This story was a joint idea from me and LTKNT on deviantart.com, It was base on my art, sorry for the spelling and grammer so here the story.
CHAPTER 1: The Cloud
“Captain’s log, stardate 54013.7. Long range sensors have detected what appears to be a large nebula that could potentially house a series of wormholes. One of which could lead to the Alpha quadrant.” ____Capt. Kathryn Janeway
The Intrepid-class starship U.S.S. Voyager cruised through the black void of space. Inside on the bridge Ensign Harry Kim stood at the operations console, his eyes fixed on the viewer eagerly awaiting the first glimpse of the nebula. Ever since Voyager was entrapped in the Delta quadrant, Ensign Kim expressed the strongest desire to get back home to earth where his proud parents would be waiting. Lt. Tom Paris was busy piloting the ship. Although optimistic, he was careful not to allow himself to make homecoming plans. Lt. Cmdr. Tuvok stood at the tactical station ready to respond at the first sign of trouble.
Capt. Kathryn Janeway relaxed in the command seat. She inhaled and exhaled deeply allowing the controlled breath to calm her nerves. She was hopeful that soon her ship and crew would be safely back in the Alpha quadrant. After all it was her decision to destroy the Caretaker’s array that stranded Voyager in the Delta quadrant. Janeway could not help blaming herself and took full responsibility for everything that had happened since that fateful encounter with the Caretaker. She looked ahead at the viewer, her expression that of a mother deeply concerned for the well being of her children. Cmdr. Chakotay noticed the tension and uneasiness Janeway was experiencing. He decided to break the silence with a direct question.
“What’s on your mind?”
Janeway hesitated. Slowly she left her deep thoughts and turned her attention to her loyal commander.
“Chakotay, if you were in command what would you have done with the Caretaker’s array?”
“Captain, don’t you think it’s a little late to have buyer’s remorse?”
“I’m serious Chakotay, would you have given the order to destroy the array?”
“If you’re asking me if I think it was the wrong decision, I’ll tell you what I thought 7 years ago. Destroying the array was the only option.”
“What if it wasn’t? I sacrificed our chance to get back home because I didn’t want the array to fall into the wrong hands.”
“Don’t torture yourself Kathryn. Besides, if this nebula is what we think it is, today will be our last day in the Delta quadrant.”
“I need it to be Chakotay. I need this more than you know.”
Suddenly a brief quake shook the bridge unsettling the crew.
“Report!” Janeway barked as she gathered herself in the command chair.
“Atmospheric turbulence 20,0000 kilometers off the star port bow. That was the worst of it. We should be okay from here on.” Lt. Paris replied.
“Let’s not take any chances. Deflectors, full intensity.” Janeway ordered.
“Deflectors full intensity.” Tuvok confirmed as his fingers efficiently glided across the touch panel of the tactical console. Voyager continued to cruise ahead. Soon the starship was nearing the nebula. Tuvok alerted Janeway.
“Captain, we will enter the nebula in ten seconds. I have a visual.”
“On screen.” Janeway ordered. The viewer filled with the image of a pink, puffy, almost cotton like mist of swirling gases.
“It looks like a field of cotton candy.” Ensign Kim said, his eyes wide with astonishment.
“Or a big pink cloud.” Lt. Paris replied.
Janeway activated her chair’s armrest intercom panel and spoke with authority.
“Seven, we’re entering the nebula. Can you locate any of the wormholes?”
Inside the Astrometrics bay, Seven Of Nine observed an image of the nebula on the large display screen. She initiated the search program, locating 3 possible wormholes. She spoke into the intercom in a calm calculating voice.
“Captain, I have located 3 points of reference. They appear to be connections between widely separated regions of space-time.”
Janeway’s voice boomed of the intercom speaker.
“Can you confirm if any of them lead to the Alpha quadrant?”
Seven ran in depth sensor scans on the objects. She reported what turned out to be disappointing results.
“Captain, further scans show the objects to be wormhole echoes. The actual gate ways have deteriorated and are no longer here.”
On the bridge Janeway tried to hide the letdown in her facial expression as she spoke into the intercom.
“Understood, good work Seven.”
“This really sucks. The whole time we were chasing ghosts.” Ensign Kim said, his excitement extinguished.”
“Keep your head up Harry. There are thousands of wormholes out there. Eventually we’ll find one that will get us home.” Lt. Paris replied. He yawned and stretched as if waking up in the morning.
“We didn’t find what we were looking for. Tom take us out of here.” Janeway ordered.
“Yes mam.” Lt. Paris replied. He was greeted by an error tone when he touched the helm control panel.
“Captain, the helm is not responding.” Lt. Paris reported, his eyes growing heavy.
“Sensors are detecting high levels of an unknown radioactive substance. It’s being released from the cloud.” Ensign Kim said as he began to feel tired.
“Shields!” Janeway yelled.
“Shields are offline! Systems are shutting down throughout the ship with exception of life support and gravity emitters!” Ensign Kim reported. He shook himself attempting to ward off the intense drowsiness he was experiencing. Lt. Paris fell unconscious, his head resting on the helm console. Janeway barked out orders.
“Red alert! Chakotay take the helm!”
“Sure, thing Captain but first I need a nap.”
Chakotay slumped in his chair and fell unconscious. Janeway shook him by the arm.
“Chakotay! Chakotay! Chakotay wake up!”
Chakotay did not respond. He was snoring, locked in a deep sleep. Ensign Kim lost his battle to stay awake. He fell unconscious and collapsed to the floor at the operations station.
“Oh my god! Harry not you too!” Janeway cried as she sprang to her feet and ran up the ramp to the tactical station where she found Tuvok struggling to keep his eyes open.
“Tuvok, what’s happening?”
“I…do…not…know…Captain…It….appears…to…be…a…side…effect ….of…the…radiation.”
Janeway carefully helped Tuvok down onto the floor, holding his head on her lap. He was clearly losing the struggle to stay awake. Janeway was confused. The radiation seemed to have no impact on her. Tuvok closed his eyes and appeared to be gone.
“Tuvok, stay with me! Why am I still conscious? Why isn’t the radiation affecting me?” Janeway asked. Tuvok used the last bit of will power he had left to lift his heavy eyelids. He looked into Janeway's concerned eyes before giving her what he believed was a logical explanation.
“Only……male……crew members…….have succumbed to….the effects……logic……..dictates, females……are…..immune.”
Tuvok gradually slipped away. He began to mumble before losing consciousness. Janeway swiftly tapped her combadge.
“Doctor to the bridge! Medical emergency!”
The female voice of the ship’s computer boomed over the intercom.
“The EMH is offline.”
Janeway left Tuvok’s side. She carefully got Lt. Paris off his chair and gently placed him on the floor, then she seated herself at the helm and began pressing the touch panel controls aggressively as if she could will the ship to move. Despite her failing efforts, she continued to attempt to get a response from the paralyzed helm, her passion to save her ship and crew blinding her to the fact that it was a lost cause. Suddenly Chief Engr. B’Elanna Torres’ voice crackled over the intercom.
“Captain, what the hell is going on! Every male member of my staff decided to go to sleep on the job and I can’t wake them up!”
“B’Elanna, we encountered a foreign radiation surge shortly after entering the nebula. Tuvok, Harry, Tom and Chakotay are all unconscious. The Doctor’s program is offline. I need you on the bridge!”
“Okay, I’ll be right there!”
Meanwhile inside the Astrometrics bay, Seven of Nine began to feel her body slip into a sudden chemical imbalance. It was a feeling she had not felt before which frightened her. A dreadful premonition crept into her consciousness as a massive hot flash set in drenching her with sweat. She put her hand to her head as her perception of the room began to rotate around her. Seven held onto the control counter for support as her knees grew weak, her dizziness intensifying, bringing with it a surge of nausea. Loads of vomit blasted out of her mouth, purging the contents of her stomach. She moaned in discomfort and grabbed her sizable breasts as pain flared inside them. Small lumps began to form in clusters all over her clammy flesh. In an instant, thousands of microscopic nanoprobes burst from her exposed skin, others tore through the thin fabric of her body suite leaving open bleeding wounds. The large swarm of nanoprobes escaped the Astrometrics bay as quickly as they had emerged. Seven of Nine's energy was diminished, her traumatized body shaken with fear. Before she could recover from this shocking moment, Janeway’s voice carried over the intercom.
“Seven, I need you on the bridge!”
Seven gathered herself as best she could then, replied.
“I will be there momentarily.”
Seven started for the door then stopped mid stride as a sensation of pressure rose inside her abdomen. Alarmed she placed her hand on her belly, feeling it being pushed forward by expanding gases, some of which escaped out her rectum. She looked down and observed her belly rapidly inflating, creating a bloated appearance in her mid-section. Her breasts and butt grew larger pulling her already snug fitting body suite tighter. Her boots became uncomfortable as her feet swelled. Seven took several deep breaths. She was afraid and had no idea why her body was changing right before her eyes. The growth stopped momentarily giving her time to calm herself down. She walked carefully toward the exit doors as they slide apart. Seven stepped into the corridor and headed for the turbo lift. Her belly suddenly pushed forward again in growth along with her breasts and ass. She fell toward the wall, bracing herself with one hand. Seven moaned as her hips widened. Her vagina filled with growth hormones causing it to become larger and swollen. It bulged through the stretched fabric of her body suit creating a noticeable camel toe print. Her fattening nipples pressed against the chest area of the body suit pilling the material fibers apart. Seven's heart rate increased. Her breathing became audible, each inhale and exhale heavy with exertion. She moved forward groping the corridor walls, sweat dripping from her face. She passed by several female crew members who were also in distress, their bodies expanding, morphing into pregnant form. Some had small but noticeable bulging abdomens. Others had full blown protruding, swollen bellies and huge breasts that had busted through their Starfleet uniforms. One poor woman was struggling to remove her boots, so she could free her badly swollen feet. The entire corridor was filled with the sounds of labored female moans, ripping fabric, and gas induced bloating stomach noises. Male crew members lay unconscious on the floor where they had fallen.
By the time Seven made it to the turbo lift her thick, hard nipples had punched holes in the front of her body suit top big enough to expose themselves. She had gained 20 pounds of body fat and found lumbering her cumbersome pregnant body into the elevator chamber a bit difficult. Once she was inside the doors shut. She rested her stressed back against the wall to take the extra load she was carrying off it and her feet aching feet.
“Bridge.” Seven muttered, finding herself short of breath. The turbo lift activated. Seven looked down at her protruding pregnant belly. The lump of her navel was bulging through the badly stretched body suit fabric. Her widening hips and growing butt were pulling the side seams apart. Her breasts were getting larger and heavier, gaining mass by the minute. Seven pulled off her boots. The throbbing pain in her feet subsided and seemed to move up her body because now her back was aching. She took the posture of a heavily pregnant woman, supporting her back with her hands as she wondered how much bigger she was going to get.
Chapter 2: Nanoprobe Impregnation
The swarm of Nanoprobes dispersed throughout Voyager invading all decks, continuing to force themselves into the wombs of female crew members creating more unwanted pregnancies. On the bridge Janeway remained at the helm. Chief Engr. Torres used a tricorder to scan Chakotay, Ensign Kim, Lt. Paris and Tuvok. She reported her findings to Janeway.
“Captain, according to tricorder readings, the men are in a coma like state. I can’t explain it or ascertain why we're not affected.”
“Before he lost consciousness, Tuvok told me the radiation from the cloud somehow only effects men. It also seems to be having a impact on the ship’s circuitry.” Janeway said.
Torres ran tricorder scans of the tactical, operations, and helm stations.
“Correct, Captain the radiation is having a neutralizing effect on Voyager. For all intents and purposes, the ship is just like the men, in a coma like state.”
“Somehow we’ve got to get away from the cloud. B’Elanna, is there anything you can do on the engineering side of things?”
Before Torres could answer, the turbo lift doors slid open. Seven of Nine waddled onto the bridge bare foot and very pregnant. Janeway and Torres rushed over to her unable to believe their eys.
“Dear god! Seven! What happened to you?” Janeway asked, getting an eye full of Seven’s enlarged exposed nipple breasts, terribly swollen protruding belly and the nanoprobe exit wounds.
“I do not know. The radiation from the cloud caused me to release a large quantity of nanoprobes. Shortly after I began to experience unchecked growth in my mammary glands, abdomen, buttocks and other areas of my body.”
Torres gave Seven a tricorder scan from head to toe. She was puzzled by the reading.
“Captain, you are not going to believe this. Seven is pregnant!”
"That is impossible. I have not engaged in sexual activity with any males on board this ship!" Seven said, in complete denial of her condition.
“B'Elanna are you sure the tricorder is not malfunctioning? ” Janeway asked, a look of worry on her face.
“I wish it was but it's working fine. I can’t explain it, but Seven's got at least two full term fetuses growing inside her uterus. Readings indicate her eggs are continuing to fertilize. There’s no telling how many babies she’s going to end up with!” Torres said, eyes wide with fear.
Seven experienced another growth spurt as an additional fetus rapidly developed inside her womb. The sound of shredding fabric filled the bridge as her breasts and belly busted free of their stressed body suit confines. Her hips widened, and her rear end expanded more, exposing her butt crack through a large torn open hole in the the fabric. Breastmilk erupted from her darkened thick nipples. Janeway and Torres got caught in the uncontrolled spray of mother’s nectar.
“I am sorry, I had no control over that reaction. Please forgive me.” Seven said, feeling embarrassed.
“It’s not your fault Seven. Mmmmm your milk is very sweet.” Janeway said, trying to lighten the mood. She licked breastmilk spatter from her lips, then placed her hand on Seven's overgrown swollen belly, feeling its mass and the movement of life that inhabited her crowded womb.
“Captain, I’m afraid the unchecked pregnancy occurrence is not limited to me.” Seven said, nervousness in her tone.
“Explain.” Janeway said, crossing her arms.
“The nanoprobes I released carry an impregnating code. They appear to have spread out within the ship. On my way to the bridge I encountered several female crew members who were in various stages of pregnancy.”
“So, this is what happens to us? The men get to sleep, and we get pregnant?” Torres said, a hint of her fiery Klingon temper in her voice.
“I regret to confirm that every female on Voyager will become pregnant in a short period of time.” Seven said with unsettling certainty.
“No, we have to stop this. There must be a way to defeat the nanoprobes. We’ve done it before. If we can get the Doctor back online, he could find a way.” Janeway said in defiance of the situation. Seven abrasively confronted her.
“Captain, your stubborn determination has blinded you. Even with the Doctor's help it will be too late. You and B’Elanna are most likely already impregnated. Instead of assimilating, these nanoprobes have been reprogramed to impregnate. They will not stop until every female onboard this ship is pregnant. Birth control is futile.”
As if on cue a swarm of nanoprobes entered the bridge. One group headed for Janeway, the other headed for Torres. Both women were completely oblivious to the presence of the tiny Borg invaders until they felt their skin being penetrated. Janeway and Torres reacted simultaneously.
“Captain, I just felt something! It was like a thousand ants all biting me at the same time!” Torres shouted, as she began to scratch herself all over.
“I felt it too! The nanoprobes, they’ve gotten us!” Janeway said, eyes wide with fear, rubbing her body in annoyance of the uncomfortable sensation. Seven’s belly expanded again. The cluster of heavy fetuses inside her womb put considerable pressure on her bladder causing her to urinate where she stood.
“I am ashamed!” Seven yelled, her bare feet soaking in the puddle of body fluid she created on the floor. Janeway moaned as her abdomen bloated. She brought her hands up to her chest and felt her breasts grow against her palms. She looked in horror at Torres who was experiencing the same changes. Janeway’s belly grew from a bloated lump into a protruding bulge. She put her hands on her rear end and felt her butt grow bigger.
Torres’ nipples became erect as her breasts enlarged, gaining increased weight. Her belly expanded fast, becoming large and firm. It tore through her uniform as her inverted navel popped out forming a protruding belly button. She gave a loud female Klingon groan as her hips widened taking the seat of her pants with them. Out popped her growing exposed butt through the torn apart hole in the fabric.
Janeway’s surging belly forced its way out of her uniform with a violent rip of fabric. The bridge lights gleamed off her stretched skin. Her breasts had grown so large they were being squeezed to death by her tight-fitting uniform top. Breastmilk was being forced out in vast amounts. It soaked the chest area of her bulging uniform top, ran down her legs and dripped out the bottom of her pants. Janeway found it difficult to breath. She was gasping for air and sweating heavily. She became aware of her swollen feet as they pressed against the walls of her boots. To the pregnant captain’s relief her uniform top busted open. Her huge growing breasts flopped out spraying loads of milk all over the bridge. They rested atop her protruding belly and sagged to each side under their weight, continuing to grow until the expanding mounds of flesh were nearly touching the floor.
Torres’ uniform top was not coming apart fast enough for her. She grabbed the tightening chest area and ripped it open allowing her heavy dark nipple breasts to fall out and relax on top of her massive belly. By the time the expansion attack was over Seven of Nine’s belly had grown to the largest size out of the 3 women. Janeway had the biggest breasts, while Torres ended up had with an even balance of breast and belly overgrowth. They were all seriously pregnant, carrying multiple babies in their wombs. Janeway carefully sat down on the breastmilk slippery floor.
“Oh, my feet are killing me. B’Elanna help me get my boots off.”
Torres waddled over to Janeway and with a bit of effort, removed her boots. The captain’s bare feet were puffy and red along the pressure points. She gave a big sigh in relief.
“Thanks B'Elanna. You’ll have to get Seven to help you get yours off. I can’t lean forward enough.” Janeway said with a smile.
“It’s okay, lucky for me Klingons have a high tolerance for pain.” Torres said. She picked up the tricorder and scanned her own swollen belly, then Janeway’s.
“Right now, I’ve got 5 babies in my womb! Captain you have 8! Just like Seven Of Nine, our eggs are continuing to fertilize and divide. At this rate we’ll over populate Voyager!” Torres said, with a horrified look on her face.
“It is obvious that we, and none of the other female crew members will be able to function in our assigned roles on board the ship due to our diminished physical condition. It is critical that we revive the males if we wish to survive.” Seven said.
“Agreed. It’s up to us to find a way to get the ship out of the cloud.” Janeway said.
“Captain, I just thought of something. Decompressing the cargo bay would create a shock wave which should propel Voyager far enough away from the cloud’s center which would reduce the radiation levels. In theory that would restore ship wide systems and wake up the men.” Torres said, a spark of excitement in her eyes.
“B’Elanna, without ship systems we can’t open the cargo bay doors.” Janeway said, her distinctive voice winded.
“The turbo lift is still functioning which would indicate the possibility of cargo bay control still being operative.” Seven said.
“Alright let’s keep our fingers crossed. Computer this is the captain. Decompress the cargo bay.” Janeway ordered.
“Cargo bay decompression initiated.” Replied the ship’s computer voice. In the cargo bay the doors slid open. Everything inside was sucked out into the nebula. As planned, the wake of decompression energy created a shock wave that pushed Voyager away from the cloud's radiation field.
CHAPTER 3: Maternity Ship
Torres ran environment tricorder scans to confirm her plan had worked. She eagerly reported the results.
“Radiation levels are dropping!”
Seven waddled over to the operations station and examined the various system indicators on the control panel.
“Report!” Janeway yelled, her massive breasts auto dripping milk onto the floor.
“All systems are returning to normal parameters!” Seven replied.
Torres waddled over to the helm, delighted to find it operational.
“We are in business Captain!” She shouted, excitement causing her to suffer hard contraction. She grabbed her firm pregnant belly and leaned against the helm control station for support, managing the sharp pains caused by her uterus with controlled breathing patterns.
“B’Elanna are you alright?” Janeway asked, ignoring her own pregnant body.
“Yes captain, I must’ve had a contraction but I don't think I'm going into labor.”
Abruptly the Doctor appeared on the bridge. He could not believe what he saw. Janeway, Seven, and Torres, heavily pregnant bodies exposed. Chakotay, Lt. Paris, Ensign Kim, and Tuvok lying on the floor unconscious.
“Dear lord! Captain what the devil happened here!”
“Relax Doctor, surely you’ve seen pregnant women before.” Janeway said, the hint of a smile on her face.
“Yes, I have but you, B’Elanna, and Seven are so huge! Not to mention you still haven't told me how you 3 got this way.”
“Doctor, it's not just me, B'Elanna and Seven that are pregnant. All of the women on board Voyager were impregnated by modified nanoprobes that were released from Seven’s body. It was the result of radiation we encountered inside the nebula we are still in. It shut down the ship and put the men into a kind of coma state.” Janeway explained.
“You mean every female on the ship is knocked up?” the Doctor asked, getting an eyeful of Janeway’s massive leaking breasts.
“Yes Doctor, I’m hoping you can find a way to reverse the process. However, first things first. B’Elanna, get us out of here.” Janeway ordered.
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Torres replied. Unable to sit at the helm due to the size of her swollen belly she piloted Voyager out of the nebula standing up.
“We’re clear of the nebula Captain.” Torres reported, giving a sigh of relief.
“Thank god. Doctor get us and as many of the other pregnant women to sick bay as you can. Hopefully you have maternity clothes big enough to fit us. Hurry before the men wake up. They can’t see their captain like this.” Janeway said. The doctor helped her to her feet.
“You’ll all have to be transported to sickbay. No offense Captain but if we walk, you’ll have to go sideways through the turbo lift doors.” The Doctor said.
“Understood.” Janeway replied with a smile. The Doctor tapped his combadge.
“Computer, transport the captain, B’Elanna, Seven and the rest of my pregnant patients to sickbay.”
Janeway, Seven and Torres dematerialized off the bridge. Ensign Kim groaned as he regained consciousness, followed by Chakotay, Lt. Paris and Tuvok.
“Doctor what happened? Where is the captain?” Chakotay asked, the affects of stupor lingering. The Doctor gave him a medical scan.
“The ship is safe now. You and the rest of the men were in a coma state caused by radiation generated from the nebula. The effects will completely pass in minutes. The Captain, and all women on board Voyager are incapacitated.” The Doctor explained in a calm but concerned tone.
“Incapacitated? How?” What happened to them?” Chakotay asked.
“This is going to sound crazy and I have to admit I could not believe it even when I saw them. The captain and every woman on board is very pregnant.”
“Pregnant?!” Lt. Paris said in disbelief.
“Yes Mr. Paris. The pregnancies were caused by a Borg nanoprobe infestation.” The Doctor explained.
“The Borg were in that nebula?” Ensign Kim asked.
“No. It was Seven. She released the nanoprobes. The event was not deliberate on her part. She is also heavily pregnant. Her belly is the biggest on board the ship.” The Doctor said.
“Where are the women? I have to see the Captain.” Chakotay said as he stood to his feet.
“The women are in sickbay. The Captain would like for you not to see her right now. She’s half naked. I need to replicate maternity clothes big enough to cover her and the others.” The Doctor explained.
“I understand. Let me know when she’s ready.” Chakotay replied.
“You’ll be the first to know. Now if you’ll excuse me I must go and tend to my pregnant patients. Computer send the EMH to sickbay.”
The Doctor vanished off the bridge. He reappeared in sickbay and observed the room full of naked heavily pregnant female crew members. They had taken off what remained of their uniforms for comfort. Every bed was in use. The Doctor ran a series of individual womb scans then maneuvered amid the crowded conditions and found the captain. She was lying on her back, massive saggy breasts slumped to each side. They hung low, continuing to leak large amounts of milk. Her badly swollen protruding belly had gotten bigger nearly hiding her bulging hairy vagina. The Doctor could not help focusing on the captain’s knocked up nakedness as he gave her a brief report.
“The men are fully awake. I told them what happened to you and the other female crew members.”
“Good. Doctor you’re the only one who has seen the captain’s pussy. You must feel lucky.” Janeway said, a disapproving expression on her face.
“I’m glad to see you haven’t lost your sense of humor. I’ll have you covered up in a few minutes.” The Doctor replied.
“Make sure you make the fabric form adjusting. My belly grew again before you got here. I don’t want to try and guess how many babies I’m carrying now. Figuring out what to do with all the children that will be born on Voyager is certainly going to pose a problem.” Janeway said, the raging pregnancy hormones slowly affecting her mood. The Doctor noticed her swollen belly bulging in several places as the babies moved around inside her over crowded womb. Janeway observed the look of dread on the Doctor’s face.
“What’s the matter Doctor?”
“Scans of your womb indicate your pregnancy is fixed.”
“Explain.”
“The nanoprobes are keeping your body in a constant state of ovulation. The process of pregnancy repeats itself but never reaches the end.”
“Doctor what are you saying?”
“Once the babies reach full term they don’t enter the birth canal. Instead they just dissolve, becoming proteins that fertilize the next egg. The process happens quickly. Your womb will always be full of life. Unless I can find a way to kill the Nanoprobes, you and every woman on Voyager will never give birth. You’ll be pregnant for the rest of your lives, or until the strain on your bodies becomes too great and you simply die.”
Janeway took the unsettling news as best as she could, forcing herself to remain optimistic despite her increasingly irritable mood.
“I’m counting on you Doctor to help us. I can’t command this ship as long as these things are inside me.”
“I’ll do my best, but I can’t make any promises. Borg technology is complicated enough. The mutations caused by the nebula are not making things any easier.”
“Your best isn’t good enough Doctor. I’m ordering you to terminate every pregnancy on board Voyager!”
“Understood.”
The doctor left Janeway’s bedside and approached Seven Of Nine. She was very annoyed and in a bad mood which caused her to bark at the Doctor.
“This situation is most inconvenient! You must help me at once!”
“Seven please try to stay calm. Is there anything you can tell me about the nanoprobes that would help in neutralizing them?”
“How would I know? My feet hurt, and I cannot breathe adequately due to the weight of my overgrown belly! I am tired of being pregnant! Doctor you must make it stop! Make it stop!”
The Doctor quickly sedated Seven realizing she was going to be of no assistance. Suddenly every woman in sickbay began to suffer from volatile pregnancy hormone induced mood swings. They began yelling at each other and at the Doctor. Some even tried to get up and start catfights. The Doctor was forced to sedate them all leaving only Janeway awake.
“Doctor I don’t mean to rush you, but I would like some clothes before Voyager makes it back home!” She shouted, her face flush with frustration.
“Relax Captain, don’t make me put you under too.” The Doctor warned, brandishing the anesthetic applicator.
“Don’t threaten me Doctor! I want clothes! I’m tired of you getting off looking at me!”
“I’m a hologram not a pervert!”
“Keep your fingers away from my god damn cunt!”
The Doctor realized Janeway had become a victim of the pregnancy hormones and was out of her mind.
“I’m sorry Captain but you leave me no choice. I can’t get any work done with you nagging me!”
“Keep your hands off me! No! I won’t let you take advantage of me!”
Janeway was helpless to stop the Doctor from sedating her. He inhaled and exhaled in relief. With the room quiet he activated a classical music piece and began programing the replicator to produce oversized maternity clothes. Afterwards he set about researching a way to deal with the nanoprobes.
CHAPTER 4: No Way Out
“First Officer’s log stardate 54014.7, Chakotay reporting. Voyager has been safely out of the nebula for hours now. The men on board have fully recovered from the affects of the radiation. The women have not. I have taken command of Voyager in the Captain’s absence. All positions that were staffed by women before the incident have been filled by men. So far it looks as though there is no way to abort the ship wide pregnancies.”
The senior male officers sat at the conference room table to discuss the current situation they were faced with. Chakotay cleared his throat before speaking.
“Gentlemen as you know by now we no longer have the help of our female colleagues. I’m in command of the ship until the Captain is fit to return to duty. If she were here, she’d want us to remain positive and work tirelessly to overcome this obstacle and that’s exactly what we are going to do. Doctor have you turned up any good news from your research of the nanoprobes?”
“I wish I could say I have but all I’ve found out so far is these mutated nanoprobes are immune to any antibodies that I have tried to use against them. They simply adapt too quickly and build their defense accordingly.”
“Doc no offense but you look like you’ve just been told someone died.” Lt. Paris said, observing the Doctor’s grim and depressed facial expression.
“Are the Captain and the other women going to be okay?” Ensign Kim asked, concern in his voice. The doctor paused then replied.
“I honestly don’t know at this point. As far as I can tell they’ll be pregnant for years without ever giving birth. It’s not a prospect I’m looking forward to considering the pregnancy hormones are producing volatile mood swings. For example, the Captain told me to keep my fingers away from her quote, god damn cunt.”
“Have you considered extracting the babies manually? Perhaps by performing a caesarean section.” Tuvok asked in a calm and composed manner.
“I wish it were that simple Tuvok. The problem is these babies have been engineered to connect to the vital organs of their hosts. Cutting them out would kill the mothers. All of my attempts to find a way around this problem have failed.”
Cook/Morale Ofc. Neelix voiced his concern.
“I don’t know how long we can keep our pregnant shipmates fed. They have huge appetites! I’ve got the replicators working overtime and pretty soon all of my organic supplies in the kitchen will be gone. We need to find alternative sources of food and fast.”
“It would be easier if we were in the Alpha quadrant. Out here it’s like being in a desert cut off from supplies. We’ll have to start looking for planets with earth like echo systems to resupply Neelix’s organic food stores before the replicators burn out.” Chakotay said.
“I know a few remote locations. I’m pretty sure I can get the people in each one to do business with us.” Neelix said.
“Good, that’s the first good news we’ve gotten so far.” Chakotay said.
“Unfortunately, that plan presents a serious problem. If Voyager gets near any inhabited planets we risk impregnating more females should the nanoprobes escape the ship. As long as they remain unchecked, Voyager is a flying bio hazard.” Tuvok warned.
“So much for getting extra food. Thanks a lot Mr. Vulcan, you sure know how to kill a buzz.” Neelix replied in downcast.
“Guys, this also means we can’t go near earth which means we can’t go home.” Ensign Kim said.
“Indeed, the risk of world-wide contamination is too great. We may be forced to remain here even if we were to find a way to return to the Alpha quadrant.” Tuvok replied, devoid of emotion.
“Obviously we have a lot to think about. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We’ll deal with one problem at a time. Tom, Harry, Tuvok, Neelix, return to your posts and stay alert.” Chakotay ordered. The four singled out men rose from their seats and left the conference room.
“Is Kathryn ready for visitors?” Chakotay asked the Doctor.
“Yes, but she is still very moody. I would advise caution.”
“As long as she’s decent, her bite won’t bother me.”
“If by decent you mean is she wearing clothes, I’m pleased to inform you that I was able to replicate supersize maternity clothing for all of the women.”
“Doctor you make it sound like the Captain is as big as a house.”
“Wait till you see her. She’s the bustiest woman in sickbay.”
Chakotay tried to keep himself from forming a picture in his mind of how Janeway’s body looked. He and the Doctor exited the conference room and wended their way down the ship’s corridors to sickbay. Chakotay could not believe his eyes when he stepped into the crowded room. So many heavily pregnant women all in one place boasting the hugest, most swollen bellies he had ever seen. Maternity clothing could not hide the massive bulging mounds their protruding bellies created. Chakotay’s jaw dropped when he spotted Janeway’s over expanded form. She was sitting up in bed stuffing her face with replicated peanut butter, pickles and chocolate ice cream. Large wet spots could be seen at the front of her maternity top near her humongous breasts.
“Not something you see every day is it?” The Doctor asked, keeping his voice level low and discrete.
“No, it isn’t.” Chakotay replied in stunned disbelief. He walked over to Janeway’s bedside struggling to find words to speak. The hungry Captain momentarily stopped eating when she noticed she had company.
“I must look like a fat mess to your eyes Chakotay.” Janeway said, wiping away smeared ice cream from the corners of her lips with the back of her hand. Chakotay snapped out of his overwhelmed state.
"Actually you remind me of a innocent little girl."
"Oh come now Chakotay be honest. I'm a big fat heifer."
“Kathryn how do you feel?” Chakotay asked, quickly changing the subject.
“How would you feel if you were suddenly full of gremlins that won’t come out?” Janeway asked, deliberately deflecting the question.
“I’d feel terrible, but I wouldn't let it get me down.” Chakotay replied, choosing his words carefully. Janeway continued.
“Terrible doesn’t even come close. I’m too heavy to walk. I’m stuck in here with all these other knocked up bitches. My breasts won’t stop leaking milk. The Doctor said soon I’ll need to be hooked up to a breast pump daily just to keep the pressure down. On top of all of that, I lost command of my ship.”
Janeway became emotional, sadness overtook her facial expression. Chakotay held her hand in a gesture of support.
“Kathryn it’s going to be okay. You haven’t lost Voyager. I’ll be sure to consult you before I make any major decision.”
“No Chakotay, I’m not fit to be Captain anymore. You’re in command now. The Doctor said the other women and I may be like this for the rest of our lives. It hasn’t been easy for me to accept that. All I can do now is sit in here and fatten up like a prize heifer!” Tears fell from Janeway’s eyes as she started to cry.
“Don’t give up Kathryn. You’re a fighter! You must stay strong for the other women. We will beat this. It might take days, it might even take years but trust me you every woman in here will overcome this!”
“Go away Chakotay. I want to be alone.”
“Kathryn please.”
“I SAID LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!”
“Alright. I’m going.”
Chakotay left Janeway’s bedside. Seeing his longtime colleague broken and out of shape weighed heavy on his heart. He returned to the Doctor who was looking over nanoprobe research he had already studied.
“Doctor how are the other women holding up?”
“Not much better than the Captain I’m afraid.”
Chakotay noticed Seven Of Nine’s massive pregnant bump. It dwarfed the other women’s swollen bellies by 4 sizes. It pushed up her maternity top exposing itself. It was flush with bulging blood veins and looked more like an oddly shaped massive alien cocoon than a human belly. She lay on her assigned bed, tears falling from her eyes, body pinned down by its own weight.
“Dear good, Seven! Doctor why is her belly so much bigger than the others?” Chakotay asked.
“I don’t know. It could be that she is the queen host.”
“Should I try to talk to her?”
“It wouldn’t do you any good. She is deeply depressed. I have to keep her sedated, so she won’t try to kill herself.”
“Listen to me Doctor, you have got to find a way to fix this.”
“I’m trying but we should prepare for the possibility.”
“What possibility?”
“Permanently living with a ship full of moody pregnant women.”
“I’m sorry Doctor but I refuse to accept that, and you should too! Get this nanoprobe thing under control and that’s an order!”
Chakotay stepped passed the Doctor and exited the sickbay.
Epilogue
The Doctor worked tirelessly for months looking for a way to neutralize the nanoporbes. After a full year it became clear that there would not be a cure. Life onboard the U.S.S. Voyager was changed forever. The men adjusted as best as they could to living among moody pregnant women. The women did their best to cope with the strain continuous pregnancy put on their bodies. The Doctor refocused his efforts from finding a cure to making the women as comfortable as possible. He developed weight absorbing belts which when worn around their pregnant bellies, allowed the women to move around the ship easier. Some returned to their work stations wearing maternity versions of the Starfleet uniform. The doctor developed drugs to help the women manage their mood swings, but it was still a challenge for them to remain focused. They required daily injections that controlled bladder function due to their constant abandonment of their posts to go pee.
Chief Engr. Torres was one of the lucky women. She was given permission to her resume ship duties. Janeway and Seven of Nine remained out of active service. They were both simply too big. Seven maintained the largest pregnant belly on the ship. Janeway was cursed with the hugest breasts. She spent most of her time in a holodeck created super-size infirmary. The large amounts of breastmilk she produced increased each day and had to be constantly pumped out by a specially designed lactation machine. Neelix used the collected milk to develop a protein base soup which helped keep everyone on the ship fed after the organic food supply ran out and the replicators broke down do to over use.
Janeway now considered herself the mother of her crew. Her breastmilk was keeping them nourished. She found a new sense of purpose but still required routine visits from Chakotay and the other senior crew members to keep her spirits up as did Seven of Nine who was still dealing with symptoms of depression. She never forgave herself for what happened as it was her Borg biology that was to blame. Eventually Voyager was able to get a message to Starfleet via a device created by Lt. Cmmdr Barclay. Starfleet Command along with Barclay agreed that Voyager would have to remain in the Delta quadrant to avoid the risk of contaminating earth with the impregnating nanoprobes. Barclay put his best scientists to work researching the problem giving the women onboard Voyager new hope that one day they would be able to give birth and free themselves from the forced pregnancies.
THE END
CHAPTER 1: The Cloud
“Captain’s log, stardate 54013.7. Long range sensors have detected what appears to be a large nebula that could potentially house a series of wormholes. One of which could lead to the Alpha quadrant.” ____Capt. Kathryn Janeway
The Intrepid-class starship U.S.S. Voyager cruised through the black void of space. Inside on the bridge Ensign Harry Kim stood at the operations console, his eyes fixed on the viewer eagerly awaiting the first glimpse of the nebula. Ever since Voyager was entrapped in the Delta quadrant, Ensign Kim expressed the strongest desire to get back home to earth where his proud parents would be waiting. Lt. Tom Paris was busy piloting the ship. Although optimistic, he was careful not to allow himself to make homecoming plans. Lt. Cmdr. Tuvok stood at the tactical station ready to respond at the first sign of trouble.
Capt. Kathryn Janeway relaxed in the command seat. She inhaled and exhaled deeply allowing the controlled breath to calm her nerves. She was hopeful that soon her ship and crew would be safely back in the Alpha quadrant. After all it was her decision to destroy the Caretaker’s array that stranded Voyager in the Delta quadrant. Janeway could not help blaming herself and took full responsibility for everything that had happened since that fateful encounter with the Caretaker. She looked ahead at the viewer, her expression that of a mother deeply concerned for the well being of her children. Cmdr. Chakotay noticed the tension and uneasiness Janeway was experiencing. He decided to break the silence with a direct question.
“What’s on your mind?”
Janeway hesitated. Slowly she left her deep thoughts and turned her attention to her loyal commander.
“Chakotay, if you were in command what would you have done with the Caretaker’s array?”
“Captain, don’t you think it’s a little late to have buyer’s remorse?”
“I’m serious Chakotay, would you have given the order to destroy the array?”
“If you’re asking me if I think it was the wrong decision, I’ll tell you what I thought 7 years ago. Destroying the array was the only option.”
“What if it wasn’t? I sacrificed our chance to get back home because I didn’t want the array to fall into the wrong hands.”
“Don’t torture yourself Kathryn. Besides, if this nebula is what we think it is, today will be our last day in the Delta quadrant.”
“I need it to be Chakotay. I need this more than you know.”
Suddenly a brief quake shook the bridge unsettling the crew.
“Report!” Janeway barked as she gathered herself in the command chair.
“Atmospheric turbulence 20,0000 kilometers off the star port bow. That was the worst of it. We should be okay from here on.” Lt. Paris replied.
“Let’s not take any chances. Deflectors, full intensity.” Janeway ordered.
“Deflectors full intensity.” Tuvok confirmed as his fingers efficiently glided across the touch panel of the tactical console. Voyager continued to cruise ahead. Soon the starship was nearing the nebula. Tuvok alerted Janeway.
“Captain, we will enter the nebula in ten seconds. I have a visual.”
“On screen.” Janeway ordered. The viewer filled with the image of a pink, puffy, almost cotton like mist of swirling gases.
“It looks like a field of cotton candy.” Ensign Kim said, his eyes wide with astonishment.
“Or a big pink cloud.” Lt. Paris replied.
Janeway activated her chair’s armrest intercom panel and spoke with authority.
“Seven, we’re entering the nebula. Can you locate any of the wormholes?”
Inside the Astrometrics bay, Seven Of Nine observed an image of the nebula on the large display screen. She initiated the search program, locating 3 possible wormholes. She spoke into the intercom in a calm calculating voice.
“Captain, I have located 3 points of reference. They appear to be connections between widely separated regions of space-time.”
Janeway’s voice boomed of the intercom speaker.
“Can you confirm if any of them lead to the Alpha quadrant?”
Seven ran in depth sensor scans on the objects. She reported what turned out to be disappointing results.
“Captain, further scans show the objects to be wormhole echoes. The actual gate ways have deteriorated and are no longer here.”
On the bridge Janeway tried to hide the letdown in her facial expression as she spoke into the intercom.
“Understood, good work Seven.”
“This really sucks. The whole time we were chasing ghosts.” Ensign Kim said, his excitement extinguished.”
“Keep your head up Harry. There are thousands of wormholes out there. Eventually we’ll find one that will get us home.” Lt. Paris replied. He yawned and stretched as if waking up in the morning.
“We didn’t find what we were looking for. Tom take us out of here.” Janeway ordered.
“Yes mam.” Lt. Paris replied. He was greeted by an error tone when he touched the helm control panel.
“Captain, the helm is not responding.” Lt. Paris reported, his eyes growing heavy.
“Sensors are detecting high levels of an unknown radioactive substance. It’s being released from the cloud.” Ensign Kim said as he began to feel tired.
“Shields!” Janeway yelled.
“Shields are offline! Systems are shutting down throughout the ship with exception of life support and gravity emitters!” Ensign Kim reported. He shook himself attempting to ward off the intense drowsiness he was experiencing. Lt. Paris fell unconscious, his head resting on the helm console. Janeway barked out orders.
“Red alert! Chakotay take the helm!”
“Sure, thing Captain but first I need a nap.”
Chakotay slumped in his chair and fell unconscious. Janeway shook him by the arm.
“Chakotay! Chakotay! Chakotay wake up!”
Chakotay did not respond. He was snoring, locked in a deep sleep. Ensign Kim lost his battle to stay awake. He fell unconscious and collapsed to the floor at the operations station.
“Oh my god! Harry not you too!” Janeway cried as she sprang to her feet and ran up the ramp to the tactical station where she found Tuvok struggling to keep his eyes open.
“Tuvok, what’s happening?”
“I…do…not…know…Captain…It….appears…to…be…a…side…effect ….of…the…radiation.”
Janeway carefully helped Tuvok down onto the floor, holding his head on her lap. He was clearly losing the struggle to stay awake. Janeway was confused. The radiation seemed to have no impact on her. Tuvok closed his eyes and appeared to be gone.
“Tuvok, stay with me! Why am I still conscious? Why isn’t the radiation affecting me?” Janeway asked. Tuvok used the last bit of will power he had left to lift his heavy eyelids. He looked into Janeway's concerned eyes before giving her what he believed was a logical explanation.
“Only……male……crew members…….have succumbed to….the effects……logic……..dictates, females……are…..immune.”
Tuvok gradually slipped away. He began to mumble before losing consciousness. Janeway swiftly tapped her combadge.
“Doctor to the bridge! Medical emergency!”
The female voice of the ship’s computer boomed over the intercom.
“The EMH is offline.”
Janeway left Tuvok’s side. She carefully got Lt. Paris off his chair and gently placed him on the floor, then she seated herself at the helm and began pressing the touch panel controls aggressively as if she could will the ship to move. Despite her failing efforts, she continued to attempt to get a response from the paralyzed helm, her passion to save her ship and crew blinding her to the fact that it was a lost cause. Suddenly Chief Engr. B’Elanna Torres’ voice crackled over the intercom.
“Captain, what the hell is going on! Every male member of my staff decided to go to sleep on the job and I can’t wake them up!”
“B’Elanna, we encountered a foreign radiation surge shortly after entering the nebula. Tuvok, Harry, Tom and Chakotay are all unconscious. The Doctor’s program is offline. I need you on the bridge!”
“Okay, I’ll be right there!”
Meanwhile inside the Astrometrics bay, Seven of Nine began to feel her body slip into a sudden chemical imbalance. It was a feeling she had not felt before which frightened her. A dreadful premonition crept into her consciousness as a massive hot flash set in drenching her with sweat. She put her hand to her head as her perception of the room began to rotate around her. Seven held onto the control counter for support as her knees grew weak, her dizziness intensifying, bringing with it a surge of nausea. Loads of vomit blasted out of her mouth, purging the contents of her stomach. She moaned in discomfort and grabbed her sizable breasts as pain flared inside them. Small lumps began to form in clusters all over her clammy flesh. In an instant, thousands of microscopic nanoprobes burst from her exposed skin, others tore through the thin fabric of her body suite leaving open bleeding wounds. The large swarm of nanoprobes escaped the Astrometrics bay as quickly as they had emerged. Seven of Nine's energy was diminished, her traumatized body shaken with fear. Before she could recover from this shocking moment, Janeway’s voice carried over the intercom.
“Seven, I need you on the bridge!”
Seven gathered herself as best she could then, replied.
“I will be there momentarily.”
Seven started for the door then stopped mid stride as a sensation of pressure rose inside her abdomen. Alarmed she placed her hand on her belly, feeling it being pushed forward by expanding gases, some of which escaped out her rectum. She looked down and observed her belly rapidly inflating, creating a bloated appearance in her mid-section. Her breasts and butt grew larger pulling her already snug fitting body suite tighter. Her boots became uncomfortable as her feet swelled. Seven took several deep breaths. She was afraid and had no idea why her body was changing right before her eyes. The growth stopped momentarily giving her time to calm herself down. She walked carefully toward the exit doors as they slide apart. Seven stepped into the corridor and headed for the turbo lift. Her belly suddenly pushed forward again in growth along with her breasts and ass. She fell toward the wall, bracing herself with one hand. Seven moaned as her hips widened. Her vagina filled with growth hormones causing it to become larger and swollen. It bulged through the stretched fabric of her body suit creating a noticeable camel toe print. Her fattening nipples pressed against the chest area of the body suit pilling the material fibers apart. Seven's heart rate increased. Her breathing became audible, each inhale and exhale heavy with exertion. She moved forward groping the corridor walls, sweat dripping from her face. She passed by several female crew members who were also in distress, their bodies expanding, morphing into pregnant form. Some had small but noticeable bulging abdomens. Others had full blown protruding, swollen bellies and huge breasts that had busted through their Starfleet uniforms. One poor woman was struggling to remove her boots, so she could free her badly swollen feet. The entire corridor was filled with the sounds of labored female moans, ripping fabric, and gas induced bloating stomach noises. Male crew members lay unconscious on the floor where they had fallen.
By the time Seven made it to the turbo lift her thick, hard nipples had punched holes in the front of her body suit top big enough to expose themselves. She had gained 20 pounds of body fat and found lumbering her cumbersome pregnant body into the elevator chamber a bit difficult. Once she was inside the doors shut. She rested her stressed back against the wall to take the extra load she was carrying off it and her feet aching feet.
“Bridge.” Seven muttered, finding herself short of breath. The turbo lift activated. Seven looked down at her protruding pregnant belly. The lump of her navel was bulging through the badly stretched body suit fabric. Her widening hips and growing butt were pulling the side seams apart. Her breasts were getting larger and heavier, gaining mass by the minute. Seven pulled off her boots. The throbbing pain in her feet subsided and seemed to move up her body because now her back was aching. She took the posture of a heavily pregnant woman, supporting her back with her hands as she wondered how much bigger she was going to get.
Chapter 2: Nanoprobe Impregnation
The swarm of Nanoprobes dispersed throughout Voyager invading all decks, continuing to force themselves into the wombs of female crew members creating more unwanted pregnancies. On the bridge Janeway remained at the helm. Chief Engr. Torres used a tricorder to scan Chakotay, Ensign Kim, Lt. Paris and Tuvok. She reported her findings to Janeway.
“Captain, according to tricorder readings, the men are in a coma like state. I can’t explain it or ascertain why we're not affected.”
“Before he lost consciousness, Tuvok told me the radiation from the cloud somehow only effects men. It also seems to be having a impact on the ship’s circuitry.” Janeway said.
Torres ran tricorder scans of the tactical, operations, and helm stations.
“Correct, Captain the radiation is having a neutralizing effect on Voyager. For all intents and purposes, the ship is just like the men, in a coma like state.”
“Somehow we’ve got to get away from the cloud. B’Elanna, is there anything you can do on the engineering side of things?”
Before Torres could answer, the turbo lift doors slid open. Seven of Nine waddled onto the bridge bare foot and very pregnant. Janeway and Torres rushed over to her unable to believe their eys.
“Dear god! Seven! What happened to you?” Janeway asked, getting an eye full of Seven’s enlarged exposed nipple breasts, terribly swollen protruding belly and the nanoprobe exit wounds.
“I do not know. The radiation from the cloud caused me to release a large quantity of nanoprobes. Shortly after I began to experience unchecked growth in my mammary glands, abdomen, buttocks and other areas of my body.”
Torres gave Seven a tricorder scan from head to toe. She was puzzled by the reading.
“Captain, you are not going to believe this. Seven is pregnant!”
"That is impossible. I have not engaged in sexual activity with any males on board this ship!" Seven said, in complete denial of her condition.
“B'Elanna are you sure the tricorder is not malfunctioning? ” Janeway asked, a look of worry on her face.
“I wish it was but it's working fine. I can’t explain it, but Seven's got at least two full term fetuses growing inside her uterus. Readings indicate her eggs are continuing to fertilize. There’s no telling how many babies she’s going to end up with!” Torres said, eyes wide with fear.
Seven experienced another growth spurt as an additional fetus rapidly developed inside her womb. The sound of shredding fabric filled the bridge as her breasts and belly busted free of their stressed body suit confines. Her hips widened, and her rear end expanded more, exposing her butt crack through a large torn open hole in the the fabric. Breastmilk erupted from her darkened thick nipples. Janeway and Torres got caught in the uncontrolled spray of mother’s nectar.
“I am sorry, I had no control over that reaction. Please forgive me.” Seven said, feeling embarrassed.
“It’s not your fault Seven. Mmmmm your milk is very sweet.” Janeway said, trying to lighten the mood. She licked breastmilk spatter from her lips, then placed her hand on Seven's overgrown swollen belly, feeling its mass and the movement of life that inhabited her crowded womb.
“Captain, I’m afraid the unchecked pregnancy occurrence is not limited to me.” Seven said, nervousness in her tone.
“Explain.” Janeway said, crossing her arms.
“The nanoprobes I released carry an impregnating code. They appear to have spread out within the ship. On my way to the bridge I encountered several female crew members who were in various stages of pregnancy.”
“So, this is what happens to us? The men get to sleep, and we get pregnant?” Torres said, a hint of her fiery Klingon temper in her voice.
“I regret to confirm that every female on Voyager will become pregnant in a short period of time.” Seven said with unsettling certainty.
“No, we have to stop this. There must be a way to defeat the nanoprobes. We’ve done it before. If we can get the Doctor back online, he could find a way.” Janeway said in defiance of the situation. Seven abrasively confronted her.
“Captain, your stubborn determination has blinded you. Even with the Doctor's help it will be too late. You and B’Elanna are most likely already impregnated. Instead of assimilating, these nanoprobes have been reprogramed to impregnate. They will not stop until every female onboard this ship is pregnant. Birth control is futile.”
As if on cue a swarm of nanoprobes entered the bridge. One group headed for Janeway, the other headed for Torres. Both women were completely oblivious to the presence of the tiny Borg invaders until they felt their skin being penetrated. Janeway and Torres reacted simultaneously.
“Captain, I just felt something! It was like a thousand ants all biting me at the same time!” Torres shouted, as she began to scratch herself all over.
“I felt it too! The nanoprobes, they’ve gotten us!” Janeway said, eyes wide with fear, rubbing her body in annoyance of the uncomfortable sensation. Seven’s belly expanded again. The cluster of heavy fetuses inside her womb put considerable pressure on her bladder causing her to urinate where she stood.
“I am ashamed!” Seven yelled, her bare feet soaking in the puddle of body fluid she created on the floor. Janeway moaned as her abdomen bloated. She brought her hands up to her chest and felt her breasts grow against her palms. She looked in horror at Torres who was experiencing the same changes. Janeway’s belly grew from a bloated lump into a protruding bulge. She put her hands on her rear end and felt her butt grow bigger.
Torres’ nipples became erect as her breasts enlarged, gaining increased weight. Her belly expanded fast, becoming large and firm. It tore through her uniform as her inverted navel popped out forming a protruding belly button. She gave a loud female Klingon groan as her hips widened taking the seat of her pants with them. Out popped her growing exposed butt through the torn apart hole in the fabric.
Janeway’s surging belly forced its way out of her uniform with a violent rip of fabric. The bridge lights gleamed off her stretched skin. Her breasts had grown so large they were being squeezed to death by her tight-fitting uniform top. Breastmilk was being forced out in vast amounts. It soaked the chest area of her bulging uniform top, ran down her legs and dripped out the bottom of her pants. Janeway found it difficult to breath. She was gasping for air and sweating heavily. She became aware of her swollen feet as they pressed against the walls of her boots. To the pregnant captain’s relief her uniform top busted open. Her huge growing breasts flopped out spraying loads of milk all over the bridge. They rested atop her protruding belly and sagged to each side under their weight, continuing to grow until the expanding mounds of flesh were nearly touching the floor.
Torres’ uniform top was not coming apart fast enough for her. She grabbed the tightening chest area and ripped it open allowing her heavy dark nipple breasts to fall out and relax on top of her massive belly. By the time the expansion attack was over Seven of Nine’s belly had grown to the largest size out of the 3 women. Janeway had the biggest breasts, while Torres ended up had with an even balance of breast and belly overgrowth. They were all seriously pregnant, carrying multiple babies in their wombs. Janeway carefully sat down on the breastmilk slippery floor.
“Oh, my feet are killing me. B’Elanna help me get my boots off.”
Torres waddled over to Janeway and with a bit of effort, removed her boots. The captain’s bare feet were puffy and red along the pressure points. She gave a big sigh in relief.
“Thanks B'Elanna. You’ll have to get Seven to help you get yours off. I can’t lean forward enough.” Janeway said with a smile.
“It’s okay, lucky for me Klingons have a high tolerance for pain.” Torres said. She picked up the tricorder and scanned her own swollen belly, then Janeway’s.
“Right now, I’ve got 5 babies in my womb! Captain you have 8! Just like Seven Of Nine, our eggs are continuing to fertilize and divide. At this rate we’ll over populate Voyager!” Torres said, with a horrified look on her face.
“It is obvious that we, and none of the other female crew members will be able to function in our assigned roles on board the ship due to our diminished physical condition. It is critical that we revive the males if we wish to survive.” Seven said.
“Agreed. It’s up to us to find a way to get the ship out of the cloud.” Janeway said.
“Captain, I just thought of something. Decompressing the cargo bay would create a shock wave which should propel Voyager far enough away from the cloud’s center which would reduce the radiation levels. In theory that would restore ship wide systems and wake up the men.” Torres said, a spark of excitement in her eyes.
“B’Elanna, without ship systems we can’t open the cargo bay doors.” Janeway said, her distinctive voice winded.
“The turbo lift is still functioning which would indicate the possibility of cargo bay control still being operative.” Seven said.
“Alright let’s keep our fingers crossed. Computer this is the captain. Decompress the cargo bay.” Janeway ordered.
“Cargo bay decompression initiated.” Replied the ship’s computer voice. In the cargo bay the doors slid open. Everything inside was sucked out into the nebula. As planned, the wake of decompression energy created a shock wave that pushed Voyager away from the cloud's radiation field.
CHAPTER 3: Maternity Ship
Torres ran environment tricorder scans to confirm her plan had worked. She eagerly reported the results.
“Radiation levels are dropping!”
Seven waddled over to the operations station and examined the various system indicators on the control panel.
“Report!” Janeway yelled, her massive breasts auto dripping milk onto the floor.
“All systems are returning to normal parameters!” Seven replied.
Torres waddled over to the helm, delighted to find it operational.
“We are in business Captain!” She shouted, excitement causing her to suffer hard contraction. She grabbed her firm pregnant belly and leaned against the helm control station for support, managing the sharp pains caused by her uterus with controlled breathing patterns.
“B’Elanna are you alright?” Janeway asked, ignoring her own pregnant body.
“Yes captain, I must’ve had a contraction but I don't think I'm going into labor.”
Abruptly the Doctor appeared on the bridge. He could not believe what he saw. Janeway, Seven, and Torres, heavily pregnant bodies exposed. Chakotay, Lt. Paris, Ensign Kim, and Tuvok lying on the floor unconscious.
“Dear lord! Captain what the devil happened here!”
“Relax Doctor, surely you’ve seen pregnant women before.” Janeway said, the hint of a smile on her face.
“Yes, I have but you, B’Elanna, and Seven are so huge! Not to mention you still haven't told me how you 3 got this way.”
“Doctor, it's not just me, B'Elanna and Seven that are pregnant. All of the women on board Voyager were impregnated by modified nanoprobes that were released from Seven’s body. It was the result of radiation we encountered inside the nebula we are still in. It shut down the ship and put the men into a kind of coma state.” Janeway explained.
“You mean every female on the ship is knocked up?” the Doctor asked, getting an eyeful of Janeway’s massive leaking breasts.
“Yes Doctor, I’m hoping you can find a way to reverse the process. However, first things first. B’Elanna, get us out of here.” Janeway ordered.
“You don’t have to tell me twice.” Torres replied. Unable to sit at the helm due to the size of her swollen belly she piloted Voyager out of the nebula standing up.
“We’re clear of the nebula Captain.” Torres reported, giving a sigh of relief.
“Thank god. Doctor get us and as many of the other pregnant women to sick bay as you can. Hopefully you have maternity clothes big enough to fit us. Hurry before the men wake up. They can’t see their captain like this.” Janeway said. The doctor helped her to her feet.
“You’ll all have to be transported to sickbay. No offense Captain but if we walk, you’ll have to go sideways through the turbo lift doors.” The Doctor said.
“Understood.” Janeway replied with a smile. The Doctor tapped his combadge.
“Computer, transport the captain, B’Elanna, Seven and the rest of my pregnant patients to sickbay.”
Janeway, Seven and Torres dematerialized off the bridge. Ensign Kim groaned as he regained consciousness, followed by Chakotay, Lt. Paris and Tuvok.
“Doctor what happened? Where is the captain?” Chakotay asked, the affects of stupor lingering. The Doctor gave him a medical scan.
“The ship is safe now. You and the rest of the men were in a coma state caused by radiation generated from the nebula. The effects will completely pass in minutes. The Captain, and all women on board Voyager are incapacitated.” The Doctor explained in a calm but concerned tone.
“Incapacitated? How?” What happened to them?” Chakotay asked.
“This is going to sound crazy and I have to admit I could not believe it even when I saw them. The captain and every woman on board is very pregnant.”
“Pregnant?!” Lt. Paris said in disbelief.
“Yes Mr. Paris. The pregnancies were caused by a Borg nanoprobe infestation.” The Doctor explained.
“The Borg were in that nebula?” Ensign Kim asked.
“No. It was Seven. She released the nanoprobes. The event was not deliberate on her part. She is also heavily pregnant. Her belly is the biggest on board the ship.” The Doctor said.
“Where are the women? I have to see the Captain.” Chakotay said as he stood to his feet.
“The women are in sickbay. The Captain would like for you not to see her right now. She’s half naked. I need to replicate maternity clothes big enough to cover her and the others.” The Doctor explained.
“I understand. Let me know when she’s ready.” Chakotay replied.
“You’ll be the first to know. Now if you’ll excuse me I must go and tend to my pregnant patients. Computer send the EMH to sickbay.”
The Doctor vanished off the bridge. He reappeared in sickbay and observed the room full of naked heavily pregnant female crew members. They had taken off what remained of their uniforms for comfort. Every bed was in use. The Doctor ran a series of individual womb scans then maneuvered amid the crowded conditions and found the captain. She was lying on her back, massive saggy breasts slumped to each side. They hung low, continuing to leak large amounts of milk. Her badly swollen protruding belly had gotten bigger nearly hiding her bulging hairy vagina. The Doctor could not help focusing on the captain’s knocked up nakedness as he gave her a brief report.
“The men are fully awake. I told them what happened to you and the other female crew members.”
“Good. Doctor you’re the only one who has seen the captain’s pussy. You must feel lucky.” Janeway said, a disapproving expression on her face.
“I’m glad to see you haven’t lost your sense of humor. I’ll have you covered up in a few minutes.” The Doctor replied.
“Make sure you make the fabric form adjusting. My belly grew again before you got here. I don’t want to try and guess how many babies I’m carrying now. Figuring out what to do with all the children that will be born on Voyager is certainly going to pose a problem.” Janeway said, the raging pregnancy hormones slowly affecting her mood. The Doctor noticed her swollen belly bulging in several places as the babies moved around inside her over crowded womb. Janeway observed the look of dread on the Doctor’s face.
“What’s the matter Doctor?”
“Scans of your womb indicate your pregnancy is fixed.”
“Explain.”
“The nanoprobes are keeping your body in a constant state of ovulation. The process of pregnancy repeats itself but never reaches the end.”
“Doctor what are you saying?”
“Once the babies reach full term they don’t enter the birth canal. Instead they just dissolve, becoming proteins that fertilize the next egg. The process happens quickly. Your womb will always be full of life. Unless I can find a way to kill the Nanoprobes, you and every woman on Voyager will never give birth. You’ll be pregnant for the rest of your lives, or until the strain on your bodies becomes too great and you simply die.”
Janeway took the unsettling news as best as she could, forcing herself to remain optimistic despite her increasingly irritable mood.
“I’m counting on you Doctor to help us. I can’t command this ship as long as these things are inside me.”
“I’ll do my best, but I can’t make any promises. Borg technology is complicated enough. The mutations caused by the nebula are not making things any easier.”
“Your best isn’t good enough Doctor. I’m ordering you to terminate every pregnancy on board Voyager!”
“Understood.”
The doctor left Janeway’s bedside and approached Seven Of Nine. She was very annoyed and in a bad mood which caused her to bark at the Doctor.
“This situation is most inconvenient! You must help me at once!”
“Seven please try to stay calm. Is there anything you can tell me about the nanoprobes that would help in neutralizing them?”
“How would I know? My feet hurt, and I cannot breathe adequately due to the weight of my overgrown belly! I am tired of being pregnant! Doctor you must make it stop! Make it stop!”
The Doctor quickly sedated Seven realizing she was going to be of no assistance. Suddenly every woman in sickbay began to suffer from volatile pregnancy hormone induced mood swings. They began yelling at each other and at the Doctor. Some even tried to get up and start catfights. The Doctor was forced to sedate them all leaving only Janeway awake.
“Doctor I don’t mean to rush you, but I would like some clothes before Voyager makes it back home!” She shouted, her face flush with frustration.
“Relax Captain, don’t make me put you under too.” The Doctor warned, brandishing the anesthetic applicator.
“Don’t threaten me Doctor! I want clothes! I’m tired of you getting off looking at me!”
“I’m a hologram not a pervert!”
“Keep your fingers away from my god damn cunt!”
The Doctor realized Janeway had become a victim of the pregnancy hormones and was out of her mind.
“I’m sorry Captain but you leave me no choice. I can’t get any work done with you nagging me!”
“Keep your hands off me! No! I won’t let you take advantage of me!”
Janeway was helpless to stop the Doctor from sedating her. He inhaled and exhaled in relief. With the room quiet he activated a classical music piece and began programing the replicator to produce oversized maternity clothes. Afterwards he set about researching a way to deal with the nanoprobes.
CHAPTER 4: No Way Out
“First Officer’s log stardate 54014.7, Chakotay reporting. Voyager has been safely out of the nebula for hours now. The men on board have fully recovered from the affects of the radiation. The women have not. I have taken command of Voyager in the Captain’s absence. All positions that were staffed by women before the incident have been filled by men. So far it looks as though there is no way to abort the ship wide pregnancies.”
The senior male officers sat at the conference room table to discuss the current situation they were faced with. Chakotay cleared his throat before speaking.
“Gentlemen as you know by now we no longer have the help of our female colleagues. I’m in command of the ship until the Captain is fit to return to duty. If she were here, she’d want us to remain positive and work tirelessly to overcome this obstacle and that’s exactly what we are going to do. Doctor have you turned up any good news from your research of the nanoprobes?”
“I wish I could say I have but all I’ve found out so far is these mutated nanoprobes are immune to any antibodies that I have tried to use against them. They simply adapt too quickly and build their defense accordingly.”
“Doc no offense but you look like you’ve just been told someone died.” Lt. Paris said, observing the Doctor’s grim and depressed facial expression.
“Are the Captain and the other women going to be okay?” Ensign Kim asked, concern in his voice. The doctor paused then replied.
“I honestly don’t know at this point. As far as I can tell they’ll be pregnant for years without ever giving birth. It’s not a prospect I’m looking forward to considering the pregnancy hormones are producing volatile mood swings. For example, the Captain told me to keep my fingers away from her quote, god damn cunt.”
“Have you considered extracting the babies manually? Perhaps by performing a caesarean section.” Tuvok asked in a calm and composed manner.
“I wish it were that simple Tuvok. The problem is these babies have been engineered to connect to the vital organs of their hosts. Cutting them out would kill the mothers. All of my attempts to find a way around this problem have failed.”
Cook/Morale Ofc. Neelix voiced his concern.
“I don’t know how long we can keep our pregnant shipmates fed. They have huge appetites! I’ve got the replicators working overtime and pretty soon all of my organic supplies in the kitchen will be gone. We need to find alternative sources of food and fast.”
“It would be easier if we were in the Alpha quadrant. Out here it’s like being in a desert cut off from supplies. We’ll have to start looking for planets with earth like echo systems to resupply Neelix’s organic food stores before the replicators burn out.” Chakotay said.
“I know a few remote locations. I’m pretty sure I can get the people in each one to do business with us.” Neelix said.
“Good, that’s the first good news we’ve gotten so far.” Chakotay said.
“Unfortunately, that plan presents a serious problem. If Voyager gets near any inhabited planets we risk impregnating more females should the nanoprobes escape the ship. As long as they remain unchecked, Voyager is a flying bio hazard.” Tuvok warned.
“So much for getting extra food. Thanks a lot Mr. Vulcan, you sure know how to kill a buzz.” Neelix replied in downcast.
“Guys, this also means we can’t go near earth which means we can’t go home.” Ensign Kim said.
“Indeed, the risk of world-wide contamination is too great. We may be forced to remain here even if we were to find a way to return to the Alpha quadrant.” Tuvok replied, devoid of emotion.
“Obviously we have a lot to think about. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. We’ll deal with one problem at a time. Tom, Harry, Tuvok, Neelix, return to your posts and stay alert.” Chakotay ordered. The four singled out men rose from their seats and left the conference room.
“Is Kathryn ready for visitors?” Chakotay asked the Doctor.
“Yes, but she is still very moody. I would advise caution.”
“As long as she’s decent, her bite won’t bother me.”
“If by decent you mean is she wearing clothes, I’m pleased to inform you that I was able to replicate supersize maternity clothing for all of the women.”
“Doctor you make it sound like the Captain is as big as a house.”
“Wait till you see her. She’s the bustiest woman in sickbay.”
Chakotay tried to keep himself from forming a picture in his mind of how Janeway’s body looked. He and the Doctor exited the conference room and wended their way down the ship’s corridors to sickbay. Chakotay could not believe his eyes when he stepped into the crowded room. So many heavily pregnant women all in one place boasting the hugest, most swollen bellies he had ever seen. Maternity clothing could not hide the massive bulging mounds their protruding bellies created. Chakotay’s jaw dropped when he spotted Janeway’s over expanded form. She was sitting up in bed stuffing her face with replicated peanut butter, pickles and chocolate ice cream. Large wet spots could be seen at the front of her maternity top near her humongous breasts.
“Not something you see every day is it?” The Doctor asked, keeping his voice level low and discrete.
“No, it isn’t.” Chakotay replied in stunned disbelief. He walked over to Janeway’s bedside struggling to find words to speak. The hungry Captain momentarily stopped eating when she noticed she had company.
“I must look like a fat mess to your eyes Chakotay.” Janeway said, wiping away smeared ice cream from the corners of her lips with the back of her hand. Chakotay snapped out of his overwhelmed state.
"Actually you remind me of a innocent little girl."
"Oh come now Chakotay be honest. I'm a big fat heifer."
“Kathryn how do you feel?” Chakotay asked, quickly changing the subject.
“How would you feel if you were suddenly full of gremlins that won’t come out?” Janeway asked, deliberately deflecting the question.
“I’d feel terrible, but I wouldn't let it get me down.” Chakotay replied, choosing his words carefully. Janeway continued.
“Terrible doesn’t even come close. I’m too heavy to walk. I’m stuck in here with all these other knocked up bitches. My breasts won’t stop leaking milk. The Doctor said soon I’ll need to be hooked up to a breast pump daily just to keep the pressure down. On top of all of that, I lost command of my ship.”
Janeway became emotional, sadness overtook her facial expression. Chakotay held her hand in a gesture of support.
“Kathryn it’s going to be okay. You haven’t lost Voyager. I’ll be sure to consult you before I make any major decision.”
“No Chakotay, I’m not fit to be Captain anymore. You’re in command now. The Doctor said the other women and I may be like this for the rest of our lives. It hasn’t been easy for me to accept that. All I can do now is sit in here and fatten up like a prize heifer!” Tears fell from Janeway’s eyes as she started to cry.
“Don’t give up Kathryn. You’re a fighter! You must stay strong for the other women. We will beat this. It might take days, it might even take years but trust me you every woman in here will overcome this!”
“Go away Chakotay. I want to be alone.”
“Kathryn please.”
“I SAID LEAVE ME THE HELL ALONE!”
“Alright. I’m going.”
Chakotay left Janeway’s bedside. Seeing his longtime colleague broken and out of shape weighed heavy on his heart. He returned to the Doctor who was looking over nanoprobe research he had already studied.
“Doctor how are the other women holding up?”
“Not much better than the Captain I’m afraid.”
Chakotay noticed Seven Of Nine’s massive pregnant bump. It dwarfed the other women’s swollen bellies by 4 sizes. It pushed up her maternity top exposing itself. It was flush with bulging blood veins and looked more like an oddly shaped massive alien cocoon than a human belly. She lay on her assigned bed, tears falling from her eyes, body pinned down by its own weight.
“Dear good, Seven! Doctor why is her belly so much bigger than the others?” Chakotay asked.
“I don’t know. It could be that she is the queen host.”
“Should I try to talk to her?”
“It wouldn’t do you any good. She is deeply depressed. I have to keep her sedated, so she won’t try to kill herself.”
“Listen to me Doctor, you have got to find a way to fix this.”
“I’m trying but we should prepare for the possibility.”
“What possibility?”
“Permanently living with a ship full of moody pregnant women.”
“I’m sorry Doctor but I refuse to accept that, and you should too! Get this nanoprobe thing under control and that’s an order!”
Chakotay stepped passed the Doctor and exited the sickbay.
Epilogue
The Doctor worked tirelessly for months looking for a way to neutralize the nanoporbes. After a full year it became clear that there would not be a cure. Life onboard the U.S.S. Voyager was changed forever. The men adjusted as best as they could to living among moody pregnant women. The women did their best to cope with the strain continuous pregnancy put on their bodies. The Doctor refocused his efforts from finding a cure to making the women as comfortable as possible. He developed weight absorbing belts which when worn around their pregnant bellies, allowed the women to move around the ship easier. Some returned to their work stations wearing maternity versions of the Starfleet uniform. The doctor developed drugs to help the women manage their mood swings, but it was still a challenge for them to remain focused. They required daily injections that controlled bladder function due to their constant abandonment of their posts to go pee.
Chief Engr. Torres was one of the lucky women. She was given permission to her resume ship duties. Janeway and Seven of Nine remained out of active service. They were both simply too big. Seven maintained the largest pregnant belly on the ship. Janeway was cursed with the hugest breasts. She spent most of her time in a holodeck created super-size infirmary. The large amounts of breastmilk she produced increased each day and had to be constantly pumped out by a specially designed lactation machine. Neelix used the collected milk to develop a protein base soup which helped keep everyone on the ship fed after the organic food supply ran out and the replicators broke down do to over use.
Janeway now considered herself the mother of her crew. Her breastmilk was keeping them nourished. She found a new sense of purpose but still required routine visits from Chakotay and the other senior crew members to keep her spirits up as did Seven of Nine who was still dealing with symptoms of depression. She never forgave herself for what happened as it was her Borg biology that was to blame. Eventually Voyager was able to get a message to Starfleet via a device created by Lt. Cmmdr Barclay. Starfleet Command along with Barclay agreed that Voyager would have to remain in the Delta quadrant to avoid the risk of contaminating earth with the impregnating nanoprobes. Barclay put his best scientists to work researching the problem giving the women onboard Voyager new hope that one day they would be able to give birth and free themselves from the forced pregnancies.
THE END
