Susan stared as Dr. Cockroach worked.
He was always so careful when it came to creating. Sureβ some of them blew up half way through but he was always so thorough with everything. Always going over and double checking every tiny nook and cranny.
Then she suddenly blurted how sheβd easily let Doc examine or even dissect her if it ever came down to it.
After all, he was the only soul in Area 51 she actually trusted to look into her that deeply. The other doctors at the facility? She still wouldn't let them near her without her body shaking from fear of what they might do. But Doc was different. That maniacal βevil scientistβ laugh of his had become somewhat of a comfort. She hardly blinked at it anymore, just ticking it off in her head as another item on the list of 'classic Doc things.'
Doc Cockroach, however, was completely thrown by the sudden offer! He turned in his chair, ready to protest that he wouldn't dream of being so clinicalβso cruelβespecially not towards her.
But then, a thought flickered.
His mind split instantly. One side screamed in protest, refusing to even consider violating Susanβs trust in such a gruesome manner! But the other side, that insatiable, scientific curiosity, began to kick in.
What would it be like to study a specimen of such grand proportions? Everything about her was a marvel of biological scale.
His gaze drifted down her frame, his mind already slipping into a clinical trance. When his eyes rested on her chest, he didn't just see his new found friend;
he saw architecture of skin and bones.
Her ribs would be gargantuan!β curved like the arches of a cathedral. If he were to step inside, they would cradle him like a living mausoleum. His eyes trailed lower and, oh, her intestines would be a world of their own. Vast, looping tunnels like a fleshy labyrinth. Why, a single loop of her digestive tract would be wide enough to fit his entire head! Then there was her heart. Goodness. He could only imagine the sheer power of it..
He imagined himself reaching out, his hands actually cupping the organ, feeling the raw, warm, rhythmic thrum of her life force vibrating through his very bones.
He caught his bottom lips between his teeth as he gazed up at her. To anyone else, she was a titan, a monster,βbut to him, she looked like an angelic giant. His antennae began to quiver as she threw him one of those lovely, shy smiles.
Dr. Cockroach coughed into his hand, regaining composure.
βIf that were ever the case my dear Susan, I assure you,β he murmured, his voice dipping into a coquettish lilt, βI would be most... attentive.β
She felt a sudden, sharp prickle at the nape of her neck. She wasnβt entirely sure why his words made the blood rush to her face, but she blinked quickly, letting out a short, breathy laugh to break the spell.
βThanksβDoc. I know you'd, uh, take good care of me.β
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