DISCLAIMER: Blah, blah. If you know you shouldn't read this, then don't.
Author's note: If folks think this has any decency, I'll consider continuing. Apologizin' in advance fer the work. ;)
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TIME: 4:50 pm Location: Work
Tina sighed. It was Friday once again and once again tonight was going to be like every other night of her adult life; a couch, a quart of ice cream, and the TV, for company. Actually, there had been that one night during high school where she had had a date. That is, until he went up her shirt and came down with several wads of toilet paper. It didn't pay to be flat as a board in the dating game, she thought.
She glanced up from her desk to catch her reflection in the turned off monitor. Her eyes, hidden behind glasses thicker than most soft drink bottle bottoms, were large and brown. Once, before her vision died during junior high, a boy had told her she had pretty eyes. Then, the next year her eyesight began to slide and hopefully it had finally ended several years ago. Of course, that had been the last time she heard from that boy. Her hair was a darker, deeper shade of brown, the kind that most models sported down to their waists in luxuriant tresses. She had it bound back in a thick braid entirely destroying its attractiveness. If she had known this was the effect, undoubtedly she would have undone the braid, but unfortunately she didn't. Her chest, she felt, was concave if that was possible. On her 12th birthday she had received a training bra, it had never seen service yet in her lifetime. She sighed again, glancing away from the monitor.
" Isn't that the same blouse you wore last week?" The voice was at once snotty and condescending at the same time and it belonged to Victoria Hamilton. The blond leaned over the top of Tina's cubicle wall gazing down in distaste giving an ample view of cleavage in the process. Victoria made it a practice to lean over the cubicle walls of two people; the first any man in a higher position than herself and two, any woman with a flatter chest than herself. The latter category pretty much included all the women in the office, she was a goddess and she knew it.
Tina picked at her plain white blouse and gazed down at her desk.
"Yes...yes..." She stuttered," I suppose it is." She wanted to shrivel up and die.
Victoria turned her brilliant blue eyes down and up the form of Tina, making a soft sniff. " You know, the other day it was all windy out and for a second there I thought there was something actually inside that shirt of yours. " She laughed through her nose.
Tina in turned chuckled half heartedly hiding a sigh in the process.
"Yes...that would be funny..."
" Well then," Victoria ran a hand through her hair. " I must be going, I have a date tonight." She said it matter a factly and disappeared down the hall. Tina wished that some how, some way, a piece of an airplane overhead would rip off and land on Victoria on the way to the parking lot.
Making sure that Victoria didn't lie in wait somewhere down the hall to insult her again, Tina grabbed her briefcase and headed out to the parking lot herself. It was a lonely walk down through hallways where no one bothered to say hi or ask about her plans for the weekend. It was all part of her daily routine.
TIME: 4:52 pm Location: Onboard Mindset Biological airborne lab.
The hum of the 757's engines were faint inside the lab, the voices arguing were easily overriding it.
"Damn it, Tom, the Government Department of Ethics is on to us! They're waiting at for us to land so they can toss us in jail!" The man shouting was short, round, and extremely sweaty. He was Yoshi Hiroto, one of the most brilliant genetic scientist in the world and the prized employee of Mindset Biological. The man taking the flack stood across from him in an expensive suit. He was Tom Herring, Vice President in charge of R & D, at Mindset Biological.
Placing his hands on the table between him and Yoshi, Tom spoke,
" Now, now, tell me, did you complete the work on T.I.-35 ?"
Yoshi waved his arms," Yes..." He gestured at a tank behind him filled with a brilliant green goo. "Plenty of its ready, ready to be the perfect evidence in sending us to prison!"
Tom, instead, thoughtfully scratched his chin.
"Transmit the work back to the headquarters in Nevada. Then.."
Yoshi interjected,"Oh, so I can take the fall and you get the information you want?!"
Tom sighed and thought,' For a genius, he sure is slow.'. Then out loud," Yoshi, we eject the vat we have prepared here and there's nothing to convict us of." He smiled reassuringly, much like the best-prepared lawyer he had been in a former occupation.
Yoshi blinked, then responded,
" What if it lands on someone or something?"
Tom shrugged," Like they could pin us."
Thus, two minutes later from a height of two miles above the earth an opening in the belly of the plane slid open and out poured TI-35 into an emerald rain. It descended through the air, breaking up from its original mass into smaller and smaller globs of goo. By the time it began hitting the ground below, it was spread out over an area roughly of two square miles. It would fall upon a surprisingly low number of unsuspecting people, who would then come to experience drastic changes in their lives. What now proceeds is but one of the several stories...
TIME: 4:55pm Location: Outside work in the Parking lot.
Tina fumbled with her keys beside her beat up rusted Honda. Innocently, a quarter size amount of bright green substance came to a splattering end on the back of her neck.
"Ugh!" She exclaimed and immediately wiped at the back of her neck. Glancing at the substance on her fingers, " Great...just great. I can thank a bird with a full bladder for adding the crowning achievement to an otherwise super day." She wiped her fingers on the hem of her bland black skirt, not noticing that the goo had dissolved and entered her bloodstream through her fingers and the back of her neck.
TIME: 8:52 pm Location: Home.
"And with one easy application you can just wipe away those stains!" The TV blared at Tina, who sat dressed in an oversized sweatshirt and a quart of chocolate ice cream in hand. So far tonight, she thought, everything was going just as planned; dull and routine. She sighed with the skill of someone accustomed to sighing a lot, that is, being able to give many different sighs varying degrees of boredom and depression.
Tina stuck her tongue out at the television, "No stains here to remove." Taking the remote control, she began to scan through the various channels.
"Now look here, Andy..." CLICK!
" A low pressure front is moving in through the..." CLICK!
" Erkel don't you dare do tha.." Click!
"Oh...." Tina blinked. Two women on the screen before her were entwined in one hot sweating mass of flesh. It was one of the movie channels, which she rarely watched, yet paid for month after month. A loud groan filled the room and Tina swallowed, captivated by the scene before her. Tina wasn't a lesbian, but having been devoid of any sexual contact with anyone, the act before her was more than enough to make her heart begin to beat a tad faster.
"I shouldn't watch this filth..." She said softly to herself and her finger trembled over the remote's button. Her mind, however, was racing ahead of her. Wondering what it would be like if someone touched her like that. If someone did THAT to her, she swallowed, "It would be interesting..' Without a thought set the remote down on the table in front of her. Her chest seemed to painfully tighten and the small nubs that were her nipples hardened uncomfortably.
She sent her tongue tip across her lips and exhaled deeply, her hand slowly reaching to her chest rubbed the tips of her nipples slowly through the sweatshirt, the other began to slowly rub the pleasurable spot between her legs. Tina wasn't a stranger to masturbation; it was something she learned after night after night of sexual frustration. Gazing at the heavily endowed women on the screen she closed her eyes imaging her own pitiful body with such breasts.
The image came easily. "Mmm.." The whimper escaped her lips, as her imagination seemed to go on overdrive. " It's almost real...' She thought to herself as she continued seeing herself in her mind. At the same time, a soft ethereal green glow began to radiate out from her clenched eyes as something within her began to respond to her desires. Her hand slipped inside the elastic waistline of her panties as she began to increase the rhythm. Then, the phone rang.
"Geezus..." She growled," I can't get a break at all!" Her hand found the phone and snared it against her ear. "Yes?!" She screamed into the receiver.
A pleasant masculine voice replied," Hello, Ma'am. I hope I'm not inconviencing you, but would you be interesting in learning more about C&T Bell's long distance plan?"
Tina answered," Yes." Then slammed the phone down into its cradle feeling somewhat better. Sighing, she glanced at the television and realized the two women were now replaced with a role of credits. Then to make things better yet, she noticed that the ice cream container had leaked upon her carpet. " Well, there's a stain." She grumbled and stood to her feet. A draft of cool air breezed across her upper thighs, unusual since the sweatshirt reached her knees...or it had. She glanced down to see what the problem was and was hindered by the problem.
She gasped and fumbled back onto the couch. " I have breasts?!" Her hands flew to her chest disbelieving her eyes; they squeezed the mounds of flesh. Electricity shot through her system, extending out to the ends of her nipples down to her clit, a storm of pleasure. She panted," Not..only do I have breasts..damn sensitive.." Her hands continued to massage and grope through the sweatshirt extending and heightening the intense pleasure. Sweat began to bead upon her forehead as her breaths became harder and quicker. She had never felt anything like this in all her adult life. Her eyes closed, she groaned out loud and shoved her hands up inside the shirt only to scream as flesh met flesh and the pleasure intensified yet again. Her lips moved slowly, unable to concentrate on forming words, while her mind sped through fantasies.
She saw herself standing before a mirror, her chest now easily a d-cup looking almost perfect on her form. She imagined hands other than her own squeezing and massaging them. The fingers pinching and twisting the nipples off and on and she thought of one of the women in the movie. "Bigger..' She thought. It would have been hard for Tina to describe what exactly it felt like. Her body was already aflame with the passions of denied pleasures, yet the flesh of her breasts began to radiate a warmth that seemed would cause her sweatshirt to burst into flames. Then the flesh pushed out, spreading her fingers apart. The pull of her mams increased, eliciting more pleasure from their added weight and fullness. She cried out as she reached one of the few pleasurable things in her life. The orgasm ripped through her system and left her panting for breath upon the couch.
As it faded, she began to become aware of something other than her chest. She glanced down her body, feeling her panties soaked in her cum, as well the couch beneath her. She giggled softly, "Mmm..one more stain.." Then, exhaustion set in and sleep quickly over took her.