Glorious Prologue: Testing Tonics (Pt3)

            Arms crossed, Miranda tapped her foot impatiently while the elevator descended.  Pinging softly, the doors opened to the third floor of the company’s sub-basement system.  She sauntered out, offering false smiles to those who were headed for the elevator, eager, no doubt, to go home for the evening.  Making her way to the back offices, she eyed the empty desks and abandoned lab stations, scowling.  The scrape of shifting papers in the far laboratory drew her attention, guiding Miranda to her newly appointed head of Research and Development.  She leaned against the doorway, watching the young woman waddle about the lab as she filed her research notes.

            “Ms. Grene!” Miranda barked, “Why did you let everyone go home?”

            Gloria dropped the papers in her hand and turned around, startled.  “I sent them home…because it’s time to go,” she answered, looking confused.  “Everyone worked a full shift today.”

            “You’re aware that we’re two weeks behind schedule, correct?  I promoted you because you were one of the few people to fully understand my work.  I thought you were a woman who could get results,” Miranda said coldly.  “Was I mistaken?”

            Gloria shook her head, wringing her hands nervously.  “N-no, Miss Bleu,” she whispered, dropping her gaze to the floor.  “I-I have a few projects in development though,” she offered timidly, stepping forward.  “One is nearly finished, it just needs to pass the testing trials.”

            Miranda cocked her head, interested.  “We just need something to show the big guys upstairs; it doesn’t matter what it is, so long as it’s good.”

            Regaining some of her enthusiasm, Gloria nodded and motioned for Miranda to follow as she led her to one of the far lab stations.  Her rotund bottom swayed hypnotically as she walked, wobbling softly with each step.

            “I see you’re getting used to your new figure,” Miranda commented, attempting to diffuse the tension she had caused.  “Quickly too; I was stumbling around for days after my…change.”

            “There’s still a lot to get used to,” Gloria admitted, placing her hands on her hefty stomach.  “It’s strange to have so much just…hanging out.  I took your advice though, I’m just going to roll with it as best I can.  I-I don’t even try to hide it anymore!”  She looked back at Miranda and blushed before quickly turning away.

            “I can see that,” Miranda muttered to herself, smirking.  “Is this it?” she asked more audibly, returning to the task at hand.  They stopped at a table practically bursting with glass equipment; test tubes, graduated cylinders, and a myriad of chemical components bubbled happily atop several low-lit Busen burners.

    “Yes.  Well, more accurately…”  Gloria reached toward the edge of the table, groaning as her thick belly spilled onto the tabletop, hindering her efforts.  “…This is it.”  She held the object up for Miranda to see, nothing more than a small vial filled with a pinkish concoction.

    Unimpressed, Miranda took it carefully from her hand and held it up to the light.  “…And this does what exactly?” she asked, raising her eyebrows skeptically.

    A smile played around Gloria’s lips.  “Oh, it’s wonderful!” she gasped excitedly, clasping her hands together.  “Okay, so your original formula binds fruit concentration to a person to achieve certain traits, right?  Well, based off of that idea, this tonic will be able to amplify traits that are already present within the body.  Pretty neat, right?”  Gloria bounced on the balls of her feet, waiting for Miranda’s reaction.

    Miranda swilled the liquid in the vial, pursing her lips.  “So…if this were given to a naturally muscular guy, he would gain muscle mass?”

    “Exactly.  It’s a natural enhancement for desirable attributes.”

    “Then it would stand to reason that a naturally busty gal would experience a rather pleasant increase in cup size…”  Miranda uncorked the vial, gazing down at her expansive blue bosom.

    “Yup, though like I said, this still need to go through…” Gloria paused, watching wide-eyed as her superior swallowed the contents of the vial, “…testing…trials…”

    “Sometimes, you have to take some risks to get results, Ms. Grene.”  Miranda set the glass on the table, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.  “We’re already behind schedule, we can’t wait another two weeks for tests.  If it works, it works.”

    “Oh, it’s working,” Gloria replied, pointing at Miranda’s bare stomach.

    Miranda scowled, feeling the weight of her body increase as her belly swelled outward, pushing down on the waistband of her pants.  She groaned as her taut suspenders began to cut into her breasts, which were only just beginning to grow.  The buttons of her too-small suit snapped off one-by-one, until only a single clasp remained to keep her decent.  “I don’t think your mixture works as intended, Ms. Grene,” Miranda grunted, grabbing her suspenders as they split apart.

    “D-don’t worry, don’t worry,” Gloria squealed anxiously, “I-I have a counteragent  to reverse the effects!”  She turned back to the table hurriedly, her wide hips swiveling heavily against the table, causing her fattened belly to sweep across the tabletop.  Gloria gasped, bringing her hands to her mouth as half of the glass instruments were wiped off the surface, shattering loudly as they fell to the floor.  “O-oh my goodness! Oh no, no!” she stuttered, staring helplessly at the swirl of chemicals by her feet.

    “I assume the counteragent was in there somewhere?”  Miranda struggled to view the damage as her cerulean face grew round with fat.  She waddled toward the lab table to see better, setting her legs wide to counter the weight of her massive body.

    “Oh, Miss Bleu, I’m so sorry, I-I didn’t…”  Gloria’s emerald lips quivered as she looked from her belly to the table.  “If I wasn’t so clumsy…”  Tears welled up in her eyes.  “I couldn’t even g-get the tonic right!”

    Miranda rolled her eyes, pushing her blue stomach heavily against Gloria’s in order to get her attention. “Pull yourself together, Gloria.  It was an accident; I’m sure you can make another antidote, right?”

    “Yeah,” Gloria sniffed, nodding.  “But it will take all night…”

    “I’ll just have to suck it up then, won’t I?  I knew it was untested, and now I have to deal with the results. Now, help me to the elevator.”  Miranda took a few tentative steps away from the lab station, spreading her arms for balance.

    “Where are you going?”  Gloria asked, placing a guiding hand on Miranda’s expansive backside, “Shouldn’t you wait here while I prepare a new vial?”

    “No,” Miranda huffed, “I’m going to show off the results of our new product to our friends on Floor 104.”

    “But it doesn’t work yet!”

    They halted at the elevator, waiting for it to descend to the basement sub-levels.  Miranda turned back to face Gloria, panting from exertion.  “I think it does work.  It just happened to react to traits more prevalent than my big boobs; does my appearance remind you of anything?”  She gestured downward, emphasizing the roundness of her figure.

    Gloria’s eyes widened with sudden realization.  “It didn’t just make you fat…you’re a big blueberry…”  She cocked her head in disbelief.  “But that would imply…”

    “-That my DNA has become more fruit than human,” Miranda finished, nodding.  “It would seem my original formula has some unintended side effects.”  The elevator pinged as the doors opened, allowing her to squeeze her way inside.  Gloria stared at her, dumbstruck.  Miranda pressed the button for the 104^th floor, shrugging at her as the doors began to shut.  “If I’m a blueberry, guess what that means for you,” she called out, just as the elevator closed.

    Gloria ran her hands over her soft, green stomach as she looked over her shoulder, down toward her fattened ass.  She bit her lip, wondering what other traits concentrated pear extract might bestow upon her.