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Sometimes despite being the head of a self-named laboratory, Dr Science still felt like a grad student.
There was, of course, the endless wonder she had at the limitless possibilities of science that never went away, even as she became a little jaded, a mite blasé.
But there was also that academic panic of preparing for an assignment at the last minute or the dark misanthropic swell that accompanied a group project that just didn’t work out even though she’d delegated all the boring parts to someone dependable.
By the end of the work day, she needed a passable presentation on her anti-allergies lung strengthening serum because by the evening she would be on a plane to a scientific conference.
Adding to the panic, without Careful’s backing research she would need to very carefully present herself not as some nut that tested experiments on herself even though she did do that.
Very rude of him to take a vacation without telling anyone! Didn’t he ever think of anyone other than himself?
Or at least she heard that’s where he was. Frankly she thought him too boring to just up and go on a trip without agonizing planning. Usually she’d applaud him developing some spontaneity but it was seriously inconveniencing her.
The point being that Dr Science absolutely had no time for any distractions or diversions today. Which is why, in a procrastinator’s way, when Dr Nemesis sent an all caps, red text on black background with a rotating skull gif email for a meeting request, Dr Science went to see what she needed, secretly glad for the distraction.
What Dr Nemesis wanted though was to rehash an old argument.
“I don’t have time for this! I have a half-assed presentation in my office I need to polish up to fully assed,” said Dr Science. She energetically gestured back out the lab door, sending her extensive bosom wobbling.
“For your tit growth injections?” asked Dr Nemesis, glaring at the squirrel tits as they bounced to a rest. She also took a step back, as if afraid they’d smack her in the chin.
“Actually it’s a topical serum,” said Dr Science, too busy thinking of the work she wasn’t doing to notice Dr Nemesis’ staring at her like an eyesore. “And the primary purpose is allergy prevention. … I’m presenting at a conference,” she added, proudly.
“Yes, yes, congratulations, Doctor. Once again you'll give the scientific community a lot to look at. But what about my completely reasonable request?”
“I can’t assign you a full time intern!” objected Dr Science. “For one thing, if they were full time, we’d have to pay them in more than resume building and the occasional free soda from the vending machines!”
“My work is at a crucial stage, I need an intern!” Dr Nemesis declared. “Yes, a foolish, malleable mind to mold as I see fit and a warm body for my experiments!”
As usual, somehow, the red flags in Dr Nemesis’ speech completely passed Dr Science by. Not a dumb woman, she had an unfortunate blind spot of not really listening to the words Dr Nemesis said. She just appreciated the energy behind them, even if the energy behind them was slightly menacing and definitely manic.
“Didn’t you have an intern named Carol? A mink? Always brushing her fur and popping her gum?”
Dr Nemesis gestured around the lab. “Do you see her around? She was useless as an intern and I told her there’d need to be big changes for her to keep working in my lab.”
“And she quit?” asked Dr Science sympathetically. “Kids these days just don’t have the work ethic I did as an intern.”
“Yes, ‘work ethic’,” Nemesis echoed sarcastically.
“In any case, after that party of shrunken interns never returned from the vents, we only have two active interns right now and Dr Somnus has somehow scheduled all of Jessica’s time. I keep meaning to have a talk with that woman but… I guess it slipped my mind?”
Dr Science frowned. She almost remembered such a conversation but it slipped away. And Dr Nemesis spoke up again, her squeaky, demanding voice fully bringing Science back to the conversation at hand.
“What of the bird intern, Serena? She has chaos in her heart that I could nurture… into being an enthusiastic and dedicated young lady (dedicated to chaos).”
“Dr Careful wrote me a hundred page treatise on why I shouldn’t let you mentor Serena. Haven’t started reading it yet but the font on the first page was pretty emphatic.” Dr Science frowned again, disgruntled. “Although why should I read a hundred pages when he can’t even bother to write one email telling me he’s going on an extended vacation?”
“Yes, I’m sure he’s enjoying his vacation... To the seaside?” hazarded Dr Nemesis. She was the one that started the rumor that Careful was on vacation. She’d noticed he hadn’t been in for a while, which was good for her and her schemes.
“Ah, that actually reminds me. I was going to ask Dr Careful but he totally dropped the ball getting me those bean serum tests and not telling me he’s going on vacation is just unprofessional. So in his absence, I want you to be chief scientist while I go to a conference.”
Dr Nemesis froze. Maniacal laughter bubbled up, by force of habit, but it was held in check by a gleeful sneer of Grinchian proportions that spread across the chipmunk’s face.
At long last, Science Laboratories would be hers! At least until the good Doctor Science came back from the conference. But who could say when that would be, besides the organizers and what did they know anyway? Did they know how a person could get sidetracked??
“What was that about sidetracking?” asked Dr Science.
“Nothing. Thinking aloud.” Dr Nemesis let out a brief evil giggle. Not the full evil laugh she preferred but “So many evil preparations to make, so little time!”
“Good to see you’re as enthusiastic as ever about this new challenge!” It was actually fortunate she came to talk to Nemesis, instead of working on her presentation. It allowed her to make sure the lab was in good hands during her absence.
Dr Science left Nemesis’ lab, to go make preparations for the conference. Leaving Dr Nemesis to make preparations of her own.
“C.A.R.O.L., bring up the secret sinister files on Project Trojan Bean!”
Then, Dr Nemesis did indulge in a laugh which rang through her lab.
---
Dr Science strode through the hallways of Science Laboratories, pulling a travel suitcase behind her.
With the desperation of a deadline increasingly imminent, she managed to make something not halfway decent but 120% decent. And just in time to head to the airport.
She poked her head into this lab and that, telling her scientists that she was going to a conference and that Dr Nemesis was to be in charge.
At last, she poked into Nemesis’ lab to turn over the metaphorical keys. Metaphorically they represented the grave and important responsibility of managing Science Laboratories. They were also real keys but only opened up the vending machines for some off the books snacking.
But after Dr Science turned over the vending machine keys, Dr Nemesis had something important to tell her.
“As the rumor goes, Dr Careful very irresponsibly left on vacation without finishing his assigned tasks. So I took it upon myself to rummage in his lab, steal his more interesting research hehehe HAHAHA ahem, and see if I could do something with those boob beans he was supposed to be working on.”
“Isn’t your field robots and computers?” asked Dr Science.
Dr Nemesis beckoned Dr Science further into her lab and started rummaging. “I may focus on robotics and AI and killer death mechs that can bring this city to its knees before me! But I dabble in the breadth of sciences. A lot like you, Dr Science. Although I suppose it’s also accurate to say you dabble in the breast sciences?”
“It’s an anti-allergen serum,” repeated Dr Science, getting annoyed.
“In any case. I managed to complete some tests on the serum and found some interesting findings. If you’ll look at this screen?”
Science turned toward the monitor Nemesis indicated but a little nozzle blasted a cloud of red powder in her face.
“Hey!” But no sneezing, she thought triumphantly.
Then she felt a warmth suffuse her whole body. “Hey…” she slurred.
“It’s very interesting how the radioactive bean particles stay within the breast tissue and lungs,” Nemesis said. She walked over to where Dr Science was struggling to stand and pulled the lab coat off of her shoulders. “But more interesting is what happens if anti-bean particles were introduced. You’d think they’d cancel out the serum’s effects, reduce your ridiculous mounds and leave you vulnerable to allergies again. But my research indicated otherwise.” Nemesis pulled on Science’s lab coat, like a queen donning her regalia. The effect was diminished by the hem of the coat dragging on the floor from the two scientists’ respective heights.
“Like, sorry doc!” chimed the computer, as Science slumped against an equipment bank.
“Y’r ‘puter talks like Carol,” Science said, giggling.
There was a popping of stitches and pinging of buttons as Science’s breasts redoubled, tearing her blouse to shreds.
“The breast enhancement effect of the serum is itself enhanced by the bean/anti-bean interaction. But the reaction also drastically affects cognition. Far from a Doctor Science, you’re just a bimbo now. I suppose we should call you your given name of Joy, since ignorance is bliss!”
Dr Nemesis laughed alone as the two other persons didn’t understand the joke.
She scowled. “Laugh with me, C.A.R.O.L.!”
The computer played a sound clip of a sitcom laugh track which Dr Nemesis conceded as good enough.
Dr Nemesis guided the unsteady and topless squirrel to a chair that much resembled one from a hair salon.
“CAROL, activate the bimboizer chair!”
The anti-bean particles would have been a temporary effect, lasting only a weekend. The bimboizer’s patented smarts-suppression process currently only worked for an hour. But used together, perhaps Dr Science would never “return from the conference”!
As a large tube descended over the hapless Joy, Nemesis smirked at her through a glass panel on the front.
“This will make you over to something more befitting those ridiculous boobs! I’ve had CAROL preparing this for a while, using all her insolent experience as a fool unfit to intern for me! But did I dare unleash my genius when meddlers like Careful or Somnus are around? But with him… wherever he is… he can’t stop me! And that pervert Dr Somnus is out of town visiting family. And fool that you are, even when smart, you personally delivered the lab to me, telling all the fools working here that I am their new queen! Now to enjoy your transformation through this window I specially instructed C.A.R.O.L. to-“
Steam from the bimboizer hissed up, obscuring the window, and interrupting Nemesis.
“Typical,” she scowled. “This kind of work is why I turned you into a computer, C.A.R.O.L.!”
The nearest computer monitor displayed a winky face, making Nemesis scowl harder.
But although she wouldn’t admit it aloud, Dr Nemesis was proud of C.A.R.O.L.’s work when the tube lifted revealing Dr Nemesis’s new bimbo intern Joy.
C.A.R.O.L. had glammed up her squirrel subject extensively. New makeup, new jewelry, and a new outfit. The outfit was similar to many that Carol had worn when she had a body, although even when she did, she had been far from the ridiculously exaggerated curves Joy sported. The overall effect was striking and looked an entirely different person than Dr Science.
As the former head scientist tried to read an upside down book, Dr Nemesis couldn’t help but compliment her lazy, shiftless former intern. “C.A.R.O.L., you’ve outdone yourself!”
“The B stands for Bimbo, lol,” said the computer.
“Guh,” said Joy, at the book. “What is this in? English??”
Dr Science had said Nemesis couldn’t have a full time intern but now Nemesis ruled this laboratory and she would have a full time intern!
Dr Nemesis, NEW MISTRESS OF ALL SCIENCE, indulged in a lengthy evil laugh, only cut short to scold her new intern when she accidentally knocked over a bank of expensive equipment.
---
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There was, of course, the endless wonder she had at the limitless possibilities of science that never went away, even as she became a little jaded, a mite blasé.
But there was also that academic panic of preparing for an assignment at the last minute or the dark misanthropic swell that accompanied a group project that just didn’t work out even though she’d delegated all the boring parts to someone dependable.
By the end of the work day, she needed a passable presentation on her anti-allergies lung strengthening serum because by the evening she would be on a plane to a scientific conference.
Adding to the panic, without Careful’s backing research she would need to very carefully present herself not as some nut that tested experiments on herself even though she did do that.
Very rude of him to take a vacation without telling anyone! Didn’t he ever think of anyone other than himself?
Or at least she heard that’s where he was. Frankly she thought him too boring to just up and go on a trip without agonizing planning. Usually she’d applaud him developing some spontaneity but it was seriously inconveniencing her.
The point being that Dr Science absolutely had no time for any distractions or diversions today. Which is why, in a procrastinator’s way, when Dr Nemesis sent an all caps, red text on black background with a rotating skull gif email for a meeting request, Dr Science went to see what she needed, secretly glad for the distraction.
What Dr Nemesis wanted though was to rehash an old argument.
“I don’t have time for this! I have a half-assed presentation in my office I need to polish up to fully assed,” said Dr Science. She energetically gestured back out the lab door, sending her extensive bosom wobbling.
“For your tit growth injections?” asked Dr Nemesis, glaring at the squirrel tits as they bounced to a rest. She also took a step back, as if afraid they’d smack her in the chin.
“Actually it’s a topical serum,” said Dr Science, too busy thinking of the work she wasn’t doing to notice Dr Nemesis’ staring at her like an eyesore. “And the primary purpose is allergy prevention. … I’m presenting at a conference,” she added, proudly.
“Yes, yes, congratulations, Doctor. Once again you'll give the scientific community a lot to look at. But what about my completely reasonable request?”
“I can’t assign you a full time intern!” objected Dr Science. “For one thing, if they were full time, we’d have to pay them in more than resume building and the occasional free soda from the vending machines!”
“My work is at a crucial stage, I need an intern!” Dr Nemesis declared. “Yes, a foolish, malleable mind to mold as I see fit and a warm body for my experiments!”
As usual, somehow, the red flags in Dr Nemesis’ speech completely passed Dr Science by. Not a dumb woman, she had an unfortunate blind spot of not really listening to the words Dr Nemesis said. She just appreciated the energy behind them, even if the energy behind them was slightly menacing and definitely manic.
“Didn’t you have an intern named Carol? A mink? Always brushing her fur and popping her gum?”
Dr Nemesis gestured around the lab. “Do you see her around? She was useless as an intern and I told her there’d need to be big changes for her to keep working in my lab.”
“And she quit?” asked Dr Science sympathetically. “Kids these days just don’t have the work ethic I did as an intern.”
“Yes, ‘work ethic’,” Nemesis echoed sarcastically.
“In any case, after that party of shrunken interns never returned from the vents, we only have two active interns right now and Dr Somnus has somehow scheduled all of Jessica’s time. I keep meaning to have a talk with that woman but… I guess it slipped my mind?”
Dr Science frowned. She almost remembered such a conversation but it slipped away. And Dr Nemesis spoke up again, her squeaky, demanding voice fully bringing Science back to the conversation at hand.
“What of the bird intern, Serena? She has chaos in her heart that I could nurture… into being an enthusiastic and dedicated young lady (dedicated to chaos).”
“Dr Careful wrote me a hundred page treatise on why I shouldn’t let you mentor Serena. Haven’t started reading it yet but the font on the first page was pretty emphatic.” Dr Science frowned again, disgruntled. “Although why should I read a hundred pages when he can’t even bother to write one email telling me he’s going on an extended vacation?”
“Yes, I’m sure he’s enjoying his vacation... To the seaside?” hazarded Dr Nemesis. She was the one that started the rumor that Careful was on vacation. She’d noticed he hadn’t been in for a while, which was good for her and her schemes.
“Ah, that actually reminds me. I was going to ask Dr Careful but he totally dropped the ball getting me those bean serum tests and not telling me he’s going on vacation is just unprofessional. So in his absence, I want you to be chief scientist while I go to a conference.”
Dr Nemesis froze. Maniacal laughter bubbled up, by force of habit, but it was held in check by a gleeful sneer of Grinchian proportions that spread across the chipmunk’s face.
At long last, Science Laboratories would be hers! At least until the good Doctor Science came back from the conference. But who could say when that would be, besides the organizers and what did they know anyway? Did they know how a person could get sidetracked??
“What was that about sidetracking?” asked Dr Science.
“Nothing. Thinking aloud.” Dr Nemesis let out a brief evil giggle. Not the full evil laugh she preferred but “So many evil preparations to make, so little time!”
“Good to see you’re as enthusiastic as ever about this new challenge!” It was actually fortunate she came to talk to Nemesis, instead of working on her presentation. It allowed her to make sure the lab was in good hands during her absence.
Dr Science left Nemesis’ lab, to go make preparations for the conference. Leaving Dr Nemesis to make preparations of her own.
“C.A.R.O.L., bring up the secret sinister files on Project Trojan Bean!”
Then, Dr Nemesis did indulge in a laugh which rang through her lab.
---
Dr Science strode through the hallways of Science Laboratories, pulling a travel suitcase behind her.
With the desperation of a deadline increasingly imminent, she managed to make something not halfway decent but 120% decent. And just in time to head to the airport.
She poked her head into this lab and that, telling her scientists that she was going to a conference and that Dr Nemesis was to be in charge.
At last, she poked into Nemesis’ lab to turn over the metaphorical keys. Metaphorically they represented the grave and important responsibility of managing Science Laboratories. They were also real keys but only opened up the vending machines for some off the books snacking.
But after Dr Science turned over the vending machine keys, Dr Nemesis had something important to tell her.
“As the rumor goes, Dr Careful very irresponsibly left on vacation without finishing his assigned tasks. So I took it upon myself to rummage in his lab, steal his more interesting research hehehe HAHAHA ahem, and see if I could do something with those boob beans he was supposed to be working on.”
“Isn’t your field robots and computers?” asked Dr Science.
Dr Nemesis beckoned Dr Science further into her lab and started rummaging. “I may focus on robotics and AI and killer death mechs that can bring this city to its knees before me! But I dabble in the breadth of sciences. A lot like you, Dr Science. Although I suppose it’s also accurate to say you dabble in the breast sciences?”
“It’s an anti-allergen serum,” repeated Dr Science, getting annoyed.
“In any case. I managed to complete some tests on the serum and found some interesting findings. If you’ll look at this screen?”
Science turned toward the monitor Nemesis indicated but a little nozzle blasted a cloud of red powder in her face.
“Hey!” But no sneezing, she thought triumphantly.
Then she felt a warmth suffuse her whole body. “Hey…” she slurred.
“It’s very interesting how the radioactive bean particles stay within the breast tissue and lungs,” Nemesis said. She walked over to where Dr Science was struggling to stand and pulled the lab coat off of her shoulders. “But more interesting is what happens if anti-bean particles were introduced. You’d think they’d cancel out the serum’s effects, reduce your ridiculous mounds and leave you vulnerable to allergies again. But my research indicated otherwise.” Nemesis pulled on Science’s lab coat, like a queen donning her regalia. The effect was diminished by the hem of the coat dragging on the floor from the two scientists’ respective heights.
“Like, sorry doc!” chimed the computer, as Science slumped against an equipment bank.
“Y’r ‘puter talks like Carol,” Science said, giggling.
There was a popping of stitches and pinging of buttons as Science’s breasts redoubled, tearing her blouse to shreds.
“The breast enhancement effect of the serum is itself enhanced by the bean/anti-bean interaction. But the reaction also drastically affects cognition. Far from a Doctor Science, you’re just a bimbo now. I suppose we should call you your given name of Joy, since ignorance is bliss!”
Dr Nemesis laughed alone as the two other persons didn’t understand the joke.
She scowled. “Laugh with me, C.A.R.O.L.!”
The computer played a sound clip of a sitcom laugh track which Dr Nemesis conceded as good enough.
Dr Nemesis guided the unsteady and topless squirrel to a chair that much resembled one from a hair salon.
“CAROL, activate the bimboizer chair!”
The anti-bean particles would have been a temporary effect, lasting only a weekend. The bimboizer’s patented smarts-suppression process currently only worked for an hour. But used together, perhaps Dr Science would never “return from the conference”!
As a large tube descended over the hapless Joy, Nemesis smirked at her through a glass panel on the front.
“This will make you over to something more befitting those ridiculous boobs! I’ve had CAROL preparing this for a while, using all her insolent experience as a fool unfit to intern for me! But did I dare unleash my genius when meddlers like Careful or Somnus are around? But with him… wherever he is… he can’t stop me! And that pervert Dr Somnus is out of town visiting family. And fool that you are, even when smart, you personally delivered the lab to me, telling all the fools working here that I am their new queen! Now to enjoy your transformation through this window I specially instructed C.A.R.O.L. to-“
Steam from the bimboizer hissed up, obscuring the window, and interrupting Nemesis.
“Typical,” she scowled. “This kind of work is why I turned you into a computer, C.A.R.O.L.!”
The nearest computer monitor displayed a winky face, making Nemesis scowl harder.
But although she wouldn’t admit it aloud, Dr Nemesis was proud of C.A.R.O.L.’s work when the tube lifted revealing Dr Nemesis’s new bimbo intern Joy.
C.A.R.O.L. had glammed up her squirrel subject extensively. New makeup, new jewelry, and a new outfit. The outfit was similar to many that Carol had worn when she had a body, although even when she did, she had been far from the ridiculously exaggerated curves Joy sported. The overall effect was striking and looked an entirely different person than Dr Science.
As the former head scientist tried to read an upside down book, Dr Nemesis couldn’t help but compliment her lazy, shiftless former intern. “C.A.R.O.L., you’ve outdone yourself!”
“The B stands for Bimbo, lol,” said the computer.
“Guh,” said Joy, at the book. “What is this in? English??”
Dr Science had said Nemesis couldn’t have a full time intern but now Nemesis ruled this laboratory and she would have a full time intern!
Dr Nemesis, NEW MISTRESS OF ALL SCIENCE, indulged in a lengthy evil laugh, only cut short to scold her new intern when she accidentally knocked over a bank of expensive equipment.
---
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