
Note to the reader: This is a work of erotic fiction focused on the
themes of breast expansion and mind control, but it is as much a
sci-fi story as a BE story. The main character is a bit of the
Mary Sue, which, unfortunately for the story, is kind of the point
for me.

Enjoy!

- codexdrinker

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"Andrew take a look at this." Mei's British accented voice beckoned
her coworker over. "This is bad."

Andrew glanced over at Mei. The slender Chinese woman was focused
intensely at her display. A single lock of straight black hair had
fallen free from her tightly wound bun, and now it hung across
her delicate face, providing a sharp contrast with her pale skin.
She was chewing her soft pink lower lip, as she sometimes did
when worried or trying to come to a decision. Andrew took advantage
of the opportunity to flick a glance at Mei's tight body. The
31 year old doctor had been a very competitive Judoka in high
school, and she had kept of the habit of hitting the gym through
her adult life. Andrew had been attracted to Mei for a long time,
but had always been too afraid to broach the subject with his
beautiful co-worker. Besides, there were plenty of reasons not
to start a relationship on a survey ship.

Andrew came over to take a look at her screen. Mei jabbed a finger
at an unassuming color pattern on screen. "This whole planet is
so lush, but everything I just processed is poisonous."

Andrew pursed his lips. "Everything?" Despite the wild hypotheses
kicked around on Earth before Humanity took to the stars, life
tended to be pretty much the same everywhere. There were variations
of course. On some planets most of the life forms had six limbs, and
on others, like earth, they had four. People had found Bacteria living
in nitrogen oceans, but nothing much beyond that. Life you could see
required water. The final frontier turned out to be more of the same.
It was odd for an entire planet to be venomous.

Mei started flipping through spectroscopy and gene sequencing
results, "Everything. We should ask Roger and Tanner to get us
more samples. Some animals this time."

"I'll give them a call." He reached for his computer. The little
rectangle of molecular circuits and plastic fit comfortably in
his hand, and he punched a few buttons in its touch screen.
The little device plugged into the Mary Anne's intranet and
opened an encrypted connection to Roger O'Brian's computer.
As far as their sensors could tell there was no one for light
years around, but a Wolf ship could always be lying doggo somewhere
in system, all systems straining to pick up a scrap of radio.
Theoretically. The chances that a Wolf Pack was anywhere near
a pristine planet like this one were tiny, but there was
always a chance.

O'Brian was sitting at his console guiding his computer through
the process of stitching together a tapestry of surveillance
photos that he and the drones had taken that morning. A notification
popped onto the large tactile repeater his little computer was plugged into.
Technically he was not supposed to be using the repeater as a display,
but the tactical officer liked to think in 3D. He stabbed the notification
with his finger. Andrew Semple's face grew to fill the holotank.
"What's up Semple?" This far from the front Roger O'Brian's military
decorum had slipped a little.

"Mei's just discovered a problem." If Roger was bothered by Andrew's
omission of any honorific he failed to show any sign of it. Andrew and
Mei were specialists in the Imperial Fleet, but they were scientists
first, so he did not really expect them to follow all of the fleet's
rules to a t. For that matter Roger was not a huge fan of The Book
himself. Especially on a survey mission in peace time.

"What's wrong?" Roger asked.

"All of our samples so far are poisonous. All the organisms here
incorporate a high level of arsenic and plenty of other nasties." Andrew
said. "We're worried it might be a switch that was flipped
really early in this biosphere's evolutionary tree. To be sure
we are going to need more samples. Can you task a couple drones
to catch some fish and animals for us? More plant samples would
also be welcome."

O'Brian cursed softly, "I knew naming this planet Eden was too optimistic."
He got a bit wistful, "It's so beautiful otherwise."

"I know, sir." 

"Thank you Andrew. I'll re-task some of the river mappers." Roger
made a gesture and cut the circuit.

Back in the bio lab Mei looked at Andrew. "He's right. It is a really
beautiful planet. We can still salvage this you know. No matter what
we find."

Andrew looked at his friend, "You mean a retro?"

Mei rolled her eyes, "No I mean faith and prayer. Of course I mean a
retro. I did my graduate work in this."

Andrew looked at her, "We don't have the equipment to do clone tests.
We could only do tissue sample tests with the biophab."

Mei brushed her black hair behind her ear, "I can test it."

Andrew was surprised. He knew Mei was dedicated to humanity's cause,
but that was a big risk to take. "Mei, you don't have to."

She looked at him, "Well, let's hope that Roger finds something.
Eden could still be an excellent colony world. We need this
Andrew." There was no talking to Mei when she got like this
so Andrew dropped it.

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"Allright. I'm calling a ship's counsel." Commander James Slate, Captain of
the Mary Anne spoke into the recording device. "Mei, why don't you go
ahead." He gestured for the lovely doctor to begin.

Mei cleared her throat, "Over the last couple of days it had become
increasingly clear to Dr. Semple and I that this planet is unlivable.
All organisms that we have examined have elevated arsenic levels. Despite
this I believe that we can salvage this planet as a potential colony."

"How can we salvage that? We'll have to terraform this whole place." 
Asked Symon Deeks, the ship's sys-admin and drone tech.

Mei smiled, "With Andrew's help I believe that I can develop a retro
virus that will alter the stomach lining and bodily tissue. It should
allow humans to live comfortably in this ecosystem."

Commander Slate spoke up, "Do you have the facilities to test your
virus?"

"We will be able to go through tissue testing, but not clone testing, sir.
At the point where we would normally begin clone testing, I will treat
myself."

Slate stroked his beard, "Andrew, what do you think about this."

"Well, sir, Mei is the retro expert, but I am uncomfortable with this.
80% of clone tests pass without a hitch, but a 20% risk of complications
is pretty bad. And that's not even taking into account the possibility that
the drug does not take and Mei gets a belly full of arsenic."

Slate considered it. Mei's hatred for the Wolves ran deep. Her
grandmother had been killed during the scourge of New Shandong
in 2732 and the Lan clan still burned with hate for the canine aliens who
had destroyed their homeland. After his wife died her grandfather
had left his job as a history professor, and joined what was then
the International Fleet, where he ended up commanding
a fighter wing under Fleet Admiral Cao. He died along with 80%
of his pilots while fighting a rear guard action which allowed
Cao to escape with three quarters of The Line in tact. Fifteen
years later Mei's uncle had flown to war with Empress Cao and
lost his life in the battle of Thomson's Star. Now her mother
and father served the Empress who had been their admiral as
a Commodore and a Marine Captain in the Raiders, Her Majesty's
most elite unit. Even though it had been ten years since a
shot had been fired Mei knew that humanity was at war. If
it was going to survive the next round, it would need a larger
population, and for that it would need colonies.

After a moment he said, "Do you really want to do this Mei?"

She only hesitated for a moment before giving a tight nod, "Yes, sir."

Slate clapped the table, "Make it so."

Mei smiled.

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"Stomach tissue tests all pass!" Mei said. It had been three weeks since
she started working on the virus and it was gratifying to have such early
success.

Andrew came over to look at the results she had pulled up, "That's great."
After he saw her screen he said, "Damn Mei. You're a wizard."

She cackled, "Now go figure out why the skin is dying before I turn you
into a newt!"

"Isn't that witches?" he asked.

"Whatever." She said. She had turned back to her screen and pulled up
a cell diagram. In the past couple hundred years biotechnology had made an
enormous leap forward. The process was still bound by the rules of
biology and chemistry, but today's biologists operated in a way that
would have looked much more like electrical engineering to someone
from the 21st century. They could manipulate diagrams of cells and
DNA on screen and synthesize it in seconds with a biophab. The technology
shortened the cycle of testing so that new medicines and retroviruses could
be brought to market in just a year or two. Of course Mei did not have a
year.

Mei did not have enough time to write a retro from scratch, so she had
decided to hack her modifications into an existing one. Imperial
Fleet Marine and Pilot retros were some of the most stable, well
studied, and most optimized retros that humanity possessed. 
Empress Cao poured trillions into the program every year so that
her pilots and soldiers would be better equipped to deal with the
Wolves blindingly fast reflexes when they next met on the
field of battle. If her modifications worked she could always
take the time to package them properly on the return voyage.

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"Andrew stop being a pussy and do it." Mei said. Andrew was standing next to
her with a small syringe. "You don't even have to find a vein. Just stick me
in the arm."

Andrew sighed, "You know if you die I'll kill you right?"

Mei laughed, "Don't be so dramatic."

Andrew injected her with the syringe.

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Mei woke with a gasp. Her head was pounding, but she clumsily reached out
and grabbed the little medical drone on her dresser. The tiny robot wriggled
in her grip until it could get a footing in her hand. "Take my temperature."
She commanded. The little device leaped onto her shoulder and stuck a probe
against her neck. After a moment it said, "You have a fever of 102. I recommend
you contact the ship's doctor immediately."

Mei shook her head, "I am the ship's doctor. Go away little beast." The
drone leaped back onto her dresser. She had to hold on for another day.
The virus needed time to work.

================================================================================

Mei's computer beeped. That was it. Her time in hell was up. She reached
out a weak hand to nudge the medical drone. "Inject me with the virophage."
She said. The little robot hastened to comply.

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Looking at the chart of her vitals through the ordeal Mei was surprised that
she had made it. There were definitely some kinks to work out before they
started infecting colonists in job lots. But she had proved that the concept
would work. She still had a bit of a fever, and a pounding headache, but she
would survive.

She staggered out of her quarters and into the galley. "Can I have some
coffee?" She asked a surprised looking Tanner Hayes.

He took a look at her, "Have mine. I'll make you some soup."

Mei gave a weak smile, "Thanks."

"You had us scared for a little while there." Said the tactical officer.

"Yeah, well, you'll have to try harder than that to get rid of me." Mei
said, taking a whiff of the black liquid in Tanner's cup. A shudder of
pleasure ran down her spine. "Some of this headache could be from caffeine
withdrawal. I feel better just looking at it."

"Coffee's a cruel mistress." Said Tanner. "I'll go tell the skipper you're up."

A few minutes later the whole crew was surrounding Mei. "We were really
worried about you." Said Andrew.

Mei smiled at him, "You worry too much."

Commander Slater spoke up, "We're all glad you're better Mei."

"I'm fine. Really. Jesus, you're making me feel all nannied."

They laughed. "And you're gonna keep feeling that way for the next
couple of days lass." O'Brian's Irish accent had slipped out as it
sometimes did when he was frustrated, or in this case protective.

Mei rolled here eyes, "Oh god. Now I wish that virus had killed me.
You know those uniforms look very silly on you when you are acting
all motherly."

"I'd make a wonderful mother, fleet uniform and all." Said Tanner.
"You scared the shit out of us Mei. We thought you were gonna kick
the bucket to spite the Wolves."

"Yes yes. You were all very concerned about me. Clearly, I'm fine.
Run along boys." She made a shooing motion with her hands. It took
a sustained effort, but eventually they left her alone.

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"This is Dr. Mei Lan. I'm about to perform the first test of effectiveness for
the Eden Virus." Mei spoke into her computer. Then she took a tiny 
spoonful of green mush.

Four hours later her blood was completely clean. She swallowed a tiny medical
drone and had it take a sample of her stomach contents. The inside of her
stomach contained elevated arsenic levels, but when it probed her stomach
wall the levels had dropped off significantly.

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"This is Dr Mei Lan. I'm about to perform the second test of effectiveness for
the Eden Virus." This time Mei swallowed a tablespoon of the mush. Her blood
arsenic levels remained near zero for the rest of the day.

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For her third test Mei ate a whole bowl of the local spinach. It wasn't really
spinach, but it was close enough that she felt like it was appropriate to
give it the same name. When her blood remained pure after that she decided to
start slowly phasing the local fair into her diet.

After a week of careful monitoring Mei was eating from what she had jokingly
taken to referring to as "the garden" exclusively. She felt as healthy and hale
as ever. In fact she felt somewhat more so. She had not bother to remove the
enhancements to muscle power and twitch reflexes that came with the marine
retro. Her senses were heightened, and her energy levels had gone through
the roof. For the first time in a while she was aching to go back to one
of the martial arts classes her mother had insisted that she take growing
up. She had gotten very good at Judo in high school, but let it fall by
the wayside as other things came into her life. Now she wanted to see
what her new body could do.

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"All hands prepare for takeoff." Captain Slate spoke over the intercom. They
were already late, and it would be good to start making up for lost time.
The Admiralty would probably understand when the learned about Eden. A survey
crew could go ten years before finding a Class A planet like Eden. Even if it
did have a few hiccups.

The Mary Anne lifted off with a lurch. As it rolled up on anti gravity it
snapped a vine which had been growing through the rear engine. O'Brian
did not notice the handling glitch, and neither Tanner nor Symon saw
the engine flicker on their displays. "Helm: bearing five-five, three-two,
four-eight-niner. Lay it in."

"Laid in, sir." said O'Brian from his seat at the helm.

"Take us away."

O'Brian eased the throttle forward and the Mary Anne knifed smoothly
through the air.

"Sir, I'm seeing a power fluctuation in the rear engine." said Tanner.

"Can we handle it?"

"Not sure sir. I wouldn't want to push it too much. I would
recommend that we take a look once we get into vacuum."

"Keep an eye on it." He said calmly.

"Yes sir."

A few minutes later Tanner spoke up again, "Sir, that
power murmur just got a lot worse."

James sighed. "Bring her down Roger."

"Yes Skipper." he said.

The Mary Anne began a steady decent towards the surface. The decent rapidly
became less steady when the rear engine exploded. The ship was thrown
around like a rag doll, but even the survey ships of the Imperial Fleet
were built to take a hit, and she shook it off like a bulldog.
O'Brian had flown a destroyer through energy range of a Wolf Dark
Star, so he remained calm as the little ship bucked and heaved
under him. "Sir, I'm afraid I'm going to have to crash land."

Slate's jaw knotted, "Very well. Deeks, Hayes, start looking for
a good place to land." He pulled up the map of Eden
they had constructed. A moment later he said, "This marsh
should do."

Commander Slate pressed the intercom button on his chair, "This
is Commander Slate to all hands. Secure for crash landing. I
repeat secure for crash landing."

Mei and Andrew were already strapped into their beds for the
ascent, so they could do nothing but wait.

Time seemed to stretch out like a piece of bubble gum being pulled
apart in a child's hands, until finally the gum snapped and the ship
ricocheted off the ground. It bounced once, twice, three times
before sliding to a halt in the mud.

After a moment the intercom crackled to life, "Crew status."

Everyone checked in quickly and James breathed a sigh of
relief. At least his crew was safe. "Everyone get out of the
ship. We need to see if it is going to settle."

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"Roger, how are we looking for supplies?" James asked his executive officer.

"We've got enough food to last four months, and more than enough space in
the hab tents. We should be able to filter the local water indefinitely
until the life support systems that Deeks and Semple salvaged give out.
The solar sails don't seem to have taken any structural damage, so we
should be sitting pretty on power. My biggest concern is food sir.
Mei is the only one who is gonna be able to eat the local fare, but the
rest of us are on a clock. If we ration aggressively we might be able to
last seven months on this rock, but there isn't much we can do beyond that."

Slate turned to Tanner and Mei where they were each elbow deep in a nest
of wires and pipes that had been the biophab. A curl of smoke rose from the
omnitool in Mei's hand as she used it to solder some wires together. "Have
you been able to get the phab back online?" The miraculous device had sheared
free of its bolts in the crash and sustained heavy damage. Tanner and Mei
had been working to repair it since then. If they could get it back on line
it could break the local life down into constituent parts and produce a
nutritious slurry that would keep them alive, even if it did not taste
very good.

Tanner looked up from the tube he was tracing, "No real luck yet. Mei got
the drug unit mostly working, but the main phab unit and the reclaimer
are both pretty beat up. Even cannibalizing parts I doubt we can get it
working."

Commander slate sighed, "Keep at it."

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Mei clicked her omni tool into knife mode and dialed the blade back down
to a reasonable length. The omnitool had been a gift from her older brother
when he came back from his first tour in the marines and it was one of
her favorite possessions. The device's military origins had left it with
a few quirks, like its insistence on producing an energy sword every time
she switched to knife mode. The idea was that it would never do for a marine
to have to fiddle with a weapon that looked like it was a pocket knife
if they drew their omnitool in anger. Of course it did not matter that
a fully outfitted marine went into battle with an actual energy sword.
Once the blade was a more reasonable size Mei reached her delicate
hand into the nest of wires to open a path. It would not do to snip one
of her carefully repaired cables with a careless bungle. Brow furrowed
in concentration, she slowly cut away the metallic plate covering the
reaction fence control unit. The little block of molecular circuits was
responsible for maintaining the forcefield in which various reagents
were held during reaction. Without it the whole phab unit was useless.

When Mei finally cut the covering away she snapped off her blade and
started swearing. After a minute or two she ran out of ways to compare
the little chunk of molycircs in front of her to Wolfspawn, and petered
out a little. After a moment of silence she glared at the little
busted control unit, assumed her best cockney accent, and proceeded
to display her extensive knowledge of rhyming slang for another
minute or so. Finally she just called little red chip a cunt
and stalked out of the tent which they had turned into a workshop.

It only took her a few minutes to find James, "Hey skip, we've got
a problem with the biophab. The reaction fence is broken in a way
that we can't fix. That means we have almost no phab functionality."

James pinched the bridge of his nose, "Thanks Mei. Why don't you
and Tanner start helping Andrew and Symon try to fix that rear
engine?"

================================================================================

The rear engine situation was looking even bleaker than the biophab. Considering
how relatively undamaged the Mary Anne was they were remarkably fucked.
The only major damage was in the ship's engines and in the biophab. All other
systems had sustained only minor damage, and the ships crew could have been
fine without any one of them. Without the engines they could not get home,
and without the biophab they would not survive long enough to be rescued.

*At least I'll have a chance.* Mei thought morosely. She was not looking
forward to watching her crew mates die around her. She had always been a
bit of a black sheep in her family, and she had finally found a home in
Her Highness's survey corps. Slate and O'Brian, her American and Irish
commanders were like the big brother's she had always wished for. Even
though they were IF officers they were much more easy going than her
military family. The regimented hierarchy of Mei's youth had left a
permanent mark on her, one which she sometimes considered a scar.
The last five years had given her the opportunity to get away from
all that, and still serve the Empress. Mei might be the black
sheep of the Lan clan, but passion for humanity's future burned
as bright in her as it did in any of her cousins.

Mei was drifting off to sleep when a thought swam across her groggy
consciousness. She twitched away from it. Her life long compulsion
to conceal what she saw as her deepest shame threw her into auto
pilot and buried the idea before she could look at it too closely.

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Work on the engines was both frustrating and gratifying. It felt good to
be productive, but it was clear that they were not fixing the rear
thruster any time soon. The four side engines had sustained much less
damage, and there was more reason to hope where they were concerned.

Mei's favorite thing about repairing the engines was the hard manual
labor. At 5'7" and 120 pounds Mei was not tiny, but she was certainly
not huge either. Her thin, athletic frame was well suited to running
swimming, and finding leverage for judo throws, but she had never been
great at lugging around big sheets of metal. After the marine retro
altered her muscles that had changed. Now the slender, delicate
looking woman was the first one that the repair crew asked to
carry heavy things around. Mei reveled in her new strength.

It was a good thing that she was the one who could eat local fare
because she was consuming close to 4000 calories a day. Her modified
stomach could handle almost anything she threw at it, and she had been
exploring the local flora and fauna to create an Eden cuisine. Roger,
despite his Irish upbringing on New Belfast, was an excellent cook,
and he had been helping her expand her horizons.

Even as she felt productive working to get the side engines back online
Mei felt a sense of nagging guilt. The idea she had buried had not
disappeared. Even though she only considered it slantwise, she felt
it nagging at her sense of duty. She could save her crewmates, but it
would mean revealing her secret. Or at least allowing some circumstantial
evidence of it to escape the little compartment she had created in
her mind and on an encrypted partition in her computer.

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Mei was a pervert. If she was to do her duty to her crew she would have
to admit that to herself. *Ok. I'm a pervert. Fine.* She thought.
Ever since puberty Mei had found an increasing fascination with
sexual dominance and submission. In her conservative home in Old China
a kink like hers would have been a horrifying shame. Or at least she imagined
it would. She had never cared to find out, never even broached the
subject with anyone in her familial circle for fear that they would
figure out that her question had more than theoretical implications.

BDSM made Mei uncomfortable. She didn't want to slip on a tight leather
or latex costume and beat some poor gimp. Handcuffs did nothing for
her. She wasn't even particularly into rough sex, although she enjoyed
it just as much as the more subdued kind. She just wanted to dominate
men with her sexuality.

Mei had always been attractive. Her tight body and pretty face made
her the object of desire for many a man. In high school she had played
on that desire by setting tasks for her admirers. Little things,
like getting her a glass of water, or carrying her books. Later she
would go home and masturbate to the memory, imagining that they had had
no choice in the matter.

When Mei went away to Oxford for college she grew bolder. Manipulating
a boy into buying her dinner might have been mundane, but for her it
was a rush. Her overdeveloped sense of guilt always caught up with
her and she would always pay them for her share after the fantasy
grew stale. There were several times when her erstwhile victim seemed
surprised that she would even consider paying them back. To them it
had been simply one friend spotting another. The dominance and submission
continued to exist almost entirely in Mei's mind.

During the tail end of her undergraduate work Mei grew more adventurous.
She lost her virginity during her third year to a first year student who
seemed hypnotized by her charms. It was ruined slightly by her awkwardness
and breaking hymen, but it was still a rush. The next time she was more
sure of her self, and the fantasy that she had hypnotized the young
first year she seduced that night was better than any before.

In medical school Mei discovered designer drugs. She did not really
enjoy the hallucinogenic effects of the drug her fellow student
gave her, but it set her mind rolling. After a few months of trolling
the dark web for shady sex drugs, she found one that looked like it
might work. The drug, which was hokily called Mistress, caused the
users glands to emit a pheromone which bore a striking resemblance
to a class of drugs which had been outlawed under international law
after they had been used by Ukrainian nationalists in the 25th century
to turn ordinary people into suicide bombers.

It took Mei six months before she decided to use the drug, and six
more months of on again off again testing before she was satisfied
that it would not turn her or her victim into a vegetable. From the first time
she used, Mei was hooked. One little silver pill and she could
seduce any man. Her guilt tried to fight it, but every month or
so she would put on a clubbing dress, fire up the biophab and
hypnotize some poor guy with the roll of her hips or the sleek
tumble of her hair. It wasn't just that Mistress made it impossible
to go home alone; Mei could find an enthusiastic sexual partner without
any chemical aids quite easily. No, it was the way that the men she seduced
were totally in the thrall of her sexuality that kept Mei coming back.
They were helpless before her.

She did not start tweaking Mistress until her residency. At first she
just made it stronger, but soon the strength became inconvenient.
She only wanted to dominate one man at a time. It was annoying to
have a whole pack of guys slobbering after her when she went to a
bar. When she had to judo throw a couple of assholes who got to handsy
she decided to start looking for ways to control how much she emitted.
It took her a year to figure out how to modify Mistress so that she
could control her pheromone level and teach herself how to do it with
with biofeedback.

This whole time Mei remained plugged in to the underground sex drug
scene online. The basic stuff like Sextacy held no interest for her, but
she enjoyed reading stories about drugs which fit her particular kink.
That was how she learned about Heifer. The creatively named drug did
exactly what it sounded like. It kick started breast milk production,
which made it great for lactation fetishists. Mei had no interest
in lactation, but it did give her an idea of how her domination could
become more complete.

There is only so much mind control you can pack into pheromones.
They float around freely in the air, so you had to consider
secondary effects, and on top of that there was just a volume limit.
A human body can only produce so many pheromones. If Mei could
lace her milk with the same drug that Mistress produced she could
deliver a massive targeted dose after she had seduced a man.

It had taken a bit of work to combine Mistress and Heifer to her,
liking, but Mei got it after a year or so. It was well worth it.
She had never dominated a man so completely as when he drank her
laced milk. A few mouthfuls would render her victim extremely
suggestible. The feeling of breaking a man so completely was
incredible. Of course she never implanted any permanent compulsions,
and she always felt guiltily afterwards, but that never stopped
her from convincing another man he was a chair a month later.

Even though Mei's version of Mistress had become nearly perfect
for her needs at that point she kept changing it. It had become
something of a habit at this point. When she was on the drug
her pert B-cups swelled up to C-cups, which to Mei's way of
thinking left her hips and ass just the slightest bit out of
balance. She fixed the issue by making her butt plump up and
hips widen a little. She added a few more cosmetic adjustments
so that she went from pretty to stunning whenever she was on the drug.

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"This is Commander James Slate calling a ship's counsel. Mei you
have something to say."

"Uuuhh." She cleared her throat. "Ahh. Yes. I do." A slight blush
touched her cheeks.

"Well spit it out." Said the commander.

"I may have a solution to the food issue." Everyone sat up.
"Our biophab is broken, but we still have the drug unit." She knotted
her hands. "Which means." She trailed off. "Which means I can make
a drug to induce lactation." She said all in a rush. "It's normally
used to help nursing mothers, but it has some hormonal effects so
it is not that common. There are some other alternatives, but
the drug I have in mind is designed to treat underweight babies,
so the milk is as nutritious as possible." She lied.

There was a stunned silence. Finally Symon spoke up, "What? Induce
lactation in you?"

Mei nodded, "It makes sense. I'm the only one who can eat from the
garden. I'm a natural arsenic filter."

Tanner looked at Mei, "No offense Mei, but how can you produce enough
milk to keep us all alive?"

Mei reddened, "Well, the drug I have in mind would make some significant
changes to my, ah." She trailed off. "To my physique."

"Oh." The circle of faces stiffed to try to ignore the awkwardness of the
situation.

"Will you continue lactating after the drug wears off?" Andrew asked.

Mei nodded, "The changes will be, ahh, permanent." While Mei's
version of Mistress was temporary if used infrequently it should
become permanent if she used it for a period of months on end. She
had once used the original version of Mistress for three days straight
and it had left her with slightly elevated (and more alluring) pheromone
levels. She had always been more careful after that.

"You don't have to do this Mei." Said Slate.

Mei shook her head, "Yes I do." Of course the hard part would be resisting
the temptation to allow her changing body to produce its seductive pheromones
and lace its milk with mind control drugs. What she was most worried about
was the way that Mistress tended to change the way she thought. It helped
her be more assertive, more dominant, but would that lead her to make a
decision she would regret?

================================================================================

Mei popped the little silver pill in her mouth. If only she had kept the
schema for Heifer around. Then she would not have to deal with the temptation
of releasing mind control drugs. It would be a couple of hours before she felt
the effects.

She was carrying a broken girder away from the Mary Anne when she felt her
bra start to tighten. She set her teeth and made sure she was not releasing
any abnormal pheromones.

That night Mei squeezed her swollen breasts out into a sauce pan. She tested
the milk for toxin levels and found that it was as clean as any of the ships
food. Her tests for mind control drugs also came up clean. She grinned and
waltzed into the kitchen. "Wanna try your first Eden cuisine boys?" She
asked.

Mei realized that Mistress might be effecting her behavior when Andrew
reddened at her provocative comment. "I'll just put it in the fridge."
Mei said, covering the saucepan and placing it in the inflatable pyramid
they used for a fridge.

She popped another pill before going to sleep.

================================================================================

When Mei woke up her breasts were sore. They were definitely bigger than the
night before. Bigger than they had ever been, even though they still fit into
the single C-cup bra she had packed (it was nice to have memories on a long
voyage).

Mei pulled on a tight t-shirt and a pair of black leggings, and walked
into the kitchen. She found Roger sitting at the table drinking a
glass of milk. "Like it?" Mei asked.

He looked at Mei. His eyes flickered to her chest, then back up to her face.
"Uuuggg. Yeah. Thanks."

Mei smiled, "Have you seen a pitcher, I figure I should use one of those
instead of a pan."

Roger mumbled something and gestured at a cabinet. *Does she look hotter
than yesterday?* He asked himself. Roger had been attracted to Mei
from the moment he saw her, but he had always tried to keep things
professional. Relationships on warships could go sour fast, and that
was even more true of tiny survey crews. He would hate to make Mei
uncomfortable during one of their months long voyages. And besides
that he knew of at least two other crew members who felt the same
way about her, which was not a kettle of eels he intended to stir
up. *Her breasts are definitely bigger* He thought to himself as
he watched Mei look for a pitcher.

When she found a pitcher Mei pulled up her shirt and started
relieving the pressure, "Ahhh. That feels nice." She said.
"God, these things got so swollen." Roger seemed to be paying
very careful attention to the tabletop.

================================================================================

For the first week the changes the drug brought were dramatic. Each day when
Mei woke up she would find her breasts a bit bigger than when she had fallen
asleep. Her growth was slow and subtle, but she noticed it in the way her
shirts seemed tighter at the end of the day than they had at its dawn, or the
way her pants always seemed to be harder to take off than they had been to put
on. When she was alone and downwind of the others Mei allowed herself to
vent her pheromones, and she could tell that she was producing more than she
ever had before. Her face experienced the subtle changes she had programmed
into the drug as well as well. Her lips were plumper and redder, her eyelashes
ever so slightly longer, her dark eyes larger, her nose a bit better defined. 
Individually none of the facial changes were noticeable, but together they
made her look more glamorous.

As Mei's breasts had expanded so had her appetite. Her milk production
and growth in combination with her Marine physiology meant that her
meal portions slowly expanded, and lately she had taken to munching on
rolls of Eden "bread" that O'Brian had figured out how to make for
her between meals.

Mei's contributions to their food supply meant that Roger's estimate
of how long they could last had gone from seven months to a year and
a half. Of course that was assuming that Mei's production remained
constant, which had not been true so far. Every morning Mei would
drain her swollen breasts into the pitcher, and Roger would measure
her output. Every morning he would tack on a few weeks to their
estimated survival time. Of course they were hoping that her
production grew fast enough so that she would be able to support the men
indefinitely. The milk produced by Heifer users had all the nutrients
required for an adult human to live, a practice that was apparently
not unheard of among lactation fetishists. 

================================================================================

"Hey Symon, can you get me some more of that lizard?" Mei asked. She had
just finished plowing through a plate of the local meat, and was still
hungry for more, despite the way her stomach bowed out taught as a drum.

Symon had been watching her eat with fascination and more than a little
envy. Since O'Brian put everyone on short rations he had been pretty
hungry, and he wished he could just attack something the way that
Mei did. "Sure thing." He got up to go get the rest of the lizard.

Mei sat back with satisfaction and rubbed her fully belly. The lump
of food would be mostly gone by the time she went to bed. There was
no real reason she couldn't get the lizard herself, but Symon seemed
happy to do it for her as long as he could watch her eat it. Mei
knew it was dangerous to give in to her desires, even a little bit,
but what was the harm in asking? She noted the way his eyes locked
onto her breasts for a second as he was walking back from the little
kitchen. Her meaty nipples made bold dents in the green polo shirt
she was wearing. She had long since outgrown the solitary C-cup
bra she had, so she had to go braless. She had measured herself
with a tape measure this morning, and she would have needed a
double D to house her assets. Despite their size they were quite
perky, especially because they were filled with her milk.

"Thanks." Mei said when he put the food down in front of her.
She picked up her knife and fork and started cutting into
the meat. Symon watched as her plump lips parted to let
her perfect teeth slice through the lizard. Her lips closed
over the morsel and she chewed a few times before swallowing.
For a moment Simon imagined that he was a tiny chunk of lizard
and Mei was swallowing him whole.

"You ok?" Mei asked. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
She smiled and licked her lips to clean away some sauce.

At the sight of Mei licking her lips Symon felt a tremor
slide down his spine. He became very aware of his throbbing
erection. He had always had fantasies about Mei, but
lately they had gotten darker. For the last couple nights
he had dreamt that he was only four inches tall, or perhaps
Mei was 200 feet tall. There was no one else in the dream
to compare to. In his dream Mei was standing over him,
shaking her finger and telling him how ashamed he should
be. He could never remember what he had done wrong, but
the dream always ended with him begging for Mei's forgiveness
and crawling towards her feet in supplication. He always woke
in a cold sweat with a raging erection and a lingering sense
of shame.

"Earth to Symon?" Mei said snapping her fingers in his face.

Symon shook his head, "S-Sorry. It's nothing. I'm sorry."

Mei arched one elegant eyebrow, "Ok." Her smile said she
knew there was something going on, but she wasn't going
to press.

After a few second Symon scuttled away. Mei checked to
make sure she wasn't releasing any pheromones. She wasn't.
*I guess that's all me* She thought. Considering what she
had been seeing in the mirror lately, she wasn't surprised.
If she wasn't a biologist she would have a potential career
as a supermodel when they got back. If they got back.

================================================================================

"I don't know why I agreed to this." said Tanner.

"What're you afraid of? We aren't even wearing gis!" Mei replied.

"Said the 'roided up Marine wannabe." He replied.
*You aren't wearing much of anything* Tanner thought to himself.
Although actually Mei was pretty reasonably clothed for the
activity. A pair of short spandex shorts clung to her bubble butt.
*She didn't use to have that* he thought to himself. She had always
had a nice ass, but lately it was getting ridicules. On top it wasn't
much better. Her breasts had slowed their growth a week ago, but they
were still noticeably bigger than they had been. The big mammaries were
encased by a tight t-shirt and nothing else, as her nipples made
very clear. It wasn't her fault that there were no sports bras on the
planet which would fit her, but it was awfully distracting. 

Mei approached him in a half crouch. They locked up and almost immediately
Mei took a step back, dragging Tanner with her and flipped him over
her shoulder. He landed hard on the local "grass". He had been expecting
her to try to throw him, but he had not been expecting her speed. Tanner
had rolled with a few marines before, so he knew that she was fast even
for someone with amped up reflexes. "When you said you were pretty good
at Judo in high school, did that mean you were one of the better kids on
your Judo team, or that you were the Chinese champion?"

Mei laughed, "Just of Hebei Province. Three years running." Tanner
had been joking. He was surprised to hear that she had actually
been a Judo champion. "I'm pretty rusty though." She said.

When Mei hit a flying arm bar half an hour later, Tanner
decided that he had had enough. "This just isn't fair."

Mei giggled, "Oh come on. I'm just starting to remember how to
set up my favorite throw from a sprawl." 

She hardly seemed to be sweating. "This is just excessive." said
Tanner as he walked away. And he had wrestled in college too.

================================================================================

Mei hummed to herself as she closed the measuring tape across her
fat nipples. In the month she had been on Mistress she had grown
from a B-cup to an F cup. Of course the drug had not just changed her
breasts into big sexy teardrops. Everything about her had changed.
In some cases, like her breasts and ass, it was not subtle at all,
but in others the changes where harder to pin down. Her face had
continued to shift. Examining herself, Mei thought she looked younger.
She had already looked young for a 31 year old, but examining herself
in the mirror she looked more like a 22 year old. Now every expression
she made had erotic undertones.  In fact everything about had gotten
more erotic, from her voice to the way she walked. It was impossible
to look at Mei without being reminded of sex.

Whenever Mei looked in the mirror (taken from a bathroom of
the Mary Anne) she felt herself grow a little moist. She was
just so damn sexy, and she had always been on the borderline
of bisexual. If she found herself arousing, the men found
her presence even more distracting. It was becoming increasingly
common for Mei to catch one of them staring at her burgeoning
curves. When they realized that she saw them they would always
redden and turn away or apologize. Watching them get so flustered
played right into Mei's fetish. She had to resist.

================================================================================

Andrew tried very hard to concentrate on zip tying the bundle of wires
in front of him into a nice neat package. If he focused on that he
would not notice the foot of cleavage hanging a arm's length away
from his head. The repair work on the side engines was done,
but Mei had insisted on neatening up the wires. Before the crash
Andrew might have argued with her, but lately he found the prospect
of standing up to the curvy woman a daunting one. He had been
having dreams about Mei walking him around a beautiful house
on a leash. In his dreams she was wearing a leather corset and
black satin panties. Whenever he strayed from her side or
failed to keep up with her clacking heels she glared
at him and a deep sense of shame hammered through him.
Mei had been getting more assertive too. It wasn't a big
change, but she seemed to be making more and more suggestions,
and they were always such good suggestions that no one really
objected.

Mei smiled inwardly. Andrew had been working on the same zip tie
for the last five minutes, and she suspected his inefficiency
might have something to do with the proximity of her body.
The idea that she could derail the man below her with her
sexuality sent a buzz to Mei's pussy.

================================================================================

"This is Commander James Slate calling a ships counsel. Mei go ahead."

"Thanks James." She replied. Everyone focused on her perfect lips
as she spoke, "Lately I've started producing enough milk to feed each of
you completely. I think we should switch the diet to be entirely
milk. That way we can conserve the food stores for an emergency."

"Will that provide all the nutrients we need?" Asked O'Brian.

Mei gave a radiant smile, "It should. Remember this milk is
different from ordinary breast milk."

Andrew spoke up, "It may be different, but it can't be that different.
There is no way that breast milk has all the nutrients required by
an adult human."

Mei looked a him, a bit annoyed, "I'm telling you my milk is different."

Andrew was a little intimidated by Mei, but he stood his ground.
"Come on Mei, it can't be that different."

Mei wanted to tell him that this milk had been designed for adults,
not children, but there was no way she could explain that. She chewed
her lower lip, and came to a decision. *It's for their own good. I
wouldn't do it unless I had to.* She justified to herself. With that
she let her pheromones go. "It's designed to be extra nutritious."
She said. This time everyone nodded. Mei flipped her hair
back. "Look, my milk has everything you need to survive. Trust
me." She paused. Drinking the same thing every day would get
pretty boring. It would only be right to help alleviate that
boredom. "And it tastes good right? You all love to drink
my milk. Isn't that right?" They all nodded, a little glassy
eyed. "It's like ambrosia. You love it so much I bet you'd
do anything for it." That last sentence just kinda slipped
out. Mei felt her nipples harden at the idea of all the
men addicted to her milk. Begging her for a drop. She
thrust the image down into the pits of her subconscious.
*I've already done enough damage.* She thought, and cut off the
flow of pheromones.

It only took a minute or so for their heads to clear. Finally
Symon spoke up, "So we're switching to all milk. This is pretty
sweet. Mei, your milk is honestly the best thing I've ever
tasted." Everyone murmured their agreement. Mei felt her
arousal spike, but couldn't help but wonder what she had done.

================================================================================

The meeting marked a definite turning point in group dynamics. Even
though James was in command, everyone seemed to defer to
Mei. She never gave any orders, but when she made a suggestion it
was almost always followed. She would catch one of the men staring
at her with lust more and more. When they realized she had noticed
they would color with shame, and increasingly, fear. The changes
had Mei's nipples and pussy abuzz with a constant low grade arousal,
but guilt stalked her. She was determined not to push things even
further.

"Hey James, do you think we should start trying to farm?" Mei asked.
The engine work was done, so they were lounging around outside the
shelter.

James looked at Mei. He managed to keep his eyes on her face, but
that hardly helped him concentrate. The red of her lips brought
darkly erotic thoughts to just under the surface of his mind. At
times like this it was hard to ignore the memory of his dreams luring
in his subconscious. The dreams were always different, but always
featured Mei front and center. Last night he had dreamed that she
was the queen of some ancient civilization. She sat on a throne
made of a single giant ruby and spoke commands he could not remember
in her sultry voice. At her every word glassy eyed servants hastened
to obey. In his dream he became a foreign prince brought before
her after loosing on the field of battle. As he walked into her
throne room her hypnotic eyes seemed to drill right through him.
The dream ended with him crawling towards her feet begging for
mercy.

"Hey James, did you hear me?" Mei pushed her silky black hair
behind her shoulders. It had grown by three inches since she
went on the drug, and the hair at the roots was definitely
thicker and stronger than before.

He shook his head, "Uuuhhhh, yeah. Sorry." Shame washed through
him. "That sounds like a good idea. We might be here for a
while." He looked less groggy now. "And we are relying on the
remotes to keep you fed a little too much."

Mei smiled, "Plus it would give us something to do." She
looked over at Andrew, "Come on. Let's start trying to figure
out the best way to grow shit on this hunk of rock." She
got up and turned towards the door of the shelter. Andrew
trailed behind her like a puppy.

"Ok let's tell the remotes to harvest more of that 'wheat'
that Roger found. And could you start looking for a good
stand of those fruit trees I like? They seem to grow in
the lowlands. I think we should try to transplant them."
Mei pulled her computer from where it was tucked against
the side of her breast and placed it in a console dock.

Andrew felt like he was back in his dreams being lead
around on a leash. Even though Mei was just taking
initiative on running the farm, her assertiveness felt
like something more. He could tell from her manner that
she expected to be obeyed, and Andrew wanted nothing
more than to do just that. His waking fantasies had
increasingly converged with his dreams, and he could now
admit to himself that he wanted nothing more than to be
completely dominated by his sex goddess of a co-worker.
He felt himself get aroused at the idea of searching for
fruit trees just because Mei had asked him to. "Yes
Ma'am." He said.

Mei's nipples stiffened at the sound of the honorific.
She and Andrew held the same rank of specialist, so he
owed her no deference, but she had definitely heard it
in his voice. Before the crash he would have called her
ma'am as a joke, but now it sounded like he meant it. His
voice held plenty of respect, and just the slightest undercurrent
of fear.

They worked in silence for half an hour or so. Mei was laying out
plans for where to put the fields of 'wheat' and where to put
the fruit trees, and Andrew was flipping through the view from
several remotes looking for a good candidate for transplant.
"I got something Mei." He said after a while.

Mei walked over to his console. "Show me."

Andrew took manual control of the remote and eased it closer to
a small grove of trees. "I found a couple other groves, but these
trees seem to be a good size for hauling in the shuttle while
still being large enough to produce fruit."

Mei patted Andrew on the shoulder, "Good work."

He turned towards her, and came face to face with her massive breasts.
Each one was a bit smaller than his head, and he could see fat nipples
poking through the thin fabric of her shirt. He was suddenly very aware
of how much milk was contained in her tremendous assets. His mouth
began to water.

"Hey Andrew, my eyes are up here." Mei said.

He reddened, "S-Sorry. I-I. I was hungry and, uuuhhh." He did not seem to
be able to finish the thought.

The corners of Mei's mouth turned up in amusement, "It's ok.
What were you going to say before you got side tracked?"

Andrew looked up at Mei's face. The angle reminded him of his dream,
and it was a struggle not to get lost in her twinkling eyes. "I was,
uuummm, I was gonna ask if I should have the remotes dig up the
trees so that Roger can get them with the shuttle."

Mei chewed her bottom lip, "No, not yet. Just mark the grove on the
map for now."

Andrew nodded, "Yes ma'am."

She patted him on the shoulder, "Keep looking for more trees. And
get ready to pack up camp." She turned to walk out of the shelter.

After she got out the shelter she called out, "Hey James can I have a
minute?"

They walked a little ways away from the shelter before James said,
"What's up?"

"We should move our camp site. There is better farm land about 70 miles
from here, and it would be good to test out our repairs to the Mary
Anne. I know we can't get out of the atmosphere without the rear engine,
but it would be nice to know that we have some legs." Mei knew that this
was not the right way to speak to her superior officer, but she couldn't
help herself.

A small part of James wanted to reprimand Mei. Even on a survey mission
in peace time, the chain of command is important, and it sounded almost like
Mei was giving him orders. That small part of him was overwhelmed
by the memory of his dream from the night before. In his dream
Mei was the goddess Kali, her nude body dripping with gold and
a flaming sword in one of her four hands. Looking at Mei now it was
hard to forget mantle of absolute power that had enveloped her in
his dream. And besides, it would be nice to just let her take control.
She was a smart woman who would no doubt do as good a job as he could
have. James had a more selfish reason for wanting to accede however.
Submission to Mei held an erotic appeal to him. His dick
throbbed at the idea of it.

Mei looked at James, "Sooooo... What do you think?"

He shook his head, "That sounds like a great idea. How soon do
you want this done?"

Mei's nipples stiffened at the question. That was definitely not
the kind of thing a superior officer asked his junior. She thought
about trying to make it a discussion, but then thought *fuck it if
he wants me to be in charge I won't turn him down*. "Let's pack
today and tomorrow, then leave the day after. There
is no need to rush things. We have plenty of time."

Slate almost said "Yes Ma'am," but caught himself before he spoke.
Instead he said, "That sounds like a good idea."

================================================================================

"Alright, the workshop should go over there." Mei pointed an elegant
finger at a patch of relatively flat ground. "And put the main
habitat there." She pointed to a larger patch of ground. "But
first get Deeks to help you get the rocks out of the ground."
O'Brian nodded and went to look for Deeks. If it bothered him that
he was taking orders from a junior, he gave no sign of it.

<Fhhump> Mei tossed down the workshop tent. She could have used a
remote to carry the heavy shelter, but she enjoyed using her enhanced
muscles. Tanner watched her from where he was helping to lay out the
main habitat. *She's pretty strong* he thought to himself. *Has she
gotten taller?* it was hard to know if her apparent increase in height
was real or just a result of her powerful physical presence. It was
a presence that had continued to increase noticeably. Her incredibly
curves had left supermodel territory behind and now put her solidly in
the ranks of porn stars.

Mei wiped the sweat from her brow. It was not that she was tired,
but the heat of the day had brought sweat to her skin. They
were almost finished setting up the habitats. Most of the work
was setting up attachment pipes and cable between the habitats
and various environmental systems. Not that the life support
units got much use. Eden was remarkably similar to Earth. It
probably had the most livable climate that humanity had found
outside of the home world. All the same it was nice to know
that the heater was installed properly in case it turned out
that Eden defined all the rules of climate and had winters
near the equator. Better safe than sorry.

She walked over to where the others had congregated in a little
clump. She picked up her water bottle and started gulping.
Her throat rippled with each swallow, and it was not too long
before she had drained all two liters. After she gave a contented
sigh as she put it down, she noticed that everyone was staring
at her. "Sorry. None for you." She said. She had stopped filtering
her water a few weeks after the crash, so it had high levels of
toxins.

Roger was drooling a little Mei noticed with surprise. In fact
all five men were staring at her breasts with wistful
expressions on their faces. They were having a harder and harder
time resisting the temptation to stare lately, but this was
extreme. "C'mon guys." She said.

They seemed to snap out of it a little. Tanner cleared his
throat and said, "I, aaaahhh, sorry. I'm just pretty hungry."

Mei put her hands on her hips, "Well then go grab a bite
from the food stores." Their little fridge unit had been
full of milk before they set out, but Mia had told Deeks
to toss it reasoning that she could quickly produce
enough milk to make up for it, and that they could
draw on the food stores during the move.

Andrew spoke up a little fearfully, "It's just that your
milk is so much better than any normal food."

"Please Mei." Said Slate.

"I'll do anything you want." said Symon.

Mei's nipples were hard as diamonds. It was kind of her fault
that they were so addicted to her, so she figured it would
be cruel to deny them. She put her fingers under the hem of
her shirt. In one smooth motion she pulled the overstretched
garment over her head, letting her perfectly formed breasts
bounce freely. She thought she heard someone say "wow" under
their breath. She sighed, "Ok guys. Come here."

Andrew and O'Brian were the first to take her large nipples
between their lips. As they drank she could feel them
trembling against her. She was a little surprised by how
fast they filled up. Her breasts still felt so full of their
creamy milk when the two men pulled back.

Drinking directly from Mei was so much better than drinking
cold milk from a glass. Andrew felt as if Mei was inserting
herself into his mind. He wasn't sure exactly what, but
something had definitely changed when he finished drinking.

Tanner stood hypnotized by the sight of Andrew and O'Brian
kneeling before Mei, latched to her generous breasts. It was
so like his recurring dream about Mei that he shuddered
a little. In his dream Mei stood topless at one end of a vast
conveyor belt. Struggling men were chained down on their
knees on the belt. Every ten seconds the belt twitched
towards Mei and she released a single drop of milk from
each of her breasts into the mouths of a pair of men.
Faceless assistants at her side unchained the men and her
new slaves kissed her feet before walking calmly down a
hallway behind her.

Mei cupped a hand behind Tanner's and James' necks
she was surprised when Tanner started groaning and
twitching. A smile touched the corners of her mouth
as she continued to bring them to her stiff nipples.
She was expecting some of the others to notice and say
something, but they all seemed to entranced by her
body. She felt a bit of heat creep into her cheeks from
the arousal.

After Deeks drank his fill Mei pulled her to-small shirt back on.
Her breasts still held enough milk to feed another man or two. At
this point her milk output was becoming a little excessive. The
last time she had measured herself she had found that she
needed an H-cup bra, not that the information was any use
out here.  Still, Mei wanted to keep taking Mistress because
she did not know how many of her changes would revert after
she went off the drug. The drug unit of the biophab had enough
supplies to produce another month's worth, and she planned
on finishing the entire supply. That would give her a good
margin of error. Her primary concern was the danger that
using for such a long time  would degrade her ability to
regulate her pheromone and milk output, but so far
her control was as good as ever. Considering the fact
that she had only released a cloud of pheromones once
it was remarkable how much she had come to dominate the
group.

================================================================================

Commander Slate put Mei officially in charge of the farm
project, and because it was really the only thing to do,
that meant that she was now officially in charge pretty
much all the time. Part of Mei's justification for the
project was that it would prevent the castaway crew from
getting bored, so it grew in scope to the point where
not even Mei would be able to eat the output they
produced assuming there were not calamities.

They could have done most of the work with remotes, but
Mei said that she wanted to conserve the little machines,
and besides working on the farm was fun, or at least
enjoyable. Mei settled into her roll as farm boss easily,
and her five crew mates seemed to revel in the situation.
They seemed to enjoy taking orders from Mei even more than
she enjoyed giving them.

================================================================================

"Forty-three inches at the bust, ma'am." Roger O'Brian said, trying to keep
a professional tone. The current situation reminded him of his recurring
dream about Mei so much that it was hard for him to focus. In his
dream he was a servant in Mei's house. The house and number of other
servants changed, but that detail remained the same. Sometimes he
was a cook, other times he was a butler. In his dream he had always
done something wrong and Mei was lecturing him on how he had to
fix it. Of course he hadn't done anything to disappoint Mei now,
but he was very afraid to do so.

"What does that make for total measurements?" She asked.

"43-23-36 ma'am." He said.

"Ok. See how tall I am." She said.

"I don't need that to make you new cloths." Said Roger. He had
spent hours pouring over instructions on tailoring from the
ship's computers. Mei was finally getting too large to squeeze
into her stretchy leggings and overworked t-shirts, so she had
asked him to help her make new cloths. She had long since had
to cut all of her (quite stretchy) shirts at the neck, exposing
acres of creamy titflesh, but yesterday her growing bosom had
ripped her shirt in half.

Mei looked at him, a little surprised that he would question her.
It had been a while since one of the others had challenged her.
"I know. I just want to know how tall I am."

"Yes ma'am." He said and hastened to comply. After a moment he
said, "You're 5'9" ma'am."

"Huh." Mei said. She had gained two inches since starting the
drug. That was unexpected.

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Mei popped the last Mistress pill, "Well, that's it, huh." She hoped that
going off the drug would not cause her milk production to drop, but if it
did she had plenty to spare. Her J-cup breasts were massive on her athletic
frame, and she could feel the taut sensation that the milk inside them
produced. In the four weeks since she had fed her crew members directly
for the first time, she had slowly stopped expressing milk at the beginning
or end of a day. Now she just waited until they got hungry and let them
drink directly from her bosom. It was a little more convenient for her
this way, and besides she enjoyed the way they begged her for milk.

She walked into the small kitchen. Roger was sitting at the kitchen
table, "Can I please have some milk ma'am?" He asked.

Mei smiled, "After my breakfast." She was perfectly willing to provide
sustenance for the others, but there was no reason to fall all over
herself to do it. Besides, it was fun to make them wait. "I think
I'll have some of those lizard eggs, and that bread you made was
pretty good. Why don't you make some toast for me. Oh and if you
have any more of that 'ham' in the pantry why don't you throw that
in."

Roger nodded, "Anything else ma'am?"

Mei shook her head. "That's all." She pulled out her computer
and began poking through the plans she had made for a 'hog'
pen.

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To her surprise Mei kept growing after she went off Mistress.
The growth slowed, but her body seemed to have built up a
bit of momentum, and it was not willing to stop all at once. 
It finally petered out about six weeks after she stopped
taking the drug. When she stopped growing she stood a little
over 5'10" and sported teardrop shaped KK-cup breasts. Her
ass and hips hadn't quite kept pace with her bountiful bosom,
but compared to her slender waist they still looked massive.
Despite her altered center of gravity Mei moved with a feline
grace. Her natural athleticism and enhanced musculature gave
her incredible control over her body. The pillars of smooth
muscle that were her legs carried her in a smooth glide that
set her remarkable rear to swaying.

Mei expected that her breasts would stop producing as much
milk once she went off the drug, but she found her breasts
to be as taught and full as ever weeks after her growth had
stopped. *I guess the changes were a little more pronounced
than I thought they would be.* Mei thought, curling her
perfect lips into a slight smile. Her erotically charged
body might be a little over the top, but it was nice to be
a sex goddess. *If we ever manage to get off this rock,
I'm going to have to find a way to tone this down.* It would
be inconvenient if her coworkers were constantly distracted
by Mei's unstoppable sex appeal.

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"How does that look, Mistress?" Symon held up a mirror so that
Mei could examine herself. He had meant to say "ma'am", but
"Mistress" had slipped out instead. I just felt more appropriate.
Still, Symon was a little worried that Mei would be weirded out.

To Symon's relief she seemed to accept the new honorific as her
due. She just looked in the mirror and examined her new haircut.
Symon was improving as a hair stylist, she thought. He his work
had been full of mistakes at first, but he seemed very motivated
to improve. He had plenty of opportunity to practice too, because
Mei's hair grew at an astounding rate now. Her silky black hair
seemed to grow an inch about every four days. It was so thick
and strong that it took Symon hours to cut using conventional
tools. Lately he had been speeding things up by using his
omnitool in scissor mode. Not even Mei's hair could put up a
fight against the sharpened forcefields that the little device
produced.

Mei turned her head from side to side, "Good work Symon. We'll
make a stylist out of you yet." She smiled warmly at him.

Symon preened under Mei's approval. "Thank you, Mistress."

Mei's nipples stiffened at the sound of the new honorific. She
thought about telling him to just call her "ma'am", or even nothing
at all, but he was the one who had started it. It wasn't like she
had used her hypnotic pheromones to turn him into a submissive
slave. He wanted to submit to her. "Clean this up." she said
pointing to the pile of hair on the floor.

"Yes Mistress." Said Symon, watching in awe as Mei left the room,
her hips swaying gracefully.

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"May I please have some milk Mistress?" Commander Slate stood before Mei
with his head bowed. It had been a long time since he had thought of
himself as commander of the crew. The authority he had vested in Mei
to run the farm had grown naturally until she was the authority in
all things. This was fine by Slate. In fact, he was more than fine with
it. He really wanted to submit to Mei even further. The idea of becoming
completely owned by the beautiful woman in front of him was an incredible
turn on. So far he had been too timid to express his desires to the
imposing sex goddess.

Mei looked at Slate fondly. She had stopped growing a few months ago,
but her power over the small crew had not. None of them
dreamed of calling her anything but Mistress anymore. It was remarkable
considering she had only released her pheromones that one time. Mei's
current hypothesis was that the radically altered group dynamics could
be attributed to her increased attractiveness and the power dynamic
set up by the fact that she was the sole source of sustenance for the
men. "When you're that polite, of course you can have some." She said
warmly. Lately she had started insisting on the utmost respect when
the crew asked for any milk. After all, she was keeping them alive.

James felt his mouth water as Mei's impossibly large breasts slowly
came into view. She looked jaw-droppingly sexy in the fitted button
down shirt that O'Brian had made for her, but it was nothing compared
with how she looked when the shirt came off.

"C'mere." Said Mei, pulling the hypnotized Slate to her bosom. They
always got a little glassy eyed when she exposed her breasts.

When James finished drinking he shuffled back. He looked torn between
a difficult decision. "What is it?" Asked Mei.

James looked confused, "What's what?"

Mei arched one elegant eyebrow, "C'mon James. I know something's up.
Tell me what's on your mind."

He looked at her. "N-Nothing."

Mei's eyes bored into him. "James..."

James gulped, "It's just that it isn't very appropriate, and I don't
want to insult you, and-"

Mei cut him off, "It's ok James. I won't be offended. Really."

He looked at her hopefully, "Ok. Uuummm. I was just thinking that,
uuummm. Well I was wondering if..." He trailed off.

*Jesus, it's like pulling teeth* thought Mei, "Spit it out James."

Fear flashed across his face, "It'sjustthatiwantyoutoownme." He
said all in a rush.

Mei felt herself growing aroused, "You want me to what?"

"O-Own me." Said Jame with a stutter.

*I basically already do.* Thought Mei happily to herself.
"Do you really want me to own you? With all your heart?"

He nodded, "Yes Mistress."

"Do you submit to me totally? Do you take me as your Mistress?"

"Y-Yes."

"Say it."

"I submit to you Mei. Please take possession of me, Mistress."

Mei's breathing was getting a little husky. "If you want, I can
turn you into my absolute slave. You will be perfectly devoted
to me and my whims. But before I do that I need to know that
is what you really want. Is it?"

Slate nodded. "Please Mistress. I'll do anything you want."

Mei smiled, "Then come take another drink." She said in her
sultry voice, once again baring her full bosom. For the
first time since the crash she allowed her milk to become
infused with suggestive chemicals. A single drop of white
liquid beaded on the tips of her nipples. Not for the first
time Mei was grateful for the perfect control of her let-down
reflex that Mistress gave her.

James leaned forward to take Mei's nipple in his mouth. As
soon as his lips touched the tiny white droplet his eyes took
on a hypnotized sheen. Mei looked down at him. Considering how
much Mistress she had taken, there was no doubt in her mind that
one drop was enough. "James look at me. Look at how beautiful I
am. Listen to me very carefully. I want you to gather up all of
your self will, all of your individuality. Reach deeeeep into
your memories. It's very important that you get everything.
When you have it all, tell me. Take your time. In the mean
time notice how your attraction to me grows with every passing
second. Thaaats it. Look at my big bountiful bosom. Imagine you
are falling into, just a tiny little man trapped in my massive
cleavage. You are totally powerless before me."

Mei stood with her shirt open in front of him, her chest heaving
with passion. After a moment James said, "I have it all Mistress."

Mei smiled at him. "Good. Now I want you to give it all to me.
All of your self will? Gone. All of your individuality? Gone.
There is only room for me. I own you James. From the souls
of your feet to the top of your head, I own you. You are nothing
but another one of my possessions. Now thank me for deeming you
worthy of enslavement."

James sank to his knees, "Thank you Mistress. Thank you so much.
I'm not worth to be in the same room as you. Thank you." He
was crying a little, "Thanks you." He said again.

"Call me Mistress Mei from now on. Mistress is too informal, and
you don't want to be informal with Mistress Mei, now do you?"

James looked up at her, "N-No Mistress Mei. Please I'm sorry."
He crawled towards her feet and started licking. 

*Well now I've really given in to my desires.* Thought Mei.
He had begged her to do it though. *I didn't say anything about
submitting to me during that meeting. He wanted this.* She
thought to herself. *And I wanted it too.*

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"A little bit towards me Mistress Mei." Andrew called from behind the
bulky piece of battle steel that Mei was guiding into place. Several
remotes were carrying most of the weight, but even so it took quite
a bit of strength to move the free floating engine around. *This would
be so much easier in zero gee.* Mei thought. Unfortunately they were
stuck on Eden until they could finish replacing the rear engine
with the four side engines.

Mei had decided that they were unlikely to be rescued a month ago. There
was still a chance, but another survey crew should have been through here
looking for them a long time ago. The scanners had remained quite as
church mice however. There was no doubt in Mei's mind that the delay
had come because the admiralty had shifted its priorities, which
meant that humanity was once again at war. Getting back to
civilization would be hard, and potentially lethal in the modified
Mary Anne, but Mei had to try. Commander Slate and O'Brian had seen
heavy combat during the last war, and the fleet could do with their experience.

If they got back alive Mei herself intended to go to officer training school.
She had avoided the military in the past because she was afraid that being
embedded in a hierarchy would bring out her most dominant tendencies. Mei
was no longer afraid of that side of herself. If the Bureau of Personal
saw fit to give her a commission, she would serve the Empress as a
Lan was intended to. The navy had an eight month program to turn personnel
who had been enlisted for more than four year and had recommendations from
their commanding officers into officers. It would not taker her that long
to get started on the tactical track. She would be a mustang, an former
enlisted officer, in no time.

Before any of that could happen they would have to get the
Mary Anne to a point where she could fly again. Removal of the
side thrusters meant that their maneuvering capabilities were greatly
diminished. O'Brian would not be piloting the ship in the modern sense
on the way up. Instead they would have to execute a pre-computed flight
plan with some minor manual adjustments, in much the same way that rockets
had taken off in the 21st century. *It's a good thing the Bureau of
Ships decided that survey ships should have engines designed for combat
maneuvers.* Mei thought. If the side thrusters had been like the tiny ones
found on civilian and commercial ships there would have been no hope
of escaping Eden's gravity well.

"Is that good?" Mei asked, bracing her hip against the engine.

Andrew was silent for a few seconds, and Mei heard the whir of a bolt
being snugged into place by his omnitool. "Got it." He said. Mei had
taken possession of all her crew mates in the weeks following James'
enslavement, but she ordered them to dispense the deference when they
were working or planning. There were all too many times in Chinese
history when something had gone horribly wrong because a subordinate
did not feel comfortable sharing his opinion with a superior. James
was a much better astrogator than her, and she would have been a fool
not to tap the knowledge. Similarly, she was perfectly happy to defer
to Tanner and his masters in Electrical Engineering when it came to
designing the jury rigged cable system the would use to power and
control the engines. A feedback loop in a circuit involving a fusion
core was not pleasant.

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"Two minutes to launch Mistress Mei." Came O'Brian's soft Irish accented voice.
Mei was not quite sure why, but his accent had become slightly more pronounced
every since she enslaved him.

"Very good. James, you're in charge for the duration of the ascent."
She said from the observer's chair. Mei might be confidant in her abilities
as a leader, but she knew Commander Slate was much better prepared to
handle what was to come.

"Yes Mistress Mei." Said James from his seat in the captain's chair. It was
fortunate that Mei was not part of the flight crew. James would have had a
hard time giving her orders, even when she told him that he had to.

"Weather is clear. Thirty seconds, sir." Tanner called from his seat
at the small tactical station.

James just sat back in his chair, projecting an air of confidence. It
was probably no longer necessary, considering that the entire crew
belonged to Mistress Mei, but a good commander had to keep his crew calm.
Mistress Mei had tasked James with taking them out of Eden's gravity well,
and he would do the very best job he could.

"Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Mark." 
As Tanner finished his countdown sequence O'Brian punched the button
which would bring the engines from their idling state to full power.
The ship shuddered and bucked. The crew was jostled in their crash
seats, but no one was plastered back into the cushions like in
old NASA movies. The inertial sump was operating smoothly, and this
close to a planetary mass it found plenty of places to dump the
gees. 

The Mary Anne arced up into the sky, leaving a puffy contrail in
her wake.

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"This is Her Majesty's Star Fort Kennedy. Please identify."

The crew of the Mary Anne burst into cheers. "We made it boys!" Said
Mei, pumping her fist. "Come on, tell them who we are." She made
a *continue* gesture at Commander Slate.

"This is Her Majesty's Ship Mary Anne. We've deviated from our flight
plan a little."

They had to wait five minutes for the radio waves to finish their
round trip journey. In a capitol ship they could have drilled through
hyperspace to talk over an FTL channel, but the Mary Anne's hyper drive
was not large enough to handle that. "I'll say you have. You're two
years late and 400 light years off course. Please enter the transmitted
orbit. I'll have a tender out to you in 2 hours. From your emissions
profile it looks like you limped here with one leg and no crutches."

O'Brian copied the course that the traffic controller had given him
and turned towards Mei, "Permission to take us home Mistress Mei?"

Mistress Mei grinned, "Granted. And remember boys, when we get back, no on is
to know that I own you. You will go about your lives as if nothing has
changed. Unless I say otherwise, of course."

She couldn't stop humming happily to herself the whole time they were
being towed into Fort Kennedy's huge hangar.