Braless briefing

++ Monday August 16th. Cheyene Mountain, Colorado. ++

A klaxon sounds. Uniformed men run to seal doors and get to duty posts. In a man made warren of concrete tunnels lights flicker and go out, to be replaced by red emergency lighting. Shouts of confusion echo along busy and empty corridors alike.

"Whats going on?" one uniformed man says to another.

"I dont know. Maybe its another drill!" replies the second. Three floors below them Dr Daniel Jackson hurried through the corridors of the underground complex almost knocking over several people in his haste. "Sorry I'm late. Something up?" he said, skidding to a halt in a small office.

"Dr Jackson, we have a situation!" informed General Hammond.

Meanwhile, across the country, Dana Scully was having a bad start to her day. Knowing that her breasts were now too big for any of her old bras or blouses she had dispensed with them straight away and gone online to find a supplier who could cater to her new 'requirements'. She had managed to find one after a couple of hours and placed an order with next day delivery. But now she was realising that even these new blouses were a little on the tight side! Eventually, managing to get it done up, she pulled on her suit jacket and checked herself in the mirror.

It was obvious that she'd never be able to fasten her jacket over her chest now, and her new blouse was stretched tautly, the buttons threatening to ping off at any moment. She shook her head. It would have to do. Adjusting the seat of her car right back to accommodate her chest Dana drove to work.

Fox greeted her at the door to the conference room. "Scully." he smiled, "Are you ok? Skinner's waiting for us."

"It's nothing." Dana replied as they went in, "You would not believe the amount of stares I got as I came into work."

"Agents." greeted Skinner as they sat down.

"What's the assignment?" asked Fox.

"There's been a report of some ... unusual activity in a small town in Colorado." Fox smiled. They always called him if there was anything 'unusual'!

"Do we know what type of activity?" asked Scully, nudging her chair back for more room.

"Just that there have been an inordinate amount of rapes!"

"Sir, isn't that a case for the local police?"

"Not in this case. The victims are all men! It seems that the towns women have been gripped by some sort of uncontrollable... nymphomania." Scully gasped, then regretted it as several buttons shot off across the room, narrowly missing the directors head. There was a faint sound of material giving way, then her blouse gave up the struggle and her massive breasts burst out onto the table! Dana blushed. Fox grinned. Skinner gave her a disdaining look, then a secret glance as she struggled to pull her jacket over them.

"Get going." he ordered, "And next time Agent Scully, wear something with a bit more.. room!".

Once Dana had covered herself up as best she could she joined Fox outside Skinners office. "This could be very interesting Scully, it might be the work of aliens!" said Mulder. Dana didn't know whether he was making a joke or being serious.

"Mulder, we don't have any of the situational facts yet so why the alien involvement?" she retorted.

"I have a hunch." he replied. Dana knew all about Mulders 'hunches'. "When you book the tickets to Colorado, do mine for the day after tomorrow" he continued, "I want to check with some sources."

Scully sighed, making her breasts heave against the material that barely confined them.

"I'll meet you out there." finished Mulder as he strode off.