Sorry, took me a while to get back to this! Will April be able to be taken seriously at her job? Find out. Emma Stone as Irma. Please review!
April had a very strange and heavy sleep, so heavy in fact that she slept in the next day and completely missed work. She would have passed the whole night at the warehouse as a nightmare brought on by some bad Chinese food but looking through her phone once she came to confirmed her late night shenanigans. She needed to get this to the editor, Bernadette immideatly and also feed her cat.
"Hi, April!" the nerdy secretary, Irma greeted when April walked in not looking a hot mess.
"Hi, Irma!" April was in a hurry, no time for small talk, this could make or break her.
"I really liked watching you in that exercise segment," she blushed, "Going up and down on the trampoline."
April had no time to let this register, "That's great, Irma but I'm in a rush, talk to you later!"
Irma watched her run off to find Bernadette; she sighed longingly after her.
"You're fired!" Bernadette, the editor and chief shouted at her before she could so much as get a word in.
"But! But...," April tried to explain hastily.
"You were supposed to deliver me a story on saving the old youth Centre a week ago! Its been torn down! You miss work yesterday because of a hangover and you tell me stories about ninjas in a warehouse doing experiments on animals?" The heavy black woman huffed.
"Ok look, first I wasn't hungover from partying it was something, that Mutagen and maybe instead of telling you the stuff about the ninjas I should've just shown you the video."
"Mm-hmm," She was just about done with her, April was promising mainly because she was a pretty face and for the most part non-threatening. She walked around her office and April followed.
"Please, Bernadette, just give me another chance! I can show you I'm more than just fluff pieces! I am a professional journalist woman!"
Bernadette rolled her eyes and grabbed a folder, "Listen, O'Neil, if you ever want to be taken seriously in this business then you're going to need to grow up...," she turned to her and saw April in the middle of shoving a chocolate donut in her mouth, "Hey! Did I say you could eat my food?"
April's mouth was so full she could barely talk, she shook her head and said, "N-rry. M-a- sill-ired?"
"Yes you're still fired! Pack up your stuff and get out of here!"
April swallowed some, "Do...ou h-ve anny m-ilk?"
"Get out of here!" Bernadette threw a donut at her. April high tailed it out of the room. On April's run out of the room she bumped into her cameraman, Vernon.
"Ernon!"
"O'Neil!" He saw the chocolate from the donut around her lips, "You've got a little something..."
She punched him in the chest, "Erk!"
"Hey, what the hell?"
Irma came by and handed a small carton of 1% milk to April, "Here you are, April, I heard you might be needing this."
April was so angry at Vernon that she didn't even acknowledge Irma, she just grabbed and squeezed the carton, chugging it and wiping her mouth with her sleeve.
"You should've come with me to the warehouse last night!"
"No way I was going to some abandoned building late at night just for sone story! Did you actually go alone?"
"I handled myself perfectly fine thank you! But I guess no one at this station cares about truthful journalism!" April continued.
"I do, April," Irma smiled.
April smiled back at Irma for a second, "Thank you, Irma!" She turned back to Vernon and gave him a dirty look. "Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to apply at Channel 9."
"Ha!" Vernon stopped himself short; Channel 9 was always last in the ratings but it looked like April was ready to kill Vernon for mocking her.
April was starting to feel bloated no doubt from the dairy but this was acting fast, she held onto her sides. "I better get going...before...I do something...I regret..." She ran for the washroom.
"Dammit, I'm going to regret this," Bernadette was having a sudden change of heart, she was young once, maybe she could guide April.
When she turned that corner of the office she was charged by the young reporter and pushed into the women's bathroom. "April! What the hell are you doing?!"
"I'm sorry, I...," April was feeling a pain in her chest, she ripped open her shirt revealing her breasts almost up to a D cup.
Bernadette was leaning back onto the sink in horror as April came at her, "What the fuck, O'Neil?!"
"It's not my fault!" April winced, "I've got to..." April was about to collapse on top of Bernadette but managed to hold herself up.
It was at that moment that security rushed in and caught April in a very compromising positions. They escorted the delirious woman out of the building for all of her former coworkers to see.
"Get the fuck out of here!" One of the security guards said, shoving her.
April tried to get back inside, making a poor attempt at trying to tackle the two heavy set men. The other guard pushed her back sending her on the curb, "Don't come back you crazy skank!"
"I'm not crazy!" April whined, grasping at her chest, "You'll regret throwing me out just because you're afraid of the truth!"
The guards just passed her off as a loon and went back inside. "Too bad. She was actually really hot," one of them mumbled.
"Yup, of course she had to be a complete nutjob."
April didn't know what to do now. She was on her own. 'I suppose I'll never get an important job like that again. Way to go, O'Neil now you'll be lucky to get work giving hand jobs in a back alley.'
She went into a bar, still in some pain; her yellow jacket zipped up to hide her growing breasts.
"What'll it be?" The bartender asked.
"Whiskey," she answered, holding her head up at the bar.
"Are you sure, kid?" He asked realizing how early it was and the state she was in.
April slammed her hand down. "I'm not a kid!"
He relucuntly gave her a shot of whiskey. She threw it back, letting it burn down her throat. "Another," she ordered.
As he started to pour her a new glass a fire truck drove outside past the window, followed by the police. April wanted to ignore it but her reporter sense was tingling. She took the last shot and ran outside.
An old apartment caught fire, April pushed her way through the crowd and looked up high. There were people still trapped on the top floors of the 15 story building. She was getting those pains again, something had to come out like a chestburster from the movie Alien. She started to feel wet like she was lactating which would be impossible but then she remembered that the Mutagen probably did a bunch of things to her. The firefighters needed help but if her theory was correct she didn't want people to know it was her with the big bazongas shooting milk everywhere. She ran up to a woman with a yellow scarf and snatched it.
"Hey!"
April leaped over the police barricade, scarf tied around her head. She opened up her jacket despite objections from police as they held the crowd back. Her breasts swelled up and like two broken fire hydrants, milk shot out from her large nipples at an alarming speed. The spray of milk was doing a much better job at putting out the flames at the top levels of the building.
Everyone around her cheered. When she was out of milk she fled and hid in the alley behind the bar. She could hear people talking about the mystery woman. No one would ever believe it was her now...but that didn't mean she couldn't steal this story from her old job.
She walked out nonchalant into the crowd with her hands in her pockets. "What happened?"
Of course everyone knew her from TV so they crowded around to give their statement. "There was this woman with these huge tits putting out the fire! She was wearing a yellow jacket just like yours!"
April cringed, "Ha ha," she filmed everyone's interviews on her phone. She managed to get back to her apartment and upload it to youtube, getting the story up before any of the major networks got their hands on it. She even closed the story, filming herself as a middle finger to Channel 6.
"Who was this mystery woman with those powerful jugs? I'll keep you updated, citizens of New York! Until then this is April O'Neil out!"
Feeling good about herself for doing that story it was time to get back to what mattered. She thought about posting it, but realized she could get into a lot of trouble so maybe taking the video to the police would be better; posting a video for job revenge was one thing.
April didn't notice that she got a comment on her video.
Irma sat at the front desk in Channel 6 watching April's video repeatedly. "Whoa! Now there's a woman!"
Of course there were more nefarious forces watching and it could mean a lot of trouble for the new crime fighter.
To be continued. More Irma next time!