The phone rang, its ring the exact irritating sound one hates when brought awake by it. A slender feminine hand reached up and grasped it desperately jerking the phone from its cradle.
"...Hello.?" Tina answered, her eyes still closed and her head aching like no tomorrow.
"TINA?! Where the hell are you?!" Shouted back a reply to the young woman who lay still on the same couch as last night or so Tina thought. The voice was recognizable, it belong to Jack, her overbearing, insensitive manager at work.
"Jack?" Her voice still laced with sleep," Why are you calling me on a Saturday morning?" It was a reasonable question Tina thought, apparently her superior didn't.
The voice on the other end launched into a string of explicatives followed by," Saturday morning?! Its Monday morning and you ARE LATE! " Before Tina had a chance to say anything else," AND if you're not in here within thirty minutes, don't bother showing up at all!" Which ended with a nice loud "click" of Jack hanging up.
Tina placed the phone back and leaned back onto the couch, dazed by the phone call to say the least. Her eyes gazed at the blurry vision of the ceiling and she said aloud, "Monday?" She shook her head and took in her situation. It was then she realized at some point last night her sweatshirt had come off, leaving her asleep only in her panties on her couch. The rays of the sun coming through her window warmed her bare skin and Tina's face suddenly went crimson, as anyone crossing the sidewalk in front of her house could look directly into her living room. A few fumbling seconds later and Tina had her sweatshirt jerked down securely over her head. With that embarrassment and the hope no one had come by that morning and looked in, she took her glasses from the table beside her and placed them back into that invisible groove she was sure they had made over the years.
"Monday?" She shook her head again, wondering if Jack had gotten blasted the night before and was still drunk this morning. Tina paused and yawned, thinking back to the night before and a slight tinge of red returned to her face. She shook her head,"Can't believe I did that, right here..." Though, while in her memory for some reason she recalled it being quite vivid of her imagination that the size of her chest had increased incredibly. She glance down quickly only to see her sweatshirt hanging limply without any incumbering breasts. She sighed and stood up, only to become washed with an intense headache.
"Ugh.." She fell back onto the couch holding her head in hands. "I don't remember drinking anything." She glanced at the ice cream carton, its remains now melted and lukewarm," Never heard of alcohol flavored ice cream either." Accepting the headache, Tina went about cleaning up the mess the ice cream had left and hastily flipping the stained cushion on her couch over to be attacked at a later date. It wasn't until she walked into her bedroom where her watched lay did she literally freak out.
The Omni watch had been a present of her parents at college graduation, it kept perfect time and even had a small date box in the lower part of the face. It read the 12th. Tina did a double take," But yesterday was the 9th." Then, she shouted in dismay realizing that somehow she'd slept through all of Saturday and all of Sunday. In reaction, her mind was flooded with pain as the headache didn't seem to appreciate the loud noise. In a flurry of soap, water, and shampoo, Tina showered and in equally fast time was dressed and on her way to work; puzzled and very, very, confused. TIME: 10:45 am. PLACE: Mindset Biological conference room A.
Tom Herring smiled like a wolf over the dark cherry wood table at the two very unsatisfied federal investigators.
"So you see, gentlemen, we, here at Mindset Biological, are only interested in doing things positive and beneficial to you and the general public. Why," he leaned back in his chair appearing quite the victor," we wouldn't dare research or develop anything harmful or unethical." The two men from Washington knew it was a lie. Tom Herring knew it was a lie, but they both knew there was nothing to prove it wasn't. Unknown to the two federals, an entire storage tank of evidence had been dumped recently from an altitude of some 10,000 approximate feet to disperse into the air. Tom Herring, a Vice-President of Mindset Biological, was very pleased with the turn of events. Not only was all the research data salvaged and now kept safely in the underground facility at the Headquarters that the agents had no idea of, but he was given the chance to make fools of the men from the Department of Ethics, who despite the simple name, held quite a vast jurisdiction on many things. Chances such as this to make them out as idiots were far and few between, Tom had a security camera filming it all.
One agent grumbled, stood and spoke," Well, Mr. Herring, I apologize for any disruption our investigation may have caused you and your company."
Tom stood and took the agent's hand, "No problem at all." The agent glared, nodded to his partner and departed through the conference room's door. Tom grinned and sat back down in his seat. A few seconds later, Tom's secretary entered the room; a rather buxom woman who's attire did nothing to hide the fact. She was the perfect secretary, capable of typing over 120 words a minute and arranging all things necessary as her job required. She was also the product of Mindset Biological's Reprogramming Division. Before this job, she had been a young hopeful job hunter who had come to the wrong company to inquire about an opening to the wrong man at that.
Tom smiled thinking back to that day and how the woman had smiled upon hearing his words that she had the job; then only if she would follow him downstairs to take the mandatory drug test. He chuckled and wondered how many hours of pleasure had come at the cost of the twenty-minute interview.
"Clara, please take a memo for the research and development team. Have them send out a field team to the approximate area of.." Tom paused, he wanted to give this project he had suddenly thought up a good name. He couldn't stand projects with bad names. "..Project Green Haze. Have them begin monitoring the area for any effects of TI-35, if we can find any candidates there, it'll save us time and money getting our own." Tom never did like the procedure of having to pay for volunteers for the testing. He wish he could kidnap them all, but since the D.E.(dept'o'ethics), had heighten their monitoring of the company's financing, it was something he had to do. He glanced at Clara, eyeing the two mounds of flesh that were struggling to break from the woman's business top and quickly decided that he was due for a coffee break. TIME: 12:30pm PLACE: Tina's Work.
Her stomach rumbled loudly and Tina was forced to agree, she was definitely hungry, ravenous it almost felt. She finally paused in her work, which she had been sweating over ever since coming in under the harsh curses of Jack, her supervisor. Though, from the moment she had realized that today was indeed Monday to the current time, the question of what had happened to her had remained in its own little niche in the back of her mind. Now that she had completed a reasonable amount of the work that had been called for, she leaned forward on her desk, chin in hand, thinking and trying to ignore her stomach.
"Was the ice cream drugged? Did someone drug me? Who? What did they do to me if they did?' She thought worriedly thinking of how long she had lain there on her couch nude all but for her underwear. Her stomach growled again and sighed, Jack had made it clear that she was to work through lunch to make up for being tardy. He had sneered at her and then at the last second tacked on to his threat that there was a department meeting that afternoon as well and she was expected to the work she had planned to do on Saturday and Sunday done in time. She had managed to finish most of it and now, glancing at her computer's clock realized it was time to go to the conference room. In fact, her heartbeat began to race yet again as she realized she was five minutes late.
'That's what I get for day dreaming...' She grumbled, grabbing the stack of work she'd completed to her chest and rushing through the virtual city of cubicles. Reaching the room, she blanched inside, seeing everyone was already seated. Jack glared at her. Veronica smirked, making an obvious scan of Tina's clothing. The others, two other women who were already mentally knocked to the ground by comments of Veronica's earlier and four other men, all who were busy eyeing Veronica's visible bust line.
"Since you're late, Veronica is going to give us her project plan first, Tina. So take a seat and shut up," Jack barked at her. Tina sighed, dropped her work onto the table and slumped into a seat. Veronica smiled at Jack, who seemed to drool at such an inclination, and took her place up in the front next to the projector. Tapping the light controls adjoining to the projector, the lights dimmed and the projector came to life, flashing Veronica's work up against the wall. By accident or not, Tina thought the latter, part of the projected worksheet was blacked out by a familiar outline, Veronica's chest. The blonde giggled softly and stepped back, much to the males in the room's disappointment.
"Sorry about that, not all of us are lucky as Tina and don't have to worry about what and where..." She coughed, made a visible glance downward at her chest, then back at Tina and smirked. The men of the room glanced at Tina, laughed, and returned their stares back to Veronica. As Veronica set into her plan, which was composed mostly of stolen ideas from coworkers, Tina slumped down in her seat.
"What did I do to her?!" She thought silently, painfully,' I haven't even seen her today...' She had to pause for a moment to hold back tears that would most certainly collect on her glasses and blind her for the rest of the hour. She inhaled, then exhaled, slowly, feeling something rise in her for the first time in her entire life, anger. "If I had a chest like hers and bigger, I'd put her in her place. " Her fist clenched around a pencil she'd absent mindedly had carried in with her and an audible snap was followed by two separate pencil pieces falling to the carpeted office floor. Unbeknownst to Tina, to the men in the room who's eyes were focused on at least some part of Veronica, and to the women who's eyes were concentrated on the table's surface still hurting from insults from the buxom blonde of earlier, a soft iridescent green glow began to seep from the corners of Tina's eyes. Tina's thoughts continued to become more and more hostile, where at a point she was ready to pound the table in frustration when..
"Tina?!" Jack's voice startled and pulled her from her rage built trance. She blinked and felt it all suddenly drain away. She felt exhausted, not to mention her stomach growled almost painfully as she turned to her superior. " Get up there, we don't have all day!" Across from her in the dim lighted room, she noticed Veronica slipping back into her seat, a smug expression across her face. If her plan hadn't garnered the approval of Jack, her bust sure had.
Tina scooped up her slides and coversheets and stood up, feeling as if the sudden attention was pulling at her forward like some newly introduced weight. A soft sigh of the inescapable slipped over her lips, as she approached the projector and set her first proposal of the plan on the projector's face. Glancing to the wall, she realized something large was blocking the screen.
'Great, I screw up by blocking the projector with my papers.' She thought, while fighting the impulse just to shrink to the size of a mouse and flee out the door. She glanced down to push the offending notebook or paper out of the way; instead finding her vision was blocked by two immense mounds bulging from her shirt. She gasped and in the same motion brought both hands to her chest trying to dispel the illusion before her. Her hands came into contact with soft, but firm breasts, instinctively squeezing each inward. A second gasp followed as both proved to be quite sensitive, in the process, the maneuvered breasts placed too much strain on the button down blouse. The first button shot off ricocheting off the projector and bouncing back against Tina's waist. The second button shot directly to the floor and rolled out under the door of the conference room. The third button streaked away and upon the table, rolling down the length of the expensive wood and circling to a stop at Jack's notebook.
It was while Tina's eyes followed the last button that she suddenly realized that Jack's mouth hung open, slack, his eyes pinned upon her chest. For the fact, all the men in the room were gaping at her, as well as the women. In particularly Veronica, who broke the spell of the moment, " WHAT THE HELL?!" She screamed nasally, startling Tina who backed up against the wall, blinded now by the projector. As she impacted the wall, her shirt, devoid of most of its support, split open allowing her two soccer ball sized breast to spill out into all visibility. The sudden air made her nipples painfully erect, two points jutting out more than half an inch off her skin. Twin shots of electricity mixed with pleasure flooded from the apexes of both nipples came together in the center of her chest and shot down her spine to a quickly moistening triangle of brown hair.
Tina wasn't sure what finally made her react, but in a cry of embarrassment she crossed her arms across her chest in a vain attempt to cover and darted from the room. Everything blurred except her frantic run down the hallways to the nearest bathroom. The cries of exclamation she heard spurred her to run faster and harder, her chest free of any bra, bounced painfully and the contact her hands and arms made upon either breast only resulted in a torturous pleasure that almost seemed to want to take over her senses.
It wasn't until she felt the cold sterile light of the bathroom's fixtures freezing her skin that Tina stopped. Her hands went to the sides of a sink for support, as her legs seemed on the verge of collapsing. Her head was dizzy as if she had not fed herself in days; the whole world seemed to be about to collapse upon her. Her eyes trailed from the drain in the sink up to the mirror, her eyes coming in contact with those in her reflection. Tears blurred the image, as she had fought so valiantly to stop earlier. Tina sighed and managed to tear the glasses off in one hasty swipe and returned her gaze back to the mirror. The vision before her was still blurred and more tears crept from her eyes as she wished for once she could see like everyone else. Had she had had the perfect vision she wished for already, she would have seen the glow of her eyes in the mirror. Instead, slowly, everything cleared and Tina stared amaze as she saw perfectly for the first time in her life since junior high.
If this miracle alone had been the sole miracle of the day, she might have stopped and wondered how such had happened, but it wasn't. For as her vision had cleared, she now saw as she already felt, the two pendulous fleshly masses that hung from her chest. They were unnaturally firm and framed well by her blouse, which still clung together by the bottom three buttons.
"How...?" Her mind flashed back to her fantasy on her couch and she began to wonder how much of that had been fantasy and how much reality. A thin film of sweat glistened upon the rise and curves of the breasts from the effort of Tina's to reach the privacy of the bathroom adding a hypnotic effect. Once again, as her nausea was pressed into the back of her mind by her shock of her new endowments as well as vision, her hands trembling found their way back to the flesh of her chest. She shuddered and slumped slightly forward at the resulting pleasure that resulted. Minds all their own, the hands began to squeeze and caress and soft moans began to escape her mouth. The pleasure grew as an unknown amount of time passed, as well as the dampness of her panties. Thus, she started when the all too familiar voice of her supervisor came from behind her.
"Tina...the others sent me in to find out how you.." His voice, usually filled with anger or hate towards her, now held some aspect of awe and hunger. " God, where did you get tits like that?" Tina looked up and saw in the mirror her boss had slipped into the room unnoticed and now stood behind her. Yet, her face flushed as she realized she hadn't the willpower to stop her hands from continuing their admiration of her breasts. She did manage how ever to speak, " Please...please..go.." She spoke softly, pleadingly, but instead of she felt Jack press up behind her. She began to pant, sweat beading on her forehead as heat began to rise from her chest as well as her lower sex, as well as her humiliation of the situation. She opened her mouth to beg once again for the man to leave, but instead of words a sharp, loud groan emerged, as a new pair of hands grasped her chest.
They squeezed rougher than her own, caressed without her soft touch, and pinched at her nipples. The pleasure was incredibly, it flooded her body and her mind. In her ear, she heard her supervisor whisper harshly, " I love big titted women, Tina. I love your tits, I want nothing more than to screw you here and now." Romeo, he wasn't. Poet of Shakespearean standards, certainly not, yet for the first time in her life she was being manipulated by someone else, and the pleasure was more than intense, it controlled her. She spoke almost mindlessly,
"I love my big titties too..god...fuck me, Jack..fuck me!" Her voice cracked as it reached a pitch unknown before spurred by feelings she'd never felt before. Jack being the good manager he was, complied. Tina, what awareness she still held, felt one hand leave her chest and grab the hem of her skirt, pulling it roughly up to her waist. For a second, the man paused; amazed as he realized the woman he had seen as nothing more than a nerdy reject devoid of any physical attractions, at the pair of legs he unveiled. But, he was too hungry for something else to simply stand and admire as the same hand then grasped the elastic band of her panties and jerked back, snapping the undergarment painfully from around her waist.
In Tina's mind's eye, she saw herself, just like the lusty goddesses of the films she dared to watch every now and then back home on her couch, while others went out on dates, leading real lives. The idea seemed to increase the amount of pleasure that Jack's remaining hand, as well as hers, sought to produce from her. Instinctively, she slid her ass out spreading her legs in the process. Jack wasted no time and his pants fell to a resting spot around his ankles. It wasn't gentle, it wasn't smooth, and nowhere near romantic, as he shoved himself into Tina with no thought that she was a virgin.
What pain there should have been, might have been, and was forgotten in the split second it took for the torrent of newly discovered pleasure to flood forth from her vaginal walls. Her moans began to escalate as Jack began to pump himself harder in an animalistic fashion, serving only his needs. The scene so often she had seen in movies late at night was complete, as she became the wanton star of such, as years of sexual frustration melted away in the instant of orgasm, that second she felt Jack cum inside her, the final and last barrier to toss aside her virgin body.
The climax was akin to a lightning strike almost pulling her to a rigid posture in response. Most of the floor paused to stare in the direction of the bathroom, as a woman's scream broke free of sound dampening walls, a sign of intensity maybe beyond even their understandings.
Tina slumped to the floor all her energy sapped. Her eyes stared forward with a dreamy glazed look as she then slipped onto her back, as if a puppeteer had cut her free of his controlling strings. She could feel herself losing a grasp on consciousness, but at the same time, she felt Jack settle down across her chest. Her grasp on consciousness slipped further as she saw her supervisor place his still hard member between her massive breasts, then taking the those in both hands begin to run his dick back and forth among their flesh. The last thing she remembered was Jack grunting and a warm syrupy substance landing across her face, neck, and upper chest... TIME: 6:27 pm PLACE: Memorial Hospital.
Tina opened her eyes, gradually, flinching as bright light above went about blinding her. She then noticed three things. First, there was an immense ache coming from her vagina. Second, she was nude except a crude gown thrown across her. Third, she was in bed. In fact, as she leaned up, she realized she was in a hospital. "How did I get here?' She thought weakly and her hand went out to the bedside table out of habit and successfully found her glasses. It didn't occur to her that she had been staring at everything with perfect vision as she placed them back into their usual spot. It was also at this time she realized an IV was threaded into her vein upon the back of her hand. It was attached in kind to a half empty bag of clear liquid. Two other bags of the same type except devoid of any liquid hung on adjoining racks. She made no sense of it. She lay back in her bed trying to remember where she'd been last. "The last thing I remember,' she thought,' was standing up to give my presentation.' She sighed and shook her head. Her chest before her, like every other time she'd ever awaken in her life, was flat as a board. "At least,' she added,' I'm not still starving.'
Then, as if all she had just done had taken up any energy she had built back up in her slumber had been used, her eyelids became heavy and Tina slept back into sleep yet again. TIME: 7:00pm PLACE: Mindset Biological
Tom sipped the last of his coffee and placed some documents into his briefcase, when another top-heavy secretary knocked and entered his office. She was Helga, a former ballerina for the Russian National Dance Company, and a woman who for lack of upper body attributes had made him obsessed in possessing her for her looks. Again, the Reprogramming department had done a wonderful job.
"Sir?"
Tom snapped shut his briefcase, then replied. "Yes, Helga?"
"Mr. Anderson of Requisitions wanted me to notify you that a woman was admitted to Memorial Hospital inside the designated area of Green Haze. That she fits the prescribed characteristics to become a candidate and asks for permission to begin clean up of anything that might cause complications."
Tom smiled as his day was most certainly going down as one to remember. This would also look good when the President of Mindset Biological looked to raise some of the V.P.'s raises. Shrugging on his jacket from its hanger, he turned off the lights to office. Then almost as if an after thought turned to Helga, who had remained patiently in one spot awaiting an answer.
"Tell Mr. Anderson that he has the green light."