Adeola gasped against the final surges of growth. Her blouse and bra surrendered to the girth, exposing her huge, dark areola. Chris looked away out of courtesy but made no effort to hide his smile.
“This is amazing,” she said, mashing her fingers in the softness of her new breasts. “I thought you were full of shit, but this is real as hell. “You’re saying I don’t gotta sleep with you for this, but you can look and touch all you want.”
He took her up on that much at least. “Don’t mind if I do.” Maybe it was because he’d seen so many breasts expand over the past weeks but he calmly appraised her. Adeola had beautiful, dark skin the color of melted chocolate and her areola was darker brown still. He drew close, tracing a thumb around the edge. The slightest bit of pressure made her puffy nipples erect.
She’ll be right at home when the milk comes in.
“Hey, Chris is it?”
He turned his gaze up at her. “Yeah?”
“How are you doing this? Really?”
“Honestly, even if I explained it, it wouldn’t make sense. I’m just a normal guy that was in the right place at the right time.”
“Interesting.” Adeola leaned forward, deepening her cleavage. “I guess it’s luck for me, fate didn’t pick a total douchebag. It’s cute how you have all this power and yet you still asked for permission. Something tells me you don’t need it.”
“It’s the only reason I put up with it,” Elle said. “If I took it away from him, it would only fall in the hands of someone worse.”
“Yeah… about that,” Chris said. “You’re usually so picky about me using my powers recklessly, but here you are practically cheering me on.”
Adeola laughed. “No complaints here. I’m not gonna have any problems finding a date now… but you could save me the trouble if Mr. Boob God is looking for one.”
“Maybe,” he said. “I’m on dicey terms with my girlfriend, after all.”
“Either you’re secretly an asshole, or she’s one crazy bitch. You realize how rich you could get with that little trick? Set up a shop. Girls’d pay a mint for magical boob jobs.”
Chris laughed. “I respect your business sense, but when it comes to explaining how I do it, I’m in a bind, you know?”
“Yeah,” Elle said. “The FDA would have him investigated in less than a week.”
A commotion came from the front of the shop. A little startled yelp, one that came from Penelope caught Chris’ attention. He stepped in front of Adeola. “Duck into the back room. Get decent.”
“R-right.” She snatched up the shirt Elle offered her and ducked into a back door.
Penelope rounded the corner of the shop entrance followed closely by a familiar figure. Natalie led Penelope into the shop, twisting her arm behind her.
“Well looky here,” Natalie said. “I wasn’t wasting my time after all.”
Elle glared at her. “You better have a good reason for laying a hand on Penelope.”
“Aww, am I hurting your skanky little girlfriend?” Natalie twisted harder, drawing out a flinch from Pen. “Plenty more where that came from, Elvira.”
Without a second though, Elle drew her gun, training it on Natalie. “Stop. Now.”
Natalie smirked. “Now that’s more like it.” She let Pen go, letting her stumble towards Chris. He caught her handily. “No reason to go all ‘deadly force’ on me. I mean, you’re a fricken FBI agent abetting a criminal. Hell, you probably fuck that loser.”
“None of that is your business.”
“Or is it?” Natalie calmly reached into her pocket and held out a badge. U.S. Special Division – Paranormal Activities Branch.
Elle glanced at it briefly, then flipped the safety off her pistol. “That’s fake. There’s no such division.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Did they not tell you? It is now. Go on, call your boss. See what he says.”
Elle clenched her jaw, reached into her pocket with her free hand and dialed without looking.
The phone clicked to life on the “Frankenstein, this is Shelly. I have a—”
Her expression hardened. She stood there listening, unmoving. Then, she pulled back the phone, clicked off the call, flipped around her gun and offered it to Natalie.
“Good girl,” Natalie approached and took the pistol. “I need your badge too. Since you won’t be needing it anymore.”
Chris’ mind raced. “What’s… going on?”
“Relax, she’s not fired or anything. Shelly is on vacation. Until the conclusion of out indictment— she’s off the case.” Natalie pulled open the chamber of the pistol, confirming it was loaded and ready. “Nice. There was some bark behind that bite, too.”
Natalie closed the chamber, clicked on the safety and slipped the pistol behind her back. She gave Chris a wink. “I stash my dangerous weapons back there too.”
Chris kept his cool. She’s talking about the notebook. She knows everything. “I’m gonna go out on a limb and assume I’m the ‘criminal’ you were talking about.”
“Well,” Chris said. “Do you have proof to that accusation?”
“A whole notebook full of it, more than one if you’re stupid enough.”
It was just as he feared. She must have known something about the notebook, but that wasn’t proof. The notebook to most people was just fantasy. Nothing in it could be proven. Chris wore that fact as armor.
“So,” Chris said, putting on a smug smile, “let me get this straight. The FBI has a ghostbusting division now? So much for the credibility of American Intelligence.”
“It’s news to me, too,” Elle said. “I’ve been suggesting one be formed for years. It’s the reason I joined the FBI… but—”
“The feds only like cold hard facts and digestible results,” Natalie said. “And while I might not have said proof, Elvira’s activities for the past few weeks is the best shot we’ve had to inject some fact into the fiction. And since Washington is run by horny old men, rumors of a magic notebook with the ability to make boobs huge makes for a compelling argument for taxpayers dollars. Plus, they love seeing slacking agents get theirs… so I’ll be getting a nice little bonus for exposing a certain overstuffed gothic slut.”
“Good luck with that,” Elle said, shrugging. “Not only are you going to fail, you’ll just end up making an embarrassment out of yourself.”
“Speaking from experience, huh?”
“Are you here to taunt us, or do you have actual proof?” Chris said. “There’s this little thing called defamation, you know. Every misstep you take is gonna bite you in the ass.” Or if I have anything to say about it—the tits.
“Oh, ho, so you’ve got some balls after all? Or maybe not. Cuz’ I gave you everything you need to shut me up. Need I remind you?” She pulled out her driver’s license, lining it up with her badge. “See? It matches. Go on. Do your thing.”
Chris was tempted. It was obviously a trap. Recording devices? Loopholes in the wording? There were too many ways for him to be trapped into using the notebook wrong. There was no way he’d use it on someone that was expecting it.
“I never thought I’d be the one to have to tell you this, Natalie, was it?” He shrugged. “I know you might be self-conscious about your lack of assets, but there’s no such thing as boob magic. Everything has an explanation. Our little college town has a pretty good track record of having top heavy women. Maybe it’s the air, maybe there’s something in the water, but magic has nothing to do with it.”
He approached her fearlessly, taking on an easy countenance. “…and in my experience, the ladies that get what they want are ones that genuinely want it. They’re not out to ruin things for other people. Your attitude sucks, and it’s gonna bring you nothing but ruin.”
“Is that so? And who’s gonna bring the pain? You?”
Chris shook his head. “There’s this little thing called Karma. Any two-bit paranormal investigator should know about it. I’m not worried about some loud-mouthed poser when I know I’ve done nothing wrong. And the more you bark, the more bite comes back and makes you pay for it. Put up, or shut up.”
Natalie reached out grabbed Chris by the collar and slammed him against the wall. The nearby statues bobbled. She was strong, real strong, lifting him off the ground took no effort. Penelope reached out to intervene, but Chris shook his head. He kept his expression stoic. “I’m fine.”
It was true enough. The show of power wasn’t there to cause damage. It was there to startle him. She’d even gone so far as to soften the blow on the door. With all her posturing, Natalie knew she couldn’t just resort to violence. The joint lock she did on Penelope was proof of that. He leaned closer. “You know, you might be my type after all. Damn shame about the flat chest, though. I like my girls with a little bounce to them.”
Natalie narrowed her eyes. “You realize it won’t take much for me to have the legal right to smear your lady killing behind all over the floor.”
“You know, you could probably just ask nicely and we could roll around on the floor instead. I don’t mind being manhandled a bit— as long as you don’t mind the tables being turned. Cuz you give me an inch, and I’ll give you ten.”
Natalie didn’t back down, but her expression was impossible to read. She wasn’t angry, aroused, anything… just watching for Chris to make the wrong move. Any move really.
She backed away and clicked her tongue. “…and here I thought you were an amateur.”
“I am. I just learn quickly.” He glanced over at Elle. “Someone taught me well.”
“Well enjoy what you have while you have it. Cuz as far as I’m concerned, you’re my meal ticket to the breakthrough of the century. You will fuck up, and when you do you’ll wish it was just a prison cell waiting for you. They’ll be dissecting you like the freak that you are.”
“Well here’s hoping the scientists are cuter than you are.”
Natalie gave him a final shove against the door and stormed off.
If Penelope glared any harder at her, she’d be firing lasers. “What. A. Bitch.”
“That’s a rude thing to say about female dogs,” Chris said rubbing out the cricks in his neck. “Err, Elle, sorry if I got you suspended.”
She waved off the concern. “I should have seen it coming.”
Adeola peeked out of the back room. “Are you guys OK? That sounded like a shake-up and... is it true what she said? You’re FBI?”
“Was,” Elle said. “I doubt they’ll reinstate me if Natalie has anything to say about it.”
“That can’t be her real name,” Chris said. “Why else would she be so blatant about it. Unless she has an accomplice and they’re just waiting to bust me.”
Elle reached into her shopping bag and pulled out a sucker, unwrapped it and put in in the corner of her mouth. “Both options are viable, but… I think—”
Chris and Pen stared at her.
“What? It’s regular candy. They have a really nice sweet shop in here. Since I haven’t needed my special candy it made me crave the stuff. Plus, they had Pineapple-Coconut. When it comes down to it, sugar helps me think.”
Chris stooped over and fished through the bag. She had some new clothes, some underwear, sports bra… and…
He held up some strawberry flavored lubricant. “And this?”
“Works out. Since thanks to you, I’m gonna have a lot of free time…”
Chris knitted his brows. “Wait, you knew she was going to get you fired?”
“Nope. I just have a crap-ton of time off accrued. And seeing as you and Heather aren’t actually dating…”
“Ah ha!” Adeola said. “You are single.”
Chris shrugged. “Technically.”
She grabbed him by the arm. Her breasts mashed against him alluringly. “Then you and I are trying out my new girls tonight. Well, after you take me out on a date.”
“No complaints here. I have some research to do about this ‘Enne’. You mind wearing a camera, Chris? I want to put you to good use.”
“A camera? Why?”
“Because Natalie is bound to be on you like stink on shit. I need to counterstrike.”
Penelope chuckled. “When you say that, you mean to dig up dirt on her so you can utterly crush her, don’t you?”
“Yup,” Elle said, twisting the sucker in the corner of her smile.