“Izzy?” A voice said as she opened her eyes, adjusting to the light, “are you with us?” The voice asked once again,
“Ugh… y-yeah…” Izzy replied in a groaning, fatigued voice,
“I’m going to need you to be very calm right now, you’re not going to be able to move a lot,” the voice instructed. As Izzy’s eyes adjusted more, she recognised the familiar face of Doctor Smith,
“Smith?” She asked,
“Yes Agent Palmer, it’s me,” she confirmed, “we’re going to need to run a few things by you… it’s not going to be too easy,”
“Where’s James?” She asked,
“Waiting,” Doctor Smith stated, “he’s been out there for…” she hesitated, “well almost the entire time you were out,”
“H-how long was I out?” Izzy asked, starting to push herself up from the bed,
“Izzy!” Smith yelped, placing her hand on her back to support her,
“Agh!” Izzy groaned, feeling pain in his chest, she looked down.
“As you can see…” Doctor Smith started, pointing to Izzy’s chest, “we’ve significantly reduced the size of your breasts from what they were. When they had stopped growing, I couldn’t even tell you what the Cup Size was. An emergency reduction has taken place, and an advanced healing agent has been applied to help you recover quicker… but recovering from a surgery like this is not a quick procedure,”
“Are you serious…” Izzy said, looking at her breasts. Sure, now that the memories were coming back to her, how large her breasts had grown in such a short amount of time, they were definitely smaller. But from her previous size they were still quite a lot larger,
“We estimate around a double D-Cup,” Doctor Smith stated, “it was the smallest we could get them without damaging your body irreversibly…” she hesitated once again before admitting, “we think they may grow larger however,”
“How much larger?” Izzy asked immediately, not wanting a sugar-coated answer,
“Somewhere around an E to am H cup… depending,”
“Depending on what?”
“We’re not sure,” Doctor Smith said, “your growth wasn’t exactly natural,”
“Excellent,” Izzy said sarcastically, fuelled by the frustration she felt from the whole ordeal.
The door burst open, “Izzy!” James said, running up to his partner, he stopped before he reached her, “y-you look a lot better than before. Nice work, Doc,”
“Yeah… well not quite the size I would’ve hoped for,”
“Oh c’mon, you have to admit that this is much more manageable than what you had before, and it wasn’t all for nothing either!”
“What do you mean?” Izzy asked, “what did I do again?” She questioned, forgetting exactly why she had sacrificed her dignity. Just as she said that, in walked Agent Newman beside Agent West,
“Newman!” Izzy said, remembering what she did,
“Not exactly what I had in mind, but anything is better than being immobile,” she said. Agent Newman had gone from slim and toned woman to a morbidly obese, immovable blob. She was now a slightly overweight, pudgy, chubby woman with a fairly common figure. It helped that her 6’3” stature spread her weight out,
“Definitely better than it was,” Izzy said, “I’m glad it wasn’t all for nothing,” she admitted,
“Hey, it’s not like you really lost out with your trade off,” Agent Newman admitted, standing beside her, “I’d do a lot of things for a little extra room upstairs,” she joked, the room chuckled with her. She looked a lot cheerier than before. Having her partner back had improved her mood significantly.
“So how long was I out?”
“Around 32 hours,” Doctor Smith replied immediately,
“Holy shit…” Izzy said, “how’s John Dean? Did he stay true to his word?” She asked,
“Yeah… but he’s not been too responsive,” West replied, “it’s taken a lot to not start shouting a him again,”
“I’d expect so,” Izzy said, “maybe I should speak to him?” She suggested,
“Are you crazy!?” James responded, “the last thing you want is him repeating this! What if he made it irreversible!?”
“Anything would be better than have him do something worse… plus I think I might’ve struck a cord with him,”
“She’s not wrong…” Agent West said, “I watched your interrogation when I got back to normal, he seemed to respond a lot better to you than anyone else,”
“Then I’ll speak to him again,” Izzy said, pushing herself to her feet,
“Then I’m going in with you!” James said,
“Why?” Izzy asked, “I’m entirely capable of handling myself,”
“I know. If anyone knows that I know that, it’s you!” He stated, “but if this happens again and you’re on your own, and it’s completely irreversible! What if he does something worse?”
“I’ll figure it out,”
“No,” James said, almost stomping his foot as he did, “as your partner, if you speak to him again, I will be accompanying you as backup. I won’t interfere unless you want me to, no matter the circumstance. But you’re not going in on your own again,”
Izzy hesitated. She understood him, but there were so many things that could go wrong! Maybe he was right…
“Izzy?” James asked, looking her in the eyes,
“Fine. But nothing until I say otherwise,” Izzy finished, standing herself fully upright, “now where the hell are my clothes?”