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A short intro by Ready – this story was NOT written by myself. It was by the great JB/NL who I believe it now on a writing hiatus which is really too bad. This story was technically not Growth Lab canon at the time but is now. Enjoy!
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Boobclipsed 2 story by: JB/NL – first published 2008.11.20
The first sign that something was very wrong was when the doors of the old administration building burst open, releasing a frothy white wave that spilled out onto the broken concrete surrounding the building, slowly extending lazy fingers towards the rest of Granite Tree Training Center’s more populated, active, and completely unaware of what was going to be hitting them, areas. But it wasn’t the frothy white liquid that slowly broke down into a lazy stream inching its way through cracks in the surface that was going to hit the base – far from it. It was just the harbinger of the enormous quake of invisible energy behind it, overtaking the stream of clearly visible liquid that lost momentum, and finally drained into a series of old rusty grates in the ground. Not so the enormous tsunami of energy, that built, and like a massive shockwave, radiated outwards, falling to a low, then rising again to the next crest, cycling through its motions.
As it raced away from its source, it passed over a strip of woodland, sending flights of nervous, agitated birds skywards, then crested and broke over the main compound of the base. First in its path was the base’s austere exercise yard, a barren expanse of faded, trampled grass bordered on two sides by an assault course designed to physically punish any cadet that steadfastly believed in his or her invincibility. Down in the yard, a drill sergeant was marching a platoon of disorderlies through a strict pattern of locksteps, about-faces, turns and attentions. She was known and feared by just about everyone on base, by both cadets and regulars alike, for the unrelenting pace and merciless intensity with which she conducted her punitive drills. It was never whether you were going to encounter Drill Sergeant Sorensen; it was when, and usually, within two weeks of coming to Granite Tree. “HALT!”, she barked to the group she was commanding around the field; whipping her stern gaze over the tired, dimmed eyes of the group under her direct command. “You there,” she barked to one of them, “Stand up straight, at least try to act like you’re in the military! SHOULDERS STRAIGHT, HEAD BACK! All of you slackers, turn … LEFT! MARCH!” As the group stiffly marched in the direction indicated, Valerie Sorensen smiled slyly, getting a rush out of following her every command.
Then a first, small wave trickled down on them, flowing over the platoon, gently, the crest of the tsunami looming large over them. Valerie sharply sucked in a breath, feeling warm and prickly all of a sudden, unable to explain why, but it felt good. Hiding the contentment on her face she looked at her ‘disorderlies’ and saw they had stopped. “Who told you to stop marching,” she snarled, pacing forward, hiding a wince as her thong dug into her ass and her feet felt tight in her boots. “We, ah, ahh …:” one of them stammered, looking dejected. “I can’t recall giving the order to stop, or to slouch off,” she barked, trying to ignore the wire of her bra digging into her breasts, “so let’s start from the beginning again, because you obviously have an issue with understanding. Platoon, form 2 columns! Michelson, your other left side, thank you. Jackson, we’re not going that way, turn around – good boy.” She tapped her boot while the group shuffled into a road march column, pulling her jacket straight in an attempt to drive off the pain in her chest, pulling up her pants to center her underwear which was digging deeper into her backside.
Shaking her head to clear it, she sharply looked over her platoon and didn’t like what she was seeing, “Stop talking! Eyes forward! Jaspers, stop playing with your belt! Carson – is there any REASON for you to be retying your shoelaces outside trying to get a rest ?” She stomped to the head of the line, threw an angry look over her shoulder at the two lines behind her, picked her exercise pattern, took a deep breath – damn! Her bra wire hurt! and ordered the platoon to MARCH. At that precise moment, the main wave blew through, slamming into them, ripping through on its path, charging them, giving them the potential to achieve greatness – although probably not in the way they imagined. Valerie gritted her teeth between step calls as her underwear dug deeper into her ass and her pants tightened, but kept snarling orders, determined to not show a moment of weakness no matter how she felt. Behind her, the eyes of the men in front were not aimed ahead as they should be, but firmly on her growing ass, which filled out before their eyes. And that wasn’t the only thing filling out; as Valerie’s bottom ballooned, so did the bulge in their pants, forming a feedback loop of energy that steadily built in intensity. She was wavering between two states of mind – one, getting the damn drill finished and showing these slobs what discipline meant; two, to give in to the searing heat flooding through her body in waves; the staring eyes she felt on her back, specifically her jiggling ass, didn’t do much for her self-control either.
She took a deep breath to bark another command, but the effect was far more profound that she ever expected. With a loud rip, the seam on her ass split, followed quickly by the seams on the sides of her pants; the impossibly tight uniform jacket, which was desperately trying to contain her chest and so far, had stood up to the task with military resilience, began to launch button after button, firing them forward in a ballistic arc that would make any artilleryman proud, exposing two growing mountains of flesh forcing their way up and out. Behind her, her platoon collectively busted out of their pants in a massive caliber weapon presentation. She teetered on the edge of control, fought the feeling, and almost managed to regain it when behind her, the chorus rose, “Bigger Sarge, bigger!” The heat inside her rose, and she sucked in another breath of air as her uniform failed around her; her boots thumped apart, the legs on her wholly inadequate pants split apart, the jacket tore open at the shoulders as she rose out of the drab green threads. With a whipcrack-snap her bra launched from her growing chest, sending massive quakes running up and down her giant gelatin-like gazongas, triggering a giant cheer behind her. Splitting a grin, she looked over her shoulder, inspecting the massive weaponry being brought up behind her and raised an eyebrow. “Is that all you have, boys,” she called, “Sarge wants more weapons!” They felt the surge she blasted out over the as she turned around to face them, a 12 foot gorgeous goddess with gigantic gazongas – and growing.
“Urgh, why do you wear that awful golden spandex suit every time you’re working out anyway ?” Molly flashed a smile as she loaded the pec trainer to a little more than was comfortable, and sat down, grasping the handles to start her round of exercise, then replied, “It serves its purpose.” “Which would be,” her friend Adrienne asked as she jogged on the belt, keeping her eyes on the readout, avoiding looking at Molly. “Peace and quiet mostly,” Molly said, working the bars, “it helps reduce the number of staring guys around here. And it feels nice.” “Granted,” Adrienne replied, “but it’s just painful to look at.” “That’s the whole idea behind it.” They laughed as an invisible wave inundated the building, washing them with warm energy, stifling their laughter momentarily. “What was that,” Adrienne asked nervously, stopping the belt. “I dunno,” Molly replied, shrugging her shoulders, “but I feel all warm and prickly – all pumped up for some more action.” “Bah, you’re just being a perv again,” her friend said, stepping off the belt and loading a weight bar with some weight to do some exercise. “Me pervy,” Molly mocked, “whoever gave you that idea ?” “Maybe it’s the way you thrust your flat chest out at passing guys ?” “I’m not flat, just humbly endowed.” “Well, if you keep pumping that machine long enough, maybe you’ll get some volume up there,” Adrienne grinned, and her friend rolled her eyes. “What do you think this is, some cheesy rerun of Repossessed ?” “Well, you certainly look the part, don’t you ?” “And I’m even using the correct piece of fitness equipment.” “Well, all you’d need to do is theatrically breathe in and work it.” “Maybe I should give it a go, I’m feeling frisky.” “You’re never not feeling frisky, Molly – admit it.”
The golden spandex girl took a breath and spread her arms, and to her surprise, her chest bulged upwards some. “Uhm, Adrienne ?” “OK, really funny Molly. Now dump the balloons under your suit.” Rather than answer, Molly repeated her action, and her chest bulged up even further. “I’m not kidding this time,” Adrienne said, loading more weight on her bar and screwing the caps on, “cut the crap.” “That’s the scary part,” Molly answered, “these ain’t balloons.” “Yeah right,” her friend said, hefting up the bar. “But it feels damn good though – think I’m going to do it again.” She worked the machine once more, and her breasts grew larger, each as large as her head, with fist size nipples tenting the spandex. “Okay, you’re seriously freaking me out now,” Adrienne said, putting the weight bar down and replacing the weights, “and will you stop staring at me like that ?” “Uhm, you might want to look in that mirror over there – and just how many pounds you got on that bar there before you say anything about me.” Molly pumped the machine again, her breasts rising up in front of her face, swelling to twice their previous size, feeling her gigantic nipples push deeper into the stretching spandex, and smiling stupidly, she sucked in breath and pumped again, breasts spilling outwards ad the seams in the spandex suit began to pop and give, each of her nipples as big as her thigh, her tits massive golden balloons stretching into the gym. Adrienne stood stunned, openly gazing at her friend, thoughtlessly pumping the 500 pound weight bar which got lighter as her frame bulged and filled out, halter top stretching over her expanding chest barely containing her swelling breasts, muscles growing as the bar got smaller and lighter in her hands. Meanwhile, Molly’s gigantic golden gazonga’s strained the spandex, as seams creaked and began to give way. She took another breath, pumped the machine, her floor to ceiling boobs pushing fitness equipment aside; one of them poked and tore the tented spandex, which ripped apart, sounding like at least 100 yards of velcro being violently torn apart, even as Adrienne bumped her head on the ceiling, idly lifting the weight bar with just one hand. Just as she began to take in herself and her surroundings, she could hear Molly suck in another breath …
Leaving the fitness center behind, the energy wave washed over a small bump in the ground, then raced down a slight slope, washing around and over a lone barrack in a shallow valley, set slightly apart from the other buildings. Inside the improvised classroom, the teacher was droning about a range of effects microgravity had on the human body, while her class made a valiant attempt to not fall asleep and appear attentive and focused to her flat-toned voice. “Why are we even here,” Shelly whispered, suppressing a yawn, “I know all this stuff cold from basic training.” “Careful that Miss Sherman doesn’t hear you,” Martin, who was sitting next to her in the back of the class whispered back, “and yeah, everyone here knows this stuff cold and backwards, but policy demands a refresher course for everyone going into the advanced program.” They sat up when Miss Sherman scratched another figure on the blackboard, wincing as she used a horribly screeching piece of chalk, and dutifully copied it into their assignment binders when requested, bobbing their heads as she launched into another lengthy explanation. “Damn, I feel hot,” she whispered to him. “What do you mean, it’s drafty as hell in here,” he mumbled back. “No, not like that, like this,” and she made a hand gesture for sex. “Didn’t I give you enough last night ?” “Yeah well, I just feel … hot. Heh, look at Tina up front.” “Miss Super-Prude ? What’s up ?” “Just look the way she’s rubbing her legs. Heh, and poor Andy looks like he’s got a problem as well.” “Not just them,” Martin groaned, pushing his legs together. “What’s your problem, I thought you said I rode you down to nothing ?”
“QUIET CLASS,” Miss Sherman roared, breaking out of her monotone mumble to bring her uncomfortably shifting, wiggling class back to the level of utterly bored order she wanted, “That’s better. Now, turn to page …” “Oh gods,” Shelly murmured as Miss Sherman launched into another boring monologue, furtively trying to reposition the bra she wore. “What’s the problem,” Martin whispered, while he squeezed his legs together harder, trying not to look at the wiggling girl in front of him, whose ass he was sure had grown bigger in the last couple minutes. “Apart from being unbelievably horny right now,” she said through clenched teeth, “my tits are getting bigger.” “Oh great,” he groaned, “as if my hardon wasn’t painful enough.” “At least,” she said slyly as the rumor in the class rose again, “it looks like we’re not the only ones experiencing those problems.” “QUUIIIIEEEEEEETTTTTT”, Miss Sherman shrieked and both of them swore her frame was fuller and rounder than they remembered, as they stole glances at the other students in class, “ANY MORE DISRUPTION AND YOU WILL ALL FAIL THIS CLASS,” she shrieked, and Martin was sure her homely dress was filling out as everyone’s eyes were on her, as if their attention was the cause, “IF ANY OF YOU MISBEHAVE AGAIN THEN … then ..” Martin threw a glance sideways and saw Shelly smiling broadly, even as at the front of the class, Miss Sherman let out an ear-rending shriek. Their teacher had her arms crossed over her chest in a desperate self-hug while she was shaking on her crossed legs, even as her ass bulged outwards, stretching the plain grey woolen dress outwards even as the class watched soundlessly, eyes trained on her, their own discomfort relieved as they watched their teacher billow outwards, a sharp crack sounded and her tits flopped from under her crossed arms, jiggling under the wool, which reached its limits and began to show off vast amounts of cleavage, putting more and more stress on the fabric. “You wouldn’t believe the hardon I have,” Martin mumbled, his eyes fixed on their titanically endowed teacher. “I’ll take it all,” Shelly said, sight similarly fixated, “right between my tits and you’d probably still come up short.” “I think I have enough,” he began when another shriek rent the air, and with it, Miss Sherman gave up her last bit of inhibition and tore her mouse-grey woolen dress off her bulging, jiggling body.
She thrust her titanic tits forwards into the class, nearly hitting the students in the front row in the head with them; blasting the class with all the pent up energy they had focused into her earlier. Shelly’s mouth dropped wide open as she could see the wave blast through the class in a fleshtacularly expanding slowmotion, “Martin I don’t think you’ll have,” as each row of students popped out of their clothes. One girl near the front of the class shot upwards, her blouse tenting, stretching and machine-gunning buttons against the low ceiling, before it blasted open, and life an inflating life vest bursting from its container her breasts bobbed outwards. A guy two seats down grunted, screwed his eyes shut, clenched his fists, but fell victim anyway, his shoulders widening until his shirt was taut, then it split at the seams, and like the Hulk, he grew out of it, but quite unlike the Hulk, his zipper burst open revealing a a superheroic erect cock that rapidly swelled bigger, poking into one of the ass cheeks of the girl in front of him. Another girl gave a small scream, then with a dull thump and throaty rip split her pants apart, her ass ballooning outwards, jiggling bigger to the delight of onlookers even as her chest put pressure on her blouse. Tina, the prudish girl, had slid out of her bench and tried to run, a look of utter fear on her face, but Shelly viciously kicked a stool in front of her feet, tripping her facedown and in the firing line.
As she tried to scramble to her feet, it hit her. It started with her feet and legs, growing out of her pleated skirt even as her elegant shoes tightened around her feet, then *plopped* off, while her legs grew and extended, outgrowing her body; next the skirt rose and tautened as her ass swelled bigger, matching her legs, then the waistband around her microskirt dug into her growing body even as she was still flailing with her arms to get up, the skirt split open with a loud snap, shooting it upwards and landing like a parachute on top of her rippling ass, as her body grew, beginning with her abdomen. Shelly watched with detached interest, knowing at the back of her head she would be next, but she didn’t care; this looked too good to pass up, as Tina’s chest grew, filling up her white turtleneck sweater from inside with body and boobs, lifting her tiny looking arms and head off the ground as her cleavage rapidly expanded, inflating inside the white fabric until the sweater registered full, then gave an overflow warning, followed by a loud, ripping alarm as the bottom seam split open. She gave a short scream as suddenly, her tits grew faster, tenting the stressed sweater, and with a ripping croak, first one, then the other massive mound popped out, almost as white as the sweater. Tina gasped as her arms swelled, splitting the seams on her sweater from shoulder to wrist, until all that was left of it was the piece around her neck, which survived her head slowly growing to match the rest.
Shelly had gotten out of her seat and sat down on Martin’s desk, fumbling with the buttons on her blouse, but before she managed to undo them, she felt a prickly, warm sensation on her back and decided not to bother. Martin pushed his seat from under the desk, having felt the same feeling creep up his legs and gave Shelly a wicked grin which she answered. Behind her, the class had erupted in chaos as students were still growing larger, while at the head of the class, largest of all – larger than even giant Tina, was Miss Sherman, who was alternately sobbing and laughing insanely as her bust and backside bulked up even larger, each of her huge hooters at least 5 feet across and nearly twice as long, topped by massive nipples the size of a trashcan, swelling and erecting rapidly. Thrusting out her chest, Shelly unhooked her bra, felt her blouse fill up, and sitting back, she fired a salute of buttons over Martin’s head. “Go on then,” she purred, “you know you want them,” as her tits slowly swelled into view, poking out of her blouse. He hesitated, then the sensation reached his crotch and he had just enough time to open his zipper before his tool unfolded and flopped upwards and rose into view. She cooed, teasing its head with a finger, and he grabbed her expanding bust, and she sucked in a breath, moaned, her breasts swelling faster, and she reached down, sliding his growing cock between her lusty hills and bent forwards, delivering a passionate kiss to his lips.
He felt his T-shirt grow taut around his shoulders, felt her breasts balloon and bulge as her kiss intensified, his cock stiffening and growing bigger, while he embraced her, feeling her cleavage build around him as her tits grew faster and faster. She slid one hand over his cock and pushed her lips harder against his, holding his head with the other hand as she felt her nipples get hard as rocks, and her crotch get dripping wet. Sliding off the desk, she pulled him upright, maneuvering his giant cock which was bigger than his legs between hers, pushing her body against his, enveloping him in cavernous cleavage, her tits blowing up faster than anyone else’s in the room, included those of Miss Sherman’s and Tina’s – combined. She felt their eyes on them, felt their energy and ravenously consumed it in her blazing kiss, feeling her mammoth mammaries multiply at an ever increasing rate, squeezing Martin’s massive member between her enormous thighs, purring contently as her tits filled up faster and faster.
Over in the exercise yard, Valerie stood up, rising 20 feet into the air and presenting her gargantuan bust to her fully erect troops, exhorting them to ever greater size and effort, with aftershocks of energy pulsing over the field, each surge briefly increasing the rate of growth as they washed over and passed by, as her breasts grew heavier and more swollen, distending down and out, forcing her on her knees, laying her tits on the field, pointing towards the rest of the base, her platoon taking up positions on either side of her, pointing their “guns” in the same direction, as she grew even larger, each of her tits larger than her 30 foot tall body, as her nipples swelled and bulged, engorging into massive quivering cannons dripping with liquid. “Platoon,” she bawled, even as her boobs bulged bigger,”prepare to fire!”
In the gym, Molly’s mammaries filled half the room, pushing all the fitness equipment into a jumbled scrapheap, while Adrienne used her massive muscular form to clear out the part of the building not already filled with boobflesh, which heaved and grew every time Molly sucked in another theatrical breath. Having finished chucking the last machine onto a twisted stack of steel and weights in a corner, Adrienne heard a creaking, groaning sound and a chunk of concrete dropped out of the ceiling next to her. “I’m … I’m … GROWING BIGGER,” she heard Molly shout, and before she could dash over to slap some sense into her obviously gone loopy friend, she heard her suck in a downright enormous breath. The roof vanished. It didn’t just fall apart; it just – vanished. Adrienne watched in a mixture of awe and fear as Molly’s mammaries bobbed and bounced upwards, inflating like balloons. She squeezed around to find her friend still sitting in the pec machine, cranking the handles back for another go. “Do you have any idea how big you are,” she asked, worried. Molly had a mad glint in her eyes, giggling at Adrienne’s giant frame, standing nearly 10 feet tall, her amazonian body rippling with muscles. “I don’t care how big I am,” she said, plucking a shred of golden spandex from her shoulder, “I just want .. no, need … to get bigger.”
The classroom had devolved into a sloshing, sexual scramble as boobs and cocks spilled out all over, but no pair of boobs was as impressive as those of Shelly; even with all the others in the room, including Tina and Miss Sherman, they might just have the volume of one of her colossal knockers, which pushed on the walls and ceiling at the same time while she gyrated on Martin’s massive rod, which reached the length of the classroom, its massive head buried under the quivering mass of their teacher’s boobs while Shelly kept up her passionate kiss, not relenting for a second, feeling her tits grow and fill, feeling the shaft spreading her legs spread them wider, and intensified her kiss, sucking herself onto Martin’s face as if she was some hungry sex alien. The front wall of the barrack collapsed, and Shelly’s supersized boobs bounded free, spreading out and rising higher as she felt the cold air on her rapidly erecting nipples, feeling them fill up, just as Martin broke her intense kiss, “I love this babe, but I’m about to blow – hard.” She gave him the sweetest smile she could, “so am I babe. Let’s blow together – let’s make all these losers around us blow. Let’s make the whole fucking base blow,” and she gently kissed his lips, then locked onto his face again, sliding her arms around him and rocking her body on his monstrously huge shaft. She made soft cooing, moaning sounds and shimmied back and forth on his huge, swelling member, riding it like she would ride a horse, but she couldn’t remember riding a horse with such girth ever before, moving inexorably closer to her ultimate climax.
“Just how big are you going to get,” Adrienne asked worriedly, looking at the massive undulating boobs spreading out in front of Molly. “Bigger,” she giggled, “until I feel like cumming. Don’t you want to ?” “What do you mean ?” Molly silly laughed, “this like having the best sex ever. Grab something and join in. You’ll love it. And you’d better hurry, cause you got a lot of catching up to do.” “I don’t know,” Adrienne said. “Trust me. Just join in. You got nothing to lose.” She hesitated, then a sly smile spread across her face, and she rummaged through the debris until she found a pair or large barbells, which she loaded with some big weights, “fuck, why not. Go big or go home.” “That’s the spirit,” Molly beamed, “let’s do it!” Adrienne pulled up the weight on one arm, and to her surprise, her chest expanded considerably, nipples poking into her strained halter top. “Come on, more, faster,” Molly challenged her, “until you’re so horny all you want to do is blow your load. You do feel hornier, don’t you ?” “Oh hell yeah,” Adrienne said, bringing up the other arm, triggering another growth spurt that made her boobs peek from under her top. “Go girl, faster, blow’em up then!” She needed no further encouragement, and alternately brought up either arm, and her chest seemed to swell almost exponentially, while Molly behind her worked the pec machine another time, still taking the deep theatrical breaths as she worked it. With a snap, Adrienne’s top blew away, releasing a pair of impossibly large, and growing, boobs from their clothy prison. “They feel so light,” she commented as she worked the weights, moving faster and faster, as her crotch warmed up. “Then you need to grow more,” Molly told her, “you need to grow till they get really heavy. And I’m almost there, hurry up!” She pumped like crazy and before long, she felt her bouncing breasts sag and weigh downwards, felt how her titanic nipples, well, she guessed they were titanic, she couldn’t see past the wall of flesh in front of her, stiffened and swelled, filling up from inside. “Can you feel it,” Molly gushed. “Oh hell yes,” Adrienne answered, moving like a steam engine on steroids, her bust sinking to the ground and filling out rapidly.
“I’m gonna blow,” the girl on the pec machine squealed, working the bars one last time, her tits taking one last step up and outwards, nipples swollen beyond belief, out of any proportion to the size of her tits. “I’m ready too,” her friend huffed, “I can just feel I’m ready to fire.” Molly racked the machine once more, sucking her chest full of air, when with a deep bass rumble, her tits wiggled, bounced and stretched out. Her areolae, which until now had laid flat on the surface, bulged out and filled up, growing to massive deep purple hemispheres; the nipples on top erected, stretched and filled to the brim. She managed to rack the bars back one more time, and with a massive yelp, she unloaded. Bigtime. Adrienne, being practically at ground zero of the blast, went next, adding her energy to the giant blast unleashed by Molly, which radiated outwards at enormous speed.
Valerie felt it coming. It was like standing outside just before sunrise and seeing the sun rise over the horizon, feeling those first rays. The shockwave washed over her and her troops, doubling her tits and quadrupling her nipples in size, erecting the cock battery on either side of her to impossible levels, and collectively, they unloaded as well, sending a gigantic blast wave outwards, ripping across the base even faster than Molly and Adrienne’s wave.
Both shockwaves arrived simultaneously at the remains of the school barrack, and hit with such force and intensity it overloaded everyone present with spectacumlar results. With a final scream, Miss Sherman ballooned upwards, her boobs almost exploding outwards, the last of the barrack disintegrating under the sudden expansion, as her tits filled up, her body too growing to giant size, swelling until she was 100 foot tall, each of her mega boobs a giant balloon 120 feet long and 70 across, her nipples giant stiff rods 40 feet long and 10 thick, leaking milk. Tina blasted backwards, landing in a heap of quivering tits, ass and legs against one of Miss Shermans tits, having nearly doubled in size; Shelly felt her tits fill and bulge, the heat between her legs intensifying from a calm flow to a raging inferno, gyrating her hips faster even as she felt Martin tense and squirm. She broke the kiss and gazed at him. With a single primal scream, they let it all out. All of them. The energy blast was beyond nuclear in scale, but rather than ripple out and create wanton havoc all over the base, the blast shot upwards like a giant invisible beam – aimed straight at the moon.
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“So what did happen last month in Granite Tree ?” “I’m uh, afraid that I’m uh, not at liberty to tell you.” The general looked at his colleague. “And why would that be ? You requisition my hazmat teams – all of them – and my logistics material, then drive everything out to a training base for what ? A parade ?” “Trust me Neil. You do not want to know. You wouldn’t believe it anyway.” “I also heard a rumor several people have been forced to resign.” “You don’t want to know. And I’m not saying anything.” “Just one thing,” Neil asked as his colleague walked away, “just how did you explain away thousands of gallons of human hormone enhanced white liquid and several tons of a sticky white substance ?” The other general turned around and grinned, “That was the hard part indeed. We leaked that someone was doing unauthorized aerosol research on site which had mass hysteria and limited amnesia as effect. Your teams have been told to keep their mouths shut; which they evidently haven’t seeing how you know this. But you don’t want to know the details.” “Fair enough,” Neil chuckled, “by the way, did you hear what those bozo’s in Space Command are ranting about ?” “That they have positive proof of alien ships ? Isn’t there a funding commission being set up?” Both men laughed and walked down the hall, their footsteps echoing long after they had vanished.
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