Space time coordinates: The orbital scientific research station called Aldera 1 in the year 2151.
The last 153 years of space exploration has led to many new and interesting twists in the fate of human kind. Space travel was developed, and new races of beings have been discovered. Many of these races have joined up with us to form an Alliance for the purpose of the advancement of all of our peoples. Science and technology has come far these many years, yet man still wishes to know more. It is his innate curiosity that has sent him to all corners of the universe to find not only truth about other creatures but also himself. This is where Aldera 1 comes in. Aldera 1 was a small research station on the outer corner of the Orion nebula. Its mission was to find and catalog new forms of life in this region. It was very far from normal space routes so it could study its specimens in peace without the intervention of others. Because of this, it is manned by a skeleton crew, and it had to receive its new supplies and personnel via transport cargo ship ever six months. Major Mark Powell was left in charge of the station while most of the crew were on a planet in the nebula studying the indiginous lifeforms. Mark was left behind to safeguard the station and await the cargo ship's arrival. It was to carry the newest member of the Aldera 1 crew.
Mark was the computer technician aboard the station charged with keeping all of her systems running properly. The other members of the crew usually handled whatever specimens they brought back. He was sitting at the master control console with his feet propped up on the console, sipping coffee, and watching a taped spaceball game on the monitor. He was wearing a coffee stained T-shirt and a set of fatigues. The new officer wasn't supposed to arrive for a couple of days and the expedition team wouldn't be back for a week, so he had the whole station to himself. He was rather athletic and handsome, not the kind of person who you would think would be a computer technician. He looked to be in his early thirties.
The Galaxy Maulers had just kicked a fieldgoal when all of the sudden the alert sirens started going off and the station intercomm started blaring "Warning: Biohazard Detected Level 2! Warning: Biohazard Detected, Level 2!" Mark spit his coffee out all over his shirt, scared by the sudden alert warnings blaring at him. He quickly jumped to the console and asked the computer the nature of the alarm. The computer replied, "Biohazard is of unknown alien origin. Level 2 protective containment has been breached." Mark sat there with fear in his eyes. Level 2 was where they had kept all of those creatures that they had brought back from earlier expeditions. He asked the computer to bring up a picture of the containment lab, but the camera must have been damaged because only a blank screen came up. He had to know what was on the loose and if it had managed to get out the lab. Mark jumped up out of his chair and looked around the room for some form of weapon. All he saw was a fire axe that hung in a glass case on the wall. It would have to do. He was scared. Mark had never really had to handle any of these creatures, and he didn't know what they could do. He crept out of Master Control and headed for the lift. As soon as he reached level 2 he cautiously exited the lift.
Yellow emergency lights were flashing and steam from some leaking pipes filled the hallway. At the end of the corridor was the lab. Nervously, he tiptoed towards it. Everywhere he looked, he thought he would see the creature, but he didn't. Finally, he reached the security door to the lab. It was still locked shut, but he had to get in and see if it had gotten out before the emergency seals had been placed. After entering his authorization codes, the computer opened up the sealed door. Broken glass and blinking halogen lights were everywhere. He looked at the cages of aliens. Most were screaming or shreaking in their cages, but it seemed like they all in their cages. He finally got to the last one praying that the Lord had seen it fit to make sure all the specimens in their cages, but he knew in the back of his mind that the lab wouldn't be a mess like this if one hadn't got out. Mark saw the cage bars which had been made of tempered titanium twisted by some strong force. The cage was empty except for a slime trail that led from the cage.
He saw some writing on the top of the cage. It read, "Maggoth of Planet 342, Extremely dangerous, Poison stingers and extremely strong, Carnivorous, Handle with Extreme Care!" Mark was in panic mode now. Here he was with a little axe, and somewhere in this lab was a meat eating, poisonous creature that might be able to kill him. He spun around looking for any sign of the creature, deathly afraid it would attack him, and he wouldn't even see it coming. Mark then noticed that the slime trail on the ground led to the air duct. The grating had been mangled, and a large hole was in the center of it. "Oh, DEAR GOD!" he said backing out of the lab.
He shut the securitly door and ran for the lift. The creature could be anywhere in the station. Mark just had to get back to Master Control and close off the vent areas so it couldn't get into other parts of the station.
"C'mon! C'mon!" he shouted at the lift. Sweat was pouring off of his brow. As soon as the lift reached Master Control level he darted for the control room and sealed the door behind him. Mark ran over to the console and told the computer to scan for signs of the creature in the air vents. The computer scanned the vents as Mark laid his axe on the station beside the main computer console.. On the screen, a blueprint of the ventilation system came up. A green trail appeared on the screen starting at the lab on Level 2.
"Where are you you little bastard?" he gritted through his teeth as he scrolled through the blueprints following the trail. "Oh, NO!" he cried as the sensors found the end of the trail. The scanners said that the trail of slime ended at Master Control's vents! He quickly went to grab for the axe, but he heard a large growl coming from behind him. Carefully, he turned his head to see a large, green, pulsating maggot-like creature with claws and a tail like a scorpion. It was drooling the green slime and was looking at him with its three eyes. Mark was panicking. He again went for the axe but the creature lunged at him! Darting in the other direction, Mark fell out of the chair and scrambled away. The creature had gone for the hand grabbing the axe, but it ended up hitting the console instead due to Mark's maneuvers. Mark still didn't have the axe. He was trying to crawl backwards on the floor attempting to get up and keep his eye on the creature at the same time. He remembered the emergency beacon switch on one of the consoles behind him. His hand furiously went to pressing buttons until finally the intercomm spoke, "Emergency Distress Beacon Activated."
The creature was regaining its senses all during this. When it heard the computer telling about the beacon, it finally came to. Quickly spinning around, it eyed Mark and made a dash towards him. "NOOO!" Mark screamed as he valiantly put his hands out in front of him trying to ward off the creature's attack. Mark and the Maggoth locked in a struggle with the Maggoth fiercely trying to bite Mark. The creature was slippery and strong. Mark was just barely able to keep it back when all of a sudden the creature jabbed at him with its tail. The pointed end struck Mark's shoulder and entered his flesh. He yelled in agony. In a last ditch effort, he got his legs between himself and the creature and kicked it across the control room but not before it bit him on the arm leaving deep gashes. The Maggoth landed on the floor with a loud thud. Mark was really messed up now. He couldn't seem to get his senses together enough to stand up and reach the door lock to open it. Terror filled Mark's eyes as he saw the Maggoth get up off of the floor and start towards him again. He thought that this would be the end. The last thing he saw was the Maggoth about five feet from him and approaching with the intent to kill. He blacked out.
Mark woke up a few minutes later. The sight he saw before his eyes nearly scared what life was left in him out of him. There, beside him on the floor was the Maggoth, but most of it seemed to be fried. It was dead! Looking around the room, he noticed someone with a spacesuit on and a blaster in hand looking back at him through the open door.
"Who...Who are you?" he stuttered, barely being able to believe that he was still alive. The spaceperson walked over to him and helped him up to a chair.
"I am Captain Vivataeric Elentic of Terran 5. I am the new member of the crew," she said, taking her helmet off. She looked like a beautiful human female with blue skin and two antennae sticking out of her head. "The cargo ship I was on heard your distress beacon and we rushed here as fast as possible. The creature was about to bite your face off when I came through the door and blasted it. Are you all right?"
Mark was still a little shook up and bleeding heavily. "Thank you for saving my life...Viva. Viv..." He tried to say her name, but he really couldn't say it.
"Just call me Viv. Other humans do. Let's get you to medlab." She helped him limp to the medlab bed, and the computer started to mend his wounds. It identified the toxins in his blood from the Maggoth and administered antitoxins to Mark. Viv kept watch on the station while Mark laid in the medlab bed for a day getting repaired. Viv would look in on him every hour to see how he was feeling. She really seemed interested in him.
Mark really liked her a lot also. (Anyone who saved my life would be my best buddy to the end of time also). She was very beautiful, and aside for the blue skin and antennae, she looked like a supermodel on Earth. He asked the computer about her while he was laid up in bed. It told him that she was a Terranian, a race of people who could shapeshift their bodies. They only had one limitation, they had to be the same gender in whatever form they took. They were known to be great scholars and enjoyed solar travel. He had run across many of them in his life, but he had never seen a female of their species. The computer went on to tell him that she had been sent to Aldera 1 as a sort of punishment. She had quite an attitude problem, and she really didn't like not getting whatever she wanted. Some of her former commanders had labeled her as pushy yet loyal. Mark just laid there thinking about her and the little smile she would give him whenever she visited him. He thought he was starting to fall in love, but he knew that was out of the question. He was here to get away from the heartbreak he had suffered from a lover a long time ago. This former lover had died in a shuttle accident. Her death had caused him so much grief that he had decided to leave Earth and take this job in the middle of nowhere.
About a day later, Mark was able to leave the medlab bed and return to his own quarters. He was still a litlle woozy, but the medlab computer had checked him out as being okay for duty. Mark went in and got cleaned up, ready to face the world again. After a shave and a new uniform, he returned to Master Control. His heart started to race as he thought about what had happened the last time he was in there. Gathering his courage, he opened the door and went in. Viv was sitting at the console monitoring the stations systems. At the sound of the door opening, one of her antennae perked up and leaned back towards Mark.
"Well, Mr. Powell. I see that the Maggoth can't stop you from your duties," she said without turning around.
"Yeah, but if it wasn't for you, I'd have been that thing's dinner. Thank god you got here in time. I want to thank you for saving my life and please call me Mark."
Viv spun her chair around to face him. Since she wasn't wearing the spacesuit, he could finally see what she looked like. She had brown hair, aqua-green eyes, and red full lips. She looked almost totally human. Viv wore a skimpy uniform which accented her B-cup chest. "Well, we had better get this place back to ship-shape." They both went to their consoles and started making repairs to the station systems that were damaged by the fight in the computer room.
They worked together, talked together, and ate together. Both of them seemed attracted to each other. Mark enjoyed just sitting and staring at her lovely eyes. Unknown to Mark, Viv was attracted to him also. She got to know more and more about him, and love was blossoming in her heart too. It seemed to her though, that when he seemed very close to asking her to be more than a fellow officer, that he would try to change the subject. Viv didn't know why he kept doing this. He didn't seem to be showing any signs of the clues she was hinting to him, like a gentle caress of his hand, her constant visits to see him while he was injured, their personal talks during work. She was afraid he might be in love with one of the other members of the crew. They were returning at the end of the week, and she had to find out if there was someone to contend with. Terranians usually mate for life, and this Terranian always got whatever she was after. Mark's looks and charm had impressed her, and she was planning on taking on anyone who would get in the way of her love for him.
Mark noticed that Viv started acting a little strange over the next few days. She would ask him a little about his personal life like dating and his likes and dislikes, but whenever Mark would ask her why she wanted to know, she would just say that she was trying to make conversation. He also noticed that her uniform was getting skimpier and skimpier everytime he saw her. It wasn't until the shower incident that Mark really put two and two together. She was bathing in her quarters' shower when Mark got a call across the intercomm telling him that the shower's temperature was scalding hot, and the knob had broken off. She was still in the shower and couldn't get out (Intercomms were everywhere on this station. Hey, some people have phones in their showers). Mark grabbed some tools and rushed to Viv's quarters. He overrode the computer lock and made for the shower. Sitting in the far corner of the shower away from the steaming spray was Viv. She looked like she was terrified of getting burned, but actually, she wasn't.
"Hold on! I'll get you out of there in a minute. He opened the back panel to the shower and switched on the emergency shutoff valve. As soon as the spray died down, a naked Viv bounded out of the shower and wrapped herself around Mark kissing him all over the face. The force of her jump knocked him to the floor as she continued to passionately kiss him. Mark eventually noticed that her hands started moving towards his crotch region and started massaging it. Mark's eyes flashed open as he struggled to get away from her. She wanted him!
"What's wrong, Mark? I was just thanking you for saving me." She looked puzzled at him as he started to back off from her.
"I can't," he replied. Images of his dead lover filled his head. He liked Viv a lot. I mean he really liked her, but the images of his dead lover filled his head whenever he started to get aroused by Viv. Mark walked out of the bathroom leaving the puzzled Viv on the floor watching him leave.
Viv got dressed and caught up with him on the bridge. "What's wrong, Mark? Don't you like me?" she asked, shocked at his forcing her away in the bathroom. He had his head leaning against one of the bulkheads looking out into space.
"Yes, I do like you. But I can't," came a quiet and heartfelt reply. He was really torn.
"Why?" she asked putting her hand on his back trying to look into his eyes. Knowing she wouldn't give up until she knew, he told her about his heartbreak and the loss of his lover.
"How long has it been since she died?" Viv asked. She felt sorry that she had tricked him with the shower move now that she knew he was pining for a lost love.
"It...It's been four years. I still miss her so." His eyes were filled with tears as he continued looking out at the stars. Viv was a little astonished. She couldn't get over that he was still weeping after four years. He had to get over it. Mark wouldn't be able to enjoy life if he didn't and besides, he would never be hers if she didn't get his mind off mourning this dead woman. Viv told Mark that she understood, but he had to get over it because she was gone. Four years was way too much time to grieve. Mark just kept looking out into the stars.
The crew would arrive the next day, so whatever Viv had to do to ensure Mark was hers had to be done tonight. Although she felt sorry for Mark, she still wanted him. She would just have to figure out what would bring him around. She thought about it and came up with a plan.
Mark was returning to his quarters to shower and sleep. His shift was over, but he had not seen Viv for most of the day. He wondered if he had insulted her or hurt her feelings yesterday in the shower by spurning her advance. Mark walked by her quarters and rang the doorbell, but no one answered. He thought she was mad at him. Feeling that she wouldn't come to the door, he went on to his quarters. He opened the security lock and went inside.
As soon as he had entered, he saw a naked Viv laying on his bed. Suddenly, the security doors shut behind him. "Viv! What are you doing in here?! Put some clothes on!" he shouted, surprised by her being in his locked quarters. "Get out, Viv. I'm sorry I was so mean yesterday, but I am not sleeping with you," he said as he punched the door opening console. The door, however, did not budge. He pressed it again and again, but it still wouldn't open.
"Oh, no. You aren't getting away this time. I programmed the door with a time release and erased your override codes," she said smiling on the bed.
"I don't know what you think you are doing, but nothing is going to happen!" he stammered as she eyed him.
"Oh, I think not," she retorted twisting her hair around her finger. "I noticed your pictures here on the wall," she said pointing to the pictures of nude voluptuous women that papered his wall. They were huge busted women in various poses. "Do you like these kinds of women?" she asked coyly.
"That is none of your business, now put something on!" he yelled.
"No. I won't."
Infuriated by her response, Mark grabbed a t-shirt off of his dresser and threw it over to Viv. "Put that on!" he stated.
"Okay, but I warned you," she said with a little giggle. The shirt was an X-large man's. She pulled the shirt over her and sat there looking at Mark.
"That's better," he told her.
"Is it?" she asked with a large smile going across her face. Mark gasped as he saw the shirt starting to tighten up on her chest. Her breasts! They were growing! The T-shirt stretched and stretched as more boob filled its space. Soon, it looked like she was smuggling volleyballs under her shirt. "Cut that out!" Mark told her. Viv just kept watching him and smiling. It wasn't long before the shirt went taut around her. A rip started forming in the front between her enlarging mams' cleavage. All of a sudden, her boobs burst out of the shirt leaving it looking like a rag on either side of her immense chest. She looked like she had basketballs in her lap with small nipples on the ends of them. Mark was shocked, but his body was aroused. Viv noticed that even though he was telling her to stop and put something on, Mark's trousers were showing signs of activity.
Mark was nearly drooling. The pictures on the wall weren't as big as Viv was. Viv decided to take advantage of Mark's arousal and got up off the bed heading towards Mark. "No! Stay back, Viv! I'm warning you!" he frantically tried to tell her.
"Oh, you won't hurt little ol me would you?" she said giving the sides of her bloated mams a squeeze. Eventually, Mark backed up against the door as far as he could, but Viv kept advancing with her bouncing blimps in front of her. With every step she took, she enlarged her breasts a little more. Finally, with ZZZ size boobs, she pinned a struggling Mark to the door between her cleavage. He wanted out, but his member said otherwise. She rubbed her boobs up and down him arousing herself with the feeling of his clothes. She grabbed his crotch and started unzipping it.
"No! My wife!" he shouted trying to get free. With her boobs forcing him against the door, she started jubbing his manhood that was pulsating with his arousal. She was like a cat, and he was her prey, and this cat wasn't about to let him go until he was hers. Soon, the sensations of pleasure he was getting started to override his fear. He was getting lost in the passion of the moment. Mark couldn't think straight. Viv forced him with her huge busom away from the door towards the bed like herding cattle.
Finally, the heat of passion overtook both of them, and they were kissing and groping each other. Viv furiously tore off Mark's clothes and laid him down on the bed. She then straddled his erect member and started working it for everything it had. Mark laid there in pure ecstasy. He couldn't remember what he was thinking about, and he didn't care. All he wanted to do is be with Viv right now. She enlarged her boobs even more as he suckled them and rubbed their smooth blue surfaces. Viv indulged in the sensations he was causing both inside of her and by caressing her mams. Mark was lost in a sea of tit, but he wasn't afraid or unhappy. This was wonderful to him. It had been more than four years since he had been with anyone. He was content to do whatever Viv wanted. His passion had grown for her over the week, and thoughts of his old lover were starting to be buried in the back of his mind. He now loved Viv, and she loved him. He didn't care if he died suffocating under her tits right now because he was in love again.
The Maggoth snacked on a arm ignoring the flashing lights and siren warnings in the control room. The door was still shut and traces of blood and green slime were all over the consoles of Master Control. A delirious Major Mark Powell laid on the floor missing an arm and a leg, yet on his face was a contented smile. The saving, Viv, the love making, were all in his mind brought on by the poison of the Maggoth's stinger. Mark couldn't feel anything that was happening to him because the Maggoth had injected him with a numbing fluid like a spider does to keep its prey fresh until it eats it. The hand in the Maggoth's mouth was his. Mark was unaware of anything that was happening. To him, he was still with Viv, making love. The transport ship would arrive a few days later finding the Maggoth beside Mark's body eating him. They kill it and rush Mark to the medlab, but they were too late. Mark had already died before they had arrived. One of the transport personnel couldn't help but wonder about the smile still on Mark's face.