Author's note: Thanks to all my readers and reviewers. I probably won't be able to post the next chapter tomorrow, so expect the nightmare about Ukitake on Friday. That said, here's the next chapter. Enjoy the story.

Disclaimer: I don't own Bleach.

"Matsumoto! Where are you, you lazy skank?" Kurotsuchi's voice was one of the most grating sounds in the world even if he was happy, which he now most definitely wasn't. Rangiku sprinted towards him. Though it was the last place she wanted to be at right now, she knew that any delay would make it only worse. Kurotsuchi Mayuri was many things, but patient wasn't one of them.

"I'm here," she announced upon arrival. The next instant a hand struck her cheek, knocking her to the ground.

"Don't speak when I didn't allow you, stupid wench," the clown-faced captain chastised her. "Now give me the reports."

"Reports?" Matsumoto wracked her brain to remember what reports he was talking about. Before she could remember, she received a kick to her solar plexus.

"The reports on experiment 94521-22a, you good-for-nothing slut," the clown-faced captain yelled. "Now get up and get them!"

She scrambled to her feet, trying to ignore the pain in her stomach. Kurotsuchi kicked hard. She ran to the office and looked for the documentation in question. It took her too long to find. And that made her anxious. She knew that every second made her upcoming punishment worse. And it tended to be pretty bad even in its mildest forms. Ah, there was it. She grabbed the stack of papers and ran back.

"Finally, you lazy dolt," Kurotsuchi greeted her, taking the papers. "I think I should modify your legs, so you won't so slow anymore." She sighed in relief. At least he didn't slap her again. Then the captain slapped her again.

"What is this, you useless simpleton?" he screeched.

"The papers you asked for, taichou," she answered. He punched her.

"No, those aren't the papers I asked for. I asked for the documentation on the experiment 94521-22a, you brought me the documentation for the experiment 94621-22a. Can't you read? Or do I have to enhance your brain, because your current one isn't able to remember something so simple?"

Matsumoto didn't wait for him to actually do it and shunpoed into the office to look for the correct folder. Eventually she located it, and this time she was sure she had the right one, and returned to the impatiently waiting captain. He grabbed the documents with a grunt and looked through them.

"At least you got it right on the second try," he muttered. "Now we can begin the testing."

"Yes, taichou," she said with relief.

"Don't speak without permission," he scolded her. She nodded. Kurotsuchi spent a minute looking through the papers, comparing it with the contents of the vials lined on the shelf, and then picked one of the vials. He handed it to Matsumoto and said: "Drink it."

"Why?" the blond fukutaichou asked. Even if the liquid didn't look totally disgusting, she was too wary to ingest anything that came anywhere near the 12th Division captain. Everyone with a shred of common sense was.

"Because I have to test it, idiot."

"Why me?" she questioned. "Can't you test it on the new recruits?"

"No," the mad scientist replied, "I have to test how it works on big-breasted people."

"Testing something on big-breasted people?" Matsumoto wondered. "I've never heard about anything like that before."

"That's because you're such an ignoramus," he informed her. "Now drink it."

"I'm sure there must be some big-breasted recruits," Rangiku tried to talk her way out.

"No, there aren't. And now drink it, or I'm going to force-feed it to you."

"But there must be someone else..." the lieutenant tried, now on the verge of panic.

"Rip, Ashisogi Jizou." A quick stab to her neck left Matsumoto immobilized before she realized what was going on. Kurotsuchi then poured the vial's contents into her mouth, all the time grinning maniacally. "There, now. Wouldn't it have been easier if you drank it outright? Though now it will be easier to observe as it takes effect." And then he began strapping the poor woman to some machine, leaving her to wonder what she was going to turn into. And what was going to happen to her precious breasts.