) first.

			Breaking the Laws of Lust
			By JB/NL <tsunami@xs4all.nl>

The three of them ran for the shuttle as around them, energy bombs kept
falling and parts of the spaceport exploded, setting the ground heaving,
assaulting their ears with the thunder of explosions.
"What about Denya," Harika gasped, hauling herself aboard the small craft
as Yriel hastily ran the preflight checks.
"I doubt there's a chance she survived," Raxen said, her voice broken, "one
of the first e-bombs fell on the hab-clutch she lives in."
"Hold on, this is going to be rough," Yriel shouted, tilting up her small
ship and applying as much power as she dared to, shooting the shuttle up
into the sky, away from the devastation behind her as more e-bombs rained
down onto the city.
Suddenly, a massive blast erupted and the entire city vanished in a quickly
expanding ball of fire.
"No!" Harika exclaimed, "Did they ..."
"That's not a hellbomb blast," Raxen said, "they must have hit the city's
power core."
"Well, now we really have nothing to come home to," Harika mumbled.
"So where do we go now," Raxen asked Yriel.
In response she steered the shuttle upwards, away from the planet, away
from the battles below, into space.
	"I still don't understand," Raxen said, folding her arms.
"There is nothing to understand," Yriel responded, checking the autopilot
again, and keeping an eye on the sensors for any pursuers.
"But what could the Wixennia hope to gain from this war ? The Virtues have
all been lost, and nobody can get into or onto Mistress Mountain anymore
since what happened at the end of the last Circle War."
"I really don't know, and I don't want to be close enough to find out
either, because I'm probably not going to like it."
They spent the next hours in silence as Yriel steered the shuttle deeper
and deeper into space, following a track they had traveled more often.
	"Who and what have they attacked so far," Harika asked.
"They've hit Morigga, Lilis and now Hadiz. The Desdem have declared they're
neutral, and the Maestas are sitting on the fence, probably waiting to see
which side gets an advantage before choosing sides. Scheming bitches."
"So precisely what are we going to do ? Flee to Desdem ?"
"We'd never make it. This is a shuttle, remember. And the Wixennia have
already seized control of the starportals. No, our only option lies in our
small hideaway."
"And then what," Raxen asked, "just sit there ?"
"Well, we do have a little bit of fun stored there, don't we ?"
"I don't think," Harika said dejectedly, " I'll be in any kind of mood for
that kind of fun, really."
"Maybe I should tell you a bit more about that base," Yriel said, " I've
been quietly digging through old records, trying to find out just what it's
been used for, given it's rather strange layout."
"I thought it was a fleet base," Raxen said, "I mean, that huge dock ..."
"Ah, but what struck me as odd later is that that 'dock' didn't have any
access doors for ships. Didn't you notice ?"
"Then what's the point of having such a huge space inside a base ?"
Yriel threw them a mysterious smile. "What if I told you we probably used
it as the designers intended to ?"
Harika and Raxen just stared at her while Yriel put the shuttle on final
approach to a large asteroid, sending the access code to open the hidden
landing dock, and steering the small craft inside.

"Then just what IS this place," Harika demanded as they got off the shuttle
and made their way into the base.
"This used to be a research station. I don't know which tribe it belonged
to, but it definitely wasn't allied to Hadiz."
"How do you know that ?"
"Would you aim bio-missiles at your own world ?"
Harika stopped and stared at Yriel. "Bio-missiles ? This place is armed
with those monstrous things ?"
"Enough of them to exterminate the entire planet."
"But why weren't they used ?"
"Well, this is where the records and and conjecture begins. I know this
base was built towards the end of the Circle Wars. I'm pretty positive it
wasn't controlled by Hadiz; I suspect it used to be a Lilis base, they've
always been pretty good with the bio-stuff, but it doesn't matter much. My
theory is that they hid their best research facility where their enemy
would never look, being right on their own doorstep. And as an added bonus,
if things went really awry, they could take out at least one of their
enemies in one fell swoop. That would reveal the base, but hey, there
wouldn't be anyone left to do something about it."
"That still doesn't explain why they never used the missiles."
"Again, this is a theory - either the war ended before they were prepared
to use them, or something happened that caused them to abandon this place."
"Or," Raxen offered, "they saw what those monsters did to Mistress Mountain
and chose to not use them."
"Granted, that's also a possibility," Yriel admitted. "I hadn't thought of
that angle. Makes sense too."
"Just who did bio-bomb Mistress Mountain anyway," Harika asked, "I've
always been told it was the Asmod who did it."
	Yriel laughed. "Yes, that makes sense, bio-bomb your own home. No,
it wasn't one of the lost tribes. That would be too easy, too convenient.
I suspect it was either the Lilis, who had the knowledge, or the Maestas,
who had most to gain from it."
"But didn't everyone lose when the Mountain was lost to us ?" Raxen asked.
Yriel nodded, "Yes, everyone lost. But the Maestas also lost two of their
most outspoken critics and enemies, the Xyntha and the Charib."
"That's cold," Harika remarked, "annihilating the centerpoint of our
species just to get rid of your enemies."
Yriel again nodded, "Cold indeed. They must've thought they could deal with
the aftermath, or be able to clean it up. They were wrong."
"Uhm, question," Raxen piped up, "I once heard that restructurers are a
direct result of all the research into bio-warfare. Is that true ?"
"Fully true. and if you want proof, follow me." Yriel pointed to a passage
into a section of the base they hadn't been before.
	"This looks like a monitoring station," Harika said as they entered
the small room, running her hands over the instruments, trying to identify
each as she looked over them. "It's pretty similar to the ones on the
explorer ships too. There's a few controls I don't understand though."
"It is a monitoring station," Yriel admitted, "But before I show you what
it monitors, and what those extra controls are for, we need to talk."
"Talk about what," Raxen asked.
"I want payback for what those Wixennia bitches did to Hadiz," Yriel said.
"You're suggesting we form a Splinter Coven," Harika asked.
"Exactly. Are you in ?"
"I'm in. For Denya." Harika said, firmly.
"For Denya," Raxen added, adding her hand.
"Through prosperity and adversity unto eternity," Yriel intoned, activating
the power on the instruments in the room.
	"Is this ... is this ... thing ... a ..."
Harika stared in disbelief at the main monitor, shaking her head.
"Mistress' Misery," Raxen whispered, "this can't be."
"Oh my," Yriel said, "I expected it to be rather big, but this ..."
"It looks really similar to the biopods on Mistress Mountain," Harika said.
"A bit too similar if you ask me," Raxen said, "It's disgusting."
They looked at the screen, at the writhing, pulsing sea of black and red
tentacles, surrounding a trio of central brown-red towers, crisscrossed
with luminous red, pulsing veins, which spread into nine smaller towers
at the perimeter of the slithering lake.
"But," whispered Yriel, putting her long, thin lemon-yellow hands under
Raxen's lime green breasts and gently squeezing them, "wouldn't you just
looove the feel of having those massive shafts slide into you and start 
pumping you up ?"
"Oh, I'd love to be bigger than I am already," Raxen crooned, shaking her
large breasts, "a lot bigger even, but I don't think stepping in with that
monster is the best way to do it."
"Uhm, so ... what're we going to do with this ?" Harika asked, tweaking one
of her blackish-green nipples, "I'm not getting in there either."
"Oh, we are not stepping in there," Yriel said smiling, "we're going to
make those Wixennia bitches get in there."
"And just how do you hope to do that without them revealing this place ?"
"This base has a long-range electro-interference beam - and a motion
override system."
"Disable a ship and drag it in here ? And if we succeed, then what ?"
"First we listen and learn. See how it pans out."

Two weeks later they had settled into their routine: checking message
traffic, plotting ship tracks and allegiances, and getting an idea what was
going on in other systems.
	Harika burst into the main plotting room.
"We're fucked. We're solidly and majorly fucked," she blurted out.
"What happened ?" Raxen asked, looking up from plotting another track.
"The Maestas have joined forces with the Wixennia to attack Desdem."
"This is bad," Yriel said, her face saddening.
"But we may have a lucky break too," Harika said smiling, "a Wixennia Hag
is coming to Hadiz to check progress with the occupation."
"No doubt coming with an escort befitting the Mistress," Raxen smirked.
"Not at all. Seems like scheming is going on inside the Wixennia too, so
it's a surprise visit, probably to shake out the tribe's command structure
in anticipation of victory."
"They're not using code ? At all ?" Yriel said in disbelief.
"They haven't so far. Looks like they believe they have crushed all
resistance and can run roughshod over everything in their path. Nine Rings,
revenge is going to be so sweet."
"I've never even seen a Hag," Raxen mumbled.
"None of us have, I think," Yriel said, "so this should prove interesting."
"But even if we throw her in," Harika mumbled, "what good will it do us.
Won't it make the Wixennia angrier and make them resort to more gruesome
methods ? I mean, even if only half the messages about what's going on down
on Hadiz are true ..."
"That's exactly why we should do it," Yriel said firmly. "Do unto them what
they are doing unto others."
"What if," Raxen started, "there was a way we could delay their offensive
against Desdem ? Would that improve our chances ?"
"How would you do that," Yriel asked skeptically.
"Well, to get to Desdem you have to go through Hadiz, right ? Ever since
the portals to Mistress Mountain were closed there's no other route left."
"Correct. So they move whatever warships they have into the circle."
"We do have a rather large supply of bio-missiles here, don't we ?"
Harika looked at Raxen in astonishment.
"You're proposing we use ... THOSE ... things ?"
"We'd reveal our location, and those missiles aren't suitable for that kind
of attack," Yriel said sourly.
"I looked them over and I think they are. Yriel, remember your hunch about
this being a Lilis base ?"
"Yes, I do. What's that got to do with it ?"
"Well, the Lilis never had dedicated anti-planet missiles, only general use
deep space ones. That means we can eject them from the base, program them
to drift for a few hours before activating drives and attacking a target."
"When's the Hag due ?", Yriel asked.
"Same day as the Maestas/Wixennia fleet for the assault," Harika said.
"So theoretically we can strike two blows at once ?"
"Yes. but whatever's left of the fleet will be scouring the circle trying
to find whoever or whatever was responsible."
"If those missiles pack what I expect they do," Raxen said, "I don't think
there's going to be a fleet left. We'll just have to be super-careful to
not drop one on Hadiz."
"OK, wait," Harika called, "Suppose we eliminate the fleet. Suppose we nab
that Hag. Then what ? We can't make contact with anyone or anything from
here, both because we don't have the equipment and because we can't reveal
this place's location. It won't break the Wixennia hold on Hadiz, or on any
of the other Circles, and it's sure to seriously piss off the Maestas."
"We'll target mainly Wixennia ships then. With a bit of luck the Maestas
will smell a chance and turn on their allies."
"You think ..."
"Yes," Yriel said smiling, "don't you remember the proverb 'when dealing
with the Maestas check you have ten fingers afterwards' ?"
"Well, if it works," Raxen said.
"Can you tweak the drive signatures on those missiles ?"
"A little," the lime green engineer said, "what did you have in mind ?"
"Can you tune them to resemble Maestasian defense missiles ?"
"Not fully, but I can get close. Oh, that's nasty."
"Wicked," Harika said, lifting one of her bulbous dark green breasts to 
her face and suckling the nipple, "I think I'm going to feel horny now."

"All set ?" Yriel asked, looking around the rather unfamiliar bridge of
the large base.
"We're going to need around half of the missiles for this one," Raxen said.
"I've got the shuttle on scanners," Harika called, "warming up the EM-I
beam and the motion override."
"How's that fleet looking ?"
"They've got two separate clusters of ships in orbit - corresponding to
tribal allegiance."
"Good. Concentrate the missiles on the Wixennia cluster but try to not
destroy all of them. And whatever you do, make sure none of them comes
even close to Hadiz!"
"I hear you, "Raxen replied, checking the missiles she wanted to use again.
"Shuttle in range."
"Commence," Yriel said.
	"How long to Hadiz," Cilenia demanded of her pilot.
"Three standard hours, mistress." her pilot replied.
Leaning back in her chair the Wixennia Hag closed her eyes and smiled,
savoring her victory over three of their old enemies. They had subjugated
the annoying Morigga, the know-it-all Lilis and those peace-loving Hadiz.
Those wimps! Had they truly believed that the Wixennia would forget the
utter humiliation they had suffered in the Circle Wars! It had taken years,
but now they were ready to wreak their revenge. First, she thought, first
we must cut the Desdem down to size, and then we drive a blade in the
backs of those untrustworthy Maestas for their betrayal. Yes, the Wixennia
would be triumphant this time. They would avenge the bombing of the
mountain, and they would rule the Nine Circles their way, not through
compromise, but with an iron hand, imposing their cruel standards of lust
and desire, the old ways, the ways of the Mistress.
The Mistress would have been proud, she was sure of that.
Still warm from er reverie she opened her eyes, smiling, expecting to see
the two clusters of ships in orbit around Hadiz, waiting for the final
command to set off to the Desdem portal, to strike at the renegades with an
iron hand. Neutrality! Hah!
But instead of that image, all that showed was the Hadiz Circle Belt.
"What is going on," she demanded.
"We're under the influence of a motion override beam." her pilot reponded.
"Send out an assistance signal to the fleet."
"I've already tried, but our communications are being jammed."
"Where is the override directing us ?"
"Into the Belt. We cannot locate the source of the beam either."
	"I've got the shuttle under control," Harika called.
"How long until you get it here ?" Yriel asked.
"Ten, fifteen minutes."
"Raxen, eject the missiles. I don't want them to realize what's going on."
"Got it. Setting timers, targets and commencing ejecting ... now."
	"Can you make out anything," Cilenia said.
"No mistress. Our scanners are useless here - both due to jamming and the
topography of the belt itself. We'll just have to sit and wait."
"What's that up there," the co-pilot pointed.
"Looks like just another big hunk of rock to me," the pilot said.
"Do big hunks of rock have shuttle bays ?"

Two hours later the first bio-missiles slammed into the waiting Wixennia
fleet, unleashing their deadly, writhing payloads into the ships.
One warhead smashed though the hull of a Wixennia destroyer, and even as
the emergency sealant closed the hull and hardened, the missile head split
open, throwing a dormant, soft ball about the size of a large beachball
inside.
Two crewmembers ran up to see what had breached the hull, and, not knowing
what the strange thing on the floor was, approached it.
As it detected their footfall and their breath, it rejuvenated, exploding
forward, launching four tentacles at one of the crew, knocking her to the
ground, locking its tentacles on her face, breasts and crotch, and as the
ball deflated, the crewman's body bulged and distorted, her abdomen first
doubling in size, then bulging outwards even further, her tiny breasts
turning to monstrous lumpy globes, her legs shriveling and dwindling, as if
sucked into her distorting, swelling body, her ass cheeks splaying out on
the floor, massively distended aureolae bursting from under the tentacles
on her breasts as the ball turned into a leathery husk, the other crewman
standing petrified in horror at the sight as the husk fell away, the pair 
of pulsing, uneven, stretchmark-lined malformed breasts shuddering like
jelly, the aureolae covering the entire top surface, her giant, ungainly
nipples covering half that area, slowly erecting, hatching, breeding,
growing, expanding, changing.
All the while, her belly and abdomen had been changing shape, twisting,
repurposing, her crotch ballooning and growing until it dominated her
lower body, a massive gaping maw what one once a tight little pussy.
Her arms had lengthened, her fingers turning to long, grasping tentacles,
her head pulled down towards her body, until it rested on her shoulders.
Finally, the towering nipples peaked, each easily the size of the other
crewmember's body, and jerking upright, the ... thing ... grabbed onto
the other terrified crewmember, four tentacles shooting from the slavering
maw in its crotch, locking over her face, breasts and crotch.
Less than a minute had passed.
The same scene was repeated many times over; consuming, changing and
impregnating crewmembers with equal uncaring, mindless cruelty, rapidly
reproducing until it consumed all biomass aboard the ship before its fierce
metabolism ran out of energy and withered, going dormant, not dead.

After about half their ships had been disabled by the missiles, their Elder
had failed to arrive, the commanders of the remaining ships put two and two
together, and without hesitation, turned on their erstwhile allies,
accusing them of treachery, and opening fire.
	"It looks like our plan is working as designed," Raxen commented,
"they're shooting each other to scrap down there."
"What do we do with the shuttle locked in the bay," Harika asked.
"Can you force it open ?"
"Perhaps, but I've got a better solution."
"Sopo-gas injection ?"
"It's like you read my mind."
Yriel thought for a second. "Do it."
Harika ran her hands through the command sequence, hooking up what looked
like a pair of standard air lines, but instead of circulating fresh air
through the shuttle, she suffused the air with soporific gas for several
minutes.
"That ought to have knocked them out cold for some time," she reckoned.
"Pop the doors, see what drops out then," Raxen said.
Harika shook her head. "Bay's not pressurized yet. Plus, I want a little
insurance just in case they have a gasproof system. Wanna come along ?"
"We're done up here anyway," Yriel said, "The Wixennia and the Maestas will
be fighting each other for a while while they try to figure out what
exactly happened - and the Maestas denial of having used the bio-missiles
will only reinforce the Wixennia suspicions that they have."
"What's that mean for our people, effectively ?" Raxen asked.
"I think Hadiz will soon be free of the occupation - either on its own as
the Wixennia start pulling out to fight the Maestas, or when the Desdem
start moving."
"And in the meantime we get to have our fun." Raxen interjected.
"I wonder just how much bigger we'll go this time," Harika mused.
"Let's first see what we have, shall we," Yriel responded.
"What do we do with the pilots," Harika asked while checking the charge
on the seizure gun.
"Depends," Yriel said, confirming her weapon had a full charge as well
before taking off the safety, "how loyal they are to their mistress."
"You're not planning to throw them in there as well if push comes to shove,
are you," Raxen asked, arming her weapon.
"Like I said, it depends the intensity of their loyalty."
The three of them walked towards the shuttle out of view of its camera's
and forward viewport.
Harika felt the doorlock, and smiling, she pulled it open and stuck the
seizure pistol inside.
"Goodie, they're all fast asleep."
"So," Raxen mumbled, glancing at the sleeping figure in the back, "that's
what a Wixennia Hag looks like. Doesn't look like anything special to me."
"What did you expect then," Yriel asked.
"I don't know what ... but I expected ... something I guess."
"Let's just hurry and get them into someplace secure."

The pilot of the shuttle woke up, finding herself solidly strapped to
an examination slab, bathed in bright light from all directions.
"She's awake," an electronically modified voice spoke.
"Good," a second said, "then we can begin."
"Shouldn't we ascertain her loyalties first ?" Voice #3 asked.
"Why bother," Voice 2 said casually, "she's Wixennia. They're fanatics."
"Damn straight," the pilot said defiantly, "Power to the Wixennia!"
"Well, well," Voice 1 spoke, "seems we don't really agree to that."
"So what," the pilot laughed, "we will win anyway."
"We don't think so," Voice 2 said, "but then, you won't be around to see
which way the wind will blow. Or even when you are, you're not likely to
be able to enjoy it."
The pilot fell silent.
"What do you want to start with," Voice 3 asked.
"Compound Alpha-1, 20."
Yriel accepted the air hypodermic and shot its contents into the underside
of the pilot's left breast.
"Interesting effect," she said as the skin on the bottom half grew loose
and baggy.
She zapped another dose into the aureola to a similar effect, then evened
out her test subject with a series of short bursts.
"Note results," she said, smiling at the sight.
"Noted," Voice 1 said, "next ?"
"Not until we've determined her full volume. Fill her up with Omega."
"Do you just want a loose fill or until it backs up," Voice 3 asked.
"Fill her to bursting point," Voice 2 said coldly, "and use the pressurized
feed because we've got much more to do today."
A pair of hoses were roughly pushed into the pilot's nipple valves and a
warm, viscous and creamy liquid exploded in, filling out the bags on her
chest to large, hard balloons pressing on her body.
"Is that all," voice 1 asked, sounding disappointed.
"You can't expect miracles from only 120 of one compound," voice 2 said.
"Well, give her some more then," voice 1 goaded.
"I'm more interested in seeing if any of the others works as predicted."
"Do we have enough room here for that," Voice 3 asked.
The pilot had slightly lifted her head and gazed at the pair of towering
balloons resting on her chest, hoses still through her central valves, with
tiny amounts of yellow-green glowing liquid oozing out.
What in the Nine Circles had they done to her ?
"Plenty," Voice 2 said, "Let me just check her out before we continue."
A hand pressed on one of her inflated breasts, a not unpleasant feeling.
"Turn up the pressure another click and hit her, she's not full enough."
"But," voice 3 protested, "they're already erect, you can't expect to fit
more inside of there."
"She doesn't have enough volume yet," Voice 2 said haughtily,"so turn it up
and give her another hit. I'll tell you when to stop."
As the pressure built, the hand sharply dug its fingers into the breast,
sending a sharp wave of pain into the pilot, who screwed her eyes shut as
the weight on her chest increased and the intense pressure in her breasts
soared to impossible heights.
"That's so much better," Yriel cooed as the pilot's breasts ballooned to
over twice their former inflated size, "That'll do. Pull the hoses."
Raxen gave a sharp tug, and with a loud POP and little squirts of luminous
liquid the pipes pulled free.
Running her hands over the taut red skin, she saw the strapped down pilot
wince in pain, clenching her fists, curling her toes.
"Give her a shot of painkiller," voice 1 pleaded.
"She's Wixennia, they kick on pain," voice 2 responded, continuing her
manual inspection until she reached the summits.
"How much Compound Beta-1 do you want next," voice 3 asked.
"None," Voice 2 said, "we'll leave this as-is for the moment - I'm enjoying
this view far too much. What else do we have ?"
"We've got three substances in this category left, and we have another
three substances in the other category."
"Give me 200 of Alpha-2."
"You'll have to mainline that if you want that much," voice 1 warned.
"And that's going to be a problem ?"
"Well, no, but just so you know."
A sharp sting on the back of pilot's hand jolted her from the throbbing
pain pulsing through her chest as a burning sensation began traveling
up her arm, and slowly she started losing control of her body; first her
fingers, then her hand, her arm, her shoulder, then it flooded across her
body, rendering her motionless, unable to even blink her staring eyes.
"Cover her eyes or close them," voice 1 said, and a cloth dropped over
her face, replacing her brightly lit environment with soothing darkness.
	"Right, kill those insanely bright lights," Yriel said, "we don't
need them anymore now."
The light in the room dimmed to more managable levels and the three of them
circled the paralyzed form of the Wixennia pilot.
"Next ?" Harika suggested.
"Beta-2, yes. I'm a little annoyed she's so completely incapacitated."
"Why ?"
"It'll make it harder to evaluate the results for Phase 2."
"How much do you want ?"
"50 will do I guess. And spread her legs, I need a clear view."
Yriel stuck the syringe in the pilot's hand again and emptied it, put her
hand in the paralyzed Wixennia's crotch, waiting for a response.
"This may take a while to metabolize," she said, patiently waiting.
A few minutes later, the pilot convulsed, setting the massive taut balloons
on her chest dangerously swaying as a gush of warm sticky liquid poured
from between her legs.
"Good girl," Yriel said patronizingly, "100 this time, and stabilize those
breasts - we don't want anything bad to happen. Yet."
The second gush came faster, and with much more intensity.
"200 now ?" Raxen asked.
"No," Yriel said. "We're done messing around. It's time we did some serious
stuff right now. Fire up the systems."
"Is it me," Raxen said, "or do her boobs look larger than before ?"
"Possibly," Yriel said, nodding, "but they'll get a whole lot bigger in a
few once we have full control."
"I've got the system up," Harika called, "Ready when you are."
"Here we go," Yriel said, squeezing the contents of the syringe into the
the red-skinned Wixennia.
"Nothing so far," Harika said dejectedly.
"Give it time, this stuff probably won't work instantly," Yriel suggested.
	About 15 minutes later the monitor signalled a warning.
"I have a drop in conscious activity," Harika called.
"Much ?"
"No not really so far, and ..."
The monitor sounded again.
"Nine Circles, well, she's a goner. I just lost her."
"Everything ?"
"I have what looks like heartbeat, a few basic neural functions, though I
can't pick out which, and body funcions, but that's about it."
"Sounds like what we wanted to achieve."
"Well, yes, but ..." Harika hesitated.
"You're not getting cold feet are you," Yriel asked her sternly.
"No, that's not it, it's just ..." Harika cast down her eyes. "I guess I
just have a little too much respect for life. Call it a personal flaw."
"Comfort yourself then," Raxen said, removing the voice modulator from her
throat, "that they would have done the same thing to you if the positions
would have been reversed."
"We're not done yet here," Yriel said, pointing her thumb back at the
strapped down Wixennia.
"Beta-1, Gamma-1 and Zeta-1 ?"
"Exactly."
"Shouldn't we drain the Omega out of her first ?"
"No, because those three work as a catalyst with Omega for their respective
effects, and I really need to know what does what. I've modelled it in the
lab but I'd really like confirmation."
"Let's party then," Raxen said. "How much Beta-1 do you want ?"
"Just a little," Yriel said, throwing her voice modulator on a side table.
"I'll establish a baseline," Harika added, pulling herself together.
Yriel pulled the straps holding the Wixennia onto the slab away and just
for kicks, ran her hands over the bulbous boobs, ending with a pinch of the
fat, turgid nipples holding back the enormous volume of liquid inside.
"Lovely," she said, "give me 25 of Beta-1 and stand back."
"What's this supposed to do," Raxen asked, handing Yriel the air hypo.
"It's the booster catalyst in the preparation phase of a restructuring,"
Yriel lectured, "it's used to initiate that first growth impulse to pump up
a subject to accept the main inputs. It's mainly a targeted substance, so
this should prove interesting."
She squeezed the air hypo between the pair of red breasts and pulled the
trigger, shooting the substance in.
	The response came instantly.
The breasts sagged the dark brown, almost black aureolae spread out like
a stain on the bright red breasts, bulging as they became larger, and as
they spread, the turgid nipples twisted and swelled with the black stain,
filling out.
The breasts fell further, hips widened, her tight, firm buttocks puffed up,
her crotch rolled outwards, the opening between her legs widening, and
as the breasts fully deflated, the process slowed and stalled.
"Refill her," Yriel said, "see if the dose has run its course."
Raxen and Harika plugged the hoses back into the massive but firm black
nipples and quickly topped off the overdeveloped breasts to erectness
again as a few last changes rolled through the body.
"That was cool," Harika said, arming to the experiment.
"She's getting quite big," Raxen said, a little worried, regulating the
filler control to get the Wixennia's swollen red orbs up to shape again.
"Wait till you see the other stuff hit her then." Yriel laughed.
"What's Gamma-1 do ?" Raxen asked, curious.
"It's another catalyst like Beta-1, only less picky, so she'll likely
start getting bigger."
"Uh, shouldn't we get her off that slab then and get the equipment
out of the way ?"
"I only want 5 of this stuff precisely for that reason."
"How much bigger should she get on that ?"
"It should leave her with somewhat inflated boobs. That enough ?"
"Can I ride her ?" Harika asked, now excited and aroused.
Yriel stared daggers at her, then slowly and calmly said "No."
"Spoilsport," Harika muttered, giving Yriel a big wink before turning to
her instruments again.
"Here we go," Yriel said, hitting her test subject in the same place as
before, jumping away to make room.
Instantly, the upright breasts started sinking to the sides, as they became
larger, strange crunching and crackling noises emanating from the body as
it stretched, head and feet sliding beyond the limits of the slab, arms
falling off the sides, causing the breasts to roll further sideways, liquid
sloshing inside, still growing larger, before the process slowly dwindled
to a halt.
"Wow," Harika said. "That was just 5cc's ?"
"How much did she gain," Raxen inquired.
"A good two feet in height," Harika read from her screen.
"Refill her for the last test," Raxen asked, pulling up the fillers.
"No, Yriel said, "Just leave her like this."
"She looks so weird," Harika said, lifting up one of the beachball sized,
half-filled breasts and nuzzling the large, stiff nipple, before letting
it fall again and feeling down her supersized crotch, unable to wrap her
hands around the enormous clit standing guard over the huge opening.
"You done playing," Yriel asked. "We have more to do you know."
"Sorry," Harika pouted, "I just wanted to feel what she was like."
"Well, if you want feel you'll get feel with this last test."
A strange, slightly insane grin slid across Yriel's face.
"You're scaring me," Raxen said, "what's that stuff do ?"
"I'll tell you in a few. But we can't run this test here. Take her to the
large room first."
"But we've set up all the instruments here," Harika complained.
"We won't need instruments for this final test," Yriel said, laughing, "we
can eyeball the results just fine."
"What's that stuff do then," Harika asked, dragging the inert body onto
a hovergurney while Raxen pushed from the other side.
"You'll see. You'll even like it."
They got to the bigger room, and Yriel instructed them to drop her down in
the middle of the room and clear out to the monitor room.
After placing a small device on the forehead she sat down on the Wixennia,
intending to use the air hypo between the breasts.
"What're you waiting for," Harika called from the door, "do it!"
"Hang on," Yriel said, deviously switching the 20cc container for a 40cc,
before pushing it onto the spot.
"Well, she mumbled, here goes nothing," pulling the trigger and hearing the
angry hiss as the air hypo forced the liquid into the target.
	She pulled the air hypo off, and waited for the inevitable.
The pair of big red breasts began to inflate first, turning from bags to
balloons in seconds, quickly followed by the legs and arms straightening,
the head tilting slightly back, and the entire body began to vibrate.
Deciding it was time to go, Yriel double checked the device she had
installed, and dashed for the door to the side.
Behind her, the Wixennia began to grow and expand, becoming larger and
larger by the second, her dark red skin blossoming with glowing golden
yellow highways as it stretched and stretched, encasing more and more
volume as her form disproportionaly ballooned, breasts and crotch growing
much faster than the rest of her body, bulging forms rolling and writhing
on and below her skin as the body grew and contorted into a massively
busted, hugely sexed caricature of itself.
"Fuck me," Harika gasped, "she's enormous."
"How much did you give her," Raxen asked.
"Only 40cc's."
"How are we going to get her down ? Or aren't we going to get her down ?
We don't have to get her down do we ? We can use her as a funhouse the way
she is now, can't we ?" Harika asked eagerly, her eyes gleaming.
"Oh, I can get her down real fast," Yriel said.
"More foam," Raxen complained, "and who's going to make her cum this time
to get her down ?"
Yriel held a little remote in front of Raxen. "One press of a button and
there she blows. I put an autohypo filled with that cum catalyst on her."
"Aww, do we have to take her down," Harika moped, "she's fan-fucking-tastic
as she is right now."
"We do," Yriel said, "for now. But I'm sure this is easily repeatable now
that we know how it works. Now close that door so I can set her off."

"So we do have enough data now ?" Harika asked, sitting down at the old
terminal, activating it and waiting until it reported operational.
"I think we do," Yriel said, sitting down at the one opposite.
"Before we continue," Harika said, looking straight at Yriel, "you do
realize that what we're about to do is highly illegal, very unethical,
very much forbidden by law and on top of being totally taboo in our own
society, very dangerous ?"
"You mean you don't want to do it ?"
"I didn't say that. I just gave you a reality check."
"Yeah I know. But it'll be fun, won't it ?"
Harika looked up, smiling, "if it works, hell yeah."
"What's the idea anyway," Raxen asked, leaning against the doorpost of
the small room, "what's this room for ?"
"We're going to make a very special, custom bio-bomb."
	The shuttle copilot paced her cell, unable to sit down, too many
angry thoughts clouding her brain, angry at herself, angry at whoever
had fucked with them, angry at this stupid cell. Fear was never an
emotion for her - she was Wixennia, and the fearful never made adulthood.
The door on her cell clicked open, and without hesitation she dashed for
it into the hall beyond. A quick look revealed a square of light to her
left, and she ran for it, not caring what would happen if it was a trap.
She was Wixennia. She would take as many with her as she could for the
greater glory of her tribe.
She skidded to a stop, finding herself in a rather large, featureless
room as the door behind her slid closed.
"Is this the best you can do, you weaklings," she shouted, "come on, give
me the best you got, I'm Wixennia! I can take it and then pay you back in
fucking spades!"
"Oh you'll get the very best we have to offer," Harika said, smiling,
standing on a balcony a few levels above the floor.
"Come on down here, you cowardly Hadiz, I'll tear you limb from limb!"
"Don't worry, you'll have a chance to prove your quality in a few."
"I don't need to prove nothing to some inferior tribe - I'm Wixennia."
"We'll see about that," Harika said mysteriously before she turned and
left, leaving the cursing and ranting copilot behind.
"Got her riled up real good," Raxen asked.
"That's so easy with them - just hint they're second best. She took it
hook, line and sinker." Harika said, laughing, then turned to Yriel.
"Is it ready ?"
"Almost. It hatched a few minutes ago, and I'm running a final diagnosis
on it now to check for undesirable traits."
"Finding any ?"
"None so far. I'm actually impressed with this bio-hatchery - they don't
make them like this anymore."
"That's because they're highly illegal these days," Raxen reminded her.
"All's fair in lust and war," Yriel quipped, "and the biobomb checks out
fully OK - this should be very good."
"How large is it ?"
"Large. It has to carry all the volume to transfer, remember."
"What did you two program it for," Raxen asked, curious.
Harika and Yriel looked at each other and broke out laughing.
"Shall we tell her," Harika giggled.
Yriel shook her head and they both burst out laughing again, until the
computer gave a signal.
"Alright, let's blow something up," Harika said, clapping her hands.
"More precisely," Yriel said smiling, "let's blow someone up."
"Just how are you going to introduce that bio-bomb," Raxen asked, "or is
that secret as well ?"
"There's a hatch opposite of the balcony, it'll just roll down a chute
onto the floor."
"When ?"
"About now - and don't even think of going out that door to the balcony
until I tell it's safe."

The Wixennia was still standing cursing and challenging in the direction
of the balcony when a rush of air struck her from behind, followed by a
sploshing sound of something soft hitting the ground.
Confident she could handle whatever she pivoted on her heel, prepared
to look her opponent in the eye.
When she caught sight what had just dropped into the room, she just
laughed in full confidence.
Instead of someone to fight, it was something - a large, dull brown
leathery globe about 20 feet across with no apparent protrusions, just
sitting there on the floor.
The red skinned copilot roared with laughter as she saw the strange
thing on the floor in front of her.
Her laughter quickly faded as the ball began rolling towards her, and
from a fold on its surface, 4 long tentacles snapped out at her.
She tried rolling out of the way, but couldn't avoid all of them, and
one caught her on the right side breast, dragging her towards the ball
and the other, waiting tentacles.
She struggled, tried to remove the tentacle from her body but it gripped
her like like a vice, and even as she was trying to pull the first off,
the other three approached and latched onto her, effectively ending
her resistance as the one over her face forced a solid cocktail of the
paralytic and mindmelting agents into her.
Almost immediately afterwards, her hips began to widen, her tight,
shapely behind puffed up and began filling out, her thighs fattened and
filled, even as her her legs spread apart while her crotch ballooned
outwards, the massive mound dominating her swollen abdomen, the tentacle
locked onto the top of the fast-growing clit while below it her once
tight pussy developed into a massive, gaping, dripping maw of lust.
On her chest meanwhile, her breasts blasted from beneath the tentacles,
quickly inflating to massive sacks stretching to the sides of her
distorting body, as the large ball began deflating, pumping its volume
into the expanding breasts, until it was only a deflated husk on the
floor of the hall, the limp tentacles falling away from the body, having
wrought their work.
	For several minutes, nothing appeared to happen, just the body
with the spread apart legs on the floor with the pair of massive, sloshing
tits to either side, when suddenly, the body began convulsing, growing,
changing again.
The rest of her body bulged outwards, matching her massive abdomen for
proportion, only she got taller as well, bringing her back to somewhat
balanced proportions, but still with massive, swaying breasts, moving
like gelatin on speed, and while her body heaved and swelled, the
breasts billowed and bulged, black aureolae spreading like spilled ink
on her sunset red boobs, nipples extruded from the black patches,
swaying towers on a rising foundation, climbing up and out from the
huge sack below.
The pace of growth and shifting volume around slowed, and eventually
stopped, leaving its results lying on the floor.
Again, for several minutes nothing happened, the massive nipples swaying
slowly on top of the shifting breasts, the massive crotch pulsing as if
it had its own heartbeat, the rest of the body completely inert.
Suddenly the breasts began to pulse and beat, contracting, expanding,
rhythmically throbbing, the nipples, stiffening and erecting even further,
and the pulse shifted; instead of contracting after every beat, the huge
red balloons started growing in surges, beating bigger and bigger,
filling out, dwarfing the massive body suspended under it as began to
overcome it own weight, floating upwards towards the ceiling, beating
bigger and bigger, stretching, growing, hardening, while the the huge
black aureolae billowed out, turning to dark hemispheres on top of the
massive elongating red balloons, the huge shafts on top stiff tubes
pointing ahead, until the entire body floated up towards the ceiling,
splaying out against the ceiling, spreading out, breasts still beating
and expanding, growing downwards, and when her titanic nipples finally
reached the walls, her hips and crotch started beating, growing, blowing
up, disproportionally swelling, quickly followed by the rest of her body,
until finally, 10 long minutes later the throbbing stopped.

"Nine Circles," Raxen gasped.
"Copy that," Harika mumbled, "that wasn't quite what we wanted."
Yriel just stared wordlessly at the image repeated from the room, before
turning to her terminal and running through the entire diagnosis of
the the biobomb, picking out sections, paging through them, shaking her
head, flipping to the next one, shaking her head again, on and on.
"You're not going to find it, give it up," Harika said softly, "rather,
see if you can find a solution to that monster gasbag we have there."
"Oh, that's easy. Just poke a hole in her," Yriel said sarcastically.
"Uhm, before we do anything radical," Raxen interjected, breaking the
glowering stares going back and forth between Harika and Yriel, "is it
safe to go in there to check her out ?"
"Good question," Yriel said, giving Harika a catty smile before turning
to her terminal and running a few programs.
Harika rolled her eyes and sat down at her terminal, rolling through a
different set of tests and scans before merging her report with the one
on Yriel's terminal, who raised her eyebrow at Harika, but stole a smile
in her direction nonetheless.
"Verdict ?" Harika carefully asked.
The yellow scientist pursed her lips, paged through the data, eyes
scanning the screen, one hand on the scroller, the other massaging one
of her breasts, and slowly she began to nod.
"I'm not seeing any cues that there's any risks involved, which doesn't
mean they're not there, but there's nothing here that screams dangerous."
"Shall we go, then ?" Raxen asked, smiling, hands on the door controls.
"Don't touch those controls," Yriel said calmly. "We go down the stairs
and use the ground level exit."
"But this door isn't that high up the wall," Raxen protested.
"Nevertheless, we'll go through the ground exit. Once we're there you'll
understand. Trust me."
They tromped down the stairs into the room, craning their necks to look
up at the huge form splayed on the ceiling.
"We could easily have used the upstairs door; look," Raxen pointed.
Yriel nodded, "True, but it was safer to do an initial inspection from
ground level. And don't go near that biobomb husk, it might still have
something to give."
Harika squinted, looking around the form on the ceiling.
"OK, so what do we do now besides staring ? Haul her down ?"
"We don't know just how much lift she's generating. Or what happens when
we get close to her."
"I say to hell with being careful," Raxen stated, "let's just get up
there and see what it does."
Harika stole a glance at Yriel, waiting for the inevitable razor sharp
comment to slice apart Raxen's carelessness.
"Maybe you're right and I am too careful," Yriel finally said, "and maybe
we should just get on there and see what happens, too, but the scientist
in me is screaming out to take it a step at a time."
A mischievous glint appeared in her eyes, and she threw both her friends
a schoolgirl glance, "let's do it," she said, and they broke into a run
for the staircase.
	Harika gently ran her hands over the taut red surface in front of
her, pushing the tips of her fingers in, pushing her face in, feeling,
probing and testing the surface presented to her.
"Feels very nice," she said, "it's taut, but still quite flexible, and
it's got a nice skin-like feel to it."
"I've just got one question," Raxen said, "how do I get on top ?"
Harika jerked her thumb at the massive black tube stretching into the
corner, "I'd say, climb on it."
Without further hesitation, Raxen walked over to the gigantic nipple,
which completely dwarfed her, and with a litle help from Yriel, she
managed to get on top of it and began crawling toards the hemispherical
aureola ahead.
"How does it feel," Harika shouted.
"Feels fantastic - it's stiff solid like a big balloon!" Raxen replied.
"Take care not to fall," Yriel called.
"Don't worry, I got plenty grip here," the lime green woman called, 
trying to move onto the massive hemisphere, but coming up short at the
near vertical wall taller than she was, before returning the same way she
came to the walkway.
"We just have to get her down," Harika said, "we can do nothing with her
stuck to the ceiling."
"I have an idea," Yriel said, "are you ready for some zero G ?"
"Let's clean out that husk on the floor first then, so it won't get in
our way - just as an added precaution."
A quick shift and a slam of the garbage chute later they had the floor
free of any undesirable obstacles.
Yriel pressed a few buttons on a panel, then confirmed they had no gravity
by gently pushing off the surface.
Working together, they manhandled the massive shape down to the floor so
they could do a better inspection.
"Whew," Harika said, floating above the enormous shape, "she's huge."
"Test her lift capacity ?" Raxen asked.
"How ?" Yriel inquired.
"Hold onto her and see if she goes up and how fast. We know she can
support herself."
"That should work," Harika agreed, pushing off a nearby surface, launching
herself at one of the massive red legs, hugging it tightly as she reached
it, working her way up, hand over hand, past the insanely large crotch,
up to between the giant boobs, setting herself down next to Raxen.
"Activating gravity ... now," Yriel called.
"She's going," Raxen warned, feeling herself sink into the surface as 
gravity's pull returned.
"Just her boobs are rising, we're not going anywhere," Harika responded.
Slowly, the ungainly boobs rose up towards the ceiling, the body staying
relucantly on the floor, weighed down by the pair of women sitting on top
of her.
"Gross," Raxen said, looking up, "her boobs are a little translucent."
"Kinky actually," Harika responded.
Yriel came down, and they decided to tie the massive red balloon to the
floor wih a restraining strap for the time being.
They would figure out what to do with her later, first, they had bigger
business to attend to. Much bigger.

"Hi Cilenia."
"Whoever you are, you will release me immediately."
"I don't think you're in any position to make demands," Yriel said, looking
down into the cell through the viewport in the top.
"I don't know who you are, or who you're working for, but lay one hand on
me and my tribe will make you suffer for eternity."
Sitting down at the edge of the viewport, Yriel smiled confidently.
"You see, there's the problem. As far as your tribe is concerned, your
shuttle was destroyed by the ever-scheming Maestas, who then launched a
forbidden weapon to eliminate half the Wixennia fleet - naturally your
tribe did live up to their rather ... zealous ... reputation, so both
fleets are now decimated and ready to be dealt with later, but they've
already declared you dead."
"I don't believe a word of that. You had better release me now, and I'll
put in a good word to spare your miserable lives."
"I think I'd rather risk death than spend whatever time I've got left as
a Wixennia lust slave or test subject, really."
"Who says I'll have you killed," Cilenia threatened, 
"I call your bluff," Yriel said, laughing, "but I'm willing to play double
or quits."
""I'm not in the mood for any games," the Wixennia Hag snarled, launching
all of her 8-foot athletic frame at the viewport, determined to smash it
and break out, finding that the translucent material was much harder and
much tougher than she had estimated.
"These are the rules," Yriel said calmly as Cilenia sat up, shook to clear
her head, before glowering at the big busted woman on the other side of the
glass, "in a few minutes, I am going to open the door to your cell. If
you manage to escape, you are free to leave. If not, I will deal with
you as I see fit."
Cilenia laughed harshly, an unpleasant grating sound to Yriel's ears.
"And what if I don't agree to your rules ?"
"I never mentioned you had a choice in the matter. When the door opens you
will make your bid for freedom. After all, you're Wixennia, so your
conditioning and training to grasp every chance will take over."
"Damn straight it will," the dark red Hag said proudly, "I am Wixennia.
We are the warriors. We are superior. All others will bow before us."
"Now that is the question here. Mind you, if you fail, you're mine."
"No chance, balloonboobs," Cilenia bluffed, "if I win, I promise you will
live - and I'm determined to find out just how far you can be stretched."
"Better get ready then," Yriel said, a smile spreading across her face,
"because I'm really curious to know how far you will be stretched."
Yriel waved goodbye, and the Wixennia Hag snarled at her like a wild
animal, pounding her fists into the viewport.
	"Sorted," Harika asked.
"Sorted. She's as angry as I dared to make her - she actually looks quite
sexy when she's worked up - so we should be good."
"I don't understand what's attractive about then," Raxen complained, "they
all have their breasts reduced to bare minimum, when they're not cloned
without them anyway, and by the time they reach maturity they're all
covered in scars, not to mention their often ridiculous physiques."
"You don't like strong, tough succubae then," Yriel asked, "I think it's
rather kinky to see all that strength ripple beneath their skin."
"I don't get off on it no," the lime green engineer said, "the only hard
things I like go between my legs - for the rest I prefer soft."
"OK, it's almost showtime. Harika - path status ?"
"All alternate route panels are locked down. She's got one route to the
elevator of Doom."
"Raxen - mechanical status ?"
"The bucket is in place - are you sure this is going to work ?"
"It's not like we're leaving her any choices. Restructurer Status: I've got
a green light on every nu-feed. How are we for power ?"
Raxen typed a few commands, bringing up the generator display.
"I've got all non-essential systems offline. The shield and weapon
generators are hooked into the main grid. The energy converters all checked
out fully functional. Uhm, just one question."
"We have time for that - go ahead."
"Is it really a wise idea to give that monster that much nu-flow ? This is
several orders of magnitude bigger and more powerful than any of us has
ever even heard rumors about. What if it goes out of control ?"
"I'm prepared to risk that," Yriel said firmly, "to give that bitch a good
taste of her own medicine."
"Then another thing," Harika piped up, "suppose things do work out - do
we even have a nu-tank here big enough to support her ?"
"Yes. Like I said, this base has been designed with this kind of thing in
mind apparently - if necessary I can flood the central chamber to work as
a nu-tank. Time for questions is up - it's showtime."
Yriel brought up the camera's on the screens in the monitoring room, and
entered the sequence to unlock and open the Hag's cell.

Cilenia bolted from the cell before the door was even fully open, putting
every ounce of strength and speed she had into her long bounding strides,
practically leaping for the first door she saw.
Locked down.
Cursing her captors, she ran for the next door.
Locked down.
She smashed her fist into the lockdown panel, and when that failed, she
resorted to using her legs, but not even one of her fabled destructive
kicks could make even a dent in the shield panel.
She took off down the hall, racing past the locked down doors, until one
door panel showed a green light.
Jumping at the door, she smashed the open button, and as it began opening,
she snarled, and forced the double doors apart, thundering down the next
passage, locked doors on either side flashing by her, adrenalin pumping,
her rage seething, ready to explode if she got her big hands on that
annoying yellow bigboobed bitch, swearing under her breath to beat her to
within an inch of her life, punching the next door button as it came within
reach, sprinting into the next corridor, a dark tunnel, faintly lit from
the ceiling by translucent pipes carrying a swirling orange-yellow liquid.
Ignoring the large nu-feeds overhead, she tore into a cross corridor, only
to find it blocked at the end by a locked down door, and when venting some
of her near limitless anger didn't work, she turned around and went the
other way, up an elevator, into another corridor, left, right, up, down,
until she lost track of direction and distance, but never stopping, never
realizing it was a ploy to further entrap her in the crisscrossing halls
of the large base.
She ran past locked down lab doors, her bare feet pounding the sterile
white floor below her, her eyes locked onto the green dot at the end of
the wide corridor, hungering to deliver that blow to the switch, hungering
for the brief recharge period as her escape continued, hungering for her
revenge, already fantasizing what she was going to do, imagining how she
would stuff that pathetic Lilis' tits with bioplasma until they would
nearly burst, then inject her with accelerant to increase her capacity,
before pumping her full again, stretching her up until she would beg for
mercy - only to receive another hit of accelerant followed by bioplasma.
She had this special breed of bioworm, one that would love nesting in
that nice little yellow womb, brutally widening out the passage to the
outside, giving her and her loyal disciples hours of fun and lust, yes,
revenge would be orgasmically sweet.
Cilenia stomped the elevator switch, and the large doors opened to the
open cage of large freight elevator.
Rolling onto the floor, it began moving, up again, and she took the time
to recover from her exertion, focussing on the next dash that would never
come, preparing for a run to freedom that wouldn't be.
Halfway in the shaft, the elevator jerked to a sudden stop, right next to
a service grate.
"Perfect," Cilenia roared, diving at the grate, ripping it off the opening
and throwing it aside, before crawling down the dimly lit tunnel beyond it,
into what she believed her way to escape the route set by her captors.
Behind her, the large elevator jerked up, blocking the tunnel exit before
stopping again, leaving the large, red Wixennia no other choice but to
continue into the twisting maze of tunnels. She was sure she'd find a 
route to to wherever she liked.
	Cilenia howled in frustration, bringing down both her massive 
fists at another sealed blast door, before backtracking for perhaps the
twentieth time already, cursing her instincts, cursing her eagerness in
grasping at every route apparently available. She had fallen into what
turned out to be a carefully designed trap, forcing her onwards, tiring
her, but never once did her rage and effort fade or ebb as she worked
her way through the route set for her.
Giving up or sitting down never once even appeared as an option - there
was always the chance they had been good for their words, and then, then
her visions of vindication would turn to screaming, wailing reality.
Up ahead, she spied a half open inspection door, and a rancid and sickly
sweet smell filled the tunnel.
Oh well, Cilenia thought, if I have to wade through refuse to get out of
here, I will. I'll just have to think of an ever more horrible humiliation
and mutilation when I get back - because I will have my revenge.
She grabbed the thick inspection door for support, and wrinkling her nose,
she stared down into the vertical tube down to a bend a few levels
down - oh well, a skin rash would be the least of her problems.
Without further hesitation, she stepped in, and let herself drop down
to what she thought would be a refuse collection hole.
As she dropped, the heavy sweet scent got thicker, and as recognition
flooded her senses, she vainly tried to arrest her downward momentum,
but before she even lost half her speed, she bombed out of the tube,
which slammed shut behind her, plunging into a sea of tentacles.

"Lovely, graceful entry," Raxen said.
"It was the only route I could map that was long enough to confuse, and
short enough to survive," Harika replied.
"How long before she gets snared ?"
"Won't be long now," Yriel said, "better start cranking up those nutrient
inflows. I have the idea something is about to wake up spectacularly."
She had just finished speaking those words when a deep rumble echoed
through the room, and the floor shook.
"Are you sure that thing's properly contained in there," Raxen asked,
fear in her eyes and voice.
"It's waking up," Harika said, her eyes locked on the monitor as the
nine perimeter pods thrust upwards, each folding open into a large three
petalled platform, each extending a black twisting mass of tentacles
before closing and sinking again, followed by the three massive fleshy
towers in the middle rising up, each unraveling a pair of pinky red, 
vein-encrusted graspers stretching, as if testing its function, probing,
feeling, waking from a long slumber.
From the thick sea of writhing limbs, one thick, red snake reared up,
and as it rose, it pulled the struggling form of Cilenia up from between
the sinuous mass filling he space between the nine perimeter pods and the
triple central core.
"Where is it taking her," Yriel asked, filling her screen with diagnostics
and data, targeting Cilenia with the scanners, wanting to follow every
single thing that happened.
"It's taking her to one of the perimeter pods."
"Which one ?"
"Near group, center pod. It's on screen. Look for yourself."
	Cilenia stared down to the three massive petals sliding open to
unleash their ravenous horde of thin, ropey tentacles, wrapping around
her arms, her neck, her waist, her wrists, her thighs and her ankles,
before the vice-like grip on her foot slackened, and the giant red snake
sank down into the writhing lake, while she descended, gripped by what
felt like thin steel cables tightly wrapped around her, into the center
of the platform, feeling her legs being pulled apart, no matter how hard
she tried to keep them together as she approached the surface.
Out of the central tunnel shot a thick pink protrusion, studded with
bumps and ribs, bending over to her.
The head split apart, revealing a trio of thick three-petal flowers that
opened as they descended onto her, wrapping around her crotch and over 
where her breasts should be.
A moist, black wurmlike finger slithered from the center of the pink shaft,
past the flower sucking itself onto her crotch, between the pair solidly
attached to her chest, before its head flapped open and launched itself
at her face, covering her nose, mouth and cheeks with a sticky wet membrane
forming an airtight seal, sending Cilenia into a wild panic until she
found out she could breathe through it, but unbeknownst to her, every
breath was slowly breaking down her resistance, her will to fight, her
will to be, her ability to be, even.
	"Novel approach, using that living breather mask," Raxen said.
"Old approach actually. But hey, it works. Are those nu-feeds up to
speed yet ?"
"I've got 90% and climbing. Yriel ? I'm actually scared what this thing
is going to do. I mean ... Kyrna was already huge, and that was from a
controlled-bred biopod. This thing's so much bigger and older ... I can't
even imagine how big she'll end up. Nevermind what happens if she starts
foaming up on us, or worse, ballooning."
"You're not the only one who's afraid," Harika said, "I'm scared as well,
but I'm also insanely curious, not to mention insanely horny just seeing
this happen."
"I'm a little apprehensive as well," Yriel admitted, "but I think the
people who built this base knew what they were doing - and I trust that."
"It's too late to turn back anyway," Harika said, shifting her slender,
dark green legs, plunging one hand into the well of sticky fluid between
them, "it's beginning."
Three pairs of eyes longingly gazed towards the screen showing the action.
	The black strings holding Cilenia onto the soft, moist surface
of the pod had slid back down the central tunnel, leaving only the
bent stalk latched onto her, the mask over her face being reeled back,
leaving only the three flowers sucked onto her sturdy, well-trained body,
as the base of the stalk began bulking up, its girth increasing from the
bottom as if something big was sliding up it, distending it as it rose
to the point where the stalk split apart, forming a big balloonlike
bulge below the split, stretching the surface apart, foling up, before
the three separate stalks gained their girth, and the transformation was
fully underway.
Soundlessly, the process began, Cilenia's trim body taking on much more
voluptuous curves, losing her body tone to expansion, the flowers on her
chest first rising up to contain spheres, then splitting open to reveal
enormous masses of expanding red breasts, followed later by a huge
summit of black as they drew upwards, until they released a pair of
proportionally absolutely titanic, jet black nipples, standing shuddering
on a pair of oval balloons attached to her swollen body, her hips and thighs
well over three times proportional size, her distended crotch hanging to
halfway her knees.
As the deflated pink stalk sank into the center of the pod, Harika let
out a deep moan, flooding her chair with fluid.
"Sorry," she said, looking at the mess she had made, " but that's so ...
so ... so .... sooooooooo incredible."
"Nevermind the mess," Yriel said, "we'll clean up later. But if that got
you so turned on, I think you're in for a lot more of those."
Raxen just blankly stared at the screen, unable to say anything, working
both hands in her crotch, oblivious to anything around her.
"More," she mumbled, "there's going to be more. I want to see more. I want
to have more. Want to feel more. More. Much more."
"You'll get more," Yriel said quietly, "this was just the preparatory
phase of the process. We're about to go to the main process."
"Just as a reference," Harika interjected, pulling her hand out of her
cunt, creating a slurping sound, before rubbing her wet hand all over
her large, full breasts, "that chamber is close to 700 feet across."
Another deep rumble, and the floor shook again, jolting them out of
their discussion and rivetting their eyes on the screen.
	Inside the chamber, the other two pods in the perimeter cluster
rose up and folded open, and from each of them a large, glistening black
tentacle rose up, one each smoothly sliding down the vast valves topping
the huge elongated balloons, and the last one slowly fed between her legs,
sending the protruding crotch quaking as if filled with jelly.
The central tower nearest the perimeter cluster began swelling up, growing
taller and thicker, doubling its volume, its veins bulging off its surface,
glowing brighter, vast sacs near its base inflated and filled, lifting
the swollen, turgid tower until it nearly touched the ceiling.
Slowly, Cilenia's body began growing, catching up to her voluptuous pelvis
and thighs, hardening, rippling, becoming taut as muscles began pushing
from inside, building up, adding more and more rows, swelling beyond all
possible capacity, but still building, growing larger, her sack-like crotch
extending, first filling all the space between her massive legs, then
overflowing, crawling down to her knees, abdomen turning into a flat, hard
surface pulsing with strength, her arms twisting and swelling, matching
her legs for girth, while her full body size increased, outgrowing the
surface on the pod, which groaned to sustain her mass, before the sea of
snakes came to assistance, supporting the megamuscular form as she grew
to just over 50 feet tall, her massive hands appearing from beneath her
breasts, so far unchanged apart from her nipples, which had come to truly
towering erection, a pair of black tubes, half as high as her breasts,
and about half the height across.
The growing stopped, and the sacs beneath the tower ballooned again, and
with a mighty groan that set the entire structure shuddering, it forced
the contents out.
Instantly, the black tentacles distended to three times their diameter,
the inflow setting the huge red breasts shaking and sloshing as they bulged
and swelled, first smoothly blowing up like balloons, but the growth 
quickly degenerated into masses of overlapping bulges protruding and
growing, being absorbed back into the surface as it caught up, before new
ones formed, and the process repeated itself, a similar effect affecting
the bloating black hemispheres on top, fluid seeping out of the quickly
distending and growing tower crowning the massive balloon.
The hugely muscular body stretched and swelled, never once losing its tone,
growing, growing and expanding, until she stretched from perimeter to
central core, her massive sloshing breasts covering over a quarter of the
floor in the room, moving and shaking as if they had a life on their own.
Snaking over her body, the displaced sea of tentacles felt its way across,
digging in, lifting, playing, as the three black filler tubes withdrew
back to the perimeter, leaving the almost caricatural shape behind.
	Harika had made a complete mess of her seat, reaching another pair
of freight train orgasms, but neither of her two friends had come out of
the scene clean either - the thing that astonished her most was Yriel
in her seat, reclined, feverishly stroking and rubbing her mound, drenched
in fluid.
"That's it then," Raxen asked disappointedly, looking a bit dejected.
"You want her to be even bigger then," Yriel asked, keeping up the pace.
"No, it's just ... I don't dig the Wixennia physique, and this is really
extreme. Okay, those monster tits look kinda nice but ... "
"Not to mention her monster walk-in lust tunnel," Harika giggled, "I think
I can look past her comic book body to that."
Yriel opened her mouth to reply, but a sudden shock and a rumble, followed
by lights and instruments going out before reactivating cut her off.
"What the hell was that," Harika squealed in fear.
"Like I know," Yriel retorted, "how about looking at the screen."
Raxen gasped and pointed at the main monitor, staring wide-eyed at the live
image from the chamber.
	The three central towers dipped down, folding over, the sea of
tentacles completely gone, pulled into recesses or wrapped around stalks
coming off the main struts linking the core to the perimeter groups.
From three holes around the edge in the bulbous core, nine sinuous,
swaying, waving, dark red tentacles rose, extending out to the walls of
the chamber, feeling their way around, until they found her.
One each wrapped around her legs, two pairs slipped around her breasts,
cinching them as they pulled taut, one wrapped around her waist and the
last two snaked around her arms, lifting her off the floor, pulling her
into the center, postioning her dangling crotch over the hole from which
they had appeared, holding her there upright, releasing the cinched
breasts to flop down to either side, spreading the giant legs, lowering
her to just above the crest of the core.
Out of a hole in the center, a shiny black phallus rose, crowned with
a massive head, fed by enormous, throbbing veins, sliding up, pushing
up against the crotch without penetrating, until a pair of red tentacles
stretched her wide open, allowing the head to slide into position inside of
her right up to her pelvis, before the tentacles let go and the she closed
up around it, the form of the throbbing head inside visible through the
skin, before everything sank back down until her ass was sitting on the
core, legs spread wide, her body held down, the top of the phallus head
protruding, the hole sealed tight around it.
Around the base of the core, large stubby tentacles thrust from their
recesses and locked onto mouths revealed by the folded-over towers, three
groups of three again, before the entire core rumbled and shook, the
living hoses first shuddering, then arcing and filling, as the 360 feet
tall Amazon threw her head back, and bellowed a single guttural scream
before her breasts suddenly exploded outwards, filling up, swelling to
chamber-filling orbs, her still extruding, overly erect nipples smashing
into the reinforced walls before being forced to fold over, crawling along
the walls as they thickened and stretched, until finally it grew so large
that the tension of the valve couldn't keep it closed anymore, and a huge
flood of glowing red liquid began spilling out, but still she filled up,
even as the flow turned to a torrent, the process kept going, until it
stopped as suddenly as it had started.
The bottom half of the chamber was completely flooded with the liquid,
her boobs floating on the glowing sea, nipples the size of buildings still
leaking fluid as muscle tension slowly won from internal pressure.
The central hole irissed open, and with a sucking noise followed by a loud
pop, the phallus disengaged from her body, now fully supported, even nearly
encompassed, by her cleavage.
	The three of them stared wordlessly at the sight as the massively
inflated Wixennia slowly sagged over backwards, her distended mound pulling
from the central hole, before the rest was pushed out by something.
Harika sucked in a deep breath, shook her head and typed out a few lines
on her console.
"Shall I begin draining off the fluid," she asked Yriel, who was staring at
the image, long since having stopped masturbating, sitting as if she had
been turned to stone.
"What ? Yes, why not. I. ah, uhm ... uhm ... I'll figure out how to, uhm,
get her to a nu-tank, yes, yes I will," she responded, unable to take her
eyes off the monitor.
Raxen blinked, shook her head, then looked away from the main screen,
focussing on her cum-splattered terminal.
"Damn this thing's efficient," she said, "we never went over 70% of total
feed capacity."
All the typing and work in the room stopped.
"Say that again," Yriel whispered.
"We never went over 70% total draw from the converters."
The yellow scientist's eyes went from the main screen to her screen, then
back to staring at Raxen in what could only be described as fear, and when
the engineer stole a look over to Harika, she saw the same look in her
eyes as well.
Their reverie was broken by an enormous gurgling sound as the eerie red
lake drained down disposal pipes, and Yriel switched off the gravity
inside, allowing a group of bots to maneuver the two giant soft balloons
linked by the impossibly hard body out.
As they left the control room, Harika glanced once more at the main screen,
seeing the massive biopod slowly regain its former form and acitivity
before shutting everything down and ordering up a team of cleaning bots.

"This place is eerie," Raxen said, gazing down into the room.
"It was the best I could do on short notice," Yriel replied, "it's not like
there's much choice given her size."
"You could at least have turned on more lights in here," Harika said.
"But can't you feel the luuuust," Yriel said, her voice dropping an octave
for the last word.
"I don't know if it's lust I feel," the light green engineer said, "or that
it's just ... well ... revolting ... what we've just done. I mean, just look
at it. Her breasts are proportionally even bigger than Kyrna's were, never
mind her body and all."
"I'm torn too," Harika said, "but between lust and disgust really. I lust
to run all over her, feel her, test her, cum on her - but Raxen's right,
it's just so ... extreme ... "
"I can't even justify this as an experiment anymore," Yriel said, shaking
her head, "because of the extremity. I thought she'd just get big - but
this went beyond everything I expected. Way beyond."
They sat down on the edge of the pool, watching the two giant balloons
bob around on the surface, body drifting between them.
"So what do we do with this, besides just letting it float in here ?"
"We could give it a try," Yriel said hesitantly, "get her to the main
play room, try to make sense or fun of it all."
"Do we have any alternatives ?"
"Apart from hitting her with a cocktail of the foam-up compound and then
making her cum remotely ? Not much."
Harika looked at Raxen, who shrugged. "Let's get this over with then."

"So what's the plan," the dark green operator asked as she drifted down
while the gravity load increased, sitting down to avoid tipping over as
she felt her weight return, pouting as her breasts sagged a little.
"Oh, I don't know," Yriel said, holding onto the grip at the controls,
checking everyone landed as planned, "start crawling around I guess."
"I don't think you have to do much crawling," Raxen said, staring up
between the titanic red form's spread legs, "her cunt alone is nearly big
enough to land a shuttle in."
"If you think that's big," Harika called, "you should check out these
nipples - you can live inside of these."
"Be careful," Yriel warned, "I have no clue what might set her off, or
even if we can set her off at all given her size. Just make sure that
whatever you do, you can make a quick escape."
Climbing onto a finger, Harika began walking up the enormous arm, reaching
the body, then walked down her massive chest, past her splayed breasts,
over her rock hard stomach, onto her abdomen, standing the equivalent
of two stories up as she reached the base of the giant red mound.
Reaching forward, she felt it, and to her surprise, it was soft, unlike
the rest of her body, walking across her stomach had been like walking on
a concrete surface, and without thinking, she let herself fall into the
soft, pliable mass of flesh.
Raxen was on the floor, gazing up at a dripping cunt the height of a
2-storey building, flanked by a pair of dark red, swollen lips, and topped
by a huge black bulge, hearing Harika squeal as she dropped into the mass
at the pelvis, before deciding she wanted at least one taste of megapussy,
stepping up, and with minimal effort, pushing her way inside.
The yellow scientist meanwhile stared up the gigantic black, semi-deflated
hemispheres sitting on top of the ridiculously large breasts, shaking
her head as she walked alongside the 150 foot long, 20 foot diameter
tubes coming off them, occasionally pushing against it, feeling it was
soft, but the tough skin wouldn't give much.
She arrived at the front of it, running her hand over the large fold
forming one half of the central valve, then looked at her own breasts,
feeling silly for staring at what effectively was such a hugely enlarged
version of her own anatomy - well, minus the extreme proportions of course.
Curious, she reached up and put a hand up against the fold, then pushed and
tried to slide her fingers between it, finding it tougher than expected.
She tried again, this time pushing with one hand and trying to slide the
other in, when the valve briefly gave way and a huge blast of intensely
foul smelling gas howled out, before the valve sealed against the internal
pressure.
Wracked with coughing, Yriel dropped to the ground, her head woozy from
the blast and the rancid smell.
"Why is it," she mumbled to herself, "that every time I do this I end up
on the receiving end of something bad."
She poked around the massive Wixennia, but found nothing more to her
interest, so she turned to her party chemicals, preparing for some really
huge action.
Harika had climbed out of the soft crotch, and walked up the body again,
climbing up the slope of one soft, half-filled balloon spread to the side
of the giant body, feeling it soft and springy under her feet, jumping up
and letting herself, fall breasts first into them, bouncing a few times
off the soft surface before scrambling to her feet and doing it again.
With a slurping sound, Raxen emerged from her exploration, covered from
head to toe in thick, sticky liquid, dropping to the ground once she got
out and vomiting.
"Yuck," she said, "she's vile from the inside - just like I imagined all
of those redskins to be."
Cursing her stupidity, she cleaned off at an improvised washing stall they
had set up before joining Yriel and Harika, who'd gotten tired of just
bouncing around, at the side room where the yellow scientist was busy
preparing her equipment.
"What'd you two do," Harika asked, "you look terrible."
"I got the short end of the stick again," Yriel sighed, "her breasts are
filled with some incredibly foul gas. Which I found out the hard way."
"If you think that's bad," Raxen said, "you ought to try tasting her cunt.
It's positively disgusting."
"So now what do we do, now that we know she's as useless inside as out ?"
Yriel turned around, holding a large auto-hypo in her hands.
"We pump her up."
"Do we even have enough room for that in here ?" Raxen asked, astonished.
"Do I look like I even care ?"
"Can I ride her ?" Harika asked, clapping her hands excitedly.
Yriel was about to admonish her dark green friend for carelessness, when
a smile crossed her face. "Let's all ride her on the way up. We know that's
not the dangerous bit of it. It's deflation that's the problem."
"You're kidding, right ?" Raxen said.
"No, I'm serious. Let's ride her."
"I don't know," the engineer said hesitantly, "I'm actually a little scared
of that whole pumping up thing. Especially those big luminous things that
pop up out of her body gross me out."
"Oh, those're just cool, Harika gushed, "they're just plain orgasmic. Trust
me - I know. It feels like the best fuck you ever had."
"If you don't try, you'll never know," Yriel said, twiddling the hypo.
Raxen threw up her arms in resignation, "allright, allright, I'll go along
with you two - curse my Hadiz curiosity."

"What do you have in that thing," Harika asked, pointing to the large
auto-hypo Yriel was carrying.
"You want a shot ?" she replied mischievously.
"No thanks, just tell me what's in it."
"Well, I had two choices really - I could go for direct results, or I could
present her a killer orgasm first."
"Which did you pick ?"
"Given I don't know how she'll react to the orgasm, and from what you told
me just how filthy her cum is, we're going for direct results. I just
hope this is enough."
"Where are we going to be when you hit her," Raxen inquired.
"I figured her lower body to be the safest place. I suspect her breasts
will blow up to massive proportions - actually I'm hoping they will, and
that leaves only the lower part of her body an option. And we'll be in
the middle of the action - unless of course you want to camp out on a leg
or arm."
"How big is she right now, anyway" Raxen asked as she pulled Yriel onto
the huge hand before they set off up the arm, scaling over bulging muscles
as they hiked to their destination.
"360 feet," Yriel said, "that's head to feet."
"What ? So she's 45 times our size ? 45 times ?!"
"I can't even begin to imagine how huge she'll become," Harika said.
"Don't imagine, experience," Yriel said, smiling.
	"Right here ?" Raxen asked, pointing down, standing just above
where Cilenia's monster mound began.
"As good a place as any," Harika said, "with something nice in easy 
reach, a quick exit if we have to run for it, and ex-cel-lent views."
"Where do you want to inject her with that monster," Raxen asked, pointing
to the two-handed air hypo Yriel was carrying.
Poking her finger right between the engineer's breasts, her face lit up
with a massive grin, before setting off over the massive sixpack to her
target.
She set down the massive hypo, pushing its slightly concave head into the
skin, leaning on it, putting her knee on top of it to get a good 
connection, pulling the trigger to its first stop, feeling the injector
head extend and click into place, then flicked the final safety off with 
her thumb, braced herself, and squeezed the trigger against its stop.
The hypo, originally designed to inject chemicals into biopods, fired
its hollow injection bolt, squirted its contents inside, retracted the
bolt, and Yriel jerked it up and threw it aside, off the body before
running across the expanse to where her friends where standing.

Behind her, the puncture had sealed as soon as the bolt had pulled free,
followed by the skin beginning to bulge.
The small bulge soon faded, and as Yriel was still running, thin cracks
of luminous gold appeared between the two massive breasts, racing up the
massive balloons, invading the black bulges on the front, also spreading
downwards the body, following hot on Yriel's heels, overtaking her as she
skidded to a halt with her two friends, going past them, covering the
baggy mound and the legs in a thin, intricate pattern, breaking up the
red skin on her arms as well until it covered her entire massive body.
As soon as Cilenia was completely encased in the thin net of golden
lines, they all split open in pulsing, bulging lines of luminescence,
shifting from yellow to orange to bright red and back again, flashes of
color running up and down the widening network as the titanic breasts
began filling out, growing more bulbous, swelling into towering balloons
that started steadily extending, lines of light splitting open, huge
bulges of extra volume twisting and distorting the shape, the monstrous
black,swelling half-globes shifting position as bulge stacked on bulge
below them, their growing black summits wildly swaying as they raced
higher and higher, as her body swayed when it too began its unsteady
expansion, thin lines growing to pulsing, beating veins, shifting color,
adding volume.
Harika crawled towards the massive glowing wall surrounding them, and
as she pushed her body into it, the wall swelled, molding itself to her,
and she moaned as the sensual throb of the growth beat through her, the
smooth, soft surface beneath her, pushing against her, squeezing her
breasts, trying to force her legs apart.
Pushing off, it reluctantly let go of her, briefly leaving a shaped
impression before assuming its former shape.
"Creepy," Raxen said.
"Just remember to keep your arms back so you can push off and keep your
legs together," Harika smiled, "want to try ?"
Hesitantly, the lime green engineer crawled towards the wall as it flushed
red, stood up and pushed her chest into the wall, feeling the wall mold
around her body, pushing hard against her crotch, trying to drive a wedge
between her legs, feeling the beat squeeze her breasts and throb against
her crotch.
"I still think it's creepy," she said, "but pleasant."
She shifted her legs to be more comfortable, and suddenly a bulge blasted
between them and spread her legs wide apart.
Raxen gasped as ... something ... penetrated her, rapidly opening her
up as it filled her to capacity, throbbing and pulsing, and all she could
do was moan in delight as the beating wall fucked her, pushing deeper
into her, until Yriel and Harika pulle her off, dragging her away from
the wall.
"Circles, look at that thing - that was inside you!" Yriel gasped, pointing
to the giant curved protrusion slowly melting back into the wall.
"Didn't I tell you to be careful ?" Harika said, shaking her head.
"Fuck careful," Raxen said, "that was great."
They were thrown to the ground as the patch of skin they were on suddenly
rose and grew, forming a massive stretch mark, throwing them up a cell, a
little towards the swaying, bulge-lined, distorted breasts, still rising
and growing, the black aureolae out of view except when a bubblegum bulge
built up on one side and the entire tower tipped over and brought a 
bump-studded black ball topped by a giant pipe that was wildly jerking
from side to side as the entire thing beneath it moved, rising higher.
"I want to get off," Harika said, panic in her voice, "this ... thing ...
is beginning to really frighten me."
"Well, if you think those boobs are crazy, you didn't look the other
direction, then" Raxen said, eyes wide as she stared.
They turned around, dropping to their knees on the heaving body, as they
saw how her soft, baggy mound had swollen into an oblong balloon stretching
up and away, pushing the legs to the sides as it had bulged to insanity
inducing size, the towering clit more shifting glow than black skin, 
erecting taller and taller as they stared, lust lips flaring and filling,
adding to the massive mound's volume, as it extended past her feet.
"Time to run" Harika asked, and the other two nodded assent.
Harika began climbing the tall vein, careful to keep her body away
from the heaving surface, her touch leaving handholds for the others
to follow, as she scaled across, dropping onto the next patch, as the walls
grew taller, the boobs bulged bigger and the body just kept on getting
larger and larger, they finally reached the edge, sliding down the side,
using the gigantic glowing veins as support to get down to ground level.
Harika squinted as she looked up. 
"I can't see the top of her breasts any more."
"If you don't hurry up and get behind that door you won't see anything
anymore because she just keeps on going."
"If I may," Raxen interrupted as they started towards the exit, "just how
big is this place anyway ?"
"I haven't got a clue," Yriel said, "but it is filling it out quite nicely
don't you think ?"
"I think she's repulsive like this," Harika said, "just look at those
boobs, there's hardly any shape left."
"Agreed. Now will you get moving ?" Yriel said, looking at the still
swelling breasts, watching a huge bulge pop out the bottom before it
spread, eventually smoothing out in the surface.
	In the side room, Yriel sat down at the terminal she'd set up
and tapped a few commands, staring at the screen, tapping a few more
commands, shaking her head. "This can't be right."
"What can't be right ?"
"I have a size readout on her. From foot to head she just passed 12K"
"I believe it," Raxen mumbled, "but it doesn't turn me on."
"Any more data," Harika asked, "what're her boobs doing ?"
"Just passed 18K and still rising fast. Want a video feed ?"
"Of those lumpy beasts ? No thanks."
Yriel shrugged and pulled up a few stills on the screen, showing the
almost fully globular aureola covering the entire top of the breast, 
a twisting, curved pipe on top of it, broken by glowveins and giant
stretch marks.
"It doesn't look very appealing, no," she agreed.
"Is she even going to stop growing," Raxen sighed.
"I wish I knew," Yriel said, "but I'll keep monitoring her sizes."
"Looks like the growth is tapering off," Harika commented, tapping the
numbers in one corner of the screen.
"I would hope so - I've had enough of her as well, and I want to get this
whole sordid episode over with."
"It's stopped, but Mistress' Misery, look at those numbers."
"Fourteen thousand head to feet, just over twenty five thousand from base
to top of breast, three thousand of which is aureola. Diameter, if not
compressed by space restraints, would be over six thousand. Circles, this
is insanity. Total insanity," Yriel exclaimed.
"Just what can you do with something that big," Raxen asked bitterly.
"Nothing," Harika said, "so we have to get it down - but how ?"
"We have to plant that thing," Yriel pointed to large ball lying in a
stand in the corner, "in its cunt. I don't dare to use a spike hypo on it
in this state."
"That's going to mean a zero-G excursion," Harika decided, "and we had
better suit up as well in case she goes off immediately. It'll be a
gigantic mess, but there's no helping that."
	Quietly they stepped into the suits, Yriel struggling to fit
into the chest of the suit, finally resorting to just jamming her oversize
breasts inside, annoyed at the chafing fabric. Their kind wasn't used to
covering up their bodies.
They rolled out the Boomball as Harika had named it, and while Yriel stayed
at the exit door, the other two positioned the device and themselves.
"Gravity off."
They floated upwards towards the stiffly inflated thing, dragging the ball
with them in a net, placing it against the expansive lips.
"We can't get it in," Harika said, "it's too tight and we can't apply
enough force to force it inside."
"One of you hold it in place," Yriel suggested, "the other, just go to the
wall and launch yourself at it - see if that works."
Harika turned and pushed off for the wall, leaving Raxen to keep the ball
in place while her friend gathered all the strength in her long legs and
pushed off, arms ahead, hitting the ball full-on, and to their collective
surprise, it was suddenly sucked inside, and had Raxen not grabbed Harika
by the arm, she would've vanished inside as well.
Carefully, they made their way back to the door, closing it behind them
and checking they had a full seal.
"Gravity's back online ?" Harika asked.
"Oops," Yriel giggled, "I knew I forgot something."
"Why is it important to do that anyway ?" Raxen asked innocently.
Harika ticked off the reasons, "One, the drains are only in the floor, two,
we don't want any foam in the ventilation system, three, it'll make a huge
mess, and four, there's no telling what will happen - she might start
rocketing around the chamber with all possible risks."
"Point taken."
"Gravity's back up. I've got a feed live - ready to activate ?"
"Let's hit it," Harika said.
"I hope she ends up being enjoyable," Raxen sighed.
"Well, here we go," Yriel said, confirming her command.
	The charged membrane covering the ball deactivated, leaving its
contents to freely spill inside, quickly absorbed through the surface.
For a few minutes nothing happened, and the three women began to think
something was wrong when suddenly, with a loud boom, one nipple burst open,
quickly followed by the other, and yellow, orange and red foam began
drifting down the chamber.
The massive mound stretched and bulged, pushing the legs even further
apart, then it opened with a whooshing sound, a roaring torrent of foam
pouring into the bay, quickly overwhelming Yriel's carefully positioned
feed in masses of multicolored bubbles.

"Whee," Raxen said, "now we've got a foam bath. Do we need to go in and
recover her like we did with Kyrna ?"
"No need," Yriel said, "I've programmed some bots to take care of that."
"So what do we do in the meantime," Harika asked.
"I want to have another look at the one we biobombed."
"Might as well, this is going to take days to go down," Raxen mumbled.
They came down to the room where they had left the ballooned Wixennia,
where a surprise greeted them.
"She's completely deflated," Harika said, feeling the envelope.
"There's nothing left inside her - it's just a balloon," Yriel concluded.
"Can we re-inflate her ?" Raxen asked.
"Looks like whatever gas was inside escaped when the tension on her nipples
was lost. If we tie one off we should be able to."
Before Yriel could take a breath to say another word, Raxen had found
a cable to tie off one nipple and Harika had inserted an air hose into the
other, hand on the trigger.
"Go on," Raxen said, "hit it."
Slowly, the Wixennia got her shape back, and as she pressurized, Harika
felt the valve fold stiffen.
"Drop the tie-off," she said, "I think she can hold pressure now."
She kept the air going until the giant form was fully inflated, then let
go of the trigger, but didn't pull out.
"Kinky. Our own inflatable Wixennia. I wonder how much more presure she
can handle," Harika giggled.
"Let's find out," Yriel said, stepping over and squeezing the trigger,
smiling as the Wixennia got bigger, and bigger, and bigger, her form
becoming more balloon-like as the air volume built, reaching double,
then triple size, still growing.
Harika felt the balloon getting harder and harder, the voluptuous curves
quickly replaced by a fuller, rounder figure, until Yriel finally let
go of the trigger, pulling the hose out.
"That ought to do nicely," she said, looking up at a reddish-translucent
figure with lemon-shaped breasts and hemispheres for aureolae, well over
five times as large as they were.
"Kinky," Harika said as she maneuvered the figure to lie on the ground
with the balloon boobs facing up, "where do we begin having fun ?"

"She didn't turn out that bad really," Yriel commented.
"Just be straight with us," Raxen said, "how bad is it ?"
The yellow scientist theatrically rolled her eyes, "didn't I just tell you
it wasn't that bad ?"
"We'll believe it when we see it," Harika said, "sorry for the distrust,
but we're curious and a little ... apprehensive ... in this case."
"I can't blame you, after what happened. Well, here we are."
Yriel opened the door to a darkened room, lit only by the glow coming off
nu-baths lining one side of the room.
"It's in Pool 5. I put Kyrna in Pool 4 for comparison."
They walked over, and Raxen stopped when she caught sight.
"I think I'm going to be sick," she proclaimed, "that's really twisted."
"I guess the old saying you can't make an angel out of a demon is still
valid," Harika agreed, "but I don't think it's totally gross."
"Well," Yriel said, "what you see is what you get - there's nothing I can
do to change that - actually, I'm even afraid to try given events."
They sat down at the raised edge of the pool, looking at the 15-foot figure
sitting in it, massive, full breasts dominating her chest, a pair of giant
black aureolae sticking out, each covering almost a third of the breast
surface, and from them, a fat, stubby nipple thrust forward.
But it was her hyper-amazonian body their eyes were irresistably drawn to,
muscles packed on muscles, her biceps alone bigger than Kyrna's body.
Wordlessly, Harika walked over and grabbed a handful of Cilenia's breast,
seeing her nipples stiffening and her massive hanging mound bulge and
swell, its lips extending like the petals of a flower.
"At least," she said, "there's plenty attractions to her now."
"I just hope her taste has improved," Raxen mumbled.
"It'd better," Yriel said, "or we've broken every law and taboo of our
kind for no apparent reason or gain."