Bordering on a dangerous obsession. Chapter 26
I asked Dave to stop by the safehouse for a minute. I wanted to drop something off and it was on the way.
It wasn't a drop off though, it was a pickup.
My hoodie's pocket now had a hand grenade in it. Fragmentary and high yield. A room clearer.
The way I saw it, there was a few ways this could go.
If it was something bad but fixable, I'd do it.
If it wasn't fixable, well, it'd depend on who's fault it was.
If it was the Doc's, well, I'd hug the Doc, put my head near his, and pull the pin. Boom.
If it was mine, I'd thank him for his time, and head to the bathroom to do it there instead.
As we pulled up, I warned Dave I was gonna be about an hour longer than normal, and that I'd call him when I was done. Chiropractor you know, for that extra work on my back and all.
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"Hmm? Discharge? Oh, that's normal." He hadn't even looked up from papers in the folder he was reading.
He did look up at the *Thunk* sound when I placed the hand grenade on his desk. With the pin still in though.
Then he saw the expression on my face.
"Pardon, a poor choice of words. It is expected." He stressed the word. "What we are doing is not remotely normal."
Off went my shirt and the cloth band, Then the tissue paper.
"This?" I gave them both a squeeze. "This is expected?" Grey trickled on my fingers.
He nodded though his eyebrow was raised. "Yes, though that is a bit more than I expected. Still, the instructions should have been sufficient."
"It was one fucking line!"
His eyes narrowed and he looked more like an evil Nazi scientist than usual.
"Show me."
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"This is everything Max gave you?" He was flipping through the printouts quickly, angrily.
"Yep. That's everything."
"This is..." he trailed off. "An extremely trimmed down version of what I sent him. The dietary plan alone was twenty pages."
He looked at me squarely in the eyes. "It appears, in his zeal to trimming that all down, he also excised several of the warnings. The jar containing the Catalyst for example, it was indeed supposed to be discontinued at the moment you noticed discharge. That warning was removed and it could have caused complications down the line."
Vindication and relief felt pretty fucking sweet. I kept my glare on though.
I threw my shirt on, grabbed the cloth band and my duffel bag. "All right, this wasn't your fault, but you came this close," I held my finger and thumb about a quarter apart. "to having them fish pieces of both of us off the ceiling."
I took the papers and tossed them into the duffel bag. "So, this is what we're gonna do. We're going into your office and you are going to email me a copy of everything, and I do mean everything, I will be watching. Then, you are going to print me out everything, even if kills a tree. Then, I'm gonna ask you some quick questions about my immediate future. Then, I'm hauling the whole thing over to Max tomorrow and having words with him about his editing."
He looked more and more alarmed as I went on and kept glancing at the hand grenade. "We won't have that much time! I have appointments!"
I smiled, reached into the duffel bag and pulled out a little jar of piss. "There, that's five minutes saved. If you need it warm, throw it into a microwave."
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Fuck killing a tree, this was gonna kill a toner cartridge. Even emailing the zip file took a while.
The Doc's phone blinked about a third of the print job through. "That would be the Chiropractor."
I nodded. "Grab the X-rays and get her ready. I'll join you in 3C after I grab all this and toss it in the duffel bag."
He scowled at me, looked at the hand grenade, and left.
It took ten more minutes.
Fuck me, it was one hundred and fifty pages exactly. Double sided.
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After the Chiropractor was done dropping the people's elbow on my spine the Doc got to work on me. We talked while he worked, and despite the somewhat terse beginning, he quickly warmed up to the topic. He did love his work.
- First, the discharge. "I must apologize for that, though this is uncharted territory for my work. You are the youngest I have ever worked upon, with the prior youngest being fourteen. I used too much Catalyst, a ratio of forty percent probably would have been sufficient."
He stepped behind me, reached around and groped me with one hand while the other brandished a small towel. "Here. Tweak it like so, then start at the base and roll your fingers upwards." It hurt a lot less the way he did it, and he talked while he gently squeezed me.
"Breasts grow in several stages." He began. "Prepubertal was where you were when you came in that first day with Max. Nothing but potential." He tweaked my nipple a bit.
"On Friday you had reached the second stage, budding. Though due to the Catalyst you didn't experience any real areola expansion. We'll be adjusting that later once the initial shape has been sculpted out."
"Glandular breast tissue presents itself in the third stage, and as you can see, it was pressed into action early and extremely well." His voice held quiet pride.
He finished with squeezing the one boob. "As for the fourth and fifth stages, I'll be happy to talk to you about them in the next few weeks, but they would take too much time right now. You may have one more day of discharge to deal with, but that should be it."
He had me work on the other boob and answered my questions as he prepared my next week's treatment.
- Zits? "Some. Especially if certain changes to your regiment have to occur. Probably less than the usual brats. Keep your face clean."
- Hair in funny places? "You shouldn't. Super heroes are typically streamlined and I failed to see stubble on any of the examples Max provided. Plus with all the Cyproterone and Spironolactone you are taking as inhibitors... No. What, you want a landing strip or something? Get a merkin."
Shame, a little hair might help Dave over his reluctance. I filed away the word 'merkin' for later.
- Hips and ass? "Later. Normally I'd do the entire package over the course of a year, maybe two. Apparently though certain aspects," he gestured at my chest. "are being put in first."
- The Cunt. "Later, see previous answer."
- Was there any HGH in all this? "Why bother? Women already make more than men. It's already being factored in with the blood tests."
- Periods. "Massive spikes of estrogen ruining my delicately balanced levels? No. No! You can have them later."
That's a bonus at least.
- Blue and Green Jar. "Take them with you to Max tomorrow."
- The Leg. "Put it through the paces this week. Let me know if you need a further adjustment."
Then came the new shit. Two new Jars, Brown and Yellow.
The Brown was to be rubbed into the stretch marks in the morning to accelerate their reduction. After washing off the Yellow Jar. But no UV for that though. Score! It also flaked off in large chunks after a while. Mixed score.
The Yellow was the night-time goop and needed the 15 minutes of the UV. However it's application would vary every week and it's concentrations would also change.
He demonstrated the first week's motions on me. "Pinch the nipple, pull forward until the skin is as tight as you can, rub in thoroughly. Keep the entire nipple area clean. Now do the other."
Next the pills. Four out, six in. Adjustments to fifteen others. "No more counterpoints to the Catalyst. We will be aiming for beyond heterogeneous density now. High 60's, low 70's."
Blood and hair were routine at this point, though he sneered at the piss cup. "This better be from this morning."
And finally, the part we all know was coming, the needles.
Only two? What, was he in a good mood because he saw a kitten die this morning?
Fire away!
"Say Ahh."
My mouth? Okay... Under the tongue? That wasn't too bad...
"That's it?" I massaged the skin under my chin a bit.
"Hmm? Oh no, no. That was just the anesthetic." Then he brought out the other two needles.
Even from here I could measure the diameter of the bore.
He savored the expression on my face. He must have been practicing as he didn't tear anything at all when he smiled thinly.
"Now say 'Ahh'."
Fuck he needed a monocle.
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I met Dave at the pharmacist after I picked up the Jars, pills, and a cold pack. I had to hide it as he arrived. Didn't want him asking any awkward questions, like "What did you get stabbed in the face? Twice?"
He refilled his measly 3 pill prescriptions and rubbed at his arm irritably.
"I had to get a shot. It still hurts..." He complained.
I had no words.
No. Words.
He caught a whiff of my contempt somehow. "You look a little rough, did it go well?"
I shrugged. I didn't want to move my tongue much right now.
"Wanna get anything after this."
I now had words.
"Ice cream." I growled out.
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That night, after a quiet afternoon with Dave (quiet on my end, you'd be amazed what you can do with grunts and shrugs), I settled down after a long, chest-squeezy, shower.
All I had on my person was my hair in a towel tornado, my pajama bottoms, and my scowl.
Taking the new pills sucked with my face right now.
Practice?! If anything got even near my face, I'd alternate between screaming like a little girl and gnawing on it like a fucking dingo. So no, no practice.
Snapping the gloves on, I got to work on the Yellow Jar.
It wasn't too bad, mostly as my torso hadn't been impaled with fucking harpoons from a fucking Nazi today, but I wasn't worried. There was always next week.
I spent the fifteen minutes in front of the lamp reading some of the papers, or at least trying to. Fuck it was complex.
I understood why Max did what he did, but still, goddammit man, leave every single warning in there! It wouldn't scare me any more than I did myself.
Yes, I now know that leaving stuff from the Green Jar anywhere else would have ended up causing large cysts that'd have to be surgically removed. That is good information to know. Plus yes, the discharge was there too. A page and a half all about it. My Friday would have been so much less terrifying if I had that.
The UV done, the goop had gone clear, I spent the next hour or so just relaxing and checking online newspapers for possible serial killers and circling areas where Dave and I could go next.
Then I remembered something.
What the fuck was a merkin?
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Okay eew, fucking fucking eew. People wore those?
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...I wonder if they came in purple?