[STORY TEXT] Welcome to Unreality #003: Assessments (Patreon)

Dr. Fuki Yamato sat back in her chair as she placed her smart tablet on her lap, her back straight and slightly arched as she watched her patient, her neatly pressed dress shirt unbuttoned down to show quite a bit of cleavage, her posture providing for an even improved view of her large, implanted breasts, the buttons on her shirt straining just enough to show a hint of lace bra peeking out.

She smiled invitingly, reassuringly, her almond eyes squinted slightly with a somewhat impish, friendly glint when she noticed how her patient's eyes were drawn instantly to her breasts.

"So tell me, Hitome," she said as she tilted her head slightly, "What inspired you to enlist in this particular clinical trial?" she asked.

Hitome's eyes snapped up to Fuki's at the question. She smiled slightly, somewhat sheepishly.

Gosh, I'm sure she caught me staring... "Well..." she started, "...it's just something I've thought about a lot, even going back to my teens," she shrugged, "And the doctors say this... Nereidyl? That the substance has a high chance of helping with my heart problems," she paused and chewed on the inside of her lower lip for a moment, "as well as... well, you know... helping to develop my chest."

Fuki grinned, "I see..." she said, her head tilted slightly to the opposite side, "From your records, you've been living with this heart condition most of your life?"

Hitome nodded.

"What's that been like for you?" Fuki pressed.

Hitome tried to force a blank expression, but Fuki could easily tell the question hit a nerve.

"It's been hard, I guess," Hitome replied after some time tyring to find the words.

"It's affected your lifestyle a lot, I'd imagine?"

Hitome nodded again, looking to the side.

Fuki paused. She picked the tablet up off her lap and stood up, "Talking about our feelings can be hard sometimes," she smiled as she walked to leave her smart tablet at her desk, "I can imagine it's also a little uncomfortable when you're thinking those feelings can get in the way of what you want."

She turned back to Hitome, "I'd like you to know it's okay," she said as she walked over and sat next to her, "While — formally —I'm here to give a proper assessment of whether or not you're prepared to take part in this clinical trial, what I'm really here for is to make sure what you want, and what you think you want, are the same thing."

Fuki placed a hand on Hitome's shoulder while she looked deeply into her eyes, smiling reassuringly, "Does that make sense?"

Hitome blushed, then nodded, "Yes... yes, it does," she turned towards Fuki to face her, readjusting her seat, "I know it's a little unexpected that, you know, a petite, quiet nurse signs up to get extra-large breast implants... and even more so when I'm basically signing up to be a guinea pig for this new Nereidyl substance.., and yes, I fully understand there can be totally unexpected side effects..." she paused, collecting her thoughts, "But I'm just so... fed up."

Fuki raised an eyebrow, "Go on."

Hitome frowned, "I've been a shut-in most of my life. My parents wouldn't let me go outside when I was young much due to my heart problems, I could rarely play with other kids because they were afraid I would over-exert myself. I felt fine most of the time, but I was always told I had to be very careful."

She sighed, then continued, "Then, all the other girls in school started... developing. All the boys noticed, but no one noticed me..." she paused, her mouth scrunched up, "I don't know if my meds did it or it was just bad luck, but I never really looked like much of a girl, a woman. Even when I turned eighteen, even at twenty-one, people would sometimes think I was way younger, nobody took me seriously..." she frowned again, "I didn't even lose my virginity til I was in nursing school... I guess being quiet and keeping to myself never really helped either..."

Fuki nodded, "So, in your words, you'd say you're not really satisfied sexually?"

Hitome frowned for a moment, then nodded.

Fuki smiled, "You'd be surprised to know that can be all too common, specially with those of us who devote a lot of time to our work," she said matter-of-factly, "In your case, however, you think that changing yourself physically would help you become more desirable?"

"Of course!" Hitome blurted out, then stopped to compose herself with a sheepish smile, "I'm, well, sort of a pleaser, I guess... even if sometimes I don't really make it very apparent. It makes me happy to care for others, to make them happy. It's one of the main reasons I looked into becoming a nurse," she licked her lips, "I just want others to... to want me, to look at me and really want me, to use me for their pleasure..." she blushed deeply now, "I want to look as desirable and willing to please as I really feel... and I've always felt that huge breasts express that," she looked at Fuki, "And, well, it's something I've always been attracted to myself..."

—

"And, are you familiar with the side effects?" Fuki asked.

Dr. Calista Ariello raised an eyebrow, "Enough to know what I'm getting myself into, yes."

"I see from your file you worked on the initial research yourself," Fuki said, her practiced smile belied her curiousity, "For refining the Nereidyl serum, that is."

Calista nodded, "On a need-to-know basis," she replied, her tone hinted at her exasperation, "Most of my work was purely theoretical, as I was denied access to the raw material itself," she sighed softly, her large, pouty lips parted for a moment as the buxom redhead thought about her next words for a moment, "However, computer simulations yielded a vast amount of data," she paused, then shrugged, "At the time, most of it looked like complete nonsense. I blamed the computer models I was supplied with and registered a complaint with my higher-ups, Dr. Krieger specifically."

"Did anything come of it?"

Calista shook her head, "In the way of an explanation, no. However, all my research was accepted and I was commended for my work, so it led me to believe the genetic deviations I presented in my papers and simulations could indeed occur, and perhaps even be predicted if not outright encouraged," she squinted slightly as she looked Fuki over with an analytical eye, "Considering this trial is even taking place, I think I'm correct."

Fuki grinned, "Perhaps you are, Dr. Ariello," she offered, "However, I have to note you not only registered for this trial, but outright demanded to be included in it," she raised her eyebrows, "Not to mention the sheer size of the implants you requested. To be completely honest with you, I wasn't aware implants that big were even being considered for an initial trial with the Nereidyl serum!"

Cali fixed her with a cool gaze, "That is correct, Dr. Yamato."

"So, why the absolute determination to be included? And, might I add, what would prompt you to transform your physique so abruptly?"

Calista stood up from her seat and placed her hands on her hips, looking down at the seated Fuki, "Let me be clear, Dr. Yamato," she began, "I am no stranger to being looked upon as, to put it crudely, prized fuckmeat," she said as she arched her back with a smirk, her very large, natural breasts straining against her bra and dress shirt, "I am well aware of my physical assets."

She sat back down, "That being the case, I truly believe in the greatness of this corporation. However unscrupulous some may consider it to be, I see the enormous potential in Mr. Montgomery's vision with the Nereidyl project," she adjusted her glasses slightly, "Simply put, I want to see this to its end, whether it subverts my body into an abomination, or new, unheard-of levels of enhancement, it's something I will gladly give to further this research to its full fruition."

"Have you given any thought about actually living with these changes, though?"

"Inconsequential, and honestly rather irrelevant," Calista replied nonchalantly, "Be it success or failure, the research data I can provide with my own body will surpass anything I could do from the sidelines..." she raised her chin defiantly, "And that, will be my ultimate contribution to the Corporation."

—

Deep underground, within the bowels of FabPharma headquarters, two men walked shoulder to shoulder down the winding path of sterile, spotless corridors that marked the secured and highly-restricted section of the compound assigned to the Nereidyl project. Their steps echoed down the facility, with only the ever-present, electric hum of a multitude of automated systems serving as background noise to their walk.

Bathed in the calm, bluish light of this section of the compound, the two figures made their way along their path.

"... Pending final psychological assessments, preparations for phase one of the trial are complete," said the taller of the two men, his cold, firm voice belying his advanced age.

"Excellent, Dr. Krieger," replied Nicholas Montgomery, "Personally, I believe these two trial patients will become great subjects for observation and analysis," he smiled thinly, "And, dare I say, quite the specimens for the Board of Directors to ogle at!"

Charles Krieger scoffed, "I still am not entirely convinced allowing one of our brightest researchers to submit herself to this treatment to be the best use of her abilities," he said, “However, I will yield that her self-expressed nigh-obsession with this project’s success, alongside her desire to further intensify and enhance her already rather-exemplary physique... should make a good match for this project.”

“As for that nurse,” Krieger continued, “I do not hold high hopes for that one,” he frowned, turning to Nicholas, “We have already determined the refined, yet otherwise unaltered compounds of the serum react to the subject’s subconscious psyche,” he turned back to face the looming doors the pair were approaching, “Judging from that one’s file, her quiet demeanor belies a plethora of repressed impulses.”

After passing a duo of heavily armed, suited guards that snapped to attention at their approach, silently signaling their greeting and acknowledgement of rank, the two men reached the large door at the end of the corridor, which slid open automatically with a soft hiss at their approach. A vast chamber stretched out from that point of entry, a score of technicians, additional guards, and a few members of the research staff milled about its darkened expanse, the soft glow emanating from the colossal tank installed in the massive room almost beckoning the new arrivals forward.

Nicholas grinned, glancing sideways at Dr. Krieger, “It’s always the quiet ones, isn’t it?”

Krieger’s deeply lined face furrowed into a scowl, his arms crossed over his broad chest as he stopped his stride, “Make light of it if you wish, Mr. Montgomery, the fact remains we are dealing with a highly psycho-reactive substance with the capacity to produce a staggering degree of alterations to organic compounds,” Krieger’s eyes were now fixed upon the enormous tank and its nebulous contents, “You’re already briefed and well-aware of the effects a third N-Class Event would have on our work, let alone this facility. God forbid if one of those... things... would ever manage to get out into the wild, much less merge with another like m—”

“That’s for you and your team to prevent, Dr. Krieger,” Nicholas interrupted, his tone turned harsh, “If I recall correctly, the two NCEs we have had to endure were due to your failings in working with this,” he flung his hand at the enormous tank, his own frustrations boiled to the surface momentarily before he settled on a cold smirk, matching the doctor’s glare, “Not that any of us could have predicted there was a living thing inside this dead beast,” he turned away from Krieger, “And the second NCE did have an... unforeseen... personal price for you.”

Krieger clenched his hands tightly as they hung by his sides, “Unforeseen, indeed.”

Nicholas spun around, hands raised, “Now, we’ve had our share of trying times, old friend!” he said as he walked next to the doctor, arm draped around his shoulders congenially as he guided him towards the tank, the specimen’s enormous tendrils floated in the murky preserving fluids, drifting in and out of view with the motion of the pump systems, “But we have been able to glean great things due to our endurance...”

They both looked at the tank, “And this...” Nicholas continued, excitement creeping into his voice, “This is only the beginning!”

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