[DENISE] Plastic Obsessions #005: Denise's Day Off! (Part 9) (Patreon)

Denise stared at the vial intently.

'Well...' she thought to herself, 'Don't be stupid, Denise. This is too good to pass up! What's a few photograms a day, some scripted chirps, and whatever talk shows or appearances they have planned for me, compared to achieving every goal I've wanted to accomplish...' she swallowed hard, her eyes glinting, 'I could reach even more people with my fitness plans, make a real difference!'

Without another thought, Denise snatched the vial from Nicholas' hand, staring him down.

"Well, Mr. Montgomery," Denise said with a smirk, "You can count me in." without waiting for his reply, she undid the vial's cap and shot back its contents in one swift drink.

Nicholas watched her, amused, "Excellent..." he murmured, "Welcome to FabPharma, Miss Steele." he said, standing up.

Denise started to mirror him, beginning to stand up herself, but a sudden pang in her stomach dropped her back to the couch, knocking out her breath, "Ngh! Wha-"

"Completely normal," Nicholas replied, "You may experience some... discomfort. Just while the serum is absorbed by your body," he smiles coldly, "Some genetic makeups prove to be a bit more, shall we say, stubborn, to adapt. Nonetheless, it'll pass..."

Denise could barely focus on his words, the pang in her stomach quickly turning to a full blown stomach cramp. She felt electrified, a heart-pounding euphoria crackling over her like a bolt of lightning. Her muscles tensed, first her chest, then her arms, then legs, up to the point she almost could feel each and every sinew individually as it seemed to rebel against the rest of her self. Her breathing became shallow and rapid, vision quickly blurring as her eyes teared up, "Wh-wh-whaaat... the... f-fuck-ck-k..." she managed to gasp before passing out.

"Huh," Alice said from her seat on Nicholas' arm rest, "For a second there I thought she was going to reject the serum," she grinned, looking at Camille, "Can you imagine, having brought your charge here, just to turn her into a puddle of liquefied remains?"

Camille ignored her, leaning over Denise as she stroked her arm, "Mon dieu... such a violent reaction..." she said in concern, turning to Nicholas, "She will be fine though, yes?"

Nicholas shrugged, walking away, "I'm no scientist, my dear, but like Alice so crudely put it, she does seem to be intact," he looked at the turquoise-haired vixen.

Alice glanced at him for a second, then rolled her eyes, "She's fine, Monty. Just toss her on a bed or something, she'll wake up good as new. Probably pretty groggy, but hey," she smirked, "Perfect time to move her along into Dr. Grussben's care, right?"

Nicholas nodded, "Very well," he waved at Camille, "Get some of my detail to help move her, then fly her to Grussben's," he smiled impishly, "Let's make sure Miss Steele here wakes up with some impressive new additions to her lithe physique!"

Camille stood up, "Oui, monsieur..." she fixed her on Mr. Montgomery, "However, there remains the matter of my... compensation."

Nicholas feigned surprise, "Why, Camille, I thought bringing you a new object of affection would suffice as payment!" Camille's eyes widened, startled, "Oh, don't be so coy," Nicholas retorted with a sly grin, "You don't get to be me without learning to read people. And at this point, I can't really tell what's growing faster," he grinned impishly, "Your tits, or your affection for Miss Steele here."

Camille straightened herself up, looking sternly at Nicholas, "That is of no concern to you, Monsieur Montgomery. We agreed on payment upon delivery of Miss Steele, she even agreed on your terms of her own volition."

Nicholas sighed, "So she did," he eyed Cami coldly, "Gods, Camille. How fast that veil of sweetness drops from you when you think you've been slighted..." he said, walking to the far end of the lounge, "You'll find your Ultragen when you return home," he murmured, staring out into the ebbing ocean waves, "A whole year's worth."

Camille's stance relaxed, but nonetheless frowned, "Our agreement was a five year supply to start."

"And that agreement still stands," Nicholas retorted, craning his neck to give her a sideways glance, "'After' my influencer begins doing her damn job. Just continue by her side as usual and help her as needed," he paused, "You can romance her if you wish, it's of no matter to me," he teased, "Might be nice to have an eager girl at your side."

"If you get bored of her, I'll gladly snap her up," Alice quipped, her catlike gaze fixed on the sleeping Denise.

Camille exhaled loudly in exasperation, "As you say, Monsieur Montgomery," She turned to leave the lounge, "I shall make the needed preparations with your security detail," she stopped to turn at Alice, eyeing her sharply, "And keep this one away from her, no bite marks,"

Alice stared back at her, her eyelids half closed, "Aw, no sharing tonight?" she cooed, "She'd be fully healed by the time she wakes up, promise,"

Camille frowned threateningly, "Back off, diable!"

Alice laughed, "Ne t'inquiète pas!" she retorted in Camille's voice.

"Hmph!" she exclaimed. With her nose in the air, Camille exited the room.