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A short intro by Ready – this story was NOT written by myself. It was by Ragnarok385 who lent a hand on the dialog and behind the scenes scripting for some of the later Growth Labs. I wanted to put this story out for your enjoyment and let you see the previously unpublished things we were working behind the scenes.
Feedback is welcome of course but please use your common sense and civility. Critical comments are always welcome whereas simply complaining and snarky comments are not. This is a small community folks and you get nothing from tearing people down.
Growth Lab 01 Remix: story by Ragnarok385 – first published 2013.02.09
Doctor Susan Lee sat at her desk, fingers idly tapping away at the book beneath them, contemplating as she often did how she had gotten here. After all it’s not every day that the world’s foremost leader in human genetic mutation becomes a high school chemistry teacher, and yet as Susan looked out across the rows of desks she sighed. Closing her eyes, she sighed as she opened them and looked down at the book she was tapping away at. Of course she knew what book it was, “The Hurdles to Human Evolution: Ourselves” written by one Dr. Susan Lee Ph.D.
She sighed again as she stopped tapping and ran her hands along the cover again, feeling the raised text, and pausing briefly as she ran her fingers across her own name. It’s your fault really, she thought to herself as she had so many times before. You knew how it would be received, how those idiots in Geneva would twist your words and make you out to be some kind of mad scientist. Shaking her head she recalled what her own mentor at the CalTech had told her after its publication, “Just go out there and say you’re sorry. Say you were drunk on the research power you had, that your Ph.D. was getting to your head. Hell I don’t care what you say, just tell them that you don’t believe what you wrote in that book!”
Susan chuckled a little to herself, “If only I had listened to you then Dr. Wily,” Susan smiled, “Then maybe I wouldn’t be in this mess.” But no she had gone before the entire board of her peers, and told them she believed every word of what she had written. She opened the front cover of the book and read the foreword, her own words and tone echoing back to her as though she were writing it today:
Human kind cannot advance scientifically if we are not allowed to perform test on humans. Human genetic testing would advance the research process by years at a time, and what we’re doing now is simply stumbling around in the dark. Performing genetic tests on mice and chimpanzees to discover genetic mutations beneficial to humans is the equivalent to trying to make a better apple by genetically modifying a banana. Sure they’re both fruits, but no one will argue when I say that a banana and an apple are very different in many ways. The same goes for humans and all other mammals. So why is it that we must continually posture around and jump through millions of useless hurdles to prove that the mutation we propose is beneficial to humans because it works on monkeys.
That is what I am proposing. And in this book you will find all my proposals for expanding our views on human testing, and why I can give you hundreds of ways to make a better chimpanzee, but I can’t tell you one way to make a better human.
How stupid she had been back then. The board had crucified her, almost unanimously voting to revoke its publication rights, and strip her of her title. Only one person on that board saved her life and career by voting against stripping her of her title. That woman, was the only one in the room that Susan had thought shouldn’t have been there. Boy was I wrong though, Susan thought, although she had the body of a porn star, she knew exactly what she was talking about, probably even more than I did at the time. She voted that I keep my title, and the rest of the group consented, knowing full well that the public would crucify me despite anything they did.
She sighed again and closed the book, looking to her left at the computer screen as it continued to compile the information from the test she was running. It wasn’t long after that before I realized that no one in the scientific community would dare to hire me. I was in huge debt, since doctorate degrees didn’t come cheap those days, and are even more expensive now. I was panicking when Dr. Wily called me out of the blue, telling me he had a job offer for me, that someone was interested in my work. I jumped at the chance, and told him to schedule the interview.
A few days later I met my new employer at a downtown cafe. She was dressed in street clothes, nothing special about her at all at first glance. But as I sat down, I saw she was a remarkably attractive woman, and as she shook my hand I could feel all the scars and roughness of one who is used to manual labor. It was then I noticed her musculature, how fit and lean she looked, and so it was no surprise when she introduced herself as General Hannah Strombourg. She said one of her colleagues was interested in the work I had done, and was willing to support my research as only the military could.
Susan looked up as the computer beeped at her asking for an input command, breaking her from her reminiscing. She turned and input the desire coefficient, and the computer went back to crunching the data. I should have known better, but I was too desperate, Susan thought as she recalled the conversation with General Strombourg, she was polite, friendly, the kind of person you feel like you’ve known your entire life despite only talking for ten minutes. She said they had a project that needed someone of my expertise, and that I would be working with a team of highly specialized individuals. The only stipulation was that I couldn’t tell a soul what I was working on and all that jazz.
Susan chuckled again and shook her head as she watched the screen go dark, and begin to slowly print out the parameters she was looking for line by line. I said ‘yes’ in a heartbeat, and the next thing I knew we were talking cover stories and how I was going to be moving to Chandler as their new high school chemistry teacher. Needless to say I was shocked, I believe I told her it was a waste of my talents, which got a nice laugh from the General. She told me I’d have access to top of the line equipment, just behind prying eyes. And then with a smile she told me that with my recent troubles, becoming a chemistry teacher made the perfect cover, since it was probably the best job I could afford otherwise–
Her trip down memory lane was interrupted again as the computer finally spit out all the information she required. Completely forgetting her previous train of thought, Susan reached across her desk, scattering papers, as she grabbed her notebook and wrote down the various components and chemicals she would need for her latest experiment. As she finished writing them down, she reached underneath her desk and felt the familiar imperceptible bubble in the seemingly wooden underside of the desk. Pressing the bubble in she heard the slight click that always followed, and looked out the back of her classroom where a set of bookshelves split down the middle to reveal a small crack.
Getting up from her desk, notebook in hand, she locked the doors to her classroom and walked towards the two bookshelves, pulling them apart and revealing a secondary lab behind her classroom. Carefully closing the bookshelves behind her, she walked over to the chemical closet and began removing various reagents and supplies she’d need for her most recent test. “And let’s hope this one works.”
Rebecca Smith sat staring idly at the papers in front of her, fingers twirling a green pen as she always did whenever she was stuck here at the lab. It had been hard enough dealing with the pressures of the advanced course work that Dr. Lee was giving her without having to become her T.A. on top of it. Tossing her pen down on the table she sighed, “Why does the doc even need a TA? It’s not like she’s super busy.” Grumbling some more she reluctantly picked up the pen again and looked down at the abysmal lab report in front of her, “I feel like I’m doing all the work here while she just sits in her classroom at that stupid computer that probably pre-dates Atari.”
Sighing once more she went back to marking up this one student’s poor excuse for a lab report her green pen working in time with her foot tapping. She always graded in green, ever since grade school she had told herself that if she became a teacher she would never grade in red. It’s so cliché and I hate seeing red ink on a page, she remembered telling Dr. Lee when she first turned in her grading, much to the Doc’s chagrin. “Red is a sign of failure, and failure is not something that can be tolerated, especially when one is a scientist.”
“But Doc,” Rebecca had complained, “isn’t that what being a scientist is about? Messing up and learning from mistakes?”
“Not if people are counting on you to succeed.” Dr. Lee had said, and the conversation had ended right there. I still don’t understand what she meant by that, Rebecca thought as she continued marking up the various graphs and incorrect conclusions. When she said it she sounded as though she was talking from personal experience, but it’s not like anyone is counting on her here. She’s a high school chemistry teacher for crying out loud.
Taking a break Rebecca put down the pen, and placed her head in her hands. Taking one hand she supported her head like it was the weight of the world, and with the other thumbed through the remainder of the lab reports she had to grade. Groaning she put her other hand back up to her chin and closed her eyes. It’s your fault you know…shutup…if you had just done these on Monday like the Doc asked…I know, I know…and you know that’s why she gave your group that massive homework assignment due tomorrow…I KNOW ALRIGHT! For a few moments her mind was silent, but then that little nagging voice had to get the last word, just saying–
“Gahhhh! I hate grading!” Rebecca yelled out to no one.
“Miss Smith are you still here grading?”
Jarring her out of her internal debate Rebecca looked down at the beeping PA announcer, and began another, Tell her you’re here, maybe she’ll ask for your help with some real science stuff…more like she’ll scold you for taking so long…no she’ll ask you to–ask you to grade more papers…no that’s not what–
“Quiet!” She screamed again to herself, before taking a deep breath and pushing the response button, “Yes Dr. Lee I’m still here.”
“Excellent! I need your help in the lab, please come down at your earliest convenience.”
“I’ll be down right away!” Rebecca said hastily as she grabbed her notebook and rushed to leave the room only to stop and look back at the stack of papers still sitting on the desk. You should probably finish those… “You’re right,” She sighed to the little voice of reason in her head and slumped back to the chair and picking up her green pen whirled her way through the remaining reports.
Walking down the hallway to the chemistry lab Rebecca was massaging her right palm of the inevitable hand cramp that she knew was coming after that fast and furious grading. But it’s ok because the Doc asked me for help! I can’t wait to see what I’m helping her with. She began to wring her hands in excitement as her steps picked up speed. The reason I’m in all her advanced classes is because I want to do what she did, Rebecca knew that Dr. Susan Lee was one of the youngest Ph.D. candidates in her field graduating at a mere twenty four years old. And then something had happened and her public image was pretty much crucified, but Rebecca had seen some of the notes and how the Doc talked about genetic mutation and was convinced by the fire in those same eyes. She has something to prove, I can feel it, Rebecca thought as she quickly turned the corner and came to the entrance to Dr. Lee’s lab. She wants to show them they were wrong, wants to prove to them that she belongs.
Rebecca could respect that, and it’s what helped drive her to her success, even if her clumsiness in the lab got in her way occasionally. As she rounded the last corner on and came to the door she found it locked as it usually was, and produced the key from her keychain to unlock the door. She remembered the Doc giving it to her and wondered then why she would need it, but nearly every time she had come down to drop off papers the door was locked tight and the lights off. As she unlocked the door with practiced ease, she saw that this time the lights were on, and standing over one of the lab benches, white coat over her shoulders and hair tied up as she often kept it was Dr. Susan Lee.
Placing her stuff down on a desk, Rebecca went over to put on a lab coat with familiarity just like any other lab day in class.
“You won’t be needing that Rebecca.” Dr. Lee called over her shoulder.
“I thought I was going to be helping you?”
“You are, but I’m already finished mixing up the stabilizing agent.” She said turning to face Rebecca. In her hand Rebecca could see the test tube she held looked like something right out of Frankenstein movie, fumes billowed off the top changing color even as she watched from a smoky yellow to a lime green. Which Rebecca found strange since the actual liquid was neither of those two colors, but she tore her eyes away from it, “So what is it you want me to do?”
“I need you to go over to my computer and tell me what the values are for the power output and any other parameter it lists.”
“All…right…” Rebecca said as she tried to keep the face she was about to make hidden from the Doc. What the hell is this ancient thing going to possibly tell her, Rebecca thought as she turned and strode across the room to the gigantic computer. For as large as it was, the screen was absolutely miniscule. Not only that its one of those black screens with the green lettering. God this thing’s an antique, you’d think the Doc would want something a little more advanced, at least in the 21st century.
Rebecca stopped in front of said computer screen and began to scan the information starting at the top. Alright let’s see…Female Mutagen Laser (F.M.L.) Process Parameters Test 005– “Wait a minute, what?!”
“Something wrong Rebecca?”
“No, no…just uh, trying to find the right parameters.”
“Just begin at the top and read off the numbers and equations to me.”
“Okay…” Rebecca said as she started to read off the various numbers and symbols that she didn’t even recognize but the Doc seemed to. What the hell is this stuff? There’s no way this computer could have done this calculation, it’s a hunk of junk!
“Rebecca would you pull out the keyboard and type in the following commands as I read them to you?”
“Uh sure thing, um, uh–”
“Oh, sorry, push the button above the disc drive, must have put the keyboard away.”
Looking around Rebecca found the button the doctor was talking about and pressed it. With a smooth *HUUMMM* Rebecca watched as a red laser shot out from above the monitor to display a full keyboard in red light on the desk in front of her. “What the hell?!”
“Something the matter Rebecca,” Dr. Lee asked looking up from her calculations and notebook, “Haven’t you ever seen a state of the art super computer before?”
“This thing?!”
“Do you see another computer?”
“Well no…” Rebecca said staring at the machine with new eyes, “but this thing?”
“I assure you that every bit of that monstrous machine is pure computing power.” Dr. Lee said as she looked back to her notes, “I have to have the school purchase containers of liquid nitrogen every week in order to cool the circuits.”
What the hell is going on here?! Rebecca thought as she looked at the screen and finally sat down at the desk and put her hands above the light keys on the desk. “Alright, ready Dr. Lee.” Rebecca said as she began to type in verbatim what Dr. Lee was saying to her.
When she was finished, Dr. Lee stood up and walked over to the back bookshelves and reaching to the back of one of the shelves she suddenly retracted her hand and looked over her shoulder at Rebecca. “I suppose it’s a little late to be asking this, but I can trust your secrecy on this right Rebecca? What I’m about to show you is my life’s work, and some people will be very…upset if someone else were to discover this first.”
Rebecca could hardly believe what was happening, but simply nodded, and watched as Dr. Lee reached back into the shelf and heard an audible *CLICK* echoed through the room as the two bookcases split down the middle. Dr. Lee reached into the gap and slid the two bookcases apart revealing a pristine white lab behind it’s confines. Stunned, Rebecca simply stared into the room, which was currently dominated by power cords, cables, gas canisters and what looked like a doomsday laser straight out of the ACME handbook.
“Rebecca, if you could lock the door and then hold SHIFT and hit ENTER on the keyboard that will transfer controls to this room and we can get started.” A short silence went by, before Dr. Lee turned around to see Rebecca staring zombie-like at the laser, “Rebecca!”
“Oh, uh, right sorry!” Rebecca said hastily hitting ENTER on the keyboard and hurriedly locking the door to the lab and rushing into the other room, the whirring of computer electronics and the script upon the screen that now read PARAMETERS ACCEPTED. BEGINNING POWER REDISTRIBUTION TO F.M.L. unseen or heard by either woman.
“Alright, now I have to do some tampering with the laser before the test, so just sit tight and we’ll be ready in no time.”
“I can handle that.” Rebecca said as she watched the doctor walk off towards the laser. Turning her own attention to the room around her, Rebecca saw what was most likely Dr. Lee’s desk and walked towards it her heart thumping loudly in her chest. I can’t believe it! I’m helping THE Dr. Susan Lee with some top secret project, she pinched herself a little to make sure she wasn’t dreaming. Too bad I doubt I can put any of this on my resume. As she approached the desk she saw notes and other papers strewn about its surface. Taking care not to disturb them too much, Rebecca picked and chose certain ones to focus on, that is until she spied what looked like small unwrapped chocolates. Taking a quick look over at the Doc she saw her busy working on the laser, well every girl loves chocolate I guess. I could certainly use some to calm my nerves right now, she thought taking one of the small mounds and popping it into her mouth.
“Rebecca, please don’t touch anything on my desk,” Dr. Lee said from her position in front of the laser, “I know it may not look organized, but everything has its place and I’d hate to misplace some of my notes now.”
Smacking her lips as she tried to chew the surprisingly sticky and bitter chocolate, Rebecca replied, “Sure, mmmph, thing Dr. Lee.”
Whirling around Dr. Lee’s face had sudden concern on it, “You didn’t eat anything over there did you?”
“Well, I was going to have another of these chocolates, but you can’t let these sit out like this–”
Shaking her head in exasperation she put a hand to her face to cover her eyes, “How many times do I have to tell you not to eat in a lab?”
“Look, I’m sorry, I just wanted to calm my nerves.” Rebecca said shrugging, “Besides it’s just candy.”
“That’s not just candy!” Dr. Lee replied, “As a matter of fact it’s not candy at all, but a prototype mutagenic carrier.”
All this was sounding a little scary to Rebecca, and although she was sure it was just her emotions and adrenaline kicking in, she was feeling incredibly hot. Almost like someone had wrapped her in a fuzzy coat without her knowledge, but no time to think about that. She said I just swallowed a MUTAGEN, “So…what did it carry exactly?”
“My also prototype super soldier serum.”
“So…um, what is going to happen to me? I’m not going to sprout extra arms or anything am I?”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Dr. Lee said as she suddenly put her finger up to her lips as her eyes lit up, “Although, it would be a good time to take notes on what happens to you since I haven’t done any human testing on this yet.”
“You’re going to use me as a guinea pig?!” Rebecca screamed closing her eyes as a wave of heat flowed over her body. It was getting harder to think and it wasn’t getting any easier since her feet had started to hurt. Damn knew I should have worn flip-flops today–
“Although it looks like the changes are already happening. I guess I’ll have to try and remember everything that happens.”
“What are you talking about–OWWWW!” Rebecca yelped as she felt her feet suddenly spring free into the cold air of the lab. Looking down in shock she saw that not only was she now barefoot, but her feet were easily twice as big as the demolished shoes that they were trampling.
“Fascinating! All the mice I tested first showed signs of growth in their chest region–”
“Wait you tested this on mice?”
“Of course, how else was I going to test a completely unstable compound?” Dr. Lee said putting her hands on her hips. “I mean surely I wasn’t going to test it on–”
*PING* *PING* *POP*
“Well that’s more along the lines of what I was expecting.”
“What the hell are you talking about!?” Rebecca said as she recoiled backwards from the near instantaneous explosion of flesh from beneath her blouse. Although she wasn’t lacking in that department prior, she certainly wasn’t expecting this, and for that matter neither was her jacket. While the doc had been talking buttons had flown everywhere as her now ill-fitting top tried vainly to contain the pendulous mounds confined within.
Staring down at the still slowly rising wall of flesh within her shirt she couldn’t believe what was happening. I mean it looks like I stole all the tits from the entire cheerleading squad and stuffed them into my own! “This is ridiculous! Doc you gotta give me the antidote before I bust out of my clothes!”
“You can’t just give someone the antidote to something like this.” Dr. Lee said waving her hands about, “I mean I would have to do complete DNA sequencing, not to mention a full blown–”
“DOC!” Rebecca said as another wave of heat burst through her. Using her hands she desperately tried to contain her now absurdly swollen tits within the confines of her shirt. I’ve already broken my bra, she thought as she felt it hang desperately off of her engorged nipple. Looking down at her impressive cleavage she still couldn’t believe what was happening to her. I liked this shirt too, she found herself thinking, as her hands grasped at the threads that remained from where it had torn open to make room for the swelling flesh. I mean, I do kinda like them, and it doesn’t at all feel unpleasant…actually the exact opposite. Gawwwwdddd it feels really good actually…Rebecca get a hold of yourself…mhhhmmmm why? It feels really good…Ya sure, but your tits are blowing up like balloons…MMMMMM I know–Stop and think for a second, what the hell is going to happen if you keep growing…The Doc will just give me the antidote–SHE JUST SAID IT DOESN’T EXIST!
Rebecca’s eyes snapped open just as that final thought passed through her head. “You mean I’m going to get even bigger?!”
“Oh I don’t know, maybe? The results varied pretty substantially. I mean some grew only a little like you are now–”
“You call this little?!” Rebecca said as she hefted her breasts in her hands. Although she was initially surprised at how light they felt despite their size, she didn’t have much time to ponder it before another wave of heat flooded her body.
This time with an audible moan she watched as the last vestiges of her jacket and blouse burst into shreds. Her bra that had been hanging loosely on a nipple flung itself from her chest like a survivor of the Titanic. Where before she might have been able to wrap her hands around her breasts, now as she looked on at the swelling flesh, I might be lucky if I can even reach a nipple.
“Well when compared to that yes.” Dr. Lee replied with a self-satisfied smirk. As much as I hate to admit it, seeing this first hand on a live human subject is fascinating to say the least. If only I could have had more time to prep the room for this experiment, why I could have given them all the information they desired. I could have prepared a question list, a rating scale seeing as the growth seems to be triggering something akin to the effects of an orgasm. She was practically wringing her hands with glee. But of course, she had to remind herself, I would have completed her gene sequencing to be able to administer the antigen.
Sighing softly she looked back up as Rebecca was now using her hands to tear at the last remaining threads of clothing that used to comprise her skirt. With another surge of growth it looked like her legs nearly doubled in size growing both longer and thicker. The spontaneous growth though, had thrown the young girl off balance, and with her new mountainous breasts she flailed her arms sporadically.
“Shit Doc I’m gonna fall!” Rebecca said as she grabbed onto the first thing that she could find to steady her.
“Rebecca don’t–” Too late was Dr. Lee’s reply as Rebecca’s hand grasped firmly on the lever that controller the power transfer to the F.M.L. Luckily it won’t fire until I give the command from the computer, but still I hate leaving this thing powered up especially when I have more tweaking that I have to–
“WARNING! PLEASE CLEAR THE TARGET ZONE OF ANY UNWANTED ITEMS. THE F.M.L WILL BE FIRING IN THREE–”
“Dammit Rebecca what have you done!?” Dr. Lee shouted as she turned back to face the laser just in time to see the coils of the machine glow bright green with the transferring energy. Turning her back on the machine she began to run as any sane person would out of the targeting zone. Try as she might though, her legs felt like lead, and for the first time in her life she thought that maybe those people in movies who were always running in slow motion away from an explosion were perhaps actually running that fast instead of Hollywood tricks. MOVE DAMMIT! I can’t get hit by this thing, I hardly know what it does! I just got the formula for the stabilizing agent today–The agent! She turned her head towards the table near Rebecca and saw that in the young girl’s flailing she had knocked the concoction out of the container its contents spilled across the floor.
She didn’t have much time to think much else as a flash erupted in her vision, almost like a white blink, and then it was gone. Patting herself down she found that she was unscathed physically, but that certainly didn’t mean much, especially as she felt the first wave of warmth engulf her body.
She found herself nearly doubling over from the pleasure of it all, and then all at once pain flushed through her chest. Clutching at her chest with her arms she found that there was certainly much more chest there then she had awoken with this morning. Not only that she could already feel the *SNAP* as her bra gave up it’s pointless struggle.
If Rebecca is any indication I won’t be able to wear any normal sized clothing any time soon, Dr. Lee found herself thinking. Although, maybe something different will happen. I mean expecting similar results from a completely different mechanism is far from coommmon… her thought trailed off as she the blush rise to her cheeks. The warmth was becoming more and more concentrated, and with a gasp she felt the remnants of her shirt explode outwards, shreds of cloth joining the various papers and notes strewn about the previously pristine lab.
My God these sensations are intense! Dr. Lee thought as it was all she could do to stop from reaching underneath her skirt to give herself the satisfaction she so desired. Rebecca handled this so much better, has it really been that long since I’ve had any–Stop, you’ve got other things to worry about Suuuuusan…Her thoughts trailed off as she gasped for breath at the last wave that went through her body. She felt the coolness of the lab breeze past her bare skinned lips and she shivered with pleasure from the feeling, especially since you’re not wearing that skirt anymore.
Looking down at her body, her hair long since having come undone from its bobby pin prison now hung about her shoulders, but did little to cover her enormous bosom. If she wasn’t already aware of her own pleasure, her erect nipples stood as a proud reminder of the hormones and adrenaline that was right now coursing through her body.
“Looking good Doc.”
Dr. Lee swung her head towards the equally voluptuous Rebecca who looked as though she had finally stopped growing. Well maybe equally is a bit strong of a word, Dr. Lee thought to herself as she stared at the young girl’s enormous chest, which easily dwarfed her own massive mounds.
“See something you like Doc?” Rebecca said with a playful laugh. “Not that I could hide any of it if I tried.”
“Well at least we seemed to have stopped,” Dr. Lee remarked as she began to walk over to stand next to Rebecca. Despite her best efforts, she found that her natural gait had been replaced from her normal speed walking to instead one that swung her hips from side to side. “And it seems like I’ll have to learn how to walk normal again.”
“I don’t know Doc,” Rebecca said, “looked pretty sexy to me.”
“Well I don’t think there’ll be many who find me sexy anymore.”
“Are you serious!?” Rebecca said hefting her breasts. “I know plenty of guys who would kill to play with these bouncy houses.”
Putting her hands on her hips Dr. Lee looked at Rebecca confused, “A few minutes ago you were begging me for an antidote.”
“Ya, and then I stopped growing and didn’t explode.” Rebecca said shrugging. Then gesturing at Dr. Lee, “Besides Doc, as tall as you are and with a body like that you could totally put the modeling business out of business.”
The last comment brought a small smile to Dr. Lee’s face and sighing she reached over to the bench Rebecca was leaning against, “I suppose you’re right, Rebecca. Although I doubt many other women would be able to wear what I modeled,” then looking up at Rebecca, “I don’t think ‘Plus Size’ really means girls like us.”
“That’s the spirit Doc!” Rebecca said with a laugh.
“Please call me Susan,” Susan said as she shoved aside some papers on the desk to reveal a small red button, which she pushed. “We’re going to be seeing a whole lot more of each other. Especially since I’ll need to reverse these effects.”
“Aww I was kinda hoping to eat another–”
“No!” Susan said as a mother would to her child who just got caught doing something they had already been told not to do. “That’s the last thing the extraction team is going to need to deal with.”
“Extraction team?” Rebecca said confused.
“Ya, I just phoned them in,” Susan said as she sat on one of the few empty benches in the room. “Response time is about five minutes, and it’ll be enough of a shock to see an eight foot tall Brazilian, and a pair of breasts that would look more at home as weather balloons.”
Rebecca simply shrugged and said, “Alright, fair enough. But I have to ask: Who is it that you’re working for exactly?”
Sighing Susan shook her head, “Who else? The government.”
The end
Words by Ragnarok385 2013
Original Story by Ready Art 2003