Third Trial (Finished)

During college, three young chemistry majors met. As they got to know one another, they found that they all shared an interest in finding the perfect girlfriend and decided that by combining their efforts, they could use their knowledge and education to create a **** that would transform anyone into the perfect woman.

This is the story and log of their third human trial as they try to work out problems in the ****.

Jessica slammed her car door shut and looked up at the grey building she worked in. She had been a detective for just four short years but in that time she had climbed the ranks faster than anyone in recent memory. She was cold and quiet, her gray eyes were sharp and seemed to be deep in thought. With no husband or children, Jessica had very few distractions so she devoted herself to her job, and it was for this reason she excelled in her field. There was a joke around the office that she was asexual and that her vagina had teeth that would bite anything that came too close. Being the only woman in the department, she didn’t mind the jokes as it kept all the guys at bay as she had no interest in a casual relationship since they only served as distractions.

The young detective closed the door to her private office, the noise of the office floor dulled to a soft murmur as she opened her filing cabinet. Jessica had stumbled across a case the other day which shared a few too many similarities with one she saw about a month ago. Her sharp mind never forgot a case, meaning she could recall the witnesses as far back as the first case she solved on her own.

Shuffling the two files on her desk, Jessica began to compare the cases side by side. Both women were in their twenties and seemed to be struggling in their own way. The younger one was working paycheck to paycheck at a small restaurant, barely surviving off tips. The other woman had a long history of mental health issues and had standing appointments with a therapist. Most of her coworkers chalked it up to the women running away to start new and tried to convince Jessica that there was no correlation between the cases, telling her that she was grasping for straws but she just couldn’t shake the hunch.

While investigating the woman's apartment, Jessica found a business card with a phone number on it. She tried calling it but the number was no longer active. She was able to trace the phone call to a business district in the old part of the city and saved the address on a sticky note. With no other leads, Jessica decided this was her last shot at cracking the case and decided she would check it out.

Taking another detective with her would be standard but since she was working on a hunch and didn’t want to embarrass herself if it didn’t pan out, Jessica waited until it was her lunch.

“Hey boss,” She said as she poked her head into the directors office, “I’m heading out for lunch.”

The silver haired man barely looked up from his desk, pouring over a file, “Sounds good, take your time.” A small smile crept onto her face before her usual calm demeanor took over.

The drive was uneventful and before long Jessica's sleek black car pulled up in front of the building. Instead of parking right in front, she went about a block away and parked there. She wasn’t too worried about this visit but old habits died hard and she didn’t want to seem too obvious with her intentions.

A bus rattled by before she stepped out of her car, this part of town was clearly forgotten and neglected. Trash blew across the street in front of old decrepit shops, long since closed and dwarfed by the few towering buildings around them. The petite woman wrapped her coat around herself tightly as the breeze sent a shiver down her spine and made her way back down the street. Being skinny meant people often underestimated her but that never bothered her, since she was unassuming and could blend in without standing out.

Jessica finally reached the business office and found the door unlocked which swung open on creaking hinges. Though the outside looked neglected, the inside was a stark contrast of sleek and modern design.

“Hello?” She called out as she stepped through the door.

White walls surrounded the waiting room which held a couple comfortable looking chairs, an elevator and a reception desk. Even though there was nothing inherently suspicious about the room, the cleanliness in a comparatively dirty place was setting off alarm bells in her mind.

Keeping her cool, Jessica approached the front desk to see if she could ask the receptionist a few questions and find out what business called the decrepit building home. Much to her surprise, the detective did not find anyone at the desk, instead finding a card that said ‘We are currently away and will be back shortly, please have a seat and help yourself to the complimentary snacks.’ Looking around, Jessica did not see any snacks and once again felt the familiar chill run down her spine as the unsettling office seemed even more off putting.

With no one to talk to at the front desk, Jessica could either cut her losses and leave or investigate further. She was hesitant to make a move since she didn’t have a warrant but she did not see an ‘Employees only’ sign which meant there shouldn’t be any harm in checking out the elevator, right?

She hit the call button for the lift and after a few seconds the doors slid open silently. Jessica noted that the elevator was fairly standard as she stepped inside, silver walls with a panel next to the door depicting what floor she was on and several buttons beneath the screen. One thing caught the detectives keen eye that caused her to pause. The floor buttons went all the way up to the 6th floor but the panel also had a button for a basement beneath the ground floor. While this may not have stuck out to anyone else, Jessica knew that the buildings in this district were built before the city allowed basements.

“Well at least I can say I found this.” She thought to herself as she pressed the button for the basement, knowing if she found nothing else she could report the building for not being up to code.

The elevator shook as it began to descend, going further and further beneath the building. As the silver box rattled further and further down, so did Jessica's heart. Why is this going so deep? She thought to herself, wishing she would have brought back up instead of going solo. After descending for nearly a minute straight, Jessica could feel the elevator beginning to slow as it reached the bottom.

The doors slide open once again and the cold air of the basement rushed in, the sterile air reminded her of a hospital. Jessica’s eyes widened, the hardened detectives face, which rarely showed emotion, showed shock and surprise as she took in her surroundings. Deep beneath the building was an incredibly long hallway that extended so far that it must have reached nearly two city blocks with doors lining the hallway at regular intervals.

Jessica stepped forward on unsteady legs, once again wishing she had brought back up as she crept along. She knew she shouldn’t be here but she couldn’t bring herself to leave. Jessica peered into the first room, it was well lit and empty save for a bed and a small table next to it. The bed was a standard medical one you would find in an examining room, complete with the thin disposable paper on it.

Moving down the hallway, Jessica had lost count of how many rooms she passed when she found something that made her heart drop. This room wasn’t any different than the ones before, besides the fact that it had a person inside of it. The woman inside had to be the… bustiest woman Jessica had ever seen. Her boobs were so big they dominated her torso, in fact they completely hide her body and looked like a set of tits on legs.

Jessica averted her gaze from the naked woman, feeling guilty to be looking at a naked person but something made her look again. Doing a double take, the detective realized the woman who leaned against the wall, cradling her massive mammaries looked familiar. She racked her brain until it finally clicked, this woman was Tracey, the first girl to go missing. Jessica recalled the picture attached to the file of a smiling young woman, petite in all ways and certainly not sporting a set of boobs so large that she couldn’t move without creating an earthquake of titflesh.

The detective grabbed her phone in an attempt to call for backup, but this far underground she had no cell service. Cursing, Jessica shoved her phone back in her pocket and tried to open the door to the woman's cell but it was locked with an intricate electronic system. As she tried the door, she was oblivious to the soft sound of footsteps behind her until a pair of rough hands grabbed her. A firm hand covered her mouth and the other restrained her arms but not before injecting something into her neck. Jessica found herself struggling less and less as she slipped into unconsciousness.

The door clicked shut behind Dr. Johnson as he entered a room with monitors dotting the walls, his two partners turning away from the monitor that displayed the intruder sound asleep in one of the many rooms.

“How was she able to infiltrate the facility with such little resistance? And how did she get so far?” The shorter scientist said, clearly shaken from how close they were to being discovered. “If she gets word out about our operation we could be ruined!”

Dr. Johnson lifted his hand to quiet the other man, “I was well aware of her attempts to infiltrate, and I assure you that the moment the elevator descended it was programmed to not go back up without one of our key cards.”

“I don't care if she could escape, I want to know if anyone is aware of her activities!”

“Once again, the reason we selected this location and operate so far underground is to prevent leaks. We are four hundred feet beneath the street, no signal can reach this far down.” He said as he set her phone on the desk with the monitor. “I have already gone through her phone and have found no evidence of her leaking information.”

“What do we do with her?” The third scientist said, who had been quiet up until now. “I understand she is a detective researching the missing women we have experimented on.”

“Yes that is troublesome,” Dr. Johnson said as he rubbed his temples, “But I have a connection with someone in the department and they are currently spinning a story to cover up her disappearance and to destroy evidence regarding our organization.”

“You don’t mean to…” The short scientist began to say before trailing off.

“Yes indeed I do,” Dr. Johnson said, “gentlemen, please prepare our newest formula for a trial.”