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		For: Lost Boy's Story Comp 7: Alien Succubi
			By: JB/NL <tsunami@xs4all.nl>

"Approaching planet." the operator standing at the console called out.
"Scan for lifeforms."
"Scanning now. Probability of locating suitable lifeform: 73.94 percent."
"Shut up with your damn probabilities. You've been boring us all with your
damn odds ever since we abandoned Vexina and you've been wrong every
single time. Just find me what I'm looking for, will you ?"
"Running deep scan now. We may be in luck this time."
"Results, not assumptions."
"Dominant lifeform is bipedal, sentient, even civilized, two genders.
Somewhat smaller than us, but I cannot determine physiological compatibility
with our organic non-sentient stationary restructuring device from these
long-range scans."
"Well, that's not a problem. For that there's a very effective test."
"Yes, and it went wrong on Vexina - the last place we used it."
"Well, that was hardly our fault, that the meta-evolutionary effect of the
restructuring would introduce that genetic instability that led to the viral
outbreak that killed them off, was it ?"
"Yyyesss, indeed. It wasn't our fault we invaded them, subjugated and then
tried to restructure them to fulfill ours and our Mistress' lust."
"Do I hear dissent and talk of mutiny there, Harika ?"
"No Captain Kyrna. Merely stating my personal opinion."
"Your job is to operate the scanner array. Not to give your opinion. Helm,
take us down into the nightside. And you, Harika, find me a pair of these
lifeforms, one of each gender, to test. And keep your damn opinion to
yourself as well as your damn odds and chances."
"Yes captain."

Mick and Jeannie walked down the forest path, breathing the cool night air,
not so much in relaxation as in anticipation.
They had met at the local singles evening and it had instantly clicked
between them. Well, not in the sense of love, but certainly in the sense of
lust, and they had quickly slipped out after Mick had told her he knew of a
certain cabin in the woods that was really cozy ...
	A deep thrumming sound briefly reverberated through the forest, and
for a moment Mick swore he saw something moving in the air.
He stopped to squint and take a better look, and just as Jeannie wanted to
ask him what was going on, a brief flash struck them, knocking them off
their feet and unconscious with a small blast.
"Subjects ready for collection. Whose turn is it this time ?" Denya asked.
"Isn't it Raxen's turn ?", Harika quipped
"It would be if she didn't have to be on station to maintain power. Yriel
is busy setting up the restructurer, so that leaves either of us three."
"I'll go," Harika volunteered.
"No way," Denya protested, "I want to go."
"Shut it you two, I'm going. Maintain position and keep watch."
Kyrna cursed as she made her way to the retrieval dock - it was always the
same, the fighting over who got to handle the lifeforms first. Well, this
time she was going to pull rank on all of them.
	Mick felt like he had been hit by a freight train.
He tried to get up but his body screamed out in agony with every move he
attempted to make - even opening his eyes hurt. He tried blinking a few
times to clear his blurred, undulating vision, but it just hurt too much.
Closing them, he just tried to imagine what the hell had hit them.
Sound. Leaves crunching. Footsteps. Then a sweet smell. Like a flower. Only
sweeter. His head swam with conflicting thoughts and emotions.
The scent got thicker, and suddenly he felt himself being dragged from the
ground, lifted up, clean off the ground.
Thank god, he thought. Help must have arrived.
Once again opening his eyes, if only to show he was alive, he tried to look
at his savior. Instead he gazed deep into a pair of alien eyes, two black
pools surrounded by slate blue skin, that drilled into his soul. Sleep.
He felt he had to sleep. Tired. Very tired. Sleep. Darkness.

After hypnotizing Mick, Kyrna picked up both unconscious humans, carrying
them onto the recovery platform and navigated it back to the ship, quickly
slipping into the ventral recovery dock, closing it behind her and ordering
her crew to set down somewhere quiet.
Triumphantly she carried the two into the bio section of the ship, dumping
them onto the floor like a hunter returning with his kills.
"Careful with those," Yriel said sourly.
"They survived the stun-blast without damage, so this isn't going to harm
them either."
"Nevertheless, a bit more care would not go amiss."
"Stop whining and give me a first assessment, soonest, will you ? We're
setting down so you can work undisturbed and unbothered by maneuvers."
"Yes captain. They're subdued ?"
"Both of them, standard protocol."
Yriel picked up the humans and laid each of them out on a slab.
While working through her standard examination routine she felt the ship go
through its landing maneuver, and just after the landing was complete she
had finished her initial report ready for the captain.
"Subjects are both suitable and viable. The female maybe more so than the
male, but we can make good use of both sexes for our purposes. The only
thing that worries me at this point is that their tissues do not react
consistently with the restructuring agent."
"In clear terms please ?"
"I can't predict the magnitude of results prior to putting them in it, but
given their physical frame I expect no problems we cannot contain."
"Well, then we'll just have to see, don't we ?" Kyrna smiled wickedly.
Yriel sighed and threw up her arms in resignation.
"I'll start injecting nutrients then. Ready in a few minutes."
Kyrna grinned widely in anticipation and went over to the observation bay.
This promised to be spectacular, and she didn't want to miss any of it.

Jeannie was scared.
One moment she had been walking in the forest with her lover at her side,
and now she was in a small room, naked, with no apparent entries to it, no
visible corners she could orient or focus her eyes on, even though her
sense of touch told her the floor was flat, with vertical walls, linked
together with radiused curves. The faint, matte lighting had no apparent
source, and cast almost no shadow either.
And the only memory linking the two was a short, sharp explosion.
Mick was nowhere to be seen, and although she had screamed at the top of
her voice for help, all it got her was a dose of sedative gas from 
somewhere and a sore, raw throat.
Eventually she had curled up against a wall waiting for whomever had
captured her to come and take her for whatever depraved things he wanted.
A door slid open and bright light streamed in, and at the same time the
light in the room she was in began to dim.
Feeling like the walls closed in on her, Jeannie panicked, sprang up and
bolted for the open door, which snapped shut behind her.
Her brief moment of panic then turned into sheer, unadulterated terror.
	In front of her was a massive, pulsating ... ... thing ... with
long, thin sinuous tendrils radiating out from large broad-leaved pods
that in turn were mounted on stalks to a large central tower that was
constantly puffing up, then deflating, with the tendrils moving in rhythm.
To her horror, the ground wasn't the cool, hard metallic from her cell, but
a mushy, swampy substance that seemed to live and breathe with the ... 
thing ... in the center of the large chamber.
She took a deep breath to scream, and instead of cool, dry air her lungs
filled with a hot, musky, humid atmosphere that took away her desire to
scream her guts out.
The tendrils were moving. Her way.
She shook her head, faster and faster, backed away up against the wall, 
tried to stay out of reach, but one wrapped solidly around her ankle, and
yanked her off her feet.
She put up a struggle, but within seconds she was spreadeagled in the grip
of the thin tendrils and hauled over to one of the pods, which split open
and out unrolled a bunch of thick, snake-like tentacles which took over
from the thin tendrils, turning her a few times around until she was in
an upright position, her upper arms and thighs solidly encased in thick
purple coils with the strength of a constricting snake, before pulling
her down towards the floor of the pod.

Kyrna sat back in her chair, looking down into the chamber while massaging
one of her pert midnight blue nipples, and stroking her large, wet slit.
A lime green hand easily cupped her other breast and began thumb-flicking
her nipple back and forth.
"Aahh, Raxen ... you know what I like." she crooned while pulling the
fresh arrival towards herself, inspecting her heavy, full breasts topped by
a pair of small moss green aureolae with small bumps on them for nipples,
before flicking her black tongue a few times over one of them, bringing it
up to erectness.
"What do you think," Kyrna asked while motioning to the chamber.
"What did Yriel say," the engineer queried, casually bouncing her tits.
"Said she didn't know. But didn't expect problems either."
"Mmmmm .... well .... " Raxen absentmindedly massaged one of her breasts
while stroking over Kyrna's slit with her other hand. "I say mild growth."
"Oh, I think we're going to see more than that," Yriel said as she walked
into the observation post.
"Well, what do you think then," Raxen asked while sliding two fingers
between Kyrna's legs.
"I think we're going to see some serious changes."
"We'll soon find out," Kyrna said while squeezing Raxen's boobs in rhythm
with the fingers pumping in her slit.

From the floor of the pod, three short arms ending in what looked like
flower buds rose up to meet the descending woman as the thick coils pulled
her into the large, pulsating pod.
They opened into thick, fleshy leaves covered with a slimy liquid, one of
them slipping between her legs, covering her crotch entirely, the other two
each noisily sucking in her small, floppy breasts.
She tried to resist again, but this time a small tendril whipped up next to
her head, wrapped around her skull just above the eyes, and forced its end
between her lips.
Frustrated, she opened her mouth to bite down on it as hard she could, but
the tendril just jetted a sweet-tasting liquid in her mouth, forcing her to
either swallow or suffocate. Survival briefly kicked in and she swallowed,
then as the liquid metabolized, her resistance first waned, then ceased.
The thick fleshy leaves on her crotch began to shift and seek, pushing open
her love tunnel and extending a short, thick stem into it, while the pair
on her breasts first sucked her tits upright, holding the vacuum until her
breasts were a dark red color, then closed around them, injecting tiny 
tendrils into her forcibly swollen nipples.
The pod shuddered, then extended further open, its walls slightly swelling
with fluid, before squirting some through the three injectors into Jeannie.
	The changes the powerful alien protoplasma wrought were both swift,
and dramatic.
Her breasts quickly filled out, nearly escaping the cup placed over it,
while her entire body twisted and shifted as the alien soup pulsed through
her veins.
By the time the first dose ran its course, she had lost all her body hair,
grown a foot, advanced about half an alphabet's worth of cup sizes, as
well as a massive love tunnel between her legs with a huge clit standing
watch over it, and gained a pair of large, central ducts in her permanently
swollen, oversized, engorged nipples.
The three suckers let go of her, withdrew, and three thick, jet black, evil
tentacles rose up, roughly forcing their way deep into her cunt and the
nipple ducts.
The walls of the pod filled again, and this time the purple coils around
her limbs unrolled, leaving her on the floor of the pod, rapidly
withdrawing to the swollen walls.
The pod 'exhaled', pushing the liquid into the black tentacles, feeding it
into the female figure, diluting her humanity with every second, with every
litre of liquid streaming into her body, changing her.
She grew another foot, her genitalia swelling even larger, her breasts
steadily expanding, pulsing with growth.
Briefly the process stalled, then the pod suddenly compressed, blasting the
remaining liquid into the black tentacles, billowing those out to more than
double their original diameter, introducing sanity-smashing amounts of
alien material into Jeannie's body, her boobs popping out, stretch marks
laddering up and down the skin, veins pulsing with luminous green liquid
bulging on the skin, her body twisting, shifting, re-arranging, growing, 
always growing.
	By the time the pod was entirely drained of fluid, "Jeannie" stood
a full 14 feet tall, the bottoms of her impossibly large, soft breasts
resting on her thighs, her formerly half-length blonde hair now colored cyan
blue, reduced to a short bob cut and beneath her pale pinkish skin, large
veins pulsed with luminous green liquid.
	The five aliens in the observation cabin gazed in utter, cunt
dripping amazement at wat they had just created, wondering what was in
store for them when they unleashed the male into the chamber.
"By the Mistress' Nine Rings," Raxen murmured while clenching her boobs,
letting the juice from between her legs drip on the floor.
"Copy that," Harika said in awe, pinching her large clit, also staring.
"No way," Yriel whispered, shaking her head, fluid streaming along her
lemon yellow legs, her cunt throbbing with anticipation. "No way."
"Freaking awesome," Denya muttered, milking her nipples, kneading the
soft saggy tissue of her medium blue tits in her hands.
"She's completely subservient ?" Kyrna coolly asked, her cunt screaming for
a taste, her nipples aching with anticipation.
The yellow alien tapped some commands, and a brainscan came up on a monitor.
"She has all normal mental faculties; they're largely suppressed due to the
vast enlargement of her pleasure center. That coupled with our natural 
pheromone and aphrodisiac secretions should keep her under control."
"And permanently ready for action," Harika dribbled, "I want her. Now."
"There'll be plenty of time for fun later," Kyrna decided, "Put her in a
nutrient pool and introduce the other test subject."

Yriel entered the commands into the computer, and a large device like a
crane hooked under her armpits, lifted her off the surface of the pod and
carted her off, out of the chamber.
After the chamber was sealed again, another small door popped open, and
carefully, the human male crept out of the holding cell.
"Any bets ?" Raxen asked while surveying him like a predator sizes up its
prey before hunting it down.
"Bigger than her," Denya said.
"Naw, don't think so. Smaller." Harika interjected.
"Then I say about equal size," Raxen stated.
"I don't care about silly bets, " Kyrna said haughtily.
"And I'm just curious what's going to happen because I don't know," Yriel
replied while pulling up data on 'Jeannie' and studying it.
"Haha, it's got him," Harika cheered as the thin tendrils swept Mick off
his feet and carried him towards one of the pods while it split open.
"Last chance to bet, winner gets first dibs ?" Raxen called, looking
sideways at Kyrna who nodded approvingly.
"There he goes!" Denya said excitedly, pointing at the thick purple coils
carrying the man down into the pod.
	Like Jeannie, Mick tried to fight the thing that had seized him
and had carried him aloft into the vice-like grip of the thick coils,
which dragged him down into the split pod, but unlike her, he refused to
open his mouth and kept struggling, vainly trying to break the iron grip of
the coils enveloping his limbs, when he felt a strange sensation in his
groin, not unlike getting a world class blowjob, only much, much more
intense and softer, more persuasive, and looking down he saw a .. thing ..
enveloped his dick and was pulsing, giving him a blowjob like he never had
had before.
He tried to resist, and hold up, but eventually he briefly relaxed to dump
his load, and the tendril forced a gulp of liquid down his throat.
Soon after his struggles ceased and a large fleshy tentacle flowered open
and enveloped his groin; the pod rumbled and trembled, and slowly it
started injecting the starter dose of protoplasma into Mick.
Necks craned in the observation deck as Harika put a close-up view of the
action on one of the monitors, before sitting down to play with herself.
	With a slurping noise, the tentacle withdrew, accompanied by hoots
of excitement in the observation cabin.
A single rubbery black tentacle slowly eased over his enlarged dick, until
its mouth was hard up against his scrotum.
Again, the pod rumbled and trembled, the thick black tentacle pressurized
with fluid, and slowly, the protoplasma started entering him.
Inside the black tentacle, his dick grew longer, and thicker until pulsing
veins on his dick became visible through the rubbery black surface.
His balls had by then quadrupled in size, and his overall body was pushing
around 9 feet tall.
The black tentacle withdrew slowly, revealing a massive meat shaft as it
pulled upwards, over the head, releasing with an audible 'plop'.
"Please tell me he isn't done yet," Raxen begged, rubbing her breasts
together like mad, standing staring at the monitor.
In answer, the purple coils lifted him off the pod floor and carried him
over to a short, chunky hollow stem on one side of the pod, which extended
upwards a little, noisily sucked in the head of his dick, and then the rest
of it, before it puffed up, brimming with pressurized alien goo.
As the stem compressed to inject, his body shifted, twisted and stretched,
with more and more luminous green veins surfacing on his skin, while his
body grew larger, and less human at the same time.
A few minutes later, the stem relaxed, and the purple coils unrolled and
retracted, unceremoniously dumping 'Mick', all 12 feet of him, onto the
pod floor.
	"I won," Harika squealed, busy imagining what she was going to do.
"Let's first see if we won, before crowing personal victory," Yriel said
acidly while pulling up the data, nodding approvingly as she read it.
"We have a winner," she proclaimed. "He checks out OK."
"Same procedure," Kyrna said while massaging her clit, "toss him in a
nutrient pool. And before we're going to have some fun with our new
acquisitions there's work to be done. This is an unsecured landing site,
and therefore unsafe. There's only five of us, versus billions of them.
Either find me a secure site to stay, or we'll head back into space while
we uh ... evaluate ... the test specimens."

Using the geographical data compiled on their flight in, they picked a
remote, barren location low on lifeforms and high on privacy, flew there,
set down and prepared for some pleasure.
Filing into their well-stocked recreation room, they busied themselves
with some minor pleasures while the specimens were brought in and sat down.
Harika had just turned on a vacusucker attached to her breasts, reveling
in the sight of seeing her tits distend into the clear cups when they
were brought in and positioned in the room.
Turning off the vacusucker and letting it drop on the ground, Harika moved
towards the female figure, entranced by her humpin' huge wet slit, her
fully inflated beanbag breasts, and just her sheer size; if she had been
standing she would have been a good 6 feet taller than Harika.
Snuggling up to one of the huge tits, Harika started rubbing her crotch on
one of the bulbous nipples, moaning in pleasure.
Raxen was more direct in what she wanted, walking up to him, sliding her
hands over his truly enormous dick, feeling the rush of heat flush through
her body, knowing it would trigger the increased output of her phero-aphro
transpiration.
Licking her tongue along the shaft, up and down the pulsing, luminous green
veins circling the hardening rod, she arrived at the head, and without much
further ado, she pushed it down and into her crotch, up against her moist
lust lips, feeling the head throb against her clit.
"You'll never fit him," Kyrna said sarcastically as she walked up and pushed
the male backwards into a reclining position, guiding her snatch over his
mouth, staring into his eyes, and hissed "Make me cum with your tongue,"
then crooned as he started using his tongue to pleasure her.
	Raxen meanwhile pushed harder and harder up against the enormous
cock, angry at Kyrna for stealing her thunder, angry that she was getting
her thrills and telling her she couldn't have hers. Pushing harder and harder,
suddenly her pussy lips parted and the huge head began forcing them apart to
make way for its entry.
Determined to have it her way, Raxen thrust forward, until suddenly the huge
head slipped inside her, lubricated by liberal amounts of liquid from both
him and her.
Wanting more, Raxen pushed forward and downward, forcing the huge hard cock
in her flexible vagina, feeling fuller and more loaded than she had ever
before, and loving every second of it.
Grunting and puffing, she managed to get over three quarters of his dick
inside of her, then resorted to gravity for the rest by pulling up her legs
and letting the lubrication do the rest.
Denya, who had witnessed Raxen's action, gasped in amazement, then watched
in awe as the lime green figure managed to assume a proper thrust position
and even managed to start pounding.
Raxen grunted and moaned, trying to get a good pound going, determined to
get her kicks while seeing Kyrna get hers, she resorted to using her long,
powerful legs to aid in her single-minded desire for a loaded fuck.
Denya and Yriel, in the meantime, were playing with the female specimen;
Yriel rubbing her yellow titties all over its huge clit and pussy, while
Denya had nuzzled up to the female specimen's other breast, licking and
kissing its gigantic nipple while cavorting in the big soft breast mass.
"C'mon," Raxen grunted, "gimme what I want, gimme, gimme, gimme!"
Finally, she managed to get some juice going between their skins, and
began to slowly pound the huge cock, slowly accelerating, slowly building
up to a cataclysmic climax, the one she so desired. She felt his cock
pulse and swell in her cunt, felt her body being pushed to its considerable
limits, but kept going, determined to achieve her goal. The dick pulsed,
her body reached capacity and then came up short, but still she kept
pounding, but she felt the moment come, just a few seconds more, she was
going to make it ...

The rest had stopped their respective sex games, all gazing in awe and
fright at Raxen, ramming her crotch up and down, grunting and growling
like an animal, oblivious to the massive veins on the cock pulsing brighter
and brighter, her belly distending as the shaft filled her to capacity.
Kyrna was still sitting on his face, feeling his tongue stir in her cunt,
while she observed Raxen hammering up and down, her normally soft breasts
hard as rocks, ultra-erect on her body.
Denya grabbed Yriel's arm "shouldn't we sedate that specimen and get Raxen
off before he ruptures her ?"
"No," Yriel said softly. "Raxen can handle it. Besides, I want to see what
happens when he blows his load."
"And if she can't handle it ?"
"Then there was nothing we could have done anyway."
Determined to get her way now, Raxen reached down and began massaging his
balls, growling and snarling while she pumped up and down, oblivious to the
pulsing light coming from her pussy, oblivious to the enormous strain she
was putting on her body.
"Blow, damn you," she snarled, "blow, blow, blow," she repeated the word
over and over again, ramming down every time, until it turned into a
continuous growl as she let the beast in her take over.
Just as her body reached its breaking strain, she managed to hit the nerve
in his balls, triggering a massive geyser of cum - inside her.
She convulsed, constricting his dick, unwilling to let go, unwilling to give
up this sweet nectar filling her, twisting her, transforming her.
Raxen threw back her head and let out a bestial roar as her breasts almost
exploded off her chest, bloating to many times their normal size, punching
Kyrna off the specimen's face, aureolae and nipples growing obscenely huge,
glowing green veins pulsing all over her breasts, her clit swelling, first
slightly, then a cluster of green veins pulsed, and it swelled again, this
time to size of her fist, before her shuddering body stabilized.
She mashed down, and hit the nerve again, triggering another geyser inside
her, inflating her massive, pulsing, vein-encrusted bustline even further.
Panting, she stood up, her breasts laid out on either side of the male, his
now flacid cock falling out of her stretched pussy, dripping luminous goo,
and she grinned at all of them with glowing eyes and a madwoman's smile.
"Suck my tits," she panted, glaring at them, "Suck my tits, or else...."
"Else what ?" Kyrna demanded.
"Else ... else I'll let them blow ... or ... or .... I'll let them blow."
"How," Yriel asked, interested.
"I can feel ... feel the stuff ... I can ... control it... I think ... 
make it do stuff for me ... now suck my tits ... or I'll think of something
even more twisted to do with it ... suck me ... NOW!", Raxen growled,
and her breasts contracted a little, popping out her torso sized nipples and
dangerously bulging her aureolae.
Without hesitation, Denya walked over to one of Raxen's throbbing nipples,
stroked it, and began to lick and suck on it, triggering a deep moan.
Harika stepped over to the other one, sliding her hand along the massive
pulsating mass of Raxen's breast, felt it heaving and swaying, then reached
the end, and began nuzzling and sucking on it.
Yriel stood rooted to the ground, trying to comprehend what was happening,
while Kyrna retreated to the far corner and sat down, a smile beginning to
form on her face as a plan crystallized in her hairless head.
Raxen moaned and groaned as her enormous nipples were lovingly stimulated
and fussed over, then looked at Yriel, eyes luminescent.
"You there," she panted, "get under there and suck my clit."
Yriel was about to refuse, but Raxen was ahead of her and further compressed
the skin on her breasts, triggering a creaking sound, before she got on her
knees and began licking -and inspecting- the enormous lust organ throbbing
between her legs, her head and back up against the enormous, solid breasts.
Raxen moaned louder and louder, then her moans turned to screams, and
finally her screams grew in pitch and intensity, and just in time, the two
aliens at her nipples dove aside,and Yriel hastily crawled away, when
suddenly the inflated succubus' nipples couldn't take the strain any longer
and opened up to let the contents out.
Her tits convulsed, puffed up, strained, and forth burst two enormous jets
of luminous goo, shooting out against the far wall, and slowly but surely,
her breasts deflated and dwindled, ending up about twice the size she had
before it happened, with huge dark green aureolae covering nearly a quarter
of her breasts, and nipples larger than her thumb instead of the little
bumps she used to have, after which she collapsed into a pool of goo.
A few minutes later she came round, sat up on one of the benches.
"My my," Yriel said, inspecting the 'damage' from the incident, feeling up
the pair of enlarged lime green breasts on Raxen, trailing off to feel
on the nipples, shocked to see the massive, protruding clit throb between
her legs, overlooking the entrance to her lust tunnel.
Raxen crooned in delight as Yriel ran her hands over them, and when the
yellow alien turned to inspect the large quantity of liquids on the floor
and wall she went on herself, kneading and massaging herself.
Yriel rubbed some of the goo that had come from Raxen's breasts between her
fingers, shaking her head and looking concerned.
"I'll get a sample of this," she said, "this isn't what I expected at all.
This may spell serious trouble. For all of us."
"Not for me," Raxen said with a smile, shaking her boobs, "these feel
really great you know!"
"Yes, I can imagine. Nevertheless, you're coming with me to the biolab,
because I want to know what happened here."
"We'd better clean up here," Harika said, the seriousness of the situation
hitting her.
Kyrna instructed the ship computer to return the two specimens to their
respective nutrient pools to recuperate and restore, while she considered
the possibilities this incident offered. She wasn't crazy enough to do what
her engineer had done, far from it, but it might just be a tool to get rid
of a few ... VERY ... annoying other captains who liked a good stuffing.
Harika and Denya set to work vaporizing the remaining liquid, setting the
circulation units for the room on top throughput, while Kyrna slinked off
to the bridge to connive a plan.

"Interesting," Yriel said as she studied the data from Raxen's scans.
"How so ?"
"The stuff you shot out of your boobs wasn't pure protoplasm."
"Then what was it ?"
"I don't know yet. You're positive you could control it ?"
"Well ... yeah, a little. That first hit was weird though. I felt it crawl
into me, well like that anyway, and I sensed it wanted, had to, go
somewhere. I dunno why I was thinking of my tits at the time though."
"What about the second hit ?"
"It wanted that. It ... I had to make him cum again, I ... it ... wanted
more."
"It ? This stuff is sentient ?"
"No, it's .. you have to feel it yourself I think, to understand."
"Thanks but no thanks."
"I craved for that second shot. I had to have it. Like ... like ...yeah,
like Amidilian Redleaves."
"That's pretty heady stuff. Tried it ?"
"Used a while when I was in Amidilia Circle. Kicking it wasn't fun."
"You did kick it, then."
"Hell yes. It was great stuff, but not something to use recreationally."
"Interesting. No, that won't go in my report, don't worry."
"Thanks. so what do you think ?"
"I think you had a lucky escape. I think it was a stupid action of you to
force yourself like that, though."
"Hey, I wanted a good stuffing, not those weeny genmod mushpods. And there
aren't any big enough for me on board."
"Well, now there definitely won't be any big enough for you. You're really
stretched out now."
"Yeah, but for some reason I like it better this way."
"Oh well, each his own kinks I guess. Just don't do this again, will you ?"
"Mmmmm ... maybe."
"No, seriously, don't do it. You had a lucky escape in my opinion. Next
time you may not be so fortunate."
"OK, OK. Can I go now ?"
Yriel nodded assent, and Raxen hopped off the examination table and out to
her quarters. Geez, she thought, that was so weird, feeling that stuff shift
inside me. But, she told herself, Yriel is right. I probably was very
lucky to get out like this; that protoplasmic stuff we use is scary - and
worst we don't understand how it works completely. Well, not anymore. We 
used to know exactly. But that was before the War of the Circles, when
tribe fought tribe, and a lot of knowledge was lost then, including this.
"Oh well," she said to herself, highstepping to let her enlarged breasts
flap up and down against her body, "looks like this planet is gonna be fun."

Kyrna had called a meeting  to decide what their next course of action was
going to be now that they had had an opportunity to test what they had.
"I've run some tests on that stuff," Yriel said quietly, presenting the data
on the holoscreen in the middle of the room. "I don't like what I'm seeing."
"Why not ?" Kyrna asked, smiling. "It offers great opportunities."
"To you personally perhaps. To us as a species this stuff is extremely
dangerous. You saw what it did to Raxen. And no, smaller doses don't make
it any less dangerous either. It makes the effects less dramatic, but it
remains an explosively dangerous material we would do well to avoid."
"Or to use as a weapon ..." Kyrna smiled wistfully.
Harika jumped up, fury blazing in her eyes. "The Circle War is over, Kyrna.
We are no longer trying to wipe ourselves out. We're trying to survive now."
Kyrna laughed loudly, an unpleasant sound that hurt the ears, then got up,
her eyes blazing.
"The Circles may be at peace," she hissed, "but I've still got a few old
scores to settle, and this stuff looks like it fits my plans perfectly."
"You can't be serious," Yriel protested, "these expeditions were launched
to locate new colony sites as well as new lifeforms to fulfill our desires.
Most definitely not to find weapons to settle old scores with old enemies."
"Need I remind you I'm in command here ?" Kyrna hissed.
Yriel looked around the table, and one by one the rest of the crew shook
their heads.
"Not anymore," Denya said calmly. "As helm operator, I deem you incapable of
commanding this expedition."
"And I," Raxen said timidly, "as engineer, deem you incapable of commanding
this expedition too."
"So do I," Harika said, "as scanner operator, I deem you incapable as well
to command this expedition. That makes a majority vote."
Kyrna stared at her crew. "You can't do this to me! I'm your captain!"
"Was.", Yriel said bitterly. "I'm sorry, but by majority crew vote you have
lost your command authority. You have to surrender your command now. You 
know the rules, probably better than any of us here."
	Harika and Denya got up, and taking Kyrna by the arms, they guided
her out of the room to her quarters, locked her in, and returned to the
briefing room.
"Well Yriel," Harika spoke. "You're in command now, having the most senior
position onboard. What do we do now ?"
"We really need to do a bigger trial run."
"Why ?"
"These 'humans' as they call themselves are genetically incredibly diverse.
I don't doubt that the restructurer could work its task on them, but I would
really like some more samples to see if all of them are affected this much."
"That means we'd have to go to a ground test," Raxen observed. "We don't
have the resources or space aboard for a large trial."
"I was thinking ten, twelve subjects, tops. We should be able to manage
that aboard ship. Preferably from different racial groups, and preferably
obtained away from large population centers."
"And if that's impossible ?"
"Then we have to take a bit more risk and try for a pickup closer to major
population centers. Preferably multiple subjects together, since I would
like to study several at the same time."
"Well then," Harika said, "time for me to make love to my scanner array."
"Precisely. It'll be hard to operate the ship with just the four of us, but
I think we will manage."
Eyes turned.
"What were you planning to do with Kyrna ?" Raxen asked suspiciously.
"Nothing - yet. But for obvious reasons we can't let her near any of the
ship's critical systems - and definitely not near the bio section."
"That's it ?"
"If there are no complications - yes."
"And if there are ... complications ?"
"We'll decide then when that happens."
"So, an 'unfortunate accident' might be possible," Raxen suggested.
Yriel's jaw dropped. "You're not suggesting we ..."
"It would be better for all of us, not ?" Denya said, warming to it.
"I can't believe my ears," the freshly appointed captain said.
"Better believe them," Harika said sourly, "today just confirmed what I
suspected for a long time."
"You're all saying ..."
"That it would be better if some misfortune befell Kyrna ? Yes we are."
"And I thought you were closest to her, Raxen."
"Only to ascertain her loyalties. I've long suspected she belonged to one
of the tribal splinters. Events on Vexina fueled that suspicion, and today
it's a fact. And she gives lousy lust, too."
"Well, that settles it, doesn't it," Denya smooched, putting her hand under
one of Yriel's small breasts and pushing it up. "We'll all follow you, but
something nasty has to happen to Kyrna somewhere."
Yriel thought while Harika kneeled down and began licking her pussy, and
the recently enlarged Raxen pushed one of her breasts in Yriel's face,
while lifting the other to her own face, sucking on its massive, stiffening
nipple, never taking her eyes off the centerpoint of the three-way lustfest.

They spent the next days searching for further specimens to test, but
most small groups they could easily isolate were either mixed gender, or
had no racial diversity.
They were about to give up and go for the higher-risk strategy on the edge
of town when Harika called out a contact.
"Slow moving vehicle, scan shows two males and 20 females inside. No other
lifeforms nearby at this time."
"Racial diversity ?"
"I read three different types on the females. Males are both the same type 
as we already have. But we can take them, don't we ?"
"Except we won't. No need to waste valuable space aboard."
"Do we take them all ?" Denya asked, deftly maneuvring the ship.
"Neither. Incapacitate the vehicle, drop sedation pods. We'll decide who
we'll take on scene.
"That means landing and spending considerable time on the ground. And this
vehicle is on a primitive transportation guidance system with traffic in
both directions. We will be seen." Denya cautioned.
"Any better suggestions ?"
"Why don't we bring the entire vehicle aboard instead of going through it
on the ground, take what we want from it, the deposit it in a remote
location ? That way they'll never know what happens, we have what we want,
and the risk level is at most aceptable."
"Let's do it. Charge electromagnetic interference beam and arm the ventral
ordnance bay."
	The prison guard was driving the bus with the only intent to get
his charges to the other side as quickly as possible.
He hated his job. Hated his cargo. Hated the long drives between prisons
on the empty desert roads. Hated the old rickety buses they drove.
So when the engine coughed and died, and the lights went dead, the first
thing he assumed was that the battery had died on them, and cursing his
luck as the prisoners in the rear got unruly, he swung open the door and 
walked forward to check under the hood what the hell was wrong with this
old banger, leaving his co-driver to monitor the twenty low-sec prisoners
who had been hurling verbal abuse and taunts at them from the moment they
had hit the road, to be transferred from holding cells to prison to serve
their respective terms.
Poof.
Something burst in the sand behind him. A small puff of white smoke drifted
up and towards him. Motioning his mate to check it out, he grabbed the 
battery tester from the toolbox to check out what he thought was wrong with
the vehicle.
Poof. Poof.
Two more bursts, more clouds of thin white smoke drifted up into the sky.
Confident that his partner could handle it, he lifted the bonnet, and just
as he wanted to test the battery, the sweet soporific gas wafted over him
and nearly instantly put him to sleep, slumping over the greasy engine.
The unruly prisoners in the bus quickly followed suit, the driver's partner
was already fast asleep on the shoulder of the road.
A deep thrumming sound reverberated through the air, and the ship quickly
swallowed up the stationary prison service bus.
When the prison guard who had gotten out to check out the small explosions
finally woke up a few minutes later, he found the bus gone.
He sat up on the hard shoulder of the two-lane road, puzzled what had just
happened to him and his partner, looking around, not seeing the bus, which
was unexplainable. He had only been out a minute or so according to his
watch, and the road was long and straight - he should be able to sight it
if it had driven off.
Not knowing what else to do, he pulled out his mobile phone and called for
a pickup, wondering how a large prison service bus with 20 prisoners and a
driver could just vanish into thin air, and neither was there any sign of
whatever had caused those small explosions.
	"What have we got ?"
"What do you need ? Looks like we got it all."
Yriel and Harika were standing in the lower cargo bay, wearing breathers to
avoid being affected by the sedative atmosphere, having broken open the lock
to the rear door on the bus.
Yriel checked out the dirty driver slumped over the engine, discounting him
as a possible specimen, while Harika was standing doubled over in the rear
of the bus looking at the women.
"I've got 11 darkskins, 6 paleskins and 3 yellowskins here. How many do we
need for these tests of yours ?"
"Two of each, minimum."
"Yes, but which ? Funny how they're all restrained. Maybe some ritual ?"
"I don't really care. I just want specimens."
"Well, I don't know what your selection criteria are and they all look
pretty much the same to me. Perhaps you should crawl in here and pick which
ones you want. I'll go get something to cut through these restraints."
Cursing, Harika crawled out of the cramped vehicle and retrieved a cutter
from a tool locker, while Yriel maneuvered her lithe body into the bus and
scanned each woman in turn, eventually picking the ones she wanted, which
they quickly cut loose from the restraining system and transferred to a
holding area, before finding a quiet dirt road hundreds of kilometers
from the desert road where they had picked it up, dumped the bus and its
remaining content, after which they returned to their previously secured
landing site, leaving the bus, its driver and its remaining passengers, to
fend for themselves.

"So what's the plan now ?" Harika inquired. "Throw them all in at once and
see what comes out ?"
"I wish," Yriel said. "But the nutrient and energy requirements would far
exceed this ship's capabilities. We could do three at full outcome, perhaps
four if we were willing to put up with slightly reduced results."
"Well, if they all grow as big as the first one I say we throw four in. 
That first one is just soo huge," Denya spread her arms to indicate a very
large size, "I don't even know where to start having lust with her."
"How many did we take, anyway ?" Raxen asked.
"Ten. Four dark skinned ones, four pale skinned ones and two yellows."
"Let's do two first," Harika said, her eyes glinting, "that ought to warm
up the Lustopod real good."
"The restructurer is not a toy," Yriel warned her, "mistreat it or lose
respect for it and you will find it a very dangerous device."
"sure, but that doesn't mean I can't call it a Lustopod, right ?"
"Ooooooh, you're impossible. Call it whatever you want, just don't forget
that it's dangerous. It may create for us, but it can also destroy us. It
will grab and process any life form that goes in there - and it doesn't 
care what you are. If it can locate sex organs, it goes for you."
"Didn't we still need an incident to dispose of Kyrna ?" Raxen smiled.
"Whaaaaaat ? Are you suggesting we throw her to ..."
"No, merely keeping options open. I'm sure we'll think of something better."
Yriel shook her head, "You're a ruthless bunch, the three of you."
"No, we're not ruthless. She is. Now can we get on with it ?"
Yriel threw up her arms and shook her head, then went to work selecting
two candidates for the first run, and arranged to move them into position.
	The door into the main chamber snapped open and both women bolted
out into the large room.
Yriel punched Harika in one of her breasts. "Idiot. Why did you put them
both in the same room. They could've decided to stay in there. The whole
point of the entry room is to create a psychological threat to induce the
specimen to go into the main chamber. Having another lifeform to interact
with removes that fear."
"Sorry," Harika said, rubbing her breast. "And you hit pretty hard."
"Apologies for that. I was just angry at you making such a novice mistake."
"Oh well, they came out - look, there they go! There they go! Will they
go to the same pod or... ?"
"Likely not. I doubt there's enough suitable injector tendrils for two 
in one."
They watched as the women were carried to separate pods and efficiently
attached to the giant plant's plumbing system.
Harika typed some commands at another console. "Cool. That blackskin has
actually got quite some volume to start with. Final size is somewhat
proportional to starting size, right ?"
"Yes, a little. But more on the body's ability to absorb and process the
protoplasma. If she's big but poorly processes, she'll end up smaller than
someone who is small but processes well - and no, I don't know how that
works either, that's Lost Knowledge."
Denya squealed as the Lustopod swapped fleshflowers for blackhoses, seeing
the blackskin had already grown disproportionally large, well, at least her
breasts had, in the starter phase of the process. "She's going to be so
absolutely huge!!"
"That paleskin doesn't do badly either," Raxen observed, "but it looks like
these will be very different, not only from our first effort, but also from
each other."
"I can't wait to get down and test them," Harika sighed in glee.
The process finished, leaving the dark skinned woman with immensely bloated
tits; in fact, they were so huge it took a second cradle to safely lift
her out of the chamber and off to the rec-chamber, and after setting the
cradle to pick up the second subject, the four of them bundled out of the
observation deck and down to the recreational chamber, giggling like school
girls; even the normally reserved Yriel went along with the act.
	"Hoooooooweeeeeeeh!" Harika squealed upon sighting the blackskin
they had christened EF-B1, "she's huge! And look at those nipples! You can
drown in those!"
The other specimen, now named EF-P2, was brought in just as they were
fawning over the first.
"Oh my," Raxen gasped.
"I didn't even know that was possible," Yriel said, shocked.
"Damn, those things look big enough to fuck," Harika said, ogling.
"That sounds like something to try out," Denya smiled.
"Just be careful," Yriel warned. "They're fresh off the restructurer."
While EF-P2 was physically as tall as the alien succubi, and her breasts
were massive in comparison to theirs, it was her nipples which were truly
gargantuan in size; each was almost the size of a forearm.
"Are those things erect now ?" Raxen asked.
"Let's go find out," Denya said, a mad glint in her eyes, stepping up,
instructed EF-P2 to kneel, and then took one of them in her hands and began
licking it, running her tongue all over it.
Her answer came immediately when the tissue swelled, fueled by a dense
cluster of evil green lines running over her breasts. She ordered EF-P2 to
roll over on her back, letting her tits flop over, setting the nipples
pointing upwards, then ignoring Yriel's warning, lowered herself onto 
one of the large shafts, using her flexible alien anatomy to distend her
pussy open to accept the enormous shaft. She slipped down, fueled by
instant lubrication as her juices started flowing, then hooked her legs
around the tit, and began rocking back and forth, moaning in delight while
playing with her own breasts.
Yriel watched the scene, shook her head, and went on an 'exploratory' 
journey of lust in the vast, soft breast masses of EF-B1 to get a proper
taste of her love tunnel - and its bulbous guardian.
Denya was bouncing up and down, letting out small screams of pleasure
every time she came down and the enormous nipple punched up inside her,
the massive, soft aureola under her was slowly puffing up, becoming more
spherical, as she rode it like a bronco, one hand on her clit, using the
other to support herself, letting her small soft breasts slap up and down
against her body.
She thought she felt she was rising, and as she looked down, keeping up
her crazy movement, she saw wide luminous tracks run over EF-P2's breast,
felt it getting rounder and harder, even saw her other breast deflate a
little, as the tit under her began to throb and pulse.
"Get off there, Denya," Harika called, concerned, "that doesn't look good."
"Perhaps," she panted while bucking, "but it feels so fucking great, and
that's all I care about at this moment."
	Raxen stepped in and grabbed EF-P2's other breast, sliding its
large, hard nipple between her own breasts, but rather than come to rock
hard attention, she felt it soften until it folded over in her hand, saw
the breast under it deflate and soften, while the other, with Denya on it,
inflated higher and harder, more and more thick veins rising to the
surface, even appearing on huge brownish aureola, right up to Denya's
distended mound where it met the massive shaft boring into her, then up the
shaft, vanishing inside her.
"Denya, get off there," Raxen pleaded, "you're in real danger up there."
"I'm not getting off here until I get off on her," Denya panted, pushing
her knees into the swelling tit, gyrating her hips to let the bulging,
throbbing, protrusion-studded, vein-encircled nipple sink deeper and deeper
in her, feeling it penetrate to depths nothing had gone before.
Yriel was just getting ready to ride on EF-B1's lust knob, having tuned out
the pleas and rebuttals, when she glanced back at the action behind her.
She abandoned her original plan, and instead, rubbed up one of EF-B1's 
nipples and sat down on it, using the enormous breast as a kind of comfy
chair to watch the action.
Even though they knew what Denya was doing was highly dangerous - the fact
that more and more luminous lanes were appearing on the ballooning boob
was clear evidence of that, it turned her on. Shifting up in her improvised
seat, she dropped the bumpy nipple between her legs and began to gyrate
her hips while watching Denya's ride getting fuller and crazier, watched
the other two stand back, both in fear and concern what was going to
happen.
	Fuck, Yriel thought, if she pulls off what Raxen did on that male,
EM-P1, then I want a piece of that as well. I want some tits I can smooch
too, not just these little bumps I can pinch.
She shook her head. Keep it level, Yriel. We're here to do a job, not just
to fulfill our personal pleasures. Well, fuck that, she thought. There's
plenty of other ships searching elsewhere. But hell, this planet would be
such a marvelous addition. When we're through testing this group, and there
are no further anomalous results, she thought, I'll phone home. No sense
in being careful or slow here - we got to go for this place, bigtime.
She saw how the boob Denya was riding now had a luminous crown surrounding
the half-spherical aureola, with shafts of thick pulsing luminescence
breaking the dark brown half-globe, while the other breast was almost flat,
a deflated balloon hanging off the body.
There's really something scary going on here, Yriel told herself. This
shouldn't be happening. This shouldn't be possible. Nothing I have ever
read or learned about this stuff has prepared me for this.
Denya's squeals of delight grew in frequency and volume as she abandoned
whatever limited inhibitions she might have had and gave herself fully
to her ride, until she reached her first explosive orgasm, then drunk with
her lust, she went for another, but this time, as she came, she dug her
ankles deep into the distended boob and grabbed onto the puffed aureola,
trying to get a pair of handfuls, but instead she got an epic eruption
inside her as the valve on EF-P2's nipple gave way under the intense
pressure, blasting huge volumes of unnatural fluid deep inside her, with
instant effects.
	The first Denya noticed was her breasts becoming stiff, and full,
followed less than a thought later with her ass, thighs and abdomen
swelling to epic proportions, although she did not gain height, as the boob
she had been riding quickly deflated, and as she came down, she used her 
enormous upper legs to milk the last drop out, then as the soft, deflated
nipple fell from her massively enlarged cunt, her body shifted, and the
changes rushed up in her body, contorting her, growing her a pair of 
double head size boobs, adding layer upon layer upon layer of muscle
tissue, turning her formerly lithe and slim body into a giant Amazon of
enormous strength.
But instead of going on a rampage, she dropped to the floor and started
sobbing uncontrollably.
Raxen gently laid a hand on Denya's enormous shoulder.
"Hey," she said softly.
"I didn't want this, I didn't want this, I didn't want this," she sobbed,
hanging her head. "I didn't want this. Please ... help me."
"Easy now," Raxen said gently. "Focus. Focus on what you do want."
"I tried," Denya sobbed, "all I wanted was a pair of killer boobs like you
have and look what I got."
"Try again," Raxen encouraged.
Denya screwed her eyes shut and for a moment her body trembled, but it
quickly returned to it's muscular state.
"I can't," she sobbed. "It doesn't work."
"Will you let us help ?", Harika softly asked, in tears at seeing one of
her best lustmates in the state she was.
Denya only nodded, and Raxen asked her to flip over on her back, she had
an idea that might work.
	While Harika and Raxen explained their idea, Yriel called cradles
and had both specimens removed, then walked over to Denya to check up.
"Do you understand what we're going to try ?" Raxen asked.
Denya nodded, wiping away a tear with her huge forearm.
"OK, relax and enjoy this, OK ? We'll get it fixed. Trust us."
The amazon meekly nodded, laid down and tried to relax.
Raxen and Harika set to work, suckling Denya's rock hard nipples, making
small sounds of lust as they did so, and Yriel quickly understood what
they were trying to do.
She hunkered down near Denya's head and began whispering in her ear, having
warmed to the idea, and having a plan how to stimulate it.
"Tits. You want tits. You want the biggest tits of all of us. You can feel
them. You want to make them grow. You want them bigger. Much bigger. You
want to surpass Raxen. You want to blow them up, so big, so big, so big."
"Yesssss," Denya hissed, her voice strangely deep, her eyes luminescent,
rolling in their sockets. "Tits. I want tits. I don't need strength. I
need tits. Very big tits. Must get bigger. Must get much bigger. Must get
biggest. Must get biggest tits. Must get sucked. Must get drained."
A low rumble. Denya exhaled, then inhaled, and as she did so her massive
arms began slimming, while her breasts blew up. She drew breath again, and
as she did so the trend continued; her massive muscular frame dwindled,
but her breasts kept bulking up.
"Yessss," she hissed, "I can ... feel it ... it's ... working ... must ...
get bigger ... must ... cum ... must ... drain ... suck me ... suck me ...
suck me empty ... release me ..."
Harika and Raxen were on their tiptoes, sucking, kissing and licking the
hugely engorged blackish nipples towering on Denya's bloated blue breasts,
feeling them fill, bulge and swell up as she got closer and closer to her
release point.
Yriel dove between Denya's now trim legs and gently began to massage her
lust mound, trying to push Denya up over the edge, eventualy resorting to
pushing her face into it and employing her tongue for that extra bit of
stimulation, while the blue succubus moaned, and moaned, and finally, she
released, shooting twin jets of glowing goo up against the walls and
ceiling, showering the room while her breasts contracted to a much more
managable and practical size, before passing out.

"What a mess. Did I do that ?" Denya asked, wide-eyed at the images flashed
on the holoscreen in the biolab.
"What's your last memory prior to waking up," Yriel quizzed.
"I remember cumming for the second time on top of that boob ... then briefly
nothing. Then I recall being trapped in that horrible body, with Raxen 
comforting me and explaining her plan. I remember them starting sucking, but
then everything went black again. Then I woke up here in the lab.
"You don't remember me saying anything to you ?"
"You did ?"
Yriel just nodded, then sighed.
"I really should punish you, as captain, for your incredibly irresponsible
action back there. You were warned this might happen."
"To be honest," Denya said softly, "I was hoping it would. I just never
imagined it could be like that. So yeah, I deserve a good whipping."
"But I'm not going to. I think your ordeal was punishment enough. I'm just 
happy you got out reasonably intact. Just out of curiosity, what were you
thinking of as you were cumming ?"
"I was fantasizing about giving Kyrna what she's got coming to her. Think
that may have anything to do with it ?"
"Maybe. I don't know yet. Two more questions before we're done - what did
that initial hit feel like, and are you happy with how you're looking
right now ?"
"The initial hit, it felt ... intoxicating. Yeah, like you just got really
pissed on something really strong, like Maestasian Brandy. You feel like
you're standing on top of Mistress Mountain, screaming out how good you
are to everyone without fear of the consequences. It's certainly better
than the best stuff I ever drank - but not an experience I want to repeat."
"Interesting. And how about those," Yriel pointed out Denya's huge breasts.
"Oh, these feel awesome," Denya said, spontaneously picking up and hugging
one of her enormous boobs against her face, kissing it, kissing the short,
fat nipple on top of the large, almost black aureola, "I love these. 
They're so much better than what I used to have."
"You don't find them too big or unwieldy ?"
"No, why ?"
"Better put in some excercise, you're going to have to adjust to having
a different center of gravity with those."
"Oh that I've got no problem with. But I just love, love, love these," she
said, smooching both her tits into her face before letting them bounce back
to their normal position.
"Well, Yriel said, "then we're done here. Time to run the rest of the test,
and see what we got before we phone home."
	"One last question," Denya said. "What happened to EF-P2 ?"
"Why don't I show you," Yriel said, and led the way down to the nu-pool
hold where they stored their specimens, past 'Jeannie', now EF-P1, bobbing
in the nutrient tank, past 'Mick', now EM-P1, placed in a separate, sealed
tank labeled 'dangerous', to the other two.
"That's strange," Denya said. "I would have expected her to regain her
former proportions."
"So did I," Yriel said. "She probably hadn't fully stabilized when you
took her for a test flight."
"Yeah, but this is rather dramatic, isn't it ? I mean, she's proportionally
not too different from us right now. Maybe a little plumper in the chest,
her skintone is wrong and she's got hair, but she could nearly pass for one
of us."
Yriel nodded and sighed. "There's other complications too. Her brain
functions have been restored to their normal capacity and balance. I keep
her under heavy sedation, but I doubt our phero-aphro will have much effect
on her. I don't know what to do with her really."
"We could dump her ... " Denya said hesitantly. "Or would that lead to more
problems than we're willing to accept ?"
"It would certainly cause chaos," Yriel admitted, "having a lifeform one
and a half times their normal size on the loose, which has a voracious sex
appetite and is practically insatiable. And I don't even think that's a
half bad idea either. Interesting to see how they react to that, really."
"If one would cause chaos," Denya said, smiling wickedly, "what would
several of them cause ? We've got eight more we only need for the baseline
test with the restructurer, and if we do as you suggested, put four in at
a time to go for reduced results, they may end up like this, and, well..."
A wicked smile formed on Yriel's full lips, but she shook her head.
"It certainly sounds like a good plan, but I'd rather keep the power of
our capabilities from them until we're ready to take over. Now let's get
back to work on those last eight specimens."

Yriel sat in her biolab studying the results of the last test run, shaking
her head and sighing as she compared reports, pre-run evaluations and their
end results, running comparisons, cross-examinations and simulations.
Nothing matched. Nothing. There seemed to be no single reliable way to
study the effects of the mutation induction system on this species.
None of the predicted results had been anywhere near accurate, and even
with four at the same time, the changes were of a much greater magnitude
than she had expected, and to make things worse, it was almost as if these
humans could retain some of the mutation protoplasma in a different form,
and secrete it through sexual satisfaction. It didn't make sense.
She had poured over all the available data, all the e-tomes regarding the
subject, and there was no precedent anywhere.
It's almost, she thought, as if this species is a sick prank of the Master
to frustrate us for our refusal to submit to Him. Hell, maybe it was.
Sighing she walked over to her lab bench and studied a line of test vials
filled with glowing fluid; each a slightly different hue, ranging from
golden orange through yellow to sickly green; harvested from each of the
subjects, and studied them.
She had to know. But she needed a surefire plan so nothing could go wrong,
or at least do the experiment under controlled conditions.
	She called Harika up to the biolab.
"Still at work ?"
Yriel nodded. "I don't understand what's going on. And I don't like that."
"Well, if it's really Lost Knowledge ..."
"I'm beginning to suspect we may never have known either, that we're
breaking completely new ground here. And I've got to know."
"Yes, but how ?"
"By experimenting."
"You yourself said how dangerous this stuff is. You've seen how dangerous
it is. You saw Denya."
"Yes. But I've still got to know."
"Got any ideas ? And no, I'm not volunteering - not yet."
Yriel smiled. "As a matter of fact I do. But I need your help."
As she explained her plan Harika listened in amazement, not believing what
she was hearing.
"You're willing to voluntarily expose yourself to this stuff ?"
"Yes. But small doses to start with."
"Wouldn't we be better of if we used ..."
"No. the keyword is control. An unwilling, combative subject cannot be
controlled. And besides, there's no telling what she'll do with it."
"Agreed. Shall I call the rest ?"
"No need. You and I can run the initial trial."
"How ?"
"All you need to do is operate the injector. I've harvested a supply of this
stuff from the other eight subjects, and I've got a tank loaded with that
stuff hooked up. I'll tell you how much to inject every time. We'll holo the
entire experiment, so even if something happens there's still record of it.
If either of us thinks it's too risky to continue, we'll call off the entire
test. You OK with that ?"
	"Are you really sure you want this," Harika asked, worried.
"Yes, I do," Yriel said, determined, while gently sliding the injector
tubes inside her. It felt so weird to poke a tube, primed with this unknown
substance, through each of her single large nipple valves.
Once she had hooked up both sides she sat down in an examination chair.
"Vitals check, data recording on." she called to Harika at the console.
"Baseline established," Harika replied.
"Give me 50cc, left."
"50cc, left, coming up."
Yriel tried to relax as the injector whirred and delivered 50cc of goo to
her left breast. Her breast slightly swelled, but no more than when 50cc
of any fluid, including water, would have been in there.
"50cc, right."
Whir. Inject. Nothing.
Yriel's breasts were noticably fuller, but more from pressure than anything
else.
On a hunch, she relaxed and cleared her mind, then imagined her tits get
bigger, and was rewarded with a tingling sensation.
She opened her eyes and squinted. She wasn't sure, but she thought ...
"Harika ? Compare my baseline data to me now ?"
"Checking ... hey, you've gained a a little up top."
"Hm, so it works like this. Okay, let's try something a bit more ambitious.
Give me a few to concentrate, then give me 100cc each side."
"You've still got 50 in there, remember ?"
"Yes, I do. We'll try purging after this."
Yriel relaxed, cleared her mind, once again imagined her breasts getting
larger, and signalled Harika to inject. Whirrr. No tingling this time,
but a sensation of being pulled on her breasts, not unwholesome, just
feeling weird.
She opened her eyes to a pair of noticably fuller breasts.
Carefully, she pulled out the hoses, sat down again and went through the
routine again, thinking only of release. A brief squirt.
"Baseline comparison ?"
"Checking ... you've gained a tiny amount. Looks like most of the gain was
from the fluid."
"What's the volume retention percentage ?"
"Around ten percent."
"Interesting. So to gain 100cc of volume, I'd first need to dose myself with
at least 1000."
"Or less. Raxen was absolutely huge when she was full - but no so much when
she had released."
"Or more," Yriel pointed out, "Denya gained some serious size, and she was
smaller than Raxen to begin with."
"So what do we do now ?"
"We continue," Yriel said, determined, picking up the hoses from the rack
and pushing them back in, before sitting down.
"Set new baseline, check vitals. Recording on."
"Check," Harika called.
"Give me ... 500 ... no, 1000 ... no, 2000cc, each side."
"Too much at once," Harika protested.
"Then give me 500, each side. When I'm ready."
Whirrr. The filling sensation made way for the tugging feel straight away
as she let her thoughts flow.
Her mind briefly wandered, and her thoughts turned from her small breasts
to her rather full, luscious mound with its small clit, and ...
"Yriel! Wake up and check yourself!"
With a shock she sat up and glared at Harika. "Don't do that."
"Before you complain would you first look down ?"
She did as she was asked and sat mouth agape. Well, she certainly had a
luscious mound now - a massive bulge between her legs with thick, fleshy
protruding lust lips and a large throbbing clit poking up from between,
with her breasts their former, small size.
"It was really weird," Harika said, "it just slipped out of your boobs,
and drained in channels down towards your crotch. Can you release it ?"
"Let's try," Yriel said, "but first I want it back up here."
She entered her meditative state again, pulling up, expanding her breasts
once more, before releasing, this time not bothering to pull the hoses
out, but simply forcing them out on the release squirt.
"You're gaining quite well," Harika commented. "This looks doable."
"Yes, but you have to stay focussed. Thanks for the warning. And these damn
nipple tubes are uncomfortable.
Yriel rummaged around before returning with a plug with a standard injector
atachment to it.
"Where are you going to put that ?" Harika asked innocently.
In response, Yriel pushed it in her lust tunnel and wedged the plug solidly
in place, before sitting down and reconfiguring the injector with a single
tube.
"New baseline please."
"Check."
"This way I should be able to absorb and release continuously."
"How much do you want ?"
"5000cc per hit, three hits. Don't give me the new dose until I've released
the last one. Comfortable with that ?"
"Are you ?"
"Yeah," Yriel said, "I can handle it. Watch me grow. Big."
Harika did as she was asked, and Yriel's breasts grew from small bumps into
full, then very full, up into overfull yellow balloons standing on her chest
with her nipples expanding slightly every time as well.
"Your retention percentage is rising quickly," Harika warned.
"How much am I at," Yriel asked, playing with her luscious breasts.
"You retained 32 percent volume from the last dose. Yriel, can you please
stop ? You're beginning to scare me, and you're getting really really big."
"Ah please," she pleaded, "one last dose. To finish it off. 2500cc."
"Computer projecting retention percentage at around 40."
"That will do nicely," Yriel cooed. "Hit me."
Harika saw how Yriel let her breasts bulge up a little, but mostly let
her leafy green aureolae spread over the front of her breasts, extruded
her small nipples into large green shafts, before jetting out the remains
of the liquid.
"Well ?" she asked, standing up, posing, showing off her new assets.
"You're certainly ... different. I like them."
	"What's going on in he.. ... whoa," Raxen said, seeing Yriel.
"Nothing special," Yriel said innocently. "Just a little experiment."
"Nine Rings and the Cursed Hand, you call that little ?!"
Yriel swung her large boobs from side to side, letting them slap against
her sides at the end of every swing, enjoying the feeling, putting up a
really innocent 'I know nothing' face.
"What's going on ?" Harika asked.
"We have a serious problem," Raxen said. "Kyrna isn't in her quarters."
They rushed down to the hab block only to find the door to Kyrna's room
blown out, the room a mess.
Immediately they spread out, looking in their respective areas to find
their missing ex-captain.
Harika found her, sitting at a panel, punching in codes into a panel.
Not willing to take any risk, she launched a vicious kick, landing it 
right on the temple above the ear, knocking Kyrna out cold before
calling the others.
Raxen inspected the panel, looked at the thing Kyrna had been working on.
"She's gone mad," she said. "If she had finished that sequence that would
have blown the entire ship to stardust. I guess this settles it then."
"So what do we do with her now ?", Denya asked, frightened.
"I know what to do," Harika said. "Get to the internal observation deck."
"You're not going to ..."
"Yes I am. We cannot continue our mission like this. Go."
Yriel looked at Harika and shook her head. "You're mad," he said, "almost
as bad as Kyrna is. But you're also right. Go."
Harika unceremoniously dragged her ex-commander by the ankle to one of the
chamber entry rooms, propped her up against the wall, and, detecting signs
she was coming to, hastily exited the room and locked up.

Kyrna came to, her head still woozy from the vicious kick she had gotten.
Bitches, she thought, bitches. I'll get you all, even if it's the last
thing I'll ever do. You may have foiled my plan to blow the ship apart,
but I have a few more tricks you don't now about.  She began to feel along
the wall of the darkened cell, looking for the door.
	Up in the observation deck, they watched Kyrna feel her way along 
the wall of the darkened room.
"When will she figure out where she is ?"
"In a few seconds. She's almost at the door to the central room."
"And then ?"
"Then we do this," Yriel said, pushing a button, snapping open the inside
door just as Kyrna leaned up against it.
Kyrna swore as the door opened, losing her balance, and planted her hands
on the floor of the other room. Squish. Squish ? She looked up.
Then it dawned on her where she was. "Oh fuck ..."
As she hurled abuse at her ex-crew, she felt something wind around her
ankle and drag her inwards. Cursing and screaming, she was lifted up and
swung inwards to one of the pods, already open to receive its load.
She was still hurling abuse and swearing revenge when the thick purple
coils dragged her down towards the three fleshflowers.
Kyrna fought like a demon, but made the mistake of trying to heap more
and more insults on the crew, making it easy for the submission tentacle
to spray a good load in.
"Well, that shut her up," Denya mumbled. "I never knew she could spew that
much filth out of her mouth."
"Has this ever been used on one of us before ?" Raxen asked, pointing.
"Not as far as I know," Yriel said. "So this will be interesting."
"Harsh," Denya said.
Inside the chamber, the three thick fleshflowers sucked onto Kyrna, sending
their swarm of tendrils into her, with nothing short of spectacular
results.
From her 8 feet length, Kyrna had grown to a full 11 feet tall, with truly
massive tits hanging of to either side of her body sporting large nipples
with a large depression in the middle where the valve was.
"Nine Circles," Yriel exclaimed, "if this is a portent ..."
"Can we even contain her ?", Denya asked, frightened.
"If not, we have a few contingency plans," Raxen said firmly, "but I hope
it doesn't come to that, because I want to have lust on her so hard and
so much for so long ..."
"Revenge ?", Harika asked.
"For all the lousy handjobs she's given me yes, and all the times I've
given her all I could without reprocication."
"Well, up she goes: it's begun," Denya pointed.
Up had come the three jet black tentacles, one pushing into her huge lust
slit between her legs, the other two forcing their way into the nipples,
and the purple coils retracted to leave her on the ground.
This time the pod walls really started sucked themselves full as the
central core of the plant wavered and shrank a little.
"Mistress' Misery, how big is she going to get ? I've never seen a process
pod get that big," Harika said, terrified and excited at the sight.
"Remember that retention percentage is only around ten percent," Yriel
reminded her.
"Not with that thing - that's got a near 100 percent conversion percentage
on it, and you know it."
Denya had her eyes glued to the view. "Uh, I think you had better come and
see instead of argue."
	Kyrna's formerly small, slate blue breasts were now towering
monsters ballooning up against the walls of the pod, her body stretching
beyond the pod's walls, the jet black tentacles in her impossibly bloated
nipples barely clinging on to the edge, before they slipped out and let
the two monstrous dark blue towers bob upwards on the enormous mass of
breast dominating the pod.
Denya switched view, and the saw all three tentacles now snaked in her
pussy, while Kyrna's body, grew, grew, and grew until the glowing liquid
began spraying from her huge, sloppy lust hole.
"Six Tribes and Three Outcasts," Denya exclaimed, "she's so huge."
"Is she done now ?" Harika asked, looking scared.
"I think so." Yriel said, "but I really don't know.
They gazed at the 20 feet tall creation with its large, full breasts,
the truly monster nipples riding on semi-globular aureolae, her massive,
loose hanging slopping cunt, with its overstuffed guardian above it.
"She's done," Raxen said. "Look, the blackhoses are withdrawing."
"I'll send in some Cradles to take her away," Yriel said.
"Wait," Denya called. "Something's happening."
From the waist of the central tower a pair of thick, dark red, fleshy
tentacles emerged, and picked up Kyrna from the floor of the pod, pulling
her in, upright against the tower before sets of tendrils wrapped around
her upper arms, waist and ankles, tying her solid to the tower.
"What's going on ?" Raxen asked, panic in her voice.
"I don't know, I'm trying to find out," Yriel said through gritted teeth.
"Mistress' Misery, look at those things," Denya wailed, genuinely fearful.
Four huge, glistening black, muscular tentacles had emerged from the bottom
of the tower and snaked their way up, one punching its way in her slit,
the other two pushing on her nipples, and when that didn't gain them entry,
they vibrated and forced their way in, pushing the nipple in with them,
and the last pushed its way into her mouth.
The two dark red, thick fleshy waist tentacles returned and repeatedly
wrapped around her blue saggy tits, cinching them in the middle, raising
them up, until they pointed straight ahead.
"It's like looking down the barrel of a cannon," Harika whispered.
"I just hope it shoots to cum," Raxen whispered back, getting horny.
"Nine Rings, she's growing again," Yriel said. "I think we'll have to
prepare for one of those contingencies, Raxen."
"Not yet," the busty bright green engineer said. "I want to see this
play out first."
	A dull thud, and one of the pods collapsed onto the ground,
looking drained and empty. Another thud, and the second pod fell.
One by one, the eight pods on the restructurer dropped to the ground as
the giant blue alien contorted and swelled beyond anything they had ever
experienced before. Her body towered up to 30 feet, the top of her head just
below the top of the plant's central shaft, her breasts becoming impossibly
full and taut balloons, her nipples popping back out under the immense
pressure involved; her lust mound and clit distending to impossible
proportions, her eyes long since having turned pure green luminescent as
more and more mutagenic protoplasma got pumped inside her. The red
tentacles cinching her breasts had long since retracted, her tits poked
ahead on their own strength, rising up and up as they filled out further,
until they each dwarfed her body.
Then the central tower withdrew the jet black hose from her cunt, and out
from the tower popped a small lump that quickly grew larger and larger,
but most of all longer, and further upwards, swelling straight into her
enormous cunt, forcing open her lust lips and ramming its way inside as
it inflated upwards into her. They could follow its progress on her skin
as it distended with the growth underneath.
More fleshy tentacles appeared, and one by one the massive black hoses
withdrew into the central tower. The tower began to pulse and gyrate, 
thrusting its massive protrusion into giant Kyrna's form, her enormous,
gelatinous boobs reacting in slow motion to each increasingly powerful
pulse and thrust the tower made.
"Oh fuck, this is so turning me on," Raxen said, playing with her breasts.
"Play with me," Denya begged, pushing her tits into Raxen's face, "I'm so
horny too."
Harika was so entranced by the Lustopod fucking the giant Kyrna, that she
didn't care about the pair cavorting on the floor behind her, breasts
flying, nipples pinched and pulled, pussies sucked and fingered.
She stole a sideways glance to Yriel, who was pulling on one of her nips,
but was also intently watching the scene unfold in front of her.
'Kyrna' found her voice, and her screams of pleasure started booming
through the ship as the plant behind her brought her closer and closer to
a truly explosive climax.
"She's going to cum soon," Yriel said calmly.
"How do you know ?" Denya asked, having gotten up from her impromptu lust
attack with Raxen on the floor.
"Kyrna always had a tic she would bat her eyes two times in rapid succession
just before cumming. And she just did."
Four pairs of alien eyes stared at the monitor as the screams grew in pitch
and her boobs, and especially her hellishly huge nipples, started swelling
and horribly distending, growing bumps and protrusions on all sides, with
long luminous green veins breaking out on her skin going everywhere, her
clit gaining one, then two massive green veins from bottom to top, the
thrusts coming faster and faster, and faster, and faster...
"She's going to blow," Denya screamed, and dove to the ground, her crash
dive cushioned by her cleavage, triggering a howl of pain.
An atmosphere-ripping ghostly scream reverberated through the ship, and all
monitors in the restructuring room went black.

"Can you get any image at all ?", Yriel asked, concerned.
Raxen looked up, irritated, "I'm trying, I'm trying! Looks like the vid
pickups are damaged - that, or covered over with something."
"Let me at this," Harika said, fingers flying over the console.
"There's a command sequence that'll blow cleaning liquid over the pickups
just for this kind of occasion and ... ah, there it is.
Harika triggered the command and one by one the vid pickups were blown
partially clean of the thick layer of foam covering them.
"Where's Kyrna ?" Denya asked, flicking through the partially covered
and messy feeds.
"I'm more interested in knowing the fate of the restructurer," Yriel said
dejectedly. "If it's destroyed or damaged our mission is effectively
over and we can go home. And we'll have some serious explaining to do
then as well."
"I've got an image, panning now," Harika called.
"Which pickup is that from," Yriel asked as Harika moved the camera 
around the chamber.
"There's an emergency narrow angle pickup in the crown of the room for this
kind of thing. I can't pan down far though."
"I can't get any data through this feed," Yriel complained.
"Of course you can't," Harika bit back, "It's only an emergency feed to
check the chamber. I'll send cleaner bots in in a minute to get the main
feeds back online, now that it appears safe to unseal."
	The next few minutes were agonizing to all of them as the small
bots cleaned off the main video and data pickups, slowly giving them
a full view of the chamber and its contents.
"OK, I've got data feed," Yriel called, fingers flying.
"Video live, we're on air again," Harika said, typing.
"Good news: the restructurer lives. It's slightly damaged and severely
drained, we can't use it for at least a week or so, but it's still alive."
"What about Kyrna ? Where is she ? And how big ?"
"Found her. She's lying at the edge of the chamber."
"Can you get a feed at her ?"
"Coming up."
Briefly the image was blocked by a cleaning bot wiping the last bit of
thick foamy stuff off, but then it focussed on the slatey blue figure
lying motionless on the floor, mostly covered in mountains of thick minty
green foam.
"Mistress' Misery. This can't be true." Denya mumbled. "She's looks huge."
"Nine Rings," Raxen said in awe, "now that's what I call a result."
"What's the data on her ?" Harika whispered.
"Heaven and hell ..." Yriel whispered and began working the systems, 
pulling up the data.
"Alive. 32 feet tall. No higher brain functions at all. I found basic
speech recognition, basic lingual recognition, motor control, both
voluntary and involuntary. Checking other fuctions ... no ... this cannot
be ... that's ... impossible. She has no other functions. The rest is
simply devoted to a massive pleasure center. Physically ... body plan looks
to be correct, her breasts ... Mistress of Mistresses ... her breasts ..."
"What's wrong with those ?" Denya asked anxiously.
"I think it's better you're not around to see those right now," Yriel said.
"Why don't you all go to your posts ? I'll take care of things here."
"I want to see them first," Harika said firmly.
"It's better you not, for now," Yriel said softly. "Please."
	They looked at each other, but complied with Yriel's wish and went
off to their respective posts, waiting for word.
"Oh oh oh, Kyrna, Kyrna, Kyrna," Yriel mused. "You always wanted to be the
biggest and best of them all. And now you are, now you are."
Four Cradles moved into the room and gently picked up Kyrna's massive bulk
off the floor, two to pick up her body, one each to support her massive, 
stiff, balloon-shaped breasts, before hovering past a small army of cleaner
bots that washed the foamy substance off her unconscious form.
She set the Cradles to transport her to a nutrient pool, but when they got
there is was clear there was no way she was going to fit in it, her legs
and lower body would go in, but the two slate blue monstrosities that were
her tits would never fit inside, each having a diameter larger than the
tanks.
Remembering there was a large nutrient bath at the far end of the hold,
she instructed the Cradles over there while she checked its volume.
It would be a tight fit, she mused, and rather than be suspended in the
liquid 'Kyrna' would have to sit upright. Oh well, her boobs would make
sure she wouldn't shift - looked like they would fill out the pool very
nicely.

Finishing off that litle job, she called the crew to the briefing room.
"We have three problems right now," she said. "The first is we don't have
a functioning restructurer for at least another week. Even after that
week, it'll be of limited function - a full recovery will likely take
a month or so. Our second problem is our ex-captain: yes, I'll show you
what she looks like in a few, don't worry. We're going to have to do some
serious explaining when - or even if - we get back. And the third problem I
would like to discuss with you all: what do we do with this planet ?"
"Take it, and take our people to a new level of lust," Raxen said.
"I'm not so sure," Denya said. "We've all experienced one way or another
how horribly wrong it can go. Maybe we're better off just leaving it."
Harika pursed her lips and thought for a moment.
"I don't know," she finally said, "there's merit in both your points: we
would be fools to leave this place, but we would also be fools to take it.
That leaves the deciding vote with you, Yriel."
"And I can't decide either. But I know that if I communicate the data back
they'll decide to invade purely on the basis of suitability. They'll ignore
any and all warnings and cautions attached to it."
"Then it's a case of when in doubt, fuck till you pass out." Raxen said.
Denya thought about it, and shook her head.
Harika thought for a moment, then sighed, and shook her head as well.
"No, she said. "Not in this case. I'd rather mark this planet as hazardous
than habitable. The instability of the specimens, coupled with the dramatic
protoplasmic effects really make it too dangerous."
"We should at the very least set up a harvesting unit here," Raxen moped.
"That wouldn't be a bad idea," Yriel agreed. "And I'll recommend we do, but
I will otherwise mark the planet as a hazard, but with some ... interesting
resources."
"Now that that's out of the way," Denya giggled, "how's Kyrna - or rather,
how big is Kyrna ?"
"Very, very, very big," Yriel said, putting up the images on the holo.
"Damn me and my kin," Harika gasped, "is she that big ?"
"I wonder," Raxen smiled, "what happens when she gets horny."
"Those boobs are insane! They're so much bigger than she is! And take a
look at those nipples - they're monsters!" Denya squealed.
"I wanna fuck her," Raxen said, her eyes glued to the image.
"How do you fuck something over four times your size with tits that big?"
"I don't care, I'll find a way. But I wanna fuck her."
"Not for another couple days," Yriel said. "I first want to see if there
are any aftereffects and let the protoplasm settle and convert first."
"Sure, okay," Raxen said, squeezing her breasts, "but then I want to fuck
with her."
"I think we all do," Harika said, shifting her legs to control the itch 
between them.
"What do we do in the intervening time," Denya queried Yriel.
"Good question. I think it's time we started cleaning up a little left
and right. We're carrying nine subjects that are no further use to us; and
I would like to locate a spot to recommend for that harvesting station."

They spent the next few weeks going from place to place, trying to find a
good location to hide their 'harvesting station', not really finding any
place meeting all their criteria. To Raxen's (and the other crewmembers)
frustration the intense search left no time for a good, thorough play
session, and Yriel was adamant she wanted that site fixed, pinned down
and under construction, having phoned home to report the loss of Kyrna, 
filing her reports, and requesting a ship with the materials to build the
station they planned.
	"How is it possible," Harika complained, "that a planet with so
many inhabitants and so much room has so few loctions that meet our
requirements."
"Maybe we're not looking in the right places," Denya suggested. "We're
constantly investigating these remote, barren locations - but they're all
unsuitable because there are not enough humans nearby. Perhaps we should
try and hide it in or near a population center."
"It'll get found and destroyed then," Kirga, the commander of the supply
ship said bitterly, "and our effort will have been wasted."
"Maybe not," Yriel said. "You had an idea, Denya ?"
"Well, going through the behavior pattern databases I noticed these humans
have specific zones where they exchange valuables for brief periods of 
lust. Perhaps we could somehow make use of that ?"
"How ?" Kirga was still skeptical.
"We could build a station underground, nearby, and connect it to such a
zone via a low pressure tunnel. "
"And then abduct a few every now and then when our supplies run out ?
"Yeah, like that. If it's only a few occasionally, they won't notice - 
these lust workers seem to represent the lowest rung on their social
ladder anyway."
"But if demand rises it will be that much harder to cover up for. They
may catch on and either move the zone or actively search for the source
of the disappearances," Kirga objected, "and it's really hard to hide
our supply flights near these population centers. No, we would do far
better to keep investigating those remote sites."
"Very well," Yriel said firmly. "We write off this planet as a hazard, dump
the useless specimens and we go home. This argument isn't helping us and
this species doesn't fit the behavioral patterns we're expecting. I do
like Denya's idea - but ultimately building the station is Kirga's call,
she captains the supply ship, and commands the base materials."
"There is one possibility we have discounted so far," Harika ventured.
"Which would be ?"
"Captain Kirga, can this base be built under water ?"
"Possibly. Why ?"
"Cover. We can move ships underwater to open sea to make supply runs, thus
lowering detection profile. These humans love the seas but they also fear
them. Abducting specimens from boats in bad weather will give us plausible
cover as well. Additionally we can run collection raids on coastal cities
if supplies are low, and target the zones Denya indicated."
"What's the deep ocean depth here ?" Kirga asked, interested.
"Around 13,000 feet."
"No problem then." Kirga clapped her hands. "Brilliant solution. I agree."
"Does this mean we get to have our 'little' bit of fun soon," Denya asked,
smiling slyly.
Kirga raised an eyebrow at Yriel, half-asking for an explanation, who just
smiled, "Exploration has its particular perks."

After Kirga was gone, back to her own ship, to start construction on the
base, Yriel gave Denya a clip around the ear.
"Ouch! What was that for," she wailed.
"For mentioning our private enjoyment in front of Kirga. They don't have
to know about it."
"Won't they find out when we get back ?"
"Not necessarily. I happen to know a place on the edge of the Nine Circles
that is very private and very comfortable. And very large."
"So what do we have left to do here," Harika asked.
"We'll deposit those nine useless specimens tonight," Yriel said, "near one
of those urban lust zones; ought to create a nice bit of chaos. Then we'll
start heading home. And when we get there we're going to throw a private
party. A very, very big one."
"Perchance involving ..." Denya hinted.
"Among others yes."
"I can't wait," Harika moaned.
	About three weeks later the ship docked at a large asteroid base
in the outer reaches of Hadiz Circle, and the crew disembarked.
"What is this place," Raxen asked.
"This used to be a warbase in the Circle Wars," Yriel explained. "It was
abandoned after the war, no longer necessary."
"How did you find this place anyway," Denya asked.
"Tribal elder told me about it. Well, she had heard from her elder about
this place, really. It was told to me as a piece of trivia, that somewhere
in the outer reaches of the Hadiz Belt there was supposed to have been
a warbase in the Wars. I don't know what it was used for though, but I'm
guessing it was a fleet base given the scale of of the place. I've been
coming here often when I was younger and less responsible - and I figured
this was as good a place as any to stash our former captain and some other
goodies we acquired."
"Then what ?"
"Then we go to base, turn in the ship, file our reports and come back here
for the party. Shouldn't take more than a day to get sorted, and I've got
a personal shuttle on base."
After offloading the large tub with their blue sex monster in it, as well
as the three specimens they had retained, plus a supply of protoplasma, all
of which was against orders and regulations anyway, they hightailed it to
base, filed their respective expedition reports, and hopped back on Yriel's
shuttle to the base.
"Hey Yriel - won't they read out the ship's navlog and find the the warbase
that way ?" Denya asked.
"Don't worry," she said while setting the ship on autopilot, "I told the
ship's computer to ignore that diversion and not log it."
"You're scary," Raxen said. "You cover just about every eventuality."
"That's because I know how the rules work. Been there, done that."
	They laughed and made fun the rest of the journey out to the old
base, then zipped in a shuttle dock.
"Uhm, Yriel," Harika said, worried. "How comes that this base is under
power ? It doesn't look very abandoned to me - it's all clean, pressurized
and everything works. I've been to a few abandoned warbases but I've
never seen one in this good a state."
"I don't know either," Yriel admitted, "but my guess is that this base was
built late in the Wars, and must have some sort of self-sustaining system
in it. A lot of later bases had, and some of those are still being used."
Setting up camp in a section of the base proved to be easier than they
expected and soon they gathered to give their ex-captain a testdrive.
"Mistress' Misery," Raxen said, "she's even bigger than I thought. How the
hell are we going to get her out of, and back into, that nutrient tub ?"
"Even more pressing," Harika said, "How are we going to restock that tub
on a regular basis ?"
"All taken care of," Yriel said smiling. "I found the plans of the base in
its main computer - there should be a pair of standard nu-feeds on that
wall behind the tub, and there are pipes are in that locker over there.
With the main power still on, that should generate enough power to keep
rejuvenating the tub contents. As for getting in and out - this used to be
a ship dock, so it must have an overhead crane for moving large objects."
"And she qualifies as large indeed," Denya drooled in anticipation.
	A few hours later they were all set up and ready for their very
first sex monster ride, using a remote-op crane to lift their creation out
of its sustaining tub onto the floor of the dock.
"How do we position her ?" Harika asked.
"Anyone any preferences ?", Yriel polled.
"I think flat on her back is the only option," Raxen said.
"We can keep her sitting up like this as well."
"She can't move without assistance of the crane ?"
"With those ? Unlikely," Yriel scoffed.
"Let's go find out," Denya said, stealing a smile before she started
climbing up the arm and sitting down on the massive shoulder.
"Stand up," she said in Kyrna's ear.
The luminous green eyes opened, and while Denya held on to the ear, Kyrna
began standing up, lifting her titanic breasts up in the air.
"No way. No way. Those things must weigh tons." Harika gasped.
"Where to," Denya called down.
They briefly conferred in hushed tones, then Yriel called up to maneuver
her so to lay flat on her back in the center of the massive space. Denya
relayed the instruction, and Kyrna mindlessly carried it out, reclined, 
and laid down wide-legged in the middle of the disused dock, massive boobs
splayed out to either side of her comparatively diminutive body.
Denya bounced back to the others. "See, we don't really need the crane."
"She's a monster," Harika said hushed. "I can only hope Yriel's brainscans
are correct and she isn't busy tricking us - she could squish us in an
instant if she wanted."
"My scans are correct," Yriel said firmly. "I doublechecked them against
those I had on file from before. There's nothing left of either her old
personality or her memories."
"Well, shall we ?" Raxen said, staring down the huge lust tunnel wide open
between Kyrna's legs, determined to stimulate it until she came, whatever
effort it took.
"Hell yeah," Harika said, gazing at the massive structures on the summit
of the blue lust mountains.
The group broke apart, cheering like schoolkids, each rushing to their
preferred place to have fun.
Yriel climbed up on Kyrna's head and positioned her snatch over the huge
mouth. "Lick me," she commanded, "lick me till I cum."
The mouth opened and out came a huge tongue, which started lapping at her
crotch, sending Yriel into ecstasy.
Raxen climbed up the massive lust lips to the huge, glowing pulsing knob
mounted above, dragging her breasts over it until her nipples were so hard
they pushed into it, then started kissing and fondling it until it surged
upwards and came to erection, triggering a flood of liquid oozing from
between the lust gate beneath. More, Raxen thought, I want more.
Harika and Denya made the long climb up a massive blue orb, helping each
other further up to reach the heaving summit.
Clambering up the half-spherical, pulsing aureola wasn't easy, but they
finally managed to reach the base of the massive nipple.
"This thing is huge," Harika panted from the long climb.
"Shall we try and get it to erect ?" Denya asked, eyes glinting.
"With Yriel and Raxen going at it we ought to manage yes," Harika said,
and started smooching the massive dark blue pillar, rubbing her swollen
crotch and breasts into it, running her tongue up and down the small
glowing green vein going up around it.
Their efforts were soon rewarded as the whole thing heaved, then rose,
big lumps and bumps appearing on the aureola beneath them, the dull glow
of the small veins getting brighter as well.
"Help me up ?" Harika asked.
"What are you planning ?"
"I wanna see the top."
"So do I."
"I'll help you up. Now gimme a hand."
Denya boosted Harika up to the top of the massive shaft, then Harika 
reached down and pulled Denya up the bumpy wall to the top.
"Look at that valve! It's big enough to walk through," Harika pointed.
"If you fell in you'd never get out again I think," Denya said.
"I got a naughty plan," Harika said smiling.
"How naughty ?"
"VERY naughty."
"Well, tell me."
"Let's try to pull it open. You on this side, me on that side, legs over
the edge, grab the skin folds there and there, and pull."
"That's dangerous. We don't know what's in here."
"Aw, c'mon, can't be much anymore. She had well over a month to settle.
Let's just do it. I've never stared into a tit before."
Harika crabbed over to the other side, bent down, grabbed onto the skin
and kicked back, bracing her legs over the edge.
Denya did the same, and as the soft fleshy surfaced under them heaved and
trembled thanks to Raxen and Yriel's action, they nodded at each other
and gave it a good, hard, sharp pull.
Raxen was sitting down on the glowing, pulsing clit, digging her ankles
into its base, grinding her crotch into it, grabbing handfuls of it and
pushing her hands in, feeling it grow, and grow, and distend, and each time
it surged upwards, more fluid oozed out of the great gate below her.
Yriel had cum several times already, Kyrna's rough tongue sending her
flying into ecstasy, and decided she wanted something else.
She bent over, hanging her large yellow breasts between Kyrna's lips.
"Suck my tits," she moaned, "suck them completely."
Kyrna's mouth closed around the large, lemon-colored breasts, her large
lips up against Yriel's chest, and her cheeks drew hollow, drawing the
two large balloons inside the mouth stiff and hard, nipples erect.
"Again," she panted, "harder."
A storm of exhaled air passed over her as Kyrna breathed out through her
nose, then the cheeks went hollow and Yriel felt like her nipples were
being ripped off her breasts, and her boobs off her chest, feeling them
balloon and stretch, loving the feeling.
"Harrrrrrder," she crooned.
Another storm, and again Yriel's soft breasts briefly swelled to massive
balloons inside the large mouth, feeling like being torn off.
"Once more," she begged, "as hard as you impossibly can."
Kyrna sucked again, then three things happened in conjunction:
While Harika and Denya didn't succeed in pulling open the valve on top of
one of the steadily engorging breasts, they still managed to trigger a
single huge lust wave down it, while Raxen managed to trigger the first
impulse of an absolute killer orgasm, and through the intense vacuum, a
last remnant of protoplasm squirted out of Yriel's breasts into Kyrna.
	It started with a low, evil, dark rumble at the base of her giant
blue lust balloons.
Yriel pulled her battered tits out of Kyrna's mouth, cursing her stupidity
when she saw they had gotten all baggy and stretched out, thick ugly
stretch marks lining them from base to top, her nipples studded with bumps,
bleeding slightly.
Another rumble, and Harika and Denya came sliding down the breast, getting
off in a hurry.
Raxen became aware of the deep growling sounds on either side of her,
feeling the massive mound under her feet swell and grow, the knob she had
been working on swelling, distorting, thick veins of evil green breaking
the surface of Kyrna's slate skin, rising from the base of her breasts
upwards to the top, snaking their way over her body down to her swelling
crotch, while more and more liquid oozed out of distending lust gate.
Not wasting any time, she jumped off Kyrna, racing towards the far side of
the dock the others were also making for, Yriel cursing and holding up her
painful breasts, Harika and Denya with real fear in their eyes, running as
fast as their legs would carry them.
Behind them, the rumbling continued, growing louder, the pulsing glow
getting brighter, the floor trembling.
They reached the far wall and only then did they turn back.
"What happened to your .." Harika pointed at Yriel's breasts.
"Later," she replied in agony, "I think we have bigger problems now."
"Fucking big," Raxen agreed.
The thick green veins completely besieged Kyrna's mammarial mountains now,
penetrating the fortresses at the top, infiltrating them, setting them
ablaze with more thick, glowing lines, while her cunt was completely
encircled with the same luminous, evil tendrils under her skin.
"Is she going to explode ?" Denya asked fearfully.
"I don't know," Yriel gritted her teeth, "but whatever happens I want to
see it."
	The breasts began to balloon, getting rounder and rounder, 
springing upward against each other, stretching out vertically, while her
huge ass lifted off the ground, as her enormous legs tensed, digging the
toes into the metal floor, her massive hands clawing into it as well.
Veins wrapped around her legs and arms, springing up from within, as if
constricting Kyrna.
Her breasts continued to stretch and stretch vertically, her vein-encrusted
nipples having tripled in length already, her aureolae distended to almost
full spheres, and still they kept growing bigger, towering higher.
Her ass strained in its net of veins, then started spreading, tightening,
rounding, growing, followed soon by her upper legs, but not only did they
get thicker and rounder, they got longer, as well, followed soon by her
arms and lower legs, her hands and feet swelling out of the indents in the
floor as she began to stretch in every direction, her bent legs
straightening out, her arms locking in a stright position pointing away
from her body, hands siffening in an outstretched position, ever expanding,
ever growing, her boobs still rising and stretching upwards.
"Fuck me," Raxen gasped. "How big is she going to get ?"
"Is it even safe to remain here," Denya questioned, gazing up.
"I don't think anywhere is safe right now," Harika said, "so we may as well
watch. If we die, at least we'll die happy knowing we've seen both the
biggest succubus ever, with the biggest damn ever boobs."
	Between Kyrna's stretched legs, her mound had been steadily
distending and swelling, pushing her legs apart, until it was bigger than
one of her ass cheeks, still growing, her lust lips thick tubes, bulging
from within, her flashing clit a tall tower swaying above it, and still
she got bigger.
Harika bit her lip, then threw caution to the wind. She stepped away from
the wall where they were huddling and walked to Kyrna's bloating form.
The others screamed her to come back, but Harika was just entranced by the
bloating, swelling, expanding form in front of her.
The vast bluish boobs still rose, and widened, her aureolae looking more
like breasts on top of her breasts, her nipples distorted shafts, covered
with massive green lanes, bulges and bumps.
Walking up to the crotch, Harika stretched out her hands and gently put
them on a patch of distended blue skin.
To her surprise, it felt soft, and pliable, not hard as she had expected.
Sliding her hands over the skin, she loved the feeling, as she gazed up
at the widening, expanding crotch still oozing precum fliud.
Holding out her hand, Harika caught a drop in her hand and smelt it.
It was really sweet, and as she ran her the ooze through her hand, it felt
really good, not knowing what to do with it, she smeared it on her breasts.
Ducking under the massive leg, she walked up to one of the still distending
breasts, and put her hand on it, curious, afraid, but also horny as hell.
Soft. Pliable. Next she ran her hand over one of the green lanes, finding
it as soft and pliable as well, but when she touched it the lane instantly
bulged out towards her, growing brighter and wider until she let go, when
it returned to its former state.
	She scrambled up on one of hands, and briefly the hand and arm 
sagged, but she hung on to one of the swelling fingers and began to walk up
the arm, staring at Kyrna's locked visage, eyes blazing with light, mouth
snapped shut, carefully stepping onto her chest, feeling the soft, pliable
surface below her, stepping carefully around the green veins, squeezing
between the two bulging breasts, feeling the green veins bulge and press up
against her - fuck, it felt good!
Goosestepping around the huge pulsing green veins she reached her goal, the 
glowing, distended tower standing guard over the bulbous cunt.
There wasn't a shred of skin left, only a single pulsing, glowing, growing
tower of green, wobbling and rising as Kyrna stretched and grew.
Getting down on her knees, Harika stuck her hand between the soft cunt
lips and felt Kyrna surge under her.
"Harika, get off there," Denya screamed, "Kyrna just grew about a tenth
when you did that!"
"Did she ?" Harika asked excited.
"Yes! Now get off there, I swear, she's going to BLOW!"
"And like I told you, I don't CARE! If you want to get yourself to safety,
do that, I'm going to see how big she can get."
She kneeled and plunged her arm in Kyrna's pulsing throbbing cunt, feeling
her arm coat with thick, sweet love ooze as Kyrna bucked under her, and
looking back she saw the breasts rocket up, felt the thick distended cunt
lips close around her arm, saw the legs in front of her stretch further
away from her.
Drawing her arm out, she smeared the thick, delicious liquid all over her
tits and pussy, and it turned her on.
Moaning, she decided she wanted this to go faster. She slid her hands
over the huge guard tower rising high atop Kyrna's mound, felt it bulge
and swell, felt it ... grow.
Looking around, she saw Kyrna expand, faster than when she had her arm
in her cunt and then, with full abandon, pressed her breasts and crotch
into it and began sliding up and down, cooing, moaning as the towering
clit swelled into a large ball, pushing her down against Kyrna's abdomen,
pulsing, pushing her breasts apart as it enveloped her, feeling like
being pushed under a huge bubblegum bubble.
Harika spread her legs and hooked them into the glowing ball, bucking it,
pushing it, making love to it, feeling it swell, feeling Kyrna swell,
bigger and bigger, more and more.
	The others had consigned themselves to their fate and watched Harika
fuck against the clit, seeing it balloon to a huge soft ball, heard her
moans of lust as she cavorted on the ballooning Kyrna, who was now towering
in the massive ship bay.
"How big is this bay anyway," Raxen asked.
"Real huge. I don't precisely know." Yriel said, entranced.
"Heavens. She's filling this place out."
"Yes, but it's getting slower," Denya pointed out.
"Fuck, if I was that big and growing I'd slow down yeah," Raxen moaned.
Harika was completely buried under the luminous green ball, feeling it
push apart her cunt lips, envelop her breasts, pinching her swollen
nipples. She bucked faster, swaying side to side to rub her crotch against
this weird glowing green ball that was slowly infiltrating her.
Harika pushed her legs deeper, feeling them encased in sleeves in the big
ball, feeling her cunt lips pushed apart as a protrusion pushed inside her,
she began to scream in lust, getting ready to cum.
Not yet, she thought, not yet. Gotta get her bigger. Gotta get this weird
bubble to make me feel better.
Grinding down, she felt the protrusion penetrate deeper, getting bigger,
wider, longer, until she was stretched to capacity.
The final touch came when it molded over her swollen clit and began
exerting pressure on it, not constant, but in pulses, in rhythm with her
relentless thrusting.
Finally she gave in, arching her back, she swept up her arms and hugged the
glowing green bubble, kissing it passionately like was her best lustmate.
Well, right now it was to her, because fuck, it felt great.
Kyrna, now 1100 feet from had to toe, her breasts easily 2000 feet tall, and
over 600 wide, shuddered and shook for a few seconds.
For a moment the glow dimmed, turning flat lime green, pulsed, pulsed again,
and then Kyrna began to shake.
Her cunt lips burst apart, her 200ft tall nipple-balloons almost split open
as the valve failed, and her ass sagged apart, and enormous amounts of
bright green foam began roaring out as Kyrna began deflating, getting
smaller and smaller as the flood of foam spilt over the floor, sending the
three succubi on the floor scrambling, fleeing into a hallway and closing
the door behind them.
"What about Harika ?" Denya asked, panicked and concerned.
"She's probably in the safest place she can be under that bubblegum clit,
and even if she wasn't there's nothing we can do," Yriel said, tears in her
eyes from the pain in her breasts.
They ran up a few sets of stairs to an observation deck, seeing the four
geysers of foam spurt as Kyrna got smaller.
Harika stood on Kyrna's shrinking abdomen, surrounded by roaring streams
of foam, leaning on the deflating clit balloon, smooching it, ramming her
crotch into it as it got smaller until it no longer afforded enough support.
Sticking her hand in the squirting stream of foam she felt it, rubbing it
all over her, giggling because it felt so weird and tingly.
Grabbing a pair of handfuls of the foam, she smeared it on her breasts,
giggling as the tingling sensation felt good, beckoning her friends to come
down from the observation deck, sliding down a deflating leg, squealing in
pleasure from the feeling it gave in her crotch, until she was deep into
the tingling, green foam, jumping around while Kyrna further deflated, lost
in the deep layer of foam somewhere in the center.
After a quick jump to take a breath, she thought her breasts slapped 
a little diferent against her body, but she didn't take much notice of it,
making for one of the doors at the side of the dock to meet the rest.
It took two more jumps, and her tits felt different every time, before she
located the door, opened it, stepped through together with a wave of foam,
and closed it behind her.
	When she got up to the observation deck, her friends were all 
staring at her.
"What ?" Harika said. "I just had the biggest, greatest fuck possible with
you gals looking on scared and all you can do is stare ?"
"Have you looked at yourself recently then ?" Denya asked, ogling.
"No, why then," Harika asked and looked down. "Oh wow. I like these."
She hefted her very full, bulbous breasts and slid her hands over her turgid
full nipples, bringing one of them to her mouth and sucking on it.
"That stuff is great, you ought to play in it," she said.
"Thanks but no thanks," Yriel gritted.
"What happened to you ?" Harika said, her eyes saddening.
"I fucked up. But don't worry, I have an idea to correct it, even if I
don't really like the outcome."
"Any idea how we're going to clean this dock ?" Raxen asked.
"We wait," Yriel said. "The foam will turn to liquid which will drain."
"We can't wait. Kyrna will die if we don't get her out of there. And as much
as I hate her, I really want to know what became of her after this."
"She may already be."
"I don't care," Raxen said. "I'm going down to check on her."
"And how far do you think you'll get before your breasts are too large ?"
"I saw spacesuits in a locker down the hall. I'm smart."
"Then go."
"I'm going with," Denya said. "Two is safer than one."
They ran down the stairs, got the suits from the locker and waded into the
thick layer of foam covering the floor.
Yriel took the time to check on herself, swearing at her stupidity, telling
to Harika what she had done.
"How are you going to solve it ?", she asked.
"500cc down the center. Just to pull everything snug and straight again.
I'll take the extra volume as price for my stupid action."
"We found her," Raxen called over the radio.
"How is she ?" Harika asked.
"She's big, but not huge. Well, sorta. Shall we bring her up or throw her
in the nutrient bath ?"
"Throw her in the nutrient bath then come back here. We'll be holed up in
this section for a while until the foam goes down."
Harika saw the two suited figures haul a large figure to the bath and very
unceremoniously push her in, making a big splash, almost like manhandling a
rag doll, before returning to the rest.
Harika took Yriel by the hand, leading her down into one of the smaller
rooms they had set up and gave her the injection nozzle. "Sit down."
Numb from the pain, Yriel pushed the nozzle into her slit.
"Can you focus enough ?"
"Don't have much choice. Misery, this hurts so fucking much."
"You're bleeding too."
"It's only a little. Give me a few."
Yriel closed her eyes, tuned out the pain and cleared her head.
"Yeah, hit me."
Whirr.
Must pull up. Stabilize. Tuck in. Fill out. Yriel breathed calmly, holding
her thoughts for a few minutes, the throbbing pain in her chest slowly
dying down, before thinking of release.
Instantly she looked down.
"Well," she said, smiling, "that was a little more than I bargained for."
She fondled her full, balloonlike breasts, standing proudly erect on her
chest, nipples pointing forward.
"They sprang up real fast," Harika said. "I figured I'd better not distract
you lest I screw it up."
"Thanks. Oh well, I preferred them a little softer and lower, but these
will do nicely."
They went back up, joining Raxen and Denya, then watched and waited until
the foam broke down and drained into the base's sewage system before
checking up on Kyrna.
	"Well, at least she's not that insanely large anymore," Raxen said.
"She still is, in proportion. She's just smaller overall," Denya remarked.
"Well, 10 feet tall will fuck a hell of a lot better than 32 feet tall."
"But not as good as 800 tall," Harika giggled.
Raxen reached in and squeezed one of Kyrna's huge, but soft, balloonlike
breasts, amazed her body responded immediately by erecting her nipples and
huge clit, swelling up her lust mound, bulging out her pussy lips like a
thick, fleshy flower.
"Horny little girl," Yriel said condescendingly.
"We're going to have fun with her for a long time," Denya giggled.
"Yes, we will," Harika said sitting on the edge of the bath, stirring the
support liquid with a finger.
"And to think this all started with a visit to a backwater planet. One with
very weird lifeforms. Called 'Earth'. Who in the universe would call their
planet 'Earth'. That's such a stupid name," she mused.
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