I'll have what she's having
Family's New Shrink Ray
chapter 9
by
copier
· original author:
nrawk
As the door closes behind her, Debbie looks back to see Madeline licking her lips and rubbing her stomach with a look of pure bliss on her face. It was like the taste of Irina was so good she had forgotten about her stomach cramps.
Rubbing her own belly as it growled softly, she looked at a clock on the wall. 11:50. A bit early for lunch, but it's either I take it now or wait until I check back in with Madeline... She had no problem with taking an early lunch in and of itself, so long as she clocked back in appropriately. The problem was something else... or rather, someone else. I'd rather if Marge didn't yell at me agai... wait a minute. Smirking, she clutched the shrinking device tightly and briskly made her way to the nurse's counter.
Thankfully, they were busy enough that the only one currently at the desk was the older head-nurse, sitting on her butt as she 'managed' the rest of them. Marge rarely, if ever, did any actual work, but was always quick to call out others for their misconduct no matter how minor it was. She had also been here so long that any semblance of bedside manner or general empathy had been worn down to nonexistence, making her seem almost sociopathic. However, she was also moderately attractive for her age. Despite being in her mid-fifties, she could easily pass for being in her thirties and at last year's Christmas party she showed up in a dress that made even grad-student interns jealous. There wasn't a grey hair to be found on her lush, blonde head; not a wrinkle on her fair, lustrous skin and her breasts were small enough to not sag but large enough to draw attention. She also had wide, child-bearing hips which had seen her through 6 pregnancies that gave her a total of nine children, and not an ounce of the weight settled on her tight, toned belly.
"Hey Marge, I'm going to take a quick lunch while I wait for Madeline's treatment to kick in. Did you want to join me?"
Looking at her watch, the blonde huffed and glared at Debbie. "Going to lunch early again? Can't you follow the rules like everyone else here, Debra?"
"Oh, don't be like that. Come on, you can be my treat."
"You mean you'll 'treat me', correct? Learn to use English correctly."
"Oh, no, no. I know exactly what I meant." Grinning sinisterly, Debbie aimed the shrink ray at her superior.
Rubbing her own belly as it growled softly, she looked at a clock on the wall. 11:50. A bit early for lunch, but it's either I take it now or wait until I check back in with Madeline... She had no problem with taking an early lunch in and of itself, so long as she clocked back in appropriately. The problem was something else... or rather, someone else. I'd rather if Marge didn't yell at me agai... wait a minute. Smirking, she clutched the shrinking device tightly and briskly made her way to the nurse's counter.
Thankfully, they were busy enough that the only one currently at the desk was the older head-nurse, sitting on her butt as she 'managed' the rest of them. Marge rarely, if ever, did any actual work, but was always quick to call out others for their misconduct no matter how minor it was. She had also been here so long that any semblance of bedside manner or general empathy had been worn down to nonexistence, making her seem almost sociopathic. However, she was also moderately attractive for her age. Despite being in her mid-fifties, she could easily pass for being in her thirties and at last year's Christmas party she showed up in a dress that made even grad-student interns jealous. There wasn't a grey hair to be found on her lush, blonde head; not a wrinkle on her fair, lustrous skin and her breasts were small enough to not sag but large enough to draw attention. She also had wide, child-bearing hips which had seen her through 6 pregnancies that gave her a total of nine children, and not an ounce of the weight settled on her tight, toned belly.
"Hey Marge, I'm going to take a quick lunch while I wait for Madeline's treatment to kick in. Did you want to join me?"
Looking at her watch, the blonde huffed and glared at Debbie. "Going to lunch early again? Can't you follow the rules like everyone else here, Debra?"
"Oh, don't be like that. Come on, you can be my treat."
"You mean you'll 'treat me', correct? Learn to use English correctly."
"Oh, no, no. I know exactly what I meant." Grinning sinisterly, Debbie aimed the shrink ray at her superior.
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