Commander Manoa Vs. The Bellyjacker - Part 5 (Patreon)

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Getting kinda cramped in here!!

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Within a day, Manoa was put on an AI driven shuttlecraft and sent off to the Space Fleet’s special clinic for human’s suffering from alien ailments. However, barely an hour into her trip, her ship started suffering from malfunctions. Space travel is a very delicate process and even the slightest miscalculation can mean disaster. When arranging the trip, the crew forgot to update Manoa’s weight to reflect the changes to her body. A person of her size would need a load bearing spacecraft but she was put in a standard model. Because of this, the ship veered wildly off course a few hours into its journey. Manoa could do nothing but scream and fart as the shuttle’s autopilot barely managed a controlled crash onto a nearby asteroid, the rough landing severely damaging the ship’s power supply, shutting down all systems in the shuttle aside from basic life support.

Manoa was a little banged up from the crash but was otherwise unharmed. Using her training, she set to work to repair the shuttle’s power supply, a task that took less than three days. It might have been done sooner, but Manoa’s now excessively flabby body barely had space to maneuver, or the flexibility to perform the delicate operations required. Her butt, belly and hips always seemed to be pressing up against a wall or knocking over her tools and equipment. And in the confined space the sound of air repeatedly escaping her backside was driving her to distraction. At least cussing out the symbiote inside her body gave her someone to talk to.

(To be continued!)