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This story was the result of a request by a client of mine who possesses a cancerfetish. I couldn't identify with this scene he is into, however, I was intriguedenough to come up with the cross between Robin Cook and Dean Koontz-type horror,with a smattering of Clive Barker.

CONVERSION

(Part One of Three)

The plane touched down with a thud.

Atlanta International Airport, nice day.

It was so good to be home.

Cory stretched his long, muscular frame, forcing the seatback to submit tohis six-foot four body. "I hate sitting still for that long," hemuttered. Let's not have any more crap from "this man's army", hemused---I gotta life to get back to.

Cory was cute. Not only tall, but some said mysterious. His "light-skinneded" appearance(as his brotha friends put it) were the result of some real stirring up ofthe genetic pool. Cream in the coffee, mistresses, affairs, you name it. Hismom always said that he'd grow into the mold--a womanizer, a cad, he lovedit. Cory was real together. He knew what he wanted, and always got it.

Returning home from serving his country, he wanted tits and ass. After stoppingoff at his folks' house, and gathering up some supplies, he found a modestapartment, and was good to go.

It was great seeing his friends--turns out it was handy to.

His friend Tyrell found him work in less than a week. Hey, it was retail,but it put food on the table, clothes on his fine ass, and CD's in the entertainmentcenter.And speaking of entertainment, his nuts were demanding some.

Nubio was hot--not only from all the house music, but so many bodies dancing,you could find anything! Cory always joked that he could shake it enough towear his pants out, from the inside. "Hey, sugar," a dark voice pipedup, just below his shoulder. "Well, hello," Cory turned and saw afine young thing, staring up at him. "How's the weather up there, boy?she cooed; her tongue darting between wet lips. "It just got a whole lotbetter, my name's Cory. You with anyone?" "No, my boyfriend doggedme for some bitch. I'm Gina." Cory looked down at her, cataloging a medium-thinwaist, and nice little breasts. He was always gettin' it from his friends,he really loved small ta-tas, and they all wanted those humongus mothers. No,not for him; those big bloated blimps ... you could smother under them. Heloved to play with firm, juicy little breasts, he had the gift. The C man hada technique for driving women wild. OK, so he'd been outa touch while in theservice, but that was about to change. Can't let technique go rusty. "Youdrinkin' anything angel?" "Oh, anything with lemon's just fine" "OO,I get to see you pucker up? Sure," Cory was feeling it--this one had possibilities. "Well," Ginaplayed with her hoop earring, "Its either that, or a bottle of beer. Andtonight, I don't feel like putting a bottle in my mouth. I can think of betterthings. Ya know, its Friday, all work and no gettin' busy makes Gina cranky." "Well," ashe headed up to the bar, "we can't let that happen hmmm?" Gina smiledas she followed him; "oo, he's as nice comin' as he is goin'." Ithink I just gots lucky."

She didn't know just how wrong she was.

2.

Cory couldn't believe it. He'd been browsing, never planning on being tiedto any girl, but Gina was a trip. Man, a trip and a journey. She called him "corylong legs," and he turned several shades when she did. "More to wraparound ya, my little peaches," So, there it was, they were already layingdown their favorite groove--this time it was different. Usually, Cory wouldmeet 'em, date for a week or so, and by the weekend, he'd bust them out, realfine. But, damn! Gina was different. She liked to fuck, but she didn't loveit. She really freaked when his joint was down her throat. Shit, that mommacould suck him like a Hoover. She had a technique too. So, they'd have somegood slow jazz going on, and they'd be head-to-toe. Cory was gettin' his rodpollished,meanwhile the C man was doin' his fave technique, those little peaches.Just the perfect size for his full lips and deep mouth. Gina was playing withher clit, while the feel of his long wet tongue and palate was kneading andsqueezing her left breast. Then a tooth--one tooth, teased her nip. This causedher toes to curl, and with that, she grabbed his balls with one hand, fingeringherself with the other, as she waited for her vanilla shake to come gushingout. And it did! She held her breath, counted, swallowed. She milked that cockfor every drop, those balls were hers. She'd never been with any man who camelike that. The second time they'd done it, she put a lip-lock on his long shaft,but lost it when he dove below. Cory wanted to sample Gina downtown. "readyfor round-the-world baby?" When his hot breath touched her labia, shelost what she was doing, and a fountain of jiz spurted down her chin, coatingher neck, and began to pool around her nipples. "My God," she thought. "Oh,baby, spew all over me!" Gina moved down several inches, damn, he wasfuckin' tall all right. She placed Cory's still exploding cock between herfine tits---and began burying it between her cum-lubed cleavage.

Shit, it was still shooting out, hot and thick.

"Yes!" she screamed.

She was already thinking about round two!

3.

Four months had passed, and they were an item.

Cory went from constant blue balls, all the time while in the Gulf, to almostexhausted, damn that bitch was hot. He'd usually go two rounds a night, thebreast man would stretch it out, playing, fingering, making those little peacheshis. But the C Man had apparently met his match, Gina had him in positionshe'd never tried before. And she was getting a lot more than two mouthfulsa night. Last night was fuckin' hot! He'd gotten out of the shower, she cameover half an hour early. She tackled him, as he bent to find his moccasins.She got him down on his bed, on his stomach. "Something new, my girlfriendshave been thinking of tryin' she purred. She put a hand on each of his cheeks. "Yallthink men are the only ones to fantasize about doin' this?" Cory wasn'tused ta this, "this what, what this?" he stammered. "Hope yougot real clean with that Palmolive, sweetie." She bent low, with his bodysprawled on the bed, his cheeks spread out as she crawled between them. "Oh,shit," she was ... uh, "what the fuck?"He yipped, what was this?Her tongue began twirling around his butt. She gathered up some saliva, andbegan going deeper, letting her mouth lube him up. Before he knew it, Corywas getting the mother of all or uh, father of all hard-ons. Damn, it feltcreepy, but ... then it wasn't so creepy. She pushed her face into his wideningcrack, tongue-fucking his asshole like a movie pro. "Cory, roll over alittle, like on your side, there ya go." she sexily moaned. "I gottatry this, just go with it,"

She worked his sphincter with her tongue, then put a delicate finger up there.She quietly reached into his nightstand. "Eureka!" she thought. Astroglide!Oh, honey, you're gonna get it now, and if this works, so am I! "Shitshit shit!" Cory was speechless, couldn't even think right. He was alwaysin control, he, the C Man! But this. He was as straight as Billy D, or EddieMurphy, or Denzel, but shit! Whatever she was doing down there was great. Ginawas taking her time, but always keeping a steady action going. After her wettongue, Cory felt the entrance of one finger, then two. This went on for fifteenminutes, he guessed. "Now, she said, since I didn't bring any of my girltoys tonight, I wanna see if this works." "I thought I was your girl-toy." "You'remy boy-toy, a girl toy is a ... big ol' rubber dick, or a vibrator. I got six.With us doing the wild thing every night, I gave up "big black Mambo",my ten-inch rubber toy. But a girl still needs a half dozen vibes, for thosespecial moments. But, for you, this will work nicely." Just when Corythought his ass would uh, do the doodie, she stopped all the motion, and repositionedherself so she could suck his raging boner. He had never felt so rock solidbefore. "This is a little secret I read about. she told him. "I'mleaving half my hand up here, and now, I'm gonna do this, just the way youlike it." She took the mushroom head of his penis down her throat, andat the same time pushed her fingers, slick with Astroglide, as far up his throbbingbutt as she could. She mashed his face into her boobs, moaning "take 'emCory, suck your peaches now, now!" She began to undulate wildly, anchoringher hand inside him, while ferociously malling his huge cock. Harder, deeper,harder, he was about to go for one of his favorites; the nipples,deciding rightor left, when this huge earthquake began in his groin. The base of Cory's ballsbegan to ... to vibrate, to rumble, at least it felt like that. Then the taint,that little part between his ass and his balls, began to burn. Still, Ginakept going, on and on, sucking his dick, oh, what if it, what if she ...! Thenhe knew what she'd done. An orgasm began spreading up him, unlike anythinghe'd had before. This was different, instead of his balls sending it forward,this was his ass going kaboom kaboojm! What had she done? Cory began eruptinglike a semen volcano, and Gina was there to take the results She popped himout of her mouth, to watch, all this time however, never relinguishing histraumatized anus. Sploof!, splosh! She got the first two volleys in the face,then, to keep from getting an eye full, she shifted a bit. Six more, fountsof goo, like cupfulls of hot whipped cream, beat against her chin, spreadinglike mountains of shaving cream, down her neck. She tore herself away fromhis weak claim of her breasts, and let the last shots cover them. She beganmassaging all of him into her skin, soaked fingers spreading and fingerpaintingher upper body. He'd come huge amounts. It worked! She'd done it. She next,gathered up handfulls and greedily suck their contents from between her fingers.She was panting, rocking, quivering. As she scooped the last plops of his thick,rich sperm into her mouth, she sighed. Cory was spent,he couldn't bring heroff. She didn't seem to mind, she only had to put a hand down there, and therelease was like a freighttrain.

He couldn't believe this woman.

4.

As they cleaned up, and got presentable, Cory asked her, "so, uh, whatwas all that. I don't feel so great about this." She stared at him, lipstight, arms folded. "You loved it didn't you?" "That's not thepoint, I'm straight. I can't have ... I can't do that!" "Well, don'tget all outa shape Cory, I am a woman still, ya know." "Why did you---?" "Hey,chill OK! Listen up, maybe you'll learn something. I did that to see if youwould, increase your orgasm, there's all these tricks for women to increasetheres." He looked dubious. "look, the French have been doing thisfor centuries. I'm talkin' French Men, silly!" "Ya mean they shovethings ... they fuck each other, that's fag stuff." "Oh sweet Jesus,its not fag stuff, if you enjoy it, of you do yourself, or if a woman doesit, etcetera, blah blah.

Look, ever heard of the prostate. I'm no guy, but I do know that other guysuse to like it when a finger was up there, it stretched their climax out awhole lot." Cory thought about that. "Well, it did that sure enough." Hewas beginning to agree, or rather, his body was. "I never felt so drainedout, in my fuckin' life." "I know, I was there, remember."

They had dinner, and decided that TV sucked.

"Girl, I think I wanna sleep early tonight. Think you made me pull amuscle or somethin'". Gina laughed; "Yeah, right. Not use to it allyet huh?" Cory walked her to the door, scratched his head, kissed hernose. "Uh, sweetie, can you uh, ... do something for me tomorrow?" Ginalet her grin go serious. "Sure, sugarpie, what kinda somethin? Cory stiffenedand screwed up his courage. "Well, as long as its you and a ... will youput one of your vibrators up there tomorrow?" Gina burst out laughing. "OK,C Man!" she swooned. "If you'll bury me in what's in those beautifulballs you got there, I'll have you sitting pretty on THE ROCKET! Cory wonderedwhat that was, and was about to sheepishly ask.

"Never mind, tomorrow's another day.

Oh," as she kissed him back on the chin, on tiptoe

"I think you better double up on the vitamin E and zinc.

I just might handcuff you to your peaches! If this keeps up, you might getreal sick of 'em!" She left, skipping down the hall.

"No way," Cory whispered, smiling. "no way in Hell."

5.

Well, the taming of the C Man wasn't quite like what he'd envisioned. Shit,if this was being tamed, he wanted more. Gina had Cory almost busting in two,almost bo-legged. He was breast-mounting her, 69ing her, riding his booty onher sex toys while being sucked into Heaven--wow! Before long, the ring came.Two little garnet peaches, with a CZ (he told her diamond) for each nipple,and white gold as the areolae. "Gina, I wanna be yours, no other girlmakes me this crazy, I don't even think of bustin' ... uh, doing, ... beingwith any other when I'm out with the guys. Well, Gina almost fainted, but saidyes.

So, after too much wine and seafood (she promised him he'd need it later),off they went in his little car, full and happy. They sprawled across the sofa,watching some news story about some nation bombing some other. It didn't matter,nothin' mattered but each other. As Gina began taking off her top, Cory playfullytook her hands, and with his hands occupied, began to tear her top off, withhis teeth. Pthish is harder than ii looksh." "Ow, hey, the fabricis digging my, stop it!" She wriggled out of her blouse, and laid backto drink in the air conditioning. Cory gazed hypnotically, his own privateset of peaches. Nice perky peaches. Juicy freckled pee ... what was this? Helooked closer.

"What's the matter?

"Nothing, the fabric--I guess I was too rough!

"Silly, give me some time for the food to digest, I'm not wa what areyou looking at me like that about?" "Sweetie, your, uh, your ti bryour breasts don't look the same." Gina began to lose the high, and thefood stopped moving. "Hey, don't get weird, its like when you fall asleep,and the pattern of the bedspread gets on your skin? Or like a ... uh, you know,when you get out of the car, and your back looks like the seat fabric?" "Idon't think so, Gina, something doesn't look right. It isn't good." Now,an icy hand began to close over the back of Gina's neck. "Oh, you gonnamake me get up--let me go see. Worry-wart!" As Gina padded barefoot intothe bathroom, "mirror, mirror, now we'll see." Cory muted the TV,and felt strange. Sick? No, nervous? Maybe, kinda, kinda like butterflies.Like when you are going to a new place for the first time, or meeting someonenew. That was it. "Ugh, what is this on me?" He heard coming fromthe bathroom. She came running out, "look at this. My skin's all funny,kinda puckery, all tough like a ... a something cooked too long from a microwave." Corystood up, and approached her. Cory looked down at her boobs, touching themnow. "Hey, no need to worry, its probably a rash, or a nerve thing, likehives." There wasn't anything to feel there. "Hey, its OK, it'llclear up soon. I can't feel anything." Gina examined herself, nothing. "Shit,you had me worried, I thought, you know. Girl stuff, all that rotting stuff." Corywent to the kitchen for a glass of water. He began to smile, He liked her peaches,and now, they were changing into something else. He liked that too.

6.

A week went by, a very wet, soggy rainy week. How bummed. Everything sucked.Gina took a new job, and she was all out of sorts. Cory couldn't get her tocome over every night, she needed to unwind, she needed to relax, she she she!But, what about him. He needed to do the vibrator bounce. He really loved thatthing, his fine black ass clenching that thing, as she chowed down on him,he'd push against the hard sex-toy, pile-driving the cum out of him. He watchedas she swallowed, and swallowed, at least twelve times. And it was all fromhis glorious shaft. Yeah. And those mystery tits---couldn't call 'em peachesnow, they were different. The funny marks and discolourings were increasing.He didn't tell her, he thought it was serious. He felt a little guilty, butsince there were as of yet, no nuggets or weird things in there--whatever youcall 'em, he let it go.

He would masturbate after she'd leave, even after all that sucking and cumpouring out--there was always more. , he'd beat off to the thought of thoseblotchy, dimpley peaches. This last night was so way, cool! He'd painted herchest with his seed, feeling the strange Braille under his fingers. Braillethat wasn't there, a week ago. He really liked them, they were unique. Andthey were his.

They had plenty of time, and they were off to meet her parents this week.

It would all work out.

7.

Cory met Lalin and Carlos, Gina's parents. They were nice, they liked him.Cory was the perfect gentleman. "I'd never get rough with your daughter,sir. Not unless she wants me to," he said to her dad. Gina was embarrassed,but laughed and said "Yeah, well, he doesn't know what rough is; yet!" "Oh,just you wait young man, she'll have you doing the dishes soon," her motherchortled. Cory thought, yeah, never mind the dishes, I want to do those bazooms,real good."

Cory and Gina went to an r-&-b concert, it was great. Gina's hair glistened,her peaches ring glowed, Cory beamed---solid asa rock, she's mine. They'remine. As darkness fell, Cory was on his knees, declaring oaths of love to herlittle beauties. "I, Cory take this left one, to be my lawful mouth toy.He unzipped, and threw off his shorts. He began pushing the head of his penisinto the left breast. I take this right one, which I now name Oprah, to suckon, to play with, to do this ...yeah, om" He opened his mouth wide, toinhale the right breast. "Why yall callin' that oprah?" Gina wantedto know. Cory thought for a moment, "just the first name that came intomy head." He thought to himself, well, since its now bigger than the leftone, why not? He began kneading with his tongue, and there! A hard knot. Corydropped his left hand to his ever-growing shaft. He had to breath through hisnose, with his mouth completely full of breast--nice chunky breast. "Oh,oh, my, wait a minute. Let me get comfortable" Gina said. She disentangledherself from him. She casually brushed her left breast, "oh, you men!dripping spit all over me, yuck." She stopped--eyebrows raised. "Whatthis shit?" Cory, looked over, questioning her sudden change of expression. "What'sgoing on, my right nipple is lower than---! Oh, my God, what the hell is this?" Corysaid "ah, its ok, you must have had your bra on too tight." "Ishould know if my ... get offa me! My left one feels funny!" She kickedout with her heels, rising up in a hurry, running into the kitchen, thank Godfor 100-watt bulbs. "Jesus Christ, what the fu---Cory, you bastard, whathave you done?" "Hey, I didn't do anything, what the fuck you shriekingabout? A silent minute crept by, while Gina examined herself. "I gottalump, its ... its my nipple!" Cory ran into the kitchen, clamped her smallframe into his long athletic arms, and carried her into the bedroom. He pinnedher down, threw her open clothing off of her, and began nuzzling her misshapenedbreasts.

"What are you doing?" she screamed. "I gotta see someone."

He began by sitting on her stomach, which knocked the wind out of her. Hislong penis found its nest between the breasts he'd been pining for.

"I gotta have these!" he hissed.

"You don't know. So nice, small, and different than any other girl's" Hebegan to hump her breasts, all the months of prostate tickling had taught hisbody to pre-cum at a moment's notice. He began dripping, lubing her tits. "Oh,Gina, I need it!" He squeezed the two little globes, now, vissibly malignant,burying his throbbing bone. "I love them, I want ta feel the..."

Cory began kneading, roughly probing, for what he knew would be there. Ah,he found one, two. Now the right one---"yes!" Another couple. "Oh,gina, its a family!" He moaned, as the furious humping of her rib cageincreased, his very long legs all the while, constricting her from speaking,and for the most part, breathing. Gina gasped.

"What the f.. what are you talking about, Cory! don't do this to me.You knew?" "Its a family, there's more comin' we don't need to havekids. I'll play with these, and look after them and---" Cory was rearingup, putting the weight on his knees and elbows now, as he readied a cataclysmicejaculation. "No!" Gina cried, the hot, salty tears going everywhere,tasting horrible. He stiffened, his ass clenching; then a monsterous warm spray,as pre-cum exploded into Gina's face. She stopped trying to scream, as hotsemen entered her nose and eyes, temporarily stunning her. "Oh, Gina,I can take care of you, you're my only one." Cory was still grinding intoher, his tennis-ball size testicles preparing yet more. Then Gina felt somethingstrange. Amid all this, she felt, like ... hot, pepper? No, more like /Vixor ... "ow, ow!" she screamed. What was this? Now, Cory's climaxwas in full swing, every half-second, round after round of thick gelatinousgoo landed on Gina, he would free one hand from his weight, just long enoughto squoosh it into her breasts. "Oh, that's good, so good!" he panted. "Cory,no!, its wrong!" His semen burned, but why? Cory still wasn't finished.He knew he could do round two! ... just needed a toy, a dildo. There wasn'tanything within reach, so he did the only thing that he could think of. Hegave Gina a quick fist to the head, knocking her back on the bed. He took herbare foot, grabbed a handfull of previously released jism, and caked it ontoher foot. He then spread his cheeks wide, and knew they were in prime conditionfrom all the months of foreplay with her. He rammed her foot, past the ankle,deep into his vibrating ass. That did it! His body, quite familiar by thistime, with Gina's toys, brought his C Man erection back to life. ... and whatlife!

"Oh, that's it!"

Cory felt the stirring deep in his nuts.

He sat back, enveloping Gina's foot into the soft mucosa of his warm wethole. "Hey, guys?" he yelled to aparitions only he could see. "Here'ssomething too manly for yall! Ya gotta be man enough to give it, and to takeit.! Cory rocked, clenched, pushed! He began violently pumping his cock, thenthe other hand, grabbing, squeezing, kneading what were once healthy breasts.It hit him, right between the eyes--this is what he craved. He pummeled andtortured the lumpy tissue, feeling hard noggules and loose, free-moving THINGS,he wasn't sure what they were.---only that he wanted to devour them.

He felt the gathering storm, internally, a storm only he could feel. As hereadied himself, he thought, "this is all mine!" The geyser overtookthem both, like a tsunami, spewing everywhere, smothering them both in a huge,coaggulating viscous puddle of passion. Gina was still unconcious, mercifully,when Cory's neanderthal tumult for release broke her ankle; still deep insidehim---the spasmic bulldozing, crushing her foot.

8.

Cory was in recovery.

When Carlos found out from his daughter what had happened, he did what hesaid he'd do. He put Cory in the hospital. Two fractures, stitches, so muchblood. Gina's mother was in shock. Double hidious! How could her daughter haveB.C., and have that horrible lout do that to her?

As Gina's father waited outside, out the door walked the doctor. "Well,how is she, what ... is there hope?" His face fell, when he saw the doctor'sgrim expression. "I'm sorry, Mr. Tibbs, he said, his jaw set. "Somethinghas given her an accelerated mutagenic reaction. Something, I'm not sure justwhat, has caused the cancerous tissue within her breasts to grow at an alarmingrate. Has your daughter been exposed to anything? Darkroom chemicals? Solvents?Experimental drugs? "na... no." "there must be something. Thisisn't natural." He sighed, and looked up to see the nurse walking towardhim.

"Doctor, these are the test results. HIS results!" The nurse spat.She turned and walked away.

"Oh, my God. The doctor lost his grip upon the bundle of papers. "Yourperspective son-in-law? He has a cocktail, in his bloodstream, and within everyother bodily fluid he possesses. Stay right here, that was the missing pieceof the puzzle. I have a theory. The doctor ran into intensive care, and sawthat Gina was awake, doped up---but awake. "Gina, hi, how ya doin'? Tellme, did you engage in sex with Cory?" The nurse came in. "Doctor,her ankle has been set, but, we're still counting the breaks in her left foot.What did that animal do to her?" The doctor looked at Gina's charts, atthe foot of her bed. "Jesus h. Christ, judging from this uh ... residue... matter they took when they prepped her ankle, I'd say little angel in theother room there, used her foot as a, ... uh a, dildo!" Gina, dizzy andqueasy came fully awake, just then. "Oh, I hurt, all over. That son ofa bitch did to me," "Gina, this is important, did you have sex withhim?" "Yeah, sure, we were engaged., we did everything, dozens oftimes." She looked puzzled.

"Why? My breasts are more important than that asshole."

The doctor was about to count his own teeth.

"Well, near as I can tell, you must have had oral sex then?" "Yeah,I thought that was less serious, or less, um, of a commitment than, you know?going all the way. Why? You haven't told me, what's this all about? Why? Why?"

"OK, Gina, here it is straight.

Your Romeo in there, was in the Gulf War.

From what I can tell, and from what's on that chart in there, he's loadedwith combinations of chemicals. They're all through him Gina. I'm sorry." Ginaremembered the burning of his semen on her skin. "Oh, god no! You reallymean ... they're all through ME don't you. "Me, in me!" "Howmuch oral s sex did you ...?" Gina's heart sank. She remembered now, withcrystal clarity---the little technique she had been so proud of. "Milkingthe prostate,"" that bitch friend of hers called it. Now look whatit did ... did to HER? We did dozens, I taught him how ta ...oh! I swallowedpints. Pints! Quarts! Oh, I'm gonna be sick."

The doc stood there, his heart hammering in his chest.

He thought, You sure are gonna be sick, my poor girl,"

Aloud, he said, "We must consult with your parents. Gina, I'm sorry.You must be strong."

9.

Gina had two lumpectomies later that week.

Her parents, daring to hope, prayed that was the end of it. Cory, disgraced,left town, in shame. No one in Atlanta, ever heard from him

About two months afterwards, Gina was getting her life back together. Shegave up going to bars. Her foot took another eighteen weeks to heal properly.That limp--she was so glad to be rid of it.

With no more lame foot, and that bastard Cory out of her life, Gina decidedshe wanted to take an art course. She did commit herself to give a few shortspeeches at different Breast Cancer Awareness, and fund raising functions.She felt that since she'd triumphed over the grim reaper, and kept her breastsin the process, it was the least she could do.

It was autumn, and the sun was permitting only a cold, grey day. Gina filledout the scholarship paperwork, and dropped it off. It would be fun, and shouldn'tlearning be fun, after all?

Gina went in search of a nice healthy lunch, and decided to keep her promiseto her one doctor--that she would look him up. She found a large, exotic-lookingshe guessed, West Indian doctor. "May I help you, Miss?" he askedin a lilting singsongy voice. "Yes, I am looking for doctor Howard. "Oh,I am taking over his rounds and future cases, he's on leave for personal reasons." Ginafelt a twinge--"bad omen?" then allowed it to pass.

She was being silly; these things happen all the time. Its called turnover,duh!

Doctor Coliacon sat her down in his office, and said in that clipped island-speakof his, "Just take a minute, and we'll see that you're all ship-shape,hey?" The doctor picked up his scope, and examined the marks left by Gina'ssurgery, less than a year ago. "Very good, no abnormalities!" Henext palpated, kneaded, and expertly probed her left breast. "Oh, dear,somebody has just wished you very bad fortune, my dear." He stopped whathe was doing, made some enigmatic sign of the hand, and proceeded to examineher right breast. This aprasal took far less time. "I regret to informyou, Miss Tibbs, your malignancies have returned. We must do bloodwork immediately." Ginawas horror-struck. "My classes, my future!" The doctor looked likea statue; a very, serious statue.

10.

They tried.

Gina lost both breasts to the onslaught.

Two weeks later, her CA-137 levels went through the roof.

Her ovaries soon fell victim to the wild, unchecked chaos, so antagonisticto a healthy body. Later, with only brief remissions, through chemistry andradiation, Gina gave up her uterus. The histerectemy was not the end of it.Somehow, by some horrible chemical imbalance, thanks to Cory's tainted emissions,her lymph system became a treasonous weapon of mass bodily destruction.

There was nothing anyone could do.

Vrykolakas

7 July 2002

1-35PM