Growing into the Job Post 504: A Day at Far Horizons: EPIRI, 1:52 PM

Evolution Pharmaceuticals Innovation and Research Institute (EPIRI)

Monday, 1:52 PM – Study Clinic, Private Treatment Room 3

Re: Adrienne Aleppo Product Study #F8-040-AA

Adrienne Aleppo, starlet, Product Study Subject #F8-042-AA and current celebrity member of the “Stinkers!” reality TV show,  exhaled dramatically and let her head fall back against the cushioned treatment chair, scrolling through her phone with one manicured finger.

Bored. So bored.

The new clinic was nice, sure, in the research wing of this new medical facility. Well, the building is old but inside everything’s new. This office was way better than the dingy old one they used before. Here, everything was pristine, sleek, modern, all glossy white surfaces, backlit panels, and soft, ambient lighting. There was even a fancy little refreshment station out in the lounge, with alkaline water and tiny crystal bowls of imported nuts and berries, like some bougie Beverly Hills spa.

Still.

She couldn’t believe she had to keep coming here to the Midwest in person for these treatments. Why couldn’t they just send her a nurse or something? Ship the injections straight to the cast house in LA? She was a star, right? People should be coming to her.

Ugh. Whatever.

She flicked her gaze back to her phone, checking the socials. They’d been trending all morning:

 #AdrienneAleppo #Stinkers!AfterDark #AdrienneCleavageCam 

Adrienne smirked, checking out the views of all the most popular clips from the show. She was the most-watched cast member. Of course she was.

Her “Adrienne Cleavage Cam” feed had quickly become the biggest draw for the show’s online subscribers, the 24-hour livestream that followed her around the house, catching every bounce and jiggle, every curve, every lazy stretch in glorious HD. Sometimes they just planted the camera in front of her chest, while she ate or slept, no face, nothing else but boob. Give the little people out there what they want, I’ve got plenty. She hadn’t even meant to monopolize the screen time and all the viewers’ attention (well, maybe a little bit she had) - it just happened naturally.

Well…okay, not totally naturally.

She pursed her lips, tapping her fingers against her thigh. This product stuff was working, whatever it was. Her boobs were now huge, her butt equally big. No gym, no more surgery. She was just plain getting bigger, in all the right places. And it was all happening in front of a nationwide audience of millions.

The fans? The fans were obsessed with her, she knew it. More than that - her castmates were obsessed with her. Some were minor celebrities, some were regular people; it didn’t matter. She could feel it. The way the girls had started to gravitate toward her. The way the guys looked at her - wide-eyed, rapt, recently seeming helpless to look away. Even when anyone thought they were winning arguments with her, they were losing. They couldn’t win when everyone wanted her. 

And the shrinking?

Adrienne bit her lower lip in thought.

It had started so subtly, just recently, right after that plane ride back from her last treatment a week or so ago, where she thought it would be cool if they all started to get smaller - well, the guys, at least. Then, in the matter of two days, a guy would complain that his sneakers felt weird. Another would notice his watch fitting looser. One of them - Dane? Devin? - had made a comment just yesterday about how the countertops seemed higher than before.

Had she done that? YES!

But it was just so little. It wasn’t fast enough. Not dramatic enough. She wanted to see it happen quickly. She wanted her male castmates scurrying around the house like little rats before Christmas. The show only had another couple months - this needed to happen faster!

And where the hell was her milk?

Adrienne clicked her nails against the side of her phone. At her last treatment she had told the nerds that ran this study that she wanted to start lactating it, breastmilk, a kind that would keep her castmates hooked on her. She didn’t know how she came up with the idea, or care how they did it. It didn’t matter what kind of, like, medicines or hormone boosters or even magic spells they had to come up with. She wanted it now.

‘It doesn’t work that way.’ they’d told me. WHATEVER.

This time they better not give her any excuses.

She tapped over to her DM requests - hundreds, obviously. She scrolled through, rolling her eyes at the pathetic desperation of some of them. Men were so weak.

dankman420: U r the hottest thing on TV. U changed my life. Pls notice me.
jake_the_snake22: I would literally let you step on me. Please.
babyyboy69: You’re a literal goddess. How do I worship you? Tell me what to do.

Adrienne smirked, snapping a quick selfie, pushing her lips into the perfect, sultry pout, angling the camera just low enough to catch the soft swell of her cleavage.

She hit <post>

And right on cue - the door clicked open.

Ugh. Finally.

She looked up from her phone, and another thought went through her.

Ugh. Who are these two?

She’d expected someone important. Instead, ugh, she got them.

The medical assistant walked in first. Her dark hair was glossy and hung loose, the shape of her obviously-enhanced figure apparent even in the crisp mint green of her fitted scrubs. She - Silvia was her name, or at least that’s what it said on her pin - carried herself like someone more important than what she was, just a helper. She seemed nonplussed. Had Adrienne seen her before?

I dunno. All these people run together. 

Anyway, she did recognize the girl following behind her a bit more - she was a fan, a fangirl in fact, and had gushed over Adrienne at her last visit. Not that she remembered her name, of course. She was just an intern, though, right? The fangirl? She was young, college age probably, and her face lit up the second she got a glimpse of Adrienne, her delight barely contained. She’d obviously gone and dyed her hair, the audacious red of it a clear imitation of Adrienne’s own signature color. Wait was it like that last time? She couldn’t remember.

“Omigod Adrienne Aleppo! Bonkers -  it’s you again!” the intern squealed, in a strong Australian accent, “I’m so bloody excited!”

Adrienne smirked. At least someone in this room knows how to act.

Then she spotted what Silvia was holding: a sealed silver container, sleek and locked tight, the Evolution Pharmaceuticals emblem gleaming under the overhead lights.

Adrienne sat up. “Finally,” she scoffed.

Silvia arched a brow, pausing just long enough to let the silence stretch. Then she spoke. “You must be a very important patient. You’re really so lucky they agreed to this.”

Adrienne’s smirk froze. “Excuse me?”

“Well, you know…you’re so early for your next treatment,” Silvia continued smoothly, setting the case down on the tray beside the chair. She proceeded to show the intern a few things about the container, then continued. “I don’t think we’ve had anyone else demand another round less than a week after their last one. What’s going on? Is your hive not buzzing fast enough for you?”

“Yeah I mean we all saw your name on the patient list today and got really jazzed,” the intern (Sammi, that’s her name) voiced. 

Adrienne’s lips curled, more reflex than amusement. “Oh, so they talk about me here?”

Silvia’s smile didn’t quite reach her eyes. “Oh, honey. We love talking about you.”

Sammi, seemingly oblivious to the tension, bounced on her heels, practically vibrating with excitement. “I still can’t believe I get to meet you again!” she gushed, pushing the tray closer, fumbling to unlatch the case. “I mean, you’re you! And I - ahh! - I just loved the last episode, even watching the live feed, the way you…”

Adrienne smiled, and listened as Sammi continued, describing the intricacies of the happenings in the Stinkers! house over the past week - like she didn’t know already. Always a sucker for praise, though, it took a bit before she interrupted the intern with the wave of a lazy hand, cutting her off. “Yes yes yes…I know. Now, can we get on with it?”

“Oh, sure, yes, sorry Adrienne,” Sammi apologized.

The flame-haired, bosomy starlet flicked her gaze to Silvia again. “Honestly, though? Kinda surprised they sent an assistant to do this. Figured someone more important would be the one giving me my shot.”

Silvia’s smile sharpened. She instructed Sammi to put on some latex gloves. “Oh, I guess the important people are busy, sorry,” she said, sliding a gloved hand over the container, fingers brushing the Evolution emblem. “So instead…”

She trailed off, enjoying the moment. Then, with pointed nonchalance:

“...you get us.”

Adrienne’s nails tapped against her phone and narrowed her eyes. She wasn’t stupid - she could hear the tone, the passive-aggressive little dig. But, whatever. They were still giving her what she wanted.

She flipped her hair, crossing one long, perfect leg over the other. “So, when are we-”

A hiss of the seal being broken.

Adrienne turned just in time to see Sammi extracting the syringe. Her brows shot up.

“Wait - what? The intern??”

Silvia smirked. “Sammi is training on injections. If you want yours today, you’ll be getting it from her.”

Adrienne stared, giving the bossy medical assistant her best bitch face, then she looked at Sammi. The girl was muttering something weird, in a language Adrienne didn’t understand. Must be in Australian. She had the syringe in her hands, and was stepping closer to her. 

Fine. 

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