"Can we do it?" She asked in an unsure voice.
"It's not that simple," the answer came, "I need to fully understand what happened between you two over the past 3 years to ensure there are grounds for a lawsuit."
"Look at me," the red-haired woman demanded, "look at what she did to me! She ruined my life." Her voice was furious, filled with rage. Her body still possessed the light shimmer of a beautiful woman, but something was not right. Her once flat belly, a compliment to her bombshell figure, stuck out like a sore thumb. While the woman was average in weight, her abdomen was many times bigger.
"While I understand your frustration," the slim, black-haired lawyer retorted, "I also understand you signed a waiver..."
"What? That stupid piece of paper?" The redhead practically screamed with rage, "Are you telling me that little piece of shit can get away with what she did because of a damned legal paper?"
Monica noted just how furious her client was, and rightfully so. Her belly was so titanic it was hard for Monica to grasp its size. It was hard to work with those types of people, though her distress was completely justified. "Listen, I know this is hard, but I need to go over your story. I have to understand exactly how you got here in order to establish a lawsuit."
The redhead took a deep breath, "Okay, what do you need?"
"Just start from the top, Karen, and tell me how that happened." She gestured at the woman's once perfect body, now reduced into a container of ungodly amounts of semen and used exclusively to birth new babies.
"It started three years ago," Karen recalled, "when I first met Anastacia Bloomhaven. "
"If I understand correctly, she is the target of this lawsuit." Monica made sure she recognized the name.
Karen nodded in approval, "The bitch hides under the guise of niceties."
"Okay, better get this out of the way now," Monica sighed, "no more name-calling when you talk about this case. The last thing we need is you calling her a bitch before a judge."
Karen nodded her head. As angry as she was, Monica had a point. Suddenly, she felt a movement in her lower body, "Oh, Monica, can you please get the doctor? I think I have another birth coming."
Monica blinked at her client, "But... But you just gave birth when I came in an hour ago..."
"Doctor please," Karen screamed as a man dressed in white rushed into the room to check up on her. Five minutes later the doctor left the room with a baby cart containing the newborn octuplet of girls.
Monica tried to pick things up when they left, "Can you retell your first meeting?"
"It was February 20th three years ago. Nine twenty in the morning, on the dot. I remember it clearly because that was when that bitch-"
Monica cleared her throat, reminding Karen to watch her language. Karen lowered her head and corrected herself, "That was when Anna started ruining my life."
"Please explain." Monica requested.
"I was sitting in my favorite coffee shop when she walked in," Karen recalled, "when you look like Anna, that alone is a crime."
"Karen, please refrain from passing judgment."
"I wasn't passing judgment," Karen protested, "she has a restraining order on those types of places because of her condition..."
"What?" Monica sounded surprised.
"The moment she stepped in the door her hormones made people go wild. One minute I was sitting in a coffee shop eating breakfast, the next I was in a porn movie."
"How bad was it?" Monica asked.
"Bad, real bad... Everyone around me went into a sexual frenzy. I saw things that belong in cheap porn flicks. Threesomes, gangbangs, it all happened in a couple of minutes. My date just came in his pants and then went on to join a ganabang without saying a word." Karen recalled.
"Sounds intense, and what about you? What did you do?"
"Nothing," Kat said and shrugged her shoulders, "for some reason I'm immune to her pheromones."
"Creepy, I can't imagine myself in that situation," Monica said as a shiver ran down her neck, "what happened next?"
"Next, Anna Bloomhaven noticed me and decided to ruin my life," Karen shifted around uncomfortably, "she walked through the crowd of sex-crazed people and sat where my date was moments ago. It was such a strange thing as if in that instant the world was gone and there was only us two."
"That doesn't sound so bad," Monica tried to cheer her client.
"It wasn't, it was as if I was the center of the world for a moment." Karen smiled, "We talked and she introduced herself as if there was no crazy sexual bonanza happening in the background. Then she proceeded to invite me to her place, produced a business card and vanished the same way she came."
"Wow, what an introduction," Monica whistled, "and I take it once she left the sex party ended.."
"Nope," Karen chuckled, "it took them another 3 days to come out if it..."
"Fuck," Monica mumbled at the thought of going through such an experience.
"Didn't you say we should watch our mouths?"
Monica nodded, "Yes, you are right, I apologize."
"My relationship with my ex ended after that, I dumped his ass because all he could think about was sex after that little incident. It was ridiculous, he came 6 or 7 times every day, no matter what..." Karen picked up the story, "I lasted two months before I broke and contacted her..."
"What do you mean?" Monica looked honestly baffled.
"Anna, she was everywhere, in my days and nights, shopping, exercising, driving, everywhere!"
"Stalking is a good base for our lawsuit, do you have any proof?"
"No, it wasn't like that, Monica, she wasn't doing anything, it was my mind, refusing to release the thoughts of her, it even happened in my dreams." Karen paused and a shiver went down her back, causing her giant midsection to wobble.
"You went to meet her?" Monica guessed how things unfolded and was rewarded with a head shake, "and in her apartment, one hidden-pill-in-water-glass later, you two were at it hard..."
Karen shook her head, "unfortunately no, it was nothing as simple as that-" suddenly, her expression changed, "can you get the doctor?"
