Ginger gets stuck

Eun-Jin called Ginger's quarters when she woke up, but the miner didn't answer. Should she have left her alone? The captain pulled on her jumpsuit and headed to check on her. The medbay was between the captain's cabin and crew quarters, so she checked there on the way. Ginger wasn't there, but Aliya was.

"Hey Captain!" she exclaimed. "I was thinking last night about the shit that thing is putting in Ginger's bloodstream, and I figured I could make an agonist cocktail that should block it, at least partially, and maybe make her a little less loopy."

She held up a nasal nebulizer loaded with a vial of yellow liquid.

"You are the absolute best!" Eun-Jin declared. "Ginger isn't responding to my call. Can you check on her with me?"

"Of course!" she agreed.

The two women made their way to Ginger's room. The ship generated Earth-like gravity by centrifugal ****, the crew kept in a massive, rotating ring, and the corridor was at the outermost level of the ring, so when they got to Ginger's quarters, they had to climb up a ladder through a trap door when pounding on it didn't get a response.

Eun-Jin chided herself for it, but she invited Aliya to go up first. Damn but she had a fine ass! Just nine weeks until they were home...

"Captain? She's not in here!" Aliya exclaimed.

"Really?" Eun-Jin said. "Where the hell could..."

"Oh fuck," Aliya ammended. "Found her. She's in her damned de-stress chamber."

Eun-Jin sighed. Horny as fuck, Ginger had said. Had she slept in there?

She did her duty and climbed up. She couldn't rightly ask Aliya to interrupt Ginger. This was captain's work.

Aliya pointed to the black box that looked like an oversized coffin. Only a tiny blue LED indicated the chamber was occupied. Inside, Ginger was no doubt suspended in sensory-deprivation fluid, her CNS hijacked while she virtually fucked anything and everything. To hear her talk, Ginger's sexual preference was "lots of it, hard and fast". It wasn't something Eun-Jin relished interrupting.

Eun-Jin entered her captain's override and the chamber hissed and the top slowly opend.

"Holy shit!" Aliya exclaimed.

Eun-Jin just stared, dumbfounded. There in a silvery pool of sensory-deprivation fluid, Ginger was grinning from ear to ear, her face framed by a chaotic mane of red curls.

But it wasn't her hair that boggled the mind. Each of Ginger's tits was three times as big as her head! They jumped and jiggled as if they'd been pressing hard against the lid of the chamber and had jutted forth like they were spring loaded! Eun-Jin suspected it would take a crowbar to get all of her back in the box!

Ginger started blinking rapidly as her conciousness reconnected with her body.

"Hi Cap'n!" she said once she could focus on Eun-Jin, then glanced at her chest. "My titties got really big!"

Then she giggled uproariously and the titties in question trembled with her mirth.

"Aliya, I think we need to try your agonist cocktail right now," Eun-Jin said. "We've got to slow yhis down!"

"It won't stop that," Aliya said, gesturing at the mammoth mammaries. "Just hopefully stop them from messing with her brain and endocrine system."

"It'll be easier helping her deal with her main problem once she's capable of recognizing that it's a problem," the captain reasoned.

"That's true," Aliya conceded.

Ginger had stated playing with her blossoming bosom and it took some effort for Aliya to get her attention. After some effort to get informed consent from the refused redhead, Eun-Jin grabbed hold of her head and ordered Aliya to administer the cocktail, squirting it up each notril with the nubulizer. Ginger shuddered, sending techtonic tremors through her titties. Then she sighed.

"I didn't like that," she complained.

"That's good!" Aliya said. "Being able to not like things is good!"

Ginger sighed, then smiled.

"I still like my big titties!" she declared, then squeeaed them affectionately.

Aliya looked helplessly at the captain, who sighed much more deeply than Ginger had.

"Ginger, we need to get you back to sickbay," Eun-Jin ordered.

"Aye Aye, Cap'n!" Ginger exclaimed, sitting up, her curls and titties bouncing.

Ginger hopped out of the de-stress chamber stark naked and staggered under the unaccustomed bulk of her boobies, leading to both women having to support her and keep her from toppling over.

"I'm so boobilicious!" Ginger declared.

"How is this physically possible?" the captain asked Aliya. "Where is the mass coming from?"

"I won't even be able to guess until we scan her, Captain," Aliya said "Can we get her dressed before taking her to sickbay?"

"We should at least try," Eun-Jin said, looking dubiously at Ginger's chest.

They found her panty drawer and Eun-Jin kept her upright while Aliya got her to step into a pair and pull them up. The jumpsuit, though baggy, didn't have any hope of containing her invaded chest, though. They zipped it up to just below her navel and left her massive jugs jutting out of it.

"I guess it's better than nothing?" Aliya said as Ginger toyed with an erect nipple.

"I've got an idea," said Eun-Jin, pulled the jumpsuit off Ginger's shoulders and took the sheet from her bunk, folded it longwise and wrapped it around the redhead's improbable chest, tying it in the back, then puuling the jumpsuit back up to her shoulders. The miner still looked ridiculous, but slightly less obscene.

"OK, let's get her to sickbay," the Captain said.

Aliya climbed out of the trap door first to help guide her infected crewmate down the ladder, then Eun-Jin ordered the redhead to follow. Four steps down, Eun-Jin realized her miscalculation.

"Wait!" she exclaimed.

"What?" Ginger said, looking up suddenly and missing a rung on the ladder, causing her to drop suddenly and then come to a jarring halt as her massive torso logded in the too small aperture of the trap door.

"Ow!" the redhead complained, thoroughly stuck and blocking Eun-Jin's exit.