Identity Theft Part One

When a tiny janitor is exposed to an experimental serum, the results are impressive.


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How is it that some of the most ditzy women on the planet never fail to find
jobs among the most intelligent people in the world? Do those intelligent
people need to feed their low self-esteem by inflating the perception of their
genius by surrounding themselves with people who cannot do the basic math to
realize that they consistently get cheated on their paychecks? Perhaps so.
Perhaps those highly motivated creative people need the added stimulus of
seeing those who exist in a continuous state of wonder when they examine the
world around them.

Anne was one of those less mentally gifted people. After she dropped out of
high school at sixteen, she realized she needed a job that paid a little
better than the typical minimum wage jobs that she was qualified for,
especially after her mother kicked her out of her house. So she went to a
staffing service and said she was willing to take any jobs they could offer.

"Well, Miss Walters, I'll be glad to help you find a position." The man was
sweating profusely behind his desk. One of the drawbacks of being a lazy,
obese American was that he was generally always hot. He frequently wiped his
sweaty hands on his shirt (which didn't help his appearance) so he could write
without wetting papers too much. He filled out Anne's form until he reached
two sections she was afraid might come up. "Of course, it won't be easy since
you don't have your high school degree. That'll really limit your
possibilities. Now, you'll just need to go into the back and take a drug test,
then we'll set you up with something."

Anne was not the smartest of girls, but she knew what it took to get around
certain obstacles. "Do I really have to take a drug test?" She leaned forward
in her chair, giving the man a clear view down her shirt. She was not a very
good looking girl, but she knew a man like this would probably take what he
could get.

The man took full advantage of the opportunity as he answered. "It's required
by state law, Miss Walters."

She pouted. "But I don't want to do it. Maybe you can just say we did it?" She
licked her lips, looking him directly in the eye.

He got the hint.

A few minutes later, she walked out of the staffing service with a job as a
night janitor at a small laboratory downtown.

* * *

Dr. Maria Dreiser never went home until well after all of her colleagues left.
During the day, she did her regular research, studying the effects of
prolonged light on subterranean fish. It was horrendously boring research, but
she received a handsome check every week. She also had twenty- four hour
access to one of the best privately owned labs in the area. That was why she
had agreed to take the job.

Maria studied the computer screen intently. She knew she was close to a
breakthrough in her on-the-side research. Perhaps within a week she would be
ready to test her serum on a mouse or two. The only thing that prevented her
from going ahead to that step in the process was her rigorous devotion to
caution. She knew that one false step could create a minor disaster that would
draw her superiors' attention to her late night activities.

She checked the numbers again and again, approaching the equation from a
different angle each time. Every time she checked, the result was the same,
and the result was exactly what she was looking for.

"It's right, Maria, it's right," she said to herself. "You've waited a long
time for this. Just go ahead and test the damn serum!"

Anne looked at the young woman. She greatly admired Dr. Dreiser and wished she
could be like her. The researcher was gorgeous, although Anne suspected she
was not aware of it. Dr. Dreiser was very tall, with luxurious red hair
flowing down over her slender shoulders. Anne knew all too well that she was
well below even the cute mark. She further suspected that was partially why
the scientist rarely ever noticed when she was in the room.

Occasionally Maria did notice the night janitor. Maria was not accustomed to
being around people she considered stupid. She found it pleased her to tease
the girl. She took pleasure in asking the girl questions she knew the janitor
could never answer. She took even more pleasure in seeing the lack of
understanding when she explained the answers.

Anne was perfectly aware that the scientist was making fun of her, but it
really didn't make her mad. It hurt her feelings that this beautiful woman
enjoyed her pain, but she thought she deserved it.

"Yes, I'll make it tonight and try it on a mouse," Maria said, drawing herself
to her commanding six foot height. She walked over to her work bench, which
had a large array of beakers with chemicals on it. She turned on the bright
florescent lights above the bench.

Anne watched the tall scientist mix the chemicals together in fascination,
pretending to sweep the broad floor of the lab. She knew the woman had
calculated the amounts very carefully, but the woman didn't even measure the
amounts. Dreiser didn't need to. She knew exactly what she was doing.

When Maria finished mixing her chemicals, she turned to the cages, which were
very near where the idiot janitor was sweeping. Maria looked at the janitor
and thought she looked distracted. The janitor wouldn't know what was going on
even if Maria tried the serum, but she didn't want to share the glory of the
first try with anyone, even a remarkably dull, miniscule dog of a girl. "I'll
do it tomorrow night," she said to herself. "Probably better to be patient
anyway."

Anne watched the scientist fill a syringe with her concoction, then set it in
a drawer in her private desk. She forgot to pour the remainder down the sink,
leaving years of research sitting out in the open.

Maria gathered a few things and put her lab coat away. "Good night," she said
to Anne, who nodded slightly in return. Maria smiled at the dumb response and
walked out of the lab. It was eleven fifteen.

Anne had never seen one of the scientists leave any of their work out on the
table. She assumed it meant that she was supposed to clean it up. So as soon
as she heard Dreiser close the main door of the lab, she leaned her broom
against the wall and walked over to clean the beaker.

Just as she picked the beaker up, her broom slid to the floor with a loud
smack. The startled girl lost her grip on the beaker, which flew backwards,
its contents splashing all over her.

Anne gasped in fear. What had she done? She had just spilled something on
herself that the woman she admired so much was very excited about. Would
Dreiser be mad at her? "Not if I don't tell her," Anne said.

She looked down at herself. Most of the stuff had splashed on her shirt.
Oddly, her shirt appeared to have already soaked most of it in. She shrugged
and quickly cleaned up the mess she had made. The rest of the night passed
quickly. She finished cleaning everything a little earlier than normal, so she
was able to leave the lab at five, before anyone else arrived.

* * *

It often takes a lot to pull someone into full consciousness. Physical demands
made by the body are often incorporated into dreams, so people do not
immediately wake up.

So it was for young Anne. When she started feeling hot, in her dreams she was
laying out on a tropical beach. When she started feeling even hotter, she
dreamed that she was trapped in a burning building, waiting for someone to
come and rescue her. Her dreams kept her asleep for a while, until the heat
became unbearable and she snapped awake.

She awoke to find that she had thrown her blankets to the floor, but she was
still dripping with perspiration. She got off the little loveseat she slept on
and opened her little window. Even though it was the middle of January, the
cold breeze that blew into her tiny apartment did little to cool her.

She was just about to take off the tee shirt that she slept in when the heat
became more than that. It became pain. The pain started in her belly. It was
agonizing. She wrapped her arms around herself and did her best to stifle a
scream. Her landlord would probably throw her out if she made much noise.

The pain quickly spread throughout her entire body. It became so unbearable
that she couldn't have screamed even if she wanted to. She fell to the floor,
curled into a fetal position. She closed her eyes against the pain, not
feeling the tears evaporate off her flaming hot cheeks.

Suddenly, when she thought the pain would kill her, or at least hoped the pain
would kill her, it disappeared. It stopped so fast that she thought she was
dead for a second. She didn't think such intense pain could just vanish, but
when she opened her eyes, the only white light she saw was the early afternoon
light coming through her window.

She got to her feet slowly, wary that the pain may return if she got up too
fast. But the pain didn't come back. She realized she was still very hot, but
she could stand hot after all of that pain.

The heat once again began to change into another sensation, and for an instant
she was terrified that she would be subjected to another crushing round of
excruciating pain, but then she realized that the new sensation was pleasure.

The pleasure began in her belly, just as the pain had, and quickly engulfed
her. She felt so much physical pleasure that she experienced an orgasm without
even touching herself.

In this wave of pleasant sensation, she felt something in her mind that she'd
never experienced before. She felt clarity. It was as if a dense fog began to
lift (she had never thought in metaphors before, even cliché ones). She began
to become highly aware of things around her. Her intelligence rose first to a
normal level, then quickly jumped into the higher levels. Her physical senses
increased to give her mind access to the information that it demanded. She
caught a faint whiff of ocean in the breeze, even though she lived in the
mountains. She looked at the glass of her window and noticed imperfections
that could only be seen under a microscope. She heard an ant grunting under
the weight of a large crumb on her floor.

As she became more intelligent, she quickly understood what had caused this
transformation. The serum in the laboratory. She deduced that her shirt hadn't
soaked up the serum, but that instead her skin had drawn it in, greedy for the
power that lay within it. And she clearly understood that the transformation
was far from over.

In excitement, she stepped across the room to the one thing she liked about
her apartment: the full length mirror on the back of her door. She looked at
herself carefully. Her tightly curled, oily black hair; her small, yellowish
brown eyes; her tiny body, not even five feet in length, and not weighing
ninety pounds. She bade farewell to the image.

Her highly accelerated senses allowed her to feel the transformation in a
number of ways. She could hear the blood racing through her body, carrying a
crisis signal to every portion of her. She felt the bones begin to lengthen
and become thicker. She smelled what she immediately thought of as her power
source (a small globe of light glowing bright green in her stomach) as it
became stronger and stronger.

But more importantly than any of that, she saw. The first change her amazing
eyes noticed was her hair. The curls began to disappear and the oil began to
fade. Her hair fell down her neck, straight, and it lengthened. As it grew,
the color changed to a rich red, not bright but deep.

That was far from the only change she saw. The changes began occurring
simultaneously, but her eyes detected every single change. The nasty color of
her eyes changed to a deep green, so strong that she thought they would
probably cast their own ever so slight glow in the dark. They became large,
accompanied by long rich lashes.

Her face was changed into an oval shape that complimented her eyes nicely. Her
cheekbones became high and prominent. What little acne she was subjected to
faded away, leaving her with a milky white complexion which quickly deepened
into what she perceived to be a permanent bronze. Her lips thickened, becoming
enticing. She licked them, thinking what she could do with such lips.

Her neck lengthened until it attained the beautiful grace granted to long
necked women. It led downward to what was swiftly becoming a very striking
feature. Her chest had never been much to look at before, but, as was
everything else, that was changing. Her breasts pushed her tee shirt outward,
growing until they reached a large C cup size.

She pulled her shirt up to reveal what was occurring below. She stared in
satisfied wonder as her slight baby fat evaporated and was replaced with a
smooth, flat tummy. She was even more pleased when the smoothness was
interrupted by ridges of solid muscle, forming a beautifully sculpted six
pack. She had never thought that she'd like having muscle, but she found that
she liked it very much.

She didn't even really need to see the change that gave her the greatest joy,
although she clearly perceived in the mirror. As all of these changes were
taking place, the reflection of her head rose closer and closer to the top of
the mirror. Before the transformation began, her reflection had filled very
little of the mirror. Now, she actually had to look down to see her
reflection. Her head had disappeared from the reflection as it rose above the
mirror.

She loved the sensation of her bones lengthening, especially in her legs. She
stared greedily at her own legs as they became longer and curvier. They led up
to a magnificently slim waist, almost unbelievably slim. She also loved her
slender her suddenly long fingers looked, attached to her large hand, attached
to her long arm.

Then the transformation stopped for a moment. Anne did not feel any
disappointment. She knew that there was one final step in her transformation,
and she looked forward to it. She had known it was coming ever since she
watched her beautiful tummy grow thick, strong muscles. She knew that the rest
of her body needed muscles to match.

Although she was not aware of it (she was aware of a great deal, but not of
this), she had taken control of her transformation. Or better yet, her
subconscious had taken control. All the same, what happened to her was not
random. Instead, her subconscious was bringing into reality a shadow of desire
from deep within Anne's psyche. And her subconscious wanted Anne to feel the
full pleasure of it, so the next phase took place in sections rather than all
at once.

First, Anne's slender arms thickened as her biceps ballooned outward, her
triceps matching the pace. The muscles did not grow to mammoth proportions.
Her arms were very feminine, but no one who looked at them would mistake Anne
for a weakling. Her shoulders rose slightly, expressing her core strength. Her
back widened some, as muscles became clearly defined there. Her chest rose,
with a slight striation that carried from her chest bones down to her pelvis,
uninterrupted.

Her legs thickened somewhat, but not a great deal. Anne found that she loved
her smooth and curvy her legs were, and she did not want the curves ruined by
a great amount of muscle. They looked like the legs of a runner or a swimmer,
powerful and beautiful.

When the transformation ended, Anne could hardly contain the joy she felt. It
was intoxicating. The only thing more intoxicating was the amount of energy
and power she felt coursing through her. She detected the small globe of
power, undiluted within her, and immediately understood the implication.

"I can still change," she said with a smile. That realization placed her
physical state firmly within her conscious control. But she had no desire to
change what she was looking at. "I'm perfect," she thought.

* * *

Maria worked patiently all day, constantly avoiding the temptation to pull out
the syringe and inject her serum into her own bloodstream. Once she had gotten
home the previous evening, she had reasoned through the serum over and over
again, and could not detect where she could possibly have miscalculated.

By the time she got to work the next morning, she knew she wasn't testing the
serum on a mouse. She wanted the serum for herself. There was no need to waste
time on animal testing. She knew she was right. She knew her creation would
work.

The hours ticked by extraordinarily slowly. She continued examining her fish,
sometimes intensifying the amount of light she cast on them, sometimes turning
the light off to see the immediate reaction. She didn't notice when all of her
colleagues left for lunch. She rarely ate lunch anyway. She usually worked
straight through the hour, enjoying the silence when she noticed it.

"I'd never realized how boring this is," she said aloud, as she was wont to
do.

"How boring what is?"

Maria turned around, startled. She didn't recognize the woman's voice. When
she turned, she had to contain a gasp. Maria was accustomed to looking down
when she spoke to women. She rarely met women as tall as her, let alone
taller, but a woman now stood in front of her that was taller. Much much
taller. So much taller that Maria had to crane her neck slightly to see the
woman's face, since she was standing so close to her. She guessed that the
woman must be at least seven feet tall. Probably taller.

Maria looked up into the face of the woman and could not control her gasp this
time. The woman looked a lot like a larger version of herself. She had the
same hair, although it was much longer and lovelier. She had the same eyes,
although Maria immediately noticed that the eyes seemed to glow. She even had
the same lips, the lips that Maria had used in so many dates to pout and get
her way.

The woman was looking down at her with a pleasant smile. "I'm sorry, I haven't
introduced myself. My name is Anne Walters," she said, extending her hand
downward and outward.

Maria thought she recognized the name, but she didn't know from where. She
took the offered hand, first amazed by its size and grace, then by the
restrained strength she felt in its grip. She felt like this Anne Walters
could crush her hand effortlessly. "I'm Maria Dreiser."

The woman's smile grew larger, showing beautifully white, straight teeth. "I
know who you are, Dr. Dreiser. I'm here from the Food and Drug
Administration." She took her hand back. She pulled a clipboard out of a
pocket in the jacket of her immaculate power suit. Maria was struck that the
woman was large enough to keep a clipboard in her pocket. "Dr. Dreiser, the
administration has reason to believe that you have been conducting ... well
... questionable research since you began working here."

Maria's mouth dropped open. Her mind began racing, trying to discover how the
FDA could have known she was carrying on her own research. She thought of the
mousy little janitor she'd seen last night. She couldn't remember the
janitor's name.

Anne smiled. "I'm assuming from your silence that our lead is accurate. Now, I
think it's best if you do two things for me: first, turn over all of your
research immediately, and second, surrender the syringe you're hiding in your
desk drawer."

Maria's mouth dropped even further open. "How did you ... I'm sorry, I just
don't know what you're talking about. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you
to leave," she said.

Anne's smile faded. "Dr. Dreiser, perhaps you've noticed my size," she said.
She put the clipboard back in her jacket and took the jacket off. Underneath,
she was wearing a sleeveless white shirt which clung desperately to her form.
Maria saw the woman's arms and understood what Miss Walters was trying to
express.

"You can't just come in here and try to intimidate me! I'm going to get
security!" She tried to walk past the woman, but she didn't make it. She felt
the strong hand clamp down on her shoulder, not hard enough to hurt her, but
hard enough to keep her from moving.

"Doctor, I don't think you realize your predicament here. You have created a
serum that allows humans to control their physical forms. This type of
research must be carefully monitored so it doesn't fall into the wrong hands.
You've shown a lack of caution while you worked here, so you cannot be trusted
to continue working on this project." Anne gripped the little (she loved that)
woman's shoulder lightly. She knew Maria was pulling against her, but she
didn't feel the force applied.

Maria looked back up into the woman's face. "What are you talking about? Yes,
I'll admit I created a serum. But it is not intended to give people control of
their bodies like that. It's intended to extend a human being's lifespan by as
much as five hundred years." Maria had done the math very carefully, and was
certain she was right.

Anne laughed. "Well, I guess it might have seemed to someone of your intellect
that that would be the result, but anyone of greater intelligence would have
seen immediately the flaw in your formula."

Maria burned when she heard herself belittled by this woman. She had never met
anyone smarter than herself, as she was very fond of reminding those around
her. "Impossible," she said, certain that she was right.

Anne laughed again. "You're like a little child, Doctor. Here, let me show you
the equation," she said, pulling Maria effortlessly along toward Maria's
laptop, "and show you where you made a mistake. It's very simple, really. You
made a mistake in the very beginning of the equation. I would think a woman
who studies light as much as you do would realize that the serum you created
actually draws energy from exposure to light. Not only that, but when you left
your serum under the light, it actually modified itself into the serum of
which I was just speaking."

Maria looked at the equation and frowned. Why hadn't she seen it before? One
of the chemicals she used (the catalyst, for Christ's sake!) responded to
light in precisely the manner Walters said it did. She ran numbers through her
head swiftly, trying to calculate the new effect of her serum.

Anne saw her calculating. She understood why she had once admired this woman
for her brains, but she was amused now. She could detect the numbers going
through the smaller woman's mind and knew they were going at a pathetic speed
compared to the rate at which she could calculate the same equation. All the
same, she allowed the woman time to reach her own conclusion.

Maria was amazed when she finished the equation. If she was right (something
she would never be so undeniably sure of again), then the serum could actually
create what acted as a power cell within the human body. The power cell would
transform the body (and the mind, she realized) so that it could work more
efficiently. The primary purpose of the power cell was still to do exactly
what Maria had planned for her serum to do. It preserved human flesh from the
aging process, maintaining youth, but this more powerful serum would actually
work indefinitely. Anyone who took such a serum would actually become ...
immortal.

"That's right, Doctor," Anne said, smiling as she plucked thoughts from
Maria's head. "Your serum perfects humanity. It makes human beings larger, if
they want to be, stronger, smarter, and it allows them to live forever."

Maria heard the woman, but she was not interested in her anymore. She was
interested in the syringe in the desk. It had not been exposed to much light,
but with only a short amount of exposure, it would become the super serum. She
wanted it.

Anne saw a slight muscle movement in Maria's right hand, the hand closest to
the drawer, and reacted. At a speed that no human eye (other than her own, but
it is hardly fair to call her eye human any longer) could register, she
slammed her hand down on Maria's hand. She felt the bones crunch.

Maria howled in pain. She didn't know what had just happened to her, but it
hurt like hell. She forgot all about the serum. She forgot about everything.
Her mind was clouded briefly by the intense pain.

Anne waited until she was sure that Maria could hear and understand her.
"Doctor, you have created a serum that every human being on the planet is
going to want. It will end disease, pain, death, hunger. It'll even end
ugliness." Anne smiled as she thought of how beautiful she had become. "But
I'm afraid I can't let you use it on yourself."

Maria, tears streaking down her cheeks from the pain of her ruined right hand,
cried, "Why? I created it, why can't I use it?"

Anne grabbed Maria and lifted her out of her chair. She raised the woman until
she could look straight into her eyes. "Because," she said, smiling a smile
that Maria noted for both its attractiveness and its viciousness, "then I
would be normal."

Realization dawned in Maria's eyes. She suddenly remembered where she'd heard
this woman's name before. "You're ... you're that dumbass janitor!" As soon as
she said that, she realized she'd made a mistake.

Anne's green eyes blazed for an instant, throwing a strong glow outward. She
squeezed her hands slightly around Maria's tiny arms. She was rewarded with
the crunch she expected. "I don't know why I admired you. But there's no
question that I did. You really should be flattered. Just think about it. I
admired you so much that I became you. Only a much better you. That stupid
little ugly bitch is dead. She exists only in name. But even that is going to
change."

Maria cried loudly. Her arms screamed in agony, but there was nothing she
could do to alleviate the pain.

"Tell me something, Doctor, although I already know the answer. You're the
sole benefactor of your father, aren't you?" She waited for the nod. "And he's
very, very wealthy, isn't he?" She waited for another nod. "You know, it'd
really be a shame if something happened to him. Well, you probably don't feel
that way. The moment he dies, you'll inherit millions, and you won't have to
work in a laboratory. You can have your own."

Maria listened to this woman, this amazing specimen of a woman, recite
verbatim her dream. "What do you want from me? Do you want money? My daddy
will pay you whatever you want."

Anne laughed. "Doctor, I don't think you really have a grasp on this
situation. I don't want your daddy to pay me. I don't need him to. You're his
sole benefactor. And ... well, I guess there's only one way to put this. You
aren't going to be yourself much longer, so I was thinking I'd just take your
life over."

Maria stared in amazement at the woman. Then she realized just how much this
woman looked like her, only a larger (and much more beautiful) version. "But
why would you do that?"

This was a question Anne had thought about ever since she conceived this plan.
"You know, Maria, I'm still not entirely sure. This is what I'm thinking about
it so far. You see, I'm about as close as I can come to limitlessly powerful.
And you know, I think that places me above regular morality. How can an
immortal person answer to morality? How can someone as powerful as myself be
expected to abide by any moral code? Effectively, each person on this planet
just became my play toy."

Maria no longer had anything to say to this woman. She simply waited for her
demise. She knew there was nothing she could do to change her course, so she
decided to accept it, and not to humiliate herself by begging for her life. If
this woman believed what she had just said, then Maria didn't want to exist in
such a world.

Anne put the woman back in her chair. She turned and walked over to the work
bench where her new life had begun. She knew what she had to do. It had to
look like an accident. It would be so fitting for the world to find her after
the explosion. She could become Maria without anyone doubting her because of
her new size. Sure, she could simply transform herself to look exactly like
Maria, but she knew she wouldn't do that. Maria was so ... small. She was
amused that she used to think of Maria as something of a giantess. But all she
would have to do is let people make some basic assumptions. Once they found
her among the remains of the lab, her clothes burnt away, leaving her in all
of her naked glory, they would think something within the explosion had
changed her. It just sounded right. People would want to believe such a thing,
even if the likelihood of such an event happening was practically
non-existent.

She heard the sound, but immediately dismissed it. She had hurt Maria badly
enough that she wasn't going to try and move. She must've just adjusted
herself to deal with the pain. Anne bent her attention on all of the
chemicals. She pulled together the chemicals that would create the largest
explosion. An explosion big enough to destroy any evidence of Dr. Dreiser's
research.

When she heard the drawer slide open, she realized Maria hadn't entirely given
up.

* * *

Maria watched the janitor (former janitor, anyway) carefully, waiting for her
to become relatively lost in thought. She knew that she wouldn't have a lot of
time to make her move.

She slid her chair over so she could reach in her desk drawer with her
undamaged left hand. She pulled the drawer open quickly and grabbed the
syringe. She quickly exposed it to her desk light, hoping that it was enough
of a catalyst to change the serum, then slammed the needle into her leg. She
forced the serum into her bloodstream as fast as she could.

The giantess who planned to kill her turned around and stared in amazement at
her. Maria knew the expression. She'd just worn it. This giantess was not
expecting to be outsmarted.

Her green eyes flared. "It won't do you any good," she said, walking slowly
toward Maria. "It took hours to take effect when I was exposed to it."

It was Maria's turn to smile. "Did it directly enter your bloodstream?"

The giantess frowned. Maria knew she understood what that would mean.

Maria closed her eyes and willed the process forward. She accelerated the rate
of transformation more and more by the second. The more powerful she became,
the more she accelerated the rate. She felt the power cell flare into
existence, and felt her body change at an astonishing rate. Although she
didn't have time to enjoy the sensations like Anne had had, she felt all the
pleasure.

When she opened her eyes, she saw that Anne's eyes had dimmed somewhat. Maria
slowly stood from her chair, enjoying the sensation of rising far above where
she would normally have stopped. When she finally did stop, she was refreshed
by the revival of at least one old condition.

She was looking down at Anne.

End of Part One