Melissa's Investigations

As the trio, led by Frank, left the room Melissa ruminated on this revelation. Another blueberry woman! Another one of her! True she wasn't exactly the same; if her math was right those boobs on her were nearly the size of Melissa right now! True if she let herself expand with juice, in a day or two, she'd be larger than the poor gal. Melissa was getting off track, she waddled (a verb that she had now grown to hate, but there wasn't anything else apt to describe her movements) over to Susan.

"Susan, call Drew in Department 5? Tell him to call me back in an hour.”

"Yes, Miss Danvers."

"Afterwards meet me in my chambers, I need you to hold the phone while I call Melody." Finished, Melissa waddled towards another chamber in the sprawling complex that was her office. East was her juicing room, center was the meeting area, and west was her private chambers. It would've been a two minute walk if she was smaller, but at her size, it was nearly six. She was sweating bullets by the time she waddled into her room. A small drone buzzed alive and floated in front of her face.

"Spray and wipe."

"SORRY AUDIO RECOGNITION DIDN'T QUITE CATCH THAT; PLEASE SAY IT AGAIN!"

"Dammit, my chin is hitting my fat neck. Spray and wipe!" A spritz squirted Melissa in the face who spat out the water. Ugggh, it was warm, she needed to tell Susan to change out the bottle once she had the time. A sporadic jiggly robot arm wiped her face making the woman cringe, once it was done, Melissa was left alone in her room. It looked bare besides a few monolithic pillars around the room. The only other furnishing was a shelf that was covered with pictures of a young girl, about six-to-seven years old, with a thinner Melissa. The blueberry woman sighed before the walking of feet echoed behind her.

"I got the phone for you, Miss Danvers."

"Put it to my head." Susan did so. "Now click the call sign."

"Miss Danvers?" A voice called back.

"Hello Charlotte, is my baby awake?"

"Yes, Miss Danvers. Here you go, it's mommy Melody."

"Hi mommy!" A slur voice of a young girl replied.

"Baby gal, it's mommy!" Melissa smiled, putting on a goo-goo voice for her young daughter. The girl babbled about her day without prompt while Melissa ate it all up. They talked for fifteen minutes until Melody asked a question that made Melissa's heart ache.

"When can I see you again? It's been....four months."

"Soon baby, but mommy's condition is very delicate. I can't visit you until I'm better."

"Can't I see you?"

"I wish, I really wish, but we can't. I'm under special orders not to show my face. We'll see each other soon, I swear."

"You swear?"

"I swear, I have to go now. Can you put Charlotte again?"

".oookay...you can talk to Charlotte now." The two made kissy motions before Charlette was put back on the phone.

"Is Melody doing okay in school? What about her other caretakers, are they okay?"

"Melody's doing amazing in class. Danielle and Peter are swe-great. Peter had to miss his appointment last week due to a family outing other than that, they're good Miss Danvers."

"Fantastic keep it that way. I'll transfer the money by tonight, thank you for your continued assistance Charlotte."

"You're welcome." The two hung up leaving Susan and Melissa alone once again. The swollen woman's face twisted in a grimace. "Is my suit tighter?"

"You do know strong emotions affect your expansion." Susan piped up.

"Drat, you're right. I must be more upset than I realized." Melissa turned to Susan. "What's your opinion on Desire's blue niece?"

"Strange coincidence that they were in the same city as you, Miss Danvers."

"Strange; I agree. Did she have something that Desire didn't tell us? Those girls were performers, I doubt they possessed any clandestine information.” Melissa wished she could use her hands to rub her chin. “Why haven't I've seen the third girl before? I would’ve sworn that we’d hear about a giant bosomed orb. Handy; please look up…what was the name of that troupe? Cobalt Theater, there you go.”

One of the pillars around the room rapidly blinked bright lights across its surface; recently the company had decided to jump up to medical assistance technology allowing the disabled their own little Alexas. Melissa, in her condition, made the perfect test subject to gauge the A.I’s intelligence. They were proving to be fairly good besides a few hiccups.

“Cobalt Theater.” It robotically replied. Google images showed a plethora of posters, and pictures, and other imagery of the entertainers. It took a moment before Melissa found the change. Where once there were twelve people on display for the Twelve Months of Amazement! (the circus acrobatic division), one of them being a bubbly clown, there were only eleven people. In the background of the group was a massive sphere, most people would think it was a giant gag ball, however after Mellisa’s recent meeting, she knew who this was.

“How’d they disguise her cleavage? There’s no way her hooters wouldn’t be front and center, they should be shadowing the group.” Melissa mused. “Pfft at least she shares something with that sex doll shaped P.I.”

She continued to investigate, meanwhile her assistant kept vigilant for more guests. She continued to investigate the poster prior to the giant sphere that was, most likely, the clown girl. All these posters were for their fall-winter tour from last year, and the most recent one was for this year’s fall tour. This meant, at minimum, the poor girl had been a blueberry for the past fourteen months! Melissa’s body gurgled, she had only suffered this humiliation for four months, she couldn’t imagine another ten months on that.

She was brought out of her stupor by a finger tapping her shoulder. She did her best to turn looking at Susan holding up a phone.

“It's from Drew.”

“Already? Put him on.” Melissa composed herself. “Good evening, Mr. Drew. It’s Melissa M. Danvers, we haven’t talked much but I require a favor.”

There was a conversation that Susan couldn’t hear so she only had her boss’ words to go by.

“Correct, I’ll see what I can do. Pauline is a handful, I know, but I can grease a few gears to get her ready to listen to your proposal. Yes, I’ll do it by Friday next week, you can be assured I am punctual. What do I need? I’ve heard you control our tower’s cameras, but not only that, you have access to a few of our competitors’ as well. I’m not blackmailing you, we both want the good of the company. It'd be stupid for me to do that. What I need for you is to send me a video between the hours of…” Melissa gave a guesstimate for Barbara’s capture, she also gave the precise direction where the circus would be located. “And send it to my email at MelBlu15 at our company’s email address.”

Once finished, Melissa and Drew continued to make deals with one another until the blueberry asked Susan to cut the call. Seemingly finished, Melissa spoke once again.

“Dandy, please open up email: DrewKDM for me and project it on the wall.”

“Certainly.” The A.I replied. The pair watched a screen project onto an empty wall. They stood in silence, their POV was from one of the taller towers in the city. It showed birds flying, clouds moving, and the hustle and bustle of the city. The video lasted for hours and the swollen director had to speed up the stream, right until a little dot appeared in the distance.

“Zoom in.” She said, The A.I did so, both women squinted; looking closer at the dot there it was the unmistakable shape of Barabra. Thankfully with how far she was her decency was saved, still the thought of her jiggly spheres on display for everybody to see must’ve been embarrassing. Hopefully the poor woman wasn’t putting too much thought into the circumstance of her ****.

“Look at the go.” Susan muttered.

“Yes but where are they heading?” The pair watch the helicopters continue to fly away from the circus grounds, heading west for seven miles before disappearing behind a hill.

“Susan, note the location down and have a team drive there. Find out if there was any trace of the girl. I may be mistaken but I believe I saw those copters starting to descend. They may have placed the girl onto a rig or truck or whatever else they have on them.”

“Certainly, Miss Danvers.” Susan didn’t ask questions; she merely followed her boss’ orders.