A shrill squeak reverberated down the empty hallway as the door opened. Benton peeked his head around the corner in an almost unconscious affirmation that he was the prey being hunted in this scenario. Across the room Luna sat up in an old office chair, frayed edges could be seen on the back showing the effect of wear while being sat on through hours of typing.
Her back was to Benton, she was looking at some mirror-like screens displaying data outputs of varying degrees, but as soon as Benton entered the room a sweet trill sound played through the overhead speaker system in the ceiling stating, "_Civilian Detected_" and the monitors faded from their normal tasks to show a cleanly animated wallpaper of the milky way galaxy.
Luna's desk and chair were raised slightly above the rest of the room on some sort of pedestal, Benton suspected she had it installed herself so she could be both physically and mentally "above" whoever meets her in her office. Even with her back to him Benton could see the fabric of Luna's (necessarily) custom-made military service uniform stretching to encircle her pendulous breasts peeking out on either side of the chair.
"_It had to have been from a time when Luna was less bodacious._ _This may be an old office of hers before she went space-side",_ Benton mused, "_might be the last one that hasn't been destroyed by a growth episode."_
As Luna swung around in the chair to face him, he did his best to make his eyes meet hers, rather than meet the tsunami of tit-flesh attempting to follow the centripetal force of her chair pivot, impeded only by the crafty seam-work of Kilian's best tailors. To calm the curvaceous earthquake in her upper body Luna instinctively folded her arms as she turned to face Benton. Arms folded and legs crossed, Luna pursed her lips in what looked like a pout before blowing upward to dispel one of the bangs that had dared to fall into her line of sight.
Uncrossing one of her arms and letting her left tit (which Benton had long ago noticed was slightly bigger than her right) fall to its resting place on her knee, she pointed at a smaller table with two chairs in front of her desk.
"Have a seat, Benton" she said with a cold stern expression only broken by the faintly sadistic smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she said his name.
Benton turned around to close the door, with his back to Luna, if only to attempt to erase the thoughts from of his head of hefting her titanic ta-tas in each hand as he firmly...
"I said have a seat."
Luna's command Benton snapped back to reality as the seemingly creaky old door automatically closed (_and locked?_) in front of him.
"You really need to work on your bedside manner," Benton proclaimed as he pulled back a chair at the table to sit down.
"Oh, please Benton, I've seen how tender and nurturing you can be when your twenty feet tall with a dick the size of a..."
"Enough!" Benton exasperatingly proclaimed looking away from Luna as his hand fidgeted with his suspenders. Checking his watch, he noticed the band looked a little tighter than usual.
"_Can't be here long, shouldn't this office be outfitted with dampers?"_
"Look Benton you're the one who suggested this so at least be grateful that I am hosting you in a safe location." Luna's mocking tone betrayed both pride and excitement for the current situation. "As you know I'm very busy lately with blah blah blah..."
"_She's the one who orchestrated this_!" Benton fumed silently; hands clenched on his thighs "_it's not like I need an excuse to be in the same room as her_, _my intellect is the best chance of being able to stabilize her battery ability!"_
Another loud squeak brought Benton back, as Luna stood up from her chair, hands on the desk, her bosom pendulously hanging above an ornate name plate reading "COM. Masters".
"Let's get started then!" Luna opened a drawer in the desk and brought out an old standard chess clock with mechanical buttons. Sauntering around the desk to the front she faced Benton holding the clock, her breasts casting a shadow over him, as the only light came from the monitors behind her.
"Standard bullet-chess rules then?"
"Of course!" Benton's arms folded as the table in front of him suddenly began to emit light and a generic chess board, pieces already placed, materialized in front of him.
_"I did not realize they had managed to miniaturize the teleportation technology to this degree, that would explain why the dampers were lowered briefly"_ Benton mused as he pushed his glasses up on his nose and put on a stern expression to mask his jealously for Luna's clearly top-rate furnishings.
"I see you spare no expense Commander."
"Enough with the formality Benton, I'll be beating you momentarily." Luna stepped down and began to take her seat. Benton noticed that the table was suddenly raising higher. On closer inspection it was not the table but a platform underneath the table bringing it upward to Benton's chest.
Luna planted her plump rear in the seat which creaked audibly as the table finished adjusting to its new height, which Benton noticed was just high enough to obscure most of her bosom as she leaned forward and placed the clock on the side of the chess board.
"I know how much you love staring at my boobs, so I've done you the favor of obscuring them" Luna purred grasping one breast and hefting it up enough so that the overflow spilled onto the table nearly knocking over a rook.
"Unnecessary but do as you wish," Benton stated, one eye on Luna's lascivious undulations while mindlessly fiddling with his ornate chess pieces. "_These are not normal solid pieces,"_ he mused.