Just waking up

Jessica’s eyes opened slowly as the sedative wore off, blinking heavily as she coming to on a stiff bed. She rubbed the drowsiness from her eyes and began to take in her surroundings. Her jacket was folded neatly, sitting on the bed next to her and once her fuzzy mind put the dots together, heart began to race. Jessica realized she was in one of the dozens of identical rooms she saw earlier, the same kind of room that poor Tracey was in.

Jessica got to her feet and tried to open the door but there was no door knob or anything to open the door from her side. She pounded on the one way mirror next to the door, yelling idle threats about how she would be missed and people would start looking for her soon.

Finally giving up, the detective returned to the bed and sat down. Just as soon as she got across the room, the door swung open and a tall man swiftly stepped in.

“Please have a seat,” He said with a calm voice that startled her. While he sounded nice, she could almost feel his voice dripping with impatience.

Jessica didn’t say a word but leaned against the bed, instead opting to watch him closely and try to gather as much information as she could while he talked.

“It seems you’ve found yourself in quite a situation.” The man said as he ran a hand through his well kept hair, “My name is Dr. Johnson and I am one of several doctors who run the facility you stumbled upon.”

He paused for her response but when none came, he continued, “I’m sure you are wondering what exactly it is we do here.”

“It’s obvious,” Jessica said, “You abduct women and bring them here to turn them into sex objects.”

“No, you are wrong about that,” the doctor said, “We have not **** a single women, they have all come here to improve their lives.”

“And did they know that improving their lives meant blowing up to **** sizes?” She said incredulously.

“Some did, but a certain amount of discretion was required when it comes to our product.”

“Just what product do you make?” The detective asked.

Dr. Johnson smirked, “If you must know… we are creating a pill that will create the ideal woman, the perfect girlfriend, wife or partner. What you saw were the results of first formulas we tested”

“You guys are sick!” Jessica said, “You need to let me out of here right now.”

“See now, we can’t allow that. If you were to leak the details of what we do here we wouldn’t be able to finish our work.”

“So what then? You’re going to turn me into whatever you made that poor girl? Your perfect girlfriend?”

The doctor remained silent but stood up while Jessica continued, “Well good luck with that, I wont take one of your god forsaken pills.”

Her blood ran cold when he turned and saw a smirk on his face, “Not to worry detective, we have already administered a dose while you slept, and I assure you that this rendition of the formula is much more… effective.” He said as he opened the door to leave.

Jessica's jaw dropped as her stomach turned, the gravity of the situation sinking in. If he was telling the truth, she wouldn’t be able to save those women, let alone herself. The detective tried to rush the door and break past him but he shut the door just in time, the electric lock engaging as her hand reached the door.

The sound of her fists banging on the door could be heard echoing down the hall as she switched between shouting obscenities and begging them to free her, but it was too late. Her blows grew softer as her strength began to fade and she felt a fog settle over her. Jessica felt a ball of anxiety building in the pit of her stomach as it dawned on her that the **** was beginning to take effect.

Third Trial Log.

SUBJECTS NAME: Jessica Parker

AGE: 27

OCCUPATION: Detective

BRA SIZE: B-cup

HEIGHT: 5’3”

WEIGHT: 112 lbs

HAIR COLOR: Brown hair

WAIST: 31 inches

HIPS: 38 inches

PHOTO:

1000 hours - Observations

Subject is restless, no visible changes as of yet.

1010 hours - Observations

Subject seems to be less agitated, possibly accepting the situation or potentially the **** having submissive properties.

1030 hours - Observations

Subject is complaining about an increased temperature. Check the impact of the **** on body temp to avoid fever.