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[Story, Body Inflation, Belly Expansion, Progression, Dark Sci-Fi Fantasy] - "3013.05.02 - Mars Orbital Time - 21 hours. Preparing for manual soil aeration."

Dr. Astrid Terravane, Ph.D. slapped the pressure ring of her hazmat suit into the locked position as she prepared to enter the Greenhouse for the 3rd time in 24 Mars Orbital hours. She mockingly planted a thumb print on the layer of dust collecting on her respirator before leaving it on the dusty bottom shelf. Yes, protocol said that she was supposed to have one on at all times when inside the Greenhouse. But the big rubbery apparatus was smelly and uncomfortable. Plus, nothing had happened in the past 16 M-days of her mission so far. She will just keep her nose and mouth a safe distance away from the samples. Like she usually did.

Astrid sighed heavily while she kneaded the loose soil lining the beds with gloved hands. All of the equipment in this research satellite was cheap junk. First, it was the moisture control system. Then it was the soil aerator. She wouldn't be surprised if the CO2 generators blew out next. Stupid junk.

The cinnamon-skinned athlete-turned-biologist stood up from her extended air squat and stretched her lower back. Even with the artificial gravity turned up to 105%, it was nowhere near the amount that she grew up with on Mars. She could practically feel her toned figure atrophying into flab.

"It's fine," she said to herself, "Three more M-days of babysitting these mushrooms, and I'll be finished with my rotations. Then I can go whereeeever I want."

The lone occupant of Research Satellite Flora-M peeled her suit off and hung it back in the vacuum autoclave for decontamination. Another heavy sigh escaped her full lips. "Back to reading, I gues..."

*WHOOOP* *WHOOOP* *WHOOOP*

The ear-splitting whooping of the master alarm brought Astrid's train of thought to a crashing halt. She froze in place as she tried to comprehend what was happening. That loud whooping. Think back to safety training. What was that again? A full 30 seconds had passed before Astrid was startled back to her senses by the crimson glow of the emergency lights. "Oh F. The air purifiers!"

*WHOOOP* *WHOOOP* *WHOOOP*

Astrid cranked the RCS maneuvering system in her shoulder pack to its max setting to help her sprint to the nearest control station. She leapt over the chair and nearly punched her hand through the touch screen as she somehow managed to skid to a stop without plowing into the console.

*WHOOOP* *WHOOOP* *WHOOOP*

Unbelievable. The filtration system in the Greenhouse had failed. This stupid piece of junk satellite.

Astrid banged through options on the ancient monitor. First, turn off that obnoxious master alarm. Then seal the Greenhouse. Ok. "Now turn on power mode for the habita.....aaaaAAAAAAATTTTT!!!"

Astrid felt herself screaming that last sentence out loud as a piercing pain shot through her body. The muscular scientist fell back into her chair with a thud as she involuntarily doubled over in her chair. Her insides felt like they were being shredded. Her abs were locked tightly in place. Oh Gods, it hurt. It hurt like nothing she had ever experienced in her life.

"HaaAAAAAAhhhh"

The chocolate beauty forced herself to draw a breath as she writhed in pain. No matter how much it hurt, she could NOT let herself pass out. She HAD to stay conscious. There was no other humanoid on board this hunk of space junk, and she had zero confidence in the life support systems.

"Gurraaaaaahhhh!"

Sweat started to stream down Astrid's sharp cheekbones as she struggled to cope with the gut-wrenching pain. Another stab of searing heat tore through her abs. What was happening? It felt like someone was cutting her in two with a thermal cleaver! She began panting in lamaze breaths in a desperate attempt to stay in control of her own body.

"Hee... hee.. hoooooo.... hee.. hee.. hoooooooo...."

...

It took a whole 20 minutes of enduring the most excruciating pain she had ever experienced. But Dr. Astrid Terravane survived the pain. A dull throbbing still pulsated deep in the pit of her stomach, but it was dull enough that she could at least move her body. Still slick with sweat, the young scientist clambered to her feet.

"Gods. F this place. I need out. Now."

Astrid was so busy storming back to the comms hub that she failed to notice the slight bulge pressing against the midriff of her bodysuit.

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[Story, Body Inflation, Belly Expansion, Progression, Dark Sci-Fi Fantasy] - "3013.05.02 - Mars Orbital Time - 21 hours. Preparing for manual soil aeration."

Dr. Astrid Terravane, Ph.D. slapped the pressure ring of her hazmat suit into the locked position as she prepared to enter the Greenhouse for the 3rd time in 24 Mars Orbital hours. She mockingly planted a thumb print on the layer of dust collecting on her respirator before leaving it on the dusty bottom shelf. Yes, protocol said that she was supposed to have one on at all times when inside the Greenhouse. But the big rubbery apparatus was smelly and uncomfortable. Plus, nothing had happened in the past 16 M-days of her mission so far. She will just keep her nose and mouth a safe distance away from the samples. Like she usually did.

Astrid sighed heavily while she kneaded the loose soil lining the beds with gloved hands. All of the equipment in this research satellite was cheap junk. First, it was the moisture control system. Then it was the soil aerator. She wouldn't be surprised if the CO2 generators blew out next. Stupid junk.

The cinnamon-skinned athlete-turned-biologist stood up from her extended air squat and stretched her lower back. Even with the artificial gravity turned up to 105%, it was nowhere near the amount that she grew up with on Mars. She could practically feel her toned figure atrophying into flab.

"It's fine," she said to herself, "Three more M-days of babysitting these mushrooms, and I'll be finished with my rotations. Then I can go whereeeever I want."

The lone occupant of Research Satellite Flora-M peeled her suit off and hung it back in the vacuum autoclave for decontamination. Another heavy sigh escaped her full lips. "Back to reading, I gues..."

*WHOOOP* *WHOOOP* *WHOOOP*

The ear-splitting whooping of the master alarm brought Astrid's train of thought to a crashing halt. She froze in place as she tried to comprehend what was happening. That loud whooping. Think back to safety training. What was that again? A full 30 seconds had passed before Astrid was startled back to her senses by the crimson glow of the emergency lights. "Oh F. The air purifiers!"

*WHOOOP* *WHOOOP* *WHOOOP*

Astrid cranked the RCS maneuvering system in her shoulder pack to its max setting to help her sprint to the nearest control station. She leapt over the chair and nearly punched her hand through the touch screen as she somehow managed to skid to a stop without plowing into the console.

*WHOOOP* *WHOOOP* *WHOOOP*

Unbelievable. The filtration system in the Greenhouse had failed. This stupid piece of junk satellite.

Astrid banged through options on the ancient monitor. First, turn off that obnoxious master alarm. Then seal the Greenhouse. Ok. "Now turn on power mode for the habita.....aaaaAAAAAAATTTTT!!!"

Astrid felt herself screaming that last sentence out loud as a piercing pain shot through her body. The muscular scientist fell back into her chair with a thud as she involuntarily doubled over in her chair. Her insides felt like they were being shredded. Her abs were locked tightly in place. Oh Gods, it hurt. It hurt like nothing she had ever experienced in her life.

"HaaAAAAAAhhhh"

The chocolate beauty forced herself to draw a breath as she writhed in pain. No matter how much it hurt, she could NOT let herself pass out. She HAD to stay conscious. There was no other humanoid on board this hunk of space junk, and she had zero confidence in the life support systems.

"Gurraaaaaahhhh!"

Sweat started to stream down Astrid's sharp cheekbones as she struggled to cope with the gut-wrenching pain. Another stab of searing heat tore through her abs. What was happening? It felt like someone was cutting her in two with a thermal cleaver! She began panting in lamaze breaths in a desperate attempt to stay in control of her own body.

"Hee... hee.. hoooooo.... hee.. hee.. hoooooooo...."

...

It took a whole 20 minutes of enduring the most excruciating pain she had ever experienced. But Dr. Astrid Terravane survived the pain. A dull throbbing still pulsated deep in the pit of her stomach, but it was dull enough that she could at least move her body. Still slick with sweat, the young scientist clambered to her feet.

"Gods. F this place. I need out. Now."

Astrid was so busy storming back to the comms hub that she failed to notice the slight bulge pressing against the midriff of her bodysuit.