"I hated that flavor, anyways." He grumbled and stood up, finally realizing that his partner, Craig Morgan gawking at him from the doorway to his office. Mark ran a hand through his just barely long blond hair that often fell to block his blue eyes. " Might want to go to requisitions and ask for a new computer."
Craig shook his head, his features the dark likes of the Arab people. His father had been half Italian, his mother from Saudi Arabia. Thus, his hair was pitch black with slight curl, while his eyes were coal. " You know, Mark, they are offering those anger management classes now." Mark rolled his eyes as Craig then continued," Marta just said that we've a candidate for Green Haze."
Mark glanced up at this information," Already? " The Mindset Biological employee sighed," I was planning on taking that trip this weekend."
"What? To those battlefields?" Craig shot back immediately, a hint of amusement and ridicule in his voice. Craig had ever since hearing about one of Mark's passions; found most of them rather dry. Craig had been actively recruited from college and trained into the role of an agent of Mindset Biological, he was what they termed, "Model Material" or as stamped in his file, simply "MM". On the other hand, Mark was a former FBI agent, having reluctantly taken the job at Mindset Biological after suffering bouts of depression and alcoholism when his superior at the FBI was caught breaching about half of the creed they had all taken. It also brought attention to a lot of Mark's peers, who themselves were found to be doing wrongful deeds and ended up in the complete dismissal of almost an entire department within the Bureau.
Mark, disenfranchised with the ideas that had sent him to receive his special agent badge, had retired after pressure from the internal affairs division that he was guilty by association. The headhunter for Mindset Bio had come upon Mark as he had spent his last dollar on a bottle of cheap gin. The company had thought they had taken a man who could have been a star and possible future director of the FBI and was in prime shape to mold to their own devices. They had succeeded to an extent, not knowing that there yet remained a part of him they had not crushed and at times, he even rarely knew about.
"Yes..." Mark said, distantly, realizing he had made a mistake ever telling Craig about the fascination of his since childhood. He should have said something towards the end of visiting one of the companies owned and operated 'houses'. Not that he hadn't visited such in the past, but it was something that was more agreeable to Craig as a choice pastime. " So who is the poor sap?"
"A woman, the name is Tina Strucker."
TIME: 8:20 am, the 13th. PLACE: Memorial Hospital.
Tina sat upright in the hospital bed licking the final speck of chocolate pudding from her spoon. The television mounted on the wall was silent, a result of muting earlier and then the mute button on the remote control falling off. The nurses had been kind to Tina and kept her supplied with a generous amount of magazines, albeit a month or two old.
"Miss Strucker," followed by a knock on the open door, announced a tall dark African woman dressed in the doctor's white coat. She smiled at Tina and walked in, a clipboard in hand. "Hi, I'm Doctor Whyte, I treated you last night..."
Tina smiled and nodded," Thank you, doctor, but to be honest, I'm not sure why I'm here?" Her brown eyes struck an almost lost expression. Dr.Whyte nodded and then glanced down at her clipboard again.
"Well, Miss Strucker, that's why I'm here. You see...you were submitted under some rather.." Her voice took an odd tone," circumstances."
" Circumstances?" Tina shook her head slowly," What circumstances?" Her voice was wary, her eyes glanced back and forth as if expecting someone to enter with a camera. Dr. Whyte cleared her throat and replied,
"Yesterday afternoon, your supervisor a Mr.Bennin,"
"Jack.."
"Yes, a Jack Bennin called for an ambulance for you. When they arrived, they found you passed out unconscious in your company's bathroom floor."
"Unconscious?" The doctor nodded and continued,
"When you arrived here, I was working the emergency. You were suffering from severe dehydration and severe malnourishment."
" I was feeling rather hungry all morning.."
The doctor interjected," but that isn't why I'm here now."
"Its not?"
Whyte's faced changed to something of a mix between puzzlement and outright astonishment, "No...actually," The doctor cleared her throat again. " When you arrived in the emergency room, your breasts were..." She paused as if searching for the right adjective."...grossly oversized."
Tina's face went deadpan," Oversized?" She shook her head," How do you mean oversized?" Tina's eyes glanced down to her chest, seeing the same flatness that had existed all of her life.
"Yes, I'd say you wouldn't have fit into any of the conventional bra sizes."
Tina shook her head and raised her hands to her chest," Doctor Whyte, you CAN'T be serious, I mean...look at me!"
Whyte raised her hand," Yes, well Miss Stucker, women having augmented breasts aren't a common thing around here, but they're not rare either. That's what we all believed was the situation with you. Then over the series of hours that you were being supplemented with fluids your breast size dramatically decreased."
"Decreased." Tina leaned forward to make a visible act of searching for hidden cameras. "You have to be joking, Doctor." Her eyes began to squint softly as she realized she must be once again a victim of some joke about her chest. 'My sole purpose in this life is to be hurt, isn't it?' she thought to herself, fighting more valiantly to hold in tears. The doctor seemed to realize something was affecting her patient and opened her mouth to say something when a nurse poked her head through the door,
"Doctor Whyte, there are two men here to see you. They say they're from the patient's insurance company." Whyte, nodded to the nurse and stood up. Clutching the clipboard to her chest, as if it was her only stake in the reality of the situation she spoke to Tina,
" I ran some blood tests..I'll tell you what I found after I speak to these men." She turned and exited, leaving Tina with her own mouth open as she was about to tell the doctor she had already spoken with her insurance agency.
"They're in the conference room, Dr.Whyte." The nurse said and turned back to her desk and daily duties. Sarah Whyte sighed; she hated dealing with insurance agents. The door to the conference room was open and Dr.Ferraro exited as she entered. His eyes fell upon her and he smiled smugly as if possessing a secret. She shrugged; he was often smug about a good many a thing.
Inside the room standing at the end of the table were two men dressed in exquisite expensive looking suits. One continued to wear a pair of sunglasses, though the last time Sarah had checked it was overcast. The other, a dark looking man, smiled at her and gestured towards the seat that Dr.Ferraro had just vacated.
"Dr. Whyte, please," he said silkily. She eyed him and placed her clipboard on the chestnut conference table and spoke,
"I'd prefer to stand." The man shrugged and smiled.
"I'm Tom Jackson and that is my associate, Dennis Muyer," he nodded to the other man. Dr. Whyte, as you know, you're treating a client of ours, a Miss Strucker." Sara nodded, but remained silent. " As it is, Miss Strucker has a condition that we'd like for you to remain silent about."
Sarah blinked," Remain silent, what do you mean remain silent?"
"Miss Strucker has a condition that for everyone's best interest should remain a secret, Dr. Whyte."
She didn't like the way things were going. Sarah had grown up in a tough neighborhood and through years of struggle and hard work had escaped the deprivations of her past. One lesson she had learned was that she hated being told what to do, especially when it was a matter of importance. She vocally expressed this opinion of hers,
"Hell yes, she has a condition! The woman came in with breasts the same size or larger of regulation soccer balls and within a matter of hours they disappear! Not to mention she was suffering as if she hadn't eaten in a week and ran a marathon on top of that!" She felt her blood beginning to heat up," Last but not least, there were indications that she had been in some sort of sexual activity prior to her admission and has no memory of it!"
The agent wasn't impressed by her display, neither was his partner. He placed his hands, palms down, upon the table and spoke without the sincere tone of earlier.
"Dr. Whyte, there are two ways out of this room for you. You can walk out of here a richer woman with silence as a virtue or you can walk out here with an appointment to get your toe sized for a D.O.A. tag."
Sarah stepped back from the man, glancing to his partner who stared silently out the window as if the matters at hand were just one more mundane task at hand. More amazed than fearful, she shook her head.
"You got balls, don't you? Thinking you can just stroll in here, into MY hospital and threaten me?! You paid off, Ferraro didn't you?" She laughed softly," Oh my, I'm sure it didn't take much to get him to shut his trap. But Tina Strucker has undergone something that could potentially become life threatening, not to mention there's some pervert with a date rape drug out there!"
'Tom Jackson' sighed and said without glancing to Dennis," Plan B, Mark." Sarah switched her accusing eyes to the other man who held a gun like apparatus level with his chest at her. There was a soft pop of compressed air and a sudden jab of pain in her chest. Her fingers reached for the cause and came up with a small dart. The man who had fired said softly," It'll be over in just a couple of seconds, Miss Whyte."
The dart dropped from her fingers while the other hand clutched the clipboard, she felt her head began to lighten, but forced herself to turn and try for the door. She was in public place, this couldn't be happening! Sarah staggered out of the conference room, her feet dragging as if manacled to some great weight. Her vision blurred as time seem to slow before her eyes and thus her last few seconds conscious, alive, passed in what seem like one long inexhaustible minute. No one walked the hallways to her left and right, while before her the nurse watched with wide eyes. They made contact. Then the nurse's eyes shifted to the man stepping out of the conference room after Sarah. They immediately dropped back to her work, at the same time the nurse felt the weight of the envelope filled with cash become even more evident in her pocket.
Craig bent down and extricated the clipboard from the fingers still warm with life, then stepping aside to allow Mark to exit as well. Mark spoke softly, but firmly to the nurse who shook slightly with the emotion of the event.
" Have Dr. Ferraro perform the autopsy, is that understood?"
"Yes...sir." The voice was an apparition of its former self through lips that hardly moved. Mark nodded and the two men walked away loud footsteps in an otherwise silent hallway.
Tina awoke with a gasp as a hand ran across her bare chest. She lay upon her bed, her hospital gown flung open above her waist. The hand remained where it was and it belonged to a sweaty looking man. He smiled,
"I see you're awake, Miss Struckers." He wore a doctor's coat, but he didn't look like a man who hygiene was a major concern. "I'm Dr. Ferraro, I treated you with Dr. Whyte in the E.R. when you arrived."
Tina glanced down at the hand that still remained on her chest, though there was a lack of anything to fondle or so she thought. "What happened to Dr. Whyte?"
The man smiled, he reminded Tina of a hog.
Ferraro replied," She fell sick unfortunately and asked me to tell you that you seemed to be fit for release from the hospital." He finally removed his hand," I was just checking you one more time, but I found nothing wrong at all."
"But what about all that stuff that Dr. Whyte said?" She said, unconsciously pulling her gown back over her bare top. Ferraro chuckled and with a hint of malice in voice said,
"Dr. Whyte, she has a tendency to," his voice failed off as he closed his eyes and shrugged," a tendency to exaggerate and make a non threatening event seem extreme." Tina accepted the answer, though it didn't feel right to her for some reason.
"Thank you, Dr. Ferraro and thank Dr. Whyte when you see her again, please." She said, swinging her legs over the side of the bed eager to go home. It appeared the doctor found something inherently amusing with this request and chuckled rather strongly. He managed a smile for Tina,
"Will do, Miss Strucker."
Tina handed the taxi driver his due and then a tip for driving her to her business' parking lot. Only a few other cars remained now that everyone else should have left for home hours ago. The hospital had insisted upon its policy of keeping people twenty-four hours after admittance and light was fading fast behind the thick carpet of clouds above. She shivered, realizing that they had neglected to toss her jacket in the ambulance with her all but a day ago. It also didn't help that the keys to her car were in her jacket's pocket. Her eyes gazed up at the imposing office building and she shivered again, though it wasn't entirely due to the cold breeze that tugged at her clothing. A trademark sigh issued from her lips and she walked forward towards the entrance of the building. Across the street in a non-descript gray car sat two men watching, Tina entirely unaware.
The doors of the elevator slid open without sound and the main office lay out before her. A maze of cubicles surrounded on all sides by real offices with much sought after windows, it was made much more dismal by the fact only a few of the white incandescent lights were on out of the many. It unnerved her, 'Heck,' she thought, 'I don't like it when the lights are on either.' The carpet quieted her footsteps as she made her way to the cubicle she had called her own for more than four years.
For a second as she entered her 'prison', she feared that someone had taken her jacket because it no longer rested over the back of her chair where she customarily always placed it. Then to her relief she saw it crumpled on the floor next to the desk, "Must have knocked it off on the way to the meeting..." She said aloud more to break the eeriness of the usually noisy office than for anything else.
" Well, you certainly didn't go for it after you left the meeting." Tina jumped uncontrollably as a familiar voice spoke behind her. At the same time, a hand slid around her waist and pulled her against a warm body. In response, Tina pushed off and out of the embrace turning around and shouting,
"What the hell, Jack?!" Her memory flashed as she realized back in the parking lot one of the remaining cars was Jack's beat up Honda Civic. The one he was constantly lamenting as a nothing more than a piece of junk he was going to get rid of some day. Something had changed within Tina during the duration of four days, something that had given her a bit more confidence. Jack, meanwhile blinked and made as if to rub his eyes.
"Where the fuck went your tits?!" He cried and stepped closer reaching out as if to confirm what his eyes disbelieved. Tina slapped at his outreached hands.
" I don't know what you're talking about, Jack!"
Jack smirked, taking no notice of her behavior, "You're telling me you don't remember our nice fuck session in the bathroom yesterday?" He added a suggestive swirl of his hips to imply the proclaimed event. Tina in response shook her head, feeling trapped as Jack was blocking the only exit from her cubicle. " And I still want to know where the hell your titties went."
Her mind filled with the words of Whyte earlier, the ache that still existed to an extent within her vagina, and what Jack was saying, it came together. She shook her head, it COULDN'T come together. It couldn't have happened. Softly now, as her voice had lost some part of her earlier defiance, " I don't believe you."
Jack laughed and stepped out of the cubicle's entrance. He gestured over dramatically inviting her out before him,
"I have it all perfectly preserved on the security tapes in my office."
Tina shot back," Security cameras in the bathroom? Isn't that kind of illegal, Jack?"
Jack grinned, his eyes gazing at her chest momentarily as if still not believing what he was seeing.
"It isn't when its stated in the contract everyone signed to work here." Tina felt a jar in her strength again, as she thought of all those times she had been in the bathroom. All those times someone, something, watching her, while she went about one of the most private moments in anyone's life.
Her legs feeling less than sturdy, she followed Jack into his office in the corner. A TV/VCR sat on the desk as well a stack of magazines with such titles as, "Big Naturals", " Incredible Busts", and "Hooters". Jack acting out of character offered his chair, then shrugged when Tina declined. He was obviously unembarrassed by his choice of reading material laying out in plain view, but then again, Tina doubted he would be ashamed of very much at all. He took up a position behind her and clicked on the television via a remote and said in a mocking voice,
"Next on skinamax..." The screen came to life in the familiar black and white appearance of any security camera., showing an empty bathroom. Tina glanced over her shoulder, but found Jack's attention focused solely on the now playing tape. Her went back and a second later, a bare chested woman rushed in through the bathroom door. Tina mentally gawked at the size of this woman's breasts that seemed ready to snap her spine in two with their immensity.
"Hi Tina." Jack said to the screen as if some child enjoying his favorite cartoon character's arrival. Tina shook her head softly, the face wasn't yet recognizable. While at the same time, the woman in the video began to massage her chest with eager hands. Tina swallowed as such a scene always seemed to make something deep inside her stir hungrily. Her mouth parched, she forced out a sentence.
" That's not me..." Yet, as if the woman in the video had heard such a declaration and intended to prove it wrong suddenly threw her head back as an inaudible moan escaped her lips. For two seconds, Tina locked eyes with herself. Behind her, Jack chuckled as she suddenly trembled. Tina watched in a mixture of horror and sickening interest, at the same time the temperature of the room seemed to rise. She watched as Jack entered the bathroom as herself on the screen continued to physically pleasure herself.
Dark desires began to stir inside Tina as she watched those fantasies that had driven her to personal peaks of pleasure at her own hand. Her breath began to quicken in response to the visual stimuli, while soft almost invisible essence began to leak from the corner of her eyes. She watched absorbed, unaware as two regions under her blouse began to inflate and expand. Each exhale, stronger than the last, seemed to spur on more growth. Tina began to lean forward as the extra weight pulled her so. The black and white Tina upon the screen seemed to freeze in time as a silent scream and shudder tore through her body as the man behind pumped his seed into her.
"How about a rerun?" A voice said lewdly into her ear and a pair of hands once again encircled her waist. Tina was jerked back from the spell that the video had cast upon her, but before she could react the hands moved upwards to her chest. She had opened her mouth to yell, but groaned instead. Jack meanwhile spoke into her hair,
"They're back?!" the hands continued to grope and squeeze, eliciting unwanted waves of pleasure throughout Tina's body. Tina herself stood paralyzed by both the more than simply pleasant feelings that were overriding her senses and the realization that she had two heavy breasts hanging from her chest. Her eyes went from her chest where they had instinctively shot to and now back to the screen where the same man who now held her breasts in hand was sitting on her chest. She wasn't like that woman on the screen, she couldn't be.
Somewhere deep inside her, the same strength that had given her courage in her cubicle strained to open a window of clear conscious thought inside her mind. For the three seconds that it existed before the pleasure ground it back into the blank mind it had created, Tina's eyes flared a brilliant green.
"NO!!" She screamed and threw both elbows back against her supervisor. The effect was instant. Somewhere within those brief seconds adrenaline had flooded muscles strengthened and toned beyond normal human level. Jack crashed into the wall, sliding to the floor with framed pictures falling about him. The catalyst for pleasure gone, Tina found control of her body and senses. Blood roared within her ears, muting the loud stream of cursing coming from Jack's mouth.
She turned on her heel and stared at Jack, who lay amongst a pile of pictures and photographs. His face was clenched in pain and blood was beginning to trickle from his nose and the sides of his mouth. She knew one thing, escape. Her shoes with their heels were flung from her feet as she raced once again in two days down the row of cubicles to her own. The jacket was ripped from the chair where she had set it before going with Jack to his office. The chair spun silently around and around while she boarded the elevator and descended down. At the same time, another dialed 911 for an ambulance, the call crackling to life on the high tech scanner in the same non-descript car from earlier.
Mark, who had been thinking of the missed re-enactments was startled back from his thoughts by the voice of Jack calling for an ambulance. It was a voice racked with pain. Less than a minute later, across the street a woman emerged from the entrance to the building at a run at which didn't end until she had reached a parked car. The car came to life and tires squealed as it sped out of the parking lot. Mark and Craig spoke at the same time with the same sentiment: " Shit."