This choice: CIA technology that makes a person capable of vore • Go Back...Chapter #9The second time Stan grabbed the wrong thermos by: Chaos Magnet   Stan Smith's workday had been a total drag from start to finish. One would think employment at the CIA would be filled with high-risk tactical operations against threats to the US, and every day would be a life-or-death adrenaline rush. However, one would be wrong in assuming that. Once again, the breadwinner of the Smith family had been reduced to listening in on terrorist radio chatter that was nothing more than planning errands and a grocery list. The day had been so dull, with the brief exception of lunch, that he was half asleep by the time he went to grab his leftovers and thermos from the breakroom fridge on his way home. Unfortunately, in his nearly dozing state, he grabbed the wrong container. It was an oversight that would change his family forever.
The usual chaos was at play when Stan returned home. Roger was dressed as one of his personas, in this instance a buxom blonde, and was spilling his plans to defraud some company or other. Steve was no better, droning on and on about nerd stuff that the family patriarch couldn't care less about. Haley was on about more liberal crap that would surely ruin the country as far as he was concerned. Finally, there was Francine, who had prepared what was sure to be another dull meal that had no flavor. A fact that made him glad he still had soup leftover from lunch on his thermos. Thank God for work-sanctioned luncheons and his foresight to bring a container to sneak off with some food from the buffet.
"You guys. I've just got home after a boring and stressful day at work, so would it kill you to give me ten minutes to decompress before jumping down my throat with your nonsensical bullshit?"
A roar of noise continued to assault his ears even after his plea for silence, and he decided to evaluate the matter. His gun was swiftly out of its holster.
"Alternatively, I can cap each of your asses right now if you don't shut up and leave me alone for ten damn minutes." Stan made a show of removing the safety before finishing ominously. "You won't die, but you won't live well."
Peace and quiet were finally obtained through some good old-fashioned American diplomacy. Stan placed his leftovers into the fridge before heading towards his study. He had just placed his briefcase down and was ready to put ass to cushion when his cell phone rang, a tune playing that indicated the call of his boss, Avery Bullock. Once he greeted his superior, the conversation became a grave one.
"Smith! Did you take a thermos out of the breakroom today?" Avery demanded.
"If you mean my soup from lunch, then yes."
"That wasn't your minestrone soup, Smith! You took home an experimental serum being developed for our assassins. It was designed to alter whoever takes it so they can ingest, contain and digest a whole person in their stomach. You need to bring that back right now!"
"Right away, sir!" Stan answered with panicked loyalty. He made a mad dash for the kitchen, only to find that his efforts had been in vain, and the chemical compound had already been taken. The thermos was open, and half-empty when he got back to it.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
| Members who added to this interactive story also contributed to these: |
<<-- Previous · Outline  · Recent Additions © Copyright 2025 Chaos Magnet (UN: gunner19 at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
The Grand One has granted Writing.Com, its affiliates and syndicates non-exclusive rights to display this work within this interactive story. Poster accepts all responsibility, legal and otherwise, for the content uploaded, submitted to and posted on Writing.Com. |
View Portfolio
Visit Notebook
Send Gift Points
Awards
Badges
Send Email
Community Newsfeed
General Discussion
Sponsored Items
Book of Trinkets
Static Items
Books
Groups
Interactive Stories
Audio
Campfire Creatives
Community Notes
Crossword Puzzles
Documents
Folders
Images
In & Outs
Madlibs
Photo Albums
Polls
Product Reviews
Quizzes
Survey Forms
Web Pages
Word Searches
More by this author