An absent minded researcher, a container of tea, his wife and her bridge club all come together in a very twisted and sexy way one boring afternoon. If you want to use anything please ask first.
THE SET UP
This is a tale about how a weird series of events just happened to make a very interesting result. Rather than bore you with the mundane we shall give a quick overview of how these little things happened and get right to the result.
Dr. Roger Brooke was a brilliant scientist who worked at a private research facility. He was working on numerous projects. Two of them were important. One was dealing with the mind; intelligence but mostly on personality and how we act. The other was on cancer cells; specifically how stop the uncontrolled growth and spread of infected cells. In this area he had a breakthrough in that he had developed a chemical that could stimulate cell growth of certain types or inhibit others. Basically put, he was on the verge of developing a way to stop cancer and a way to grow brand new human cells.
But the good doctor was somewhat absentminded and one day while working in his lab he knocked over several vials of the two chemicals and they leaked onto the floor. They mixed and congealed into an odd looking blob. They sat their bubbling for a few minutes and the doctor not noticing walked out. Shortly after this happened a lab assistant (whose name in unimportant) came in and noticed the spill. Looking around for a spill kit he discovered that it was missing. He noticed a canister of tea. The good doctor was a big tea drinker and despite the rules usually kept a tin of tea on his desk so he could have a quick cup now and then.
The lab assistant figured it was better than nothing and poured the ground tea leaves over the blob and let it soak it up some. Then he carefully scooped it into the canister and wiped the area down. He sealed the tin and dropped it in the plastic HAZMAT bag near the desk. He then headed out to get maintenance to come later and do a more thorough sweep.
The doctor returned after the lab assistant left and after a few moments decided he wanted some tea. He cast about and couldn't find his tea tin. As he looked he saw it in the plastic HAZMAT bag. As the container was right next to the desk he assumed he had simply knocked it into the container and pulled it out. Just then his cell phone alarm went off and reminded him he had an important engagement. He doffed his lab coat and packed his bag and in his rush loaded his tea container in it. He went to him meeting and then home.
At home he unloaded his briefcase and found the tea tin. He moved it to the kitchen counter intending to fill it for the next day. But he forgot to, and he forgot it on the counter.
The next day was Wednesday. Doctor Brooke's wife, Gladys, a slightly frumpy mid forties woman of upper middle class upbringing always had her bridge club on Wednesdays. She had her three friends over from the other houses in the subdivision; Marilyn, Agnes, and Josephine and they played bridge right after lunch promptly at 1pm. It was a very normal, very older, empty nester kind of thing.
Gladys, being the proper lady that she was of course always had tea. This Wednesday was no different. She began to brew a kettle promptly at 12:45 and looked about for her tea. She happened upon her husband's tin and knowing he had filled it with her tea she used it to brew up a pot.
Since she was making tea in a pot after adding the leaves, she failed to notice the odd colors and weird gurgling it made over her other preparations. She did notice that it had an odd smell to it, sweet and almost fruity, but she simply put it down to it being an odd thing and let it go. Then promptly at 1pm her doorbell rang and she puttered into the living room to welcome her friends.
THE BRIDGE GAME
"Well ladies, shall we start?" Gladys said with a smile as she carried in a tray with some butter cookies and a nice hot pot of tea.
"Oh certainly, but let's have a cup of your wonderful tea first." Marilyn said as she helped her set it down.
"Oh you flattered, there is nothing special about my tea and you know it." Gladys said with a smile as she poured a cup and handed it to Marilyn. "It's just that a cup of tea and bridge are perfect together, a lovely way to spend a Wednesday afternoon with friends."
"Oh indeed." Said Agnes. "This really is something that so many young people don't understand anymore. My daughter calls me an old fogey when I come over here. I'm glad she is away at college, I hope maybe seeing how some of these other people live will make her appreciate good manners and good traditions."
"I'd like to think so but you know how the younger generation are, buried in their phones and on the internet and in such a hurry. It's really a shame." Said Josephine as she added some sugar to her tea.
"Well, let's not get ourselves all worried about that. We're good friends and we are here to have a nice game of bridge so let's get to it." Gladys said and poured herself a cup and took a sip. "Oh my! This is a lovely cup of tea. Such an interesting taste to it, almost fruity. I'll have to ask Roger what he mixed in with it."
"When you find out let me know, this is quite delightful." Said Agnes and Josephine and Marilyn nodded along.
The girls settled down for their game and sipped their tea. They went through the pot rather quickly, but held off on another so they could play for a bit. They made their usual small talk and prattled on about what over forty year old ladies who have no kids at home talk about. Then after about a half house Gladys began to feel a bit odd.
"Hmm, excuse me Josephine, but are you feeling a bit warm? I am suddenly thinking I need to turn the temperature down a bit. It's seems a bit stuffy in here."
"I thought it was just me, but I was thinking the same thing dear." Marilyn said and tugged her collar on her long sleeved white blouse. Agnes nodded as she loosened her cuffs.
"Well, isn't that odd? It's slightly cooler than yesterday and I know I haven't changed anything on the settings. Hmm, well, maybe it's just us getting a bit older."
Josephine tittered and then looked a Gladys with a small smile. "Now, now, that won't do. After all I think we are all young at heart aren't we ladies?" Everyone smiled and resumed bridge playing.
But after a bit Gladys noticed that they were all sweating and loosening their clothing. She was beginning to have some trouble breathing and it was very odd. "It's almost like my breasts are growing but that is simply foolish." She thought to herself. But she did unbutton her blouse several buttons down and unbuttoned her sleeves.
After a few more minutes Gladys heard a gasp come from Agnes. She looked over at her and saw her staring at her. She blinked and after a moment said "Agnes? What it is? You are staring at me and it's rather uncomfortable."
Agnes closed her mouth and said "Gladys, your hair."
"What about my hair dear?"
