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[Story, Body Inflation, Belly Expansion, Progression, Dark Sci-Fi Fantasy] - [ -- NO SIGNAL -- ]

"F me."

Due to the differences in their orbits, each research satellite would lose contact with the Home Station for one hour every Mars Orbital day. That hour-long blackout had started minutes before Astrid had reached the hub. She stared at blinking red console text in disbelief for a full minute before turning away in disgust.

There was nothing she could do. She would have to wait out the hour in the Habitat and come back when she was within relay range of the Home Station. Then she could call back and request extraction from this ramshackle excuse of a research lab. Maybe she could find some painkillers to stop these horrible cramps in the meantime...

That was the plan, at least, until she caught a glimpse of her own reflection in one of the exterior windows.

"What the..."

The woman in the mirror looked just like Astrid. Everything looked familiar. She recognized the glamorous curly hair, the narrow shoulders, the toned arms... the perky boobs... but not that huge gut! No... it couldn't be. Astrid shut off her RCS pack and looked at herself to confirm her worst fears. That well-rounded girl in the mirror was indeed Dr. Astrid Terravane. Just a lot more of her.

"Gods... what... I..."

Astrid sputtered to herself as she prodded the hefty paunch that was now stretching the middle of her bodysuit. The round mass gurgled and bubbled in response. It was heavy and sloshy, like one of the large water pouches from the Galley. She poked and prodded at the fluid-filled mass as if to confirm that it was indeed part of her own body.

"This can't be happening."

There was no denying it. Astrid's slim body was swelling with some kind of fluid. She had no idea what or how it was happening. All she knew was that she needed to find a something to stop it. Fast.

...

"F... does NO ONE restock these stupid things?!?"

A metallic box full of bandages clattered across the floor. This useless excuse for a medkit! No anti-inflammatories. No adrenaline. Not even a single vial of Profin-B!

Astrid didn't even need to look to tell that her waistline was expanding by the minute. The increasing pressure from her ever more constricting bodysuit was telling her everything she needed. She huffed and slammed her fist into the wall in frustration as she rummaged through a second half-empty medkit. There had to be something else she could try...

"By Gods of course! Telamed!"

Astrid's eyes lit up when she remembered that her personal tablet had a handful of functions that worked without any outside comms. One of them was a health monitoring application that had basic diagnostic capabilities. It should be able to give her some idea of what was going on. Astrid bounded back to her quarters as quickly as she could, her increasingly bloated belly sloshing along with every step.

...

"No..."

Astrid's tablet landed on the floor with a thud as she read the screen. Her tablet's Telamed function had worked flawlessly. It was not good news.

[ POSSIBLE LYMPHATIC SYSTEM FAILURE. Seek Medical Attention. ]

Astrid stared at her enormous reflection in the tiny mirror on her bed. The gargantuan globe hanging off her torso gave her the rounded silhouette of an expectant mother. She stared slack jawed and wiggled her hips to see her water balloon of a belly follow her gyrations with a slow wobble.

It must have been spores. From the Greenhouse. They warned her about this.

The fungi on board were not safe for human consumption. That's why she had that uncomfortable yellow suit... those bulky rubber gloves... the respirator that she never bothered to put on...

Astrid collapsed in the corner of her habitat in shock. The sudden increase in abdominal pressure was too much for her overstretched bodysuit to contain. With a series of loud pops and a zzzzzippp, her shiny chocolate dome of a belly burst free of her body suit before jiggling softly to a rest on her lap.

There was nothing in this satellite that could help with her current condition. The closest sickbay was at the Home Station.

She had no other choice. She would need to abort mission.

Description
[Story, Body Inflation, Belly Expansion, Progression, Dark Sci-Fi Fantasy] - [ -- NO SIGNAL -- ]

"F me."

Due to the differences in their orbits, each research satellite would lose contact with the Home Station for one hour every Mars Orbital day. That hour-long blackout had started minutes before Astrid had reached the hub. She stared at blinking red console text in disbelief for a full minute before turning away in disgust.

There was nothing she could do. She would have to wait out the hour in the Habitat and come back when she was within relay range of the Home Station. Then she could call back and request extraction from this ramshackle excuse of a research lab. Maybe she could find some painkillers to stop these horrible cramps in the meantime...

That was the plan, at least, until she caught a glimpse of her own reflection in one of the exterior windows.

"What the..."

The woman in the mirror looked just like Astrid. Everything looked familiar. She recognized the glamorous curly hair, the narrow shoulders, the toned arms... the perky boobs... but not that huge gut! No... it couldn't be. Astrid shut off her RCS pack and looked at herself to confirm her worst fears. That well-rounded girl in the mirror was indeed Dr. Astrid Terravane. Just a lot more of her.

"Gods... what... I..."

Astrid sputtered to herself as she prodded the hefty paunch that was now stretching the middle of her bodysuit. The round mass gurgled and bubbled in response. It was heavy and sloshy, like one of the large water pouches from the Galley. She poked and prodded at the fluid-filled mass as if to confirm that it was indeed part of her own body.

"This can't be happening."

There was no denying it. Astrid's slim body was swelling with some kind of fluid. She had no idea what or how it was happening. All she knew was that she needed to find a something to stop it. Fast.

...

"F... does NO ONE restock these stupid things?!?"

A metallic box full of bandages clattered across the floor. This useless excuse for a medkit! No anti-inflammatories. No adrenaline. Not even a single vial of Profin-B!

Astrid didn't even need to look to tell that her waistline was expanding by the minute. The increasing pressure from her ever more constricting bodysuit was telling her everything she needed. She huffed and slammed her fist into the wall in frustration as she rummaged through a second half-empty medkit. There had to be something else she could try...

"By Gods of course! Telamed!"

Astrid's eyes lit up when she remembered that her personal tablet had a handful of functions that worked without any outside comms. One of them was a health monitoring application that had basic diagnostic capabilities. It should be able to give her some idea of what was going on. Astrid bounded back to her quarters as quickly as she could, her increasingly bloated belly sloshing along with every step.

...

"No..."

Astrid's tablet landed on the floor with a thud as she read the screen. Her tablet's Telamed function had worked flawlessly. It was not good news.

[ POSSIBLE LYMPHATIC SYSTEM FAILURE. Seek Medical Attention. ]

Astrid stared at her enormous reflection in the tiny mirror on her bed. The gargantuan globe hanging off her torso gave her the rounded silhouette of an expectant mother. She stared slack jawed and wiggled her hips to see her water balloon of a belly follow her gyrations with a slow wobble.

It must have been spores. From the Greenhouse. They warned her about this.

The fungi on board were not safe for human consumption. That's why she had that uncomfortable yellow suit... those bulky rubber gloves... the respirator that she never bothered to put on...

Astrid collapsed in the corner of her habitat in shock. The sudden increase in abdominal pressure was too much for her overstretched bodysuit to contain. With a series of loud pops and a zzzzzippp, her shiny chocolate dome of a belly burst free of her body suit before jiggling softly to a rest on her lap.

There was nothing in this satellite that could help with her current condition. The closest sickbay was at the Home Station.

She had no other choice. She would need to abort mission.