Amanda The folowing volume is on the same theme as number seven but in a completely different setting. Nightmares Dreams and fantasys Volume 7 B Setting: The SCS Star Union was doing supprisingly well since its fatefull encounter with the Astronautulus. All dammage has been repaired and all systems are fully functional. Heck it even had a full compliment of replacement crewmembers! A complete ship right? Something was missing. Something not even the computer could reproduce. Ofcourse a backup of just about everything there is to know was keept on read only crystals in the computer's core. Everything that is except the ship's mission and recient orders that was. Intro: The R.(replacement) Captain called the morning breifing to order. Seated around the table of the meeting/strategy room were the R. senior officers. All were identical strictly regulation human females. Heck if you put one of these gals in civilian clothes and compared her to any 20'th century woman off the street the one off the street would be the less normal. The captain adhered to the strictest protocols as she opened the meeting. A quick glance told her that all were presant and accounted for. Next she asked each R. officer in turn what was the status of their respective duitys. Each gave a precicely formatted reply. All the reports were identical to the one that they had given the day before. Except that is for the R. Engineer. Each day she had reported the progress of repairs. Today she reported that the repairs had been completed by the night shift. This was most disturbing. Repairs being complete alone was good, but combined with a complete lack of all contact with the Space Corps, that's bad. The R. First officer, as dictated by almighty protocall gave her recomendations. "Standard procedure states that we should first help to resolve the emergancy situation, second we should make repairs to the ship and third reestablish contact with the Space Corps. Our first two objectives complete I recommend that we procede with the Third." The engineer then followed the captain's eyes over to the Comms officer. The comms officer continued the discussion "I believe that course of action to be unfeasable. After scaning all locations wihtin a parsec of the ship I have not been able to locate any Space Corps facilitys. Because of the catastrophic nature of the event that killed the previous crew of this ship it is possible that all other Space Corps facilitys at least within this region have been destroyed. The computer has detected several non Space Corps transmitters wihtin the search range. None of which operate on Space Corps frequencys nor use or recognise a regulation prefix code. I am continuing to scan for stars that match those listed in the computer but have been unsuccessfull. Appearently this is an unexplored sector." The captain tried to reasure her uneasy officers by comming up with a plan. "Perhaps we sohould make contact with one of these sources and ask for asistance." She made a feble effort to hide her anxiety with a light tone of voice and a weak smile. The first officer came back in. "May I remind the Captain of the risks involved in initiating contact with an unknown intelegence. I too believe that investigating these transmitions is an important objective but contact would be most unwise." "Yes, that is most prudent, Please send the bearing to the nearest of these sources to the helm with orders to proced thence at warp 5. Meeting adjourned." Thence: Yes I know it's archaic but you can't argue with what works! Since the author already knows which unsuspecting person the R. crew of this ship will eventually pick up I can tell you about her. She is At home lying on a bed of roughly four times the area that her small body required for sleeping. She was 'reading' a "magnazine". Since the cover didn't reveal much about it's contents. I tried to sneak around her to get a look over her shoulder at what she was reading. She closed the magnazine and ordered me sharply to "Go-Away!" I overlooked her rudeness and went back to my former post of observation. With her free hand she turned the page and ghasped. According to the expression on her face this 'passage' was the most shocking she had 'read' her entire life. Although not nearly shocking as what was about to happen to her. You have already made an assumption as to the content of this magnazine. The author doesn't make assumptions. He checks things out for himself. Now all he needs is an oportunity. The SCS Star Union entered into orbit undetected by the planet below. An inital scan showed its inhabitants to be remarkably similar to the R. Crewmembers. The Captain decided the next logical step would be to locate a person who closely resembled the replacement crewmembers. Beam her up, and ask her what the hell they should be doing with themselves. The way in which the woman they had selected was resting on her bed made it much safer to beam the entire bed up with her. Immagine lying in bed doing what you do with your other hand and suddenly looking up to find yourself in a strange room as the focus of attention of several well dressed people. She hastily hid her 'magnazine' under one of the many pillows on the bed. She then streightened her clothing out to make herself at least somewhat presentable. One of the women seemed as if she were explaining something but amanda couldn't make any sense from the strange sylables. One of her companions came forward with a strange looking hat and put it on her head. She passed out. When she awoke she was still in the same room but now she could understand what was being said. "Welcome aboard the SCS. Star Union. I am the acting Captain. We are in need of an advisor. Would you be willing to preform ths funciton?" "Okay." Amanda was a bit hesitant but decided that the possible benefits greatly outweighed any costs. "My first officer will take you on a tour of the ship, answer any of your questions, and assign you quarters." With that said the captain left to complete her other duitys. The first officer stepped forward and took Amanda by the hand. With the room empty the author saw an opportunity. The Magnazine was infact a picture book. It was still open to the page that Amanda was so amazed by. The author recognised this picture! It was a much better version of a picture he had seen on Acotto's ilustrious FTP. Oops needtohide someone's coming to move the bed to Amanda's quarters. Story: ____________________________________________________________________________ File Description Name: waves.jpg Size: 154k compressed, 2.2mb decompressed Format: Standard JPEG Resolution: 1030x768 Comments: poor quality probably a rescanned immage, printed by an deskjet printer. presentation: framed to look like a postcard taped to a pegboard. Setting: beach, probably west coast or hawaii ocean, rocks in distance, low surf subject: two women standing back to back in hip deep water. The one on the right: aprox 5'5", 120 lb, brunette breasts aprox 2 arm lengths, size of a 36 gal trashbag (full) assuming an average metric breast density of 1.0 then 1 gal = 8 lbs, (36*8*2=576 lb total) The one on the left: Aprox 5'8", 150 lb blonde, breasts possibly equal to height, 4' thick. aprox 50 gal volume, aprox 800 lb total. I am aware that the A man has deleted this file from his ftp. Please don't frett, the immage was of such poor quality that it wasn't worth much anyway. But I sure wish someone with the propper skills would attempt a remake... _____________________________________________________________________________ "These will be your quarters. For your comfort your bed has been installed. Your next meeting is scheduled for 0900 tomorow. If you need anything just ask the computer." Amanda thanked the first officer and said goodbye. She was glad to be alone to have a chance to think things over. She took stock of the room. Most of the space in the room was taken up by her large bed. The room also contained a coffe table, a desk, and a closet/storage area. A 'head' was in an adjoining compartment. She sat down at the desk and read for a few hours. When she got tired she had dinner and went to bed. She didn't notice that the Author had left her magnazine (sic) out in plain sight. She just curled up in the fetal position hugging it to her average chest. As she started to drift off to sleep she began comparing it to the Sci-fi shows she had watched. 'SCI_FI!!!!' The thought triggered a chain of other thoughts. Che chain of other thoughts made her jump out of bed and rush her magnazine over to the computer terminal. She struggled to contain her excitement enough to allow her to operate the terminal properly. She held the magnazine open to the appropriate page and said "Computer, scan immage." The computer obligingly displayed the immage of the massive women. "Remove the figure on the right." "Please restate command." Amanda attempted to take a deep breath and stated the command a bit slower this time. The computer obligingly removed the first woman from the picture and filled in what it thought the rest of the second looked like. When Amanda saw the true size of the other woman's right breast she nearly spasmed. "Is it possible to make me as big as that." "Affirmative. Would you like to request the procedure?" 'Oh mi god; It's really going to happen.' amanda thought to herself. She was so far gone that it took her nearly a minitue to remember to say "YES!" "Warning: this procedure will inhibit mobility do you wish to procede?" 'Is this macine nuts? of course!' "Yes." "Imobile persons require a life support device, would you like to be fitted with an internal or external model?" 'Wha?' "Internal." The screen flashed. This time it showed a slightly taller and rounder Amanda with the Volkswagons firmly affixed to her chest. The immage rotated to a side view showing her kneeling behind the tits. "Warning: prolonged kneeling will cause muscle fatigue." This was a new one. "Design a cussion that will cofortably hold me in that position. The computer obliged, it was a metal contraption with rounded edges lined with a gel filled bag. Underneith were niches similarly lined for her legs. With a light pen she made some minor changes and ordered it made. "Have this device installed on my bed." "Affirmative, est time 10 minitues." "Warning...." 'Not again' "... Immobility will prevent access to a computer terminal, recomended that patient be fitted with a CLT unit. Procede?" "Yes." 'whatever that is.' The display flickered again. This time it showed a schedule. est times. Prep 10 Min procedure 3 hr recovery 2 hr ---------------- Total 5:10 hr "would you like to schedule it during the morning or afternoon shifts?" "Afternoon." She didn't want to miss the meeting with the captain. Amanda took a closer look at her intended goal and added another 200 to each to bring it up to an even 1000 lbs. "I must be crazy." she thought to herself. Amanda leaned back, hot with anticipation. Suddenly the doorchime rang. "Come!" A R. maintenence personell entered with the cushion that was designed only ten minitues ago, installed it, and left. Wait! if the cusion could be done immediately why couldn't the breasts. "Computer, display triashe list." There were eight other people on the list. Each had a haingnail or an ache that they wanted looked after. Amanda knew with certainty that her needs outweighed all others. She went into the triashe list and gave her little operation emergancy status. In a reasuring voice the computer informed her that help was on the way. Amanda went over to the center of the little free space left in the room and colapsed in a heap and allowed herself to fall into a semiconsious state. The EMTs arrived promptly and lifted her onto a streacher. The one responsible for keeping her calm. Keept saying things like "It's going to be alright.", "We're going to have you all fixed up in a jiffy." And then she was placed on a hospital bed that had only been designed twenty minitues ago... The captain once again called the morning meeting to order. The ship was headed away from the planet that they had taken Amanda in order to avoid detection. And then the captain asked about Amanda... It was the Medical officer and not the Executive officer that responded. "She has undergone mamaplasty and is now in recovery. She is doing well and will be released within an hour." The captain had no notion of what mamaplasty was and was only intersted in the logistics. "When was she admitted." "0053 hours this morning." "Send her my best wishes." "Yes, ma'am." "Thank you. Hopefully she will be able to set us on a path. Meeting adjourned." Amanda rested in her costom built hospital bed, She was in a reclining positon with her feet elevated. Her new breasts were hanging out to each side. She was reveling in the new sensations she was recieving as sensation was being restored by a beam that was slowly scanning her. She remembered back to the procedure. At first it was pleasant feeling the heightened sensations as the strange looking pump began adding to her breasts. As it continued it became painfull she began feeling that I'm going to explode feeling. She even cried out for it to stop. Fortunately that nurse with the encouraging words saved her breasts.