Wesley's Break

Organization: Finnish University and Research Network

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Without further ado...

Part 1 - Discoveries

'All that I been doing is sitting around!', thought Wesley. 'I am so bored!'

His eyes hurt from staring at the screen for so long. Since he had was on leave from the Academy, all of his studies had been suspended to give him a 'break' from school. Not only a break from all of his studies, but most of his duties had been too. The worse part was that he wasn't scheduled to catch a transport to go back to the Academy for another two weeks. He had requested to have some more assignments, but the captain himself had insisted that he take the time off. While the captain looked back on his time at the academy with a certain fondness, he also remembered that it was the busiest time in his life. Consequently Wesley started to do some studying for his next few courses at the Academy. Advanced Biology was one of his first courses, so he had been pouring through the reference texts in the computer.

"...Wesley?"

"Huh? Who?" said Wesley. Suddenly he realized he was talking to air, then he realized, "Crusher here."

"And here as well. Wesley, I expected you in the Lab 15 minutes ago, or does your busy schedule have no room for quality time with your mother?"

"Oh, sorry Mom. I was just think... Nevermind, I'll be there in a few minutes, OK?"

"OK, Crusher out."

"Crusher out." he groaned.

"God, that really gets on my nerves." Wesley smiled to himself. He glanced to the screen again and noticed what was one the screen. "That's it. All I do is... no, I gotta get going." He taped the screen to shut it off, and slipped out the door to Med Lab 3.

Beverly understood what Wesley was going through. There had been times when the most she could look forward to in a day was a couple of checkups, and some paperwork. However she never complained about the slow times. All she had to do was to remember the several times when she had to convert several of the ships cargo bays into makeshift 'field hospitals' and run herself ragged for days on end. To keep Wesley busy she had allowed him access to one of the Med Labs that weren't being used. Fortunate the med lab was visible through one of the windowed walls. Their original purpose was to let the nurse on duty keep an eye on the patients, but in this case it let her keep an eye on Wesley. She heard the familiar hiss of the door, and Wesley strode in the door. "Wesley, I let you borrow a whole lab to let you 'study' for the advanced biology class." She said with a stern look on her face.

"Oh, come on Mom. No one is using that lab and you know it." They both smiled.

"Well maybe, but that doesn't get you out of doing some work. Now you know what I am doing is against the Captain's orders, so if you don't use it, you lose it." She said with a little more conviction in her voice.

"OK, I do have some things I was working on."

"Anything I can help with. If I do say so myself, I am a little good in biology." She smiled, knowing what the response would be.

"No thanks. Besides you won't be there when I am taking the Lab finals in my courses." He said as he wandered over to the Lab.

She could see a few of the monitors from her office, and she could see the diagrams of organs from species in this sector.

Wesley powered up the main terminal in the lab. He had the info that he was looking at in his quarters up on the screen. He had lofty goals, and he didn't expect to finish the project, but he had stumbled onto something. He started to work furiously, having the computer run simulations, and tests on his new hypothesis.

Beverly came into the lab first thing in the morning, and Wesley was already there, or had he never left? She thought that he must be tired, but then realized that he was doing what he loved best. He was working. She decided to let him have his 'fun', but that she would have a talk with him later.

Wesley had been working furiously. His first test was ready. He had run the simulations dozens of times over the last night. Maybe it was the excitement or maybe it was the lack of sleep, be he picked up the hypospray and put it up to his own arm. He heard the hiss, and then he decided to go scan himself on one of the med station's bed. He turned off his terminal, turned on the bed sensors, and then slipped into sleep. The lights lowered in the lab. 'Good', Beverly thought. 'He needs the rest.'

End Part 1

Part 2 - Awakenings

Wesley blinked a few times and slowly lifted himself from the bed. He blinked a couple more times and realized that the lights had been turned down in the lab. He was ready to have the computer raise the lights slowly when they suddenly snapped back to full strength.

"Well, it's about time, I thought I was going..."

"What do you think you were doing!?! First you pester me to come down here, now you stick red hot pokers in my eyes. Can't I have just a moment of peace?" He spun around and walked away to clean up a bit.

Beverly choked back a response and went back to her office. She would let him cool off a little and come back later to have a little 'chat'. He had definitely never talked to her like that before.

Wesley splashed some water on his face. 'That bitch! I really wish I could teach her a lesson.' Suddenly images and ideas began popping into his head. "Yes of course! My research. I can adapt it for a little surprise.'

Wesley's original research had been into slowing the aging process. He had thought of the idea while reading about Ponce De Leone in his ancient myths class. He hadn't really taken the idea seriously, but it was a good time killer. While doing his research he drifted into ideas of slowing the process using viruses keyed to activate certain glands in humanoids. He had used his first test injection on himself, and he would check the results later, but for now he had to have his revenge. He decided to see what would happen if he let the computer do a little alteration on his project. Most of the lesser security programs allowed even a rank of 'Ensign' access to some of the less important systems. A little alteration, programming, and creativity should do the trick.

"Let's see." Wesley said. "Ah! Computer, we must have a talk."

"Two hot fudge sundaes. Extra hot fudge." The computer whirred and 'magically' the sundaes appeared. Beverly thought it must be magic to make sundaes this good.

"Beverly! I'm shocked. Rough day?" The counselor gladly took the treat from the good doctor and curled up on her sofa. She hadn't thought this was going to be a professional visit, but any doubts she had were washed away. "Is it Wesley?" she asked with genuine sincerity.

"Yes. Not only has he been running himself ragged in the lab studying, but he snapped at me today."

"Well, he has been under a lot of stress at the Academy lately. Maybe it's good that he gets it out of his system now. Don't worry, he'll come out of it."

"But he has been working himself so hard. I only let him do it, because he seems happy doing his little projects. Maybe we need the Borg to attack us, or a warp core breach or something to keep him busy." she quipped. "I would appreciate it if you would talk to him. Not in a forced environment, but if you could just stop in and talk."

"I don't know."

"Oh please? I will make you the best banana split you ever had if you do this, OK?"

"Well, all right. But I expect a lot of whipped cream." She said as she dropped the spoon into the empty dish.

"Thanks Deanna." She put down her also empty dish and gave the counselor a big hug. Deanna felt a little strange, but accepted the hug.

After that Beverly picked up the two dishes, took them to the replicator and left. She didn't know what came over her, but she shrugged it off for now.

End Part 2

Part 3 - The Experiment

The computer beeped. Wesley looked over at the terminal. "The counselor's quarters. Bonus."

He was examining the results from his extended scan. He hadn't found anything wrong yet. His first experiment was with the chemicals dealing with brain activity. He had created a virus that would help to increase his brain activity. It wasn't meant to be a permanent change, he had already worked out a 'cure' for the virus. Sure the computers could run perfect simulations of what chemicals could do on the brain, but he needed to know exactly what the results would be. In hindsight picking himself as the first subject wasn't all that bright, but he was tired, and there wasn't anything he could do now. However there were no regrets in Wesley's mind. Ideas and thoughts were coming quickly and clearly to his mind. He hadn't felt this refreshed in a long time. He kept thinking back to how easy it was t enter the ship's computer and enact a little 'revenge' on his mother. He thought that he should start to expand his tests, but he needed to run a few tests first. Just then he heard the familiar hiss of the doors for the other room.

"Hello? Doctor?" Ensign Ro said as she walked to the doctor's office. She never really ever needed the services of the doctors on the Enterprise, and as such was very uncomfortable in this environment. Normally she wouldn't even think of coming to the labs, but she wanted to have someone check on her arm. She was doing a particularly vigorous workout the other day, and her arm was still sore. She wouldn't think this was the sort of thing to annoy the Chief Medical Officer about, but since her cabin was just down the hall, she thought she would just stop in.

"Doctor? Doctor Crusher? Are you here?" she said peering through the window inter the main office.

"She's not here right now."

Ro spun quickly, too quickly. She bumped her arm on the door frame and fire shot through her arm. She let out a little whimper, and immediately grabbed her arm.

Wesley quickly came over and said "Are you OK? I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to startle you."

Ro chuckled. "You just caught me off guard. Your Wesley, right? Is your Mother around? As you can see I need a little bit of help."

"Oh, I can have a medical team here in under a minute."

"No, no. It's not all that serious. I'll just come back later." Ro turned to leave.

"Wait. I feel bad. Here come over to the other lab, let me take a look at it. You don't grow up as a doctor's child and not learn a little about the trade." Wesley led Ro into the lab, instructed her to get up on the bed, and let him take a look at the arm. Ro tried to roll up the sleeve on her tunic, but the pain flared up again.

"Oh, sorry again. I guess I should brush up on my bedside manner." He ran into the other room and grabbed a hypo spray with a pain inhibitor. He placed it up to her arm and heard the familiar hiss. Once again the ideas began to flood his mind.

"Your bedside needs work, but at least you work fast. How come no one is in here. I mean this is a medical lab isn't it?"

"Yes, but Mom, I mean Dr. Crusher, said that since it was so slow she was going to give some of the medical staff some R&R. She has minimal staffing in all of the labs, and she thought since she was the Chief, she would take care of the lab herself. Besides, most of the staff has quarters near here and can be here..."

"...in under a minute. I got that. Well I've gotta get back to my quarters I have a couple of days off myself, and plan to rest up." Ro began to get up. "Hold on." Wesley said. "I wouldn't be much of a doctor if I didn't see that arm. Now roll up that sleeve."

Ro was about to protest, but decided to humor him. As she rolled up her sleeve she found a rather large black and blue mark on her arm.

"Oh." remarked Wesley. "That doesn't look so good. Here, I have just the thing to take care of that."

Ro realized that this was a little worse than she thought. "Is this going to take long?"

"No, but swing your legs up on the bed. This next injection makes people a little dizzy." Wesley grabbed one of his hyposprays from next to the terminal. This one was actually designed to help regenerate damaged tissue on a large scale, but he figured that it couldn't do much harm. Besides, he had the 'cure' if it didn't work, and he could have one of the other doctors look at her if it didn't work. After all, he wasn't a doctor.

He pressed the hypospray against Ro's arm and again it's contents were injected into her bloodstream. Almost immediately the discoloration left her arm. Ro's eyes rolled upwards, and he eyelids fluttered shut. She had passed out. What would Wesley do? He quickly studied the readouts from the sensors in the bed. He discovered that her vital signs were strong, and she safely asleep. He shrugged and figured that she had fainted.

End Part 3

Part 4 - Experimentation

Beverly was taking a walk, eventually she planned to arrive at Ten Forward. Ever since her visit with Troi and her overwhelming need to hug her, she had felt strange. She wouldn't say that it excited her, but it was definitely having some kind of an effect. The more she walked, the hotter it got. 'Boy, I am out of shape'. she thought. It wasn't until she turned a corner and bumped into an unfamiliar lieutenant. She stepped back, and her usually impeccable red hair fell into her eyes. She looked upon the man in front of her not as a fellow officer, but as a pure instrument of her desire. She felt every inch of her skin, some inches felt a lot better than others.

"Excuse me sir. Sorry." Said the officer clad in a yellow uniform as he attempted to steady the higher ranked officer in front of him.

Her mind and body betrayed her. Her nipples were actually visible through her uniform. Her breath was coming quicker. 'What's wrong with me.' She forced through the haze in her mind. She didn't know what was happening, but she knew what was going happen. At this point, it was out of her hands, and in his.

"No, excuse me, I wasn't looking." She was letting him go, then, "You know, I have never really like the term 'sir', why don't you call me Beverly."

"Um, OK, Beverly. I have to be getting to... Are you feeling OK? You look a little, warm."

"Warm no, Hot yes. I want to throw you down right here and fuck your brains out." He voice was whispery.

"Well, I am due to go on duty in a few minutes, but thanks for the offer."

"I'll write you a note." Then she flung herself at him. Her lips were sealed to his, any resistance he had was quickly diminishing. Her body was on fire. She was kidding about fucking him in the corridor, but it was quickly becoming her only alternative.

He broke the kiss. "Jordan to Maintenance."

"Maintenance, go ahead Jordan"

"I'm going to be a little late for my shift," Glancing at Beverly "Medical reasons."

"Anything we should know about?"

"No, I'll contact you later. Jordan out."

'A janitor? I'm about to fuck a janitor? Who cares if I hump the doors of a turbo shaft?' She smiled and then took Janitor Jordan by the arm.

Wesley was going over the latest batch of test samples. Everything looked like it was going smoothly. He began to hear Ro moaning. He thought she might be waking up. He spun around only to see Ro with one hand on her crotch, and one hand her breast. The readouts on the wall said that she was asleep, and her eyes were closed, but her hands were in warp speed. It was then that he noticed that several of her hormones were almost off of the scale. He stared back at Ro only to see something new and amazing. The front of her uniform began swelling. The more it swelled, the louder she moaned. Her other hand drifted up from between her legs, to start caressing her other breast. They were beginning to stretch the already tight fabric of the front of her uniform. He saw that the zipper at the top of the jumpsuit began to separate in response to the growth.

Wesley's curiosity led his eyes down to the writhing woman's crotch. The front was completely sopped. Wesley had about all he could take. He couldn't decide whether to administer the cure, or to screw the Bajorian silly. He reached over and picked up the hypospray with the cure. He looked at it and said 'Oh well." He placed the injector to her arm, and then the images came flooding in. His mind was filled with images of he and Ro in positions that would have shocked even the crewmen of a deep space exploration ship.

"No!" he cried, as he threw the hypospray back at the table.

He grabbed the front of Ro's uniform and peeled it away from her white flesh. It was then he had a flash of brilliance. "Computer. Reduce Gravity to 0.00 on the Med Bed." The bed had this setting so that more delicate operations could be performed without risk to the patience health."

With the gravity off, he was able to lift Ro off of the table and strip off her uniform. Starfleet's dress code when it comes to undergarments is pretty liberal. Ro's policy was even more liberal. As Wesley pulled the last of her uniform over her tiny feet, he was able to gaze upon every bit of Ro's body. She wore no underwear. Her breasts had nearly tripled in size at this point, and it looked like they were continuing. Ro had orgasmized at least four times while Wesley was pulling her uniform off of her. Wesley now stripped off his own uniform, and climbed into the Zero G with Ro.

The momentum of lifting and pulling her uniform off had Ro in an almost standing position. Wesley lifted Ro up so her cunt was in line with his face. He could see that her fluids had run down and coated the backs of her legs from when she was still lying down on the table. Wesley dove in. The first touch sent waves of pleasure through the helpless alien in front of him. The wave continued and didn't seem to ebb at all.

'Hmm...' Wesley thought. 'Sweet, not like what I would expect. Good thing she is already out. I don't think she would conscious for much longer.' He looked up and Ro's breasts had stopped growing. However from his current position he could see anything past the peaks of her breasts.

'Boy I could use something like this when I'm walking across the campus when it's raining.' He slowly pulled her down, and himself up. Luckily the beds were equipped with low level restraining fields to keep bodies from floating off.

Once he was equal to her now gigantic breasts, he began to suck and bite at her nipples. Even though her breasts were now huge, her nipples were still what he would classified as normal. They seemed to still be fairly small compared to the melons on her chest. Once again the analytical side took over. He noticed that her muscles were much smaller. That must account for the increase in the upper regions. He grabbed her ass, it felt rounded, and he couldn't really tell but he thought her hips had also filled out. He wasn't completely familiar with Bajorian anatomy, but that was why the Academy required advanced biology. Suddenly, "...uuugh, Fuck meee. Pleeeease, I want..." Ro was back to rubbing herself furiously on the crotch. This time both hands were buried, and pumping away.

Wesley couldn't take it anymore. He spun her around and spread her ass. It wasn't a gentle entry, but it did the job. He had never taken this particular 'course' before, but since the other entry was otherwise occupied.

Just as Wesley had pressed into her she froze. Wesley was afraid that she had woken up, then it happened. She let out a yell and her whole body shook. Wesley began pumping furiously. He could feel her contract as she was wracked with a constant orgasm, she pressed back harder and harder, pounding as hard as they both could. Wesley reached around and was massaging her tits.

She still had both hands going at it.

Then he felt it. Her breasts began to shrink a little. She was now panting and back to a low moan. Wesley knew something was going on, so he had to hurry. It didn't take much to push him over the edge. He came for what seemed like hours, but in this case it wasn't quite that long.

Once he opened his eyes he found that they had fucked so hard they were upside down, and floating against the ceiling. He pushed off, pushed out of the field, and got off of the bed.

While he got his uniform back on, he set the computer to bring his specimen slowly back to the table.

He was in a hurry to get her uniform back on before she woke up when he heard "Mmmf, Wesley? What happened? My clothes? My Breasts! Oh no, what have you done?' Indeed both breasts had stopped shrinking, but now she has almost no chest at all, only two little nubs for nipples. Then Wesley noticed that her figure had lost some of it's curviness as well. In fact her shape wasn't very different from his own.

She started to get off of the bed. "Computer, restraining field full strength." Wesley barked. The computer complied, a little rougher than he had intended. She was thrown back into a lying position, unable to move. "Don't worry Ro, I can fix this." and Wesley started up his computer.

End Part 4

Part 5 - Satisfaction

Troi had been in her quarters for the last hour, in the dark. She had lowered the light level so she could relax. It had been a fairly busy day, and now that Beverly had stopped in, she had the added task of talking to Wesley. It wasn't that she was complaining, but it was all in the line of duty. As time passed he hands began to slowly roam around her body. She liked the way her new uniform made the other crewmen respect her, but it was a little harder to get off than her other outfit. She closed her eyes, and began to unzip the front of her uniform. As she sat there, she let her mind wander.

Very clearly she saw that she was walking along one of the corridors of the Enterprise. She couldn't see clearly where, but she could see enough to make out general details. She turned a corner and bumped into the man of her dreams. She knew it was nobody real, but this was a fantasy. She had unzipped her uniform to the bottom of the zipper. She had her right hand running across the smooth silk of her panties. Occasionally she brushed her clit, and it sent shock waves through her. Her other hand pressed into the couch as if to steady herself.

Back in her illusion she was being helped up by her fantasy man. Once she stood up, she brushed a tuft of red hair out of her eyes. The other person in her fantasy was there holding her. He said something that wasn't really audible, but she knew what it meant. She pounced on the chance and slammed her lips into his.

Back in the real world the uniform had been slowly inched down past her ass, and was down around her knees. Both hands were now moving all over her body. She wanted this fantasy to last, and she was going to take it slow.

At first he responded to the kiss, but then he pushed her away. She was disappointed, and she thought that it ended before it began. He said something, and then he took her by the arm and lead her down the corridor and into a cabin.

Beverly already had her chest fully in view when Jordan opened the door to his quarters. He was afraid that someone might see her, and put an end to his fun. However once in the main room of his cabin, 'all bets, and clothes, were off!' he thought.

"Please, let's go. I need it. Please!" Beverly pleaded.

"No, not yet my horny little doctor, I want to look at my good fortune. Just stand there."

She had a very disappointed look on her face, but it quickly changed to a very anxious look. She quickly pulled the uniform off of the rest of her body. 'God, it feels like I'm going to cum right here.' She threw the uniform onto the table next to he companion, and then slid off her bra and panties.

He looked at her, absorbing all he saw. Her breasts were firm, not perfect, but definitely not bad. After all, she wasn't a teenager. Her nipples were almost as bright red as her hair had looked in the bright lights of the corridor. She was definitely a red head, but the triangular patch of hair between her legs was darkened from the juices freely flowing. He watched as she began rubbing both her neck and her breasts. Her hand went up and began messing up her hair. She was beginning to shine all over from the sweat covering her body.

Beverly had no idea what was going on. At this point she felt like she was along for the ride.

She began to feel the beginning of an orgasm coming on, and almost falling over snapped her back to reality. "Please. I really need to fuck. I'm so horny, I can't stand up anymore."

"Then Don't" said Jordan, as he leaned back in a chair.

Beverly didn't have to be told. She fell to her knees and crawled over to her Janitor on hands and knees. Even though he had completely removed all of her clothing, he had not. He hadn't even unzipped the front of his uniform. She ran her hands up the outside of his pant leg until she got to the prize. She could feel him hard as diamond. She could wait for him to get his uniform off. She began to stroke and lick the outside of his uniform. After a few passes, she could make out most of the major veins in his penis. In fact she could name most of them, if she weren't busy at the moment. He began to moan, and she let her hands slide up his chest.

Suddenly her fingers had slipped into his collar, and began to violently separate the front of his uniform. She pulled herself up, and at the same time spread her arms as far as they would go. The shock caused him to let out a little gasp, this was definitely not what he thought was coming next. By the time she was done, the rip extended part way down his right pant leg. She quickly grabbed his old style boxers (much to her surprise), and ripped them off. As she did this, her nails poked into the tender flesh between his legs. He let out a little yelp, and Beverly smiled devilishly. He leaned back and helped her up.

Troi slammed herself down on her mystery man's cock. He wasn't overly big, but it's not the size that matters. She began to rock back and forth. She could feel him going deeper and deeper with every thrust. He leaned forward and began lightly kissing her nipples. He then gave her left nipple a bite, and a little tug. Her eyes popped open, and she gasped from the new experience. She looked at him, and he had a devilish grin on his face now. Turnabout is fair play. They locked in a deep and passionate kiss. They had stopped rocking while in this position. The kiss was so deep, her eyes watered.

Once the kiss was broken, it was time to get down to business. She brushed her long hair out of her eyes, not that it mattered much now. She wrapped her arms around his back, and he locked on to her buttocks. They began to pull into each other. Troi thought that she was going to have black and blue marks all over her pelvis after this assault, but she didn't care. Slowly her senses began to shut down. First her vision went blank, then her ears rang and she no longer heard what sounded like two hands slowly clapping. The only thing that she felt was an orgasm unlike anything she had ever had before.

Her eyes snapped open and she looked around her office. She had flipped over the coffee table in front of her. She slid down the couch and looked at the aftermath. There was a rather large sweat mark that covered the whole area where her body was. Where her crotch had been was a very large stain.

"Oh my, I don't know if that will come out" she said. She knew anyone who came into the office now could have smelled her passion, but the air filters would remove that shortly. Maybe she would call maintenance and ask about getting that spot out. No, I'll just replicate a new cushion.

Beverly could have sworn that she was in Troi's office when she opened her eyes. However she blinked once, and looked down to see herself still impaled on the now rapidly diminishing cock. She could see the cum other both of them mixing and oozing out of her. She quickly got up, and grabbed her uniform. She got a glance of herself in the top of the table, she was a mess.

"So, does what kind of note are you going to write for me?" He smirked.

"Umm, I have to get back to work. Uh, thanks, it was great." She said as she pulled on her uniform. She couldn't find her underwear, and she didn't care. This was embarrassing. She didn't know what came over her. She zipped up the front of her uniform and headed for the door. Jordan was still naked and covered in fluids. She turned to him on the way out. He was holding up her panties.

"Can I keep these?" He said as he sniffed them, "As a souvenir?"

She didn't respond, she just walked out of the door.

End Part 5

Part 6 - Explanations

"You may be able to get a doctor here in under a minute, but I can do the same with security! Now let me go!" Ro was really getting upset.

"Go ahead and try." Wesley had no reaction.

"OK cadet. Ro to Security." Nothing. "Ro to Worf!" Still nothing. "Computer, recognized Ro, access code Delta Omega Beta Four." There was not the familiar chirp from the computer. " What is going on. There is no way you have that kind of security clearance."

"I don't, but the Chief Medical Officer does. You see Mom got upset with people always being bugged while in examinations, so once someone is on the beds, your communicator is 'off'. Also thanks to security for turning off the computer access. They figured it was better not to let people who are probably under duress access to the computer. So that was disabled as well. The only thing left on is a subroutine to notify the medical officer on duty. And at this moment, I am the Med on duty."

Suddenly the terminal on the wall beeped. Wesley went over and punched some keys. He began chuckling to himself. "Lieutenant Stewart Jordan. Only two months on ship. Assigned to.." He blurted out a loud laugh. "Engineering, Maintenance Engineering! She got nailed by a janitor! Well, that's not it. Computer, randomize virus to next configuration and continue."

He turned to Ro. "I think she should be busy for a while. Now as for you. I hadn't accounted for my virus causing such a radical different effect on your 'species'." He inspected her completely naked, although extremely underdeveloped body. "My original plan had been to make a virus that would slow down the aging process. It did it by stimulating different organs and glands to release the bodies own chemicals that assist in the bodies own regeneration. As I experimented through last night, I found that I could isolate certain chemicals and cause a response in the body. From there it was simple to generate a virus that, once released, would help to set off slight imbalances that the body would automatically correct. The body itself caused the changes to take place. I gave you an injection to simply help the body to repair itself faster. Of course that was a projection on 'human' systems. I didn't think the change would be so radically different on another species. But it did, neat huh?"

Ro was barely listening to the Cadet spout his 'technobable'. She was more interested in trying to get out. By the time he had finished, she had given up for now, and waited for an opportunity. "Yeah, virus, chemicals, interesting. But what happened to me? Can't you figure out a 'cure' for this virus?"

Wesley didn't know if Ro had any idea what Wesley had done to her. He wasn't even sure if she knew what her own body had done. He decided to go for broke. "Ro, do you remember what happened to you after I gave you the injection?"

"No, you injected me, and then I passed out, why? What happened. Did you do anything to me?" She suddenly looked a little alarmed.

"No, of course not. But you did have an interesting reaction."

"What kind of a reaction? Wesley, tell me!" She was back a more authoritative tone.

"Well, you kinda, grew. I was monitoring the virus' progress, and it was working fine, even better than I hopped. Then some of the other glands in your system went crazy. Then you grew."

"What do you mean by 'grew'. You mean I became some kind of giant?"

"No, not exactly." Wesley still hesitated.

"Explain, please!" She was becoming concerned that she had changed into some kind of a monster.

"Well, you got rounder." He glanced at her and then away. "Your, breasts geometrically increased there, uh, dimensions. And the rest of your body, uh, softened."

"You mean I became some kind of a sexual distortion of myself?" Her voice raised a pitch.

"Um, yeah."

"Did anything else happen?"

"No." He thought that he better hold back some. What he did could really get him in trouble. He turned back to the terminal. "I don't understand. It shouldn't do that to you. I mean after the first test on myself worked so great."

"You injected yourself?"

"Yes, but not with the same virus as I used on you. I tried a little variation that help to stimulate the chemicals used during active thought. Besides some strange readings I hadn't planned on, everything is working fine. I have some other experiments with different combinations, but you don't need to know about those."

After a few minutes of staring at ceiling, Ro meekly asked, "Wesley, can I have some clothes? I mean I don't have much of a body, but I still have pride. Please."

Wesley considered the request, and then said simply, "No." Turning back to the computer he started talking again. "Hmm, there's something I'm missing. Wait, the hormone levels!"

Twenty minute later.

"Oh, Wesley, What? Ugh!" Ro was squirming as much as she could in the restraining field. There was a pale blue light bathing her body, it was coming from an emitter on the wall.

"Excellent. That's it. These results are wonderful!" Wesley was staring at the readouts on the wall. He was noting that the same hormonal imbalance was happening all over again. The results looked almost identical, except for the various brought on by her being conscious.

Ro was trying to control herself. She was a little startled when ray was turned on, but she was beginning to think clearly again. It felt like her body was being caressed all over. After she shook her head a little, she looked down her body. Much to her surprise, her breasts were back.

"Wesley. I don't know what you did, but it worked. Now get me off of this bed!" She was able to sit up as she felt the field disappear. The blue field was still on her, but she was able to move. She tried to get off of the bed, but the familiar buzz of a force field stopped her. "What?"

"Un Uh. Were not through yet. I think that you will like this almost as much as I will. You see I have modified a field project to basically 'project' a much stronger version of the sonic showers. You have noticed the effects by now."

Ro's had her body back all right, but her nipples were stiff, and she could feel herself definitely aroused. Wesley was right, it was like the sonic shower.

Wesley punched a few buttons on the terminal. Ro could now turn to see what Wesley was doing. On the screen was a computer generated 3-D form, roughly her shape.

"Ah, now this is interesting." He turned to Ro. "Now Ro. What would you like to look like? A teenager just out of puberty?" He tapped a few keys. Ro felt the stimulation lessen. She felt her chest loosen a bit. She looked down at it. They had shrunk down to size that she was at before she had even heard of the Federation. Her waist was filled out a little, and she was almost as plain as when she woke up, almost. She definitely had a small amount of her sexuality back.

"How did you do that? Please stop. Just give me my body back. I swear I won't tell anyone."

That was what Wesley wanted to hear. She was now confirming that he was now in control. "No, not yet, I haven't shown you the best part yet." He turned to the keypad. The blue light flared up brighter and brighter. Ro felt the waves of pleasure building. It was much slower than the first blast, but this one didn't stop in it's rising intensity. She leaned back for a moment and relished the feeling. Then she felt strange all over. She leaned forward again. Her chest was back. She looked in horror back to Wesley. The model on the screen was changing. The breasts were filling in, and the hips were definitely becoming fuller. The model was her! She ran her hands over her breasts, down her stomach, and around to her buttocks. The whole pass gave her two pieces of information. She could feel her body actually changing, and she was very turned on. She had to resist the temptation to ask Wesley to help her again.

"Ah, the body is converting denser muscle tissue into fat cells. The loss of muscle tone accounts for the illusion of her looking taller. And man do her legs look good! I wonder how far she can go? Computer raise level of emitter by two times." He turned to her. The blue light filled the entire lab, and Ro began screaming in pleasure. Her body began to grow at a tremendous rate. After about a minute her breasts were too large for her to even put her arms around them. He waist was obscenely tiny, and as an added bonus her long hair was now over a meter long. The growth had stopped. "I guess her body will not convert any more tissue. My my, now you I would love to fuck. Computer, scan patient." He began to tap the key pad. The virus construction screen came up. After a minute the screen blinked 'Working'.

End Part 6

Part 7 - Revelations

After a refreshing shower, Beverly felt a little better. Her muscles had been fairly tight before, but the shower had washed away some of the tension from earlier. Considering what she had been through just hours earlier, she did not want to be with a large crowd of people, but she had agreed to go and see Data play a concert in Ten Forward. She put on one of her more casual outfits, a light blue skirt, with a heavier woven short sleeve sweater. She checked the time, and headed off to Ten Forward.

Deanna woke up, she was still naked, and the coffee table was on the floor. She got up and thought that she would take a shower. Suddenly the computer chimed, "1730 hours. This is a reminder that you are supposed to be in Ten Forward." She had completely forgotten about Data's concert. 'Oh well, he wasn't one to hold a grudge. I'll still make it for the second movement.' She decided since she was late already, she would swing by Wesley's quarters to have a little talk, and see if he wanted to go to the concert.

Deanna pulled on her uniform, cleaned up a bit, and checked with the computer. "Computer, current location of Cadet Crusher."

"Cadet Wesley Crusher is currently in Med Lab 3."

Beverly was right. He was still working, maybe she should plan a little more time with him.

As Troi walked down the corridor, she stopped and checked her uniform. For a moment it felt like s dress was brushing against her legs. She stopped and patted down her uniform. 'Something strange is going on here. I'll have to look in on this after I talk to Wesley.'

Beverly arrived at Ten Forward. She saw Guinan behind the counter.

"Guinan? I thought the concert was going to begin soon."

"Oh you didn't hear. It has been delayed two hours. One of the quartet members had to run a few tests or something. Is there something I can get you?"

"Something strong, and not synthehol. I want the real stuff."

"Beverly, I wouldn't recommend it. Is there something you would like to talk about?"

Beverly suddenly remembered her little chat with Beverly, and the results. "Uh, no. Just a drink. Please."

Without another word Guinan brought her a bottle of purplish colored liquid and a glass. Beverly quickly drank a glass, and refilled it from the bottle.

Troi was waiting to get onto the turbolift when a strange taste came into her mouth. It was a little sweet and it had a strange taste.

The doors opened and she entered. "Med Lab 3." The doors closed and she was whisked off. She began to itch her shoulders, and the top of her chest. 'Boy this wool is uncomfortable.' She wasn't wearing any wool, it was her uniform. Something is definitely wrong. I'll have a nurse look at me after I go to the lab.

Beverly was glad she had worn the skirt. She could feel a slight breeze that helped to cool her off. The soft woolen top was not a good idea. She was already flushed, and she was only getting hotter. She picked up her drink and bottle, and walked over to a table that was a little more out of the way. She must have stood up too fast, as her head spun for a moment. She quickly recovered and made her way to the table. It was darker over there, and she was grateful or that.

The turbolift stopped, and the doors opened. Troi moved through them, and suddenly her head was swimming. She closed her eyes and put a hand against the wall. With her eyes closed she could see Ten Forward with perfect clarity. She was working her way over to a table, and sitting down. It was a little dark, but she could see almost the whole room, with people being able to clearly see her.

She opened her eyes, and hurried to Med Lab 3. Her walk was a little staggered, but she made it to the lab. The doors didn't open at first, so she hit the call button on the pad on the wall.

Inside the lab Wesley heard a chime. He quickly tore himself away from his subject. "Computer, identify person at the door."

"Ship's Counselor Deanna Troi."

"Great. Computer lower light level in this room, but continue stimulation. Reconfigure dampening field to block sound." He said this as he made his way to the doors. The computer complied.

The doors whisked open, and Wesley got a very nice surprise. Deanna had her eyes closed, was panting heavily, and was very flushed. "Come in Counselor. I'm sorry about the doors, Mom must have set them up before she left so no one would bother me." He knew full well it was a lie, but he had to think fast.

"Wesley." She said it more like a breath that a word. "I need help. Get the nurse." Wesley didn't say anything, he just took her by the arm and led her to his lab. He helped her up onto a bed that was facing away from Ro. "Wesley. Thank you. Now please, get the nurse."

"I have already summoned one, she will be here in a few minutes. Mom was in charge of this lab today, but she left a little while ago. Why don't you tell me what's wrong, and I can help out before they get here."

"OK. I feel strange. My head feels like it's filled with feathers. The strangest thing is that when I close my eyes, it feels like I am someone else." She closed her eyes. A hand brushed away some of the red hair in her eyes. "I think the person has either dark brown or reddish hair." Suddenly the view shifted down to the blank table. In it she could see a reflection. It was Beverly!

"Beverly?" She said.

"Beverly? You mean my mom?" Wesley started laughing. "This is better than I ever expected. Now that's another side effect to note."

"What do you mean Wesley? I feel so warm all over. Help me."

Wesley helped all right. He had this little theory, and he wanted to test it out. As he unzipped the front of her uniform he said, "Computer, access health readings from Doctor Beverly Crusher's badge and display on station 7. Her readings were surprising, but expected. All of the signs pointed to the fact that she was drunk. He current state must be fairly similar to Troi's right now. Troi was now helping Wesley with her uniform. 'Was it really that obvious to him. He must be part empathic as well. I feel so strange.'

She was now laying back in her underwear panting in anticipation.

Beverly was sitting in the corner of the room still. Half of the bottle was gone, and she had full intentions to finish the rest off as well. As she sat there, it felt as if she were naked. She ran her hand over the front of the shirt, and down between her legs. She confirmed that she was wearing clothes, but the sensation was wonderful. The far side of the room began to fill in anticipation of the concert, but fortunately it looked like no one had seen her.

Wesley wasn't in too much foreplay with this one. The only way to test his theory was to over stimulate. He began to lick and kiss her wonderful tits. Her bra was a simple one piece that wrapped all the way around and seem to force the form of her breasts. He thought they were impressive behind the uniform, but now, wow. This was always a dream of his. She had always worn those revealing outfits that showed off more leg and cleavage than anyone else on the ship. He could see her nipples through the top. He could wait before just fucking her. He grabbed the bottom of the bra and raised it over her head. They popped free, and settled off to the sides of chest. He continued to rub and suck. She was on the brink right now, but Wesley wanted to hold back for his own pleasure.

She turned to him and said in a strong and firm tone, "Now!"

Beverly was idly rubbing the sides of her legs. It felt wonderful, like someone was paying close attention to her breasts, whatever this drink was, she was going to have to thank Guinan. Then she saw Commander Riker talking to Guinan. He looked over at her and came over.

"Beverly, is there something wrong. Do you want to talk?" Riker asked her.

"No Will. I'm just working a few things out. I'll be fine. Please, just go back to the others, and please don't tell them I'm here. I just want some time alone." She took a sip of her drink.

"OK, but at least..."

"Now!" cutting him off.

She didn't know what came over her, but it got the point across. Riker shrugged and walked back to group of people. She hoped he couldn't hear her when she let out a little gasp as the sensation of something tugging and pulling at her nipples occurred. She didn't care at this point. She was pretty sure she was secluded enough to get away with some things. She hiked up her dress up to her waist and partially pushed her panties aside. The chairs on the other side of the table blocked anyone from seeing anything. She put one hand on her waist and began brushing her clit.

"How did you do that?" Deanna blurted out.

"Do what?" He was truly confused.

" I just felt you massage my clit, but both hands were on my bre...ah." She closed her eyes. What she saw astounded her. She was looking down at Beverly's completely exposed crotch. Her hand was moving slowly around her clit and up and down her slit. "Beverly!"

"What is it Deanna? Tell me." To help her along he added to her sensations as he rubbed the outside of her panties.

"I see Beverly's vagina. Her skirt is rolled up, and her panties are pulled down a little. Her hand is rubbing herself. Oh, it feels so real. I can actually feel it." She opened her eyes.

"No," said Wesley, "keep them closed. I want to know what happens. What do you see now." Wesley slipped a hand inside of her panties and plunged a finger into her cunt.

"Oooo." She cried out.

"Tell me." Wesley commanded.

"I saw the ceiling, and then she looked around for a moment. She seems to be looking to see if any saw anything."

'This is perfect revenge.' Thought Wesley. 'I will embarrass her for all the times she embarrassed me.' "Keep telling me everything."

"Yes, just don't stop. She is looking around. She sees some people looking at her. She is getting up. The skirt hesitates for a moment before falling down. She sees some of the men smirking at her. My cheeks are warm. She's blushing! She hurries towards the door."

"Not so fast mom." smiled Wesley. He plunged another finger into Troi's increasingly hot cunt and moves them around. He also grabs a nipple with his teeth and pulls. Troi gasps again.

"..so good. She stops next to the door. She is dropping to one knee. I can feel her hand cupping her crotch. Someone else is there now. It looks like Guinan. I can hear her." Troi began carrying on a conversation.

"'Are you ok Beverly? I warned you about drinking.'

'What was in that drink? I feel so strange. I'm very warm, and...'

'It was a bottle of wine that I poured into a liquor bottle.'

'It is some wine!'"

Wesley could stand it no longer, it was time for the big show. He climbed up on the bed and straddled Troi. He grabbed her panties, and ripped them off. Then he slowly put himself into her. It must agonizingly slow for his 'partners', but he felt like he was going to explode.

Deanna tried the best she could to describe what was going on, but it was mostly broken speech at this point. "So good...She's on her knees. We are cumming. ugh!" He felt her muscles contract.

"Still going. Hands on my breasts. Guinan pulling me behind bar. My top is off. God, it feels so good. I'm writing on the floor. I'll throw the top on the floor."

Wesley realized that her link was so strong she thought she was his mom. He had yet another idea. "No Troi, throw it over the bar."

"Yesss. over the bar."

Back in Ten Forward there had been quite a commotion, but Guinan had assured everyone everything was fine. The bar seems to successfully block the noises. Guinan was shocked to see Beverly on the floor wiggling around. She was pulling her top off. She threw the top over the bar, and it hit an unsuspecting ensign. He looked over quizzically.

Suddenly Beverly hoisted herself to a rather weak standing position. Everyone in the room had a fairly good view of her breasts, but she didn't care. The show was just beginning.

"Yes Deanna. This is just a fantasy. Climb up on the bar. It is much more comfortable for you." Wesley had had slowed himself down in order not to orgasm too quickly. He had decided to see how far this link went between the two women.

Beverly put a knee on the counter behind the bar, and climbed up. The ensign and his friend helped to pull her up. The music at the other end of the room had held most everyone's attention to this point, but once Beverly pushed all of the drinks off of the bar, the crash got everyone's attention.

There was the Chief Medical Officer, her breasts were completely exposed. She was lying on her back with a leg of either side of the bar. Both hands her caressing her breasts, and she was obviously close to her second ground moving orgasm of the day. As everyone watched. She sat up, rocked forward as if giving one last thrust, and screamed at the top of her lungs. She then fell forward and closed her eyes.

Even though Beverly's eyes were closed, she could see the inside of a Med lab for a moment, and her son's grinning face.

End Part 7

Part 8 - Damage Control

Wesley had monitored his mother's progress throughout the night. According to the medical logs, they had chalked this up to the alcohol. The captain had a note made in her record that she has some kind of an allergy to it. She had been taken back to her quarters with orders to see the counselor, have a physical, and to take a week off. She was in no shape to argue, and it wouldn't have done any good anyway. He was pleased with his work. He didn't know why, but he had gotten a great deal of pleasure from his mother's degradation.

He had turned his attention back to his two patients in the lab. He only had about an hour's worth of sleep, but it didn't matter. He was not in the least tired. As a matter of fact, the longer he was awake, the more inspired his work became. He knew that his initial experiment had become a complete success. Now he had to fix the 'mistakes' he had made. It wasn't that he wasn't pleased with the results, but there would be problems if it ever got out when he had been doing.

His first action was to give Troi the 'cure'. To his horror, as he watched the reaction to the cure he noticed something significant. The virus had actually built up an immunity to his cure. The results of the battle were quite evident. Troi's hair had turned green. Not a subtle shade either. He could also see that it had turned all of her hair green. Wesley was beginning to panic. The cure had always been his savior. No matter how badly he screwed up, he coded the virus so that it could be destroyed by a certain chemical combination. The virus had somehow changed itself to resist the chemicals. Now he was going to have his work cut out for him.

Beverly woke up very late the next morning. She went in and had a very long shower. She didn't recall the entire night, but she new enough not to go near sickbay or Ten Forward for a while. She went over to the replicator after she had finished up and ordered a strong black coffee. It was going to be a little while before she could look at food. She had thought about going to sickbay to get something for the headache, but she figured she deserved it, and she would suffer.

As she drank the large cup of coffee one thing kept popping into her mind, the image of her son standing over her in the Med Lab.

"Computer, current location of Wesley Crusher?"

"Wesley Crusher is in Med Lab 3."

"Computer? How long has Mr. Crusher been at that location?"

"Approximately 39 hours."

'He never left yesterday. I will have to have a talk with him...this afternoon.' She finished off her coffee, and proceeded to have two more.

Wesley had at least come up with a quick fix for Deanna. He had gotten her hair color back to it's original color, and had used his mother's notes to erase her short term memory. It had been a risky gamble, but he was desperate. He laid her down on one of the beds in the lab on the other side of the office. He let her wake up at her own speed.

"What happened?" She said.

"Counselor, it's me Wesley. Are you OK?"

"I guess so. What happened?"

"You came to the door last night, and when I opened it you passed out. I carried you to one of the lab beds, and let you sleep. I checked with the nursing staff, and they said to just relax and rest and you should be OK. They said it was just a case of overexertion. You will be fine."

"I guess I should schedule an appointment to come in?"

"No, they said just take some time off, and come in for a physical in a week or so." He tensed up. "Do you remember anything at all from last night?"

"No, the last thing I remember is leaving my quarters to come talk to you."

"Well don't bother yourself with me for now. I will promise to take it easy, OK? I know my mom put you up to this, and I will have a talk with her. Now go back to your quarters and take it easy. Do you need any help?"

"No. I'm fine, just a little sore. I can make it. Thank you very much Wesley."

"My pleasure ma'am." Wesley said as she walked out. He figured if she didn't remember about the link, it bought him some time to try to find a fix. He heard a beep in the other room.

He walked into the room, and a terminal blinked "Second through fourth test viruses generated." Wesley looked at the readout. He had forgotten about his mom. The terminal had shown that she used the replicator three times this morning. 'Oh no.' He had forgotten to turn that off.

He said quickly, "Computer, Cancel test virus program. Remove links to the replicator system." He had figured that's how the counselor had gotten the virus too, he had seen the alarm go off yesterday for her quarters when his mom had accessed the replicator. He had no idea what three separate variations would do to her, but he would find out. But for now he had other concerns in the other room.

Ro Laren was still asleep on the bed. After Wesley had her in a highly aroused state for over a hour, it knocked the wind out of her. Wesley had devised a quick fix for her as well. He took the hypospray with the fix and put it to her arm. She suddenly shot up with a start.

"What is that? Another one of you experiments, doctor?" Sarcasm had always rubbed him the wrong way.

"In a way yes." He pressed the button and injected her. "I guess we both figured out that your shape is dependent on how aroused you are. I couldn't get rid of that virus, so I made another one as a kind of work around. You should feel it soon." He turned away to look at the monitors.

A minute later she gasped for a little air. He turned to watch the results. Before his eyes she began filling out slowly. After a few minutes she was back to the original Ro. She also had a little sweat on her cheek.

" And there you are. The original Ro Laren, maybe a little better." He tried to lighten up the situation.

"My shape is back, but I feel so strange. What did you do?"

"Simple I have caused just enough of an imbalance to stimulate you. That should keep you at the correct size, not to mention make you a little friendlier." It was cruel, but he needed to put her back in place.

"But what happens if I... You know."

"Oh this?" he said as he turned the emitter on low setting. She closed her eyes and opened them. Her breasts were a little larger. "Just don't stare at the men too long, and you should be OK. By the way, whoever you choose to mate with is going to owe me alot. But I'll settle for this on the short term." He brought the emitter up to full strength and made preparations to erase her short term memory.

He turned to her as he held the equipment, sighed for a moment, and then gave her a sedative. He got to work erasing her short term memory, and making arrangements for a cover story.

Wesley left Ro sedated in her cabin. It had taken sometime, but she shouldn't recall anything. Now Wesley had the unhappy task of checking in on his mother.

He made his way down to her cabin and chimed the door, no answer. He did it twice more, and then he began to worry. He knew his mothers door code and used it to get in. The cabin looked all right. On the table he noticed an empty cup of coffee, and his mother's bathrobe, but he still didn't see her.

"Mom? It's me Wesley. Are you OK?" Wesley rounded into her bedroom and saw a shape move under the covers. 'Oh boy. I hope it's not too bad.' He reached for the cover, and her heard a gentle moan. He froze for a second, closed his eyes, and then pulled the covers all the way back. When he opened his eyes he was shocked. This was not his mother. What he saw before him was a girl about seventeen, with bright red hair. She was lying completely naked under the covers, and sleeping soundly.

End Part 8

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