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“It’s about time,” a male voice said just as someone snapped their fingers right in front of her face.
Disoriented, Aila struggled to open her eyes, but it seemed impossible. Her eyelids were just so heavy, like window shutters that had been weighted down or blocked off in preparation for a storm…
And a storm was pretty much what she felt inside of herself, a mixture of emotions and sensations and things she couldn’t make sense of both mentally and physically.
“Yes, I was starting to wonder if she was even going to come around,” a voice she vaguely recognized said right next to her.
Mr. Everstein.
It was the man from the interview, the man who had been responsible for this, and indignation and fear alike made her able to react.
She forced her eyes open with a sudden boost of energy, and she tried to sit up — only to realize immediately that she’d been strapped down to a bed. It wasn’t a comfortable bed, either; of course, neither was the one she had at home, which was probably why it hadn’t even occurred to her that she might be somewhere else.
She flexed her fingers but couldn’t even lift her wrists — or her elbows, or knees, or ankles. The only part of her that didn’t seem to be secured so heavily was the area between her breasts and upper thighs.
As she came to completely, Aila had to blink against harsh white lights, had to breathe through the scent that was so distinctly hospital-like, but even then, she couldn’t focus on what was going on. She was naked, which should’ve been the primary concern, but more than that… She was devastated that they were seeing her in her “true” form.
Maybe she’d liked being seen as voluptuous and big-breasted even more than she’d let herself consider. Now she was back to being a stick figure and little more, except…
“Are you sure you want her to be awake during this procedure?” the other male voice asked doubtfully. “It isn’t exactly customary for them…”
“Oh, yes. This is the first time we’re working from a near-skeleton,” Everstein said, with a bit of a sneer on his face that made his handsome face look less so. “She’s so thin and flat that it almost doesn’t seem worth it. I’m still not sure she’s going to take to it, but the shareholders want to see if this can be applied to anyone. Special interests and all.”
“Wh—” Aila tried to speak, but her jaw was stretched wide in an ‘O’ around some sort of wide gag that left her mouth wide open.
“Don’t try to talk,” the other man — the doctor — warned her. “You need to be very still, or this will be even more uncomfortable for you.”
Even more uncomfortable.
Great.
The last thing she’d expected when deciding to take this job was being taken somewhere to be tortured. She didn’t understand what they were talking about — some procedure, something that might hurt her, and Everstein didn’t even care.
Bastard.
Her eyes slid closed, but a pat to her cheek was enough to get her to open them again. “You should watch, Daisy,” Everstein said.
Daisy? What the fuck was he talking about? What was she even supposed to watch?
The doctor came close to her with a needle, and she tried to flail — for all the good that did with how firmly she’d been secured to the table. “Stay still,” he said. “If I miss, this won’t go very well for you.”
Miss? Miss what?
“It is the first experiment,” Everstein commented. “But yes, I want to see things go off perfectly.”
Aila didn’t necessarily want the doctor to miss, whatever that meant, and if this — whatever this was — was going to happen, she didn’t want to make it worse for herself.
“Good,” the doctor said in approval, and he went so far as to brush a hand across her forehead to brush away some of her hair. “Now hold still.”
That big needle got closer to her chest, and she realized too late that it was going in her breast.
Well.
She’d been sort of right, and sort of wrong, because the doctor grabbed her by the breast and shoved the needle right into the middle of her nipple. She squealed in pain, trying to thrash, but he kept hold of her breast as he forced the contents of the syringe into her.
She didn’t think she’d ever felt that much pain before, and the way it ravaged her body was like nothing she’d felt before. It felt like something was reaching out from inside of her, something that was… rearranging her molecules, or whatever that was supposed to mean — she’d heard that in some sci-fi movie — and leaving her like this.
“Did it work?” Everstein’s voice came from the distant background.
“We won’t know for at least five minutes,” the doctor said, and before Aila could protest, a second needle was right there against her right breast. Liquid fire filled her up all over again, and she wailed in pain around the O-ring in her mouth.
Five minutes.
What was going to happen in five minutes?
Could she even survive that long?
“Those are only the first two of the injections,” the doctor went on, as though she wasn’t trying not to scream. “Those should start the breast growth, then… Well, the other formulas will be administered orally. The feeding will go right down her throat and start to work from the inside. We’ve found that works better for—”
Another wave of pain wracked through her, and she let out another garbled scream.
“Is this normal?” Everstein asked, somewhere in the distance after her scream died down.
“Well, they’re usually drugged for this part of it,” the doctor said. “But I think this reaction is… a bit on the extreme side. Still. Three more minutes, maybe, and we’ll see how it worked.”
Three minutes.
What the fuck was supposed to happen?
Aila wasn’t sure she wanted to know.
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