Kim was the kind of girl who would have always said that she needed some excitement in her life. She probably should have been a little more specific.
Kim considered herself pretty ordinary. She was a good-looking twenty-nine year-old brunette with decent breasts who felt inferior to the models on t.v. She'd come to this town about a year ago with her boyfriend, who'd said he wanted to open up a diner, so he took a sales job and she became a secretary to a very dull insurance company. But before they gathered up the money for the place, he found someone he liked better and took off, leaving her in a nowhere town with a nowhere job. She didn't have the nerve to head off to the city by herself, and she had no family to return to, so here she was wasting her best years in the dullest burg on earth. So she started taking her excitement where she could find it, getting drunk and going home with whoever happened to be in the bar that turned her on at all. The most depressing nights were when she had to stumble home alone. She told herself that she wouldn't even care if she got mugged. At least it'd be exciting. But her heart nearly stopped when she heard a voice call out from behind her in the alley she was cutting through. "You should take more care. Haven't you heard about the missing girls?"
The voice was positively icy for someone claiming to be concerned. Kim steadied herself against the side of the building and turned around. It was a woman, of course. She'd known that from the voice. At least... it had to be a woman. Shit, she'd seen some flat-chested girls but that was ridiculous! Kim squinted and as the other approached she saw that it was a redhead who looked about twenty or so. Kim shook her head to clear away some of the fuzz. "All over the state..." she gurgled. "Not here..."
"Easy," the other insisted, still expressionless. "Let's get you home. Where's home?" Kim muttered the name of her apartment building. "I've seen you around. You go in there every night and always come out with someone different. A pretty thing like you should have a boyfriend."
"Fucking jerk," was all Kim could get out. "Leaving me high and dry in this hick shitburg, no friends..."
"That was my impression," the icy redhead replied. She steadied her and helped her further down the alley. Kim was lucid enough to wonder what she was fumbling around for in her purse with her other hand, so she looked over. She only squinted and scrunched up her face in confusion. It looked like a battery-tester or something, a little handheld thing with prongs on the end. It was pressed against her neck before she could even think of reacting, and instantly blacked out.
She dimly became aware of herself... or was she dreaming? This wasn't her apartment. Where was she lying? It was all hard like a table. And that humming noise. There was that redhead again, standing over her. "No, not yet..." the icy voice drilled. "I haven't finished your examination." And that thing was pressed against her neck again and... She gradually stirred as she heard a ripping sound and the words, "Not bad" and then hands were undoing her bra. She tried to ask what was going on but could only gurgle, and that cold metal to her neck again... A chill woke her a little and she found herself on her back. Why was she cold? Her clothes were gone. She didn't like this dream...
Kim opened her eyes and sat up. "Where am I?" she demanded, even before she looked around. "What's going on?" The light in the large room was dim, and there were no windows. It looked like a lab of some kind, with banks of machinery lining that dark green wall in front of her. Along the wall to her right she saw a series of dark green globes, about a yard or so in radius, suspended from the ceiling by thin green columns. To her right there were a whole bunch more, all lined up down the length of the wall, but connected only to the ceiling. What was this place? She sat up, and realized instantly that she was sitting in a similar globe, except that hers was transparent. Above her she saw an opaque column connecting it to the ceiling. Below her the floor was about two feet away. She was trapped in this thing... and completely nude! "What is this?" she shrieked. "Let me out!" She pounded on the spherical surface, but it wasn't like glass. It wouldn't break. It didn't feel like plastic either. It almost felt like rubber, except that it was clear. And it was warm too. Not heated, but warm like skin. "What's going on?" she screamed. "Somebody let me out!" But she didn't see anybody in the room. Could they even hear her outside of this thing? She stood up, having to duck her head a little, and tried kicking at the floor of the globe. It was a little slippery and she fell back on her ass. She clawed at the stuff with her nails, but it wouldn't come apart either. Horror filled her as the minutes passed and it sunk in that she was trapped in this thing with no sign of anyone around and no idea even of where she was. How long had she been out? They might have taken her anywhere. She didn't have a hangover, so it could be hours or days. She didn't even know if it was day or night out.
It wasn't true to say that she was completely naked. There was a bracelet snugly on her left wrist, too small to fit over her hand. It was dark red with various black spots that almost looked like they might be something scientific, not just a pattern. It was seamless and playing with it for a moment revealed no way that it might come off. She smashed it against the wall of the bubble she was trapped in, but it didn't even crack. Finally, a voice came, "Look above you."
Kim disobeyed. She could hear outside of the globe, and saw that the voice was coming from behind the bank of machinery. A woman stood up and pushed back her chair. Kim dimly remembered her as the flatchested redhead from the alley. Even smashed, there was no forgetting a chest like that. "Yes, you can hear me," the icy voice continued. "I can make it otherwise if I wish. Do you understand the ramifications of this?" Kim only stared at her and tried to figure out what the hell was going on, unable to find her voice. "Do you?" the chilly words came again. Kim timidly shook her head. "Then I repeat, look above you."
Kim looked up to the opaque column end connecting the globe to the ceiling, and she now noticed a set of tiny holes in it. The column itself was about six inches around, far too small to provide any escape. She put her hand to the holes and felt air blowing in. Suddenly it stopped. Kim looked to the woman. "Yes," she continued. "You understand. Then understand this: if you attempt to damage or remove your symbiobracelet again, I will cut off all oxygen to your experimental chamber and you will die."
Kim fell back to the floor of the bubble. Finally she found her voice. "Why are you doing this?" she demanded.
The woman pushed a button, and bright lights glared down at angles from the ceiling, all directly on Kim. She was in the spotlight. A camera lowered from the ceiling and pointed itself at her, apparently now recording her every move. "This will hurt for a moment," the woman said coldly, still expressionless. Kim wasn't sure what she meant, until she suddenly felt several sharp pains in her wrist, like needles inside the bracelet had suddenly stabbed into her arm. It was so tight on her that she couldn't even tell by wiggling it whether there was something now in her wrist or whether it'd just pricked her. The woman played with the machinery again. "Is the pain subsiding?"
"I'm not cooperating with this!" Kim roared. "Tell me what it's all about! When will you let me go?" The woman only turned up a dial with a sudden, violent flick of her wrist, and Kim's own wrist began to burn. She screamed. "Stop it! Stop it!" She turned the dial down again and repeated the question.
"Yes... it doesn't sting now," Kim sulked.
"Good. Then the symbiobracelet is functioning properly. I can do away with the cumbersome waist-buttons."
"What're you talking about?" Kim demanded. She didn't really expect an answer... but the woman played with the controls and all of sudden, to her right, one of the dark green globes suddenly grew transparent, revealing a nude woman with long brown hair. She seemed a little startled, but from the expression on her face, she'd been a prisoner for quite awhile. Kim realized that each of the dozens of globes in the room had someone in them! Oh, god, what was going on here? Slowly the globe maneuvered itself into the center of the room, closer to hers, as if gliding along some invisible track in the ceiling. The other prisoner only stared at her with indifference. Kim looked her over, and found that she didn't have a bracelet, but there was a small, button-like object embedded into her skin on the left side of her waist.
Kim didn't have time to think about it, because the redhead at the controls pointed to her and declared, "You are now designed Experiment-1 until otherwise termed. When I refer to you, you will respond. You," she pointed to the other girl, "will be designated Control-1 for the course of this experiment only." She didn't wait for a reply. She just began playing with the dials again, and Kim noticed that some of the spots on her bracelet lit up, in no apparent pattern. The brown-haired girl's implant-button was glowing too. Kim wasn't sure what it meant for a moment, and then she gasped as she realized that her breasts were actually getting bigger, going from a C cup to about a D. Wow! Maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all!
"How are you doing this?" Kim gasped as her boobs continued to grow. She pressed her hands to them and could actually feel them growing. "Where's it all coming from?"
"Experiment-1 will not speak unless spoken to," the redhead replied coldly. So Kim turned her attention to her fellow prisoner. Was this happening to her too? She gasped. The other girl's breasts were tiny things now. Somehow Kim's own boobs had grown and the other girl's had shrunk! The strange thing was, the other girl didn't seem to care at all, like she'd been through this a thousand times. Kim's high spirits fell. Obviously she wouldn't be keeping these. And would she ever get out of here? She decided to try something.
"I'm hungry," she insisted.
"No, you're not, Experiment-1," the icy voice returned. "The symbiobracelet will provide such nutrients as you need on a regular basis. Don't try the cheesy old bathroom routine either."
"Please. You can't keep us in here forever!"
"No one lives forever, Experiment-1, and you have been warned about speaking. Once the symbiobracelet is perfected, I may decide to turn my attention to the larger issue of growth and aging, and then perhaps your statement will turn out to be false. Whether you're around to see it is entirely up to you." She pulled up a microphone out of her console. "Symbiobracelet mark-two is functioning at efficiency level equal to waist-buttons, which can be dispensed with on newer subjects. Advantages are self-explanatory. Lobotomizing effects of long-term operation of mark-one symbiobracelets does not appear to be a factor any longer." She flicked some more switches and reversed the exchange. Kim watched in disappointment as her bigger, better breasts shrunk back down to their former size and the brown-haired girl's began to blossom up again, though it appeared to be all the same to her.
"No!" Kim shrieked. "You've gone too far!" The redhead grew irritated and gave her a quick shock in the wrist. "But-..." Kim decided to shut up. She watched in horror as the other girl's breasts continued ballooning up and her own chest collapsed. In a few moments she was almost as flat-chested as the redhead.
Kim wondered how long this was going to go on, exchanging boobs back and forth, and how much she'd end up with at the end. The redhead surprised her by apparently finishing with that - not at the stage Kim wanted! - and she began asking her all sorts of bizarre questions, on subjects ranging from mathematics to everyday trivia. Kim decided about ten questions in to play a little dumb, just to be on the safe side. But an alarm went off and the redhead growled, losing her temper for the first time, "Any attempts to lie will be detected, Experiment-1. You will answer the questions to the best of your ability." There were about fifty questions in all, and finally she added into the microphone, "Baseline intelligent tests confirm a subject of average intellect. Replacing buttons with symbiobracelets should cause no change in results, but I will conduct stage two tests anyway to see if all spot-receptors are functioning properly." And she began playing with the controls again. This time Kim's breasts didn't grow or - thank God! - shrink any more. In fact, nothing seemed to be happening at all, except that the brown-haired girl's expression degenerated from resignation to almost complete apathy. She began staring into space blankly.
Kim turned her attention back to the redhead, who was studying Kim's own face with a persistence and coldness that made her feel even creepier and more uncomfortable than before. She almost screamed out, "Stop staring at me!" but she remembered the precision electroshocks that could be administered with the symbiobracelet. It was possible that the voltage could be set high enough to actually burn her wrist or even kill her. Kim was splitting her infinitives. It seemed a ridiculous thing to worry about under the circumstances of her captivity. She noted that the pattern of spots on the symbiobracelet wasn't the same as when her breasts had been augmenting. Shit, the imbecilic expression on her fellow prisoner's countenance really did defy all reason. Were such the effects of prolonged captivity? Kim's captor instructed her to ignore Control-1 and proceeded to ask her another assortment of fifty questions, except that these were a great deal easier. No doubt the red-headed female was resorting to psychological mindgames and attempting to put her at her ease.
"All spot-receptors appear to be functioning at peak efficiency," the red-haired female added into the microphone. "Production of symbiobracelets may now commence." Kim watched with fascination as her captor turned the red dial forty-five degrees to the right and the green dial sixty degrees to the left, but unfortunately she couldn't see the other controls lower down the panel from her ignominious vantage point. There was hence no way of gauging how to replicate the processes to which she was being subjected, so, shit, what was the point of even paying attention? She might as well just stare at the brown-haired girl, who was rubbing her forehead and seemed to be coming out of her blank stupor. It wasn't like she was ever gonna find a way out of this and even if she did who was she kidding those controls were like way beyond her. Kim didn't like this place. When was that lady gonna let her go home? And she didn't like the way the brown-haired girl was staring at her. Right, like Kim was sooo interesting stuck here in this hanging ball just like her! Then the lady at the controls did something funny with all that stuff and her whole little prison glided off to the side to be lined up with all the others and suddenly everything went black and she couldn't see out any more.
Kim didn't like hanging in the pitch black in this round ball she couldn't even get comfortable in. It wasn't fair either cause she never did nothing to that woman out there. She waited like forever but nothing happened and eventually she got tired again so she leaned back and soon she fell asleep. She couldn't hear anything going on outside anymore either, not even low hums, not since it all went black. She lost track of how many times she woke up and fell asleep and it was funny cause she never got hungry or thirsty or nothing and she ought to have had her period by now but maybe she'd just lost track but it sure did seem like she'd been in here forever and she wished that all the lights were on and that they were at least experimenting like before because anything was better than this it was driving her crazy and really it was nothing to giggle about but she couldn't really help it cause there wasn't anything else to do but play with herself and even that got boring sometimes.
Sometimes without warning the whole little ball-room would suddenly start filling up with water, coming spraying down out of the little holes at the top, and it didn't stop until practically the whole thing was filled up with water and only standing up could she get a little air at the top. Then it got all sudsy and the ball started spinning and turning upside down and the water would drain out. Then more water would come in and the place would shake and spin again and finally the ball would stay upside down till all the water had drained out completely. She didn't really understand what all that was about but it made her feel like she was in a washing machine or something. That happened maybe once every other time she was awake or so, though sometimes it would wake her up to start with. Kim didn't like this, not at all. But really there was nothing she could do about it and it seemed to be all her life was gonna be anymore. Anyway at least those times broke up the boredom a little.
The lights came on and she found that she was one of a whole bunch of hanging balls that'd been moved to the center of the room. Her bracelet glowed again or at least some of the dots on it and Kim noticed that there were about seven of the globes all hanging together out in the open, and the redhead was looking on. The long captivity must've gotten to her a bit, because now Kim felt more sensible again. "Please," she begged. "How long have I been in here?" The redhead apparently heard her but didn't respond. Kim took some notice of the other globes. Each had a girl or woman in them, with ages ranging from about eighteen to mid-thirties. All of them had wrist bracelets like hers and were of course just as nude. "What happened to the other girl?" Kim demanded. "What happened to the ones with those button implants? Were they removed?"
The redhead indulged the question. "Yes," she smiled. "I had them removed." Kim realized the ambiguity at once, but it was clear that the redhead wasn't going to say anymore. She looked around her. Some of the others looked scared, but none looked exactly terrified. Kim concluded that she'd been here longer than any of them, but that none were exactly new victims. Her captor began recording, "Subject Experiment-1 is currently at mean intelligence. Resources -1 through -6 are currently at their baseline intelligences, with the exception of Resource-4, who is at sub-level following her recent usages. That is irrelevant for the purposes of this experiment, but Experiment-1 will be restored to her own baseline intelligence, point-three standard deviations above mean." She turned various dials, but Kim didn't really look or feel any different, nor did any of the others.
"Please... what's going on?" Kim demanded. She turned to the others. "All of you -"
"Only your experimental chamber is required to be sound-conductive for this experiment," the redhead replied. "Addressing the others will prove ineffectual." Kim only sat back down and sulked, but she felt a little more observant than a moment ago and noticed that the control panel had been altered. A lot of the equipment had been redesigned, though it was clearly the same room. Her captor was sitting at the controls. When she did stand up, Kim let out a little shriek. The redhead was positively stacked now, with D-cup breasts and a tight sweater showing them off nicely. "You've done it to yourself!" she gasped.
"Cretin," the redhead spat. The breasts made all the difference, and she looked positively gorgeous now. The hips looked a little better too. All of that brought out the attractiveness of her face that Kim hadn't noticed before... or was her complexion a little better too? "What rational basis have you for assuming that my previous measurements were my baseline?"
"You mean... this is the real you?"
"Fortunately, that is a nomenclature that my successes have rendered meaningless. I was born with somewhat more than you saw before, but not much. If your prattling curiosity's been satisfied, we'll proceed with the experiment."
"What is it this time?" Kim began slyly. "You gonna make me an idiot again? Or give me my breasts back?"
"Ah," the other smiled. "Your baseline intelligence would seem sufficient for a grasp of its alterations, though I must say it took you long enough." She turned to the microphone. "This experiment is not strictly necessary in financial terms, but I wish to indulge certain curiosities. So far we have kept the permutations within what might be termed the bounds of reasonableness. Resources -1 through -6 should not be permanently damaged, since only Experiment-1 will experience such levels. Experiment-1 is of course expendable, and may if required be disposed of by what I've termed the 'Jeannie' procedure." And her captor's smile fell a little. But Kim didn't have time to think about it, because she began playing with the controls almost immediately, and Kim's breasts began to blossom out again.
Apparently the redhead was drawing on all six of the other girls, for at first Kim didn't notice any definite change in them as her own chest began to fill out again. But slowly their chests began to deflate. None of them looked too happy about it, but one girl seemed, behind that sound-proof barrier, to be going into hysterics. Apparently she'd been here for a few days at least but hadn't known about anything like this. Kim couldn't help feeling a little better in spite of herself as her breasts slowly returned to their natural size, but she hated herself for it. If only there were a mirror... No, god, what was she talking about? This was all insane! She kept turning her attention from her own growing mammaries to the deflating chests of the other girls and back again. It went much slower with them than with her, apparently because it was six to one and she was taking boobs from all of them. Taking boobs! It sounded ridiculous. The sadistic, now-stacked redhead who was putting them through all of this might have all sorts of technical terms for it, but really that was what it amounted to. She was getting their breasts. "My god, that's enough!" she shrieked, looking back to her own chest. She thrust her hands around her ballooning pair as if to hold them in place, but her fingers just kept slipping as she found herself holding less and less, until finally her palms were covering little more than than her nipples themselves. "For the love of god, stop!" she screamed. Her boobs were now the size of basketballs and still growing. The other girls were still deflating, but none of them had much left. "No, please! I'm grotesque! It's too much!"
The redhead only ignored her, but interestingly she didn't silence her pleas by making the globe soundproof again. Even in her panic, Kim remembered what she'd said about restoring her normal intelligence, as if her reactions themselves were part of the experiment. Kim fell forward, and her huge boobs mashed against the floor of the globe, leaving her staring straight down at the floor a couple feet below. This was humiliating. She refused to be beaten by her own tits! If it was the only gesture of defiance she could muster, she was going to right herself. She struggled to sit back up, and then leaned back in the globe, bracing herself. She wrapped her arms around in front of her and clasped her hands together, but the pressure of her still-expanding boobs began to pry her fingers apart. She strained with all her might to hold the growth in check, and more and more they began to hurt. She couldn't keep this up! Slowly her fingers pulled apart, and finally they were barely touching. At last the growth began to slow down, even as her fingertips were vainly reaching out to locate one another. She turned her head with difficulty and saw that all of the other girls were flat-chested now. There was no more to draw on. "Thank god... Thank god..." Kim puffed as her chest finally stopped growing. She couldn't even sit up, pinned down by the weight of her gargantuan mammaries. She didn't even want to think what kind of a view the redhead had of her, and she fumbled around to cross her legs.
"Are you experiencing any discomfort?" the icy voice demanded.
"Fuck off!" Kim spat, and her wrist began to burn. The question wasn't repeated. "What do you fucking think?" she finally hissed.
"I will rephrase the question. Apart from the gravity of your situation, do your breasts themselves hurt in any way?"
"Y-yes," she puffed. "They hurt. Now fucking reverse this! They're crushing me!" And that telltale alarm went off again.
"I have warned you about lying. And your breasts, by my calculations, are still only 43.2% of your current body weight, which your physique is more than capable of coping with." The other globes went dark and glided back to join the larger collection. Six new ones were brought into place, and lit up to reveal six new startled but well-endowed inhabitants. "For this next phase, I suggest uncrossing your legs, bracing them against the lower, forward arc of the chamber, and pushing yourself into a slightly more vertical position."
"God, no!" Kim shrieked. "Not even bigger! They'll fucking explode! A human being can't take it!"
"That is precisely what I am attempting to determine," the redhead sighed with exasperation. "I should take my advice if I were you." And Kim's breasts began to expand again. She uncrossed her legs and pushed up, but the weight of her huge boobs kept sliding her down again. She pushed and braced herself firmly so that her back was at last more vertical than horizontal, at least. She could barely see over her boobs anymore, and turned her head over her left shoulder to get some air. That proved to be a mistake, because in a moment her head was braced in that uncomfortable position, pinned sideways by the back arc of the globe and the weight of her own collosal mammaries. "Please..." she gasped. "Enough... I can't..."
"Is it too much?" the other demanded coldly.
"Fucking bitch..." Kim panted. "I'll... kill you..."
"I mean, is the skin growing uncomfortably tight, or does it continue to grow at a corelative rate with their volume?"
Kim wasn't going to lie again. The situation was uncomfortable enough. "T-tight..." she gasped. "B-but... not too bad..."
The growth stopped for a moment, and after a brief pause came the question, "Is the skin back to its normal tensility?"
Kim couldn't even see her anymore. All she could see was her own skin in her right eye and a bit of some of the other globes in her left. The other women still had a bit left, which gave her a sinking feeling. "Y-yes. Okay now..."
"Interesting. So the growth rates are not entirely synchronous at high rates, but they soon stabilize. I must make a note of that..." And there was a pause. "And now..." Kim could feel her breasts beginning to grow again. She braced herself up, but her legs were killing her as they fought the weight. An idea struck her. Could she use the weight itself to get out of here, use her legs as a lever to smash open the globe? Or would...? It was worth the risk. Anything was better than this. She pushed against the front of the globe with all her might. She couldn't even pull herself up anymore by doing that at this point, but she pushed more outward than downward anyway. Shit, the pain in her legs, and the weight... She was suffocating... The skin of her boobs was pressing against her mouth now, and there wasn't much air back here... Kim refused to give up. She was gonna get out of here or die...
"Your bones will snap before the experimental chamber gives way," the voice came. "It can withstand anything your body can produce. I would shift position if I were you, unless you wish to suffocate. Swing yourself forward."
Kim ignored her and held out almost until she blacked out, but finally she couldn't take it any more and tried to swing forward. Her heart skipped a beat as she failed! Her boobs were too heavy, and she'd waited too long! She tried again, and a third time, and finally succeeded. She expected to fall flat on her chest, or as flat as the bottom of the globe allowed, but to her surprise and shock she only came forward a couple feet, and she felt her boobs mashing against the front of the globe. My god, they had to be even bigger than she'd realized! She desperately took in air before even looking around her. The other girls weren't even as flat as they'd been the last time she -... God, they'd been switched off again! This was a third set! "P-please..." she gasped. "It's starting to hurt!"
"In what way?" the voice replied scientifically.
"They're pushing against one another as they grow... There's no room..."
"Of course..." she realized. She paused for a moment. "Attempt to get your hands between them, and push them apart. A shift in their positioning will allow them to grow primarily outwards."
"B-bitch..." she gasped. "I can't even..." But she tried despite herself when the other showed no signs of letting up. She maneuvered her arms upward by first grabbing onto her shoulders and then moving her hands inward, and then she swept her palms downward and inward and pried her breasts apart. The two huge masses lumbered slightly each to either side, and they didn't hurt anymore. But they were still growing. Her back collided with the globe. Shit! Her boobs were taking over the whole chamber! Soon there wouldn't be any oxygen at all.
"Experimentation reveals that there appear to be no limits whatsoever to the sizes that may be achieved," the voice was saying, as if dictating into that microphone. "At the moment I can see no practical purposes to such grotesque proportions, but no doubt someone somewhere would be willing to pay for such an achievement. There is freakshow potential if nothing more."
"My god, no!" Kim gasped. "You can't leave me like this! I couldn't even walk! I couldn't..."
"Please quit your hysterics, Experiment-1, and remember your title. Were you to be downgraded to Resource you would be much more expendable. As an Experiment, your permutations are limited in number, thus avoiding any possible mental or physical wear from repeated transformations which might effect the results of the experiment. You should appreciate the prestige of your position."
"F-fuck off and die..." Kim spat, gasping for air.
"Experiment-1's breasts now fill approximately 72% of the chamber and consist of 92% of her mass. Obviously we are approaching the practical limits of experimentation under controlled conditions."
"Reverse it! Reverse it!" Kim wheezed. Her hands were by her ears and she desperately held off her boobs as the back of her head pressed against the globe. But they only continued to grow, and soon she could feel her breasts pressing against the front, sides, and floor of the globe... She even felt air blowing on the top of them, and in another moment they collided with the top as well. Her boobs were now pushing at the whole inside of the chamber from every angle, with nowhere left to expand. She couldn't breathe. She could feel the tiny air holes at the top digging into her skin... No... air... no...
Kim awoke with a shriek as warm water rushed into the chamber and the washing ritual began. She had no idea how long she'd been out, but she could move again in the darkness. She thrust her hands to her chest and found breasts just a little bigger than what she'd had coming into this madhouse. As she sat drying in the upside-down chamber as the water drained out, it first sunk in that this horror was going to be the rest of her life. She wished she had suffocated. And now the waiting in darkness began again. Whatever was going on out there, her captor had made it clear that she wasn't seeing even as much of it as the others. She was just the one to experiment on, or one of the ones. Whatever sadistic things the redhead did between experiments, Kim saw none of it. Days faded one into the other and slowly she lost track of the time, no longer bothering to gauge it even by her periodic cleansings.
She dreamed of a world where she was free. She'd cut off her right arm even to be back in that boring job, or to wake up and find out that this had all been a horrible nightmare. But then one day she had a dream unlike any of the others, a dream of twisted eroticism where something was entering her... She tried to wake but couldn't. She screamed to herself to wake up, but she couldn't. The dream subsided and she barely remembered it when she finally did wake up. What woke her was the motion of the globe gliding back into that central position, and then the lights came on.
There was only one other globe in center stage, but Kim shrieked as she saw what was in it, hoping against hope that it didn't mean what she thought it meant. It was another of the girls, one she didn't recognize... but one who looked to be about nine-months pregnant. The redhead was again sitting at the controls. "Please!" the other girl shrieked. "What is this? Let me go! You can't keep me here! I'm -"
"You are designated Experiment-3 for the course of this experiment," the redhead replied coldly. "It is not my intention to harm you in any way."
"Please! How'd I get here? You said you were taking me to a hospital!"
"You are not in labor. Your child is not due for two weeks. I simulated your labor-pains to make abduction easier."
"Please! How can you do this to me? I'm -"
"I would not be capable of operating for long if I didn't choose my subjects carefully. You have no one who will miss you at all, your pregnancy was not intentional, and your child would only clog the welfare roles." She paused and smiled wickedly, "Even I pay taxes. As I say, I wouldn't last long if I weren't clever."
"You think you're so smart!" Kim put in. "But sooner or later -"
"I am by all the tests I've conducted the most intelligent person on this planet," the redhead boasted. "Or more."
"You did it to yourself!" Kim realized.
"It was done to me, Experiment-1. I have no complaints. Not at this point, anyway."
"What IS all this?" the pregnant girl shrieked. "What do you mean, my kid 'would'? What are you gonna do!"
"If the experiment succeeds, your child will no longer exist."
"No abortion!" she shrieked. "I don't want no abortion! You're not killing -"
"Do not drag me into corny debates on that question, Experiment-3. Suffice it to say, your child will be unconceived, not terminated."
"U-unconceived?" she gasped.
The redhead turned from her and spoke into the microphone. "Feedback scans confirm that Experiment-1 ovulated as anticipated. The furtive addition of a single spermatazoa during induced unconsciousness should be sufficient for the exchange. If predictions are in error and she has failed to conceive, the feedback-scan should indicate as much when the experiment fails, so there is no reason not to proceed upon known data."
"What did you do to me?" Kim shrieked, looking to her belly.
The redhead ignored her and began turning dials. Kim gasped in horror as her abdomen began to expand, and the pregnant woman cried out at the sight of hers deflating. The growth of nine months passed in seconds, and a horrified Kim soon found herself very pregnant. She collapsed, instinctively horrified by her suddenly-huge belly and what was gestating inside. "What happened to my baby?" the other woman screamed.
"Your fetus," their captor corrected, "was devolved past the point of conception. You are no longer pregnant."
"I'm... not...?" she gasped, almost reluctant to admit her relief. "Just like that...?" She paused. "Can I go now?"
"You are now designated Experiment-1," she replied coldly. Her globe went black and glided into position with so many others.
Kim was far too preoccupied with her huge belly to take any notice of the last comment. "No..." she gasped. "I don't believe it... It's not possible... You gave me her baby..."
"That is your own child, Resource-36. That is your new designation." In a moment, Kim found herself back in darkness. She felt her abdomen, and nearly lost her mind in unbelief. The darkness seemed to last forever once again, without the rough action of the periodic washings. She had only her sleep to measure the time. The closer she came to that fourteenth loss of consciousness the more it dawned on her that her time was very close. She gave birth alone and in the darkness, and held the child close to her. She nursed it for awhile, and eventually she fell asleep. When she awoke, her son was gone.
She was going to get out of here. She didn't know how, but this had gone on long enough. However long she had to wait, sooner or later her sadistic captor was going to make a mistake. But she soon found out that her new designation as Resource-36 afforded her much more usage. Her breasts shrank again in the darkness, or near-darkness, for her wrist-bracelet would light up. When other patterns lit up, she found herself dumber or smarter. Her breasts grew again mysteriously... but always in darkness. What was going on out there that she wasn't supposed to see? Or was she what someone else wasn't supposed to see? She grew pregnant again, and gave birth again. Suddenly one day she found her intelligence skyrocketing. She knew that that meant someone else was getting stupider, and as her intellect reached heights even higher than during the testing, she began to have a good idea what that meant. Whatever mistakes the redhead might have been making, she'd been too much of a cretin to take advantage of them. But finally her captor made a mistake with utilization potential; she used her for two dumbings-down in a row. Kim was brilliant now, perhaps more brilliant than the redhead. Her next usage was another pregnancy. The baby would be removed while she slept. By self-hypnosis, Kim overrode the unconsciousness-inducing effect of the symbiobracelet following her latest birth... and she was secretly awake as the globe became transparent, lowered to the floor, and cracked open along previously invisible seams. It was the work of a moment to overpower the unsuspecting redhead.
Kim took her baby girl in her arms and ran to the controls. She had to get the hell out of here. But rather than run to the authorities and attempt to explain all that had happened and risk having these levels of intelligence forcibly removed, or end up a lab-rat, why not use this situation to her advantage? Her brilliance was a good start, but it would only go so far in a world like this one. She wanted brilliance AND boobs. There was no stopping a woman with that combination. The blow given her captor would be sufficient to render her unconscious for one point three hours, more than enough time to deduce the usage of these controls. She experimented on a few of the Resources until she had the hang of it. Yes, of course; that particular combination of activated spot-receptors on the symbiobracelets would isolate the breast-exchange effect. She didn't need to be in a globe for this to work. She programmed in the identification code for her own symbiobracelet and that of the Resource currently under the spotlight. Slowly the woman's breasts shrank and Kim's blossomed out from about average to a nice, big but reasonable size. She turned to go. A big-breasted genius of thirty could go quite far in this world. She paused.
Almost as far as a big-breasted genius of eighteen.
She studied the controls. Her IQ was well off the charts, and she deduced that an age-exchanging effect would simply be a matter of finding the correct combination of spot-receptors. She had an hour or so to experiment, and then she could always toss her captor in one of her own globes. The things Kim could do to her... The redhead herself had suggested that such an age-exchange was indeed possible, but presumably she'd never been able to isolate the pattern. Kim wasn't nearly bright enough for this. Well, that too could be fixed. She drained three Resources of their intelligence and amused herself in watching them sitting in their globes with open jaws, their expressions about as bright as those of chimpanzees. It merely took a few seconds to deduce the precise metabolic effect of each of the fifty-six spot-receptors, and a simple calculation provided the correct combination to use. She began exchanging her age with that of Resource-12, and watched as the girl in the globe passed from eighteen to twenty-five to thirty... She examined her own face in the reflection of the control panel and saw her own youth returning. Right there! She flicked the switch off. Perfect!
There was no door to this room. By playing with the control panel for another few seconds, Kim succeeded in opening up a seam on the wall, a sort of a futuristic door. As she stepped through, alarms began to sound. "What?" she gasped. "A failsafe! Much good'll that do the unconscious bitch!" She found herself facing a staircase, and she proceeded up it to a concrete wall which slid out, opening into a small cellar. At the top of the second flight of stairs was a small carpeted office, and the sign on the window - reading backwards was child's play - said, "Samantha's All-Purpose Clinic. By Arrangement Only." Why was everything in this room so big?
Kim shrieked as she caught sight of her reflection. She was still youthening! She looked about thirteen! She put down her child and ran back down the stairs as quickly as she could, racing into the lab. "It's off!" she shrieked. "I turned it off! What's that bitch done?" She realized in seconds. The failsafe - if anyone wearing a wrist bracelet left the room, the last operation of the machine upon her kicked in without stopping, until she imploded or was a shapeless mass or too stupid to climb the stairs or insane with genius. "God, no!" Kim screamed. "You're a genius, Kim. Don't panic! It's a simple code, most likely the product of three large prime numbers..." She was a child of six before she began to put it together. There were only a few possibilities. She had to try typing in each of them. "Not that one... So that means..." She sat up in the chair and tried another. "Of course!" she realized. "My god, I can't reach the '9'!" She'd lost track of her age. Was that really her arm? It was a baby's arm. She was too low now to see her reflection. She had to reach that panel! She jumped for it, pushing off the chair, but her baby-legs couldn't make it and she fell on the floor. Shit, no, not like this... Not after so much, she couldn't... She tried to swear but only a burble came out. She was past infant... She was a fetus... God, no, her brain was undeveloping! She think genius no could embryo till all wuz fetus and god she would zygote be then split sperm egg no gotta stop before...
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