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Hazards of the Job
🕑 Added 2024-11-05 15:05:02 +0000 UTCChapter One
The loading bay echoed with the hum of containment pods and the shuffle of cargo drones. Zira stepped onto the platform, clutching her orders: a high-profile transport mission with a payload of Elythium extract. Her heart pounded as she skimmed the instructions again, eyes fixed on the warning label: Maximum Capacity—5,000cc.
She took a deep breath, feeling her chest rise, the weight of her last upgrade reminding her of just how much she was carrying these days. Her 2,200cc implants had been freshly loaded with a volatile serum, making them sit heavy and firm against her body, like overfilled water balloons that strained her tight uniform. The Guild’s implants were made to look imposing—shiny, spherical, an unmistakable sign of status.
"All set, Zira?" a voice crackled over the intercom. It was Valos, her mission supervisor, a gruff old tech who’d been in the Guild long enough to know the risks.
"Ready," she replied, glancing at the cargo readout beside the bay doors. “How long is this one again?”
“Only a jump and a half,” Valos said. “But… watch the containment. Elythium reacts to cosmic light. One exposure to starlight and it’ll start swelling. You’ve got a stabilizer for the first few days, but don’t get comfortable.”
“Got it,” Zira replied, though her pulse quickened. She’d heard about those who didn’t make it out of Elythium runs without a fight—or, in some cases, without their implants bursting beyond their suits, turning them into cargo rather than courier. But that was part of the thrill, wasn’t it? The Guild’s elite were known for pushing limits.
Zira shrugged off the anxiety and stepped into her ship, the Solar Trace. Sleek, chrome-plated, and modified to handle high-pressure cargo, it had been her companion for over a dozen missions. As she set the coordinates, she felt her implants settle heavily on her chest. Every movement sent a ripple through the densely packed fluid within, reminding her of how much was riding on this job.
With a jolt, the engines roared to life, and Zira launched into the void, watching the stars blur into streaks across the viewport. She reclined in her chair, her uniform taut over her implants, each breath emphasizing just how firm and full they were. She couldn’t help but trace a finger along the curve, feeling the tension beneath the material. Valos wasn’t kidding—Elythium was unlike anything she’d transported before.
Halfway through the jump, her console flashed red.
Warning: Proximity to Neutron Star Detected.
“Shit,” she muttered, flicking switches and trying to recalibrate the shields. But the damage was done; the starlight was bleeding through the ship’s filters, a soft haze bathing her in its ominous glow. The containment alarms wailed, and Zira glanced down just as she felt the first tug against her uniform.
It started slowly, a subtle expansion, the weight of the Elythium thickening and pressing harder. Her implants began to stretch her suit, the material creaking as it tried to contain the rapid growth. She felt her chest rise higher with each beat of her heart, her skin pulling taut, veins surfacing, a vivid roadmap of tension.
She pressed a hand against her left implant, feeling the firmness, the way it refused to give beneath her fingers. The Elythium was working its way into her tissue now, merging with the serum already there, amplifying, thickening.
“Valos, come in,” she gasped into the comm, trying to keep her voice steady. “We’ve got an issue with containment. The Elythium is… expanding. Fast.”
“Damn it, Zira, you’re in a radiation field. I told you about the risks.” Valos’s voice was tight. “Turn back if you have to. That payload could keep swelling to double capacity, easy.”
“I’m halfway there, Valos,” she argued, pressing harder on her implant, feeling it push back like a balloon determined to keep growing. “If I turn around, we’ll lose the contract.”
Valos sighed. “Fine. But get control. Switch off your stabilizers if you think you can handle it manually.”
Her hand hovered over the stabilizer switch, fingers trembling. With a deep breath, she flipped it off. Instantly, the implants surged again, a heavy, pressurized sensation building deep inside her chest. She clenched her jaw, steadying herself as she felt her chest expanding even faster, each inch making her suit feel tighter, more suffocating.
She watched the console, every flickering number taunting her. Her implants stretched against the confines of her suit, pushing outward, compressing her breathing, her heart thudding against the pressurized weight. She glanced in the mirror beside her seat, seeing the way they’d risen higher on her chest, straining against the collar of her suit, taut and unforgiving.
Every adjustment to the controls sent a wave through her chest, her implants shifting like heavy water balloons filled to the edge. Her breaths grew shallow, each inhale reminding her of the weight pulling her down. The mission suddenly felt personal—could she contain the Elythium without losing control?
The ship shuddered as she approached the destination, her implants now the size of volleyballs, pressing against her ribcage, her chest a landscape of pulsing, straining flesh.
Zira gritted her teeth as the console chirped, indicating her approach to the final jump. Each jolt sent a quiver through her implants, their density making her skin feel thin and stretched. Every shallow breath filled her chest with an ache, each moment marked by the heavy pressure of the Elythium pushing her limits. She leaned forward, adjusting the stabilizers for one last jump, feeling the cold pull of deep space vibrating through her chest.
The Solar Trace hit hyperspace, stars smearing past her viewport, the cabin bathed in flashes of radiant light. Each pulse seemed to make her implants swell further, her suit now strained to its seams, pushing against the unyielding curve of her enhanced body. She knew from experience that the Phaedon Guild designs were unforgiving—her suit was built to stretch, but only so much.
"Come on… hold together," she muttered to herself, her hands bracing against the console as the swelling continued, the implants now heavy, pulsing with the alien energy coursing through them. Her uniform strained at the shoulders, her collar pressing tighter against her neck as her chest filled every inch of space, squeezing her ribs. She tried to stay calm, feeling the weight nearly drag her down as if every movement demanded a conscious effort.
The comms crackled again. "Zira, your vitals are spiking," Valos warned. “Containment is slipping. You need to bleed some of that pressure out, or you’re going to bust out of that suit.”
“I know, Valos,” she replied through clenched teeth, her voice barely more than a whisper under the weight pressing down on her. “I’m… holding on.”
Her fingers hovered over the release valve on her control panel. The manual override was risky—the Elythium could disperse, leaking radiation through the ship and causing a cascade that would overload her systems. Yet the alternative—continuing to swell, helplessly compressed in her suit, barely able to breathe—was equally dire.
Just as she was about to flip the switch, her ship lurched out of hyperspace, jerking her against the harness as the final coordinates blinked into view on her console. The heavy gravitational pull of her destination, Astra Minor, gripped her like an invisible fist, pressing her forward as her implants settled, pulsing against her suit, almost taunting her with their density.
She fumbled to unlock her harness, her fingers tingling, her breath shallow as she forced herself out of her seat. The implants felt like weights strapped to her chest, her spine compensating with each step toward the cargo bay. She needed to offload the Elythium, and fast.
The docking clamps clicked into place as she reached the cargo bay. She activated the stabilizers again, but her implants were already at the brink, each one round, solid, pressing against the inner lining of her uniform, her skin visibly stretched, almost painfully tight. Every movement jostled them, their weight unyielding, her breath catching as she forced herself to concentrate.
With a hiss, the cargo doors opened, and Zira engaged the offloading sequence. She turned back toward the cockpit, pausing to catch her reflection in a metallic panel. Her implants were immense, straining so hard against her suit that the material clung to every curve, her body molded around them, her veins faintly visible under the surface. They were bigger than she’d ever imagined they could get—bordering on 5,000ccs apiece, nearly the size of small basketballs.
She didn’t know how much longer she could keep this up, the Elythium still throbbing within her. Yet, there was something thrilling about it—the sheer weight of the mission, the tension pressing against her chest. Zira forced a smirk as she made her way back to the control console.
"Alright, you magnificent orbs," she murmured, almost amused at her own reflection. "Let’s finish the job."
The dim lights of the control room cast shadows across her skin, emphasizing every exaggerated curve. Zira's breath came shallow, her chest heaving with the weight of her swollen implants. Each step back to the console was a reminder of just how heavy and unyielding they were. It felt as though every inch of her was wrapped around two massive orbs, anchored so firmly to her frame she could hardly lean forward without feeling them drag her down.
The system's readouts flashed, updating her on the offloading sequence. She watched the numbers tick down slowly, almost tauntingly, her implants seemingly growing heavier with every minute. Just as she was about to reach for the stabilizer again, a low alarm began to hum from her console. She froze, eyes narrowing as she scanned the readouts. There, blinking in red, was a diagnostic alert.
Elythium backflow detected.
Her heart skipped a beat. The offloading sequence was reversing—somehow, the Elythium wasn’t leaving the containment units but was being rerouted, flooding back into her implants. She stared in horror as the levels rose again, each cubic centimeter adding pressure, the weight pressing harder and harder against her chest.
“No, no, no… Valos!” she shouted into the comm. “Something’s wrong with the offload; the Elythium is coming back into my system!”
"That’s impossible!" Valos barked back, but his voice held an edge of concern. “Systems shouldn’t even allow backflow. Are you sure?”
“Of course, I’m sure!” Zira snapped, her voice strained as she fought to keep control. Every second, she felt her implants stretching, pushing to capacity, the pressure building until she could barely contain them. Her suit creaked audibly as her implants swelled past the limits of comfort, shifting from basketball-sized orbs to what felt like solid weights clamped to her body.
“Listen, Zira, you’re going to have to manually purge the Elythium,” Valos finally said, his voice tense. “It’ll release some of the payload, but it’ll be risky as hell. Open the auxiliary valve near the core, but you’ll have to do it in person.”
She could barely think over the weight against her chest. The idea of moving at all, much less crossing the ship again, was daunting. But as another pulse of pressure hit, forcing her implants even tighter against her chest, she knew she didn’t have a choice. Taking a steadying breath, she steadied herself and started back toward the cargo bay, each step making her chest sway heavily, her implants bouncing slightly against her ribcage, the sensation almost surreal.
She reached the core panel, hands trembling as she punched in the override codes. She could feel her implants swelling further, her suit nearly buckling under the strain. Sweat dampened her brow as she gritted her teeth, feeling like she was wrestling with her own body to keep moving. With one final swipe, she flipped the manual purge valve, hearing a rush of gas as the Elythium was forced through the vents, hissing into the empty void.
For a moment, the pressure inside her eased. She took a shuddering breath, feeling her implants settle slightly, though they were still absurdly oversized, her chest so full it looked alien even to her. She leaned back against the bulkhead, her chest heaving with relief, feeling like she’d just pulled herself from the brink.
But just as she started to catch her breath, the alarm blared again.
Her eyes widened as the system readout showed a radiation spike—the purge had released the Elythium, but the ambient radiation had contaminated the line, sending the liquid’s expansion properties into overdrive. Before she could react, her implants surged once more, swelling larger, heavier, their size pressing harder against her suit, nearly lifting her off balance.
"Valos, it’s still going!" she shouted, her voice tinged with panic.
"Zira, pull yourself out of there. Now!" His voice was urgent, the tone unmistakable.
She staggered back, her hands instinctively moving to hold her chest, feeling the impossible weight in her hands, each implant now larger than her head, firm and unyielding under her touch. She struggled to breathe as they pressed down, her suit creaking as she moved. Every inch forward felt like a struggle, her body burdened with the weight of the liquid she was meant to carry but now trapped inside her.
As she reached the cockpit, she slumped into the seat, gasping, her chest heaving with the burden. She tapped the controls with trembling fingers, rerouting the containment fields around her body, hoping to stabilize the Elythium long enough to get the cargo under control. The lights dimmed around her as she poured power into the fields, every light in the cockpit flickering as the ship adjusted to her emergency request.
Slowly, the weight in her chest began to even out, the expansion slowing, though the implants remained swollen and impossibly heavy. She leaned back in her seat, breathing a sigh of relief, her entire body exhausted from the ordeal.
The cockpit lights faded to a low, steady glow, casting shadows over Zira's exhausted form as she slumped back into the pilot’s chair. Her implants were massive, pressing up to her collarbone, her chest so full she could feel every pound pulling against her ribs. She took a long, shuddering breath, letting the weight settle, each inhale shallow and measured.
“Valos,” she whispered into the comm, her voice barely more than a raspy sigh. “I think I’ve… stabilized it.”
There was a pause, then his voice crackled back, relief mingling with disbelief. “You’re one hell of a transporter, Zira. Just hang tight until we get a recovery crew out there. Don’t do anything else.”
But she knew better than to wait idly. The Phaedon Guild didn’t pay for downtime, and every second she stayed in the danger zone risked further radiation exposure. Zira’s hand hovered over the controls, her fingers still tingling, her whole body feeling hypersensitive from the Elythium’s effects.
As she adjusted her position, she felt her implants shift, the dense liquid within them sloshing slightly. They were enormous—each now easily over 5,500cc, about the size of cantaloupes or even a bit more. Her skin felt hot, tight, like it had been stretched to the breaking point. She bit her lip, fighting the urge to press against them, to somehow alleviate the pressure. But every time she moved, her implants pushed against her uniform, as firm as polished stone.
Her eyes drifted to the viewport, the neutron star casting a faint, eerie glow that filtered through the reinforced glass. It was mesmerizing, in a way—the way its light pulsed, bathing the ship in its otherworldly radiance. As she stared, she felt her implants respond, a slight swelling that sent a rush of heat through her chest. The radiation was subtle, but relentless, seeping into the ship in a way that even her shields couldn’t fully block.
“Valos,” she said quietly, fighting to keep her voice steady. “I think… the radiation is still affecting the Elythium. It’s not over yet.”
She heard a frustrated curse from the other end. “Zira, we’re hours out with the nearest ship. Just don’t move. The stabilizers should hold if you keep still.”
But stillness was a luxury she couldn’t afford. She knew if she stayed motionless, the Elythium would continue to expand, pushing her to an unsustainable size. With a reluctant sigh, Zira began recalibrating her ship’s shielding parameters, rerouting power from non-essential systems to bolster her defenses. But every flicker of the neutron star outside seemed to reach her anyway, causing a faint, steady pressure to build.
Her chest ached with the weight, her implants swelling ever so slightly as the Elythium responded, absorbing even the faintest trace of energy. Each pulse of expansion was subtle, but she felt it deep within her, stretching the limits of her uniform, pressing harder against the seams. She could feel her pulse quicken with each swell, her heart racing as her implants grew larger still, straining against the very fabric of her suit.
After what felt like an eternity, her hands moved instinctively to her chest, cupping the immense spheres of her implants. She could barely close her fingers around them; they were firm, unyielding, with a tautness that bordered on painful. Every ounce of Elythium packed within them seemed to hum with energy, a dense, pulsing weight that left her breathless.
A soft beep sounded from her console, snapping her out of the trance. The containment readout had dipped, just enough to let her breathe a little easier. She realized she’d unconsciously been holding her breath, her chest heaving as she finally exhaled. For a moment, it felt like the pressure was easing, her implants settling, the tension loosening just slightly.
Zira slumped back, exhausted but grateful. Her chest was still immense, her implants swollen far beyond anything she’d carried before. But for now, they seemed stable, the Elythium finally contained, the threat of further expansion abated—at least for the time being. She closed her eyes, allowing herself a moment of reprieve, feeling the weight of her massive implants pressing her down into the seat, a reminder of just how far she’d pushed herself.
When the recovery crew finally arrived, they found her there, draped in her cockpit chair, her uniform stretched to its limits over her swollen, taut form. Her eyes flickered open as they entered, giving them a faint, tired smirk.
“Got it handled,” she murmured, her voice barely more than a whisper. “Piece of cake.”
The recovery crew’s footsteps echoed down the metallic corridor as they approached the cockpit, hesitant as they took in the sight of her, her body almost molded to the seat by the weight pressing her down. Zira felt each heartbeat echo through her chest, the dense fullness of her implants impossible to ignore, a pulsing pressure against the confines of her stretched uniform. She was hot, almost feverish, the residual radiation having left her sensitive, hypersensitive even, in ways she’d never experienced.
With a sigh of relief, she ran a gloved hand over the zipper that ran down the center of her suit. It strained visibly across her chest, the tension practically begging to be released. Her fingers shook slightly as she gripped the zipper’s handle, anticipation mingling with the strange thrill that had overtaken her during the ordeal. Slowly, she tugged it down, and the suit parted reluctantly, each inch revealing more of the smooth, swollen curves beneath.
As the zipper descended, her implants surged forward, freed from the tight binding of the suit. The moment they were no longer compressed, they shifted, settling into place with a heavy, natural curve. Her skin was taut, flushed from the radiation exposure, veins faintly visible against the stretched, shiny surface. The implants sat high and firm on her chest, each one larger than her head, full to the point where they seemed to defy gravity, pushed together in a way that amplified their roundness.
With a sigh, Zira peeled back the suit, letting it slip off her shoulders and down her arms, the fabric clinging to her skin before finally giving way. The weight of her implants was now entirely on her body, and she felt each ounce of the Elythium within, heavy and dense, her balance thrown slightly off by the unfamiliar mass. She took a shaky breath, feeling them move with her, pressing outward with a steady, unyielding presence that left her dazed.
The recovery crew member—a younger man with wide eyes and flushed cheeks—hovered in the doorway, frozen for a moment, clearly unsure where to look. She couldn’t help but smirk at his reaction. “You just going to stand there?” she teased, a hint of her usual fire returning. “Or are you going to help me up?”
He jolted, snapping out of his trance. “Uh… right, of course, Captain.”
He approached, his hands hovering as if afraid to touch her. Zira chuckled, lifting a hand to grip his shoulder for support, leveraging his sturdy frame to stand. Her implants shifted with the movement, the weight settling lower, each one resting heavily against her ribcage, their bulk pushing her back slightly. She adjusted her stance, steadying herself as she felt the incredible weight in her chest sway slightly with each shift.
The young man’s face turned a deeper shade of red as she straightened, her implants so large they cast a slight shadow over her abdomen. She caught his eyes darting downward, unable to help himself, and gave him a wry smile.
“Enjoying the view, are we?” she teased, her voice laced with amusement. “Get used to it. Elythium isn’t the kind of cargo that… lets you down easily.”
He swallowed hard, nodding as he tried to compose himself. “S-sorry, ma’am. It’s just… I mean, I’ve seen big implants before, but this… this is…” His words trailed off, lost in the sheer sight of her.
“More than you bargained for?” she offered, taking a slow step forward, feeling her implants pull against her chest with each movement, her entire body adjusting to the heft of them. She rolled her shoulders, feeling a dull ache from the strain, but beneath it, a deep satisfaction, a pride in having handled the Elythium—even if it had nearly broken her.
“Let’s just say I’m glad I have the best recovery team in the sector,” she said, flashing him a smile. He blinked, his face still pink as he managed a shy grin in return.
They helped her into the med bay, where she could feel the cool air against her bare skin, each touch and movement accentuating the sensitive swell of her chest, her implants perched high, round, and unyielding. She sat on the edge of the examination bed, letting her shoulders relax as the medical technician scanned her vitals.
“Looks like you’re stable,” he reported, glancing nervously at her implants, clearly trying to maintain his professionalism. “Though… there is significant expansion here. You’ll need time to adjust.”
She smirked. “I’ve adjusted to plenty of upgrades before. These might be… extreme, but I’ll manage.” She glanced down at the immense swell of her chest, her implants sitting proudly, defiant even, against her slender frame. “Guess I’ll be the talk of the Guild for a while.”
The tech cleared his throat, nodding. “I’d say so, Captain. You’ve just become a legend.”
Zira reclined slightly on the med bay’s padded exam bed, feeling the cool surface press against her back as the weight of her new implants settled, grounding her in a way that felt both heavy and oddly satisfying. The med tech’s scanner whirred softly, its pale blue light flickering as it recorded every inch of her body. She could tell he was trying his best to keep his gaze professional, but his eyes kept drifting to the impossible curve of her chest, held firm and high, larger and denser than anything he’d likely seen before.
“So,” she said, breaking the silence, “what’s the prognosis?” She stretched her arms above her head, adjusting her posture, feeling the weight shift and pull. Each movement was a reminder of just how massive her implants had grown, how their bulk now dominated her form in a way that was unmistakably powerful.
The med tech cleared his throat, forcing his eyes back to the monitor. “Well, Captain, you’ve absorbed an impressive volume of Elythium. You’re carrying over 5,500cc per implant—that’s beyond the Guild’s recommended maximum. In fact, we’ve never had anyone at this… scale, so it’ll take some time to assess your body’s response fully.”
She arched an eyebrow, a hint of mischief in her smile. “Over the Guild max, huh? Guess that makes me the first.”
“Definitely the first.” His voice was barely above a whisper, almost reverent as he studied her. “With Elythium at that concentration, your implants are going to stay extremely firm and high-profile. They’ll hold this… rather enhanced shape.”
Zira glanced down, tracing a finger along the smooth, taut curve of one implant. The skin was stretched so tight it had taken on a slightly reflective sheen, her veins faintly visible beneath the surface. Despite the ordeal, she felt a thrill run through her at the sight. It was as if her body had transformed, each breath reminding her of the power packed within her chest.
“So, am I cleared for active duty, or do I need to take a few days off?” She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees, feeling the weight settle into her lap, each implant pressing firmly against her thighs.
The med tech blinked, as if shaken from a trance. “Oh, yes—duty clearance.” He glanced back at the monitor, typing in a few quick notes. “You’re technically cleared, but we recommend some… adjustments. I can’t imagine carrying this volume will be, uh, easy on your spine or balance.”
She smirked, clearly unfazed. “I’m tougher than I look.”
“Right, of course, Captain.” His cheeks flushed as he packed away his equipment. “Just take it slow. Elythium tends to have… lingering effects. You might feel the density, even some residual expansion, for a few days.”
Zira chuckled, swinging her legs off the bed and rising to her feet. Her implants settled with a satisfying heft, pulling her posture back, her spine instinctively adjusting to the new weight distribution. It was a challenge, but one she felt confident she could handle. After all, she was a Phaedon Guild transporter—carrying impossible weight was part of the job.
As she made her way back to her quarters, she caught her reflection in a polished wall panel. The sight took her breath away, even after all she’d been through. Her body looked transformed—her once streamlined figure now dominated by the massive swell of her chest, each implant rounding out to a bold, high-profile curve that seemed to defy gravity itself. She ran her hands down her sides, feeling the taut stretch of her skin, the firmness of her implants, and the subtle warmth radiating from the Elythium within.
Inside her quarters, she eased into a chair, letting her chest settle, feeling the constant reminder of their new size and density. She leaned back, her mind drifting to thoughts of her next mission, imagining the looks she’d get from the other Guild members, the whispers as they saw the transformation the Elythium had wrought on her.
With a deep, steady breath, she smiled to herself, a sense of pride mingling with the lingering ache in her chest. She was the first, the only transporter to carry this kind of weight and live to tell the tale. And if the Phaedon Guild wanted someone who could handle the universe’s heaviest loads, well… they’d found her.
Comments
Neil Pearson
I think pix are far too much to hope for!
Implants Only
YES!!! A story! And maybe even …. multi-part?! Pic or two to go along with it?
