The sunlight barely peeked through the blinds as Sue began to wake. Her first thought revolving around trying to figure out why she felt the familiar texture of her living room couch instead of her bed, though soon dismissing the thought when she felt a strange surge of energy. 'That was a good sleep.' She began a stretch, but felt something warm rub against her face, and opened her eyes, only to see pitch black. "What the heck?" She grasped for whatever was in front of her face, only to feel a warm, damp, soft feeling, but also in her tongue and feet. She quickly remembered what happened the night before. 'Oh... right... wow... geez...' She began to uncoil her tongue from her feet, then slowly peeled her feet from her face, now featuring another perfect impression of her likeness. She lay the pile of stretched out appendages in her lap, noticing the drool covering her feet and in a noticeable puddle on the floor and some on the pleather couch.

She stared down at the jumble of foot and tongue for a few seconds. 'Looks like spaghetti. I haven't had spaghetti in a while... I could really go for spaghetti.' She soon snapped out of her trance. "Wait, gross!" She quickly began spooling her tongue onto her arm and shoved it back into her mouth. 'And I was running all day too!' She pushed her stretched out feet onto the floor, then looked at her stretched out breasts and armpits. 'This is going to take a while to regenerate... I might as well shower while it's going on.'

In a bit of a hobbled mess, she eventually made it to the bathroom. Sue prepped a towel on a wall hook near the bath tub, and began the arduous chore of removing a pair of already tight workout pants down multiple extra meters of stretched out foot. The elastic bands around the pants' ankles rubbed tightly the full length of her feet. Sue was certainly not prepared for the ticklish sensation it would send. A flinch and a slight giggle caused her to briefly stop, before continuing slowly, noticing an increased sensitivity due to being stretched out. The pants made it past each faded face indentation, and eventually to the newest addition that she made in her sleep, though each foot only containing half her sleeping visage. The many hours in that position made the imprints thoroughly settle into her feet. With one final tug, Sue extracted a foot from her pants. "One down, one to go..." Now was certainly not one of the times she'd regret going-commando at all times. Extracting both elongated appendages was hard enough without undergarments.

She hopped in the tub, plugged the drain, and started the water. Laying down, she proceeded to pull her excess mass into the tub with the rest of her. She pulled her feet in and piled them to one side, pooled her breasts just behind her head, and slid her armpits to her left and right. "Ah... this is good." She relaxed, using her chest as a pillow, and let the water fill. "Huh... I should use these as pillows more often... Heh, or maybe I should use my butt. Well... I'm all squishy, so I can technically use any part of my body as a pillow..." After a few minutes, she began the process of regenerating. Over the course of a dozen or so minutes, her armpits receded, her feet shortened, and her tongue returned. She decided to hold off on regenerating her breasts yet, still fond of her pillows.

She realized that the water soon reached the highest the tub would allow, and so used her feet to twist the faucet knobs to off, feeling a peculiar sensation. She looked at her feet, and saw two halves of a slightly squished down indentation of her own face. "Great... I guess that's gonna take a bit longer to regenerate, now won't it? It must've been the heat that caused it to settle over the hours." She expected a bit of trouble standing up, but adapted fairly quickly. She glanced around the bathroom, noticing the dust on the toilet lid. "Wow... I really haven't gone in a while... does this mean I'm clean inside?" She pondered for a few seconds. "On the other hand, whatever's left would've been there for months. Blech. I've got to deal with that." For the first time in a while, she opened the toilet seat.

Sue drained the tub and began a soapy shower, thoroughly cleaning between her bum's cheeks. Another rinse, and dry. "Alright... this is... this is going to be weird..." She reached down to her back. 'I am so going to wash my hands so thoroughly like nobody's business after this!' She closed her eyes, trying to rely on her muscle memory of wiping as the only guidance, however that she hadn't had any practice in for months. 'I just cleaned it. I just cleaned it. I just cleaned it. Don't have to touch inside just the clean spots.' She felt around until her hands met what felt like the outer edge of a warm donut, in both shape and size. 'Woah... I never knew it was so big...' She placed her hands around the outer base, her pointers touching below, and her thumbs touching above, making a circle. Her embarrassment was great, but her disgust at the thought of not doing it was greater. She gripped tightly, it was strange feeling she'd hope to never describe to anyone.

Always one to experiment, she was briefly distracted by this new sensation, squishing a few times but snapped back to reality soon after. She pulled outwards a bit, giving herself enough room to grip with the entirety of both of her hands, she pulled again. Her orifice resembling more of a large macaroni and less of a donut by now, she was able to place the end on the toilet seat pointed inwards while standing upright in the tub, and still have some remaining slack. She pinned her elongated sphincter down with the toilet lid. "Alright, that's the weird part. Now comes the... weird part."

Sue brought her mouth to the faucet and stretched her lips over it to create a tight seal. She hesitated for a few moments before turning the water on and letting it flow in. Moments passed as she felt her stomach fill, though not keen on having a bigger gut, she firmly pressed on her stomach as she felt it expand. Eventually, she felt a release that she could only conclude was the water finally building enough pressure to pass through the pyloric sphincter. The next minute was a bizarre one as Sue felt the cold water flow through her intestines before nearing the end. She felt the exit closed off, her embarrassment unintentionally causing her to clench tightly. She looked over to see her new tail swelling with liquid. She turned off the faucet in response, swallowing the last bit of water. "I really don't want to have to do this..."

She lifted the toilet lid, causing the blob of flesh to fall to the floor and slosh around, sealed tightly enough not to spill. It was about 10 inches in diameter at widest by now. "Ugh..." She lifted it up, again distracted by the sensations. "This... is so weird." She lifted the blob tail to her chest, almost embracing it in her arms as it flopped over, tightly keeping the water from spilling out. The sloshing sounds were  more often than not, distracting. She failed to resist the urge to poke and pinch it. Sue had to snap out of her curiosity multiple times. "Okay... I guess I've got to do it the hard way... Ugh... sorry, hands! I swear I'll make it up to you!"

Sue grabbed the end of her tail, and readied her thumbs at the opening. She closed her eyes and squirmed in disgust as she slowly slid them in. Tightly gripping the edge, she pulled, stretching the opening out multiple inches. There's no way that clenching would be able to stop the water now. She removed her thumbs and began to slowly pour into the toilet, not caring to look, only relying on sound to tell how full the bowl was in order to flush it without overflowing. It took more than 10 flushes to get all the water out.

"Blech... now... now on to sanitizing." She unpackaged a new sponge and doused it in mouthwash, then swallowed it whole. She tossed her tail back into the tub and began drinking the water again, using the pressure to force the sponge through her body, until it reached the other side. It appeared to be clean when it came out, but she threw it away immediately regardless. She then began to pump massive amounts of hand soap into her rear and then began with the water faucet again, but this time from the back. She stopped before the soapy water would enter her stomach, and detached her tail from the faucet. She gripped the exit with both hands and began to vigorously shake and force the soapy water around, swishing it around her intestines to ensure it was cleaned out. One more giant gulp of water, and she felt that it was finally clean enough.

"I'm glad I never have to do that again. That takes care of... Damn it, I gotta do my bladder as well! Shouldn't be as hard. Just... ugh..." She sat down in the tub and propped her legs up, moving her still elongated chests out of the way, and placed her hand above her target. "This feels wrong on so many levels." She felt around inside, having no time for fun, and found the entrance, digging with one finger then two. She made an opening roughly the side of a quarter and began pumping soap, then filled it with water before capping it off with a hand and shaking around to swish the soapy water. She stood upright to let it out, then filled with water and shook again to rinse. "It should be clean now... but just to make sure..." She reached in with her entire hand, making enough space, grabbed the far wall, and pulled outwards until it could no longer be considered an internal organ. An inverted bladder was not among the things Sue thought she'd wake up to see today. She let it rinse under the water for a few minutes, scrubbing with soap every now and then. "Wait I've never regenerated this before! Crap! How long is it going to take? I can't wear pants like this! I can't... er... actually I don't have any plans today so this is fine." She breathed a sigh of relief.

Sue stood up, and remembered that her breasts were still super long, but paid them no mind. She dried off and headed to the kitchen, her breasts and sphincter dragging across the floor, and the cold air brushing against her now external organ. Readying a bowl of cereal, she opened the fridge, only to see the milk jug with not even half a bowl's worth of milk. "Crap... and I already poured the cereal." She looked around and noticed white two white trails leading from the bathroom to her nipples. "Um... that's concerning... I should not be producing milk yet, or even at all. I've never been pregnant so I shouldn't even be producing it. Did my powers do that? That'd be super implausible, but then again all of this is implausible. It shouldn't be difficult to check if I am with these powers though..." She let out a sigh. "Whatever the case, I guess having these big ol' tiddies hang down like that makes it all pool downwards and leak. I'm going to have to mop the floor again." She pondered for a second. "Hmm... I've always wondered..." She bent over and picked up one of her breasts, examining it. "I suppose it won't hurt to try..." She stretched her nipple a bit and flicked it, watching it wobble as she snickered. "Heh, here goes nothing."

She turned back to the bowl, and brought the nipple just above it. Gripping it like an udder with one hand and holding her chest up with the other, she began to pump as if milking a cow. Slowly at first, but gradually speeding up. The stretched out parts were incredibly sensitive, and Sue found it enjoyable for some reason. She got so lost in her massaging that she failed to notice milk squirting off in every direction until she heard a piece of cereal fall onto the table from overflowing, breaking her out of her trance. She noticed the puddles beside the bowl. "Crap... I got carried away..." She wiped the spots off the table, then off the floor, being sure to keep her chest tied like a sash belt just above her hips.

"Bon-effing-Appetit I guess." She dug her spoon into the bowl and slowly brought it back to her lips. At first afraid if it would taste bad, then remembering that if it did taste bad, she wouldn't be able to taste it anyway. A single bite was all it took for her verdict. The taste was certainly distinct. "Eh, not bad. It's kind of sweet...ish? I can't recommend to anyone with functional taste buds yet. I don't know. I was  kind of expecting my powers to make it either super extravagant, or super bland. This just tastes like milk with a pinch of sugar. It'd probably work as creamer. I don't know. I'm not overwhelmed or underwhelmed... I'm kind of just... meh about it."

She was almost finished eating when she heard the doorbell ring, a sound that she had not heard for almost as long as hearing the toilet flush. 'I wasn't expecting anyone... Please be a door-to-door salesman or literally anyone else I can ignore... please don't be someone I personally know.' She peeked through the door's peephole, only to have her fears come to light. "Crap, it's..." She caught herself, trying to act as quiet as possible. 'Pants, shirt. Do I need shoes? Yes, face imprint. Shirt won't hide tits. Pants might be able to hide bladder. Hurry.' She rushed around the room before spotting a bath robe hanging up on the bedroom wall. She put it on along with her slippers, and tied her chest tightly, being sure to hide as many deformities as she could remember.

Sue slowly approached the door, and opened it. "Hello?"

"Sue! it's so great to see you again!" A shorter, bubbly woman around Sue's age responded.

"Hey... uh..." She snapped her fingers twice. "A... April. I actually remembered that time. What's up... uh, what brings you here?"

"Okay, so you know how you were helping me pick out apartments a few months ago?"

"M-hmm?"

"Okay, so I took your recommendation."

"Which... one?"

"Well... let's just say you've got a new next door neighbor!"

Sue felt a pit in her stomach. "You bought the house next door? The fixer upper?"

"M-hmm! I've been itching for a project to work on for a while... and my parents are tired of my equipment hogging up the basement."

"You're a scientist, all you've got are projects."

"No I mean, like, for fun. You know? Plus, it'll be fun to have a childhood friend for a neighbor."

"We met in our college final courses."

"Well I was still a child then."

"You were 17, I was 19. Underage, maybe. Child, not really."

"Oh don't be such a spoilsport. Mrs. spoily-spoilsport."

"...Right... well do you need any help unpack- On second thought, you know, got the bath robe... still getting ready for the day."

"Oh no I've already got everything in. I packed light. Pretty much just my equipment and bed. The um... the only things my parents would let me take out of the house. I'm still eating out until I finish unpacking. You should come with sometime, it'll be fun to catch up."

Sue sighed. "Hmm... give me about..." She reached around her back and felt how long her chest was still. "About... no, what am I thinking? I just had breakfast. Lunch isn't for a few hours. Does lunch sound alright?"

"I mean, if you wanna get a second breakfast... ya know? Never hurts. Mind if I come in?"

"Oh uh... not at all. I..." Sue stepped back as she opened the door further, only to feel a strange squishing. She looked back only to see that she had stepped on her makeshift tail. 'How could I forget that?' She thought. 'At least it's hidden behind the door.' Sue cleared her throat. "Actually, I uh... I'm painting the... uh... floor. Waxing the floor. I'm waxing the floor."

"Okay now I know you're just hiding something in there, but I'll respect your privacy. I'll be back at noon. Lunch. Be ready. Okay?"

"Y-yeah. Sure. See you then."

"Well, I'll leave you to whatever you've got in there. Later." April began to walk back home.

"See you." Sue shut the door and let out a massive sigh. "That was close. Hmm... maybe I should've just told her the truth? She has pretty much been my closest friend as of recent. I've never had a reason to not trust her..." She stepped off her tail and kicked her slippers off. The makeshift tail had a sizable flattened section that she had to peel off the floor with a bit of force. 'That doesn't feel too bad.' She stared at the length of tail across the floor. 'It looks kind of like a rope, or a garden hose or something. I used to pretend to tight rope walk on garden hoses laying on the ground. Heh, good times... Eh, why not? I've got time to regenerate.' She removed her bath robe, shoved her bladder back in, and stretched her tail across the room in a straight line.

Sue lined up at the end, the makeshift rope traveling to the end of the room before looping around a table leg and back. She imagined the setting, with a circus announcer and a crowd cheering her on as she took the first step, squishing the tail down under her foot. The extreme sensitivity of the elongated flesh sent tingles all the way up with every step. She took her next step, balancing with her arms while squishing downwards. She lifted her foot, unaware of the near perfect replica of half her face that now protruded from her tail, caused by her face-molding from the night before that had yet to regenerate. Each step flattened down, leaving squashed half-visages. It wasn't until she reached the end of the room did she look back. Sue burst out in laughter at the sight. "Oh this is-this is... bahahaha! What is it? Butthead? Half-ass? There's got to be a joke about half-assing. Half-head... butt... ass? What do I call this?" A joke was on the tip of her tongue, but alas, she could not think of the punchline, not that she'd be able to tell it to anyone anyway.

After settling down from her laughter, Sue recomposed herself, and began peeling her tail off the floor, coiling around an arm. "Alright, time to get these faces out... er... half-faces." She sat down on a chair and began massaging her feet, pressing them back into their original shape, while she focused on returning her colon to its original length. She leaned back in her chair, unintentionally putting pressure on her breast belt, causing a bit of milk to spray out. "Ooh... that felt... pretty good. I just squished it a little bit? Hmm... I've still got time, and the ol' butt's almost back to normal." She chuckled mischievously. "I wonder how this will feel."

Sue stood up and untied her chest, dropping them to the floor. She was about to take a step on them when she realized it might make a mess, so she dragged herself to the bath tub. "Hehe... if just a little squish felt like that, then this could be amazing." Ensuring both her breasts were inside the tub, she hovered her foot over one of them, before firmly stomping it flat. A spurt of milk hit the side of the tub. The stretched-out state had already made it much more sensitive, but now flattened as well, and her enjoyment was that much more amplified. She almost moaned as she lifted her foot to see the perfect footprint. "Ah... I've got to do this every day..." She did the same with her other foot and breast. "So good..."

She soon began stepping all over her outstretched chest, squirting milk with each step. The more steps, the flatter they became. The flatter the became, the more sensitive they were. Eventually the sensations were so powerful, she couldn't help but vocalize, to her own embarrassment, but she quickly brushed it off after redundantly looking around to make sure there was no one in the room. A sudden confidence in her walls' soundproofing allowed her to make a fairly loud series of vocalizations.

Her stomps continued until she'd squeezed her breasts flat and dry like a toothpaste tube. The entire floor of the tub now covered in a thin layer of flesh, with her areolas now two pink disks, now about 12 inches in diameter each. The spread flesh covered the drain, so a layer of milk lay on top between the wrinkles. She slowed her playing from stomps to small steps, to softly brushing her big toe up and down the soggy flesh mat, sending tingling sensations all throughout her body. She gripped wrinkles between her toes as she slowly her feet along them back and forth, creating ripples among the milk. She brought a leg up to her face and let a few milk drips slide down her foot into her mouth. She was in a state of pure bliss, but her smile dropped once she remembered the time. "Ah dang it. I can't regenerate instantly, but I've got to do it in time for lunch. Looks like I'll have to cut this short." She carefully peeled her chest from the tub floor and watched it dangle downwards, reveling in one final moment of enjoyment from the peeling itself. She sighed. "I could totally use these as blankets." She chuckled.

While her body was regenerating, Sue proceeded to spend the next hour editing a video project for work. Only when the 11:55 warning alarm she set on her phone went off did she realize she had yet to put any clothes on. 'Right, she's gonna be here soon! Should I do formal? Casual? Eh... knowing April, it's probably going to be fast food, and she wasn't dressed fancy earlier... I'll just wait to see how she's dressed and ask if I need to change.' Sue proceeded to put on her glasses, cargo pants, sandals, and a printed tee, then pulled her messy hair into a ponytail.

Right when the clock hit noon, there was a ring on the doorbell. Sue opened the door for April. "Hello, hello, hello."

"Ready to munch some lunch?" April asked.

"Yeah, I got everything together. Where do you have planned?"

"I don't fricking know. I'm trying to stay affordable until I go shopping for food and furniture later today."

"Since when have you been the frugal type?"

"Since I've started to pay my own bills. I calculated my electricity bill from my experiments alone. I should really be paying my parents back."

"Well that's... responsible. You've changed in the past few months."

"Oh enough about me. I wanna hear about you. Oh, but let's talk in the car. What you want?"

"Hmm..." Sue pondered her current cravings. "Spaghetti?"

"Well if you're paying for your own, that's fine by me." April began to lead Sue across the sidewalk to her car.

Sue looked over at April's house. "Are you planning on cleaning up all those cobwebs and fixing the windows?"

"I'll do whatever I have to, but I'm a big fan of the whole mad-scientist's lair aesthetic. You know, the neo-gothic castle with the tesla coils and the bats going all screech-screech? I still have to strip some of the floors because of mold and replace the windows for safety reasons of course, but I'm thinking of painting the bricks grey and the fence black. I doubt the neighborhood will allow me to put a metal fence though."

"Okay I take back everything about you changing in the past few months."

April chuckled as she entered her car. "You know me. Dress for the job you want, not the job you have."

"Says the scientist who wants to be a scientist."

"Mad-scientist, mind you." They both buckled their seatbelts. "One is infinitely more fun than the other. Unfortunately actual mad-science is morally dubious at best. I just like the idea of mutants and monsters, but without the ethical quandaries. Studying something new, not just 'does this chemical kill 99.99 or just 99.98 percent of bacteria?'"

"Right. Right. Mind if I pop on my tunes?"

"Go ahead. Aux cord is in the glove box."

"Sweet." Sue turned on her anime openings playlist, and the two collectively managed to only slightly botch the lyrics for multiple songs on their way to a local family-owned Italian restaurant.

After placing their orders, the two sat down in a corner booth. April looked around the restaurant. "Not as much business nowadays, huh? I mean, I expected as much with the social distancing tape on half the tables and such, but not really to this extent. I mean, I'm 'order 14' today?"

"Well this is still their first week open since lockdown, and they haven't exactly been advertising their reopening." Sue looked out the window as a small family exited their car. "They're still getting business though, and it's a small town, so word will travel pretty quickly."

"I don't think you quite understand what a "small town" is."

"Eh, well jeez. It's not like I spent the first half of my life in New York or anything like that." Sue's sarcasm was audibly apparent.

"Speaking of... or well I guess it's less related than I was thinking, but how's the family been?"

A voice from the behind the counter shouted. "Order 15!"

Sue looked back. "That's mine. Hang on a sec." She soon returned with a plate of spaghetti with a side of breadsticks and a medium soda.

April looked at her plate. "We got the same thing. How is yours ready before mine?"

Sue shrugged. "I dunno. So... uh... right. Yeah, the family. Last I heard, mom and dad have been alright. Lockdown hit them pretty hard but they're staying strong."

The voice behind the counter shouted once more. "Order 14!"

April stood up. "Alright, that's me."

Sue waited for April to return before removing her mask to eat. "Alright. I'm digging in. I haven't had spaghetti since before Covid. Well... not real spaghetti."

"You talking about 'value brand canned spaghetti rings in pasta sauce' or have you gotten fancy enough for the name brand stuff?" April asked mockingly.

Sue was sure she nearly just choked on her garlic bread. She spoke, her mouth still stuffed. "It's affordable food!"

"Live fancy, Sue. You've got the money."

"I barely make enough as is."

"Last time you told me that we found out you were spending excessive amounts on games you never play."

"Hey, I've played most of them by now!"

"Most?"

Sue slouched. "Half. I've played half of them. I got the playtime to prove it."

"And how many of them say less than an hour?"

"I thought you were complaining about me spending too much time on videogames?"

"No, silly. I was complaining about you spending too much money on videogames. You've got way more income than you realize." April leaned back in her seat.

"You know as much as I, that I'm not gonna give up games."

"Heavens no. I'm saying; have you tried emulation?"

"You mean piracy? You mean... theft?" Sue raised an eyebrow.

"You can't steal what doesn't physically exist. No one's losing anything from it."

"Wait-wait-wait... how many games have you pirated?"

"Oh, hundreds."

"Mmm... and how many have you actually played?"

April crossed her arms. "Oh, now you're just playing dirty."

Sue laughed. The rest of their lunchtime was spent sharing memes and counting how many times the kid on the other side of the restaurant tried to climb over the tables.

The ride back home was fairly quiet, the silence only broken by April pointing to a bird and saying "bird" every now and then.

Sue was let out at her driveway. "Thanks for driving, I had fun."

"We should do this again sometime!" April chimed. "Be ready for more spontaneous lunches, just like the good ol' days."

"Oh that... I don't know if that will... eh..." Sue pondered. 'Should I tell her? If I don't, she'll just barge in or schedule something while I'm testing my powers... or regenerating from them. I can never say no to her and live to hear the end of it.'

"Something the matter?"

"Oh, no it's not... it's... ah... screw it. Come on inside for a sec, I've got something to show you."

"Oh, okay." April turned off her car and followed Sue through the front door. "Do you have a special somebody that you can't let anyone know about? Is that your secret?"

"No, April. It's not that. It's... It's difficult to explain." Sue closed the door behind April and double-checked the blinds.

"This isn't a kidnapping, is it?" April chuckled.

"No-no-no. Nothing like that... I just... You see... I've got this... eh... um..."

"Take your time."

Sue exhaled sharply. "So you know how um... some things can't be explained... or something like that?"

"Yeah, uh-huh, not really. No."

"So um... I've got this... party trick. I'll uh... I'll ease you into it." Sue grabbed her thumb, and slowly pulled it back beyond normal limits.

"Double jointed?"

"It's more than that." She then bent her wrist back so that the back of her hand touched her arm.

"Okay... impressive, but I don't see why you'd keep that a secret."

"I was getting to that."

"Alright, impress me more."

Sue sighed, then bent her elbow backwards.

"Geez woman, do you not have joints?" April teased.

"Not... really?" Sue straightened her arm out before twisting it multiple times.

"Okay... now I'm concerned. Does that even hurt?"

"No... I stopped feeling pain a few months ago."

"Have you seen a doctor?" April's voice switched to that of genuine concern.

"They'd just publicize my condition. I don't want this to go public."

"Why not? What, are you saying that you have real-life superpowers?"

"That's... You know, that's exactly what I'm saying."

April scoffed. "Okay... prove it. What makes this super? I mean, for all we know, it could be a birth defect."

"Well... Here goes nothing." Sue gripped a finger and slowly pulled, stretching it before stopping at about 10 inches.

April looked on in shock and disbelief.

"I can go further." Sue smirked.

"Well, d-don't!" April examined from multiple different angles. "T-that's your real finger?"

"Yep... you can feel to be sure."

April grabbed Sue's hand and began poking the stretched finger, then pulling and stretching a few more. She caught herself a few seconds later. "Oh, sorry! Can you even restore your form to like... normal?"

"Yes. Yes I can." Sue's fingers began to shorten back to their normal length. "And as far as I know, I can do this with my whole body."

"Holy crap... You really are a superhero."

"I... wouldn't really consider myself a hero. Besides, it's not like there's enough crime around here anyways... or supervillains."

"You know what I meant. I just..." April caught her breath. "This is amazing. I... I have to study it. And don't worry about me publicizing my findings. This'll remain our secret for... you know, like, however long you want! I've got to get my equipment set up at home so we can start as soon as possible!"

"I don't know how I feel about being experimented on."

"Oh, no don't worry. I legally can't do anything to you without your consent, and it's not like... radioactive chemical injections and tesla coil implants. It'll be mostly note-taking... and if, and only if you explicitly tell me to, I'll run experiments on some tissue samples. What you say goes."

"Well that's reassuring I guess. I've still got some work I need to finish today, so can we do no sooner than tomorrow?"

"Oh of course! It'll take me until... let's see... roughly tomorrow afternoon to get all of my testing equipment set up, and the carpet stripped in the living room."

"Oh, good. Take your time."

"Hell no. I want to start as soon as possible. Every second here is a second not preparing. So see you later!" April began to walk out the door.

"Oh, okay uh... bye then?"

April jogged past her car, forgetting it in Sue's driveway as she made a dash towards her home. "I'll call you when everything's ready!"

"Y-yeah... Sure! See you tomorrow! I guess..." Sue walked back inside and closed the door. 'Well, no turning back now. I hope this doesn't come back to bite me in the ass.' Sue halfheartedly finished her work over the course of the next few hours, distracted by the nagging thought of experimentation.

Sue ate a large, if late supper consisting mainly of ramen and leftover garlic bread before heading to bed early.

(Note: the kid back at the restaurant had tried to climb the tables a total of seven times and succeeded twice before falling off the table and crying like a little bitch.)