Chapter 1: The Diapered Decoy -- Ashley
In the aftermath of the failed operation, the base was eerily silent. The team, usually filled with lively chatter and the sound of boots clanging against metal, was now a tableau of worried faces and whispered conversations.
"Tess," Becca started, a grimace on her face as she relayed the latest news about Michelle. "The doctors... they've never seen anything like it. They can't even separate her from... from Rex. They've tried the 'Silver Bullet' command again, but it's like it doesn't register."
Becca's hands clenched into tight fists, her usual jovial demeanor replaced by raw concern. Lisa, ever the quiet observer, watched the exchange with a furrowed brow, her usually bright eyes clouded with worry.
In the background, Amber stroked Ranger's fur, her fingers sinking into his soft coat as if seeking comfort. The Doberman, usually so playful, seemed to sense his owner's distress and whined softly, nuzzling against her hand.
Tess, standing at the center of the room, let out a sigh, rubbing her temples. She had always been their rock, the one they looked up to when things went south. But now, even she looked worn down.
"We can't lose focus," Tess finally said, her voice firm despite her obvious exhaustion. "We still have a mission. Ruth Dagger is still out there, and we can't let Michelle's... situation distract us."
The team nodded, understanding the gravity of their situation. They had a duty, and as much as they worried about Michelle, they couldn't let their personal feelings get in the way.
As the team returned to their duties, Ashley walked into the room, her usual bright smile absent. "Hey, Dennis," she greeted the base's technician, her voice lacking its usual cheer.
Dennis, a burly man with a friendly demeanor, returned her greeting with a smile. "Got something for you, Ash," he said, revealing a new uniform, its fabric glistening under the fluorescent lights.
Ashley raised an eyebrow, her curiosity piqued. "A new uniform?" she asked, turning the fabric over in her hands. Dennis confirmed, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Made it myself. It's got all the latest tech."
Ashley smiled at Dennis's enthusiasm, her own worries momentarily forgotten. She thanked him, promising to try it on later.
Later that day, Ashley found herself alone in her quarters, the new uniform laid out on her bed. Her bright blue eyes, usually sparkling with excitement, were dull and clouded with worry. She ran her fingers through her short bobbed blonde hair, a gesture she often did when stressed.
With a soft sigh, she began to undress and tried on the new uniform. The fabric was smooth against her slim figure, and the uniform fit her perfectly, almost like it was tailor-made for her petite frame. She admired herself in the mirror, appreciating the way it hugged her curves, highlighting her strong, athletic build. She felt a sense of pride wearing the uniform, a reminder of her duty and dedication to the team.
The next day started surprisingly usual. Ashley admired her reflection in the mirror. The new uniform was a perfect fit, hugging her figure in all the right places. But as she began her day, a nagging discomfort in her crotch area began to manifest. She tried to brush it off, attributing it to the newness of the uniform.
However, as the hours passed, the persistent itch became impossible to ignore. Her movements were awkward, her face a picture of concealed discomfort.