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.Shrinking Trek 5: Janeway's Voyager	By : keithcompany Category: Star Trek > Voyager Views: 4625 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: Star Trek, the Voyager and her Crew, the Federation, are all property of Paramount. This exploration of adult situations with Trek characters is only for entertainment.
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I tend to work with size-themed fiction, which includes overwhelming control issues and outrageous differences in scale. Such disparate sizes between partners is not for everyone, so be warned.

The story is a continuation of a situation started with Shrinking Trek: Archer's Enterprise.

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Janeway didn’t quite wake up at the change. Her bed was much softer, and she squirmed happily in the deep cushioning, but she stayed in a mostly sleeping state. The Voice, however, put paid to any chance of sleep. Blasting from the speakers like God’s Own Announcer, the voice of the holographic Doctor shook her very bones.
“Attention, attention, this is the Emergency Medical Hologram speaking.” Janeway woke instantly and tried to roll out of bed, but found that all she could do was wrestle with the cushion. The voice continued: “I’ve evaluated the crisis and developed a course of action. Please remain in the vicinity of your Communications Badges and we will be beaming all crew members to the Holodeck.”
The captain finally fought her way free of the overwhelming softness and tried to figure out where she was. It was a dark room stretching off into unguessed distances. She was beside a shuttle-sized down mattress, and the floor she and it stood on was further cushioned under a fabric covering. In the distance muted lights blinked somewhere above the horizon.
She was naked and saw no sign of her nightshirt.
As she glanced around, she saw that the platform she was on stood across from a raised dais. When she saw what was on it, her suspicions about her location crystallized. Thirty feet away from her was her communicator. It was on her nightstand where she left it every night. And it was as long as her leg. Next to it was her customary water glass.
Never mind half full or half empty, she thought, it’s twice as tall as I am. I’ve shrunk during the night, and ended up on my pillow.
Janeway turned to the ceiling and shouted commands to the computer. She asked for lights, a comm link to the bridge, a general status report, but the ship never acknowledged her. As she considered how to get across to her nightstand, the Doctor’s voice returned.
“Attention. We have completed mustering all crew members whose location could be determined using their Commbadge. Fourteen personnel remain unaccounted for. We will begin with a concentrated search of their quarters, followed by detailed scans of certain parts of the ship. Please continue to stand by.”
Katherine could probably have just waited for her crew to find her, but starship captains seldom attain that position by waiting around. She hunted around the bed sheets beneath the pillow and found one sleeve of her sleep shirt. She dragged the end over to the side of the bed and swung over. Her weight was little enough that the drag between the covers and the shirt slowed her fall. She made a perfect two-point landing on the floor and started across to her head.
All restrooms aboard had a communications circuit in the bathroom. It was the one place that a crewwoman was the most likely to end up hurt, naked and alone. She should be able to activate one of the pickups even from her diminished position.
As she got to the bathroom door, though, she realized the motion sensor that would open it for her was aimed about 8 inches over her head.
Undaunted, she began looking on the floor for something to throw up into the pickup. She was still searching the automatically cleaned quarters when the door opened.
Seven of Nine entered slowly, making sure her footing was clear by tricorder before stepping. “Captain?” she called softly. “Are you in here?” Janeway ran along the wall of the compartment until she was next to the taller woman. She couldn’t help but notice that Seven was fully dressed and apparently full-sized.
“Here! Seven! Over here!”
Seven turned to the captain with relief clear on her face. But she still moved slowly. “Was there anyone in here with you?”
“No. You don’t see anyone, do you?”
Seven shook her head as she walked carefully to the Captain’s location. “The entire ship has suffered what is believed to be the Grace of Ohkog. Crewmen are shrunken to varying extents. You are not the smallest.” Janeway considered the implications of this as her friend lifted her up. Seven continued, “I have been unaffected.” She walked out of the stateroom and worked her way down the passageway. “Tuvok suspects that Ohkog considered me under the protection his rules afford virgins. Naomi Wilder is also apparently off limits. Lieutenants Paris and Torres remain at their original size. It is probably because even by Ohkog’s standards they have a sufficiently active sex life.”
Janeway considered the recent project to double the soundproofing of the Paris’ stateroom…again…and privately agreed with Seven’s assessment.
Aloud she said, “Or possibly even Vulcan deities are afraid of Klingon sex.” That brought her around, again, to wondering what the god’s view of her sex needs indicated about her private life. She glanced over her shoulder (and over Seven’s thumb) and saw they were approaching the holodeck.
“So,” she asked, “what’s the plan?”
“Torres and Paris have divided the bridge and engine room functions to operate the ship between the two of them. Naomi is assisting, and getting her chance to perform bridge functions under close supervision. The Doctor is coordinating the recovery. I have been collecting affected crewmen.”
The ‘deck doors opened and Seven walked into a basketball court. Bank upon bank of seating rose from the central playing area. Kate noticed members of the crew seated in careful order. The scales rose from inch-tall people at the edge of the court to nearly full-sized officers and enlisted in the highest rank of seats. Everyone was seated in the rows on the left hand side.
She also noticed that they were all clothed. As she glanced down reflexively, she saw that the holodeck had draped her nudity with a projection of her own uniform. But from the grip of her transporter’s hand on her skin, she could tell that it was only a nod to visual privacy. She was still actually naked behind an illusion of fabric.
Seven placed her passenger down in the appropriate rank then stepped back to the Arch. Janeway had a moment to gage the distribution of crewmen between the rows, and then heard the whine of a transporter beam.
Ensign Kim appeared in the row below her, and then the Doctor appeared in center court.
“Welcome, Voyager Crew. We have finally located everyone and gathered them all here.
“As you’re probably aware by now, the Vulcan god of sexual urges and interpersonal contact has seen fit to bless this crew. His blessing has, as usual, indicated by size reduction his estimate of the need for you all to participate in intercourse.
“Now, no one has to worry. I’ve established some protocols for this event, and if everyone will cooperate, we’ll get everyone back to normal as soon as possible.”
Janeway stepped to the rail and raised her hand. “Doctor, just what do you intend to do with us?” A number of others had asked questions at the same time. The EMH gestured for them to wait as he answered the ranking officer.
“Due to the time constraints of this sort of event, and the lengthy amount of time spent by the Vulcan Science Council on the problem, I can only conclude that traditional treatments are required.
“You will simply have to have sex with one another until you achieve vertical satisfaction.” He smiled at his little witticism. Janeway didn’t. He dropped his grin and continued: “I feel that rapid completion of sexual congress is key.” He leaned over and picked up two people off the 1-inch rail. Janeway’s ‘magnify’ command to the holodeck enabled her to see clearly that it was Chief Steve Samuels and Ensign Poeela Chales.
“So, I will select the crewmen most closely matched in physical scale, and place them in a private venue to complete their contact.” He nodded to Seven, who entered a command to the Arch.
The half of the arena behind the Doc wavered, and then changed to a luxury liner docked at the wharf extending from the basketball court floor. The decks were graduated as the seats of the court, smaller rising to larger. A companionway connected the larger-scaled seats to the appropriate deckways. “Research has shown me that a luxury cruise contains the best combinations of privacy, romantic settings and bed space.”
The Doc turned to deliver his charges to the ship. Janeway called for him to halt. He turned back, still holding his matched pair.
“It’s a good plan, doc, but there’s a couple of problems.” One being, she thought to herself, that she knew Samuels preferred blondes to Borellians, and another being that Chales preferred other women. “Human sexuality doesn’t cooperate with carefully ordered plans. Pick me up.”
Doc put his couple down, to the evident relief of them both, and collected his commanding officer. She ordered a pillar raised from the floor, with a rail and a microphone. She turned to her crew.
“Okay, people, we need to get big, and we need to get big before Ohkog leaves. The method is sex, and the priority is going to be for the most shrunken personnel.” She waved to the front row.   “For successful sex, you need to be attracted to your mate. The smallest person gets to pick their partner. The person they find most attractive will probably be the best choice for achieving orgasm. Remember that this isn’t a wedding. It isn’t even a date. Ohkog only cares about the physical expression of love.
“Now, if you really don’t want to sleep with the person that chose you, you can turn them down. But keep in mind, eventually you’re going to be at the front of the line. And helping someone else achieve orgasm helps you get your size back, too.
“Married couples will be assumed to cleave to each other, and are off-limits for selection.”
While she was talking, Seven had altered the holoprogram. Each individual had a number floating above their head. It indicated a measurement of their current size compared to their normal height. The smallest crewman had a bold red border around hers. Janeway pointed to Ensign Chales.
“Okay, Chales, you’re first.” Chales blushed a fine sapphire and turned to the higher seat rows. She found every face in the basketball court pointed at her. Shyly, she indicated an 8-inch tall chief from Shuttle Maintenance. As Doc lifted the two of them to the liner, Janeway searched out her XO. She found Chakotay up at the two-foot level. When they made eye contact, he gave a quick nod. So, he’d known about that particular pair. She wasn’t surprised, it was his job.
Pairs started to form between the ship’s crew. Some signaled for transport from the Doc, some involved a partner who was big enough to carry the other across the gangways. Ensign Kim showed the initiative not to interrupt the transport of lovers, and asked the holodeck to make him a bridge over to Janeway’s pillar. Katherine was surprised, if flattered, that the junior officer had chosen to approach her. But she was surprised at his actual question.
“Um, Captain, what are the rules…?” he started. She looked down and smiled at him.
“I think we can ignore the rules about fraternization, Harry.”
“Actually, Captain, I think this is more about your rules than Starfleet’s. What, uh, what about Seven of Nine?” Janeway was stunned for a second, and was on the point of saying the unseasoned woman was off limits. Then she thought of two things.
It really was the woman’s choice, and she certainly had qualities that would help get some of her people back to normal in a timely fashion. She turned to the arch. Seven of Nine was watching people pair up with a wistful expression. Janeway called her over.
“Seven, would you like to help? I mean, would you like to participate? You don’t have to, but…”
“I believe I would like to experience human sexuality, Captain.” Janeway noticed a distinct drop in the background noise after Seven spoke. She also noticed that Seven’s hand brushed over the implants next to her eye.
“Well, Seven, this isn’t exactly normal human sexuality, here. Any lessons you learn here won’t apply as well to any future relationships.”
“That may be true, Captain, but I still would like to contribute. There is still an amount of resentment for my Borg background among the crew. The more I can help; perhaps the better I can establish rapport.”   Janeway couldn’t fault her statements, looked to Chakotay. They made eye contact, shrugged to each other.
The skipper turned back to her volunteer. “Okay, if you want to-“ She stopped as she noticed that Seven was again hiding her electronics. “Seven, if you’re worried about your implants, you shouldn’t be.”
“They remind others of my nature, my recent past.” Janeway could sense many of the men of the crew (and not a few of the women) holding their breath.   She looked up at the younger woman’s face, framed from her point of view by Seven’s gravity-denying breasts. She shook her head. “Trust me, Anna, no one’s going to notice your implants today.”
Seven looked at Janeway for a minute, then cast her eye across the rest of the crowd. Without a word she unzipped her suit and shrugged out of it. She smiled shyly down at Kim, then plucked him up and held him to her face.
“I believe intercourse between friends includes a kiss.” She laid lips on the ensign’s chest. At the start of intercourse, the holoprogram removed his virtual uniform. She held him away from her lips and examined his body closely. She stroked his chest, legs, arms. He lay quietly in her grip, afraid to startle her.
“And then, one proceeds to stimulation of the secondary erogenous zones. Foreplay, I believe.” She licked Kim’s body from knees to nipples. When he was well-lubricated, she lowered him to her chest. She used her little partner to stroke her breasts, concentrating on her own nipples. She placed him between her boobs and squeezed them together.
Janeway was engrossed with the display, but others were more impressed. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed a yard-tall engineman suddenly drop to his knees, gasping. He seemed to glow for a second, then the size number above his head changed. The captain couldn’t blame him at all.
By now, Seven had worked Harry down to her groin. “And finally,” she announced, “one addresses the primary sexual characteristics.” She worked him through her pubic hair as she lowered herself to the floor. Harry grabbed her fingers and brushed himself back and forth across the giantess’ pussy lips.
She covered him and her pussy with her hands, holding the tiny lover in place. He crouched, placed his feet on her palm, and started to thrust himself into his partner.
“No Penetration!” Janeway shouted. “If he regains size while he’s inside-“
“Historically,” Tuvok contributed from behind his captain, “penetration has never resulted in a harmful amount of growth. Ohkog would never punish sexual satisfaction. Ensign Kim will not grow beyond what Seven of Nine can handle until he has been removed.”
“Oh,” Janeway replied. She had not noticed Tuvok’s approach and was a little uncomfortable to find him next to her. She stood to about mid-thigh next to the security officer.   She found images of what must be hidden behind the virtual uniform filling her mind. She looked away for something else to think about.
She noticed a line forming on the hard wood floor. Officers and crew were approaching Seven’s head. She writhed on the floor, eyes closed.
Janeway saw Chakotay down on the floor, organizing the line: shortest people to the front, taller to the back. She had the holodeck connect them by a private message line. “Be sure they don’t crowd her. And if she doesn’t want to play anymore, make sure they accept that.”
“My thoughts exactly, Captain,” her number one replied, “I think she could be a big help, here, but we could easily mess her up for the foreseeable future. We won’t press her any farther than she’s prepared to go.” Janeway nodded again and signed off.
She looked to Seven again. Kim lay draped across one thigh, dripping wet and panting, but twice as big as he’d been. Seven opened her eyes and turned to the waiting queue. She took the next two volunteers in hand, licked both of them, and pressed one to each nipple.
Janeway turned away. She found herself face to face with Tuvok who had sat down.
“Captain,” he started, “you are aware that Vulcan mating bonds are difficult to break.”
“Could we call up a Holodeck version of your wife?”
“No matter how good the replication, my intellect would be aware that it was, in fact a replication. It would not be sufficient. However, my wife and I have an arrangement.”
“An arrangement?” Katherine was starting to worry where this conversation was going. “You and your wife have a plan about what you should do if you were shrunk while away from home and needed to get sexed up to return to normal?”
“Not…exactly. But my wife and I have shared ourselves telepathically. My wife has come to care for you as much as I do. She trusts you as much as I do. She recognizes that we have a bond.”
“Tuvok, um, I’m flattered, really, but I wouldn’t want to ruin a perfectly good-“
“I do not think our relationship is at risk, Katherine.” Janeway was shocked. She tried to remember the last time her security officer had used her first name. He continued, “This is a unique situation where we both recognize the need for something we neither anticipated nor desired. But the fact remains; you are the one person on board that I know, for a fact, that my wife would not resent my intercourse with. That she would even approve, if we could communicate with her.”
“And that approval is important to you.” Janeway didn’t make it a question. She thought of her trip to his home in the Vulcan desert, meeting his family and remembered his wife looking at her. She recognized now that it was approval she saw in that lovely face. She surrendered to the inevitable and stepped up to her tall friend. She planted a chaste, sisterly kiss on his cheek.
“THAT is for being a good friend, Tuvok. Even if you never said so.” She placed another kiss full on his lips. It was not a sisterly kiss. As his lips opened to return the attention, she noticed the heat of his body, the fire of his breath. Then his hands swept her up and carried her to the waiting liner. She chanced one look back at her charge, and found Seven entertaining half a dozen crewmen at once, climbing up her, crawling over her and reaching into her. Then Tuvok’s hands caressed her breast and she stopped worrying about much of anything for a long, lovely while.
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