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.Shrinking Trek 2: Kirk's Enterprise	By : keithcompany Category: Star Trek > Star Trek Views: 2290 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Disclaimer: Star Trek, the Enterprise and her Crew, the Federation, are all property of Paramount. This exploration of adult situations with Trek characters is only for entertainment.
the author is not making any kind of profit from this fanfic.

This work is my own. Do not repost this story beyond the limits of the Fair Use standards of Copyright Law (quotes, examples, 'you gotta read this' excerpts, the usual).
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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Uhura turned at the sound of a thump. At first she didn't see anything out of place in the clearing. But then she realized that she didn't see the rest of the landing party. She started to walk through the high grasses.
"Sulu?" she called, "Chekhov?" She looked to the trees but didn't see her fellow crewmen. Then her foot hit something. She looked down to see Sulu's tricorder lying on the ground. Her eyes trailed the strap as it wove through the grasses to a sleeve. The sleeve was empty, tangled in the blue tinted blades of the vegetation. She stepped closer, slowly. She found her friend's pants, and Chekhov's shirt. Another slow step, terrified and certain that she was going to find either salt crystals, or bleached decahedrons or some new indication of alien attack.
What she found was a boot. Standing upright between the two uniforms, a single boot rocked back and forth. Small voices issued from within. Uhura lifted it up, half hoping and half terrified, to listen closely.
"What are you doing?"
"I am going to climb up your shoulders and look around."
"You're not climbing on me. You're naked!"
"So are you!"
"But I am not touching you."
"What, you're afraid of being touched by a naked man? You're a homophobe? In this day and age?"
"There are no Russian homophobes. There are also no Russian homosexuals. It is a matter of- Look! What is that in the opening?"
With a strained smile, Uhura lowered the shoe to the ground and gently tipped the contents out. Sulu and Chekhov rolled onto the flat spot of one of their footprints. They were both about 7 inches tall. Sulu looked up at Uhura in astonishment, swiftly changing to suspicion. Chekhov shouted: "Look! Sulu! Something on this planet has made Uhura become a giant!" Sulu snorted in disbelief.
"She grew to giant size? And so did the grass? And so did our uniforms? But not us?"
"You're right," the navigator agreed, looking around. "Logically, we must have grown, too. We just didn't grow as much. I hope we can still fit aboard in the passageways on Enterprise." He looked up at Uhura. "I'm afraid you will have to sleep in the hangar bay until McCoy or Spock can fix us."
Sulu shook his head at his friend. Then he turned to make eye contact with the communicator. "This is your brain." He pointed at Chekhov, "This is your brain when it's Russian. Remember kids, don't do Ukrainian."
"What are you talking about?" the Russian asked. Uhura finally got over her shock and swept her friends up in a gentle, relieved hug.
"Oh, you're alright! I was so worried when you disappeared. Pressed against her breast, Chekhov squirmed around to look her in the eye.
"I wouldn't exactly say we're alright! For one thing, your uniform is much rougher than mine is."
"You can joke," she replied with a half sob, "you're as okay as anyone can be. You're just small." Sulu was looking around the clearing, or as much as he could see around his fellow officer's bosom.
"Why ARE we small? Anyone see any technology that might have done this to us?"
"Why must it be technology?" Chekhov asked from the other breast. "Maybe it's just a condition of the planet?" Sulu chucked a thumb at Uhura's cleavage.
"Planet, huh? You notice that she wasn't affected?" He looked back up to the woman holding him. "I swear, something in the water? Genetic defect?" Uhura gave both of her friends a last squeeze, then stood up, looking around. She held the men gently, about waist high.
"I think I know what happened here," she mused. "I read Admiral Sato's memoirs at the Academy. Not the published version, but something handed down between communications officers. Captain Durell thought I had some potential in that direction and let me have a copy." She went silent for a long moment. The guys made eye contact. Sulu shrugged and Chekhov started to rap on her knuckle.
"So? What happened?"
"Oh." She came back to herself. "Sometimes, the Vulcans have run into a being they used to worship. Ohkog. A god."
"Ohhhhh," Chekhov moaned, "I never like it when we run into gods."
"What was he the god of?" Sulu asked.
"Sex."
"That makes sense." Chekhov commented. The other two turned to stare at him. He gestured at the hand that held him, the size he was at. "Well, we're fucked." Uhura actually laughed at that, then sobered a little bit.
"Close. He shrinks people that he thinks deserve to be. Then he makes them big again every time they…"
The other two started guessing at what Vulcan behavior a deity of theirs might reward: "Pray? Worship? Raise one eyebrow? Make condescending comments of others' mental abilities?" Then Sulu remembered what she'd just said. "Wait, he's the god of Vulcan sex? So we have to…." He turned in horror to the other officer sitting naked in Uhura's hand. Chekhov grinned for a second.
"So, it is not just a Russian problem, is it?" Then he turned to Uhura. "Wait, he's not right is he? We don't have to…?"
"It's alright, guys. You just have to have sex. Not necessarily sex with each other." She raised Chekhov to her face and kissed his belly. Then her tongue darted out to draw both of his legs into her mouth. She fellated his entire body, lips rising as far as his ribs, and then dropping as low as his knees.
In addition to the sensation, of sliding across her lips, rubbing against her tongue, feeling the suction on every inch of his body, the rhythm reminded him of other sexual encounters and drove him that much faster to a climax. When he finally came it was on an out-stroke. He spasmed in her hand, with only his legs below the thigh still inside her. He watched a bolus of cum shoot up and splash on her lip.
She licked it off as she lowered her little lover back down to hold him alongside Sulu.
"See?" she asked. The spent officer sagged in her grip but was now nearly twice as tall as his friend.
The helmsman looked from man to woman. "Uhura…" he started, "my wife…"
"Is a wonderful woman who I consider a personal friend." she replied sternly. "I would never do anything to harm her. But she has twenty years in crisis management. She may not like this, but she'll understand it. Besides," and her smile widened, "it's not like you have a choice." With that, she took the man to her mouth. A minute later, she dangled the two men beside each other. Sulu was about an inch taller than Chekhov, now. She lay the two men down on one of the uniform shirts. They stretched out and watched her. She stepped out of her boots, then removed her uniform. She stood for a second, looking down at her fellow bridge watchstanders. They drank in the beauty of her nude form. Sulu found himself becoming aroused again. He was surprised at how soon it was happening, but figured the deity responsible for this whole crazy day was attending to the detail. Then he looked up at Uhura's body again. He decided that supernatural explanations were not required for this rapid recovery.
Uhura recovered the tricorder and removed a small package from the bottom. She spread out the survival blanket next to the men on the shirt. She knelt down on it and smiled at the others.
"So, boys, who's ready for a rematch?" The men stood slowly and walked onto the blanket as in a daze. They hesitated at the edge, glancing from each other to the woman. Finally Sulu pointed towards her breasts where they swung tantalizingly back and forth.
"Go ahead, Anton. I'm the leg man." He stepped over to the other end, swung a leg over her calf and stood between her legs. Her pussy was just about head high and he contemplated it for a moment.
Chekhov strode along her torso trailing a hand on the large dark flank beside him. He figured that if she arched her back he could walk under her belly without ducking. But he continued on. He reached her right boob and started gently stroking it. Up and down, pausing to stroke the nipple, and back up again. He whispered a thanks to Hikaru for the job splitting. Uhura got impatient.
"You know," she pointed out "you get height restored for my orgasms, too."
"Really? That's good to know," he replied, but never changed his pace. She slowly swung the boob away from him. He stepped forward to keep it in reach. Suddenly she swung back and knocked him down. The tit landed on top of him and pressed the air out of him. It lifted just long enough for him to suck in a quick breath, then she started pummeling him with both breasts from both sides.
He giggled a bit at the thought of being beaten by boobies. Big boobies. Big black boobies bouncing and bounding him back and forth. The more he alliterated, the more he giggled. She got a big smile as well. Finally she pressed down with Chekhov trapped in her cleavage.
She opened her mouth to say something to him then gasped. "Oooh, Mr. Sulu. What HAVE you found back there?" She closed her eyes and rocked back a bit. She had to restrain the urge to grind her ass against her lover out of fear of doing permanent damage.
But she did widen her knees further apart, to bring her vagina down to a more convenient height for him.
Sulu gently explored the slit of her sex. He reached one hand as high as he could; another explored the area around her clitoris. He teased, he stroked, tugged and pressed, and felt the entire huge body shudder at his touch. Her moans shook his rib cage. She was close, he estimated, very close.
Chekhov took the opportunity to grab her two nipples and squeeze as tightly as he could. He never noticed getting bigger, but suddenly the distance between the dark nipples wasn't as far a reach. Uhura sighed with satisfaction, then rolled off of him, swinging a leg wide to clear his partner. She curled up on the blanket, breathing a gentle 'thanks' to her two favorite men on the whole planet.
They tried to estimate their new heights gained from giving Uhura an orgasm. Without walking over to the boot, the best they could estimate was that Sulu was taller than Uhura's knee, maybe coming to mid thigh, but Chekhov was a few inches shorter.
"This is an outrage! I was just as involved in her orgasm as you were! You tricked me! You sent me to the breasts so you could get taller sooner."
"Someone had to stroke the breasts. You didn't put up much of a fight."
"Right. Right. I am going to refuse the suggestion to stroke breasts the size of a hot tub with nipples like bread loaves. You tricked me."
"Okay, you want the pussy next? Be my guest."
"Of course I want the pussy next. Out of my way." The mini-Russian stomped over to the Swahilian's knees. "Open up woman, time it is wasting." Uhura lazily rolled over onto her back, legs spread. He stepped between them and knelt to her opening. He immediately started licking at the hood of her clitoris and drew a yelp from his victim. She grabbed his head and lifted it a couple of inches.
"Not so fast, Anton. Give it a minute; work your way up to that." She released him; he nodded, and started in with a more tentative stroke.
Meanwhile, she turned to Sulu and beckoned him closer. She lifted him with both hands, to sit between her breasts, legs on either side of her neck. He rubbed her breasts, she stroked his back. Finally she speared a finger under his ass and lifted his crotch to her mouth. She licked everything from inner thigh to belly button. She drew his genitals into her mouth and examined his balls with her lips, his cock with her tongue.
He stroked her cheeks, looking deeply into her eyes. When she figured he was as hard as humanly possible, she sucked. In the space of a second she felt his body go rigid and his grip on her nose tighten. Then he was big enough to step over her chest and off of her. The very thought that she had the power to make him bigger pushed her over the edge and she felt another orgasm.
Immediately, Chekhov stopped what he was doing and stepped over her leg.
"Sulu! I've done it. I've grown again! How tall are…" He stopped when he realized Sulu was twice as tall as him. "You tricky BASTARD! I swear, I will-" His rant was interrupted when Uhura grabbed him and sucked him off to shut him up. He lay back afterwards, certain he was much taller than his friend, now.
For the next hour the three friends explored each other. Taking turns with new positions and working as a team, they soon had everyone fully restored. At the end, Uhura lay sandwiched between the men, all of them on the blanket, looking up at the fading twilight.
"That…that was wonderful, guys," she whispered, running the fingers of one hand through Sulu's hair and strokingh Chekhov's chest with the other. "I don't think we can do it again, but I don't regret any of it."
"I regret," Chekhov started, "that Sulu was the first one back to normal." He raised his head to look to the other man. "But I forgive you." Sulu just responded with a rude gesture from out of Uhura's line of sight.
"Well, guys, I guess we'd better get dressed and report in. They're going to wonder what happened to us."
"You can say that again," Kirk replied from somewhere close. The three crewmen stretched around to look up at their captain. "This looks like an interesting after-action report."
"Indeed, Captain," Spock added, stepping into view. "I do not recall any survey technique described in this manner."
"Actually, Mr. Spock," Uhura replied, "Admirals T'pol and Sato made one survey exactly like this one. On Ratchus II." As she expected, the mention of the other Ohkog incident she knew about sent one Vulcan eyebrow as high as it would go. He turned to the CO.
"Captain. We should go. I will explain in detail, but I believe our crewmen have suffered enough humiliation for today." Kirk seemed surprised, but nodded agreement with his science officer. They called for recall and were beamed back to the ship.
The remaining three scurried to gather their uniforms and gear.
"I don't get it," Chekhov asked, "was Mr. Spock actually worried about our feelings? Was that logical?"
"I don't know," Sulu shrugged.
"I do." They turned to her. "It's very logical. Imagine finding out that the Vulcan god of Sex is active in the area and realizing you're standing next to James Kirk." An image sprang into their minds: of the stoic Vulcan being small and naked with their earthy captain. And knowing what they'd have to do to please the deity. "Wouldn't you scamper like a bunny?"
The trio almost couldn't finish dressing from laughing so hard.
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