How do you feel about breasts? Pretty good, right? Everybody loves breasts. Men, women, children, animals, puppets, everybody. And yet, some people can take their love too far. Count an author whose name I believe is “WeirdFetish” as one of those people, as evidenced in his story “The Breast Queen,” starring Star Trek Voyager‘s Seven of Nine as played by Jeri Ryan, and sent to me by Topless Roboteer Ryan.
Janeway had ordered Seven to her office and was chastising her for the “conduct” on the bridge“Seven…….” as Janeway struggled to find the right words“Yes Captain?” Seven replied. Janeway notice the Borg’s breasts were protruding outward and almost touched her lap. Quickly she blushed as she realized during her pause she had end up staring agape at them.“Seven there’s no way to sugar this up, but…… well……your breasts are huge and everyday they seem to be getting larger!”
“Captain, I have no idea of what you are talking about….” Seven said with careful precision. She could not let the captain know of her self-induced BE’s.
For every month she would expand her breasts by half a cup size and relish in the new sensitivity gained. It was a relatively new thing she discovered when experimenting with her nano-probes.
But unlike the other products of her experimentation, this was something she injected herself with every month. She savored her expansion but took it slow as to not arouse suspicion.
It was an odd fetish for a woman to have, possibly mutated from the Borg’s indoctrination to expand, but this did not bother Seven one bit.
She enjoyed how sexy she felt, especially since the BE increased her already ample figure. Her butt was already swaying with added jiggle and her boobs were threatening to rip out of their feeble constraints.“My t…I mean, mammary glands have been the same size as when I first joined voyager” Seven explained.
“No I am pretty sure…..” the captain started but was quickly cut off by Seven as she decided to take a little bit more aggressive course as she pushed her FF cups into Janeway and thus into the wall.
“You’re just tired and seeing things. You should take a rest” Seven replied, almost lavisciously but yet commanding to Janeway. Janeway subconsciusly felt inferior to Seven and much more submissive upon gazing up such huge knockers.
“Erm….Right” as the captain meekly slipped away as Seven released her from her “booby trap”. Seven walked out Janeway’s office into the hallway.
Watching the door close behind her, Seven experienced a feeling of satisfaction.
Soon after joining the crew, she had realized that the other women aboard Voyager were intimidated by her beauty, and she had quickly theorized that their feelings of inferiority would make them incline to submit to her.
It was therefore extremely gratifying to see Captain Janeway, the strongest woman aboard the ship, meekly submitted to her, thereby proving her theory.
Of course, this was only a minor incident. She had no doubt that, should a serious confrontation occur, the Captain would not submit to her. Not yet, that is. Seven theorized that when her breasts reached three times their present size, the Captain, and every other woman aboard Voyager, would be intimdated into total submission.
On that day, she would reveal that she had long ago completely enthralled Voyager’s male crew, and assume total control over the vessel.She allowed herself a rare smile at the thought
“Before I start my expansion, I must first find a willing second-in-command..” Seven thought. Despite her newfound breasts consitently arousing her, Seven knew that in order for her to take over, she would have to get an agent to carry out her tasks, since Seven herself would be rendered immobile by her bust.
Her tits, by her estimates, would weigh at least 100 pounds each and be 5 feet in diameter making it close to impossible to move let alone move through a doorway.
“Not that transitions through a doorway are easy now”, Seven noted, as bust took up almost the entire width of the hallway. None of that mattered though as she continued he sexually enthralling stride toward her first follower.
Pretty soon she was at the doorway and she said in her normal Borg Tone “B’Elanna, are you present within the room?”
B’Elanna opened the door to meet Seven. Or rather, she met Seven’s Bust.
Seven charged through the door, using her superior borg strength and humoungous knockers to pin the klingon to the wall.As the door closed behind them, B’Elanna who was both shocked and a little aroused tried to speak but her voice was muffled by Seven’s breasts.
“Be silent B’Elanna” Seven commanded pushing herself even harder into B’Elanna. B’Elanna realized that she was no longer protesting Seven’s Pinning.
for a Klingon to die.
“This is crazy, why……why can’t I work myself up to say anything” B’Elanna raved to herself but remained meek.
“B’Elanna I’ve noticed that you’ve been staring at my mammary glands for the past months…….I’ve also noticed that you wish for yours to be like mine” Seven said using her logic and abilities to completely uncover what the klingon had tried to hide. B’Elanna’s eyes widened as she realized all that Seven said was true.
“Do not worry….you are about to get your wishes fuffiled AND become a BIG part of what I have planned…”
In desperation, B’Elanna did something she had nver done before. She fondled another woman’s chest.
Seven gave a little moan of pleasure as B’Elanna grabbed at ther blonde women’s tit-flesh in a feeble attempt at escape.“Still, have some fight in, you, hmm?” Seven said, as she pressed in further, almost smothering the half-klingon woman with her massive mounds of mammary. “We’ll deal with that. Surrender, B’Elanna, and you will be rewarded. Resistance is futile.”
All the fight went out of B’Elanna, and she slumped in defeat. “Yes, Mistress,” she said.“You will address me as ‘My Queen’, ‘Queen Seven’, or ‘Your Bustiness’, B’Elanna,” said Seven.
“Yes, My Queen.”
Seven smiled again, and moved away. B’Elanna almost fell to the floor, now that she was released.“Take off your shirt, B’Elanna,” Seven commanded.B’Elanna was ashamed to expose her comparitively meager assets to her new Queen, but hse obeyed. “As you command, Queen Seven.”B’Elanna gave a squeak of pain as Seven injected her breasts with nanoprobes, then moaned in pleasure as they swelled to a size that, while still far smaller than Seven’s ponderous pillows, was far more impressive than they had been.“It is time my slave to help your Breast Queen restore purpose on this ship” Seven said with complete confidence as B’Elanna knealed feeling both grateful and inferior to the insanely curvy blonde before her.
Seven went on to explain her revelation. Her lust for expansion had opened her eyes and saw that all females needed what she was capable of. And Seven had to lead them into new huge busted society based on the most important principle in her mind “breast expansion”.
All status will be based solely on breast size and all law will be determined by the most large busted, the queen, Seven of Nine. The males would also bow down to her but she would send leave them on a small planet so as not to intefer with their female form of life.
“That is the way we shall build our new Society.” as Seven finished explaining her plan to B’Elanna
Seven’s bust jiggled with the slightest motion she made but it was only through sheer determination did she not stop and enjoy her undulating funbags. B’Elanna on the other hand was two seconds away from grabbing Seven’s enouromous busom.
Had it not been for her devotion to her new queen, she would have almost certainly have ripped open the strained catsuit Seven wore and tit fucked like never before.
“However… I must first grow some more in order to assure that all will submit to me” Seven said.“That is where you come in, my Double D’d assitant, you shall capture all the females, and bring them to me when I have finished expanding in order for them to become loyal to our just cause.”
B’Elanna nodded and replied “Yes your bustiness, I will do so, It will be tough to subdue them, so I will take them in small groupings”“Go then, I will go to the cargo bay to answer my calling while you put on some attire in order to be more discreet” Seven replied almost wrilyB’Elanna looked down, and then looked back up, a little distraught,“have no fear my sla
ve, your tits shall not be covered for long, for soon when we control the ship, you will be free of your restrictive garments and require your own subordinates to tend to you”
Smiling, and openly relishing in the idea of larger tits, B’Elanna replicated a larger Starfleet Uniform and they both left on their mission.
Seven squeezed her basketball-sized tits through the doorway from B’Elanna’s room to the hall and proceeded to the turbolift. When and empty car arrived, she stepped in, said “Cargo Bay 3”, and began to ponder what larger breasts would be like.
Needless to say, it was quite the fantasy as she imagined herself with tits the size of cargo bay rooms with hundreds of slaves obeying her every command.
Really? The size of cargo rooms? Is there really no point at which most Breast Expansion fetishists say, “Okay, that’s a bit too big.”? Sigh.
She snapped out of her reverie when the lift doors opened, and found that her fantasies had triggered the nanoprobes within her to begin the planned expansion. They were already the size of large beachballs and still growing. She tried to command them to stop, but found she could barely work up the will too.“Its just too damn beautiful…I can’t…..I don’t want to stop it!” Seven groaned to herself. She was becoming hornier and hornier as her growing breasts made her want to lose all control. But Seven had a mission, and she needed to control hereslf for now.
There was only one thing to do: try to make it to the cargo bay before she became stuck here. She began to force one of her huger-all-the-time tits through the turbolift door and managed to go through the doorway sideways, with one tit inside and one out. Then came the hardest part – pulling here other tit out, which was even now slightly bigger than the other one had been to push. As big as a beanbag chair, she tugged and pulled on her (quite elastic) shirt material, and managed to tear the outfit to shreds getting her boob free. Seven felt a triumph as her normally resilient catsuit tore apart like it was made of paper as her might tits, now about the same size displayed themselves with any cover.
They were still growing, and while the cargo bay doors were significantly larger than the turbolift’s, she didn’t want to be stuck in the hallway. So she quickly walked (she couldn’t run effectively) to Cargo Bay 3, entered, and went out in the center of the nearly empty space to await her full expansion.
Seven had managed to heave her humongous tits onto the ground.
Her upper part of uniform laid in tatters around her as her breasts began to slow there expansion. Breathing Deeply, and regaining her strength, she propped herself, albeit with much effort, to examine how large she had become.The results were staggering, in the relatively short two minutes since her breasts had started expanding, they were 1 foot away from touching the floor. And there was no sag either, perky yet spherical they retained their form.
Seven stood agape at the beautiful site infront of her, as she uncousciusly began to grope herself.
Her tit’s sensitivity had increased with her size and with a second of touching her skin, Seven dropped, managing only to kneel, as she rubbed her breasts, moaning with the most intense pleasure that any human has ever experienced. The blonde science officer’s eyes glazed over, as she spent the next two minutes relieving herself of the built up sexual tension that had built up thanks to Seven’s self-control in the hallway.
Her mind still reeling from the intense orgasm, Seven kneeled as she stroked her funbags which nestled in her lap and onto the cold floor.Her nipples, which hadn’t grown with her breasts, seemed like small islands on a vast ocean of tit flesh, but Seven had an inkling should someone touch them, her mind would be overwhelmed by orgasm. She would probably be unable to regain control of herself for a good time too.
“I should protect that weakness later…” Seven thoughtThey so incredibly large but the Borg knew she was going to have grow even further to assume control. Still Seven felt more emotionally satisfied then she ever had in her life, gazing with a small smile on her face. They were firm yet huggably soft, though it was probably against Seven’s current plan to hug her globes which would send her into uncontrolled masturbation.
She had to for now, content herself with stroking her tits. She undid her normally tightly contained hair and let it fall onto her busom, a symbol of Seven’s newfound freedom. Though her massive breasts were the main feature, her small waist and large ass contemplated her hourglass figure despite the fact no one could probably see them behind the mass of boob..
“I grew past my original expectations……. if I inject more nanoprobes I will grow even larger then once intended” Seven contemplated.
She did a quick calculation and realized that should she inject more nanoprobes into herself, she would grow 1.5 times larger then what was required. Also her breasts would swell even more during her growth phase of the day.
Seeing the size of this cargo room which was the largest on voyager, it could probably only hold her and her breasts for 2 more weeks should she inject the nano probesBut I am the tit queen after all, its my given mission Seven thought to herself, weighing the choices. She smiled as she made up her mind……
And… actually, this isn’t the end. There’s a whole second part to the epic saga of Seven’s stupid-large boobs, and furthermore, it’s 15,000 words long. I couldn’t bring myself to read it — after 3000 words of this stupidity I was quite done, as I’m sure you understand — but you can keep reading here. I imagine there are some doozies in there, so please share them with your fellow Topless Roboteers in the comments. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to drink until I start finding breasts attractive again.