of course not II

The hole in MacKenzie's skirt grew bigger, revealing to Billy the fact the stuffy, self-absorbed, prim and proper reporter was actually wearing a pair of Hello Kitty panties. Billy stifled a snicker and kept filming.

A hole appeared in the lapel of her blazer and another in the center of her blouse and another in the front of her skirt below the crotch. MacKenzie was unaware of the problem with her clothes. "Let's get closer," she said.

Billy shrugged and followed. As he did, he noticed MacKenzie would stop every few feet. Her breathing was growing heavier. "You OK?" he asked.

"Wha? Um, yeah," she said. She turned and looked at Billy. Her face was flush, and her chest was heaving.

Billy looked at her. It seemed to him MacKenzie was growing aroused. Had the goo that soaked into her scalp had some aphrodisiac effect? She gave him a nervous, embarrassed look, then turned back and continued.

They continued on as Billy watched the hole in the back of MacKenzie's skirt get bigger. She still kept stopping and taking deep breaths.

This is freaky, thought Billy.

By the time MacKenzie and Billy made it to crouch behind a group of large rocks, MacKenzie had a hole six inches in diameter in the back of her skirt and she was nearly panting. They were now about forty yards from the entrance to the facility. A fire truck was spraying water into a hole in the roof and men in hazmat suits were everywhere, loading boxes into vans.

Just then Billy and MacKenzie heard a shout. "Hey, what are you doing?!"