Chapter #4Tara’s Test Subject by: Alistair   “We’ve hit a bit of a breakthrough in our research and we need tiny guy volunteers to help with our research. I can’t tell you what it is we’re working on till you’ve signed the N.D.A.‘s but I can say that it’ll massively improve the situation of every tiny guy in the world if we can pull this off!”
Tara’s excitement was almost contagious, and you were genuinely intrigued about what it is she could be working on. You tried to read her expression for any hints of deceit, but couldn’t read any on her face. That led you to two conclusions, either she was just a very good liar, or she was being genuine and she had actually changed.
Looking into her eyes, you thought she did look genuinely sorry for her treatment of you, and your trusting side was the one you decided to listen to.
“Ok Tara, I’ll help you.”
“Yay! Oh thank you Anthony, this means a lot. You have no idea how hard it’s been to get volunteers for this project, most tiny guys just don’t seem to want to be willingly tested on, even if it might improve their situation in the long run,” Tara beamed, elated that you had agreed. “If it’s fine with you I’d like to take you down to the lab and get you to sign the N.D.As and we can get started today?”
You didn’t have anything else on today, so you simply nodded in agreement and Tara smiled before picking you up and leaving payment for your coffees on the table.
Riding in Tara’s palm, you shook the lingering doubts from the back of your mind, you had already agreed to help her out, so there was no sense in backing out now.
*****
The journey to the college campus didn’t take long, it wasn’t too far from where you live. You and Tara had exchanged some small talk in the car on the way there, but it was mostly about things like how each other’s lives were going and how your family were, nothing on the topic of her research.
Exiting the car, Tara strolled into a small building around the back of the main campus. She approached the receptionist’s desk.
“Hey Jan, could you give me some N.D.As please? I’ve got my first tiny test subject and we want to get started right away.”
Hold on, her first tiny test subject? She had said that she had been having trouble getting volunteers, but you didn’t realise that meant none.
“No problem hon,” the receptionist, a blonde woman in her forties, interjected before you could voice any concerns, before producing some documents for you to sign.
Tara gently placed you down on the table and you were given a chance to read over the documents. It was pretty standard fair for an Non Disclosure Agreement. It said that by signing it you agreed to not talk about the tests you were about to undergo to anyone not involved in the project, and an acknowledgement that anyone involved in the trial would also not be allowed to disclose what was done during it until after Tara’s research paper had been published.
Not seeing anything glaringly wrong about it, you signed the papers. Before you could even really think to say anything to the receptionist or Tara, your ex girlfriend picked you up and carried you off once again, this time towards her lab.
Carrying you into the white walled room of her lab, Tara set you gently down on the table in the centre of the room before pulling on her lab coat. She moved towards one of the many fridges that lined the walls and opened it, causing a small amount of mist to roll out of it and surround her.
Tara approached the desk, carrying a large beaker filled with a strange, translucent green liquid in her now gloved hands, which she gently set down on the table.
“Ok Anthony, for the first stage of the trial will involve immersing you in this liquid for around thirty seconds and waiting to see if it has any effect. Don’t worry, it’s not harmful but it should hopefully have a beneficial effect pretty quickly!”
You opened your mouth to object to allowing her to just dunk you into a liquid that she hadn’t explained the effects of fully, but before you could voice your concerns, she had grabbed a pair of tongs and picked you up with them. The force of the tongs grabbing you crushed your mid section slightly and forced the air from your lungs, temporarily robbing you of your voice.
Seemingly without any concern for how this might affect you, or possibly overconfidence in her theories about how this would affect you, Tara submerged you in the green liquid, which honestly didn’t feel any different than water apart from the chemical taste that made you gag.
Before long you were pulled from the liquid and dropped back on to the counter, dripping with the chemical compound.
You felt a tingling sensation as the serum began to take effect, and you looked to Tara, wondering what she had done to you. Seeing your confusion, she looked to you with a smile and spoke...
1) “You little idiot, you fell right into my trap!” Tara laughed cruelly. “If I can’t have you, then I’m going to make sure that no one will ever be able to see you again, never mind be with you.” Tara is obviously still incredibly pissed at you, and used that anger to make a serum that will cause you to get even smaller, around 1 millimetre tall to be exact. She then plans to take you somewhere that you are familiar with and leave you there, unlikely to be found by anyone there since you will be so small.
2) “Now we can be together forever, and nothing will ever separate us!” Tara is still not over the breakup, and if anything has become more obsessive. The serum has made it so you can be digested, and she plans to eat you. She has a theory that you will turn into sentient fat somewhere on her body, but she has no way of proving that and you’d likely not be able to communicate anyway, so she has no way of proving it.
3) Tara doesn’t immediately answer, leaving you hanging with baited breath waiting for her to talk. (More Choices)   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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