I love the idea of a TV station broadcast being hijacked to display a hypnotic, growth-inducing spiral image. Women watching just become entranced and start growing larger and larger breasts, mindlessly staring at the screen.
One guy sees what's going on and rushed home to his girlfriend to try and stop her from seeing it. But he's too late. She's been staring at her screen for over an hour, and her shirt is torn to shreds.
Cody rushed home, traffic lights be damned.
The seatbelt nearly strangled him as he leapt from his car, swearing as he fought to get it unbuckled.
Every passing second pounded in his head. The frantic jingling of his keys made the search all the more stressful. He had to get inside.
The doorknob left a small dent in the wall where it was slammed open. He stumbled into the living room and, as soon as he saw it, he lunged for the remote. Denial drove him forward. He had seen Beth's vapid expression. He had seen the shimmering, pink light dancing across the back wall of the living room. In his state, he couldn't accept that it was too late. He had to do something.
He snatched up the remote up from where it sat next to her, he placed his thumb over the power button, and, for the first time since he had heard the warning over the radio, he paused. He swallowed. His eyes roamed over the woman sitting on the couch, the woman that used to be his Beth.
He had never seen her like this before.
Her doctorate was well underway when he first met Beth. In fact, the first time he saw her was over a wall of reference books piled around her in the college library. He fell in love with her over dinner one night, listening to her try to explain the nuances of her thesis: analytic and algebraic topology of locally Euclidean metrization of infinitely differentiable Riemannian manifold. Just the title alone made his head spin, but it had represented years of work and effort. Every page of it carried so many sleepless nights and so many frustrated tears. She got a job offer even before finishing her PhD program, so she only had a week of respite between getting her degree and entering the workforce. She never took a sick day. She never stopped working, even when they were on vacation. The muscles in her back and shoulders had the kind of knots that would grant the masseuse who could untangle them dominion over some distant kingdom. Cody did his best to try and take her mind off work, but it never lasted very long. He wasn't upset about it, just worried. The money was good and Beth often talked about early retirement, but Cody secretly worried that stress would keep her from making it that far.
The Beth in front of him on the couch, however, had no such stress. For the first time in the many years of their relationship, Cody saw nothing behind her eyes: no stresses, no worries, no calculations, no thoughts at all. She didn't even react to him coming through the door. Sure, the buttons of her shirt lay strewn about the room. Yes, her breasts now rested on her thighs as she leaned forward to stare, blank-faced, at the TV. The swirling spiral on the screen reflected and glistened on the line of drool that rolled down from her chin and dripped into her growing, deepening cleavage.
Then, a realization struck Cody. It wasn't chilling. It wasn't comforting. It simply was.
Beth never watched television.
She simply didn't have the time for it and her focus was always somewhere else. She couldn't follow a plot line when she'd space out every few seconds to turn a 5-dimensional figure over in her head. Dialogue was more likely to frustrate her by interrupting her train of thought than to entertain.
Cody thought back to where the remote had been when he first picked it up: sitting right next to her, perfectly—and, perhaps, intentionally—placed. With new perspective, he reappraised the woman in front of him. All of the stress and all of the worry were gone from her face. Her muscles were relaxed. For the first time, she had nothing to ponder, nothing to think about at all. She had "joked" many times that her chest was her inspiration for pursuing mathematics, having so much experience with perfectly flat planes. Cody let out a wry chuckle at the thought of the old Beth trying to map the coordinates of new Beth's gigantic, round (though not perfectly spherical) tits.
A quiet moan from Beth brought Cody back to reality just in time to watch her breasts swell another cup size. Even with the buttons gone, a seam down the side of her shirt groaned under the stress, a gap widening just a little bit more. He looked at the remote. He looked at the screen. He looked back to Beth.
Resignation filled the sigh that rushed out of Cody, his chest rising and falling. He set the remote down on the coffee table and went towards the kitchen, stopping to kiss the top of Beth's head and give her shoulder a little, comforting squeeze. Only her breasts moved, rippling as the motion carried through them.
Cody could let her watch the spiral for a little bit longer.
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