What if she was bigger than that slut, Cara.. she'd show her how to catch the Captain's interest! It wouldn't be hard to do, there were probably a half dozen surgi-mod clinics at the nearest M-class station. She certainly had enough credits to get her breasts as big as she wanted.. shit, she could get them massive.. or even better, she could get an entire additional set! She bet the Captain would notice if she had four tits the size of exo-helmets!
Focus! she screamed at herself. What the hell had gotten into her?! Four breasts? For the love of Sark!
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts inside her exo-suit, she addressed the task at hand. Keep focused! She had to have her wits about her if she was going to succeed at this mission. She tried her best to push the lusty thoughts aside. At least her mind had cleared up a little bit when she slipped into the suit.
Hmm.. something occurred to her.. based on the report, she realized that she may have to contend with some sort of pheromone attack if she came in proximity to the Captain. Luckily, that hadn't occurred yet. She had concluded that her current heightened sexuality could only be blamed on the effects of the hypersleep.. everyone knew that hormonal-chemical weapons were ineffective at a distance and besides, the ships scrubbers would have quickly eliminated any contaminants.
Gliding along the outside of the hull, she knew exactly how to avoid detection. The comp, efficient and smart as it was, had several, little-known blind spots on the outside of the ship. The difficulty would be gaining access through the exterior ventral exhaust dump. She didn't want to crawl through the guts of the ship, but it seemed to be the only way.
The debriefing had been strange. Up until the Captain had terminated broadcast, constant surveillance had been sent to Core command. She had seen the preliminary effects of some sort of change in Dr. Whitney. It had obviously been an abridged overview, but she got the gist. For whatever reason, the good doctor had taken it upon herself to take advantage of the bedridden Captain. There were comprehensive details about something overactive with his periaqueductal gray matter.. or some shit like that. Science was definitely not her strong suit. She was security.. just show her where to shoot.
The 3vex display had shown the Doctor in passionate throws of an amazing blow-job... she was still surprised by Dr. Whitney's skill and excitement. She didn't think the little Doctor had it in her.. it's a wonder she ever had anyone to practice on.. seeing how.. 'homely' she looked.
Approaching her target, she felt around the edges of the hatch until she found the weak spot. The trick would be getting the door open without the computer realizing that it was actually open. This would be impossible to do or know how to do.. unless it just so happened that your daddy was an E-9 Aviation Structural Officer who liked to tell maintenance techniques instead of normal bedtime stories. Cassandra never knew what a goldmine she had gleaned from her father's narratives until she found herself actually utilizing her knowledge in the field.
Her gloved fingers located the third rivet from the edge. Moving quickly, using the small bag of supplies she had brought, she pulled out what looked like a small, silver metal box with a readout on the top. She typed in a code and the box glowed for second and then unlocked. She felt it start to get heavy but before it pulled her towards the hull, she opened it up, removed one of the small black rods inside and reached over to stand it upright on the hull rivet where it stayed put. She closed and reactivated the AG unit to make it weightless again and turned to watch the exposed rod grow heavier.
Within a moment, its matter somehow reversed, and the ultra-dense, exposed rod began to pull itself down hard against the rivet. As it became trapped in the segmented artificial gravity well, the rod's extremely high super-mass acted like an object thousands of times heavier than it appeared. They were a gift from her father. He used to bring them home from work and let her play with them; left over pieces from standard Ultradrive construction. Back on Earth, outside of their containment units, the little pieces were so heavy that no one could pick them up once they were put down. They provided a delightful prank for a young mischievous girl with too much time on her hands. Now, they were a tool. Playtime was over.
With a small snap, the rivet and rod disappeared as it succumbed to the weight and shot into the inner hull.
She was poised and ready.. she only had a few seconds to get inside once the door opened. As she predicted, the comp instantly realized there was a breach and initiated a maintenance routine to test the hatch. Internally, the gravity zone would be temporarily shut down to avoid damage until the issue was resolved.
As the door swung open, she slipped inside and quickly crawled up the exhaust dump towards the duct-work. She avoided any area that would alert the comp to her presence. In a few minutes she found herself squeezing through a pipe quite close to her target area.
Her helmet got wedged. Damn!, she cursed, the exo-suit was too bulky! She couldn't get the fucking thing through the vent. Shit! she thought, I guess there's no way around it.. I'll have to leave it behind.. I've got to keep going.
It took a bit of work, but she was able to undo the clasps and wiggle her way out of the material. The area she was in was climatized, so the suit was really unnecessary. She had only worn it this far due to the possible future threat of contamination from the Captain. But her sensors were reading normal. Her helmet readout had shown no known anomalies in the surrounding air quality. With a shrug, she detached the helmet and pushed the whole suit down below her feet.
As she squeezed her smooth yet muscular narrow shoulders through the next section of pipe, she realized that she was sweating profusely from the increased heat. Her short black hair had become messy and disheveled; it stuck to her cute, overheated face in wet strings. She gulped in the steamy air open-mouthed, like a dog panting in the summer heat. In an attempt to cool down, she started stripping off her jumpsuit as she kicked off her boots and socks. She felt every inch of the wet fabric as she peeled it from her olive skin.
From another perspective.. if you took away the pipe an observer would have mistaken her motions as highly erotic. She knew she had a nice, fit body. Her long legs were curvy yet fit. Her abs were tight and defined. The material was slippery and delicious feeling as it came off. She realized she felt quite alive and turned on. She was extremely aware of her body.. her legs.. her breasts.. her crotch.. she shook her head and focused on the task at hand. Quit that! she thought to herself, wondering what had gotten into her. She moved onward; almost all that remained on her tight sexy body was her sports bra and thong. Strapped to her right calf was a compression holster with several extra pockets filled with various tools. Sweat dripped from every pore as she pushed herself into the last and smallest section of pipework.
The tight pipe pressed against her erect nipples as she wiggled wetly around the final corner. The motion caused an uncontrollable urge to blaze up her spine.
"Ooooh.." she moaned, unable to keep herself from enjoying the feeling. She could barely move, the pipe held her like a tight lovers embrace; images of the Captain surged through her mind. Before she could help herself, she plunged her fingers beneath the wet, tight thong and began to rub herself into a frenzy. All she could seem to think about was his throbbing cock on the security video. She replayed Dr. Whitney's amazing act of fellatio over and over in her head. The smooth metal seemed to caress her sensitive breasts and thighs. The heat from the exhaust pipe was streaming across her skin, her body spasmed with emotion and she squirmed and squealed in delight as a yummy climax lit up her body like a plasma cannon.
"Uh!" she pulsed, "Oh!" "Oh Shit!" .. "OH FUCK!!" she cried as each wave of the orgasm blasted through her lithe figure. Her butt cheeks clenched and her legs flexed in a sexual rhythm. She couldn't help herself.. it felt so damn good! Colors and erotic images flashed through her head.. a few more strong jolts and it was over.. ...her bare toes curled as she basked in the afterglow of the moment.. her body hummed and shook with excitement.
But no sooner had she caught her breath and the stirrings returned.
You gotta be kidding me! she thought as her loins began to ache with a renewed craving.
Her free hand slipped up under her sports bra and caressed her firm breasts, sliding back and forth between each nipple.. pinching and squeezing the supple flesh. Thoughts of Cara's larger G cup breasts vividly popped into her mind. She imagined her own breasts growing that large, the image was amazingly vivid and consuming.. oooh they felt so nice and heavy.. both of her hands reached up to knead her imagined.. newer, larger boobies, straining to escape the thin material of her bra.
"Do you like these, Captain?" she heard herself say.
"It's about time you figured me out," he whispered in her ear from behind her. His arms wrapped around her body and she could feel his chest muscles pressing into her back. Both his large hands groped and squeezed her amazing globes.
