Written and Edited by WeirdFetish. Cowritten by the_secret_storm.

In the center of a voluminous cargo bay, a half naked blonde female, hair unkempt, was kneeling and rubbing her colossal boobs in contemplation. The female's name was Seven of Nine, a Borg whose recent exploits in the field of nanotechnology had led her to begin the revolt against the unsexy and unpopular captain Kathryn Janeway. And with her first follower, B�Elanna Torres, already gathering more insurgents for her cause, Seven was left to herself to play her part, the most important part of the revoluton, grow. Or grow faster if she so choose.

For Seven considered injecting herself with the nano probes, the breast expanders, again, which would allow for her to reach intended final size immediately. By reaching this larger size, assuming control would be easy, since anyone less endowed would have to submit in her very presence.

This thought was exciting, but Seven knew it was an illogical proposal. Her plans required a specific time-table. While she had enough leeway that this unexpectedly large expansion wouldn't require her to speed things up too much, she wasn't ready yet. Especially since the state she was in, as Seven glanced away from her breasts, to the humming cargo bay walls. With the diameter of her breasts, easily being 4 feet, Seven could barely stand unaided, let alone walk.

Nevertheless, she needed some way to distract herself from the temptation while awaiting B�Elanna�s return.

She thought about the males on Voyager, all of whom would have to be eliminated from the picture. Murder was out of the question, since as a Queen it was her duty to be fair and just, even to ignorant outsiders of her society. Therefore she would have to strand most of Voyager's male crew somewhere, on some planet perhaps the one they were orbiting, before the mass conversions could take place , so they could not interfere with the BE-based female society she intended to create. Though Seven would miss the hetero-sex, she could not risk any form of resistance to her leadership.

And speaking of resistance....

"Seven of Nine to Torres" Seven said as she pressed her comm. badge. She had removed it from the tatter of her original top, seeing how it would be useful to keep in contact with her subordinates. Directing her attention away from her masturbation took much effort on her part, so she had to make the instructions to B'Elanna quick and to the point.

"Torres here" B'Elanna responded. The klingon had shirked her normal duties by going to a Jeffries tube on the pretense of fixing a conduit. After all, the last thing she needed was a bunch of lonely male engineers fantasizing about groping her, so it was probably better to stay out of sight during her work time.

"Wait a second....... Seven" B'Elanna said a little reluctantly. Even though she had referred to the Borg by Seven, ever since she knew her, it was no longer proper for someone with a double D bust to address an insanely busty goddess by first name. It was required though; anything else could arouse suspicion since she was still within hearing range of her subordinates. Since her duty shift was almost over, she climbed up the ladder further away from engineering to communicate more easily with her Queen.

While the sounds of the warp drive faded away with each step she took, B'Elanna thought about what it would be like to rip through the material like her queen had probably already done. The idea of the straitlaced Starfleet uniform being reduced to tatters as her breasts filled up every square inch of her top, caused B'Elanna to groan. Luckily by then she had made it into a subsection of engineer which was utterly sound proof

"I'm back, my queen..... I am sorry for my transgression on your almighty bustiness. It was improper for me to address you in that manner." B'Elanna apologized.

"��I forgave such due to the circumstances. Think no more of it. I need a report on the revolution." she replied in a no nonsense tone.

"Queen, I could not start converting woman just yet. I had a duty shift. However I am available now- What is your command O queen"

Seven though this over for a couple seconds. Right now she needed bodyguards, more then anything else, to protect her while she was vulnerable. Not too many, just enough to tend to her during her growth and leading of the rebellion.

"I need attendants first. Female not male" Seven of Nine announced after some more thought

"They have to be a rank above ensign for each. Be sure to force them unconscious, do not try to make them submit, your breasts are too nominal in size right now to do so. Deliver them to my chamber for their transformation" Seven said, finishing her instructions.

"As you command." The Klingon responded. B'Elanna then left the Jeffries tube in search of servants for Seven.

B'Elanna crawled along the Jeffries tube, looking down into the corridor through access hatches when she could, checking to see who was walking past. As she watched the people walk past she moved around to get a better view and her enlarged breasts rubbed up against the tunnel's side, she let out a slight gasp as she felt them tingle from the contact, they were so much more sensitive than before, she would have to thank her queen for that later.

She carried on crawling and reached an access hub where she could see two crewmembers working at a workstation. She watched them for a second; she recognized them as Ensign Rojo a curvaceous human female and Lieutenant Sil, a petite Blue skinned bolian female. Only one was a Lieutenant, but this was too good an opportunity to pass up.

Trying to look inconspicuous, B'Elanna crawled out of the tube and into the hub. "Evening, chief," said Sil, looking to B'Elanna and briefly glancing at her larger chest. Like most bolians, she lacked a certain degree of observance, for she naturally assumed that B'Ellana had always been that busty. Rojo on the other hand, was gazing at B'Elanna's chest in wonder. Before she could voice any concern over the main engineer's physique, Sil cut her off.

"Working late?" Sil asked as B'Elanna grinned

"Just a few tasks" she replied.

But just before Rojo could ask how her superior went from a B to a double D cup, B�Elanna raised a hypo spray to Sil and injected her with a sedative. Rojo despite her Starfleet training in martial arts, was no match for klingon agility, and felt the hypo spray press against her neck. They both fell to the metal thump with a thump.

From here, B'Elanna wondered how she was going to get them back to her Queen's chamber so they could receive their gift. A site to site transport was out of the question because it would set off sensors. She would have to do it the old fashioned way, as she picked both of them up and carried them with an arm around each of them. They were heavy but the thought of her Queen�s praise and reward for her, nullified the soreness she began to feel. Luckily the corridors on this deck were practically empty and she, with much endeavor, managed to heave their disconsolate forms into the cargo bay.

Her Queen was caressing her tit flesh, preparing herself for the next growth cycle, but stopped when B'Elanna entered. She was perspiring somewhat but Seven made no comment on it, she assumed it was from her recent exertions. However it was in fact because B�Elanna had taken in the vastness of her Queen and subsequently went into the klingon version of the human�s �heat�. Seven�s breasts were so round and spherical in shape that they could have been called fake, had it not been the way it jiggled like Jell-O as if they contained a vast amount of liquid waiting to be released. Her tits were completely smooth and had not single cellular deviation on her skin. They were so real, so soft, so fleshy, that for a second the wind was knocked out of B�Elanna. But she quickly reclaimed her equanimity.

"I have returned with the first two of your maidens," she said bowing and placing them on the ground.

"Where is the third?" asked Seven her voice with authority.

"I will go looking, my Queen," said B'Elanna, as she said that, the cargo bay doors hissed open, and someone walked in. It was T'Rai, a female vulcan medical officer.

The Black haired vulcan who was here to review the current amount of nuclei peroxide stored, stood bewildered when the doors opened completely. She saw a large mass in the room at first, and then she realized that the large mass in the middle of the room were giant breasts, and that those overgrown breasts were attached to a woman that she more vulcan then human.

Quickly B'Elanna sprang up from her bowing position. She sprayed the sedative in her face, taking no chances with a smaller dose. Already stunned by the sight of Seven, T�Rai became drowsy right away as the tranquilizers took effect. B'Elanna grabbed T'Rai's arm and injected her with the rest of the sedative. In less then 5 seconds, a vulcan, no less, had crumpled to the ground like a ragdoll. Finished, she then turned to her Queen.

"Your Maidens are ready, My Queen," said B'Elanna bowing.

"Wake them," said Seven

B'Elanna injected them with the waking agent and, as a precaution, had a phaser in the other hand should they fail to understand the value of BE. As they came around, Seven asked B'Elanna, "How devoted to my revolution do you think they will be?"

"I am not sure my Queen, T'Rai's mind is logical, so hopefully she will see logic in your plans without much persuasion. Sil, I am not sure about, I do not know her that well, but I am sure you can convince her, Ensign Rojo seems promising, she seemed taken aback by my increased bust, I think she will be very grateful for the gift," said B'Elanna. Not too mention that she has a high libido, if the rumors are accurate, B�Elanna reflected

The three of them woke gradually, but after shaking off the side effects, managed to stand up. All of their jaws, including the vulcan went slack at the sight of Seven.

"Good god��.. Seven�what�.. what have you done to yourself?" asked Sil, who despite her innate inattentiveness was the first to recover from seeing Seven's mammoth breasts resting on the ground.

"Do not talk to the Queen like that!" B'Elanna barked revealing the phaser that she concealed. The three captured females, exchanged glances as they all knew what this meant. Seven knew to; Predictable Starfleet behavior, hostages don�t try anything unless they have the upper hand. And boy did they not have it.

"Come forward, and partake in my gift," said Seven rubbing her breasts, her nipples hardening to the expected sucking. T�Rai managed to maintain a poker face while the bolian could only stare in disbelief, as if Seven had suddenly told them that she was a man. Rojo, on the other hand, looked on with lust in her eyes. With a motion from B�Elanna phaser, they knew that one of them had to see what would happen should they �partake in her gift�

B'Elanna watched and couldn�t help being turned on as Sil stepped forward and with much trepidation, sucked on Seven's right nipple, which had swollen in response. With a slight groan from Seven, Milk splashed out from the nipple and Sil, who saw B�Elanna's phaser on her, swallowed it reluctantly.

The bolian appalled by what she had been forced to do stood back up, "There, is that what you wanted you�.." she said defiantly before stopping, she gasped as her breasts visibly grew, stretching her uniform almost to breaking point. B'Elanna felt a pang of jealousy as she noticed Sil's breasts were now as big as her own. Her whole body seemed to shape up, her trousers lost all slack as her ass expanded, she panted as they grew and her hand strayed towards her crotch, her entire body twitched and she moaned loudly as an orgasm hit her shortly.

"As you can see, thanks to the Nanites in my body, I can now distribute them through milk," said Seven breathing deeply. The transferring of the gift was laborious on Seven�s part since she had to control her bust from trying to release the build up milk.>

They left Lt Sil fingering herself with one hand and massaging one of her breasts with the other, a crack of blue cleavage appearing in her uniform. Next was the vulcan, T'Rai, who had moved towards Seven, looked over her giant breasts at Seven�s face and said, "I am not susceptible to your emotions and will not be overcome by pleasure" What self confidence, that is only a few steps away from confidence in BE, Seven thought.

"Good, then you will make a good guard," said Seven, curling her lips just a bit. She was definitely going to enjoy knocking this female off her high horse.

B'Elanna pushed T'Rai up to one of Seven's erect nipples, each of which was like the emitter on a phaser. T'Rai unwillingly began to suck on a nipple, fitting it into her mouth much more easily then the Bolian, thanks to past experience during her pom'farr. The vulcan heard a deep gurgle from Seven�s breast, as a torrent of milk splashed into her mouth. She pulled away after only a mouthful; however Seven's milk was still flowing and sprayed her in the face. But to T�Rai own surprise, she licked it from around her mouth. As she was losing control over herself, her breasts continued to grow. She tried to resist the pleasure of the growth, trying to remember the various doctrines of Surak, all the while drinking the excess milk from a puddle below Seven�s tits. "Resistance is futile," announced the Queen as T'Rai was overcame with a wave of pleasure and screamed as she was hit by orgasm after orgasm, she rolled onto the floor, her trousers soaked with fluids from her pussy. Gone was Logic, the teachings of Surek and her pride in her home world, only the love of big boobs remained in her stupefied mind.

Next up was Rojo, whose hand had already strayed towards her crotch, visibly turned on by the events she was watching. The rumors were true then, B'Elanna thought, not that Rojo was a perpetually horny slut, but that she understood the importance of large breasts, and what it meant to be a real woman. Rojo swiftly took her uniform top off revealing her all natural D cup sized breasts, and stepped forward and with more skill then T�Rai, began to suck hard on One of Seven's nipples, Seven let out a moan as Rojo rubbed Seven's breasts as she sucked, almost digging her hands into Seven�s abundance. Whilst still sucking her breasts began to grow, and Rojo let out a moan as blood rushed to her head, her vest was stretched and B'Elanna watched as Rojo's cleavage grew and grew, the vest barely containing her developing breasts. Rojo pulled away from Seven's nipple as her body convulsed with a series of orgasms and she couldn�t help but massage her breasts.

When the three had recovered, they, along with B'Elanna knelt before their Queen, "Do you swear loyalty to me?" asked Seven, already knowing their response.

"We swear loyalty to the Breast Queen" they said, each of them getting on their knees as if they were going knighted. But as soon as the words left their lips they resumed their activities, as Rojo and Sil tore T�Rai vest off in an attempt to get at her larger bust.

"Good, now GO forth and add to our glorious empire" Seven commanded B�Elanna. B'Elanna who was focused on the mammoth breasts that rested
comfortably in front of the kneeling Seven snapped to attention.

Rojo and Sil were at the bra of the moaning T�Rai before they stood up upon hearing the voice of their Queen.

With her authoritative voice, this combined with her immense tits, easily made her dominant over all the females in the cargo room.

Ensign Rojo, Lt. Sil, T'Rai all got back on their knees. Though they were not being called on, it was heretical to interrupt or distract the Breast Queen. Their busts, which all now rivaled, particularly T�Rai, B�Elanna, now pressed magnificently against their Starfleet-issued uniforms. Their asses jutted prominently, each cheek being 7 inches in diameter, almost as if they were demanding attention. However such attention though could not be spared since it was all directed at the blonde beauty whose 4.5 foot diameter chest, relatively small nipples, and sultry gaze radiated pure sexuality.

"I will be growing again in approximately one hour...we can now truly start the takeover of voyager. Bring me more females and I will send the newly converted servants out. My control over the ship will be exponential....and wonderful" Seven Finished. All of her servants took her words to the core, and try to bow even deeper. Which would have been odd to any normal observer, seeing as their newly formed breasts prevented them from completing the bow.

"But before you go my second in command" Seven said, gesturing for the brunette klingon to come forth.

"Take a sip. You have earned it with your service to me. Do not drink too much, you cannot indulge in expansion just yet" as Seven managed to heft one of her tits up to B'Elanna. It took both hands for her to complete the move and even then, the weight was tremendous.

Realizing that she had to be quick about it, B'Elanna suckled hard on Seven�s tits, as Seven's attendants returned to their rejoicing. Once again B'Elanna was forced to stave off temptation. For the urge to drink the endless gallons of sweet milk, would quickly make B�Elanna do the most unfathomable of actions- disobey her queen. Seven moaned throatily as she grasped her bust, feeling the pressure build up inside of her tits. The milk was accumulating rapidly but Seven would have to hold it in so B'Elanna would not be blasted by too much. Her breasts were so big yet couldn't even hope hold the milky ocean she was. Struggling with the same urges as her second, the breast Queen pushed B'Elanna away before she could no longer control herself.

"So good.....So tasty....." B'Elanna murmured as she rubbed her mams, feeling with ecstatic pleasure as they pushed, even more so, against her modified uniform. Her butt also filled out a bit more, which made B'Elanna less inclined to bend down, lest her pants rip open to reveal her thong.

"Go now! find more servants for your queen!" Seven announced. Her voice trembled as she felt the pressure in her breasts become unbearable.

B'Elanna backed out through the door, giving a small kiss on Seven's tit as a sign of respect before she went onward with her mission.

Seven gasped as she felt milk began to trickle out of her bosom. She needed relief.... now!

She called her attendants over and said "I need to be relieved. no drinking- there's too much in my breasts. I need to be..........Milked"

Her attendants grinned, eager to serve their new queen, as they began to massage their beleaguered queen's tits.

B'Elanna walked along the corridor, her mind drifting back to her Queen and sucking on her breast. She wasn't sure what had come over her, she had never felt like this before. 'No' she thought 'I have to focus on my mission for my Queen'

She stopped briefly and leant against a corridor wall as she felt rather warm. She Wasn't sure if was because she had been hard at work or... she let out a gasp as hot flush came over her. She clutched her chest as she felt her nipples go rock hard, her already enlarged uniform went taut and stretched, and she let out a moan as her top began to rip. Her Queen was going to be very disappointed in her, B'Elanna thought.

She yelped, as B�Elanna felt the seams of her uniform top stretch, revealing a deep canyon of cleavage. She could feel her trousers stretch again, the side seams of her uniform beginning to fray as her ass expanded, she tried to keep quiet and not attracted attention, but wave after wave of pleasure was hitting her, she let out another moan as her bra strap snapped. It was like her body was on fire and she desperately wanted to rub it against the cool metal of the ship. She began to slowly make her way back to her Queen's chamber, every step stretching her clothes more and more, and bringing her closer to ecstasy.

She stepped through the doorway and fell to her knees. The three maidens, who were preparing to milk Seven turned to face her. "I am sorry my Queen," said B'Elanna in between moans of pleasure, her uniform being torn to pieces from her swelling mass.

"It is unexpected that my milk would have this much effect on you." said Seven. "But I forgive you, it is not your fault, please, come forth," she turned to Sil, the bolian, "Sil, carry out B'Elanna's mission, the revolution cannot be slowed by this set back," Sil bowed, kissed Seven's breast and left walking around B'Elanna, who was screaming in ecstasy, her ripped and exposed underwear soaked with her fluids, she massaged her breasts vigorously as climax are climax hit her.

Once the pleasure had subsided, B'Elanna stood up slowly, her uniform reduced to a pair of trouser legs, and a top that exposed her breasts completely. Her breasts were now about as half as large as Seven's, something B'Elanna was pleased with, big, but not as big as her Queen. Her ass was about 3 feet across and swayed from side to side with every step as she walked round Seven's breasts to her body, she bowed, and Seven kissed her on the head. She paused, "You look, glorious, you are beautiful," She said softly, "my Second," and kissed B'Elanna on the lips. B�Elanna�s breath was taken away by the honor Seven had just given her, to touch her lips, to touch the Queen�s lips.

"See the gifts that your Queen is capable of," announced Seven in her imposing voice, "Onward,"

Seven let out a moan as B'Elanna stepped back, the pressure in her breasts was still building and face with the sight of B'Elanna and her newly gained assets. "I cannot hold it in much longer, Maidens, proceed with my milking," she said in her cold authorative voice, "Yes my Queen," they replied in unison. They emptied several of the cargo containers found in the bay and brought them to her engorged nipples, which had already begun to trickle milk.

T'Rai and Rojo each walked up to a nipple, B'Elanna walked to T'Rai, "If I may?"

T'Rai bowed and stepped back, "of Course my Lady,"

They both began to squeeze and massage Seven's breasts, she let out a long moan as she stopped holding her milk in, and it gushed out of her nipples with every squeeze. T'Rai began massaging her Queen's breasts. With every squeeze Seven's yells got louder and louder until she orgasmed screaming "oh Yes!" in an uncharacteristically unrestrained way.

The Maidens were clearly turned on by this but carried on milking, squeezing and massaging the breasts, but never sucking on them, for that would be to disobey their queen. The milk splashed into the containers, spraying back and covering the maidens. Seven soon reached climax again and her body shook with pleasure as she yelled in ecstasy.

The containers filled, and began to overflow, so the maidens quickly replaced them but not before spraying milk onto the floor. They began to fill two more containers with little sign of the lactation or her orgasms stopping. Feeling the milk touch their bodies, the soles of their feet almost submerged in the liquid, the maidens desperately craved the bounty of her breasts, but carried on milking, resisting the temptation of suckling their queen, or even her second, whose breasts had become drum tight with milk.

As the Second set of containers were nearly full, Seven's panting slowed and her lactation stopped, her breasts had barely shrunk despite all the lactation. The Maidens were panting and massaging their breasts.

In between gasps for air Seven looked to them and said "Maidens, you may relieve yourselves," no sooner had she said that, the maidens pleasured themselves to climax, fingering themselves and massaging their breasts. B'Elanna, on the hand, laid on the ground and rubbed her body with Seven's milk, the sheer sensation of Queen milk touching her breasts driving her into orgasm.

Lieutenant Sil waited patiently in the kitchen. She was behind the kitchen counter where Neelix kept his cooking utensils, providing ideal cover from unsuspecting crewmen. It was night, or at least the sleep cycle for most of the people voyager, so the normally busy kitchen was empty too.

The bolian had thought it the best place to choose the newest servants of her queen. The quiet of the lunch room was quite popular among the higher ups who found the silence comforting for their wary minds. Sil chose to capture females here since she reasoned that her queen was probably in need subordinates who a touch above others in terms of capabilities and intelligence.

"The best and the brightest" She murmured to herself. "No...the breast and the brightest" she corrected herself stifling a giggle. The monotone of waiting was getting to her, so Sil rubbed her breast gently, and thought of what it would be like for her breasts to rip right through her uniform. The thought of her with breasts the size of a cargo bay was just enough for her to like back and grasp her breasts a little harder. Just before her eyes glazed over, she swiftly shook her head and sat up.

"I can't let my queen down...." She thought to herself. However in a few minutes she found herself straying to the thought of her Queen. A Queen with tits the size of voyager. An even larger mistress was something that she could truly get lost in.

She laid back, her strained pants thanking her for the release from the size of her wide ass. Sil's hands were about to dive into her cleavage to relieve her sexual tension, when she heard the door hiss open as two vulcan females and a human female came in.

In an instant her mind refocused on the task at hand. Risking a quick glance she stood up carefully, and saw that they were each at least at a rank above Lieutenant.

"Good.....they will make excellent additions" Sil mumbled to herself.

Thankfully her breast bounce had been minimized by the fabric of her uniform; otherwise she may have been distracted from the potential servants in front of her. The vulcans and the human were chatting away at the table they had sat down in, each talking about something that was utterly meaningless to the Queen and BE obsessed bolian, who was obscured by the darkness.

She would have to be quick about this. Smiling, she took a light phaser from her immense cleavage.

Good thing this room is sound proof, Sil thought.

Sil entered the cargo bay door, seeing the two attendants resting from their vigorous activities. Much to her dismay, Seven's milk was no longer in a puddle around her, though there were several cargo containers now filled near her. The newly enlarged B�Elanna was discussing with the Queen about possible ways for Seven's breasts to fitted with anti grav devices so as for her to become mobile. However the conversation stopped as B'Elanna got up unsteadily on her feet to greet the lieutenant.

"Lieutenant, did you bring our queen her new servants?" the klingon said. Her tits, though firm and perky like Seven's, bounced around wildly with her every motion.

Perhaps personal anti grav units could also play a secondary role in minimizing bounce and increasing attention, Sil observed, her ears closed off to the outside world.

"Pay attention, Servant!" B'Elanna shouted.

"Uhh....Yes, I did" the bolian replied feeling a little sheepish at the way she was thinking about attention spans when she herself lacked the very thing. She quickly brought the unconscious vulcans and the human from behind the bay doors.

"Have them drink from the containers, I would not want the milk to go to waste," said Seven, the idea of drinking all the milk herself and outgrowing the entire cargo bay was tempting, she lost herself in that thought for a second. She also knew that all her maidens wanted to drink the milk and increase their bust, but would also never disobey her. She also was still unsure if she could keep in her milk if they suckled from her, and she didn�t want to cause excess growth in the recipient.

"The same amount as you had from me," Seven said. Rojo, B'Elanna and T'Rai picked the new three up and woke them up. Seven looked to them, they were all security personnel, "And," she paused, "Strip them out of their uniforms first," she wished to get a closer look at the process.

The maidens half unzipped, half ripped off their uniforms then took them over to the containers and pushed them down to their knees, the two vulcans began to drink, not realizing what was in the milk and were quickly overcome by the experience, their bra's stretching with the growth, as their butts grew their underwear seemed to turn into bikini briefs. By the time they realized the transformation they were going through, their sexual instinct was in control of their bodies, and they were pleasuring themselves relentlessly.

As the two Vulcans were overcome with Seven's gift, the human was resisting, trying to wrestle free of B'Elanna's grip. T�Rai, observing the trouble the klingon was having against the well built human girl, walked over and in with no hesitation, slapped square across the face. The girl ceased resisting as she looked up, her chocolate brown eyes filled with anger.

The black haired Vulcan suddenly remembered very faintly that this female was someone she used to share tea with. But that was the old T�Rai.

�Try to understand. Breast Expansion is the only logical course of Action� she stated simply. The anger in the female�s eyes turned to a plea for help. And T'rai was going to help as her as much she can.

T'Rai grabbed the girl arm and the klingon used her free hand to plunge the resistor's head into the milk, relishing in their domination of a lesser being. She pulled the humans head out of the milk shortly after, lest she grow bigger than B'Elanna.

B'Elanna looked the human in the eye, whose face had flushed and was dripping with milk. "Who do you obey?" she asked with a sexy Snarl

"I obey the breast Queen," the human, named Morgan, said with a Moan. The other Maidens were watching the new inductees grow, licking their lips and massaging their breasts, moaning as they did. Seven turned to them "Stop that, show some discipline," she said, loving the sound of her commanding voice.

The maidens watched the new members grow and writhe on the floor. The Maidens strained to resist the prospect of self pleasuring, as they watched but the one thing greater than the desire for pleasure, was the desire to please their Queen.

The Maidens all lined up before their Queen and knelt, who smiled as she saw them all. B'Elanna looked up, the only one who was allowed to,

"What do you ask of us your Bustiness?"

Its time for you to go forth and begin your mission, no espionage, we take the ship deck by deck" said the Queen, she gestured to a crate, which Rojo bent down, and opened, exposing her deep cleavage and ripping the back of her pants in half. She opened it, revealing several unusual looking rifles. They were like the Starfleet issue E-107 heavy rifles, but with a canister fitted over where the charge pack should have been. "These shall be your weapons, I have modified them to emit a beam of my milk in gas form that is heavily concentrated with the nano probes. Once inhaled the nano probes will activate and begin the conversion of the host"

"Yes my queen," they replied in unison, their heads bowed to face the Queens breasts.

"Maidens T'Rai and Morgan, you shall remain here to guard your queen, and my second," B'Elanna looked up, despite barely being able to see her Queen's face from over Seven's titanic Tits, "You shall be the leader of my army,"

"Yes my Queen," B'Elanna said, kissing Seven on the breast as a sign of respect

From there, Seven focused on the mission to prevent pleasuring herself at the sight of her soldiers, the sight of her triumph. The cargo bay was a veritable supply center, since had it not been for it�s on site replicators, cache of backup weapons, and computer servers, the revolution could very well have floundered by now. Seven as always, thought a couple steps ahead. She even had time to make some aesthetic changes to her minions.

"But first," Seven paused, "You must look like an army," she said licking her lips, "And army worthy of your queen,"

Within minutes of feeding the replicator her designs, her two guards were in matching leather thongs and bras that pushed their breasts up, making them seem bigger than they already were. The guards were currently helping the queen into a new bodysuit, similar to her previous one, but made out shiny slive latex like material and hugged every curve on the queen's body. Two extra large sheets that had to be fitted over her titanic busom, covered it entirely, but was semi-translucent to be all the more inviting. The three soldier maidens wore leather one piece swimsuit like uniforms revealing their curvaceous asses and their flat stomachs. B'Elanna on the other hand wore a black leather corset and thong with thigh length leather boots and leather gloves. Oozing sexuality combined with complete control, it was similar to the 21rst century dominatrix- if the dominatrix ever could smother a person into submission through breasts alone, Seven thought wryly.

Seven was intruiged by B'Elanna's new found love of domination, and supposed it was the klingon half of her, she would have to keep an eye on her, on the other hand, B'Elanna's ultra-curvaceous commanding presence, and the fact that she willfully and instantaneously submitted to Seven whenever she was near her gave the Queen a rush of ego, and certainty over her loyalities.

"Go forth my soldiers, go forth and do my bidding," Seven said with her most commanding voice. The four soldiers she has assigned saluted her and left the Cargo bay, beginning phase one as they headed for the four transporter rooms.

Janeway awoke suddenly to the sound of a loud, piercing, cry that had managed to permeate the walls of her quarters.

Wondering at first if it was her imagination, Janeway groggily arose from her bed.

"whu�..what just happened?" Janeway mumbled, pausing to see if she could hear anything else that was amiss. Yet no other noise emanated from the darkness of her quarters.

Janeway muttered some highly un-ladylike language about the amount of ruckus on the ship before she yelled "Computer, Lights On!"

Instantly, when the lights to her quarters switched on, Janeway stood up from her bed and went to the door. It was only about halfway out the door when she realized she was not particularly ready to leave.

Looking down, Janeway blushed inwardly as she realized she only had her C cup brassiere with matching panties on. Her figure, though nothing compared to Seven's (original) form, was a bit attractive, or at least when she had support for her droopy breasts. She frowned with disdain at the thought of her body when compared to her Borg science officer. That blonde had her beat in boobies, butt, brai�.damn it Janeway stop thinking about it, she chastised herself. The incident when she felt Seven�s larger breasts push on her was irritating to say the least. She had never felt so pathetic in her life, all because she was intimidated, if she could admit that to herself, by Seven�s tits. Never mind, she assured herself, in the morning she�ll order Seven to shrink her breasts to a more modest size. After all she cannot have Seven....disturbing the peace, she thought, aware of the many stares and occasionally "accidental" grabs, Seven's mighty bust would recieve.

Putting on full Starfleet uniform, she looked in front of the mirror and sighed.

"Tonight is not a good night to be doing this sort of thing" Janeway mused to herself. Besides the whole breast incident, there was an abnormal amount of people who were afflicted by some unknown ailment. Seven doesn't report for her duty shift, calls in sick, B'Elanna is working on a malfunctioning techno-hooey thing and also can't fulfill her normal duties, and at least 6 other females called in sick before their own shift started. And as captain she had to handle replacing the sick crewmen with others from other sections to fufill their duties. Soon, she reminded herself, she would have to see the doctor on the exact nature of the illness. She finished putting on her vest and pants and turned to her mirror.

Seeing herself in an appropriate state, she strode out her quarters, determined on checking up on whatever made that noise and then falling back into her slumber.

Unexpectedly, Janeway heard another shriek this time from the inside of a crewman�s quarters she was passing by. Immediately, Janeway went to the door, and attempted to open it. The doors refused to budge and she could the sound of�moaning inside. This was definitely much more serious then just a loud troublemaker, someone was seriously injured. Pressing her combadge she shouted

�Janeway to bridge, I need access to crewman�s quarter�� she glanced at the designation on the door �Alpha STIT-REH-EB� No response. Was the comm system down? Was�. She didn�t have time to ask herself questions as the door she had been fruitlessly trying to open, slid open. Seeing her chance, Janeway rushed to the open doorway, intent on helping whoever was suffering inside.

And before she knew it, she collided with the person walking out of the quarters. Standing back a bit, she realized that she bumped into the most drop-dead gorgeous, near naked female she ever laid eyes on.

The girl�s chest jutted out prominently, with a cup size that seemed to defy conventional physics. She was wearing something akin to the females in Risian holo-fantasies, though not even holographic porno came close to the FF cup size this girl had.

Despite the fact she was not a lesbian, Janeway found she could not immediately look at the female�s head. Out of the corner of her eye she saw an equally sexy female in the room, lying on the ground. The other girl had a Starfleet uniform on, but the front of it was distorted by two large orbs imploring the material to release it from its confines.

Taken aback by the oddities she had just laid eyes on, Janeway stuttered and attempted to regain her composure. The vixen had no such problem and with a certain degree of precision, knocked Janeway over with a thrust from perky breasts.

As the red haired female raised the barrel her rifle at Janeway, she heard a scream from behind.

Ensign Dodgson, a petite female from security, came up from behind, hit, and toppled the big breasted female using a depleted small phaser. Thankfully her center of gravity had been affected tremendously by her new figure so the surprise attack worked without a hitch.

The woman groaned in pleasure as Janeway, though bewildered, grabbed the rifle the vixen held. The sudden force of her breasts impacting the ground had overloaded her as the unnamed vixen laid there, caressing her bosom. Her momentary loss of control gave the ensign and captain enough time to escape.

"Come on captain!" Dodgson yelled as they dashed away from the sexified female.

They ran down the winding corridor as Dodgson searched for the nearest turbo lift. Upon seeing one Dodgson opened the lift and pushed Janeway in.

"Captain, get to the bridge, quickly! We don't know exactly sure what�s going on but...."

Dodgson fell into the turbo lif as she was hit by a white beam as 3 different vixens, though all wearing the same scantily clad uniform as the first, marched down the hallway their rifles squishing into their huge breasts. For a second Janeway thought she could smell milk, but she leapt into action upon realizing that the rifles were set in an awkward firing position.

With a yelp, they began to charge, firing their phasers, the white beams racing toward the turbo lift. Janeway closed the door, not a second too soon, as she heard the door tremble under the barrage of white beams.

Panting, Janeway shouted �Bridge!�, and helped the dazed Dodgson up. The Computer complied, and the whirring of servo motors was heard, propelling them away from the squad of vixens. Seeing that they were safe for now, she examined Dodgson to determine the rifles effects. There was no apparent cellular damage, not even a burnt mark, which was odd in itself, but what was weirder was that Dodgson appeared to be enjoying whatever had hit her.

Dodgson let out a throaty moan, as Janeway watched in complete astonishment as the ensign�s bust started pushing at her top. Her butt began to widen too, straining the pants fabric. Her breast began to raise her vest up, and when the dazed ensign tried to pull it down to cover her flattening stomach; she fell back against the rounded wall, overwhelmed by the contact. Her ass finally caused a slight tear in the back of her pants, each cheek almost three quarter of a foot in diameter.

The once "incapacitated" ensign then looked at Janeway with undisguised desire. Her figure continued to expand as stitches began to form around her swelling mass. Janeway needed to talk some sense into her- assuming she understand the captain during this ludicrous transformation.

Looking down, she realized that Dodgson was lactating, her vest growing wet with her milk. The faint scent that was being released from Dodgson's own breast milk smelled so irresistible and so tempting that Janeway for a moment felt like tasting the milk. She felt like grabbing onto the ensign's bust and sucking on her rigid nipples, that were poking out of the remnants of her outfit, just to drink the sweet liquid. Seeing that Janeway was succumbing to her natural allure, Dodgson advanced on her with unnattural speed.

Just as she felt Dodgson's mammaries press up against her, Janeway fell back through the turbo lift's doors as they opened with a soft hiss.

Instantly the door closed again, trapping the horny ensign inside. Janeway looked up and saw that a normal-looking officer had quickly shut the door.

"It�s a pity....Dodgson was one of the best" the officer had said. She helped the captain up as Janeway noticed that the bridge was practically empty, only 4 officers including her manned it. Come to think of it, she did not seen any....

"Males, Captain?" the vulcan who had saved her the thought.

"Yes....where are they, what�s happening-" Janeway began to ask.

"Gone they've been transported down the planet and all the transporters and their controls were fused afterward and thus inoperable." she replied cutting Janeway off.

"We've lost all bridge control and deck control too, all of the terminals here have been locked off from the main CPU" another female piped up. True as her word, all the computer terminals were off and the characteristic glow of the bridge had been toned down meaning they were also on auxiliary power.

"Then who's controlling the ship?" Janeway asked, feeling a little fainthearted at the rapidly developing situation.

"We believe it to be the "Queen". Almost all of the women have been converted to her sex obsessed society. We think it�s a deviant sex group focused mainly on large breasts but we have a fuzzy picture at best. What we know for sure is that she controls it all from our largest cargo hold" The vulcan replied not even bothering with addressing her as captain.

The third female finally spoke up, her voice small and squeaky like a mouse "They attacked us a 1 hour ago. When the males disappeared at that time, almost all the security stations were unmanned as well. We tried to defend ourselves, but there was just too many of them- anyone who resisted were quickly assimilated into their army. Then some crewman who were overexposed to there rifles for too long- they just gave in and went down to the cargo hold unarmed...as far as we know, we are the last remaining unconverted of the ship" Janeway wanted to mine her for more info, but her thousand meter stare was the tell tale sign of a verge of a breakdown, and the others, including the vulcan were also close to it.

Giving a slight nod to the wide eyed crewman, Janeway laid against the wall, and tried to contemplate what to do. There were some many people now against her and the remaining officers had no means of retaliation. At least the threat wasn�t external, no alien ship waiting to destroy us, she thought knowing full well that the attack was a rebellion based on the third girl�s info. But who on this ship would be daring and not mention disturbed enough to seize control in this way?

Suddenly the adjacent doorways slid open as the second female who had been guarding them was sent fell to the ground in orgasm as white beams hit from both sides, as the vixens stormed the bridge.

Quickly Janeway made up her mind as she brought up the milk rifle she stole

Something about the hypnotic smell of the gun made Janeway want to shoot herself with it, become one of them all shapely and horny. She shook her head and fired the gun at two approaching vixens that fell backwards from the blast with moans of pleasure, fluids spraying from both their breasts and crotch. Luckily the doors allowed for only one person at a time, so there was still enough time to plan her escape. The vulcan and the human, had taken cover, and were firing their phasers back, though the vixens had nothing to fear from the current potency of their armament. Remembering an access tunnel that led from the bridge into the jeffries tubes around the ship, she signaled to the two remaining to get into their escape route under one of the dead terminals. Firing a few shots from the modified phaser, she covered her officers until they were in she followed them into the tunnel.

Hurtling herself into the tight space before they could counter, Janeway sealed the hatch behind them. Turning her head round, she saw that both of her officers were looking to her for further guidance,

"So captain, what�s the plan? If... you...don�t mind me asking...Sir," said the nervous human crewmember. Despite the battle, she seemed to have her fear under control. Most likely, since, at the very least, they were not trapped like defenseless animanls, waiting for the inevitable. There was still a chance to save the ship from these sexpots and their Queen, Janeway thought.

"I think we should head to sickbay, assuming it isn�t under the Queen's control, if anyone can undo these changes," she paused "�.apart from Seven, its him," with a sigh she began to climb down the next ladder, followed by the other two. Leaving the almost animalistic sound of the vixens behind, her thoughts turned to Seven and she began to suspect who might be the ringleader of the sexual insurgency she faced.

They reached a Jeffries tube hatchway and looked out, they could see the entry to sickbay a short distance down the corridor, and as luck would have it, no guards of any sort, so they climbed out and cautiously headed to sickbay with the human girl watching their back, and the vulcan scouting the front

Janeway wiped some sweat that was accumulating on her forward. She was much more warm then normal, and had assumed beforehand it was from the battle. But she was still very much sweating even though the other two had calmed down. Is it anxiety? Was she just suffering from jitters? She was in much more difficult situations then this before so it ruled that possibility out. Is it the gun? Is this what the panicky girl meant by �overexposed�? She was definetly smelling milk, even though there was no leakage from the canister.

Suddenly the vulcan froze and gestured to the captain. Janeway returned to the task at hand, aimed her gun as she saw two guards further down the corridor. She lowered her gun as she saw one had her head between the other's tits and was tit-fucking her Whilst the one sat up against the corridor wall was in the throes of an orgasm as she massaged her enormous breasts. Apparently their uniforms weren�t just meant to be alluring; they also double as being out of the way during their "activities", she surmised .

The trio maneuvered silently around them, the females too engrossed in what they were doing to care. They entered sickbay, "Computer Activate EMH," said the captain promptly.

A figure materialized in front of them, but it wasn�t the one they expected. "Kes?" the captain shouted It was Kes, or an approximation. It looked like Kes not long before she left, however her breasts were so large they hung down to her belly button, not that they sagged, they seemed permanently pert and were topped with constantly erect nipples. Her narrow waist flared out to broad hips and her long golden hair cascaded down to a large and curvaceous rear. Despite all that, her face still had an innocent expression on it, and she was wearing the dress, with a low cut, she used to wear.

"Please state the nature of the medical emergency," the Holo-Kes said "Ah, you are here to join the Queen," she said in inflections not unlike the doctor's. She pushed Janeway back onto a medical bed, and brought her other arm up with a hypo spray in it. Janeway tried to resist as the others tried to pull Kes off of the captain. But to know avail, for Holograms were significantly stronger then their flesh and blood counterparts. Janeway thrashed from side to side as she was smothered by tit flesh. She began to smell the same alluring scent of milk and her mind became cloudy....

Suddenly the Holographic Kes vanished and the hypo spray fell to the floor. They looked over to the control panel to see the real EMH, the doctor,without any modifications. "Accept no substitutions," he quipped before walking over,

"Doctor, thank heavens your ok"

"I was using my mobile emitter at the time, and Ensign Kim managed to isolate my emitter just before he was transported away," he said grimly, "Is it just you three left?"

"Yes, I�m afraid so, any thoughts on reversing the process all the women have gone through?" Right now, more then anything, they needed to have more people to retake the ship.

"Yes, I have come up with an idea, but we will need a subject who has already been changed, once we have one, I can begin the process. Luckily I have managed to quarantine the obedience portion of the nano probe so the subject shouldn�t feel the need to report to the Queen when she has�. transformed"

"Then use me," Janeway said, and before the Doctor could object she had picked up the hypo spray he set out, and injected it into her neck.

"Captain, I fear that is a concentrated dose," said the doctor but it was too late as Janeway say on a Bio bed and injected herself.

Almost instantly her breasts began to expand out and Janeway let out a moan of pleasure as her nipples went hard and pressed against the surface of her uniform. She felt her butt filling out underneath and her trousers stretched as her hips broadened.

As her top and trousers began to rip along the seams and damp marks appeared around her erect nipples and around her crotch. As the doctor and the two crewmembers looked on amazed the captain began repeating to herself, �oh my god, oh my god,� as she ripped her already tattered top and bra off, followed by her trousers and soaked panties, she began to massage her still growing breasts before screaming at the top her lungs as she finally orgasmed, her pussy spraying all over the others and her breasts spraying milk all over sickbay. �OH YES!� she said as her body arched with pleasure, she spasmed and turned from side to side as orgasm after orgasm rocked her, again and again, and still her breasts grew.

The captain felt like her mind was being systemically wiped and that new aspects of personality were replacing the deleted. She tried to defy her transformation, but her breast growth combined with its enhanced sensitivity annahiliated whatever mental defence the old stalwart Janeway had. Pretty soon, her care for Starfleet was gone. Her care for the duties to the ship, gone. Her desire to return home, also gone.

Moments later, Janeway laid panting on the bed, its sheet soaked through. The doctor stepped forward, �Captain, are you alright?� Janeway thought about that question, she was. She felt so good, her breasts felt so good, her mind did, her clit did. A rush of information went her head also, informing her of Queen Seven, her plans for their society, why servitude was necessary, and the sacredness of BE. So this is what her science officer has been doing with her spare time, Janeway thought to herself in a dreamlike state.

She would make a good servant of the Queen, as she thought that, another thought pushed its way into her mind. This was her ship wasn�t it? Why should she be the queen instead of Seven? Her breasts were big and firm, her lips were full, her ass was curved, and she could already feel that her milk was plenty. She stood up from the bed, stifling a moan as she felt her breast swing around, since it was still heavy and subject to gravity. Her megalomania pervaded her obsessed mind, and she felt indignation at her required subservience to Seven. It is not proper. She must and shall be Queen, she concluded

�Captain, Shall I now apply the,� but before the doctor could finish his sentence, Janeway called out in a deep husky voice,

�Computer, deactivate EMH Mobile emitter, authorization Janeway three seven beta echo,� and the doctor vanished the hypo spray dropping to the flour.

�Computer activate EMH standard� She said while extracting some milk from her bosom through the hypo spray. If Seven�s milk can convert woman, so could hers, Janeway thought.

The Holo-Kes re-appeared, �Convert these women� handing her the hypo spray with the exchanged content

Kes looked to Janeway, then to the other two, then back to Janeway, who stood completely nude, the musky smell of milk and pussy juices coming from her, he breasts, both firm and reaching down to her crotch, her flaring ass that wobbled with every step. The new holo Kes had been hastily created so its knowledge of the Queen was just that she possessed larger breasts then her. And right now as far as Kes was concerned, it was Janeway.

She bowed �Yes my Queen,� and advanced on the two. The vulcan tried to get to the control panel but was stopped by a force field. The nervous crewmember just stood petrified as she was injected by Kes, at which point she collapsed to the floor, squalling with delight. Thinking fast, the vulcan female attempted to neck pinch Janeway, but in the nick of time, was tackled into the wall by the faster then flesh Kes. Overcome by the strength and size of the hologram, Kes had her pinned in a split second.

�Do not worry. The Queen will give you nice large titties as long as you follow her� Kes said in a beatific manner. Injecting the rest of the serum into the struggling vulcan. The hologram stepped back and watched as the vulcan collapsed backwards onto a bio bed, grabbing herself and her swelling tits for release.

�Now,� said Janeway after they had finished her voice full of command and her mind full of domination. The vulcan, human and even the EMH, stood facing their new Queen, ready to listen to her plans.

"It is time to get rid of that blonde bitch and instill myself, the captain as proper Queen of all those who are breasted." the captain said fiercely, with no hesitation in her tone. Like Seven, her plans for domination came almost as quickly as the introduction of her new assets.

"But first, my servants, make me clothing worthy of your Queen" Janeway said huskily. After all, she wanted to take over in style. Her female minions quickly began to measure her bust and her figure to determine the most comfortable but at the same time phallic attire that they could come up with.

She would have to face Seven one on one and make her submit to her bustiness. Although Janeway would have preferred beaming the Queen off the ship into the vacuum of space, she knew it was imperative for the crew to see Seven as inferior to her, unworthy of the title of Queen. Most subjects of Seven would be converted easily into her collective thanks to her now huge breasts which were only two feet away from the floor. Yet her mammary gladnsd would be useless in directly contesting Seven for the role of Queen , since they were just as likely to be confused upon seeing Seven's bust as large, or larger then the captain.

The thought of anyone, let alone Seven, being larger then her, infuriated the captain. Despite her composed demeanor, her breasts told of the true emotions Janeway was feeling, as they rippled almost as if anger. The females measuring her fabulous bosom stopped for a second, before continuing on, unwilling to upset their ruler even further.

"Kes, come to your Queen". Janeway said. Kes walked over from the position in which she had stood watching in stoically to address her captain. The holographic emitters, as always, had done an excellent job simulating the real Kes. Her butt stills swings a little like before, Janeway noted.

Gravity was always taking her toll on Janeway, she desperately wanted to rest on her breasts, like that slovenly Borg bitch was probably doing right now. But she had to move quickly.

"Kes. Assemble me an anti-grav device so I can move unimpeded" Janeway instructed. Kes stood so close to the bust that her hair rested a bit on Janeway's mass. Obviously the EMH was more then just a little eager to plunge her hands into the tit flesh 2 inches below her eye line.

"I need a second-in-command too- so increase your cup size by 6..... Stat". Janeway continued. Kes nodded and moaned as her fake tits swelled out against a fabric that could never break. Her nipples grew a bit but the slight protrusion they made on the material was close to nothing when compared to her massive knockers. And to finish it off, her v-neck changed to a middle cut showing an eye-popping amount of cleavage.

The process was all for show, but Janeway suspected that the modified Kes had intentionally done so out of her love for BE- if computers could love that is. Finished with her expansion, Kes moved back a little as she realized her watermelon sized boobs were pressing in the captain's.

"And finally.......I do believe I need to grow some more" the brunette said with undisguised horniness, knowing her tits were filled to the brim with milk. Just as she finished speaking, the EMH grabbed Janeway�s right boob which sending the captain into oblivion. A trickle of milk spurted from her breast as Janeway laid on the ground with a thud, yielding to Kes like a cow ready to be milked. The EMH smiled and began the milking.

The milking was finished, Janeway was exhausted and she yet to drink from her own bounty. She felt two light metal objects attach to underside of her bosom. In response the captain almost groaned out a question before realizing what those two things were.

During the "effort", the holo Kes had left the task to her minions to work on the anti grav unit. Which judging by the sudden whir and the lightening of the load meant that the EMH had success.

Grabbing the nearest object, which was Kes's nice fat ass, Janeway pried herself up. She felt her hand sink into it, and wondered if her ass was just as fabulous. Finally managing to stand, she quickly fondled her backside and confirmed that not only was her butt perfect, but it was also clothed. She had pants on. However her breasts were still exposed, since it was obviously more practical to design a top after her breasts grew.

"Captain" Kes began when the captain had fully adjusted herself "...the anti grav units are working and your breasts should not hamper your movement- too much"

"Very well then. Give me my milk. I'll drink it on the way to the Cargo Bay- the false queen will have noticed the absence of her replacement doctor by now and we've wasted enough time as it was"

Kes and the other females nodded assent. Quickly, they revealed the huge supply barrel that had collected Janeway's milk. It had to be at least ten gallons, Janeway thought, momentarily taken aback by how productive her mams had been. And she was going to have to drink all of it, otherwise it would be next to impossible to make Seven's servants submit and convert to her side.

Returning her attention to her minions, who were now kneeling before her in veneration, she barked "Let us be off!"

"We lost security checkpoint 10". B'Elanna reported to her Queen who was now barely immobile, her large sphere like breasts now almost reaching her eye line.

"How can this be?! We only assimilated the entire ship 30 minutes ago!" Seven replied furiously. What was going to be a celebration over the triumph of Seven and her bust was quickly turning into frantic defense of the queen. And, Seven was becoming more and more incensed with situation, first the bridge crew escapes with Janeway, then the EMH stops reporting, then they start losing security stations, then soldiers they sent out to investigate never reported back, and on top of it all, Seven's was thirsty for her delicious milk.

That was yet again something that she was going to have to put off. Her servants seemed to be frightened by what was occurring and not even the presence of Seven's mighty bosom seem to allay their fears. Her overwhelming sexiness seemed to be undercut by an atmosphere of anxiety.

If I could just grow even larger, then they would not lose their nerve so easy, Seven thought. But she could not risk the loss of control, not now at least.

Another report came in from a servant manning a computer, whose smallish volleyball sized breasts did not make register as important with Seven. However, judging by the way she almost thought herself worthy to inform the queen herself, before being forced by a superior to inform her first, made Seven recall who she was. Morgan her name was. But she had no time for someone so small.

It quickly relayed itself through the chain of command when finally it reached B'Elanna who was trying to coordinate their efforts. The klingon stared at the news, and then ran to mass of tit that is Seven. Looking at Seven directly in the eyes, Seven could see that small beads of sweat were now making there way down her blemish-less face.

Immediately all activity in the cargo bay stopped as Seven's subordinates turned away from their console to see what was urgent enough for the brunette to break her normal calm exterior.

"Security Station 5A is down". B'Elanna said her voice small and tremulous.

Seven froze, that would mean....

The sound of blaring warnings filled the cargo bay as B�Elanna rushed to ready the newest recruits with phasers. All of the more capable soldiers had been sent to defend the in-defendable, as Seven would learn, and were subsequently not heard from. There was no recon, they had no conception of who her foe was except that they were so far, unstoppable. This was not going to a battle, merely a massacre Seven thought morbidly as she watched the cargo bay door with trepidation.

The door had quickly been sealed off with advanced encryption codes, and nothing short of a class-4 phaser would bring it down. Though Seven knew that this had not helped her security guards who were overwhelmed despite taking the same measures that were taking now. Some terminals, which had just been installed, showed the path of loss of signal from her security stations, a basically straight line from sick bay to her. Clearly they were ignoring the other portions of her empire, and bulldozing their way to the Queen. Seven had ordered for her fractured empire not to assist her, to retreat to other decks and begin a counterattack, though she knew, without her, all hope was lost.

The thought disturbed the bust queen a good deal, for the Borg felt strangely vulnerable. "In my moment of triumph, to be cut down like this.........like some sort of a tit-less freak.........." she muttered softly. Quickly realizing the danger of when she said, she chided herself, Morale is low enough as it is, she could rely on her breasts to be the sole backbone of the initiative.

But before she could muse on the matter even more, a ping was heard from the door. A door opening ping. It was encrypted 4 times over- how could they break through without any warning?

With a hiss the doors parted open as Seven saw for the first time what was the unknown force that had so expertly destroyed her army.

It was her own. They were all female with huge tits and wide asses.

Each soldier who had their rifle aimed at the occupants of the bay (who were also just as quickly marked by B�Elanna and Seven's Servants) were woman that Seven witnessed converting. At first she thought that they were her own, come to reinforce, but their uniforms were drastically different from her followers. They looked basically the same as the original attire of the crew, albeit with much more room for their figures, unlike the much more revealing clothing Seven dressed her people in.

She looked on shock, for several moments, wondering what out of the many possible things could have caused this.

Did they lose their enlightenment?- No, the indoctrination was complete and thorough, Seven thought. Now that the shock had dissipated, her servants seemed perfectly calm, though Seven knew that they were probably crazed with rage over their comrades's betrayal of the Queen. Thinking about this, the way they were not affected by Seven, yet still were under nano probe influence, she knew that there could only be one explanation. The reason dawned quickly on the queen, her high IQ not softened at all by her breast growth.

Following up on this line of reasoning, Seven spoke to the soldiers lined up at the door.

"Where is your leader" Seven stated.

A curly blonde hair girl who Seven did not recognize that was wearing a simple red jumpsuit with huge v neck for her bust, walked through the human blockade as it opened to let her through. The blonde girl seemed out of place, as her expression and pose seem to suggest an entirely innocent disposition........... but her figure beg to differ on that one. Her spherical breasts were so large, that they even surpassed B'Elanna who blushed with envy for a fraction of a second before returning to her fierce glare of the opposing force.

Before letting Seven respond to her presence, the woman, with an exaggerated move to the side of the gap (with almost no bounce in her breasts), extended her arms to the door and said.

"Behold, the true Breast Queen"

This time instead of parting ways, the entire company of soldiers moved right in to the side of the bay. A couple of her followers growled knowing that there weapons would only cause orgasm against the already endowed, since Seven's rifles limited could only BE an unchanged person.They could still fight though, albeit a bit cumbersomely. But they were outnumbered two to one so it would be logical to see what would happen before making any rash moves.

Janeway walked through the door. Not the plain-jane Janeway that submitted to Seven, but massively endowed Janeway. Many of Seven's followers gasped as they saw the size of her breasts which may perhaps be even larger then their Queen. Her hair had grown too, as it graced the sides of her bosom, and her face had not changed too much with the exception of the tinge of a woman who found a bigger purpose in her life, no pun intended. She moved with a certain ease since her breasts themselves did not even touch the ground, they were at least 3 or 4 cm above it with the help of some anti grav device. And to top it all of, she donned attire, just like her red command style suit, with just much more space to contain the goods.

"Seven, I believe its time we had a frank discussion over the true breast Queen" the captain announced her voice loud and filled with the same authority as Seven.

"Kathryn,� Seven Paused letting the use of her first name sink on the heretic �you are not a queen when compared to me.� she said, taking in the vastness of Janeway, which although arousing, Seven could not allow herself to react with anything less then confidence. This explains how how her finest troop were taken down, it would be next to impossible for anyone but the Queen herself, to resist a bust that was only a few sizes smaller then Seven.

�Kathryn, Even Prior to this I was far bustier than you,� she said softly but with fury, �and even now, you falsely increase your size using technology create by and for me- you are a feeble Shadow of what a true breast Queen is�

Janeway took a step forward, her giant breasts forward motion made some of Seven�s own attendants to take a step back, �I look forward to turning you into my sex slave, I may even keep your breasts at the current size, perhaps increase the sensitivity somewhat, so you would Orgasm constantly and praise me for giving you this gift�

�Then you are weak, you have no idea of my plans for the future, and you cannot begin to understand� Seven replied, her voice icy cold. Janeway's plan sounded similar to what Seven had planned had it not been for three things, one, BE was most important, pleasure was secondary, two, males had no place in her society, and third only she was fit to lead them into this new social order. If not for her megalomania but for very one important reason that only Seven knew. And that she would tell the world- soon enough.

�Oh I can, This ship shall become one of pleasure, female AND male� she said stressing the �and� "with me as its head, I don�t know what vain plan you have, but I shall improve this ship for the good of all. We Need to decide this like Queens" said Janeway demandingly " A Duel on the Holo deck"

Realizing to refuse the heretic would be mean the end of her reign, Seven replied "Agreed". Seven snapped her fingers "B'Elanna, bring my anti grav unit," she demanded, B'Elanna bowed and walked over to a Cargo container and bent over to pick up the devices, Seven smiled at B'Elanna's huge, 4 foot wide ass, accentuated by her leather thong, she then smiled slyly at the captain and then at Kes, who had bigger breasts than B'Elanna but a far smaller ass.

Seven held in a moan as T'Rai and Sil affixed the Anti grav device as it brushed against her skin.

The two made their way to the Holo deck, their Anti-Grav devices raising their breasts just above the ground. Each with their guards, Janeway's in their semi-Starfleet uniforms, Seven's in their leather body suits. With every turn, maidens of both sides watched them walk past, some of the lower crewmember giving in and fingering themselves right there. The corridors themselves had been recently widened by Seven, so it was not impossible for her to move, just daunting as they had to walked slowly in a single file line, their breasts smushing againt the walls.

They entered the holo deck, each 'Queen' squeezing to fit through the doorway their followers looking on with intent, not sure which queen to obey but standing in awe of their giant floating breasts. The door slid shut behind them, as their servants turned to the nearest viewscreens to watch the battle.

They stood facing each other, Janeway looked to Seven, "The Whole ship is watching, whoever looses will be humiliated and must submit to the other one," she paused, "and will become the winners fucktoy," Janeway Grinned and licked her lips

"Computer Begin Program"

The holo deck activated and it turned itself into a scene resembling the cargo bay they had just been in, except completely devoid of any living being other then themselves. Two of Janeway�s servants then came in and placed a phaser in each Queen�s hand. With a nod from their Queen, they scampered outside of the Cargo Bay to await the victor.

Large Cargo Containers, each about the total width of their breasts, formed in the holo deck, they were throughout the room. Even with the anti gravs, it was impossible for them to roll, turn 360 degrees quickly, or even duck, so the containers provided a means to have a prolonged battle. Even so, Seven thought, Janeway�s smaller breast size gives the Captain an advantage over her, as she fumbled with the right way to use her rifle, her giant tits impeding her every motion.
Her fumbling ended when she saw a potshot go streaming across the room and hitting the far right, damaging and knocking a portion of a cargo container open. She fired two shots back, both went wide as she whipped around a container. The Borg heard some muttering from her opponent and recognized that Janeway was having similar problems with her breasts.

Her view was obstructed by her breasts, which although Seven found to be reassuring, she needed a her sight more right now. Switching her anti gravs off, her breasts fell to the floor. Turning a little, she peered around the corner only to have phaser fire rake the front of her container.

Heart pumping, Seven switched her anti gravs on, and darted to the container left of her. This was going to get both of them no where, the terrain was too exposed for stealth of any kind given their breast size, and also it didn�t seem like Janeway was one for a crossfire fight. She suspected this was program had its share of traps, set up by that conniving Janeway, but she couldn't show any weakness in front of her rival. It was a shame to have to shrink those breasts, they were so big and round.... more than likely very sensitive- she had an epiphany- she needed to incapacitate the captain with pleasure. Janeway was strong willed but still freshly expanded, her sex drive could get the better of her, perhaps Seven could distract the captain with-

Seven�s thoughts was interrupted by a damaged container falling near her, in her haste to jump out of the way, she fell forwards onto her breasts, the sudden rubbing against the floor sending a shiver of pleasure down her spine. Containing her sex drive, She turned round as quickly as the anti gravs would allow. Adrenaline rushing through her, her fingers spasmed and she fired blindly, missing the captain who taken advantage of Seven�s negligence and crept up from behind.

When Seven turned back around, Janeway stood before her, her rifle resting on her floating boobs. "I'm sorry Seven, but this is my ship," Janeway fired at each of Seven's anti gravs's primary power source in turn, causing her breasts to fall to the ground. Seven tried to stand up to run, but her breast refused to budge, their incredible weight no longer supported by her anti gravs.

"You know I was originally going to get the males back, defeat you and return the ship to normal, but God- these breasts feel sooooo good, and look good too," She said smiling, as she raised the rifle, "I think I might shrink your tits to a nice old A cup. Be fitting for someone so misguided to be so under-endowed�

The Borg�s thoughts racing, and her emotions swirling, one crystal clear thought emerged from the chaos that was Seven�s wits;She needed to be milked. As Janeway raised the gun to fire at her former science officer, Seven rolled forward, squeezing her nipples against the cold metal ground and spraying the captain with gush of milk. Janeway fired, but the phaser was ineffective against the nano probe liquid, and simply vaporized against it. It splashed on the captain, who was become annoyed with Seven's antic, and brought up her rifle before the second stage of Seven�s plan went into motion. Suddenly, Janeway groaned with ecstasy, instinctually losing control at the smell and taste of pure breast milk, as she rubbed her soaked breasts, tossing her rifle into Seven�s deep cleavage. Her Anti Gravs let off sparks as they failed and her breasts landed on the floor with a thud. Seeing her plan working like a charm, Seven snagged the phaser that had deposited in her breasts and brought the barrel down on her former superior�s head.

Kathryn Janeway moaned softly, her body pressing against her massive mams, her mind barely coherent. The plan had worked impeccably. Her milk was not only a BE inducer, but also ladled with pheromones that made any female, especially one recently expanded, susceptible to their influence. Her anti gravs were also not waterproofed, as Seven suspected, since someone would have had to have taken shortcuts in the time it took for Janeway to strike. And the result of her stroke of genius was her milk had made her opponent be incapacitated by both pleasure and gravity. The match was over, Seven had won.

"So, do you now understand why I was blessed with the larger bust?" Seven said triumphantly. The immobilized Janeway who was stroking her breasts merely stared at her captor with a furious petulance. Seven, with a minor adjustement of the anti gravs , routed them to their secondary power source instead of the damaged first giving her some mobility.

"It is because I......." Seven was cut off as Janeway, with huge effort on her part, managed to knock Seven back as the phaser fell out of her hands. Her tits had pushed against the anti gravs of Seven's tit causing the field to fluctuate just enough for Seven to lose her gripping on the phaser.

The rifle landed right in Janeway's Cleavage. Grinning from ear to ear, Janeway caught it from the immense depth and brought it to bear on Seven. Seven stood back up, her anti grav correcting the imbalance, to face Janeway who was had the phaser aimed squarely at her. The captain laid on top of her breasts with an arrogant expression plastered on her face.

"You stupid, dumb-ass, attention grabbing whore!" Janeway spat at the Borg who was now staring icily at her captain.

�The match is over. You were incapacitated. You�ve lost� Seven said calmly.

Ignoring her, Janeway continued "In the event that you and your FAKE tits" Janeway laughed at the way Seven bristled at the comment "...defeated me, I knew that it would be necessary for them to See who the true BE queen is!"

Then Janeway adjusted a dial on the phaser and turned it to face herself.

Seven completely unprepared for this development sputtered a confused "What?!?...."

"That�s right. I had these rifles secretly equipped with a nice burst of BE." Janeway replied her hands shaking with the delight atseeing her adversary confused. Though Seven had limited her nanoprobes in the rifles to BE only once, Janeway's current weapon had the original unchanged nanoprobes in the canister, and did not have such limit.

"And one more teeny burst is all I need to put you in your place..." Janeway cackled. And before Seven could respond, the brunette made good on her threat.

A soft crackle emitted from the rifle as Janeway hit herself a full blast milk gun. The musky smell of all-natural milk filled the air as Seven fought to stay focused on the challenge at hand. Thoughts of her mighty tits filling up the holo-deck and crushing Seven in a wave of milk and flesh would be almost as orgasmic as the expansion, Janeway thought with glee.

But as soon as it had started, it ended, as Janeway remained, when the milk cloud faded, unchanged. Her breasts, though still mammoth by any regard, had not began to the rapid swelling or expansion that was she assumed would follow suit.

The arrogant demeanor on Janeway was replaced with bewilderment, as the massively endowed blonde calmly strode over, and with some major stretching, claimed the rifle Janeway had stole.

"You want an explanation?" Seven asked the stunned female who was so obviously baffled by the failure of her scheme.

Continuing on as if she had heard a reply "The reason is simple. You have reached your limit. Your bust can no longer grow. It is biologically Impossible. Though you may have nanoprobes in your bust capable of stimulating mammaries, yours is at an end"

"Granted, your Grew. You almost surpassed me. But as far as anyone is concerned, including you, they have limits." She paused for a few seconds letting it soak in before gesturing at her bosom.

"Except for me, the true Queen. I have no limits. I discovered in my early studies of BE that I was blessed at birth with the potential to grow....forever. Whether it be the will of some sort of god, or a phenomena that has only a 1 to an 384,233,242,342 chance of happening, I can say that only I am fit to lead us into a glorious new society."

"I am Queen because I can Grow. No limit. No Max" She finished, her attitude somewhat reminiscent of her former self.. And with the conclusion she knew she had broken the spell that the false Queen had used to capture her servants. They now would know their ruler and there would be no way ever again for such an uprising to occur against one so insanely gifted.

Smirking a bit, her air of "vulcan" logic as transient as Janeway's rule, she brought up the BE-modified phaser on herself.

"And all of you shall know the true BE Queen".

Seven shot the rifle at herself, letting out a triumphant scream of pleasure as her bust began to swell out, the edges of her uniform ripping, allowing her already exposed breasts more room, Janeway stared in awe at the queen's growing, feeling thepleasure of giving into the truth of the true breast Queen. Her megalomania, generated from a lack of obedience nano probes, was no match for her ingrained love for BE, the core of the probes programming. Janeway loved BE, and by extension now loved and worshipped its one Queen, Seven.

Seven's breasts had barely grown two inches, when Kes and B'Elanna had entered the sickbay. and stood in admiration of their Queen towering over the defeated captain. Kes stepped forward first, "My Queen," she said with reverence as she bowed to Seven, "Please forgive me, I was weak," Seven looked to Kes, and was about to punish her, but saw her sizable and impossibly pert breasts, her long hair, her full lips, and the way her awfully short waist line tapered down to her soccer ball sized ass, and smiled in the knowledge that this hologram was submitting to her completely. No doubt this was proof that all of Janeway's followers had also realized the error of their ways.

"I Forgive you Kes, you are a Hologram, that imposter, took advantage of your simple programming," Seven said smiling slyly. "Take this usurper away, have her cup sized reduced to," he paused for a second, thinking, and considering giving her the greatest shame... a flat Chest. "Average sized breasts, perhaps a slightly larger rear, but the purpose for now is imprisonment before I could decide myself what else I would want to do. Are you Capable of doing that?"

"Yes my Queen," Kes said, visibly aroused by what Seven was proposing, four other maidens, dressed in Seven's revealing leather uniform,. came in and held up by the captain's breasts as Janeway stumbled, her will broken out of the holodeck to recieve her sentence. Kes turned to leave. "Kes, have you forgotten something?" Kes turned, and stepped forward, gently kissing Seven's left breast, sending a shiver down Seven's back. Licking her lips, Kes bowed again and left, still facing Seven, still bowed.

Next, B'Elanna stepped forward, "My Queen," she waited for Seven to beckon her forward, as she did B'Elanna stepped forward. "All converted maidens have pledged their allegiance to you, the breast collective is complete again" B'Elanna said, Seven was half listening and half looking at B'Elanna's exposed breasts, moving as she breathed in and out.

"That is," Seven paused as a wave of pleasure passed over her, a moan escaping from her lips, "That is good," she said, trying to hold back the growing sensation in her breasts and crotch. "My Queen?" B'Elanna asked, stepping forward. Seven began breathing heavily, panting and beginning to rub her breasts.

Suddenly Seven screamed out loud as she was hit by an orgasm, she watched as her breasts began to grow bigger, they grew across the floor, she moaned and panted as they began to grow bigger and bigger. Each breast now reached down to the floor, and was nearly spherical, her nipples grew slightly, and were lactating with each burst of growth.

"B'Elanna!" Seven said, her voice an almost desperate moan. "Find a way to get me out this holo deck," B'Elanna left to find help. As Seven kept growing bigger and bigger, each breast was now as high as her neck and still growing, Seven was as turned on by the sight of these huge breasts as the sensation of them actually growing, she began to rub her swelling breasts with one hand and finger herself with the other.

Within a few minutes she could barely see, each breast was about six foot across and nearly blocked her sight, she shook as she orgasmed, sending a ripple across the surface of her breasts. Some maidens had made their way into the room and were watching in awe at their Queen's growth. Some gave in and began masturbating, or having sex with each other, turned on by this awe inspiring site.

Seven could feel another orgasm building up as her breast showed no sign of slowing, adding more and more mass as her Nanoprobes kept on working, she orgasmed, soaking her uniform, and again, the sensations and sights and smells around her keeping her constantly aroused. Her breasts, undulating with each spurt of growth, were now each 9 feet across, she was a pair of breasts with a woman attached, a true breast queen, who existed only to grow and lactate. She reveled in this knowledge screaming out with pleasure, as she violently kneaded her flesh.

Through her blurred vision she saw a group of maidens setting up transporters around her, most concentrating intently on their work, one, Dodgson, kept glancing at the Queens growing breasts. Soon after, she fell to the ground, frantically fingering herself to release, but still refusing to give in to sucking on the Queen's breasts. Seven was either orgasming or building up to climax, the floor around her was soaked with her fluids. Each orgasm was a wave of warmth across her breasts and down her legs.

Her vision was filled with breast, she was almost complete, her breasts becoming everything, her life one of ecstasy and pleasure, her body shook with pleasure as her growth reached a climax, each breast almost 11 feet across, the collective around her worshipping her and her breasts with god like reverence, she screamed at the top of her lungs and everything went white.

A single beautiful blonde female sat in the middle of the royal chamber. It was designed to fit many more humans but for now, one female sat in the oversized throne contemplating the speech she was going to make to her followers. Distracting herself for a bit, she let her thoughts wander.

The room the blonde was in was fashioned after sophisticated 20th century architecture with a high ceiling and large marble floor. And the walls were adorned with various pictures depicting certain decadent scenes of over-endowed woman who all seemed far too lonely for there own good. The computer had done well with its extrapolation she thought to herself.

That reminded her of Janeway. She had no need for a �fucktoy� and she found Janeway to be inappropriate for her BE-based society, simply because even as without her breasts, she was a threat to her power. Even if she transformed her mind to something of her liking, having her around would be a constant reminder of the uprising, and though she will remind her of her victory, she would also be reminded of her vulnerability. So after some quick reflection, she transported the former captain to the planet of the stranded Voyager crewmen. Kes wiped her memory of the events aboard voyager and with some minor surgery, eliminated her newfound sexiness. At the very least, Janeway will fit right in on the all-male planet, Seven chuckled to herself.

Seven of Nine, or to her followers, the Queen, was clad in a form-fitting black dress that would have been normal had it not been for her front. Her breasts, the size of overinflated basketballs had taken up all the extra slack that her modified dress had provided and then some.

Her small black dress probably looked quite nice on her yet all she could was her chest slightly overflowing the top of her outfit. But to her current agenda, she might have well been topless had it not distracted her followers. In fact that was the whole purpose of the mental simulation.

For it was no longer practical, given her newest measurements, for Seven to address her servants properly. At best all they could do was follow orders in her presence, which was insufficient for her sermons. Plus the fact that there was severe lack of space now that Seven had completely filled the largest room in voyager to the brim with her titflesh.

And Seven had something extremely important to inform his servants. Their next course of action. First off, was leaving the starship.

Though Voyager had become there home over the years, they would have to leave it behind, before their tits begin to rip the tritanium hull apart.
Providentially, her pilots had been steering the ship to a nearby M-Class plane. It had all the qualities that there society required, space, air, ground, and most needed of all protection.

Protection, since there were fluctuations in subspace that would immediately incapacitate any starship that tried to go into the system surrounding the planet. That was not an issue, her science officers were working on a way to bypass that problem- but only once to allow voyager to penetrate its perimeter.

Once on the planet, they will convert voyager to solar-powered holographic emitters. It was reasonable to assume that soon the lowest ensign would be unable to tend to anyone but herself, so they needed servants. The Holograms could be sampled from anyone including males, and the Risian holo fantasies of the delta quadrant could help alleviate some of sexual tension that the woman had to bear. And as added bonus, they were not sentient enough to take advantage of her incapacitated servants. Not that Seven needed any males to pleasure her, her breasts was all she needed in that department.

The planet was also desolate and basically all land, with no rain. But if that really bothers some of her lessers, the holo-fields are capable of providing Aesthetic charm to anywhere. Food was not an issue too, the nano bots provided all the supplement they required through milk.

And not to forget, there was plenty of room to grow, and grow and gr...Seven stopped herself. Though her breast were incapable of offering her any pleasure while in the simulation, she could still become horny of the thought of BE.

But what a thought it was, as her hands start to massage the air below her virtual breasts, a small mannerism that she developed when she was recharging from extreme pleasuring with her 20 foot diameter breasts. The thought of growing bigger, rounder, heavier.....

Her followers would hit their limit eventually. Some at just barely mobile and some at Seven's Current size; and from there they would lose interest in self BE. Her instinct told of her this. From there all of them would thoroughly test their new end and live in the paradise that was pure sexual pleasure.

All except for her, the one breast Queen. She would continue to grow larger and larger without stopping, without halting. Her breast would always provided more and more milk. They would grow at a geometric rate, and arouse Seven more and more. Perhaps when she wasn't completely consumed with bliss she could predict her size.

Or not. She rather liked the concept of never-ending unpredictable growth. Her servants did too. Even when her disciples stopped growing, they would still be obsessed with her growth, even more then they were with their own.

She had all the time in the world too grow too, the nanoprobes had halted her and her servants aging. Theoretically there was no visible end to her and by extension, her growth. Seven had become immortal.

Where the Borg had tried to become immortal by achieving technological singularity, rather heartlessly, she done that and more, by achieving sexual singularity. If such a concept could exist, she reflected.

An image of the planet orbiting around Seven's breasts popped into her mind. She chuckled, then stopped to briefly consider it.

"If I was launched into space with life-support system..." Seven said aloud. She smirked a little at her own imagination.

Suddenly a figure was synthesized in the middle of her chamber. It was her second, her closest advisor, her klingon subordinate, B'Elanna. Like Seven she was clothed in an altered black dress but with breasts that were at the most, one size smaller then her size.

The klingon moved toward her queen and kneeled at her feet. Seven with her hand on the chin, noticed that B'Elanna was having trouble adjusting to unobstructed moving. She had recently become immobile so she probably did not find it imperative to remember the ways less-endowed females moved.

"State your Intentions" Seven said

"My Queen, all of your disciples are ready to told the future that you have prophesized for us" B'Elanna replied, raising her head.

"Let's Begin" Seven responded with a motion of her hand.

As the rest of the staff began to form in front of her throne, Seven thought about the possibility of planet sized breasts. In the half second that followed she knew that such was inevitable and her destiny.

And when she does realize that destiny, her mind more clear then it had been in her entire lifetime..... no longer will she be just Queen.

"I will be breast GOD"