GITJ Post 436: GRWM Marta

Marta Vacek aka “Marta Walker” aka Agent  0GGB004 had not been able to get Melissa Monroe out of her head since she had visited WGGB last weekend. Though she had known Melissa was to come in preparation for the special interview and meet the team, Marta, Channel 5’s newest Sports Reporter, had not been prepared for the involuntary reaction she’d had to the brunette bombshell. Her sister had been right.

Over the past year-and-a-half, both in Russia and in her native Poland, the Vacek sisters had been prepped, conditioned, and ultimately put together, developed and assembled into proper agents for the company. Injected with their Program and fully indoctrinated into their ranks, trained and fashioned, Marta had grown four inches in height, ballooned into a GG-cup, and could now bend steel bars like it was a party trick. She knew she had been chosen for her current on-air assignment purely due to the mathematics of her new figure: scientifically proven and formulated to be the most captivating to the male gaze. In both its ratios and proportions, it had been perfected to hold a male's attention onscreen, while at the same time, being just this side of acceptable for a general viewing audience without being relegated to the porn channels or MSIT. 

The only thing Marta felt moderately unprepared for in her new role as an eyeball-magnet sports reporter was, well…sports. American sports still flummoxed her - what was this ‘football’? This bassball? Silly little games for silly little American men. Whatever it was, it was something she could blithely breathe through on air, feeding her viewers with whatever the teleprompter showed her as a side dish to her hourglass torso. Her real purpose was to keep the American eyeballs in the local viewing area plastered on her 5’11”,  44-26-36 figure while she kept her own eyes on Alicia Ray, the provincial former beauty-queen chosen to be the center of this WGGB Channel 5 hive, that would, soon enough, be moving on from their small local stage on to a much larger one. It was all thrilling, exciting, and though this was just an assignment, yes, she figured she could have some fun here while doing it. 

Like tonight. Marta had this event to go to, a grand opening for a new puppet facility. She’d been briefed. Coronado had sent a new platoon of Program girls, one of the largest yet, to work this new outpost medical center. Like Marta with Alicia Ray, these girls should be largely immune to the more invasive psychological tendrils of the Monroe woman’s influence, but, with the feelings Marta was dealing with now, how being in that tall brunette’s presence for just those several minutes last weekend had affected her, it made her think they would want her to keep a watchful eye on everything going on tonight. As tedious as that seemed though, she knew there would be vodka, and cameras, and her breasts were enormous…so she couldn't help but be excited. 

Yes, she’d been told to keep an eye on the new girls, each an agent, on their first real night of exposure to the Monroe pheromones. Marta would keep an eye on Melissa herself of course, try to glean if the rumors about her were true. It was being said that she was not only ballooning in height, figure, and strength, but that she’d been developing unpredictable abilities they hadn’t foreseen. There were those overseas, she knew, that were starting to consider Melissa an unwitting threat, that possibly feared what her growing influence might accomplish. Marta knew that she would be called on to report what she saw tonight, possibly directly back to Kazakhstan, so she needed to stay vigilant, but that didn't mean she couldn’t look good while doing so. She admired herself in this perfectly too-tight red dress procured specifically for that purpose. 

As she studied herself in the mirror her mind inevitably went back to Melissa, this odd fixation as of late. Yes, there was part of her that was wary of Melissa Monroe, though, there was another part that pitied her. If what she’d read in the briefings was correct, Marta felt for the girl, understanding how hard it must be for someone to endure what she had been raised through, and from the youngest of ages. She was not an unwitting nor necessarily an unwilling participant in the whole experiment, but her road had clearly not been easy. 

Beyond all the sympathy and pity she felt though, or maybe just buried deeper, there was another part of Marta that was lured to the woman, that wanted to be close to her and to witness her, and maybe be witnessed by her in return. She understood now what Katarina had been telling her, how powerful the magnetism of Melissa was. Strange, these urges; as much as they thrilled her, she knew she would need to keep them leashed as tight as she could. She could speak to her sister about them tonight.

And, speaking of urges, there was him. He would be there tonight. Finally  seeing him with her own eyes was what she was really looking forward to. At the studio, the few male crew and reporters that remained had started to wither but none of them had started to outright shrink like him. The poor doctor had a while to go before evolving into something like the creatures she’d seen in the videos she’d been shown, the cretins crafted with chemicals and medicines, deep in the facilities in Kazakhstan, Asia, and now Africa. He was - if what she’d heard was to be believed - being shrunk purely by the will and strength and innate abilities of the woman. Marta shivered as tingles worked their way up her spine. That was power. That was the dream. That could be the key, hypernaturally imbued in this woman and now isolated in their Product, to unlocking the way of the new world…if this experiment worked. She wanted her hands on it, she could feel it: the urges and feelings she knew she would have no choice but to deal with tonight. There would be cameras, though, and she knew she needed to keep up appearances. 

Marta knew that her own complicated feelings reflected the entire viewing area’s feelings as a whole. Some fear, some curiosity, and…something deeper, something magnetic all clashing and the only way for her to sort it all out was to see what happened tonight.

At least I’ll look good doing it, she concluded, admiring herself one last time in the mirror…

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thanks to RiF for his edits