Voyager sped through the cosmos, all thrusters activated except the warp drive. Captain Kathryn Janeway stood on the bridge, supervising the exercise. It had been too long since they tested the maneuvering capabilities of Voyager, and this asteroid field would serve as a perfect obstacle course for a trial run. Piloting the ship were the emotionless Vulcan Tuvok and the hot-headed Tom Paris.
"Alright, let's see what the old ship can do," Janeway commanded. "Mr.Paris, let's dive in!"
The ship dodged between the asteroids again and again, performing well under it's two pilots.
"All right! Who would've thought this old ship still had so many moves left." Paris was clearly enjoying this flight exercise.
"Don't get too confident Mr. Paris," Janeway warned. "The slightest slip in concentration could easily damage Voyager. Let's go for one more test run." As Voyager turned to face the asteroid field once more, Seven entered the bridge.
"I thought I might observe this testing of Voyager's capabilities, Captain," the former Borg coldly informed her. "I may have need of the flight data for future maneuvering reference."
"Good thinking, Seven. Just take a look at what Paris is doing, and you'll learn a lot." Seven maneuvered over toward Paris' control panel and began to visually record his maneuvers.
"Watch out, Tom!" Captain Janeway suddenly yelled. Tom snapped to attention and steered Voyager just clear of missing one of the asteroids.
"S-sorry, captain..." Paris replied sheepishly. It wasn't like Paris to make such a blatant mistake on a simple maneuver like that, thought Janeway. What could be wrong? Suddenly, she saw the cause. Tom was stealing mesmerized glances at Seven's figure from time to time, mostly her upper body. Janeway thought of reprimanding him on the spot, but decided not to call attention to it out of good taste. Paris stole more frequent glances at Seven's bustline, until...
CRUNCH! A rather large meteor struck Voyager, jolting the ship and knocking everyone on the bridge to the floor, Paris landing ironically right on top of Seven.
"Janeway to sickbay, we just had a minor accident. We'll be sending some crewmen up for a quick checkup and some minor cuts and bruises." She looked around the bridge to check on everyone. "Tom, are you hurt?"
Paris lifted himself off of Seven. "Uhh...n-no Captain. I was...uhhh...cushioned."
Janeway felt anger swell up inside her. "Mr.Paris... kindly remove yourself from the bridge and assist in repairing the damage you caused to the hull. I will speak to you later, but first...I would like to have a word with Seven."
Janeway led Seven to an adjoining conference room and closed the door. "Seven, are you aware that you played a role in this accident?! Are you aware that this is partially your fault?"
Seven looked at Janeway coldly. "I was not the one piloting the ship, Captain. I do not see how I could be responsible for any of this."
Janeway sighed in exasperation. "Everything was going fine until you walked onto the bridge. Do you know what distracted Tom?" Seven said nothing.
"Seven, he was...he...he was staring at your...your breasts."
Seven was silent a moment, then spoke.
"Captain, it does not bother or offend me that Mr. Paris desired to glimpse my outer countenance on his own free will. If you are worried that this might jeopardize my working with Mr. Paris, it is out of my control. I cannot restrict the viewing of myself by others, unless you would wish me to leave the ship altogether." Janeway still felt that nervous pang of anger deep within her.
"Seven, perhaps you could dress...more conservatively when carrying out your duties on Voyager. Your skintight jumpsuit sets you apart from your crew members, and attracts...unwanted distractions. To be frank, well, it's getting a bit too...risque...for day-to-day duty."
Seven actually seemed surprised for once, then angry. "This...jumpsuit...as you call it, houses many of my life-sustaining Borg components. It is as vital to me as a second skin, Captain. I must be clothed in it to function, that cannot change. However..." Janeway waited for her to continue.
"Yes, Seven? What?"
Seven looked Janeway straight in the eye. "However, I wonder if this sudden concern over my appearance has deeper meanings behind it. Perhaps you, Captain, are feeling the pangs of...jealousy...over certain aspects of my appearance."
Janeway was taken aback.
"You...you're accusing me...of being jealous...of you?! I-I don't know what I would be...jealous of?!" Seven looked down.
"Perhaps you are jealous of the size and protrusion of my mammary glands, as compared to your own." Janeway was so shocked, that she actually found herself glancing quickly down at her own chest. She was at a complete loss for words. "I...I...Seven...what do...you...I-I mean..." Janeway's face turned bright red as Seven looked at her quizzically. Janeway turned slowly toward the door, and Seven exited quickly as Janeway's anger and frustration reached an emotional point. She nearly ran over Ensign Kim as she quickly paced down the hallway.
"Whoa! What was that all about, Seven? Kim asked, puzzled. Seven turned to him coldly.
"We were having a conference concerning the size of the Captain's mammary glands." She left Ensign Kim standing in the passage, his mouth hanging open in surprise.
Janeway paced in circles in her room, still running over the absurd discussion she had had with Seven. She knew she shouldn't have gotten so angry with her over a minor thing like Starfleet dress code, but her incrimination of Janeway's supposed jealousy over Seven's bustline was just too much. How could she respond to such a foolish, elementary accusation? True, Seven was not conditioned in social etiquette, but it was hardly something a Starfleet Captain expected to be accused of. This was a Federation Starship, not an elementary school playground.
And yet, the feeling still nagged her. Could it possibly be that deep, deep down inside...Seven was right? Was there some unconscious jealousy, buried deep within Janeway, that brought out her anger in this form? There had been times in the past that the topic had barely crossed her mind...watching a crewman gaze subconsciously at Seven's chest. Or even the few times that Seven had passed by her in close quarters, both her breasts accidentally brushing Janeway's shoulder. Was there some long-buried jealousy here? She had never been overly concerned with her appearance, since it hardly figured into being a Starfleet Captain. And yet...
Janeway stepped up to the mirror and examined her profile. She wasn't flat by any means, but Seven certainly had her beat by a mile. "Oh God," she murmured to herself. "I can't believe I actually thought that just now." What would her crew think if they knew their Captain was sitting there, this very moment, comparing her breast size to a Borg? Janeway sighed, laughing at herself, and pressed a button as the mirror slid into the wall. She made one last intercom relay to check on the continuing hull repair, and drifted off to sleep.
Sleep was nice, but bridge duty called. Janeway slowly got out of bed and prepared herself for the day. She tied her hair into the usual bun and reached for her Starfleet uniform. As she started to zip up the back, the zipper stalled momentarily at her upper back. Janeway frowned and gave the zipper another tug, finally getting it up to the neck. It was then she noticed a slightly uncomfortable tightness surrounding her chest. She glanced in the mirror, noticing for the first time that her uniform stretched a bit tight across her bustline, certainly more than usual, anyway. She furrowed her brow and looked at her profile in the mirror. Either her breasts were slightly swollen, or her uniform had shrunk, because her bustline seemed fuller than usual. It couldn't possibly be caused by her premenstrual cycle, since the timing wasn't right. She took one last look at herself before reporting to the bridge. If there was any further bloating, sickbay could see to it later.
The atmosphere on the bridge was slightly unusual as well. As Janeway walked into the bridge, she was greeted by Tom Paris. "I'm sorry about that mistake yesterday Captain. It won't happen again." Janeway smiled.
"I hope not, Mr.Paris. Carry on with your duties." She caught a few crew members looking somewhat strangely at her, but as soon as she saw them they went back to work.
"Seven, report to the bridge. I need all the data on the status of the hull repair," Janeway transmitted. Moments later, the former Borg entered the bridge. Janeway turned to speak to Seven, only to find herself taken by surprise at Seven's appearance. Her breasts had always been large, but there seemed to be a slight increase in their size.
"Is something wrong, Captain?" Seven stated emotionlessly. Janeway snapped her glance back up.
"No...no, nothing's wrong Seven. How is that hull breach coming along?"
"The damage was extensive and rather deep. We may need some additional time to finish repairs." Janeway caught some of the crew members whispering in the corner, but her glance quickly ended their conversation.
"All right, Seven. We'll keep working on it. Right now I have some mapping to finish in my study. Contact me if anything else happens."
Janeway found her course mapping to be extremely dull. Her mind kept drifting off, until finally, she fell asleep.
"Captain." Janeway shifted in her sleep.
"Captain Janeway." She slowly began to wake up.
"Captain Janeway, something unusual has occurred." Janeway awakened to find Seven leaning over her.
"Oh, Seven. What's the matter?" She yawned, raising her left arm to stretch, and suddenly came into contact with something fleshy. Startled, she opened her eyes wide, surprised by Seven's appearance. "Seven! What...what happened?!"
"If you are referring to the increased mass and protrusion of my mammary glands, I have no logical explanation. The entire female population of Voyager has been affected in the same way." Seven's breasts had defiantly increased in size, each one much fuller and extending a good ten inches out from her chest. Janeway was shocked.
"What...what could have caused something like this? Sickbay should be notified immediately!"
"The Doctor has already ran multiple cellular scans on several female crew members. There appear to be no other physical effects, with the exception of the increase in mammary tissue," Seven coldly replied.
"I want the Doctor to run those tests again. Tell him I'll be right there to personally oversee things." Janeway began to stand up, and was greeted with another shock. She quickly looked down at her chest, seeing the effects this anomaly was having on her body. Once a gentle rounding, her bustline now had surged forward, stretching her uniform tight across her chest. Catching a glimpse in a window reflection, she saw her startling new profile. While not as large as Seven's size increase, she was definitely big. Her breasts stuck out an estimated eight inches from her chest, and had begun a rather teardrop-shaped descent down her ribcage.
"Oh....my God..." Janeway stammered, still staring at her enlarged chest.
"Let's get to the bottom of this."
It was rather embarrassing for Janeway to even be walking the corridors of Voyager. At each passage, another crew member began staring at her and Seven as they made their way to sickbay. Even though Janeway was still smaller than Seven, she could feel the unwanted presence of her breasts every step of the way, blushing embarrassingly at the gazes she was receiving.
"Ah, Captain. I see you've been affected too," the holographic Doctor intoned, turning his attention from a chest x-ray to greet the Captain. Sickbay was filled with female crew members, each featuring the same growth that Seven and Janeway had experienced. Some were crying, some were simply too embarrassed to say anything. All eyes went to Janeway's chest as she entered the room. The shock of seeing their Captain in the same situation was both surprising and sobering. "Captain Janeway, if I could please have you remove the upper part of your uniform, we can continue the examination." Janeway unzipped the back of her uniform and folded it down around her waist, seeing her enlarged figure for the first time unclothed. She kneeled, placing her breasts on a cold examining table, as the Doctor performed a cellular scan.
"The cellular levels are the same as the other tests I've run," the Doctor continued. "It seems that something is causing the cells of your mammary tissue to multiply at an unnatural speed. I've been able to gauge an estimate in the growth rate, but I'll need some data from you, Captain. What was your bust measurement before this occurrence?" Janeway looked uneasily around Sickbay. All eyes were upon her.
"I was around...a 34 B," she murmured softly. The Doctor handed her a holographic measuring reel, and stretched it across the fullest part of her bust.
"Congratulations, Captain," the Doctor said wryly. "You have now graduated to a 42 DD, and it's not over." Janeway looked confused.
"N-not over?"
"No," The Doctor continued. "The tests indicate that cellular activity is still occurring at a steady rate. We must find a cure for this mysterious anomaly soon, or we may have to buy you each a wheelbarrow." Janeway glared angrily at the Doctor. "Sorry, Captain. It was a bad joke."
"Yes, it was." Janeway quickly zipped up her uniform and left Sickbay, with as much dignity as her shifting bosom would allow.
Repairs on the fractured hull continued into the night
Janeway awoke from her daydream with a start, alarmed by the communicator screen suddenly springing to life. She pushed a switch, and Seven appeared on the viewscreen.
"Captain, the hull repair is being slowed. Many of the female crew members are having a difficult time fitting into environmental suits, so the work force has been cut in half." Janeway glanced at Seven's massive bustline, which now stretched almost two feet out from her chest. Her cone-shaped breasts had greatly increased in mass and protrusion, stretching the fabric of her jumpsuit tight between them.
"Captain...I am beginning to feel the strain of carrying this weight around. I suggest we work as fast as possible, since soon some of us may be...unable to perform our duties."
"Understood, Seven. Keep working as fast as possible. Janeway out."
Suddenly, Tuvok's voice emitted from her Starfleet communicator. "I suggest you come to the bridge, Captain. I have discovered something that may be important."
Janeway reluctantly rose, when suddenly the realization of her new size hit her again. She had continued to grow larger along with Seven and the others, and was no exception among the female crew members. She stood up straight, feeling the fabric of her uniform strain against her bust. Her breasts had formed a virtual shelf, protruding a foot and a half out from her chest, jutting out cumbersomely in front of her. Looking down, she noticed how obscured her vision was, and dreaded walking the corridors of Voyager without tripping on unseen objects. Her back was beginning to feel the strain as well. Gingerly, she made her way to the bridge, making careful note of her modified center of gravity. Simply walking through small passages proved embarrassing, causing her bosom to accidentally brush against or bump into other passing crew members. After a series of red-faced apologies, a very frustrated Janeway finally arrived at the bridge.
"Captain, I think you should take a look at these energy scans from the outer hull. I ran across them accidentally, while scanning for additional leaks in our atmospheric shields."
Janeway looked at the strange energy aura drifting through space outside Voyager. "That does seem odd...wait, let me run an additional scan on this energy configuration." Janeway moved toward a computer console and seated herself.
"If we just reconfig..." Janeway stared down.
"Captain, is anything the matter?" Tovok asked, worried.
"No...not really..." Janeway muttered, shifting her torso from side to side. The control panel was almost completely obscured by her breasts. Janeway bit her lip in frustration, feeling the control panel with her hands. She had had quite enough of this inconvenience, and she was determined to beat it no matter what. Her pride would not allow such a ridiculous thing to interfere with her duties as Captain. Finally, her left hand located the reconfiguration switch. Instantly, the on screen image changed, isolating the area surrounding the hull repair.
"There! that's what's going on! This energy anomaly is entering the ship through the hull breach! It may be the cause of this...mysterious occurrence. Tuvok, I want samples taken of the atmosphere surrounding the hull breach. Once we analyze it, we may have a better idea of what is going on." Tuvok nodded and exited the bridge.
Paris suddenly entered the bridge. "Captain, I have those reports on temperature fluctuations that you asked for." Janeway turned in her chair to face Paris, accidentally brushing her massive breasts against the control panel, hitting several switches by accident. Suddenly, all overhead lights shut off on the bridge. Janeway realized her mistake, searching for the main light controls with her right hand. The difficulty and absurdity of her situation was quickly building within her, and she felt tears beginning to well in her eyes just as she reactivated the lights.
"Uhhh...nice save Captain! Here's those...reports..." Janeway glared at Paris for a second, then stood uneasily, and exited the bridge, red-faced with embarrassment.
Her quick, angry stride soon became a run, as Janeway hurried to her quarters. The shifting of her breasts added to her anger as she attempted to maintain some dignity in her run, but her bustline was far too ponderous to allow it. The weight was beginning to throw her off balance, and at one point, she actually misstepped and lost her footing, crashing into a corridor wall and landing on her rear end. Shame boiled up inside her, and tears finally came pouring out. Sobbing, she lifted herself off the floor, and entered her chamber, while startled crew members stared at their Captain in surprise.
She must have cried herself to sleep, for when Janeway woke up, she could feel additional weight on her chest. Struggling to get up, Janeway flinched halfway through the motion, as her back muscles protested with soreness. How long had she slept? How large was she by this point? Gingerly, Janeway lifted herself upright, using her knees as arm support. As she looked down, she felt a new twinge of despair begin to build. Her breasts had greatly increased in size, jutting out obscenely underneath her Starfleet uniform. She could no longer see her feet at all now, simply a rounded field of black cloth with a Starfleet communicator pinned above her left breast. Slowly making her way to a desk, she found a holographic measuring device, and proceeded to measure her new bustline. The end result was so astonishing that she measured twice, but each time it came out to be 62 inches, heaven knows what cup size.
She decided to try a few tests to see just how impaired her movement was. With both arms straight at her sides, she raised them up slowly in front of her. The sides of her breasts brushed prominently against the inside of each arm, pushing them out slightly as they were raised. She then held her right arm straight out in front of her and bent her elbow upward. Her elbow only came to the halfway point of her right breast, no more leaning on her elbows to relax. She sat down at her desk, noticing how her massive breasts simply lay there on the desktop like giant cushions, and turned on the communications screen.
"Janeway to Tuvok. How did that energy sample test come out?" Tuvok appeared on screen.
"The energy configuration is indeed the cause of this anomaly, Captain. This mysterious energy seems to be seeping in through the hull fracture and affecting the female population of Voyager. I have the Doctor attempting to prepare an antidote using the energy pattern, but the hull breach is still not quite sealed. You, and the rest of Voyager's female population, may have to endure this condition a while longer."
Janeway nodded gravely. "Carry on, Tuvok. The sooner we can fix this anomaly.....," she glanced down at her massive breasts,
"....the better." Tuvok nodded. "There is one more thing, Captain. I do not know how you are holding up, but many of our female crew members are experiencing severe back pains. Many are slowly becoming unable to perform their duties. We may want to consider dispersing makeshift canes to ailing female crew members as extra support." Janeway considered this odd idea, feeling the soreness of her back.
"That may not be a bad idea, Tuvok. See what you can find that resembles a cane and pass them out to the needy."
Tuvok looked at her quizzically. "Are you...one of the needy, Captain?"
Janeway looked down at her chest. "I may be very soon," she murmured wryly. "Janeway out."
Janeway hoisted herself out of her seat, and very, very slowly made her way to the outer corridor. She could feel the heft of each breast with each step, shifting and undulating beneath the skin-tight fabric of her Starfleet uniform. She found herself actually hunching over slightly to accomidate the incredible weight of her bosom. The few other female crew members she glimpsed seemed to be having the same problems, and yet they still cast startled eyes towards her. They all knew that the entire female population of Voyager had been affected, but they still couldn't believe that their Captain was subject to the same anomaly that affected them.
She decided to report to engineering, to check with B'Elanna Torres and Seven concerning the temperature reconfiguration. The ship seemed awfully cold, and the temperature was making hull repair go far too slow. Janeway was greeted in engineering by Seven, who was obviously having problems supporting her added weight. Her breasts were still even larger than Janeway's were, protruding outwards a good three feet out from her chest, and had begun to fill her ribcage area and spread outwards toward her upper arms. She was holding her lower back with her right hand, and standing somewhat hunched over the warp core controls, trying to operate them with one hand only.
"Captain Janeway. I have managed to regulate the temperature controls back to normal. Within moments the hull repairs will be able to occur at a faster pace."
Janeway nodded in approval. "Seven, where is B'Elanna Torres?"
"B'Elanna grew at a faster rate, due to her Klingon metabolism. She is currently...incapacitated in Sickbay." Seven suddenly furrowed her brow as another pain shot through her back.
"Captain...I am having...difficulty...supporting the weight of my enlarged mammary glands. They have become ponderous, and are affecting my center of gravity. I request permission to return to my Borg alcove to reenergize until a cure for our condition can be acquired." Janeway nodded.
"You've done all you can, Seven. I'll help you to your alcove." Seven glared at her.
"The Borg need no assistance. I will make my way there alone." Seven slowly moved toward the corridor, carefully avoiding running into other crew members, when suddenly she breathed in sharply and fell to the ground face down. Janeway moved to her side.
"Seven! Are you all right?!"
Seven caught her breath. "Yes...Captain. I am having more difficulty moving than I had anticipated. I...will accept your assistance in reaching my alcove." Janeway nodded and lifted the Borg up off the floor, draping her arm over Seven's shoulder and draping Seven's arm over her shoulder. With nothing separating their busts, Janeway found her right breast rubbing against Seven's left breast as they walked slowly down the corridor.
After almost an eternity, they finally reached Seven's alcove. Janeway hoisted the Borg up against the recharging wall, feeling the embarrassment of her own breasts constantly brushing and pressing against Seven's. Seven was immediately held against the wall by her Borg regeneration unit. Her breasts stuck out so far standing upright that anyone passing by the alcove would have to watch where they were going.
"Just stay there, Seven. We'll find a cure, and then reactivate you. The hull is almost sealed, so it shouldn't be long now." Seven looked at Janeway coldly.
"Captain, I am regretful of our previous argument the other day concerning the size of your mammary glands. In light of recent events, I would like to...reconsider my accusation."
Janeway actually smiled. "It's all right, Seven. You may not have been too far off, actually. Now get some rest."
Seven looked at her as the Borg alcove activated. "Thank you...Captain." Janeway turned slowly, and began her long trek toward Sickbay.
By the time she reached Sickbay, the weight was really beginning to take its toll. Janeway found herself plodding more than stepping, and each movement brought more pain to her back. She was sure she had grown some more during her walk with Seven, it certainly felt like it. She stopped right outside of Sickbay, and tried to stand up straight. She finally managed to do so, and her suspicions were confirmed. All she could see before her was breast. A slight breeze under her right arm informed her that her uniform had begun to split a seam, and another tear was beginning beneath her left arm as well. She detached the holographic tape measure from her right side, and measured her bustline again. Her hands barely reached over the end of her breasts, so she had to estimate a bit, but it came out to be around 70 inches or so. Despairingly, Janeway entered Sickbay, both hands stroking her lower back.
"Ah, Captain! I was about to call you!" The Doctor was excited. "I think I've got it all figured out! The energy leaking through the hull breach was indeed causing the spontaneous growth of mammary gland tissue. Now that the hull breach has been closed off completely, I can try out this experimental vaccine that will, hopefully, reverse the effects. However, I will need a volunteer from the crew to test the vaccine."
Janeway thought a minute. "I'll volunteer to try it out."
The Doctor protested. "No, Captain! I can't do that! This is an untested serum. I won't use a commanding officer as a test subject. The ship needs you!"
Janeway slowly moved over to the Doctor. "Listen,"she whispered. "If we wait any longer, I'll be too big to be of any use around here. The same with any of these women! Try it on me now! We have nothing to lose, except....this." The Doctor reluctantly agreed. Janeway sat down on the examination table, her breasts hovering like a cliff over her lap. She felt the needle go into her arm, and everything went blank...
"Captain." Janeway stirred.
"Captain Janeway." She slowly awoke to find Seven standing over her.
"Seven? W-what happened? Did the vaccine work?"
"You can observe that for yourself, Captain," Seven coldly exclaimed, stepping back. Janeway was pleased to see that Seven had indeed reverted back to her original bust size, as had all the other women affected by the anomaly.
"Thank God," Janeway breathed, glancing down at her own, normal-sized chest with pride.
"I guess we can cancel those wheelbarrow orders, right Tuvok?" Paris commented . The Vulcan didn't laugh.
"I see no humor in this Mr. Paris. If I remember correctly, this entire occurrence was, at its base, your fault."
Paris looked sheepish. "All right, I'll be more attentive next time. Just make sure I'm kept ABREAST of the situation in the future, OK?" Everyone groaned at Paris, as the Voyager continued on its passage through the sector.
THE END...for now...