AUTHOR'S NOTE: In this story there is nudity, female growth from above average height to giga, some vore, sexual acts, crushing, destruction and violence. Don't read it if it offends you. I hope you like it, and don't hesitate to tell me what you think of it!
Chapter 1
Ever since the Chinese started with a vast space program, the United States renewed their own interest in space and increased the budget for NASA significantly. Not economics or "other problems" seemed to be the lack of their interest in space exploration that lasted for almost eighty years, but the absence of a serious competitor, like the Soviet Union during the Cold War, was. That competitor was the new super power China now.
One of the results of America's renewed space program was the construction of a space station with a particle accelerator, so sub-atomic particles could be researched in a zero gravity environment. This now ten year old space station, named "Newton", was a scientist's dream.
Many experiments were done, and many questions answered. In fact, it provided so many answers in such a short time that the scientists could hardly process all the data. Many new discoveries were recorded and then left untouched, waiting for a scientist to study them closely. But the U.S. Government wanted to make sure the tax-paying people knew that their money was well spent, and so every month a government representative was sent up to retrieve some interesting news to tell the public.
On her way to Newton, Gina looked out of the shuttle's window. She was going there at last! Even though she didn't feel like spending a full day on this space station talking about some weird particles, she was happy. It might help her to reach her goal, which was obtaining power.
For Gina, power was like an aphrodisiac. She got sexually aroused when she imagined herself to be all-powerful. She wanted things going her way, other people obeying her every command. She often fantasized of being powerful like super girl, doing whatever she pleased, unbound by law or moral. And that made her hot.
Maybe her father's upbringing made her the way she was. Having divorced his wife when Gina was still very young, she had been raised by her father. She didn't like him. He never showed her any affection, nor interest. The only thing important was his old-timer collection. No love. No praise. "If you want applause, go work in a circus," he used to say. Her mother moved to a distant city, and Gina had very rarely spoken with her. Men were more important to her mom. Gina might have inherited her sexual straightforwardness from her.
In order to reach her goal in life, Gina wanted to get to the President of The United States, bed him, fuck him, and making him do what she wanted. Yes, the President, her slave. Her marionette. That was her dream. She didn't want to become a politician herself, for she preferred staying behind the scenes. Manipulating was better. Manipulation by using her body on the most powerful man on Earth, to make him do whatever she wanted.
Gina was built for it. A twenty-two year old athletic body, with muscular arms and legs (she was a devout swimmer) and a beautiful, girlish face. She was neither tall nor small, standing 5'6. Although she had dark brown eyes, they always seemed to shine, and black hair reaching her shoulder. But her most important "weapon" was her chest.
She had quite a rack. Mother Nature had equipped her with two firm, round orbs, hardly fitting in the largest bra one could buy in a common store. They were the size of handballs.
She often imagined the President lying underneath her, his face buried in her breasts. She was using her assets then to make him give in to her wishes. Otherwise, no more titties. And like a junkie needing his shot, the President would do whatever she asked.
"I'll use my tits to make a career," Gina had often thought while admiring her naked body in a mirror at home. "Men are in charge. But also, men are weak. Easily distracted, never able to pass a chance of fucking a big boobed girl. I'll use my body, my breasts, to fuck myself to the top. The top of the world! I'll fuck every superior. Until I reach the President. And then, he'll be my slave. Once he has had my tits, he'll keep wanting them. But first, my terms. Otherwise, no fuckies anymore."
Gina reveled in that thought. She had already come far, being one of three junior government representatives, whose task it was to provide the higher-ups with information about projects the government financed. Her body and a dozen sex-starved guys from "upstairs" were the reason she held this position now. And working hard, of course.
This time, it was Gina who had been chosen to question the leading scientist at this space station, "Newton". Boring. But you had to work hard if you wanted power. And two competitors had to be dealt with.
Before her, two other young women, Mandy and Bianca, had been at Newton.
Mandy was an arrogant bitch. Her father was the ambassador of the U.S. in the United Kingdom, and it was his influence only that gave Mandy the position she had.
Bianca was a spoiled child from rich people. Her father was the director of the National Bank, who bought his princess this job. Corruption was still a scourge within the U.S. Government.
Gina hated Mandy and Bianca. They hated her. Mandy and Bianca hated each other. They were competitors, all three trying to gain influence and power at the cost of the other two.
"I'll show them," Gina always thought. "I am the best. The best questioner, the best writer, the hardest worker...and I have the body for it. A good fuck always beats the bullshit of an influential father or a load of cash."
Tomorrow she'd be leaving the space station again. Gina hoped there weren't any delays. She knew the President of the United States himself, a forty-three year old man named John Blackfield, along with three high ranked people, was going to hold a meeting tomorrow in the city she lived in, San Francisco. It was a secret, unofficial meeting (she "squeezed" that information out of a security officer five nights ago), so there was little security because they didn't want to raise suspicions. If she was able to complete her report quickly, maybe she could go to the Hilton hotel, where the meeting took place, and....
Gina's thoughts were halted abruptly when the internal speaker announced the shuttle was about to dock. Sighing, Gina took her things and prepared for the questioning. Boring, boring.
Chapter 2
"Hi, you can call me Patrick. Dr. O'Mennemen is too formal after all. You must be Gina?"
The scientist shaking her hand was a thirty-somewhat old man, speaking with a slight Irish accent. Gina had expected a man at least sixty years old to be the leading scientist.
"Hi. Yes, I'm Gina. Glad to meet you."
After having unloaded her belongings in one of the stations guest quarters, Gina got her writing equipment and went to work. The tour was boring her to death, but she kept feinting interest and wrote about subjects she never had heard about.
One of the more interesting things she had been shown was a stasis chamber were three TV sets and recording machinery stood, surrounded by a field of what was called "chroniton particles". It had something to do with time disruption, as far as Gina could understand Patrick's story. But otherwise, talk about quarks. Something called a Higgs-Boson. Boring, boring.
When the tour and questioning finally ended, she prepared to go back to her room. But Patrick had more to say.
"There is something else...." He was hesitating. Gina expected him to ask her for a date, or to have dinner together. Men usually did.
"We are working on a secret project. I don't know if I should show you...it could change the world...." Patrick looked a bit shy. Gina became interested. She could smell a sensation ten miles downwind. Sensations were good, for they attracted the attention of "upstairs". She re-readied her writing equipment.
"Tell me."
"I'd rather show you. It's in a secured room. One needs an ID card to get in there. Authorized personnel only, you know," Patrick said, showing her his ID card.
"Great!" Gina exclaimed, and five minutes later, the two stood in front of a large steel door. Warnings about security and authorized personnel only were written everywhere. Patrick put his ID card in an electronic reader, and the door opened.
Inside the room, a truck full of lab equipment stood. There were small screens showing moving lines in all colors, lights flashing, machines humming.
In the middle of the room stood a tube, about as thick as an arm and a foot tall. In it, a bright white light shone. It was like a miniature sun, save that it was perfectly white. The source couldn't be seen, it shone too bright. It made Gina's eyes water.
"This," Patrick said, "is our newest discovery. Or should I say invention? You are looking at a white hole."
"OK...." Gina never heard about a "white hole" before and didn't know what to make of it.
"Well, what do you know about white holes?" Patrick asked.
"Nothing, really. I heard of black holes, but never of white ones. I don't know much of black holes either."
"Well, a black hole is a pack of matter of infinite density. A so-called singularity. It sucks all matter towards it; nothing can escape its gravity well. Not even light, hence its name. They usually come to exist if very heavy stars implode at the end of their existence."
"Right..." Gina was writing like mad.
"It attracts everything, sucking it into its core, the gravity creating tidal forces that tear everything apart. It slows time too, since time and space are both influenced by gravity as well. Only X-rays emerge from it."
"X-rays..." Gina repeated, writing.
"Well, there was a hypothesis that the matter the black hole attracted didn't become part of the black hole itself, but went somewhere else. Into another part of the universe, or maybe even another universe. And that place was called a "white hole". It would spit out the matter coming from the black hole. Black holes swallow, white holes spit."
Gina chuckled. "Spit" and "swallow" were things she knew. It had nothing to do with physics, though.
"Six month ago, we were able to create a black and a white hole. The black one's location is unknown, but the white one is here. In that tube. The hypothesis was thus confirmed, white holes exist."
"Yes," Gina said, waiting for the clue to come.
"What comes out of the white hole is not the same matter that went into it anymore. Because of the huge gravity workings of the black hole, the matter absorbed has been processed beyond recognition, like meat in a La machine. What emerges from the white hole is a mixture of pure energy and something we call proto-matter. And the latter is a substance that can be converted into virtually everything. It can become hydrogen, oxygen, carbonate....like loose Lego stones; we can build everything we want with it."
"Everything? That'd be great!" Gina was excited. This story could give her an important edge over Mandy and Bianca. A significant step closer to the President's bed.
"Yes. Imagine, enough food for everyone! We can, for example, increase a tiny piece of meat to a size it could feed dozens of people. Or, if we want fruit or vegetables, we can grow them to giant proportions. Enormous apples. Medicine ball sized cherries. Peas, the size of...." Patrick looked at Gina's huge bust.
She didn't notice. Her mind was too occupied with a sudden idea. An exciting idea.
