...this can't wait. They're going back ...

Yeah, you know what, no. This was way too life changing for Cynthia to just blow it off as some sort of task one did later. She was blue for Christ's sake and had more curves than a Peruvian road at the moment.

"Nope." Dana spoke. "We're taking you back to the lab to see what's up with you."

Cynthia's eyes grew to the size of dinner plates as Dana took ahold of her and began to drag her to the car. Her curves wobbled under her clothes, boobs smacked against the top of her belly. Too surprised about this, it took her a few moments until she noticed the car rolling down the street and back towards the lab.

"We're not having this conversation again, not after the last time you blew off a seemingly not important situation." Dana curt stated. "Not again."

"But Dana."

"No 'Dana' me Cynthia, I say we get you checked upon." Dana cut the blue shortstack off before she could speak again. Cynthia's mouth opened a fraction of its size before it clamped shut with Dana motioning with a zip. Cynthia stared at her co-worker to find a way to make Dana see her point of view. Thoughts formed and collided with one another as Cynthia's only response would be "but the company" which wouldn't exactly help her at the moment. Instead she stared off