
Note to the reader: This is a work of erotic fiction focused on the
themes of breast expansion and mind control, but it is as much a
sci-fi story as a BE story. The main character is a bit of a
Mary Sue, which, unfortunately for the story, is kind of the point
for me.

Enjoy!

- codexdrinker

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"Andrew take a look at this." Mei's British accented voice beckoned
her coworker over. "This is bad."

Andrew glanced over at Mei. The slender Chinese woman was focused
intensely at her display. A single lock of straight black hair had
fallen free from her tightly wound bun, and now it hung across
her delicate face, providing a sharp contrast with her pale skin.
She was chewing her soft pink lower lip, as she sometimes did
when worried or trying to come to a decision. Andrew took advantage
of the opportunity to flick a glance at Mei's tight body. The
31 year old doctor had been a very competitive Judoka in high
school, and she had kept of the habit of hitting the gym through
her adult life. Andrew had been attracted to Mei for a long time,
but had always been too afraid to broach the subject with his
beautiful co-worker. Besides, there were plenty of reasons not
to start a relationship on a survey ship.

Andrew came over to take a look at her screen. Mei jabbed a finger
at an unassuming color pattern on screen. "This whole planet is
so lush, but everything I just processed is poisonous."

Andrew pursed his lips. "Everything?" Despite the wild hypotheses
kicked around on Earth before Humanity took to the stars, life
tended to be pretty much the same everywhere. There were variations
of course. On some planets most of the life forms had six limbs, and
on others, like earth, they had four. People had found Bacteria living
in nitrogen oceans, but nothing much beyond that. Life you could see
required water. The final frontier turned out to be more of the same.
It was odd for an entire planet to be venomous.

Mei started flipping through spectroscopy and gene sequencing
results, "Everything. We should ask Roger and Tanner to get us
more samples. Some animals this time."

"I'll give them a call." He reached for his computer. The little
rectangle of molecular circuits and plastic fit comfortably in
his hand, and he punched a few buttons in its touch screen.
The little device plugged into the Mary Anne's intranet and
opened an encrypted connection to Roger O'Brian's computer.
As far as their sensors could tell there was no one for light
years around, but a Wolf ship could always be lying doggo somewhere
in system, all systems straining to pick up a scrap of radio.
Theoretically. The chances that a Wolf Pack was anywhere near
a pristine planet like this one were tiny, but there was
always a chance.

O'Brian was sitting at his console guiding his computer through
the process of stitching together a tapestry of surveillance
photos that he and the drones had taken that morning. A notification
popped onto the large tactile repeater his little computer was plugged into.
Technically he was not supposed to be using the repeater as a display,
but the tactical officer liked to think in 3D. He stabbed the notification
with his finger. Andrew Semple's face grew to fill the holotank.
"What's up Semple?" This far from the front Roger O'Brian's military
decorum had slipped a little.

"Mei's just discovered a problem." If Roger was bothered by Andrew's
omission of any honorific he failed to show any sign of it. Andrew and
Mei were specialists in the Imperial Fleet, but they were scientists
first, so he did not really expect them to follow all of the fleet's
rules to a t. For that matter Roger was not a huge fan of The Book
himself. Especially on a survey mission in peace time.

"What's wrong?" Roger asked.

"All of our samples so far are poisonous. All the organisms here
incorporate a high level of arsenic and plenty of other nasties." Andrew
said. "We're worried it might be a switch that was flipped
really early in this biosphere's evolutionary tree. To be sure
we are going to need more samples. Can you task a couple drones
to catch some fish and animals for us? More plant samples would
also be welcome."

O'Brian cursed softly, "I knew naming this planet Eden was too optimistic."
He got a bit wistful, "It's so beautiful otherwise."

"I know, sir." 

"Thank you Andrew. I'll re-task some of the river mappers." Roger
made a gesture and cut the circuit.

Back in the bio lab Mei looked at Andrew. "He's right. It is a really
beautiful planet. We can still salvage this you know. No matter what
we find."

Andrew looked at his friend, "You mean a retro?"

Mei rolled her eyes, "No I mean faith and prayer. Of course I mean a
retro. I did my graduate work in this."

Andrew looked at her, "We don't have the equipment to do clone tests.
We could only do tissue sample tests with the biophab."

Mei brushed her black hair behind her ear, "I can test it."

Andrew was surprised. He knew Mei was dedicated to humanity's cause,
but that was a big risk to take. "Mei, you don't have to."

She looked at him, "Well, let's hope that Roger finds something.
Eden could still be an excellent colony world. We need this
Andrew." There was no talking to Mei when she got like this
so Andrew dropped it.

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"Allright. I'm calling a ship's counsel." Commander James Slate, Captain of
the Mary Anne spoke into the recording device. "Mei, why don't you go
ahead." He gestured for the lovely doctor to begin.

Mei cleared her throat, "Over the last couple of days it had become
increasingly clear to Dr. Semple and I that this planet is unlivable.
All organisms that we have examined have elevated arsenic levels. Despite
this I believe that we can salvage this planet as a potential colony."

"How can we salvage that? We'll have to terraform this whole place." 
Asked Symon Deeks, the ship's sys-admin and drone tech.

Mei smiled, "With Andrew's help I believe that I can develop a retro
virus that will alter the stomach lining and bodily tissue. It should
allow humans to live comfortably in this ecosystem."

Commander Slate spoke up, "Do you have the facilities to test your
virus?"

"We will be able to go through tissue testing, but not clone testing, sir.
At the point where we would normally begin clone testing, I will treat
myself."

Slate stroked his beard, "Andrew, what do you think about this."

"Well, sir, Mei is the retro expert, but I am uncomfortable with this.
80% of clone tests pass without a hitch, but a 20% risk of complications
is pretty bad. And that's not even taking into account the possibility that
the drug does not take and Mei gets a belly full of arsenic."

Slate considered it. Mei's hatred for the Wolves ran deep. Her
grandmother had been killed during the scourge of New Shandong
in 2732 and the Lan clan still burned with hate for the canine aliens who
had destroyed their homeland. After his wife died her grandfather
had left his job as a history professor, and joined what was then
the International Fleet, where he ended up commanding
a fighter wing under Fleet Admiral Cao. He died along with 80%
of his pilots while fighting a rear guard action which allowed
Cao to escape with three quarters of The Line in tact. Fifteen
years later Mei's uncle had flown to war with Empress Cao and
lost his life in the battle of Thomson's Star. Now her mother
and father served the Empress who had been their admiral as
a Commodore and a Marine Captain in the Raiders, Her Majesty's
most elite unit. Even though it had been ten years since a
shot had been fired Mei knew that humanity was at war. If
it was going to survive the next round, it would need a larger
population, and for that it would need colonies.

After a moment he said, "Do you really want to do this Mei?"

She only hesitated for a moment before giving a tight nod, "Yes, sir."

Slate clapped the table, "Make it so."

Mei smiled.

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"Stomach tissue tests all pass!" Mei said. It had been three weeks since
she started working on the virus and it was gratifying to have such early
success.

Andrew came over to look at the results she had pulled up, "That's great."
After he saw her screen he said, "Damn Mei. You're a wizard."

She cackled, "Now go figure out why the skin is dying before I turn you
into a newt!"

"Isn't that witches?" he asked.

"Whatever." She said. She had turned back to her screen and pulled up
a cell diagram. In the past couple hundred years biotechnology had made an
enormous leap forward. The process was still bound by the rules of
biology and chemistry, but today's biologists operated in a way that
would have looked much more like electrical engineering to someone
from the 21st century. They could manipulate diagrams of cells and
DNA on screen and synthesize it in seconds with a biophab. The technology
shortened the cycle of testing so that new medicines and retroviruses could
be brought to market in just a year or two. Of course Mei did not have a
year.

Mei did not have enough time to write a retro from scratch, so she had
decided to hack her modifications into an existing one. Imperial
Fleet Marine and Pilot retros were some of the most stable, well
studied, and most optimized retros that humanity possessed. 
Empress Cao poured trillions into the program every year so that
her pilots and soldiers would be better equipped to deal with the
Wolves blindingly fast reflexes when they next met on the
field of battle. If her modifications worked she could always
take the time to package them properly on the return voyage.

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"Andrew stop being a pussy and do it." Mei said. Andrew was standing next to
her with a small syringe. "You don't even have to find a vein. Just stick me
in the arm."

Andrew sighed, "You know if you die I'll kill you right?"

Mei laughed, "Don't be so dramatic."

Andrew injected her with the syringe.

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Mei woke with a gasp. Her head was pounding, but she clumsily reached out
and grabbed the little medical drone on her dresser. The tiny robot wriggled
in her grip until it could get a footing in her hand. "Take my temperature."
She commanded. The little device leaped onto her shoulder and stuck a probe
against her neck. After a moment it said, "You have a fever of 102. I recommend
you contact the ship's doctor immediately."

Mei shook her head, "I am the ship's doctor. Go away little beast." The
drone leaped back onto her dresser. She had to hold on for another day.
The virus needed time to work.

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Mei's computer beeped. That was it. Her time in hell was up. She reached
out a weak hand to nudge the medical drone. "Inject me with the virophage."
She said. The little robot hastened to comply.

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Looking at the chart of her vitals through the ordeal Mei was surprised that
she had made it. There were definitely some kinks to work out before they
started infecting colonists in job lots. But she had proved that the concept
would work. She still had a bit of a fever, and a pounding headache, but she
would survive.

She staggered out of her quarters and into the galley. "Can I have some
coffee?" She asked a surprised looking Tanner Hayes.

He took a look at her, "Have mine. I'll make you some soup."

Mei gave a weak smile, "Thanks."

"You had us scared for a little while there." Said the tactical officer.

"Yeah, well, you'll have to try harder than that to get rid of me." Mei
said, taking a whiff of the black liquid in Tanner's cup. A shudder of
pleasure ran down her spine. "Some of this headache could be from caffeine
withdrawal. I feel better just looking at it."

"Coffee's a cruel mistress." Said Tanner. "I'll go tell the skipper you're up."

A few minutes later the whole crew was surrounding Mei. "We were really
worried about you." Said Andrew.

Mei smiled at him, "You worry too much."

Commander Slater spoke up, "We're all glad you're better Mei."

"I'm fine. Really. Jesus, you're making me feel all nannied."

They laughed. "And you're gonna keep feeling that way for the next
couple of days lass." O'Brian's Irish accent had slipped out as it
sometimes did when he was frustrated, or in this case protective.

Mei rolled here eyes, "Oh god. Now I wish that virus had killed me.
You know those uniforms look very silly on you when you are acting
all motherly."

"I'd make a wonderful mother, fleet uniform and all." Said Tanner.
"You scared the shit out of us Mei. We thought you were gonna kick
the bucket to spite the Wolves."

"Yes yes. You were all very concerned about me. Clearly, I'm fine.
Run along boys." She made a shooing motion with her hands. It took
a sustained effort, but eventually they left her alone.

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"This is Dr. Mei Lan. I'm about to perform the first test of effectiveness for
the Eden Virus." Mei spoke into her computer. Then she took a tiny 
spoonful of green mush.

Four hours later her blood was completely clean. She swallowed a tiny medical
drone and had it take a sample of her stomach contents. The inside of her
stomach contained elevated arsenic levels, but when it probed her stomach
wall the levels had dropped off significantly.

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"This is Dr Mei Lan. I'm about to perform the second test of effectiveness for
the Eden Virus." This time Mei swallowed a tablespoon of the mush. Her blood
arsenic levels remained near zero for the rest of the day.

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For her third test Mei ate a whole bowl of the local spinach. It wasn't really
spinach, but it was close enough that she felt like it was appropriate to
give it the same name. When her blood remained pure after that she decided to
start slowly phasing the local fair into her diet.

After a week of careful monitoring Mei was eating from what she had jokingly
taken to referring to as "the garden" exclusively. She felt as healthy and hale
as ever. In fact she felt somewhat more so. She had not bother to remove the
enhancements to muscle power and twitch reflexes that came with the marine
retro. Her senses were heightened, and her energy levels had gone through
the roof. For the first time in a while she was aching to go back to one
of the martial arts classes her mother had insisted that she take growing
up. She had gotten very good at Judo in high school, but let it fall by
the wayside as other things came into her life. Now she wanted to see
what her new body could do.

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"All hands prepare for takeoff." Captain Slate spoke over the intercom. They
were already late, and it would be good to start making up for lost time.
The Admiralty would probably understand when the learned about Eden. A survey
crew could go ten years before finding a Class A planet like Eden. Even if it
did have a few hiccups.

The Mary Anne lifted off with a lurch. As it rolled up on anti gravity it
snapped a vine which had been growing through the rear engine. O'Brian
did not notice the handling glitch, and neither Tanner nor Symon saw
the engine flicker on their displays. "Helm: bearing five-five, three-two,
four-eight-niner. Lay it in."

"Laid in, sir." said O'Brian from his seat at the helm.

"Take us away."

O'Brian eased the throttle forward and the Mary Anne knifed smoothly
through the air.

"Sir, I'm seeing a power fluctuation in the rear engine." said Tanner.

"Can we handle it?"

"Not sure sir. I wouldn't want to push it too much. I would
recommend that we take a look once we get into vacuum."

"Keep an eye on it." He said calmly.

"Yes sir."

A few minutes later Tanner spoke up again, "Sir, that
power murmur just got a lot worse."

James sighed. "Bring her down Roger."

"Yes Skipper." he said.

The Mary Anne began a steady decent towards the surface. The decent rapidly
became less steady when the rear engine exploded. The ship was thrown
around like a rag doll, but even the survey ships of the Imperial Fleet
were built to take a hit, and she shook it off like a bulldog.
O'Brian had flown a destroyer through energy range of a Wolf Dark
Star, so he remained calm as the little ship bucked and heaved
under him. "Sir, I'm afraid I'm going to have to crash land."

Slate's jaw knotted, "Very well. Deeks, Hayes, start looking for
a good place to land." He pulled up the map of Eden
they had constructed. A moment later he said, "This marsh
should do."

Commander Slate pressed the intercom button on his chair, "This
is Commander Slate to all hands. Secure for crash landing. I
repeat secure for crash landing."

Mei and Andrew were already strapped into their beds for the
ascent, so they could do nothing but wait.

Time seemed to stretch out like a piece of bubble gum being pulled
apart in a child's hands, until finally the gum snapped and the ship
ricocheted off the ground. It bounced once, twice, three times
before sliding to a halt in the mud.

After a moment the intercom crackled to life, "Crew status."

Everyone checked in quickly and James breathed a sigh of
relief. At least his crew was safe. "Everyone get out of the
ship. We need to see if it is going to settle."

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"Roger, how are we looking for supplies?" James asked his executive officer.

"We've got enough food to last four months, and more than enough space in
the hab tents. We should be able to filter the local water indefinitely
until the life support systems that Deeks and Semple salvaged give out.
The solar sails don't seem to have taken any structural damage, so we
should be sitting pretty on power. My biggest concern is food sir.
Mei is the only one who is gonna be able to eat the local fare, but the
rest of us are on a clock. If we ration aggressively we might be able to
last seven months on this rock, but there isn't much we can do beyond that."

Slate turned to Tanner and Mei where they were each elbow deep in a nest
of wires and pipes that had been the biophab. A curl of smoke rose from the
omnitool in Mei's hand as she used it to solder some wires together. "Have
you been able to get the phab back online?" The miraculous device had sheared
free of its bolts in the crash and sustained heavy damage. Tanner and Mei
had been working to repair it since then. If they could get it back on line
it could break the local life down into constituent parts and produce a
nutritious slurry that would keep them alive, even if it did not taste
very good.

Tanner looked up from the tube he was tracing, "No real luck yet. Mei got
the drug unit mostly working, but the main phab unit and the reclaimer
are both pretty beat up. Even cannibalizing parts I doubt we can get it
working."

Commander slate sighed, "Keep at it."

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Mei clicked her omni tool into knife mode and dialed the blade back down
to a reasonable length. The omnitool had been a gift from her older brother
when he came back from his first tour in the marines and it was one of
her favorite possessions. The device's military origins had left it with
a few quirks, like its insistence on producing an energy sword every time
she switched to knife mode. The idea was that it would never do for a marine
to have to fiddle with a weapon that looked like it was a pocket knife
if they drew their omnitool in anger. Of course it did not matter that
a fully outfitted marine went into battle with an actual energy sword.
Once the blade was a more reasonable size Mei reached her delicate
hand into the nest of wires to open a path. It would not do to snip one
of her carefully repaired cables with a careless bungle. Brow furrowed
in concentration, she slowly cut away the metallic plate covering the
reaction fence control unit. The little block of molecular circuits was
responsible for maintaining the forcefield in which various reagents
were held during reaction. Without it the whole phab unit was useless.

When Mei finally cut the covering away she snapped off her blade and
started swearing. After a minute or two she ran out of ways to compare
the little chunk of molycircs in front of her to Wolfspawn, and petered
out a little. After a moment of silence she glared at the little
busted control unit, assumed her best cockney accent, and proceeded
to display her extensive knowledge of rhyming slang for another
minute or so. Finally she just called little red chip a cunt
and stalked out of the tent which they had turned into a workshop.

It only took her a few minutes to find James, "Hey skip, we've got
a problem with the biophab. The reaction fence is broken in a way
that we can't fix. That means we have almost no phab functionality."

James pinched the bridge of his nose, "Thanks Mei. Why don't you
and Tanner start helping Andrew and Symon try to fix that rear
engine?"

================================================================================

The rear engine situation was looking even bleaker than the biophab. Considering
how relatively undamaged the Mary Anne was they were remarkably fucked.
The only major damage was in the ship's engines and in the biophab. All other
systems had sustained only minor damage, and the ships crew could have been
fine without any one of them. Without the engines they could not get home,
and without the biophab they would not survive long enough to be rescued.

*At least I'll have a chance.* Mei thought morosely. She was not looking
forward to watching her crew mates die around her. She had always been a
bit of a black sheep in her family, and she had finally found a home in
Her Highness's survey corps. Slate and O'Brian, her American and Irish
commanders were like the big brother's she had always wished for. Even
though they were IF officers they were much more easy going than her
military family. The regimented hierarchy of Mei's youth had left a
permanent mark on her, one which she sometimes considered a scar.
The last five years had given her the opportunity to get away from
all that, and still serve the Empress. Mei might be the black
sheep of the Lan clan, but passion for humanity's future burned
as bright in her as it did in any of her cousins.

Mei was drifting off to sleep when a thought swam across her groggy
consciousness. She twitched away from it. Her life long compulsion
to conceal what she saw as her deepest shame threw her into auto
pilot and buried the idea before she could look at it too closely.

================================================================================

Work on the engines was both frustrating and gratifying. It felt good to
be productive, but it was clear that they were not fixing the rear
thruster any time soon. The four side engines had sustained much less
damage, and there was more reason to hope where they were concerned.

Mei's favorite thing about repairing the engines was the hard manual
labor. At 5'7" and 120 pounds Mei was not tiny, but she was certainly
not huge either. Her thin, athletic frame was well suited to running
swimming, and finding leverage for judo throws, but she had never been
great at lugging around big sheets of metal. After the marine retro
altered her muscles that had changed. Now the slender, delicate
looking woman was the first one that the repair crew asked to
carry heavy things around. Mei reveled in her new strength.

It was a good thing that she was the one who could eat local fare
because she was consuming close to 4000 calories a day. Her modified
stomach could handle almost anything she threw at it, and she had been
exploring the local flora and fauna to create an Eden cuisine. Roger,
despite his Irish upbringing on New Belfast, was an excellent cook,
and he had been helping her expand her horizons.

Even as she felt productive working to get the side engines back online
Mei felt a sense of nagging guilt. The idea she had buried had not
disappeared. Even though she only considered it slantwise, she felt
it nagging at her sense of duty. She could save her crewmates, but it
would mean revealing her secret. Or at least allowing some circumstantial
evidence of it to escape the little compartment she had created in
her mind and on an encrypted partition in her computer.

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Mei was a pervert. If she was to do her duty to her crew she would have
to admit that to herself. *Ok. I'm a pervert. Fine.* She thought.
Ever since puberty Mei had found an increasing fascination with
sexual dominance and submission. In her conservative home in Old China
a kink like hers would have been a horrifying shame. Or at least she imagined
it would. She had never cared to find out, never even broached the
subject with anyone in her familial circle for fear that they would
figure out that her question had more than theoretical implications.

BDSM made Mei uncomfortable. She didn't want to slip on a tight leather
or latex costume and beat some poor gimp. Handcuffs did nothing for
her. She wasn't even particularly into rough sex, although she enjoyed
it just as much as the more subdued kind. She just wanted to dominate
men with her sexuality.

Mei had always been attractive. Her tight body and pretty face made
her the object of desire for many a man. In high school she had played
on that desire by setting tasks for her admirers. Little things,
like getting her a glass of water, or carrying her books. Later she
would go home and masturbate to the memory, imagining that they had had
no choice in the matter.

When Mei went away to Oxford for college she grew bolder. Manipulating
a boy into buying her dinner might have been mundane, but for her it
was a rush. Her overdeveloped sense of guilt always caught up with
her and she would always pay them for her share after the fantasy
grew stale. There were several times when her erstwhile victim seemed
surprised that she would even consider paying them back. To them it
had been simply one friend spotting another. The dominance and submission
continued to exist almost entirely in Mei's mind.

During the tail end of her undergraduate work Mei grew more adventurous.
She lost her virginity during her third year to a first year student who
seemed hypnotized by her charms. It was ruined slightly by her awkwardness
and breaking hymen, but it was still a rush. The next time she was more
sure of her self, and the fantasy that she had hypnotized the young
first year she seduced that night was better than any before.

In medical school Mei discovered designer drugs. She did not really
enjoy the hallucinogenic effects of the drug her fellow student
gave her, but it set her mind rolling. After a few months of trolling
the dark web for shady sex drugs, she found one that looked like it
might work. The drug, which was hokily called Mistress, caused the
users glands to emit a pheromone which bore a striking resemblance
to a class of drugs which had been outlawed under international law
after they had been used by Ukrainian nationalists in the 25th century
to turn ordinary people into suicide bombers.

It took Mei six months before she decided to use the drug, and six
more months of on again off again testing before she was satisfied
that it would not turn her or her victim into a vegetable. From the first time
she used, Mei was hooked. One little silver pill and she could
seduce any man. Her guilt tried to fight it, but every month or
so she would put on a clubbing dress, fire up the biophab and
hypnotize some poor guy with the roll of her hips or the sleek
tumble of her hair. It wasn't just that Mistress made it impossible
to go home alone; Mei could find an enthusiastic sexual partner without
any chemical aids quite easily. No, it was the way that the men she seduced
were totally in the thrall of her sexuality that kept Mei coming back.
They were helpless before her.

She did not start tweaking Mistress until her residency. At first she
just made it stronger, but soon the strength became inconvenient.
She only wanted to dominate one man at a time. It was annoying to
have a whole pack of guys slobbering after her when she went to a
bar. When she had to judo throw a couple of assholes who got to handsy
she decided to start looking for ways to control how much she emitted.
It took her a year to figure out how to modify Mistress so that she
could control her pheromone level and teach herself how to do it with
with biofeedback.

This whole time Mei remained plugged in to the underground sex drug
scene online. The basic stuff like Sextacy held no interest for her, but
she enjoyed reading stories about drugs which fit her particular kink.
That was how she learned about Heifer. The creatively named drug did
exactly what it sounded like. It kick started breast milk production,
which made it great for lactation fetishists. Mei had no interest
in lactation, but it did give her an idea of how her domination could
become more complete.

There is only so much mind control you can pack into pheromones.
They float around freely in the air, so you had to consider
secondary effects, and on top of that there was just a volume limit.
A human body can only produce so many pheromones. If Mei could
lace her milk with the same drug that Mistress produced she could
deliver a massive targeted dose after she had seduced a man.

It had taken a bit of work to combine Mistress and Heifer to her,
liking, but Mei got it after a year or so. It was well worth it.
She had never dominated a man so completely as when he drank her
laced milk. A few mouthfuls would render her victim extremely
suggestible. The feeling of breaking a man so completely was
incredible. Of course she never implanted any permanent compulsions,
and she always felt guiltily afterwards, but that never stopped
her from convincing another man he was a chair a month later.

Even though Mei's version of Mistress had become nearly perfect
for her needs at that point she kept changing it. It had become
something of a habit at this point. When she was on the drug
her pert B-cups swelled up to C-cups, which to Mei's way of
thinking left her hips and ass just the slightest bit out of
balance. She fixed the issue by making her butt plump up and
hips widen a little. She added a few more cosmetic adjustments
so that she went from pretty to stunning whenever she was on the drug.

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"This is Commander James Slate calling a ship's counsel. Mei you
have something to say."

"Uuuhh." She cleared her throat. "Ahh. Yes. I do." A slight blush
touched her cheeks.

"Well spit it out." Said the commander.

"I may have a solution to the food issue." Everyone sat up.
"Our biophab is broken, but we still have the drug unit." She knotted
her hands. "Which means." She trailed off. "Which means I can make
a drug to induce lactation." She said all in a rush. "It's normally
used to help nursing mothers, but it has some hormonal effects so
it is not that common. There are some other alternatives, but
the drug I have in mind is designed to treat underweight babies,
so the milk is as nutritious as possible." She lied.

There was a stunned silence. Finally Symon spoke up, "What? Induce
lactation in you?"

Mei nodded, "It makes sense. I'm the only one who can eat from the
garden. I'm a natural arsenic filter."

Tanner looked at Mei, "No offense Mei, but how can you produce enough
milk to keep us all alive?"

Mei reddened, "Well, the drug I have in mind would make some significant
changes to my, ah." She trailed off. "To my physique."

"Oh." The circle of faces stiffed to try to ignore the awkwardness of the
situation.

"Will you continue lactating after the drug wears off?" Andrew asked.

Mei nodded, "The changes will be, ahh, permanent." While Mei's
version of Mistress was temporary if used infrequently it should
become permanent if she used it for a period of months on end. She
had once used the original version of Mistress for three days straight
and it had left her with slightly elevated (and more alluring) pheromone
levels. She had always been more careful after that.

"You don't have to do this Mei." Said Slate.

Mei shook her head, "Yes I do." Of course the hard part would be resisting
the temptation to allow her changing body to produce its seductive pheromones
and lace its milk with mind control drugs. What she was most worried about
was the way that Mistress tended to change the way she thought. It helped
her be more assertive, more dominant, but would that lead her to make a
decision she would regret?

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Mei popped the little silver pill in her mouth. If only she had kept the
schema for Heifer around. Then she would not have to deal with the temptation
of releasing mind control drugs. It would be a couple of hours before she felt
the effects.

She was carrying a broken girder away from the Mary Anne when she felt her
bra start to tighten. She set her teeth and made sure she was not releasing
any abnormal pheromones.

That night Mei squeezed her swollen breasts out into a sauce pan. She tested
the milk for toxin levels and found that it was as clean as any of the ships
food. Her tests for mind control drugs also came up clean. She grinned and
waltzed into the kitchen. "Wanna try your first Eden cuisine boys?" She
asked.

Mei realized that Mistress might be effecting her behavior when Andrew
reddened at her provocative comment. "I'll just put it in the fridge."
Mei said, covering the saucepan and placing it in the inflatable pyramid
they used for a fridge.

She popped another pill before going to sleep.

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When Mei woke up her breasts were sore. They were definitely bigger than the
night before. Bigger than they had ever been, even though they still fit into
the single C-cup bra she had packed (it was nice to have memories on a long
voyage).

Mei pulled on a tight t-shirt and a pair of black leggings, and walked
into the kitchen. She found Roger sitting at the table drinking a
glass of milk. "Like it?" Mei asked.

He looked at Mei. His eyes flickered to her chest, then back up to her face.
"Uuuggg. Yeah. Thanks."

Mei smiled, "Have you seen a pitcher, I figure I should use one of those
instead of a pan."

Roger mumbled something and gestured at a cabinet. *Does she look hotter
than yesterday?* He asked himself. Roger had been attracted to Mei
from the moment he saw her, but he had always tried to keep things
professional. Relationships on warships could go sour fast, and that
was even more true of tiny survey crews. He would hate to make Mei
uncomfortable during one of their months long voyages. And besides
that he knew of at least two other crew members who felt the same
way about her, which was not a kettle of eels he intended to stir
up. *Her breasts are definitely bigger* He thought to himself as
he watched Mei look for a pitcher.

When she found a pitcher Mei pulled up her shirt and started
relieving the pressure, "Ahhh. That feels nice." She said.
"God, these things got so swollen." Roger seemed to be paying
very careful attention to the tabletop.

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For the first week the changes the drug brought were dramatic. Each day when
Mei woke up she would find her breasts a bit bigger than when she had fallen
asleep. Her growth was slow and subtle, but she noticed it in the way her
shirts seemed tighter at the end of the day than they had at its dawn, or the
way her pants always seemed to be harder to take off than they had been to put
on. When she was alone and downwind of the others Mei allowed herself to
vent her pheromones, and she could tell that she was producing more than she
ever had before. Her face experienced the subtle changes she had programmed
into the drug as well as well. Her lips were plumper and redder, her eyelashes
ever so slightly longer, her dark eyes larger, her nose a bit better defined. 
Individually none of the facial changes were noticeable, but together they
made her look more glamorous.

As Mei's breasts had expanded so had her appetite. Her milk production
and growth in combination with her Marine physiology meant that her
meal portions slowly expanded, and lately she had taken to munching on
rolls of Eden "bread" that O'Brian had figured out how to make for
her between meals.

Mei's contributions to their food supply meant that Roger's estimate
of how long they could last had gone from seven months to a year and
a half. Of course that was assuming that Mei's production remained
constant, which had not been true so far. Every morning Mei would
drain her swollen breasts into the pitcher, and Roger would measure
her output. Every morning he would tack on a few weeks to their
estimated survival time. Of course they were hoping that her
production grew fast enough so that she would be able to support the men
indefinitely. The milk produced by Heifer users had all the nutrients
required for an adult human to live, a practice that was apparently
not unheard of among lactation fetishists. 

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"Hey Symon, can you get me some more of that lizard?" Mei asked. She had
just finished plowing through a plate of the local meat, and was still
hungry for more, despite the way her stomach bowed out taught as a drum.

Symon had been watching her eat with fascination and more than a little
envy. Since O'Brian put everyone on short rations he had been pretty
hungry, and he wished he could just attack something the way that
Mei did. "Sure thing." He got up to go get the rest of the lizard.

Mei sat back with satisfaction and rubbed her fully belly. The lump
of food would be mostly gone by the time she went to bed. There was
no real reason she couldn't get the lizard herself, but Symon seemed
happy to do it for her as long as he could watch her eat it. Mei
knew it was dangerous to give in to her desires, even a little bit,
but what was the harm in asking? She noted the way his eyes locked
onto her breasts for a second as he was walking back from the little
kitchen. Her meaty nipples made bold dents in the green polo shirt
she was wearing. She had long since outgrown the solitary C-cup
bra she had, so she had to go braless. She had measured herself
with a tape measure this morning, and she would have needed a
double D to house her assets. Despite their size they were quite
perky, especially because they were filled with her milk.

"Thanks." Mei said when he put the food down in front of her.
She picked up her knife and fork and started cutting into
the meat. Symon watched as her plump lips parted to let
her perfect teeth slice through the lizard. Her lips closed
over the morsel and she chewed a few times before swallowing.
For a moment Simon imagined that he was a tiny chunk of lizard
and Mei was swallowing him whole.

"You ok?" Mei asked. "You look like you've seen a ghost."
She smiled and licked her lips to clean away some sauce.

At the sight of Mei licking her lips Symon felt a tremor
slide down his spine. He became very aware of his throbbing
erection. He had always had fantasies about Mei, but
lately they had gotten darker. For the last couple nights
he had dreamt that he was only four inches tall, or perhaps
Mei was 200 feet tall. There was no one else in the dream
to compare to. In his dream Mei was standing over him,
shaking her finger and telling him how ashamed he should
be. He could never remember what he had done wrong, but
the dream always ended with him begging for Mei's forgiveness
and crawling towards her feet in supplication. He always woke
in a cold sweat with a raging erection and a lingering sense
of shame.

"Earth to Symon?" Mei said snapping her fingers in his face.

Symon shook his head, "S-Sorry. It's nothing. I'm sorry."

Mei arched one elegant eyebrow, "Ok." Her smile said she
knew there was something going on, but she wasn't going
to press.

After a few second Symon scuttled away. Mei checked to
make sure she wasn't releasing any pheromones. She wasn't.
*I guess that's all me* She thought. Considering what she
had been seeing in the mirror lately, she wasn't surprised.
If she wasn't a biologist she would have a potential career
as a supermodel when they got back. If they got back.
