Antigen

I know, I know, I should be working on my XX Factor story, but this story popped into my head and I had to get it out before hopefully moving on to The XX Factor.

Enjoy!!
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Antigen
By Ratlaf

Alarms were blaring everywhere!   Flood lights were turning on all over the place, and the sound of combat boots could be heard approaching!  They were all too late though.  The antigen had been released and there was nothing they could do about it.  As he slipped over the last perimeter fence he felt his pay-as-you-go phone (bought with cash at a store with very little surveillance) vibrate but it wasn’t until he’d made it to the motorcycle, and put about 50 miles between himself and the water treatment plant did he have time to check his phone.

There were messages!  Plural!  That meant that not only he was successful!  He feverishly checked and almost two dozen texts confirmed what he’d hoped for.  The antigen had been released at almost all of his objectives!  This was the best day of his life and he knew the next few months would be interesting times in this country.

*

“Sir, beg to report!”

“Go ahead boy…” said the chief of security wearily.

“Sir, as far as we can tell nothing was released into the water and no toxins, diseases or viral agents can be found.  Also, the perpetrators made a clean get away.  No prints or fibers and only a possible tire track.  Whoever it was came well prepared.”

“Thanks for your opinion and your report, now take a chill pill boy, this aint the military!”

“Sir, yes sir!”

*

“In local news,” the local talking head announced, “there was a break-in at the water treatment facility last night.  Nothing at all was released into the municipal water supply and no contamination or vandalism was found.  Authorities have thoroughly tested the drinking water and assure the public that the water supply is safe.  It appears to have been only a single individual, possibly a dare or prank.  Again the city’s water supply is perfectly safe and suitable for human consumption.  In other news…”

*

“Come in Agent Worster.”

“Thanks boss!” the mid-twenties, raven haired, supermodel tall, beautiful, and tough FBI Agent Selene Worster said as she entered the office she knew she’d have in just a few years.

“This is interesting and somewhat worrying.  Twenty six B&Es of water treatment plants around the country all last night.  Three perpetrators apprehended.  None of the incidents reported any contamination of the water supply, and none of the three were carrying anything of note on them, just a water bottle with what appears to be water.  It’s being tested as we speak.  No I.D.s or records on the ones we caught and none of the locals can find prints, fibers or DNA at any of the other crime scenes.”

“Definitely a coordinated attack, but to do what?  Release water into the water supply?  Prove how vulnerable we really are? Or test how vulnerable we really are?”

“Dig into this deeper and find out if we need to be worried about it.”

“Sure thing boss.” Agent Selene Worster said as she picked up the case file and her usual bottle of water filled from the water fountain.  Who pays $1.75 for what comes free out of the tap?

*

(3 Months ago)

“Jenkins! Do you have that inventory done yet!?”

“Yes sir, here it is.”

“You had a witness while performing this inventory? Oh yes, I see, Roberts.  Good, good.  Well, what about the stocks of MYS-5000 that we’d thought went missing?!  All were accounted for?”

“Yes sir, they were.  We tracked down the problem.  They’d been misplaced on a shelf of MYG-5000 and because of the slight change in letters no one noticed.  I’ve already drafted up a memo proposing we change the classification of our bone growth antigen to PYJ-5000.  Much more appropriate and less likely to get confused in the future.”

“Very good Jenkins, let me take a look at it and I’ll sign it right away.”

“Thank you sir.”  Robbie Jenkins said as his boss signed off on the inventory and the memo, effectively covering his tracks.  So far anyway…

*

Agent Worster stepped off the plane on her way to the fifth water treatment plant hoping to find something, knowing there’d be nothing more than what the locals had already found.  As usual the locals knew the FBI was going to get involved so they did their jobs so superbly that there was nothing left to discover.  

Even the interrogations of the three who’d bungled their mission had so far yielded nothing but a babble about inhumanly muscular women.  Women vastly more muscular than what men were capable of now.  Obviously some sort of mental trap the perpetrators had prepared, in case they were caught.  

‘How ridiculous would that be?!’ she thought as she flexed her shapely but definitely not muscular arm.  Although, Project Atlas/Athena tickled the back of her brain.  Had she heard of something like this as part of a congressional oversight hearing?  Filing that stray though to the back of her mind she took another mouthful of water and started the now repetitive task of cataloguing and filing.  She still had 21 of these to go!  Hopefully one of them slipped up enough to give her any clues.

It wasn’t until the ninth site that something finally broke on this case.  Something that would speed up her investigation and possibly mean that she didn’t have to travel to the rest of these maddeningly clean crime scenes.  

Whoever they were, they definitely knew what they were doing, were highly trained, motivated and prepared.  All these signs pointed to a very specific objective and she was now determined to find out what that objective was.  This’d definitely be a huge step towards that promotion.

She received a call from the lab where they were analyzing the water in the bottles they were carrying.  Apparently there was more to this incident than initially meets the eyes.  The bottles were heavily laced with a human, female specific, antigen, highly concentrated at several parts per thousand.

“An antigen that does what!!” she nearly shouted into the phone.

“We’re still working on that but we can tell you that it was definitely engineered and specifically targeted towards women.”

“Thanks, let me know when you find out more.”  This was new, and somewhat worrying.  It also explained why no one detected anything because antigens act at a sub-viral level, and are used by the body to defend against disease.  Was someone trying to protect women from some heretofore unknown threat?  

Now she had several leads: 1. pharmaceutical companies working on antigen technologies, possibly with missing inventory, 2. someone trying to protect women, possibly a feminist group, and 3. the inhumanly muscular women they were still going on about, check the web for more on that.  It could lead to a profile of the 26 who performed the operation, or possibly lead to some of their accomplices.

Also the question of whether to report this to the general public.  It’d cause a huge scare, but if this antigen was doing something to all the women who drank the contaminated water, better they do something about it sooner rather than later.

Instead she called the CDC and NIH to task them to find out whether any women in the affected areas were getting sick or showing any other signs of, whatever this antigen was designed to do.  Once they knew what they were dealing with she’d make a decision and report her findings and recommendations.

*

Although they’d all met through the same web site, none of them used any type of website, email, cell phone or text messages to communicate their overwhelming joy and celebration of their success.  They’d achieved their wildest dreams and now this country would be transformed into their vision of the ideal human race.  They’d all returned to their normal everyday jobs after that fateful night, and while they were a bit jumpy whenever a police siren would start up nearby, they went about their daily lives as if nothing was different.

In fact they were all attentively watching all the women they’d see on a daily basis.  They knew it’d take months before it would be noticeable, but they still couldn’t suppress the glee and anticipation of what was to come.

*

It was almost a week into her investigation and she’d made several substantial steps, but was no closer to any specific individuals.  

The CDC and NIH reported that the antigen has no noticeable effect on women so far.  It was definitely not acting like a pathogen and no disease outbreak was imminent.  The antigen did have an interesting function.  It was engineered to bind only to women, and once it had been absorbed, it attached itself to a previously unknown gene which produced a protein whose function was still unknown.  It was clear that this protein was the first in a row of dominoes and that the end result might have a substantial effect on the infected woman’s genetics and body.

Still they had not gone public and the rumors on the web were starting to fly.  People were smart and they were definitely able to put together that the break-in’s at all the treatment plants were connected.

The profilers had put together an unusual MO for the perpetrators of this attack: men of almost all ages with an affinity towards extremely tall and/or inhumanly muscular women.  In fact, many of the artwork and fiction created by this very small demographic of the world often feature worldwide changes where women become the taller and/or stronger gender.

The more Selene learned about this the more she started to like the concept.  She was tall for a woman, 5’11” and athletically built, but stood no chance, physically, against even the weakest of male agents in the bureau.  But for her to posses real, powerful muscles bigger than any man, as those three in custody were still raving about, began to turn her on.  She’d be able to take any man she wanted, instead of having to play the weak woman all the time.  But she’d only take the men who wanted her to take them, while still being man enough to stand up to her.  That kind of confidence totally melted her and made her sex drive almost unbearable.  Unfortunately she hadn’t found a single guy so far that would fulfill both criteria.

She’d found men willing to let her take them, but they were never strong willed enough to stand up to her and became annoying lap dogs very quickly.  The men who would stand up to her, would only sleep with her when she played the weak woman and that was getting old because she was denying who she really was.

Maybe these guys who pulled off this amazing stunt, were men the likes of which would satisfy her needs?

“Selene?”

Mmmm, to take a real man and do anything she wanted to him while he was powerless to resist her overwhelming strength…

“Selene!”

“- Huh! What!?  Oh, hey Marc, I was, I was off in my own world obviously, what do you have for me?”

“The possible tire tracks at number #19 belong to a motorcycle, and there’s a pharmaceutical company in the next town that reported a batch of misplaced antigen that was later found.  The thing is, none of the employees, current or former, ever owned a motorcycle.  They’ve only had about 50 employees all told.  Their antigen is also nothing close to what we’re analyzing”

“Hmmm, well, dig a little deeper into that company and see if any of the employees match the profile too.”

“Already did and there’s one, a Robbie Jenkins.  Oh and there’s a female bodybuilder who works there too.  Her name is Katrina Hawkes, thought you’d be interested.”

“Thanks.”

“No problem,” he said as he looked up at her with a look of desire that she missed yet again.  If she had seen it, she’d’ve seen the man she was fantasizing about just now.  She flew out to #19 to talk to these two.

*

“Well, do you think it worked?”

“Come here lover boy and decide for yourself.”

“Woah, it’s… you’ve… Wait flex again!”

“Only if you’re a good boy.”

“After what I organized and pulled off for you my muscle girl, I’d better have earned a good boy status!”

“You’re right, feel this then.”

“I… H… How much have you grown in a week?”

“I’m up to 120 pound dumbbells…”

“Oh my goddess…!”

“And my arms are up to 21 inches of female might…”

“I need you…”

“And I can lift you off the ground with one arm, well almost…”

Only a whimper escaped him.

“And I can military press you over my head for reps while giving you a blow job…”

More whimpers…  

“One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen…” with a slight pause between each rep.

“Oh! take me now my muscle goddess!!”

“And I can totally overpower you as I take you inside me…”

“And all your muscles flex and bulge as I fill you up…  As I grow inside you, your muscles grow bigger and stronger…!”

“Soon, I’ll be bigger and more muscular than any man has ever dreamed, except you my little love slave, oh yes.  Oh yes…  Yes!  I can’t wait to grow even bigger for you, and feel you grow bigger for me.  Oh Yes!!!

“Oh my lady muscles, oh my goddess, oh…”

*

“Right this way Agent Worster.  Robbie will be here in a minute or so, and Katrina in about fifteen.”

“Thanks,” she remained standing, hoping to use her height to intimidate.  As she waited she fidgeted a bit because her clothes seemed a bit tight.  Before she could wonder about that he came in.  As she’d hoped he was shorter than her thanks to the three inch heels she was wearing, and his eyes went wide as he looked up at her.  Not in fear she noticed but with the desire for a taller stronger woman.  Yep, he definitely fit the profile.

“Have a seat Mr. Jenkins,” she said as she walked right up to him and looked down.

“Th… Thanks,” he said obviously flustered.  “What’s this about, you’re FBI right?  Mind if I take a look at your creds.”

“Here you go.  Mr. Jenkins, where were you exactly a week ago at night?”

“Um, that would be Wednesday night? I was at home with my girlfriend.”

“All night?”

“Yes Ma’am.”

“Who is your girlfriend?”

“Katrina Hawkes, she works here and this job is how we met.”

“She’s the bodybuilder, correct?”

“Uh, yeah, that’s what brought us together.  She’d been having a hard time finding a guy who was comfortable with her being so strong and muscular.  For some reason I had no trouble with that and actually enjoy it.”

“You’re definitely in the minority there.”

“Tell me about it…”

“Have you even been to the Three Waters plant?”

“Uh, no, that’s the filtration plant over in Shelby, isn’t it?  Is that what this is about because I heard on the news that there’d been a break in or something.”

“Yes sir, I’m investigating.  I think that’s all for now.  Thank you Mr. Jenkins.  Please don’t book any travel plans for the next month in case we need to talk to you again.”

“Um, ok, thanks.”

*

“She is going to flip when we tell her,” remarked the lab assistant when the results came out of the computer for the third time.

“All of them are going to ‘flip’ as you put it,” the chief researcher replied. “Especially now that it’s too late to do anything about it.  Hell it was too late when the antigen hit the water in all of those filtration plants.  Now all we can do is let everyone know what’s coming and sit back and watch as this country changes before our eyes.”

“How long do you think the whole process will take?”

“Whoever crafted this antigen, and it is a masterpiece of genetics let me tell you, had a very specific goal in mind.  I’d say three months until the infected women are as strong as men, and a year until they’re finally done growing…”

“Wow…!  And we’re estimating at least 75% of women in this country were infected?”

“Based on how many people all those plants serve I’d say that’s a conservative estimate.”

“If all 26 had been hit?”

“We’d be close to 98%…”

“Wow, I wonder if my girlfriend drunk any?”

“If she did you’d better treat her as good as you can because in a year, she’ll be able to lift you off the ground with one arm as if you were a Chihuahua.”

“Duuude…!”

“Indeed my young fellow…”

*

‘That was almost useless,’ Selene was talking to herself again in her hotel room.  They had alibis for each other, and they fit each other’s personality types so well that they don’t have any motive for pulling a stunt like this.  Unless they were working together, and they definitely had the expertise between the two of them to create the antigen.  But again, no motivation, he had his muscle woman and she had a loving man.

‘OK these pants are killing me’ she thought as she peeled off her too tight pants and blouse and changed into her spandex workout clothes.  ‘There we go’ she thought as she poured over the case file.  Her one lead had been inconclusive, none of the pieces pointed to them.  She’d even checked out the witness of the inventory and he was legit.  The three guys in custody were still raving and none of their friends were likely accomplices.

Again she came back around to Katrina and Robbie.  They vouched for each other, and could’ve taken great lengths to cover their tracks, but without a network there was no way to organize 26 operations on the same night.  So far all their communications came up clean.

With a sigh she went to sleep and tried not to think about how the report from the CDC was going to go over in Washington tomorrow morning.

*

“My fellow Americans.  This past week has seen an attack on this country the likes of which we never dreamed possible.  Even with all of the security precautions we’ve taken in this age of terrorism, the will to attack this great nation still exists and comes, I am sorry to say, from within.  

As you all know, strategic water filtration plants around the country have been contaminated with an antigen targeted specifically at women.  While there was no intention on the parts of these individuals to harm their own countrywomen, they are still wanted and will be pursued and prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law possible.  They have, regretfully, fortunately, also done this country a great service by exposing exactly how vulnerable our water supply is, a situation that I personally guarantee will be rectified.

The Centers for Disease Control assure me that, had this government acted even faster than we did, there was still nothing we would have been able to do to stop the spread of this antigen to over 85% of the women of this great country.  I ask that all the men of this great nation, stand by your women, your wives and daughters, your mothers, your girlfriends, and help them through this great crisis and attack on their bodies.

The next year will see some stunning changes in the women of this country and I assure you we will stand with you as our world gets turned on it’s head.  Thank you.”

*

“Dammit!” that was the third suit she’d ripped.  It was three months after the attack and just like the rest of the women who were infected, Selene’s body was building muscle on top of muscle, gleefully and without encouragement.  Other than the fact that the 26 Amazons, as they were being called, had totally destroyed her wardrobe and that every week she’d have to buy new clothes that she’d then literally grow out of a week later, she was thoroughly enjoying her growing muscles.  She was even encouraging her muscle growth by lifting as hard as she could at the gym and it showed.  She was easilly outpacing the women who didn’t lift.

Marc had surprised her by asking her out once her growth was noticeable and to her even further surprise, she found that he was the type of man who would let her take him, while still exuding the confidence a man should have with his woman.  She was now easily stronger than he was, thanks to her gym workouts, and their love making was getting more and more exciting for both of them…

They were still working together on the 26 Amazons investigation and still hadn’t come any closer to identifying the people behind the attack.  Every time Marc checked out Robbie and Katrina they came up totally clean.  Every time Marc checked out a possible suspect who fit the profile and was within range of one of the sites, he found nothing.  It was as if these guys were being rendered invisible by someone way up high in the bureaucracy.

She finally resigned herself to wear her black workout pants which, while not exactly professional, fit her well and weren’t too revealing, yet.  She flexed her legs experimentally within the pants and was still amazed at how massive she was becoming.  Each of her legs was easily inches bigger around than her waist and even the somewhat loose fitting pants couldn’t conceal the fact that she had long, massive, sexy, powerhouses for legs.

Now, a top.  Again, after her muscles ripped out of her third blouse, she had to resign herself to a stretchy yoga top that again, wasn’t quite professional, but with a suit jacket and a pair of 4” black platform heels, rounded out her ensemble nicely.  She was comforted by the fact that almost all women now had to deal with exactly what she was dealing with.  Although most women weren’t growing as muscular as she was because of her gym work.

In the kitchen Marc, in his PJs still, had just finished brewing the coffee.  He wasn’t a morning person and would roll in to work about a half hour after she did.  She walked up to him, looked down the seven inches of height that she had over him and smiled.  

“Morning my Amazon!”

“Morning my little man,” and she reached down with both hands and lifted him up off the ground for his morning kiss.  He moaned with pleasure and she savored the sensation of her 20 plus inch arms swelling and bulging inside her sleeves as she kissed her little man.  As she kissed him a stray thought occurred to her and when she set him down again, the better to tower over him, she filed the thought away to follow up on later.

*