Dana eased her truncated body down off the chair with difficulty just after Jason closed the door to the apartment. "I’m going to get my legs on and then we’ll have some fun." Dana promised Rebecca.
"Is that a threat?" Rebecca asked as Dana picked up her pants containing her legs.
Dana started stripping he pants off. "Take it how you want," she said. "There." Now Dana’s legs were both bare. She lined up her left leg and left hip and pressed in on it. There was a pop as it reattached. "Almost done." Dana quickly lined up her other leg and attached it too. "There," she said and stood up.
Dana rolled her hips and shoulders, rotated her wrists and ankles, and twisted her head from side to side. "Good as new," she proclaimed, bouncing on her toes. Her boobs bobbed but didn’t fall off. "Now," she said, turning to Rebecca, "what to do with you?"
"You’d better not do anything bad," Rebecca warned. "Jason’s got my back."
"Yeah, too bad he’s not here. " Dana replied. She picked up Rebecca’s hips off the couch. Rebecca’s head rolled to the side.
"Hey! What are you going to do with those?? Rebecca asked.
Dana smiled and undid the button on Rebecca’s jeans. "I’ll start by taking your pants off. After all," Dana swept a hand down her front, "you took off my pants." She continued stripping Rebecca’s hips, unzipping her fly. Dana slid a hand down the back for Rebecca’s tight jeans and levered Rebecca’s hips out. They were sill encased and encasing a thong, baby blue, just like her bra.
"Tsk tsk Rebecca," Dana chided her sister. "You don’t wear underwear like this unless you’re planning on getting lucky. Were you planning on doing something with Jason tonight?"
Rebecca didn’t bat an eye. "Yes. We were going to get busy. Maybe even before we made it home," she said, her voice defiant.
"Well well," Dana replied. She slipped the sides of Rebecca’s panties up over her hips to form a handle to carry them by and grasped them in one hand. Dana dropped her hand down by her side, dangling Rebecca’s hips. She picked up Rebecca’s head in her other hand. "Come with me," she said. "I want to try something."
Dana carried Rebecca’s head and hips to the kitchen. "Are you thirsty Rebecca? I know pot does that. Would you like a drink?" she asked.
"Uhh, okay?" Rebecca was worried by her sister’s niceness. It wasn’t like her. Not that she was mean normally. She was just being overly nice.
"Alright," Dana said. She put Rebecca’s hips down on the counter and turned on the water. "I’ll hold your head and you can drink form the steam. It’ll save me washing a glass later." Dana didn’t wait for Rebecca’s reply; she just moved Rebecca’s head into the basin and held her mouth to the stream. Rebecca rapidly gulped some water down, still wondering at her sister’s game.
After a few moments Dana pulled Rebecca’s head out of the sink and placed it on the counter. "I’m kinda thirsty too," she stated as she retrieved a glass from the cupboard by the sink. Dana filled the glass with the cold water and took a big swig from it. "Ahh, cold and refreshing," she said; "maybe a little too cold." Dana turned the handle over to a more temperate setting. "I wouldn’t want to be cruel."
"What are you planning Dana?" Rachel asked, suddenly concerned about her helplessness.
"You said your stomach grew to the size of a basketball when Jason came in you, huh?" Dana asked. She tested the water with her fingers. "Ah, pleasantly warm."
"What are you planning Dana?" Rebecca repeated.
Dana picked up Rebecca’s hips again. "I wanna see you all swollen." She stripped Rebecca’s thong off and dropped it on the floor. "Woah! Welcome to the jungle!" Dana exclaimed upon seeing her sister’s pubic hair. "Geeze ‘becca, what happened? I thought you took care of yourself"
Rebecca blushed. "Dana! What the hell?"
"Oh be quiet," Dana replied. "It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before. We did share a room for the longest time, remember?"
"Yes but we’ve never stripped each other before," Rebecca protested.
Dana pouted. "You don’t want to play?" Rebecca paused before answering torn between her want to experiment and her reluctance to indulge in so deep a sexual experience with her sister. Dana, however, pounced on the pause. "You do want to play," she said insightfully, "just not with me? with Jason."
Rebecca tried to nod but all that happened was her neck in the living room waggled. "Yeah," she said instead.
"Would it help if I was naked too?" Dana asked. She put Rebecca’s hips down on the counter and before Rebecca could protest had pulled off her purple panties. "There, now that’s a groomed pussy." Dana said, indicating her landing strip.
Rebecca sighed. "It doesn’t help much Dana."
"But it does help." Dana continued. Rebecca couldn’t deny it; somehow having Dana naked as well made things easier. More like when they were younger and not fully developed; a time when they were both innocent and exploring.
"Alright. Fine." Rebecca relented. She suspected being high was affecting her decision, but didn’t care. Now that she had agreed, Rebecca was excited. "What’s your plan?"
"I thought I’d just do this the simple way," Dana said. She pushed Rebecca’s bare hips back so they rested on her ass. Dana turned off the water and pulled the spray faucet out. "I was going to take this and put it in here." Dana put the spray faucet against Rebecca’s labia and pushed.
Rebecca gasped as the faucet entered her vagina. It wasn’t enormous, but it was larger around than any penis save Jason’s. "I see," she said. "Next I suppose you’ll turn on the water?"
"You got it sis." Dana answered. With that she reached for the tap and opened it all the way. The water started hard, thrumming against the inside of Rebecca before it started fountaining out around the handle of the faucet.
"Akk!" Dana cried as the water splashed up out of Rebecca and into her face. "What the hell?" she asked rhetorically as she turned off the water.
"While that certainly felt nice, try holding my lips closed around the faucet," Rebecca suggested. "Jason was pretty huge. There was a good seal down there."
Dana pulled Rebecca’s labia tight around the handle of the faucet and turned on the water again; more slowly this time. "That’s the ticket." Rebecca encouraged. Dana eased the faucet all the way open. "There we go." Rebecca said.
The top of Rebecca’s hips began to dome. "I can feel it stretching me." Rebecca stated. Dana’s eyes grew wide and her mouth dropped open. "Mmm…. It feels really good. Maybe you can do this too."
"Holy sht. You really are blowing up. This is amazing." Dana said in awe and stared for a couple of minutes.
"That water is pushing out on every part of me," Rebecca moaned. "It’s not just the top of my hips. It’s my ass too. I can feel it growing. Look where my legs attach. I’m getting round there too. My pelvis is turning into a ball."
"You’re right," Dana said. "This is incredible. How big can you get?"
"I don’t know." Rebecca replied. "But if you push me too far and I pop you have to clean up."
"What do you mean by pop?" Dana asked, teasing Rebecca.
"Oh, either way I think." Rebecca replied.
After a few more minutes Rebecca’s pelvis suddenly contracted. "Whoa, what was that?" Dana asked alarmed.
"Don’t worry about it," Rebecca said, a smile on her face. The pressure in her vagina has just overcome her cervix and there had been a sudden rush of warm water into her womb which was located in the next section up on her body. "Just keep filling me here. I am enjoying this."
"Alright. I’ll fill you ‘till your hips are just a big ball." Dana said.
"That’s doesn’t seem so bad." Rebecca said. "We were almost there."
"Yes we were," Dana said. "But I didn’t’ say that was all I’d do."
"What else could you do?" Rebecca asked.
"Then I’m going to use you like a ball chair." Dana laughed. Rebecca laughed too.
"I’d probably be a pretty comfy one. " Rebecca admitted. "I mean, I know my ass is very comfortable."
"You’ll probably be like a waterbed." Dana suggested.
"That’s okay," Rebecca said dreamily. "Just put on a funny movie and I’ll be fine. Maybe we could have another joint."
"Speaking of which, I hope Jason gets back soon," Dana noted. "I want my cheezies. My munchies are fierce."
"Oh. I know what you mean," Rebecca said. "I don’t want him here just for the snacks though."
Dana smacked Rebecca on the ass cheek, causing a ripple to run over Rebecca’s entire pelvis. "Naughty girl." She admonished her.
"Oh, do that again." Rebecca said. "It felt cool. I bet this is what a water balloon feels like; if it could feel that is."
"Smack what I think is your ass?" Dana asked. "It’s getting hard to tell what part of you is what." Rebecca’s hips had lost all their definition. They had become two foot blob with two holes, one in front and one in back. "It’s a good thing I didn’t fill you in the sink. I don’t know if you’d fit, or if I’d be able to lift you out."
Rebecca felt a Dana tugging on her labia. "What are you doing Dana?" she asked.
"Just playing around," Dana replied. "I want to see if you can do something."
"What?" Rebecca asked.
"This" Dana said. She tightened her grip around the handle of the faucet and Rebecca’s labia. Slowly, she pulled. With not a pop but the sound of Velcro releasing, Rebecca’s vagina pulled off her pelvis leaving a patch of bare skin. Rebecca’s parts in the living room shuddered. She exhaled explosively and drew in a shuddering breath.
"Oh my god. Did you just cum?" Dana asked. Her face turned a deep red as she blushed.
Rebecca took a couple of breaths before answering. "Yeah. I did. I’ve been close for a little while. I couldn’t help myself anymore. Did you just pull my pussy off?"
"Yeah," Dana said. "I figures if parts of you like your arms and stuff can come off, maybe parts with less defined borders can come off too. You guys did say that he’d pulled your cervix out the other day."
Rebecca took another breath before replying. "It seems like they can. What are you doing now?"
"Nothing much," Dana replied, "fiddling." Rebecca felt Dana’s grip around her labia loosen. Water started to come out, splashing into the sink. Dana grasped Rebecca’s vagina at the top and bottom, pulling it straight. Rebecca gasped when she felt the bottom of her vagina slide up over the top of her lips and around back. She nearly came again when Dana pulled on both ends, tightening the knot she had tied. "There we go," Dana said, satisfied. She held up the faucet for Rebecca so see. The shiny satin finish handle now terminated in a small ball of flesh. "Now I can leave this here filling you up and we can go watch that funny movie you wanted."
"You have some of the best idea’s Dana." Rebecca complemented her. "I don’t know why I didn’t think of trying that."
"You’re not as naturally brilliant as me. " Dana chirped. Rebecca stuck her tongue out. Dana rubbed her hand together. "Now let’s get your ass to the living room," she said.
Dana reached over the blob of Rebecca’s hips and pulled. Rebecca’s hips slid on the counter to the edge. "Think this through Dana." Rebecca warned. "This had better not hurt."
"It won’t, I promise," Dana said confidently. "You’ll probably bounce like a rubber ball." She pulled a bit more on Rebecca’s hips then gravity took over.
Rebecca’s hips fell to the floor with a splat. They pancaked out to a circle three and a half feet wide, pushing Dana’s feet out from underneath her, then rebounded. Dana swore. Rebecca’s hips actually bounded off the floor a bit before Dana’s falling form crashed down upon them, once again squashing them out.
"Oh! Dana!" Rebecca cried. "Watch where you’re putting your hands."
"Ah. Eww…" Dana recoiled off her sister and quickly got to her feet. When Dana had fallen she had put her hands out on instinct. One of her hands had slipped into Rebecca’s stretched open anus. "God! I hope you wipe well," she said as she left for the bathroom to wash her hand.
Rebecca stifled her laughter as Dana washed her hands. She’d never had any back door action before but she assumed that most people didn’t start with a fist. Rebecca had heard from a couple of friends that the first time usually hurt, but once you got past the pain it wasn’t bad. Rebecca attributed her lack of pain to her ability to stretch. It hadn’t felt particularly good, but not bad either. She resolved that if Jason wanted to try something back there she’d let him.
Dana came out of the bathroom shortly toweling off her hands. "That was gross," she said. "Just to make sure that doesn’t happen again…" Dana pinched a bit of skin near Rebecca’s anus, making Rebecca yelp, and pulled. That same Velcro sound occurred and off came Rebecca’s ass hole. As it pulled off her body it returned to its regular size. Dana looked at the silver dollar sized piece of flesh distastefully as it dangled from her forefinger and thumb and put it in the sink. "There. No chance of anything going in there by accident again."
Rebecca had to laugh at her sister again. "The look on your face was priceless."
"Shut up ‘becca." Dana said. She put a foot on Rebecca’s hips and rolled them towards the living room like a large, heavy, soccer ball. She picked up her sister’s head and held it up in front of her face. "Or don’t and see what I’m going to do," she threatened.
"Now you’ve got me curious." Rebecca said as Dana rolled her hips along the floor again. "Whatcha gonna do?"
Dana gave Rebecca’s still filling hips one last shove so they rolled through the door into the living room. "This," Dana said. She pinched the edge of her sister’s lips and pulled them off her face. Quickly, she tied them in a square knot, and slapped them back on.
"Mmm mm mmmm!" Rebecca tried to speak.
"Can’t hear ya’ sis." Dana said cheerfully. She walked into the living room and stopped in her tracks. "What the hell is that?"
By the table, where Rebecca’s parts lay somewhat scattered was a second large sphere. Rebecca tried to respond. "Mm’m mm mmmm."
"Is that your belly? Is that what happened when your hips shrank a while ago?" Dana was puzzled, then had a eureka moment. "A-ha!" she cried, "Your vagina is in your hips. Your womb is in your belly."
"Mmm." Rebecca agreed.
"Cooool." Dana said. She rolled Rebecca’s hips over near her belly. The two pieces of Rebecca were now nearing two and a half feet wide each. Dana picked up Rebecca’s slightly scattered pieces and put them in a pile on the couch. She had just placed Rebecca’s head on the cushion as well when her cellphone gave a strange ring. "That must be Jason, returning with our snacks," she declared.
Dana picked her phone off the side table, flipped it open pressed a button on the keypad and closed it again. "He should be here any minute," Dana said. "Good thing too. I’m getting really hungry and feel like having another smoke. Wouldn’t want him to miss out." Rebecca made a noise of agreement.
Dana’s phone gave the same strange ring again. Rebecca arched an eyebrow at her sister. "Maybe he missed the buzz." Dana suggested. She flipped open her phone again, pressed the button again and told Jason to come on up.
A few moments later the noise in the hallway started.
Jason had calmed down since leaving the store. The cool air helped clear his head as it had on the way to the store. It also helped that his clothes were shredded so he was all but naked. After hiding while a couple of police cars sped by (on their way to the convenience store he hoped) he started making his way back to Dana’s building, trying to avoid being seen. As he walked he washed the blood off his hands with snow. He’d been given more than a couple of odd looks form the few other people out whom he hadn’t hidden successfully from.
He was shivering as he approached his destination and his stomach growled. Since he’d left the store he had a growing hunger for something, anything really. He’d been following another person for the last couple of blocks, trying to stay out of sight. The person went into the same building he was aiming for. Jason cursed. He was freezing.
He wasn’t hulked out like before anymore. As his muscles left he felt the elements more. Now, at his regular size, his toes and fingers were getting numb. The breeze cut him to the bone. Throwing caution to the wind Jason followed the man quickly.
The door into to building proper from the foyer closed just as Jason entered the front doors. The heat of the building was very welcome. He quickly dialed Dana’s apartment number. It rang once before the buzzer buzzed and Dana’s voice came from the speaker. "Come on up Jason."
Jason quickly opened the door into the main stairwell and looked around. Seeing nobody, he jogged up the three floors to Dana’s apartment. At the end of the hall he saw the man that had been ahead of him. It looked like he was in front of Dana’s apartment. Jason was confused, he paused.
When the man pulled out a stun gun Jason acted. His muscles bunched again, quickly swelling. He shouted and hurled the plastic bag down the hall towards the man. Powerful leg muscles propelled him after the flying sac. Jason’s anger increased as he closed the distance between himself and the man, as did the mass of his muscles.
The distance between Jason and the man was great enough that the man to react. Given the speed that the bag was flying with his reaction time was none the less impressive. The bag impacted the wall at the end of the hallway. Chips and cheezies sprayed all over the place. The soda bottle burst open sending Sprite everywhere. Then Jason was upon the man.
His first punch missed its target. The man was fast. He brought the stun gun around and gave Jason a jolt on his extended arm. Jason grunted as his arm spasmed and lost feeling from his elbow down. The man pressed his advantage and swung the stun gun towards Jason’s torso.
Jason leapt back out of harm’s way, flexing his tagged arm. The paresthesiatic tingling was distracting, but already fading. The electric shock had affected his muscle mass in that limb too. It had almost instantly shrunken to it high size. The man cagily took step towards Jason, stun gun in front. Jason retreated again beneath a flickering fluorescent light, not giving much ground, but staying out of the man’s reach. He thought he heard Rebecca call his name, but it was hard to tell with the blood pounding in his ears.
The instant rage Jason had felt at seeing the man about to attack the girls had subsided a bit. As it did, his inhuman strength receded as well. That rage though was replaced with a more cool headed anger that kept him stronger than most men. Now Jason was not just reacting, this guy was too good for that. Now Jason was quickly planning an attack.
The man struck again, leading with a punch. Jason stood his ground. He deflected the punch and twisted out of the way of the stun gun. The man leapt back when he returned with an elbow on his still slightly tingling arm. The shrunken muscles were starting to grow again. Jason hit the wall, cracking the drywall.
Warily, the man slowly advanced. Jason grudgingly gave ground, very conscious of the stun gun. The tingling in his arm was gone now and his muscles were getting back up to size. The man jumped forwards and shot out a foot. Jason took it on his arm. It pushed him back a bit. A fist came shortly after. Jason ducked out of the way. Before the stun gun could be brought to bear Jason gave the man a shove, forcing him back a couple of steps. Jason realized he had to attack while the man was off balance.
Jason jumped and grabbed the flickering light fixture. He pulled the screws holding it up out of the ceiling and snapped the wires as he threw it at the man. The man’s guard was up. His arms rose, blocking the light fixture, fluorescent tubes shattering on his forearms. He even got a leg up to block Jason’s follow up knee. Regardless, Jason did connect. There was a crunch form the man’s thigh and he was forced back.
Without giving the man time to react, Jason followed his knee with a hook to the side of the man’s chest. As he threw the punch, Jason imagined what might have become of the girls had he not gotten there in time. The rage returned, burning hotter than before. From when his knee connected to the time the hook punch connected, Jason had added half again to his mass. When the punch, thrown by the now 500 pound Jason connected, there was no doubt as to the lethality of the blow.
Jason’s hand broke though the man’s ribs like matchsticks and intruded nearly wrist deep into the space normally reserved for lungs. The force plucked the man off his feet like a rag doll. The door to Dana’s apartment didn’t stand a chance. The man’s body ripped its hinges from the doorframe. The impact cracked the ribs on the other side of the man’s chest, but didn’t stop his limp form from flying most of the way across the living room in front of the startled and frightened girls, and skidding half way through the kitchen door to leak blood on the linoleum.
"What the hell was that?" Dana asked when she heard the shout from the hallway. "That sounded like Jason." Then came the crash of the bottle of sprite exploding against the wall and a grunt of pain. "What the fuck is going on out there?" Dana asked.
Rebecca looked worried. "MMMMM!"
Dana looked down at her head. She quickly tore Rebecca’s lips off again and untied them. "Jason!" Rebecca shouted before Dana had even put her lips back on her face.
There was a shuffling noise form the hall. Dana reapplied Rebecca’s lips. "What the hell do you think is happening?" she asked.
"I don’t know." Rebecca replied. "Whatever is happening though, I know Jason’s out there."
A few grunts came from the other side of the wall, then the wall shuddered. A picture fell off its hook. "It sounds like a rhino is fighting out there," Dana said.
"Maybe Jason got his muscles back," Rebecca suggested. She flinched at the crash of the light bulbs and the following thump. There wasn’t even a second before the door was ripped form its hinges.
Both Dana and Rebecca watched slack jawed as the broken body of the man flew through the air between them and the television. He landed with a thud and skidded partway through the kitchen door. Both girls looked back to the doorway where the heavily muscled Jason stood, chest heaving.
"Dayum." Dana said, taking in his muscles and noting the meaty pendulum between his legs reached his calves.
"Oh my god, Jason. Are you alright?" Rebecca asked. His heavily muscled form was more than twice the size it was normally was and naked as a jaybird.
"I’ll be fine," he said. He entered the apartment and came to the couch He took Rebecca’s head from Dana. "Are you two alright? Nothing happened while I was out?"
"No, we’re fine." Rebecca reassured him as Dana rose from the couch. She approached the man lying in the kitchen door. Her face grew pale as she took in the grizzly scene. Trepidatiously, she gave him a light kick. There was no reaction. She took a better look as him and saw his obliterated chest and she gasped.
Dana backpedaled. "You killed him," she cried.
Jason sighed. His muscles were shrinking again now that he knew the girls were safe. "Probably. I think I also killed two people at the store."
"What the hell happened Jason?" Rebecca demanded.
"They tried to take me; to take us. One of the people at the store was that cop," he explained.
"You killed a police officer?" Dana asked, aghast.
"No. I killed a Nazi observer," Jason said with conviction. "I was protecting us."
"We should call mom and Robert," Rebecca said. "Dana, turn the water off would you? I’m getting a bit bloated." Her two inflating segments were each three feet around now. Robotically, Dana went to the kitchen to do as she was bid. "Bring back out my pieces too. We have to get ready," Rebecca added.
Jason pulled out his phone and dialed Carmella’s number and held the phone so Rebecca could talk to her.
Detective David Branson sighed. The scene that had greeted him at the convenience store was certainly puzzling. It didn’t seem possible for the injuries caused to the man and woman to be caused by a person the size of the other customer the clerk described. Granted, his description was quite lacking, but given that he’d been stunned and what the woman had been wearing, that was understandable. The fact that the store camera had failed as the door was opening to admit the other customer was not only suspiciously convenient, but it made him impossible to identify.
The ambulance had loaded to two victims and was pulling away as the paramedics examined the still dazed clerk. He kept mumbling about ‘hulking up’, whatever that meant. Detective Branson shook his head. There wasn’t much to go on. The two victims definitely weren’t talking, and probably wouldn’t be for a couple of days, if they even survived. It was strange that one of them was dressed like a police officer.
His radio beeped and dispatch called his name. David sighed and picked up the mike. "Dispatch, this is Detective Branson. Waddaya got for me?"
The radio crackled. "We have reports of an assault with a fatality near your location."
"Goddammit." David swore; now his quiet evening was definitely gone. He activated the mike again. "Alright, there’s nothing much happening here anymore. What’s the location?" As dispatch rattled off the address David walked to his car. He instructed the officers to lock-down the scene before leaving.
The hallway outside of the apartment was a mess. Chips, cheezies, and pop covered the floor, walls and ceiling at the end of the hall. A torn bag from the convenience store lay on the ground. Shattered glass covered the floor and a mangled light fixture lay in the middle of the hall. David took pictures before proceeding through the scene to the apartment with no door.
Inside the apartment were two girls that made David wish he was twenty years younger, and a young man who seemed slightly uncomfortable in ill-fitting clothes. They were being talked to by uniforms each in a different corner of the room. The apartment reeked of pot, but he ignored it. Across the living-room was the corpse.
Before talking to anybody, David crossed the room to look at the corpse. He gave a low whistle when he surveyed the damage done. He looked back to the front door with the shattered frame and estimated the distance at fifteen feet. He took a picture of the corpse and the door and the whole apartment.
The two girls knew nothing. Talking to Jason proved productive. He explained what had happened at the convenience store. Apparently Rebecca and he had been stalked for the past couple of months. Rebecca corroborated his story, and it checked out in their local stations records. He said a blind rage took over in the shop and again at the apartment. David doubted that was all there was too it, but with no witnesses there was only so much he could do.
Jason repeated his story at the station, pleading ignorance at all the more detailed questions. David ground his teeth. He was being stonewalled and there was nothing he could do about it. He had tried to hold Jason but the store clerk had maintained that the woman at the store had attacked unprovoked backing up Jason’s claim of self-defence, so that was a wash. A layer sent by Rebecca’s mother injected enough doubt into what had happened to make sure that a charge of aggravated assault wouldn’t be levered against him.
David leaned back in his chair at his desk. Things didn’t add up. The bad guys were the ones hurt; he didn’t have a problem with that; but the story exactly hold water. How had those people been beaten so badly? What had happened to the bullets that had been discharged? why were they just sitting on the floor of the shop seemingly not having hit anything? What about the unexplained bits of fabric?
David desk phone rang. He answered it. It was the hospital. The ambulance carrying the two attackers form the convenience store had never arrived. One of the paramedics had just called in from a payphone and reported the ambulance stolen. David thanked the hospital and hung up the phone. This was an interesting twist in a puzzling case.
Hazel leaned back in her chair and put the file she was holding down on the table beside her. Inside it was the police report form the incident the week before that had ended very badly for two of her agents and fatally for one. It seemed that Jason’s ability had manifested itself in an unfortunately spectacular manner. Krista and Brady had been acquired and taken to their stateside lab for treatment and recovery. Krista was conscious and her bones had knit well. Brady was kept in a coma while his brain recovered from the bruising.
There was an unopened envelope on the table as well. Hazel didn’t want to open that one. She knew what it was. Her superiors preferred to do things out of the lime light. They did not like failure, especially public failure. Hazel did have some friends but this would cost her valuable capital. Her next manoeuvres would have to be planned carefully.
Hazel took a big swallow from the wine glass beside her and placed it back on the table. She undid the series of buckles at her waist and opened her corset, sighing as she did so. Her loose skin relaxed and drooped, no longer constrained by the tight leather. She started unfastening the buttons on her blouse. Her skin had never recovered from her incident in the desert. She was disappointed, not because she was now a freak (thought the people working in the labs assured her they could fix her with more gene therapy), but more because the therapy hadn’t fully worked.
In truth, Hazel found her new body strangely fascinating. While her skin was apparently not as resilient as Carmella’s had been, nor as expandable, it was not without its own enjoyment. It was truly interesting to be able to see within herself. She finished unbuttoning her blouse and pulled it off. Her loose flesh draped off her shoulders like a cloak. Her breasts had never reformed after being absorbed by her belly. Her nipples had returned as little more than small bumps instead of the half inch puffy protuberances they were before situated slightly above the level with where her belly button should have been. Her belly button now rested in her lap, halfway down her thighs.
Hazel slapped her hands down on the arms of her chair and pushed herself up. She reached under her sagging skin and unbuckled the belt on her pants. Quickly, she unfastened the button and zipper as well and pushed her pants and panties down. Her loose skin sagged lower. It hung down her thighs like a summer dress, ending just above her knees. Hazel stepped out of the clothes at her feet. She found clothes very confining in her new body. She preferred letting her skin hang loose; sweat didn’t build up in the myriad of wrinkles the way is did when everything was forced back into a more human shape. She found that she did have to keep her kegels flexed or her womb had an unfortunate tendency to fall outside of her skin. That was something she could do without. It was very embarrassing.
The sealed envelope sat on the table beside her chair. Hazel picked it up and looked at it, flipping it over in her hands. She decided not to open it. Instead she walked over to the fireplace with the fire crackling away in it. Hazel crouched down in front of the fire and fed the unopened envelope to the flame. She was done being subservient.
Hazel pushed herself to her feet. Tomorrow she would contact a few of her close friends in the project. She grabbed the bottle of wine she had opened earlier and proceeded to the bathroom. She would get Carmella, and Rebecca, and Dana, and Jason; then the others. Hazel smiled grimly. She took the hand held shower head out of its holder and started to unscrew it form the end of the hose. She would have her revenge, but not before she had a small bit of pleasure here, tonight.