"I'm sorry," I set the mop down in the corner of the counter, "But I'm not going to be a very good witness."
"Yeah, well tell me what did happen."
"A bunch of guys showed up, and then that." I waved at the "Woman." Pulling a pair of [POLICE] sweatpants on, and the dress out over it. "Told me to call you guys, so I hit the silent alarm, and hid behind the safe when the shooting started." The blood stain on her dress didn't soak through, the sweat pants didn't even stick to the holes, on the front or back of her thigh. "Is she going to be all right?"
"I don't even know who, or what she is. She's talking to Major Crimes."
"They shot her." Right through the leg, "I heard her yell. "Ow! You shot me!"?"
"What happened there?"
"Oh," I grabbed the sprayer from the sink. "She uh. I know this is going to sound crazy, but then she demanded some milk, eggs, cheese, and. Well a bunch of stuff to bulk up. I can hardly believe it happened, right in front of me."
"Yeah, we're going to get to the bottom of that part, but what did you see?"
"Huh, well. I'm sure you're going to get something from the camera footage, but. I don't know, it was just like I said. She drank a whole gallon of milk, half a gallon of heavy whipping cream, a third pan of egg whites." Chilling to whip into stiff peaks later. "A pound of cheese, and. I lost track." I picked up the clip-board. "My boss is going to kill me, but." I bent down, to look under the reach in cooler. "She left her credit card." I turned over, and read. "Arlene Jacoby."
"She says it's pronounced YackOby." he nodded. "Every time someone got it wrong." :roll: "Some kind of high class model."
"Yeah, that just stopped 6 guys with machineguns." I looked over his vest, covered in velcro patches, straps, holsters, pouches, and. Stuff. "You're SWAT?"
"Arced." He turned around to show me the patch across the back. [ARCT] "Armed Response Counter Terrorism."
"So that's like SWAT?"
"Kinda, only more specialized." he nodded, "Faster response, so we're the first to arrive." After the security guys, the fire trucks, the squad cars, but before the SWAT van, and the Ambulance. Do they have some bet, or bragging rights for who shows up too late, first? "Now, when she hulked out."
"She bulked up, but first. She wasn't, real busty, up here. And that dress was a little lose around the neck, but then she started eating, and drinking. You need that for evidence?"
He held the zip lock bag open, with an [Evidence] sticker on the front. "I know, finger prints, but she offered to pay for all this. Stuff, and I haven't had a chance to ring it up yet." They could still fire me for any, or no reason after all this.
She zipped up a Hoody, a blue one with [Police] on the sleeves to match the sweat pants, but even the man's sized one stretched over her arms, bulging out of it. "Oh, uh. Well first, her blood vessels stuck out, like Sylvester Stallone, only. Well, she wasn't that big yet. Then, those disappeared but." I looked at the bib hanging out the bottom of the sweatshirt like an apron. "I don't guess she really has blue blood after all." I shook my head. "Sorry, no offense."
"None taken, but what you're telling me is she got fat, and then she grew muscle?"
"I didn't see that, I just saw her skin stretch out, but her." I held my hands up, "Bust deflated. First, I don't mind saying I got a peek down the front of her dress, before she started. Changing, she's some sort of shape changer, but."
Still beautiful. It just makes her head look tiny, by comparison now, but before that. It was hard to focus on work until I got the display cases stocked, and the day-olds wrapped up. Then it was quiet, and I had time to watch her, waiting for a customer to show up. "I don't know if you'd call it fat, she didn't look fat, she just looked a little bloated."
"I'm not going to Bust you," he laughed at his pun, "For looking at a pretty lady, but you're about to say, you saw something down the front of her dress?"
"Well, they didn't look fake. I mean she wasn't like, super busty, she looked like a model."
"She is a model." He held his hand up. "She said that." :roll: "Several times."
"Yeah, that's what she was doing, when I opened up this morning. Just standing there." I pointed, "Modeling that car." Turned, and pointed down the street. It's blocked off, for shopping, but it's the same street on either side, "They had to take the poles out of the road to drive it in."
"Yeah, and besides." he looked back, and winked. "If you want to leer at a lady that can pitch a car at you, that's your own risk. Right? I'm going to need that card back."
"Oh, let me ring this stuff up." It's tricky, because the menu isn't set up to sell a gallon of milk. We order those, to make into desserts, treats, and confections to sell. I figured what the hell, charge her wholesale cost. I just have to keep flipping back and forth between Sysco, and the cashier program.
Meanwhile...
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Cordelia (fM Witnesses)
"She didn't even look this way, though I don't suppose we have anything as nice as that gold lamé dress," that shimmered in the twilight as the sun came up to shine across the Plaza. "Over there, they had this cobalt blue car that they had to take down the posts on the street to drive in, and the Marketing people asking if you're interested in Eco-friendly electric cars, but that must be a luxury model."
I shrugged, "Sure looked like Leather inside, and I'm not a Vegan, but I pointed out that if they planned on marketing to the eco-friendly crowd, they might want to offer some options that don't have any animal products for them to sit on. They wrote that down, but I had to open up shop before the Model showed up, and I thought: IDK what all work she had done, but whoever did it knew what they're doing!"
She didn't even look like a model, even though they're hiring more plus sized types these days, that is one perfect body. A little too much in the chest, compared with super-models, but then again. This was just showing off a car, so somebody local, and I tried to look her up on my phone, but nothing doing.
"Then, she power walked past," I pointed out the window, "in those heels, and made it look easy, but she didn't even look back. Then, these guys started working on one of the ATM machines back in the back, but they had to roll their tools in, and left their van on the corner. Security came out, and this one guy came to talk to them. Pulled a slip of paper out, then a Vz. 61 Škorpion machinepistol while they unfolded it."
"You're sure it's." The copofficer looked up. "Right down to the model?"
"Yeah? I don't know if it's the 1961, but it looked like it. Wood grips, bent magazine?" Roll Eyes "They have one in the Call of Duty: Black OPs videogame, it's my favorite backup weapon," really powerful at close range, and my boyfriend likes the SPAS-12. "But he didn't unfold the stock. The other guys pulled out some kinda M-4 Carbines, but these had the cocking lug in the carry handle up top. They pulled them like triggers." I held up my pinky, curled, "Like this?"
"Uh huh?"
"The security guys reached for their tazers, but then the workmen dropped their power saws, and pulled out, whatever they were. I never seen those before, but they unfolded the shoulder stock on the side. Like this?" I tried to remember. "The left side of the guns. I guess so they don't block the casings coming out of the other side." I nodded. "So anyways, the security guys were obviously out-gunned, so they ran back to their office." I leaned over to the window, and pointed up.
"We know where they're located, thank you. What else did you see?"
"Not much, I got down behind the wall down here." I squatted, "Like this? I kept my head down, but then She came out from Semifreddos, and she put on some weight."
He just nodded, didn't even look up?
"The robbers didn't look back, because she let them walk past, and they had their hands kinda full with the cash machines. I think they had some kinda slings under their jackets, and really short barrels too, because they managed to keep them under there jackets, instead of wearing trench coats." Shrug, "I guess the workmen getup was a little less conspicuous. I didn't even think about it until security came out, but by the time they did, the car marking guys already took off."
"So, you didn't see the fight?"
"Well, I peeked whenever I could, I couldn't believe what was happening, but she looked weird. After she came out, she looked all puffy, like she had on an inflatable fat suit, but then one shot her, and the bullet broke the window, so I could hear her yell. "YOU SHOT ME!" Like that." I nodded. Then, he tumbled over there, by the tables, and when I looked back her way. Her one arm looked huge, but the other one got ripped, and muscely just like that." I snapped. "I think she's some kind of shape-shifter, but she didn't change color, or clothes. Just her shape, but anyways she was holding up 1 side of the cash machine, 1 handed like this?" I showed him, "But that was with the ripped arm, then she took the whole thing, and she yelled, "You want the money? Take it!" Spun around, and threw it at 2 of the other guys, carrying another cash machine. The other 2 dropped their's, and pulled out guns, but the guy with the Škopions?"
"Is it Scorpion, or Škorpion?"
"Oh, I never heard my aunt Jindřiška say it, but I imagine that's how she would in her accent." I nodded, "She's Slowak, but she came over here before they broke up, in the 90s? Yeah, she married my uncle, we're not related."
"Well, back to what you saw."
"Oh yeah, so anyways, their leader pulled out 2 Škorpions akimbo, and the other guys picked up the last cash machine to use as a shield, but I ducked down when the shooting started. So, I missed how she got out of it, but then she picked up the car, the blue electric one? SMART®."
"Go on?"
"So yeah, she held it up like a shield, but by the bottom. Like this?" He looked up, and nodded. "Her shoulders, and biceps where huge, but the rest of her arms looked fat, and I guess they must have like Kevlar or something in the body, because none of the bullets went through. They finally threw the cash machine in the van, and tried to drive off with it, but then she picked it up like this?" Over head, "And threw it, so they had to get out the back, and the wounded guys."
"How many wounded?"
"Um, let me see. There was the guy that shot her, he held his arm up like this, but he didn't have a sling or anything. I think maybe he broke his collarbone, or had his arm pulled out of the socket before, or maybe he was a medic? Either way, he knew how to do that, and I had a boyfriend once that broke his collar bone scating one, and he had to have his arm strapped up on his belt for 3 whole weeks, so I think that's what happened."
"I'm sure we can ask the ambulance drive, go on?" He pointed with his stylus, then went back to his notes.
"So he just held onto his jacket to take the weight off of it." I didn't have a jacket to hang onto, so I couldn't show him.
"Who else?"
"Well, the 2 guys that she threw the cash machine at were pretty busted up. So, they ran by when the shooting started, but they weren't too beaten up to run. I ducked down as soon as I saw them, but I don't think they saw me. Then, they came around in motorcycles to pick up the other 3, but they couldn't get the cash machine out of the back, with the SMART® car in the driver's side. I don't guess they could drive off with it, either, but they must build those things like tanks, because none of the money came out." Shrug, "Guess that's why they decided to steal the whole thing, huh? The Armored Car guys came to fill them up this morning, and last night for the weekend. Well, I wasn't working last night, but they usually do." I looked over at the row of cut off bases. "Huh! The Chase one should be filled up later," the one that's left. "You think that's why they didn't even bother with it?"
"No telling yet, but thanks. That'll be enough, but." He handed me an old fashion business card, only laminated. "If you remember anything else, or if you see anything suspicious. Especially if she comes back, don't hesitate to call."
Okay, if I see her again, the last thing I'm gonna do is call the cops on her, maybe give her the Robbery detective's number, so she can call him, but that's about it. Finally, he left, but the security grates were already rolled down over the windows, including the broken one, so all I had to do was lick up the doors, and step into the changing room. So, I pulled out my notebook from underneath the counter, and unzipped it to check on my mask. Sure enough, it's not damaged, but only 1 bullet hit the building, and it was way down on the other end. I got lucky, but the wire was a little bent in, just to get the zippers closed. So, I bent it back out in the corners, but I didn't put it on, yet...
Mercedes May Bach
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Born (August 4 1984) Monica Langdon-Meier, she is the niece by marriage to Dieter Meier (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dieter_Meier), Swiss industrialist, and frontman of the progressive electronic project Yello (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Yello), with DJ, and Music Producer Boris Blank (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Boris_Blank_(musician)).
Legally changed her name to Mercedes M. Bach, and debuted with the launch of the Maybach Zukunvisionen VI Protype:
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Early Life:
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Purge (FFM NS Meet)
"Shit!" The eggs boiled over, so I dropped my tablet on the bed, and hopped into the kitchen, pulling on my first boot. At least I thought ahead to set up the sink with a colander full of ice, so I poured them in that, and turned off the stove. "Whew!" Zipped up the back of the boot, and closed my eyes, letting Gravity pull fluid down to my heel, and rising up on the ball of my foot until my hips leveled out, then walked back to the bed. Pulled my other boot off the mattress, and slipped it on. Zipped it up, and threw a jacket on over my shoulders
Tried on some glasses, and then bent the pads out to fit further down my nose, before turning to the mirror.
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"Yeah," I need to comb my hair dry, but "That should do." :emot_weird: "What am I saying? I don't have anything to wear to meet Mercedes fucking Maybach, and give her a ride home in my fucking Tesla?" She said something about having a lot to unload, "I hope it'll all fit in the back seat."
No time, I just locked up, and headed for the elevator. Tried not to freak out the whole way there, which is all of 6 blocks, and there's no traffic to give me more time to prepare, but I'm wondering if I'm actually more nervous now than I was.
"God, it's just been. 3 days."
Since I found the courage, somewhere to jump up, and throw myself over the counter into harm's way.
"Nikola, call Freida."
"Calling, Freida."
It rang. . ...
"Semifreddo's, canitakeyourorder?"
"Yeah, can I talk to your boss? Tell her it's;"
"It's your girlfriend."
"Take over this batch," I heard the bench scraper stop tossing, and turning semifluid on the antigriddle. Then start up again. "Hey girlfriend, mwah!"
"Hey, you won't believe who I'm going to meet."
"Surprise me."
"Mercedes Maybach!"
"OMGod, the Mercedes, I mean. The model, not the car."
"Well, it's the brand, but yeah. The spokesmodel, and also apparently shareholder of the entire division of Daimler AG?"
"Well, why don't you bring her by the store, and say hi? Not that I need the publicity, but thanks again for not wrecking the place when you tore up the whole plaza."
"Uh!"
"Too soon?"
"Way, too soon."
"Sorry, so seriously, though. Stop by if you can."
"Uh, I don;t know, if you have enough for her entire. Convoy?"
"How big a convoy we talking about?"
"Well, it looks like 3 G series, and a couple of guard bots, but I don't suppose they're going to be very hungry. Callya back?"
"Yeah, Répondez s'il vous plaît, but I better help the new girl with this batch. Honest to god, it's not playdough, what're you finger-painting?"
"Kaybye."
"Love ya, bye."
"Huh!" Well, at least there's a riced out street racer of another S to park next to, even if it is filthy. I hope anybody will look at that, instead of my base model.
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She met me in a board room, or at least some room they set up with a board table, chairs, a suitcase in front of her. She got up, and opened it. "Here, I got you something." Straight to business.
"What's this?" She turned it around, and showed my the Mercedes logo on the front.
"A bodysuit, why don't you try it on?"
"I don't want, is this like a sponsorship? Because if you want me to wear a logo." She finally looked up.
"You changed your hair." She frowned, "And your face."
"Yeah, thanks for the car," :roll: "But aren't you even listening to me? I don't want to be your spokes-model, and I changed my face because that one was too recognizable."
"Well, it's just a prototype," she lay it over the top of the suitcase, with a Mercedes logo on it, and picked at it. "Nobody's forcing you to wear the logo." It peeled right off, but tore when it got to the other 2 points, so she picked at it. "I don't need another spokes-model."
"I guess not, look. I'm sorry we got off on the wrong foot." She looked up from my flats, and her perfectly sculpted eyebrows went down to touch the bridge of her nose again. She looked confused. "How tall are you now?"
"6'8", give or take a few inches." It really depends how much fluid I have pumped into my joints, so I settled down, and cracked my neck.
"I thought that you couldn't change, size? That rapidly."
"Well, I've been practicing, but what is this?" I felt it. "Lycra?"
"A proprietary blend of fibers," She shook her head, so that's not one of them, but Proprietary probably means it's not on the market, and they're not planning on sharing it.
"And wires?"
"Those are just to dissipate the head, but for lack of a better term, it's a layer of protection."
"Yeah, I saw your robot suits out front, are you expecting a bombing?"
"No, but the Stahlmann contract was initially for Explosive Ordinance Officers, zo." Her accent slipped, a little. Good, she's not perfect. "We just build from that."
"Why?"
"Because, those were the soldners that need to carry the most armor, but no. There haven't been any bomb threats, but this meeting wasn't publicly announced, and the only organization who knows about it wouldn't jeapordize our relationship, just to steal some prototypes."
"Oh yeah? Who's at?"
"SpaceX. This would be the lining in one of their new suits."
"Oh yeah," I realized the armor out front, "Those suits?"
"Yes, withous the power, and articulation, for life support instead. He is developing the life support systems as well, but they are heavy down here."
"In gravity."
"Yes, so."
"So, this is bulletproof?" I already had my coat over the back of the chair, and the jacket unbuttoned, so I just shrugged out of it. Topless, I don;t need bras for support, and I never did.
She didn't even react, model to model. We both worked in the business, and it's probably not unlike 2 football players using the same shower.
"It is designed to prevent penetration, of the materiel, and also absorb the the energy from it, but no. It is not bullet proof, what did you do to your nose?"
"I broke it."
"You said this, on the phone. You broke it to grow it out?"
"I'm seriously considering a sex change." I nodded, and sucked in my chest, to stretch the neck around my shoulder.
"This would explain why you thought that growing 2 meters tall would be a lower profile, yes."
"Well, everyone looking for me is looking for a woman."
"You can do this?"
"A sex change?" I shook my head, "No, well. I don't know, honestly. I'm sure it's possible, but I just don't know how to do it yet."
"Of course, you could not." Now, she's just staring, so I self consciously pinch my underwear through the stretchy material. "This is supposed to dissipate heat?"
She looks up, "Oh yes. From absorbing energy. We are also experimenting with painting it, but so far, none of the coatings can survive the temperatures from certain energies."
"Oh no, black is fine, so it's not going to burn me."
"Very slimming." She shook her head, "It shouldn't, however you do not want to stand in fire too long. Gunfire or real fire, this is what I mean by not bullet proof. It will only carry away so much heat, before it will burn you."
"You want a demonstration?" I had the fats, and stored lipophillic proteins from my chest absorbed into my blood-stream absorbed now, and a little more padding I could take off of my hips. Thighs, calves, flexing, and extending my arms to work it into my biceps, but I have to close my eyes to truly feel the fibers slipping against each other. The capillaries expanding, and the veins flowing back out with the richness, and the rusty flavor stripped off.
"Huh?" I blinked, and she pulled her hands back from my arms.
"I'm sorry, I should have asked."
"Oh, go on." I grinned, and snuck a sniff of pheromones, coming off her hair. Underneath the tasteful tang of fragrance, but I know that odor, well. "Hey, you want to get outta here?" I grinned, then winked when she looked up.
"No," she turned, and pushed the chair-back. Out of the way, so she could put a heel up, and slip her hip over the side of the table. Pulling the straps off the shoulder. Braless, not much to hold up, but I gave her a hand anyway. Already dissolving the caratin on the backs of my fingertips, I had to grow out the pads to cover the edges, so they don't scratch, her nipple. She shifted, and picked her legs up to slip her underpants over her knees.
I'm not gay, but 1: It's Mercedes Mayfuckingbach, and B: I'm not a man either, but that doesn't mean I need a dick, neither. Also, I can do some truly amazing things with my fingers that you'd have to feel to believe.
Besides, I'd do it for the bragging rights.
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Author
She's not transgender, but it's like being the most beautiful woman possible: Because she can, and in about half a century, she'd grown about as much as she could without her head hitting the Glass Ceiling.
Now, there's real men IRL that are vocally threatened by Supergirl, Captain Marvel, She-hulk, and I sweartafuckingod one even said "What's next, Spider Woman?"
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Because Social Justice, so she's probably already getting death threats, and trying not to think about them.
The world wants a Hero, not a beautiful woman that can throw a car at you. If she wants to stay superficially feminine, and publicly super human, it's either that, or this:
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Superia, full on feminazi supervillainess. I just have to point out what she wore to the party, because she was a little torn between becoming ^that, or the Hero. Honestly, those are the only 2 choices the fake fanboys will allow. She can't fight male privilege, but she can appropriate it, so she does.
Doesn't make her any less of a woman.