The Cancer Series

This story was the result of a request by a client of mine who possesses a cancer fetish. I couldn't identify with this scene he is into, however, I was intrigued enough to come up with the cross between Robin Cook and Dean Koontz-type horror, with a smattering of Clive Barker.

CONVERSION

(Part One of Three)

The plane touched down with a thud.

Atlanta International Airport, nice day.

It was so good to be home.

Cory stretched his long, muscular frame, forcing the seatback to submit to his six-foot four body. "I hate sitting still for that long," he muttered. Let's not have any more crap from "this man's army", he mused---I gotta life to get back to.

Cory was cute. Not only tall, but some said mysterious. His "light-skinneded" appearance (as his brotha friends put it) were the result of some real stirring up of the genetic pool. Cream in the coffee, mistresses, affairs, you name it. His mom always said that he'd grow into the mold--a womanizer, a cad, he loved it. Cory was real together. He knew what he wanted, and always got it.

Returning home from serving his country, he wanted tits and ass. After stopping off at his folks' house, and gathering up some supplies, he found a modest apartment, and was good to go.

It was great seeing his friends--turns out it was handy to.

His friend Tyrell found him work in less than a week. Hey, it was retail, but it put food on the table, clothes on his fine ass, and CD's in the entertainment center.And speaking of entertainment, his nuts were demanding some.

Nubio was hot--not only from all the house music, but so many bodies dancing, you could find anything! Cory always joked that he could shake it enough to wear his pants out, from the inside. "Hey, sugar," a dark voice piped up, just below his shoulder. "Well, hello," Cory turned and saw a fine young thing, staring up at him. "How's the weather up there, boy? she cooed; her tongue darting between wet lips. "It just got a whole lot better, my name's Cory. You with anyone?" "No, my boyfriend dogged me for some bitch. I'm Gina." Cory looked down at her, cataloging a medium-thin waist, and nice little breasts. He was always gettin' it from his friends, he really loved small ta-tas, and they all wanted those humongus mothers. No, not for him; those big bloated blimps ... you could smother under them. He loved to play with firm, juicy little breasts, he had the gift. The C man had a technique for driving women wild. OK, so he'd been outa touch while in the service, but that was about to change. Can't let technique go rusty. "You drinkin' anything angel?" "Oh, anything with lemon's just fine" "OO, I get to see you pucker up? Sure," Cory was feeling it--this one had possibilities. "Well," Gina played with her hoop earring, "Its either that, or a bottle of beer. And tonight, I don't feel like putting a bottle in my mouth. I can think of better things. Ya know, its Friday, all work and no gettin' busy makes Gina cranky." "Well," as he headed up to the bar, "we can't let that happen hmmm?" Gina smiled as she followed him; "oo, he's as nice comin' as he is goin'." I think I just gots lucky."

She didn't know just how wrong she was.

2.

Cory couldn't believe it. He'd been browsing, never planning on being tied to any girl, but Gina was a trip. Man, a trip and a journey. She called him "cory long legs," and he turned several shades when she did. "More to wrap around ya, my little peaches," So, there it was, they were already laying down their favorite groove--this time it was different. Usually, Cory would meet 'em, date for a week or so, and by the weekend, he'd bust them out, real fine. But, damn! Gina was different. She liked to fuck, but she didn't love it. She really freaked when his joint was down her throat. Shit, that momma could suck him like a Hoover. She had a technique too. So, they'd have some good slow jazz going on, and they'd be head-to-toe. Cory was gettin' his rod pollished,meanwhile the C man was doin' his fave technique, those little peaches. Just the perfect size for his full lips and deep mouth. Gina was playing with her clit, while the feel of his long wet tongue and palate was kneading and squeezing her left breast. Then a tooth--one tooth, teased her nip. This caused her toes to curl, and with that, she grabbed his balls with one hand, fingering herself with the other, as she waited for her vanilla shake to come gushing out. And it did! She held her breath, counted, swallowed. She milked that cock for every drop, those balls were hers. She'd never been with any man who came like that. The second time they'd done it, she put a lip-lock on his long shaft, but lost it when he dove below. Cory wanted to sample Gina downtown. "ready for round-the-world baby?" When his hot breath touched her labia, she lost what she was doing, and a fountain of jiz spurted down her chin, coating her neck, and began to pool around her nipples. "My God," she thought. "Oh, baby, spew all over me!" Gina moved down several inches, damn, he was fuckin' tall all right. She placed Cory's still exploding cock between her fine tits---and began burying it between her cum-lubed cleavage.

Shit, it was still shooting out, hot and thick.

"Yes!" she screamed.

She was already thinking about round two!

3.

Four months had passed, and they were an item.

Cory went from constant blue balls, all the time while in the Gulf, to almost exhausted, damn that bitch was hot. He'd usually go two rounds a night, the breast man would stretch it out, playing, fingering, making those little peaches his. But the C Man had apparently met his match, Gina had him in positions he'd never tried before. And she was getting a lot more than two mouthfuls a night. Last night was fuckin' hot! He'd gotten out of the shower, she came over half an hour early. She tackled him, as he bent to find his moccasins. She got him down on his bed, on his stomach. "Something new, my girlfriends have been thinking of tryin' she purred. She put a hand on each of his cheeks. "Yall think men are the only ones to fantasize about doin' this?" Cory wasn't used ta this, "this what, what this?" he stammered. "Hope you got real clean with that Palmolive, sweetie." She bent low, with his body sprawled on the bed, his cheeks spread out as she crawled between them. "Oh, shit," she was ... uh, "what the fuck?"He yipped, what was this? Her tongue began twirling around his butt. She gathered up some saliva, and began going deeper, letting her mouth lube him up. Before he knew it, Cory was getting the mother of all or uh, father of all hard-ons. Damn, it felt creepy, but ... then it wasn't so creepy. She pushed her face into his widening crack, tongue-fucking his asshole like a movie pro. "Cory, roll over a little, like on your side, there ya go." she sexily moaned. "I gotta try this, just go with it,"

She worked his sphincter with her tongue, then put a delicate finger up there. She quietly reached into his nightstand. "Eureka!" she thought. Astroglide! Oh, honey, you're gonna get it now, and if this works, so am I! "Shit shit shit!" Cory was speechless, couldn't even think right. He was always in control, he, the C Man! But this. He was as straight as Billy D, or Eddie Murphy, or Denzel, but shit! Whatever she was doing down there was great. Gina was taking her time, but always keeping a steady action going. After her wet tongue, Cory felt the entrance of one finger, then two. This went on for fifteen minutes, he guessed. "Now, she said, since I didn't bring any of my girl toys tonight, I wanna see if this works." "I thought I was your girl-toy." "You're my boy-toy, a girl toy is a ... big ol' rubber dick, or a vibrator. I got six. With us doing the wild thing every night, I gave up "big black Mambo", my ten-inch rubber toy. But a girl still needs a half dozen vibes, for those special moments. But, for you, this will work nicely." Just when Cory thought his ass would uh, do the doodie, she stopped all the motion, and repositioned herself so she could suck his raging boner. He had never felt so rock solid before. "This is a little secret I read about. she told him. "I'm leaving half my hand up here, and now, I'm gonna do this, just the way you like it." She took the mushroom head of his penis down her throat, and at the same time pushed her fingers, slick with Astroglide, as far up his throbbing butt as she could. She mashed his face into her boobs, moaning "take 'em Cory, suck your peaches now, now!" She began to undulate wildly, anchoring her hand inside him, while ferociously malling his huge cock. Harder, deeper, harder, he was about to go for one of his favorites; the nipples,deciding right or left, when this huge earthquake began in his groin. The base of Cory's balls began to ... to vibrate, to rumble, at least it felt like that. Then the taint, that little part between his ass and his balls, began to burn. Still, Gina kept going, on and on, sucking his dick, oh, what if it, what if she ...! Then he knew what she'd done. An orgasm began spreading up him, unlike anything he'd had before. This was different, instead of his balls sending it forward, this was his ass going kaboom kaboojm! What had she done? Cory began erupting like a semen volcano, and Gina was there to take the results She popped him out of her mouth, to watch, all this time however, never relinguishing his traumatized anus. Sploof!, splosh! She got the first two volleys in the face, then, to keep from getting an eye full, she shifted a bit. Six more, founts of goo, like cupfulls of hot whipped cream, beat against her chin, spreading like mountains of shaving cream, down her neck. She tore herself away from his weak claim of her breasts, and let the last shots cover them. She began massaging all of him into her skin, soaked fingers spreading and fingerpainting her upper body. He'd come huge amounts. It worked! She'd done it. She next, gathered up handfulls and greedily suck their contents from between her fingers. She was panting, rocking, quivering. As she scooped the last plops of his thick, rich sperm into her mouth, she sighed. Cory was spent,he couldn't bring her off. She didn't seem to mind, she only had to put a hand down there, and the release was like a freighttrain.

He couldn't believe this woman.

4.

As they cleaned up, and got presentable, Cory asked her, "so, uh, what was all that. I don't feel so great about this." She stared at him, lips tight, arms folded. "You loved it didn't you?" "That's not the point, I'm straight. I can't have ... I can't do that!" "Well, don't get all outa shape Cory, I am a woman still, ya know." "Why did you---?" "Hey, chill OK! Listen up, maybe you'll learn something. I did that to see if you would, increase your orgasm, there's all these tricks for women to increase theres." He looked dubious. "look, the French have been doing this for centuries. I'm talkin' French Men, silly!" "Ya mean they shove things ... they fuck each other, that's fag stuff." "Oh sweet Jesus, its not fag stuff, if you enjoy it, of you do yourself, or if a woman does it, etcetera, blah blah.

Look, ever heard of the prostate. I'm no guy, but I do know that other guys use to like it when a finger was up there, it stretched their climax out a whole lot." Cory thought about that. "Well, it did that sure enough." He was beginning to agree, or rather, his body was. "I never felt so drained out, in my fuckin' life." "I know, I was there, remember."

They had dinner, and decided that TV sucked.

"Girl, I think I wanna sleep early tonight. Think you made me pull a muscle or somethin'". Gina laughed; "Yeah, right. Not use to it all yet huh?" Cory walked her to the door, scratched his head, kissed her nose. "Uh, sweetie, can you uh, ... do something for me tomorrow?" Gina let her grin go serious. "Sure, sugarpie, what kinda somethin? Cory stiffened and screwed up his courage. "Well, as long as its you and a ... will you put one of your vibrators up there tomorrow?" Gina burst out laughing. "OK, C Man!" she swooned. "If you'll bury me in what's in those beautiful balls you got there, I'll have you sitting pretty on THE ROCKET! Cory wondered what that was, and was about to sheepishly ask.

"Never mind, tomorrow's another day.

Oh," as she kissed him back on the chin, on tiptoe

"I think you better double up on the vitamin E and zinc.

I just might handcuff you to your peaches! If this keeps up, you might get real sick of 'em!" She left, skipping down the hall.

"No way," Cory whispered, smiling. "no way in Hell."

5.

Well, the taming of the C Man wasn't quite like what he'd envisioned. Shit, if this was being tamed, he wanted more. Gina had Cory almost busting in two, almost bo-legged. He was breast-mounting her, 69ing her, riding his booty on her sex toys while being sucked into Heaven--wow! Before long, the ring came. Two little garnet peaches, with a CZ (he told her diamond) for each nipple, and white gold as the areolae. "Gina, I wanna be yours, no other girl makes me this crazy, I don't even think of bustin' ... uh, doing, ... being with any other when I'm out with the guys. Well, Gina almost fainted, but said yes.

So, after too much wine and seafood (she promised him he'd need it later), off they went in his little car, full and happy. They sprawled across the sofa, watching some news story about some nation bombing some other. It didn't matter, nothin' mattered but each other. As Gina began taking off her top, Cory playfully took her hands, and with his hands occupied, began to tear her top off, with his teeth. Pthish is harder than ii looksh." "Ow, hey, the fabric is digging my, stop it!" She wriggled out of her blouse, and laid back to drink in the air conditioning. Cory gazed hypnotically, his own private set of peaches. Nice perky peaches. Juicy freckled pee ... what was this? He looked closer.

"What's the matter?

"Nothing, the fabric--I guess I was too rough!

"Silly, give me some time for the food to digest, I'm not wa what are you looking at me like that about?" "Sweetie, your, uh, your ti br your breasts don't look the same." Gina began to lose the high, and the food stopped moving. "Hey, don't get weird, its like when you fall asleep, and the pattern of the bedspread gets on your skin? Or like a ... uh, you know, when you get out of the car, and your back looks like the seat fabric?" "I don't think so, Gina, something doesn't look right. It isn't good." Now, an icy hand began to close over the back of Gina's neck. "Oh, you gonna make me get up--let me go see. Worry-wart!" As Gina padded barefoot into the bathroom, "mirror, mirror, now we'll see." Cory muted the TV, and felt strange. Sick? No, nervous? Maybe, kinda, kinda like butterflies. Like when you are going to a new place for the first time, or meeting someone new. That was it. "Ugh, what is this on me?" He heard coming from the bathroom. She came running out, "look at this. My skin's all funny, kinda puckery, all tough like a ... a something cooked too long from a microwave." Cory stood up, and approached her. Cory looked down at her boobs, touching them now. "Hey, no need to worry, its probably a rash, or a nerve thing, like hives." There wasn't anything to feel there. "Hey, its OK, it'll clear up soon. I can't feel anything." Gina examined herself, nothing. "Shit, you had me worried, I thought, you know. Girl stuff, all that rotting stuff." Cory went to the kitchen for a glass of water. He began to smile, He liked her peaches, and now, they were changing into something else. He liked that too.

6.

A week went by, a very wet, soggy rainy week. How bummed. Everything sucked. Gina took a new job, and she was all out of sorts. Cory couldn't get her to come over every night, she needed to unwind, she needed to relax, she she she! But, what about him. He needed to do the vibrator bounce. He really loved that thing, his fine black ass clenching that thing, as she chowed down on him, he'd push against the hard sex-toy, pile-driving the cum out of him. He watched as she swallowed, and swallowed, at least twelve times. And it was all from his glorious shaft. Yeah. And those mystery tits---couldn't call 'em peaches now, they were different. The funny marks and discolourings were increasing. He didn't tell her, he thought it was serious. He felt a little guilty, but since there were as of yet, no nuggets or weird things in there--whatever you call 'em, he let it go.

He would masturbate after she'd leave, even after all that sucking and cum pouring out--there was always more. , he'd beat off to the thought of those blotchy, dimpley peaches. This last night was so way, cool! He'd painted her chest with his seed, feeling the strange Braille under his fingers. Braille that wasn't there, a week ago. He really liked them, they were unique. And they were his.

They had plenty of time, and they were off to meet her parents this week.

It would all work out.

7.

Cory met Lalin and Carlos, Gina's parents. They were nice, they liked him. Cory was the perfect gentleman. "I'd never get rough with your daughter, sir. Not unless she wants me to," he said to her dad. Gina was embarrassed, but laughed and said "Yeah, well, he doesn't know what rough is; yet!" "Oh, just you wait young man, she'll have you doing the dishes soon," her mother chortled. Cory thought, yeah, never mind the dishes, I want to do those bazooms, real good."

Cory and Gina went to an r-&-b concert, it was great. Gina's hair glistened, her peaches ring glowed, Cory beamed---solid asa rock, she's mine. They're mine. As darkness fell, Cory was on his knees, declaring oaths of love to her little beauties. "I, Cory take this left one, to be my lawful mouth toy. He unzipped, and threw off his shorts. He began pushing the head of his penis into the left breast. I take this right one, which I now name Oprah, to suck on, to play with, to do this ...yeah, om" He opened his mouth wide, to inhale the right breast. "Why yall callin' that oprah?" Gina wanted to know. Cory thought for a moment, "just the first name that came into my head." He thought to himself, well, since its now bigger than the left one, why not? He began kneading with his tongue, and there! A hard knot. Cory dropped his left hand to his ever-growing shaft. He had to breath through his nose, with his mouth completely full of breast--nice chunky breast. "Oh, oh, my, wait a minute. Let me get comfortable" Gina said. She disentangled herself from him. She casually brushed her left breast, "oh, you men! dripping spit all over me, yuck." She stopped--eyebrows raised. "What this shit?" Cory, looked over, questioning her sudden change of expression. "What's going on, my right nipple is lower than---! Oh, my God, what the hell is this?" Cory said "ah, its ok, you must have had your bra on too tight." "I should know if my ... get offa me! My left one feels funny!" She kicked out with her heels, rising up in a hurry, running into the kitchen, thank God for 100-watt bulbs. "Jesus Christ, what the fu---Cory, you bastard, what have you done?" "Hey, I didn't do anything, what the fuck you shrieking about? A silent minute crept by, while Gina examined herself. "I gotta lump, its ... its my nipple!" Cory ran into the kitchen, clamped her small frame into his long athletic arms, and carried her into the bedroom. He pinned her down, threw her open clothing off of her, and began nuzzling her misshapened breasts.

"What are you doing?" she screamed. "I gotta see someone."

He began by sitting on her stomach, which knocked the wind out of her. His long penis found its nest between the breasts he'd been pining for.

"I gotta have these!" he hissed.

"You don't know. So nice, small, and different than any other girl's" He began to hump her breasts, all the months of prostate tickling had taught his body to pre-cum at a moment's notice. He began dripping, lubing her tits. "Oh, Gina, I need it!" He squeezed the two little globes, now, vissibly malignant, burying his throbbing bone. "I love them, I want ta feel the..."

Cory began kneading, roughly probing, for what he knew would be there. Ah, he found one, two. Now the right one---"yes!" Another couple. "Oh, gina, its a family!" He moaned, as the furious humping of her rib cage increased, his very long legs all the while, constricting her from speaking, and for the most part, breathing. Gina gasped.

"What the f.. what are you talking about, Cory! don't do this to me. You knew?" "Its a family, there's more comin' we don't need to have kids. I'll play with these, and look after them and---" Cory was rearing up, putting the weight on his knees and elbows now, as he readied a cataclysmic ejaculation. "No!" Gina cried, the hot, salty tears going everywhere, tasting horrible. He stiffened, his ass clenching; then a monsterous warm spray, as pre-cum exploded into Gina's face. She stopped trying to scream, as hot semen entered her nose and eyes, temporarily stunning her. "Oh, Gina, I can take care of you, you're my only one." Cory was still grinding into her, his tennis-ball size testicles preparing yet more. Then Gina felt something strange. Amid all this, she felt, like ... hot, pepper? No, more like /Vix or ... "ow, ow!" she screamed. What was this? Now, Cory's climax was in full swing, every half-second, round after round of thick gelatinous goo landed on Gina, he would free one hand from his weight, just long enough to squoosh it into her breasts. "Oh, that's good, so good!" he panted. "Cory, no!, its wrong!" His semen burned, but why? Cory still wasn't finished. He knew he could do round two! ... just needed a toy, a dildo. There wasn't anything within reach, so he did the only thing that he could think of. He gave Gina a quick fist to the head, knocking her back on the bed. He took her bare foot, grabbed a handfull of previously released jism, and caked it onto her foot. He then spread his cheeks wide, and knew they were in prime condition from all the months of foreplay with her. He rammed her foot, past the ankle, deep into his vibrating ass. That did it! His body, quite familiar by this time, with Gina's toys, brought his C Man erection back to life. ... and what life!

"Oh, that's it!"

Cory felt the stirring deep in his nuts.

He sat back, enveloping Gina's foot into the soft mucosa of his warm wet hole. "Hey, guys?" he yelled to aparitions only he could see. "Here's something too manly for yall! Ya gotta be man enough to give it, and to take it.! Cory rocked, clenched, pushed! He began violently pumping his cock, then the other hand, grabbing, squeezing, kneading what were once healthy breasts. It hit him, right between the eyes--this is what he craved. He pummeled and tortured the lumpy tissue, feeling hard noggules and loose, free-moving THINGS, he wasn't sure what they were.---only that he wanted to devour them.

He felt the gathering storm, internally, a storm only he could feel. As he readied himself, he thought, "this is all mine!" The geyser overtook them both, like a tsunami, spewing everywhere, smothering them both in a huge, coaggulating viscous puddle of passion. Gina was still unconcious, mercifully, when Cory's neanderthal tumult for release broke her ankle; still deep inside him---the spasmic bulldozing, crushing her foot.

8.

Cory was in recovery.

When Carlos found out from his daughter what had happened, he did what he said he'd do. He put Cory in the hospital. Two fractures, stitches, so much blood. Gina's mother was in shock. Double hidious! How could her daughter have B.C., and have that horrible lout do that to her?

As Gina's father waited outside, out the door walked the doctor. "Well, how is she, what ... is there hope?" His face fell, when he saw the doctor's grim expression. "I'm sorry, Mr. Tibbs, he said, his jaw set. "Something has given her an accelerated mutagenic reaction. Something, I'm not sure just what, has caused the cancerous tissue within her breasts to grow at an alarming rate. Has your daughter been exposed to anything? Darkroom chemicals? Solvents? Experimental drugs? "na... no." "there must be something. This isn't natural." He sighed, and looked up to see the nurse walking toward him.

"Doctor, these are the test results. HIS results!" The nurse spat. She turned and walked away.

"Oh, my God. The doctor lost his grip upon the bundle of papers. "Your perspective son-in-law? He has a cocktail, in his bloodstream, and within every other bodily fluid he possesses. Stay right here, that was the missing piece of the puzzle. I have a theory. The doctor ran into intensive care, and saw that Gina was awake, doped up---but awake. "Gina, hi, how ya doin'? Tell me, did you engage in sex with Cory?" The nurse came in. "Doctor, her ankle has been set, but, we're still counting the breaks in her left foot. What did that animal do to her?" The doctor looked at Gina's charts, at the foot of her bed. "Jesus h. Christ, judging from this uh ... residue ... matter they took when they prepped her ankle, I'd say little angel in the other room there, used her foot as a, ... uh a, dildo!" Gina, dizzy and queasy came fully awake, just then. "Oh, I hurt, all over. That son of a bitch did to me," "Gina, this is important, did you have sex with him?" "Yeah, sure, we were engaged., we did everything, dozens of times." She looked puzzled.

"Why? My breasts are more important than that asshole."

The doctor was about to count his own teeth.

"Well, near as I can tell, you must have had oral sex then?" "Yeah, I thought that was less serious, or less, um, of a commitment than, you know? going all the way. Why? You haven't told me, what's this all about? Why? Why?"

"OK, Gina, here it is straight.

Your Romeo in there, was in the Gulf War.

From what I can tell, and from what's on that chart in there, he's loaded with combinations of chemicals. They're all through him Gina. I'm sorry." Gina remembered the burning of his semen on her skin. "Oh, god no! You really mean ... they're all through ME don't you. "Me, in me!" "How much oral s sex did you ...?" Gina's heart sank. She remembered now, with crystal clarity---the little technique she had been so proud of. "Milking the prostate,"" that bitch friend of hers called it. Now look what it did ... did to HER? We did dozens, I taught him how ta ...oh! I swallowed pints. Pints! Quarts! Oh, I'm gonna be sick."

The doc stood there, his heart hammering in his chest.

He thought, You sure are gonna be sick, my poor girl,"

Aloud, he said, "We must consult with your parents. Gina, I'm sorry. You must be strong."

9.

Gina had two lumpectomies later that week.

Her parents, daring to hope, prayed that was the end of it. Cory, disgraced, left town, in shame. No one in Atlanta, ever heard from him

About two months afterwards, Gina was getting her life back together. She gave up going to bars. Her foot took another eighteen weeks to heal properly. That limp--she was so glad to be rid of it.

With no more lame foot, and that bastard Cory out of her life, Gina decided she wanted to take an art course. She did commit herself to give a few short speeches at different Breast Cancer Awareness, and fund raising functions. She felt that since she'd triumphed over the grim reaper, and kept her breasts in the process, it was the least she could do.

It was autumn, and the sun was permitting only a cold, grey day. Gina filled out the scholarship paperwork, and dropped it off. It would be fun, and shouldn't learning be fun, after all?

Gina went in search of a nice healthy lunch, and decided to keep her promise to her one doctor--that she would look him up. She found a large, exotic-looking she guessed, West Indian doctor. "May I help you, Miss?" he asked in a lilting singsongy voice. "Yes, I am looking for doctor Howard. "Oh, I am taking over his rounds and future cases, he's on leave for personal reasons." Gina felt a twinge--"bad omen?" then allowed it to pass.

She was being silly; these things happen all the time. Its called turnover, duh!

Doctor Coliacon sat her down in his office, and said in that clipped island-speak of his, "Just take a minute, and we'll see that you're all ship-shape, hey?" The doctor picked up his scope, and examined the marks left by Gina's surgery, less than a year ago. "Very good, no abnormalities!" He next palpated, kneaded, and expertly probed her left breast. "Oh, dear, somebody has just wished you very bad fortune, my dear." He stopped what he was doing, made some enigmatic sign of the hand, and proceeded to examine her right breast. This aprasal took far less time. "I regret to inform you, Miss Tibbs, your malignancies have returned. We must do bloodwork immediately." Gina was horror-struck. "My classes, my future!" The doctor looked like a statue; a very, serious statue.

10.

They tried.

Gina lost both breasts to the onslaught.

Two weeks later, her CA-137 levels went through the roof.

Her ovaries soon fell victim to the wild, unchecked chaos, so antagonistic to a healthy body. Later, with only brief remissions, through chemistry and radiation, Gina gave up her uterus. The histerectemy was not the end of it. Somehow, by some horrible chemical imbalance, thanks to Cory's tainted emissions, her lymph system became a treasonous weapon of mass bodily destruction.

There was nothing anyone could do.

Vrykolakas

7 July 2002

1-35PM