April feeds off the recent fame and gets some unwanted attention. More Irma in this chapter, inspired by Emma Stone in The House Bunny. Please review!

Karai with a bandaged head walked down a long dark tunnel; it was part of her master's underground lair. She was humiliated after being defeated, a skilled warrior taken out by some clumsy reporter with a body that could change shape.

At the end of the tunnel was a big steel door. She unlocked it by applying her palm flat on a scanner. She was granted access but moved very slowly knowing that her failure the previous night would mean a vengeful and angry boss.

"You wanted to see me, Master Shredder?"

Master Shredder sat in a chair facing large LED screens. He never turned to say anything to her, she was only able to talk to the back of his bald head.

"Karai...," he mumbled.

It wasn't until she walked inside that she saw what was on the screens. On most of them was the big apartment fire that happened earlier that day. There was that menace in the yellow jacket.

"I am sorry, Master. I brought us all great shame. I will make it up to you, I will..."

He raised his hand and she shut her mouth. "This O'Neil, she has proven that the powers of the mutagen go far beyond what we could only dream of."

"I will bring her to you! She must pay for what she has taken from us!"

"No! She is too dangerous."

"She is an imbecile!" Karai barked.

"Maybe but that imbecile killed three men and badly wounded ten. The only thing that could stop her are creatures of much greater strength!"

"But I can do this. I can!"

"No. You must rest."

"But there is no time!"

"I am not worried about her...yet. Call the doctor and have him prep the machine."

Karai lowered her head, "Yes, sir." She left him to continue watching April O'Neil on screen, zooming into her face.


April was enjoying this new found fame, her alter ego as the mysterious woman with breasts the size of SUVs putting out fires and her new rebooted self as a vlogger. She was getting a small following that seemed to explode by the end of the week and she was getting more Twitter followers than that weather girl she was jealous of after she stole a joke of hers she used on air.

She thought about losing the yellow jacket since people now saw it as the same kind the Mystery Boob-Woman wore but everyone in the city seemed to be too clueless to put two and two together. Everything seemed to be going great except that she wasn't getting paid for any of this and she was going to have a lot to worry about when the end of the month came.

She was on her way for her morning latte when she ran into a familiar cameraman.

"O'Neil!"

"Vernon, what do you want?" she tried walking past him.

"Wow, talk about going viral overnight, huh?"

"What, are you here to beg me to come crawling back?" She rolled her eyes.

He ran in front of her frantically and shouted loud enough for everyone around them to hear, "What? Fuck no! Everyone says you assaulted Bernadette!"

"I did not assault Bernadette!" April said, grinding her teeth.

"Yeah, well, I guess she chose not to press charges. She thinks you're a sexually confused young lady."

"Huh?" April made the weirdest face. She thought back to the restroom incident, ripping her top off and pushing up on her old boss. "Oh, shit, that is not what it looked like! I...I don't have time for this, Vern! You know why?" He shook his head, "I've got that big story that she turned down and I'm turning it into the police!"

"You're seriously only doing that now?"

April sighed, "Things came up ok?"

A gang of paparazzi seemed to appear out of nowhere and started snapping pictures of her; April posed without question.

"I'm a super serious journalist woman now. I'm going to make everyone regret kicking me to the curb!" She pushed the paparazzi members aside and flipped her hair back as she brushed past her former collegue; she didn't even notice Irma when she went into the coffee shop, she made Irma spill her cappucino all over herself though she didn't seem to mind.

"Wow," she said to herself, completely swoon over the young go-getter. "The only way I'll ever get her to notice me is an upgrade...a serious one."

After April got her coffee she matched over to the 5th precinct. It was crazy busy but she had to get this footage to the police. She pushed her way up to the front counter where a large police officer stood behind.

"April O'Neil? Wow, what are you here for?" He said with a starstruck smile.

April smiled widely and held her phone up in the air. As she did this, a criminal about to be booked bumped into her. The phone fell out of her hand and cracked on the hard tiled floor. The creep then stepped on it repeatedly and smiled with all these silver filings showing as he was escorted by another hulking officer to be processed.

April gasped, "No!"

"Sorry, Ms. O'Neil. Happens a lot around here."

"He-he did that on purpose!" She was freaking out.

"Yeah like I said, it happens," he shrugged.

"But it had all of this evidence and..."

"Did you back it up? The files?" She shook her head, "We'll if it was really important I would've backed them."

"Shit!" April exclaimed. She then clapped her hands, remembering, "McGinley's! That's where I was! All of that stuff should be still there!"

He scratched his chin, "McGinley? That place was torn down just yesterday."

"What?"


It was. April biked there as fast as she could. A crew had already cleared much of it. Her hopes and dreams were dashed. Now she really needed a drink.

As she entered her apartment and slumped down on her hard sofa in defeat, her cat hissed at her, probably for not refilling his bowl.

"I'll get you food in a second, Sebastian...," she groaned with her eyes closed. Unfortunately, Sebastian wasn't screwing around, he began swatting at her ass, scratching the now massive thing. "Ow! Hey! Stop!" She slapped a hand back there sending him jumping down on the floor. Meantime she was feeling how big she had gotten back there since arriving home.

It was getting so annoying not being able to control it. Her phone went off and she was I no mood. "Hello?" She answered in a grumbled voice.

"Am I speaking to April O'Neil?"

"Yes, speaking," she sat up on the couch looking like she was sitting on a very thick pillow as she was almost a foot off the couch cushion.

"Hi, I'm calling on behalf of John D. Buford."

April sat up quickly "As in John D. Buford the mayor of New York City John D. Bufordd?"

"That's right. I'm his secretary and am inviting you to the grande ball they're having. Celebrities from everywhere will be there."

"And he wants me?" She smiled.

"Yes. You should be getting your invite in the mail soon. Hope you can make it!"

April hung up and squealed. "Yes! Finally! Recognition!"

"Grrr, " she heard beneath her.

"Oh God!" She moved off that side of the couch realizing she was crushing Sebastian. She jumped up in fright. He was ok but certainly pissed.

She had a lot to do before the ball, a new dress, makeup and hairstyle. All things she really couldn't afford right now.

She found that black party dress she used to wear, it was kind of sparkly and showy but it would have to do. The big night came fast. She put on her makeup including some thick mascara.

Now on with the dress. Checking the top and bottom she knew she was in desperate need of some curves. She looked sadly down at her chest and said, "Ok, boobs, you don't like me and I don't like you but I could really use a boost right now." She closed her eyes to concentrate; still not sure of how this worked exactly. She strained and sure enough her boobs grew to a double D. "Nice! Now let's down the rear!" She looked back and saw her butt shrunk just enough to make it look great.

She smiled at herself in the mirror but then had this sinking feeling. She didn't have a date. All of this running around for stories and she hadn't had much time for a love life. The invite did say she could bring a plus 1.


She took a taxi to the hotel where the ball was being held. She had never been to something this classy in her life. She was let in immediately since she was now seen as somewhat of a celebrity. Of course she grabbed a champagne glass when offered to her.

"Ms. O'Neil," greeted a large, older gentleman.

"Mr. Buford," April said nearly spitting out her champagne.

"You are looking elegant this evening," he smiled.

"Thank you, sir," she smiled widely.

"You might be interested in talking to those fine people. I hear they are looking for a new star reporter," he pointed to a group of young professionals, likely people that worked for something like Vice.

"I am very interested in talking to them."

They clinked their glasses and drank, "I must be going. I hope to be seeing more of you very soon."

April thought maybe he was coming onto her. John D. Buford had a wife and at least one known mistress. April thought it would be pretty cool to be mistress number 2.

She had to get some air before talking to the possible former employers. It was nicely lit out on the patio, romantic even.

"Hello, April."

April spun around and had to do a triple take. This beautiful redhead in a red dress, these incredible sexy blue eyes and freckles. "Irma?" April gasped.

"How do I look?"

"You look fantastic!"

"You look positively gorgeous, April. I love the new look!" She said, looking hungrily at her.

April paused for a second, "Wait, did you get invited?"

Irma looked guilty, "I pulled a few strings."

"Wow, you're so bad, Irma," April said, biting her bottom lip.

Irma sighed, "I have a confession, April."

"I know, you snuck in," she chuckled.

"No, it's not that," she tried acting serious, standing straight and clearing her throat, "I've had a crush on you for like ever. Ever since I started working at the station."

"Wait, really?" April's eyes widened.

"Yeah...dumb right?" Irma said, looking down at the ground.

April took a couple steps closer to her, "You know, Irma, I've had some bad luck with guys in the past. Maybe it's time I took a hint and played for the other team." She smiled at Irma seductively; it was hard to tell if it was the champagne talking.

Irma started getting all flustered, "Oh, April."

"Excuse me, Miss," a guard approached Irma, "I don't believe I saw an invitation."

"Uh...," Irma was now about to get thrown out and just when it looked like things were about to get good.

"She's with me!" April took hold of Irma and brought her close.

"Oh, yes, Ms. O'Neil. Terribly sorry to intrude." He went on his way.

Irma laughed excitedly, "Wow, that was awesome, April!"

April grabbed her hand, "Come on, I've got some people I want you to meet. " They ran off together back inside the hotel.

Unknown to everyone was someone spying from a rooftop. Their target was obviously April. They dressed All in black. They tracked her movement with a scope but not a gun.

To be continued!