[Longbow9]

“Where to, now? Are we gonna bust into Cyberface’s control room and blast him to atoms?”
“Are you crazy? We’re getting back to the ship and getting the hell off this asteroid before this whole place goes on lockdown,” Cassiopeia scoffed.
Too late. No sooner had the word “lockdown” escaped Cassiopeia’s lips than alarms started to blare all over the asteroid.
“Security lockdown, intruder alert,” intoned a calm female voice over the PA system. “Security lockdown, intruder alert.”
“Ohh, I hate the part where they say ‘intruder alert,’” grumbled Fiora. “They’re always talking about us.”
“Change of plans. I guess we are going to the control room after all…”
The pair didn’t encounter many guards on their mad dash to the control room, and those they did encounter were easily overpowered.
“Where is everybody?” asked Fiora, after encountering their third empty hallway.
“All the security forces on watch are stuck down in the dungeon beneath ten thousand pounds of boobs,” laughed Cassiopeia. “Anyone who heard the alarm was probably off shift. They’d go to the armory before trying to apprehend us.”
“Heh. Well, good luck with that,” smiled Fiora.
Before leaving the armory behind, Fiora had taken the initiative of smashing all the weapons she could and melting the armory lock after closing it.
“Knock knock!” bellowed Cassiopeia, standing aside as Fiora blasted open the door to the control room.
They leaped inside… only to find the room empty.
“Wha?”
“It’s a trap!” shouted Cassiopeia, jumping to one side as a transparent dome dropped from the ceiling.
Fiora wasn’t quick enough, and the dome sealed around her, leaving her trapped like a fly under glass.
“Fiora!” Cassiopea pounded on the dome with the butt of her pistol, but the glass wasn’t even scuffed.
The princess suddenly became aware of a slow, clapping sound emanating from behind her. She turned to see Baron Cyberface stepping out from behind a console.
“Bravo, princess, bravo,” he growled. “But, even if you were able to outwit my bodyguards, you’re still no match for me. Behold!”
Cyberface gestured to a nearby console with a flourish of his cape. Dr. Malevola stepped out of the shadows and flashed Cassiopeia a wicked grin before throwing a nearby switch. The air filled with an ominous hum.
“Dr. Malevola, it’s a pleasure seeing you again,” said Cassiopeia “When was the last time we saw each other?”
“I think it was Viraxis Twelve.”
“You were bustier then. Have a little run-in with a breastonic extractor recently?”
Dr. Malevola scowled and pulled her greatcoat closed to hide the tiny mosquito bites on her chest.
“Don’t worry, they went to a good cause,” she hissed.
The humming began to intensify.
“Oh no, not again!” cried Fiora. She pounded on the glass as her tiny breasts began to swell once again to enormous proportions. This time, it was only seconds before they were too heavy for Fiora to carry, tearing through her camouflage top and pressing up against the glass wall of the dome.
“Let her out of there, Cyberface!”
“Only if you comply. Drop your weapon.”
Cassiopeia scowled, but did as she was ordered.
“Very good. Now, both of you are going back in the chamber, and this time, there won’t be any tricks with that breastplate of yours. Take it off.”
Cassiopeia looked down at her melon-sized boobs as they strained against the silvery breastplate.
“Are you sure you want me to take it off?” she asked.
“Don’t play games! Take off the breastplate, or your friend dies!” bellowed Cyberface.
Fiora underscored his point with a muffled moan of distress. Her body was almost completely obscured behind her burgeoning bust.
“You’re the baron,” Cassiopeia shrugged, undoing the straps of her armor.
The quantanium breastplate clattered to the floor. What happened next occurred in the space of only a few seconds.
Freed from their cage, Cassiopeia’s tits bounced free and bare, practically glowing with breastonic radiation.
Dr. Malevola went from zero to watermelons in an instant, disrupting her balance and knocking her flat on her face.
Cassiopeia grabbed her D-ray from the floor and did a combat roll behind the nearest console, taking a few potshots in Cyberface’s direction, sending him diving for cover.
With Cyberface out of the way, Cassiopeia made a dash for the breastonic emitter controls, leaping over Dr. Malevola and throwing back the switches to deactivate the emitter.
“Bitch! I will crush you!” screamed malevola, rising to her feet and leveling a laser pistol at the princess.
“No, bitch, I’ll crush you!” Cassiopeia hit the “release” button on the console, and the deadly dome slid upwards to free Fiora.
Dr. Malevola only had an instant to register what happened.
“Oh no!” she screamed before her breasts erupted out of her top, ballooning to the size of her body in an instant.
The evil scientist collapsed on the ground, her muffled moans lingering in the air as she struggled beneath the crushing weight.
“As for you,” Cassiopeia whirled on Cyberface, who was trying to make a sneaky escape. “Stay right where you are.”
She raised her D-ray.
The baron turned to face her, a metallic laugh bubbling up from his vox-modulator.
“Why should I? My personal distortion generator makes me immune to death rays, or didn’t you learn that the hard way during our last encounter?”
“Speaking of learning things the hard way, maybe you should learn to read,” Cassiopeia smirked.
“What?”
“This isn’t a death ray…”
Cyberface’s metallic eyes flew wide open as he read the label on the side of Cassiopeia’s gun.
“Dick Ray,” it said. The knob on the side had been switched from “enlarge” to “shrink.”
“No!” screamed Cyberface. “Nooooooooooooooooooooooooo!”
He turned and tried to run, but he was too late, the blast of anti-delta particles caught him right between the legs. He felt an uncomfortable, icy sensation in his cock as the ray drained inches off his once proud dick, leaving him with nothing but a pathetic nub the size of a baby carrot.
“Noooo!” he sobbed, desperately grasping his crotch in his hands, assessing the damage. “My dick! My precious, precious dick!”
“If you hate being called ‘Cyberface’ so much, try ‘Baron Baby-dick’ on for size,” Cassiopeia grinned. “And don’t think you can get out of this with gene therapy or transplants or chemical enhancement, either.”
Cyberface growled incoherently, groveling on the ground like a child.
“This ray gun just blasted you with concentrated anti-delta particles. Anything you try, no matter how big, will eventually shrink back down to this,” Cassiopeia held her thumb and forefinger a few centimeters apart, a triumphant sneer splashed across her face. She turned to Fiora.
“Have you disabled the lockdown yet?” she asked.
“Just about now…” Fiora threw a few more switches.
“Lockdown overridden,” announced the PA.
“Let’s go,” said the princess, striding out of the control room. Fiora followed close behind, the tattered remains of her camouflage blouse dangling limply across her bare chest.
The doors to the control room closed behind them, leaving cyberface balled up in a fetal position and Dr. Malevola trapped somewhere behind a gargantuan pair of gazongas.
Later aboard the Zephyr, with a few light years safely between them and Cyberface’s asteroid, Princess Cassiopeia and Fiora Tailwind clinked glasses of champaigne.
“So I guess it’s back to business as usual, ma’am?” asked Fiora, taking a sip.
“For the most part. Though I see no reason why you haven’t earned the right to a few ‘perks’ now and then,” said the princess.
“Speaking of ‘perks,’ when can I expect to see my new paycheck, your majesty?”
Cassiopeia nearly choked on her champagne.
“You did promise me triple pay if I could make you scream, ma’am,” observed Fiora.
“Err… yes… well…” Cassiopeia played with her fingertips. “Care to go double or nothing?”


THE END
But
Princess Cassiopeia and Fiora Tailwind will return in
NIGHT OF THE REVENGE OF THE ONE EYED MONSTER!