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Fredrick crossed his arms. "How long does it take to get a working sample ready?"
Martha gulped. "I'm sorry, sir. Things have been a bit delayed since Rebecca umm. . ." She ran her hands through her dark hair. "Well. . ."
Fredrick tapped his foot on the ground. "Since Rebecca what?"
Martha laughed painfully. "Since she went home a few days ago, and some of the prototypes were, umm, missing."
He grabbed Martha by the collar of her lab coat. "How many samples?"
"Umm. . . all of them, sir, except the one I am working on. How she got them, I don't know. Some were not even in her department."
"Ughhhhh!" Fredrick dropped her and slammed his hand against the wall. "Dammit. Do people think they can just take these things home like they are some. . . Ughhh! This is serious work." He turned and narrowed his eyes. "What about you? How is your work coming along?"
"Umm. . ." Martha turned around and looked at the computer. "I might have a sample ready to test here."
"Good."
"But we don't have any volunteers, sir. Who wants to put this experimental drug into their system that could do gods know what?"
Fredrick crossed his arms and tapped his fingers. "I need results, and I need them now, Martha. We are on the verge of the biggest business venture this world has ever seen. If you can't get any volunteers, then you will test this on yourself."
"But—
"No buts." He turned around. "I won't settle for my company not being able to corner the market on this." He formed his hand into a fist. "Potion's R Us will not get the better of me. I will show that crazy magical, filled store of nonsense that science can and will prevail. I will make them obsolete. I will. . ." He looked at Martha. "Ugh, never mind. Just get me the results I want." He walked to the door. "You will be working here until you test your prototype. Understand."
She gulped. "Yes, sir."
"Good. I will give you a great bonus for when the job is done." He smiled. "I am counting on you." He walked out of the room.
Martha gulped. "This is insane. Fredrick is insane." She turned to look at her computer. "And I thought working with giantess blood would be the extent of the craziness I had to put up with here." She sighed. "I need to find a willing test subject and fast." She shook her head. "The serum is ready, but I just. . . I just can't." She looked down at the floor. "Can I?" She tapped her fingers on the side of the table. "If this works, I could possibly grow to the same size as that giantess I helped to take a blood sample from. But if it doesn't. . ." She shook her head. "I don't want to think about that. Ughh."
She walked over to the container with the prototype and opened the case. "Well. . ."
She pulled out the syringe. "Well, I guess since Fredrick is forcing me to stay until I give him results. . ." She sighed. "Hmm, I wouldn't mind a bit of a height increase." She closed her eyes and injected the serum into her arm. "Oww. Christ." She took a deep breath. "I wish I had time to find a volunteer. I hate shots."
She set the syringe on the table. "Ok, well, I guess I'll wait and see what happens."
Martha crossed her arms. "Though I am not sure how I am supposed to monitor my own vitals for this. I should have thought this through a bit more. Hmmm." She tapped her fingers as minutes passed, and nothing happened. Eventually, Martha formed her hands into fists and cried out. "Why isn't this working." She hurried over to her computer. "I studied Sarah's blood extensively. This should be causing a chain reaction in my body to make some kind of cellular growth which should lead to the rest of my body following suit. Why isn't this working?"
She dragged her hand across her face. "Well, I guess I am going to have to start over from square fucking one." She grabbed her cell phone. "Hello? Fredrick? I'm sorry to be giving you some bad news, but the prototype doesn't work."
"What! What kind of nonsense is this?"
She wiped the sweat from her brow. "I'm sorry, sir. I tested it on myself, and there hasn't been any kind of reaction."
"How long will it take you to get a new prototype ready for testing?"
"Not for another week or so. I need to figure out what went wrong and start this process all over again. I can't do this in one night like you want me to." She sighed. "I have to go home, sir, and get some rest. Think this over."
"Then get going. Get that rest. I want this done as quick as I can. And while you are out, find Rebecca. Find the other samples." He hung up.
Martha shook her head. "What does he think I do around here? Dance to his every whim?" She took a deep breath. "Why is it so hot in here?" She sat down in her chair. "Did Carl turn up the humidity or something? Just because we are getting into the holiday season isn't an excuse to try and make me sweat." She shook her head. "I am going to have to have a talk with him. A serious talk."
Her swivel chair moaned as she put her elbow on the table. "Hmm. Is this thing getting old or something? I didn't think I was mistreating it that much." As she looked down, she felt the sides of the chair pressed against her hips. "Oww. What is going on?" Martha winced as her shoes tightened, squeezing her feet. "Ughhh. Seriously." She looked at her computer as it slowly shrank. "You have to be kidding me. My serum. It's working." She laughed. "I did. . . fuck!"
Her toes burst through her shoes. "Ohhh god." She gripped the side of her chair and moaned. "I didn't expect it to feel like this." Martha took deep breaths as her nipples hardened. "How does that Sarah lady deal with this. Fuck."
She took deep breaths as her hips pushed the chair's armrests outward. "My growing body just feels so. . . good." She smiled as her feet burst through her shoes. "Ohhh." Martha flexed her toes. "That is so much better. Now, if I can just. . . break this chair." She winced as the chair groaned in agony against her swelling hips before finally snapping apart. "Yes!"
Her eyes widened as it snapped beneath her new weight. "Opps." She giggled. "Well then."
She made her way to her feet and dusted herself off. "At least this lab coat is loose fitting." She sighed as she held her arms out in front of her. "Or it was." The sleeves of her outfit now clung tightly to her arms as her coat began to press against her sensitive skin. "Ohh, if this gets any tighter. . ." She moaned. "I don't know what I am going to do." She closed her eyes. "My pants are bad enough."
Martha shook her head as she looked at the door. "I need to focus. Ohhh. If I keep growing, I will be trapped in here." Her nipples began to push against her bra. "Ugh, and I don't need to be stuck growing in this room." She giggled. "Though it could be. . ." She slammed her hands on her legs. "No, no. Stop it." Her head brushed against the ceiling. "Just because everything is so very, very sensitive right now doesn't mean I should give into temptation and become trapped. I need to get out of here."
Martha fell onto her hands and knees. "If I squeeze through that door, I should be able to exit the building before things get too out of hand." She moaned as her pants began to rip apart. "There is a window in the next room that I can break and jump down to the street. I am only on the first floor, after all."
She crawled across the floor and up to the door. Using her enlarged hand, she pushed the door open, but with her new strength, she knocked the oak door off its hinges. "Opps."
She giggled. "Well, I guess that means more room for me." She pushed her head and shoulders through. "I will just have to blame this on Rebecca as well. I don't need Fredrick finding out I wrecked his door growing like this." Her pants suddenly ripped apart, the release of pressure bringing a smile to her face and causing her to kick out. "Ohh, yes. Finally." Martha winced as she heard a loud crash behind her. When she turned her head to see what it was, she noticed she had just smashed her computer. "Oh fuck. That isn't good."
She turned her head. "Well, I will worry about that later. But, for now, I have to. . ." She winced as she felt the door frame tighten against her hips. "Oh nooo. Ohhhh!"
The growing pressure caused her to moan. "Ohh fuck I need to do something." She dragged her hand across the ground, ripping the carpet out of the floor. "Ugh, this feels so good." The fabric on her lab coat began to tear apart. "Ok, think. Ohh, think." She put her elbows on the ground and tapped her feet on the ceiling in the other room. "What am I going to do?"
"Let's see. I get the reports to Barry and—" Carl looked up to see Martha's enlarged form. "Holy conolie." He threw the papers in his hands into the air. "That giantess they had locked up escaped."
