You stay with Sandy

You've just about had it with her! Just as you're about to storm off though, you stop yourself. As annoying as she is, she doesn't deserve to be left behind.

"Look, as much as I can't fucking stand you, we're a team and we need to stick together. Now, are we both going to die in here together, or do I need to drag your sweet ass out of this cave so we can get a signal to the ship?"

"Oh, you've got some fucking nerve! You... wait, did you just call my ass 'sweet'?"

Did you? You certainly didn't mean to, but it must've just slipped out.

"Uh, I guess I did. Sorry, I didn't mean to say... um... what I meant was..." her anger turns into a sideways grin as you fumble for words. Now that you said it, your eyes can't help but be drawn to her plump half-exposed ass peaking through her ruined uniform.

"No, you meant it, didn't you John?"

"What? No!" you lie.

"Oh really? Then why do you keep staring at it, huh?" She turns and pushes out her ass towards you, giving you an even better view of her juicy rear end. Your cheeks flush red and your mouth starts to water involuntarily.

"Okay, yes, I admit, you have a nice ass, but right now we really need to..." She cuts you off with a mocking sing-song chant.

"You like my a-ass,

You like my a-ass,

You wanna touch it,

You wanna squeeze it,

You wanna smack it,

You wanna eat it,

You wanna fuck it,

But you're too scared to,

Na na-na na-na na,

Na na-na na-na na."

"Oh, real fucking mature, Sandy! Can we please just focus on getting back to the..."

"Oooagh!" Sandy grabs her stomach and doubles over in sudden pain. Her eyes go wide and all the color drains from her face.

"Sandy, what's wrong? What's happening?"

"No, nonononono, it didn't happen. It didn't happen! It didn't...uugghh!" She squeezes her eyes shut and grits her teeth through another wave of pain. You look down at her hands clutching her stomach. Her fingers curl and claw her skin as it starts to ripple and slowly expand. She sinks to the ground, and you rush to her side. She looks up at you with panicked and pleading eyes.

"Get it out of me, Doe. Get it out of me! I don't care how. Use your phaser if you have to, just get it out of me!"

"Come on, we have to get you to the ship! Dr McCoy will know what to do."

"That pervy bastard? At my last physical he kept touching my...aaarrghh!" She screams again as her gut puffs out and stretch marks start to form. "Okay, Okay! Fine! Get me to Doc McHandsy."

Gently but firmly, you pull her up to her feet and sling her arm over your shoulder. wrapping your arm around her waist, you walk her out to the mouth of the cave. As soon as you step outside, she collapses to the ground and howls in pain. Her belly has swollen to three times the size it was just a few minutes ago. Her breasts have also been swelling and are straining against the remaining strips of red fabric across her chest. Wet patches form and grow over her barely contained nipples. A greenish yellow discharge oozes out from under what's left of her skirt and panties. She looks up at you, her eyes begging you to do something, but all you can do is stand there and stare, mesmerized by the sight of her swelling and oozing body.

Beep. Beep.

The sound of the communicator is enough to snap you out of your momentary stupor. That sound means a signal is getting through and the Enterprise is trying to contact you. This time without even thinking about it, you flip the communicator open on the first try and hear the flat voice of the ship's Vulcan first officer.

"Landing party, please report."

"Medical emergency! Two to beam up!" you shout over Sandy's screams.

"Crewman, what is the status of the botany team?"

"Dammit, sir! Somethings coming out of Sandy's cunt and I don't know what. Sickbay now, questions later!" You snap the communicator closed, too annoyed to care about the consequences of talking back to a senior officer like that. A moment later, you feel the cool tingle of a transporter beam enveloping your body. You did it! A wave of relief washes over you as you dematerialize.