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Inside Job for Two	By : GrayNeko Category: -Misc Cartoons > General Views: 1047 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This work is a parody. I do not own Inside Job or any of the characters that belong to the series. No money was made from this story.

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Brett awoke in a place he’d never thought he’d find himself in, Reagan’s bedroom. It was still hard to believe the previous day had happened and as he looked over at Reagan’s sleeping form, a rush of feelings swelled within him, dominated with a sense that for once everything was just right. He could recall using the sex deck and telling his pretend family all about Reagan, playing off implications of romance with the excitement of having a friend who seemed to truly appreciate him, but even then Reagan had wowed him in a way that he had come to realize was more than mere admiration.
Brett reached out to run his hand down her side, pushing aside the sheet covering her, and as he did he noticed something. Reagan’s ass was more full than he recalled and he’d gotten plenty of good looks at it yesterday. Reagan suddenly rolled over and Regina smiled at him.
“Morning, handsome,” she said as she brushed her longer hair out of her face.
Brett did his best to keep his smile from slipping off his face, “Heeeeey Regina, I know this might sound silly considering, but I wasn’t expecting to run into you here.”
Regina sat up and stretched, the relaxed way she let her heavy breasts sway was both alluring and a constant reminder that this wasn’t the woman he had fallen asleep with.
“Well, I thought that since you kept your end of our deal in a big way, that you deserved a little reward,” Regina said before she suddenly rolled so she was between Brett’s legs.
Brett stiffened in more ways than one as Regina’s hand went to his crotch and began toying with his cock.
“Hey, uh, this is really nice of you, but we haven’t, uhm, had the chance to get to know each other yet,” Brett said nervously. Refusing sex was something he was wildly unused to.
“Relaaaaaax, Brett,” Regina purred as she shifted and nestled his stiffening cock between her breasts, enveloping his girth easily. “This is just a thank you, and if you’re worried about Reagan, there’s only a 8% difference between us and that’s mostly my enhanced…assets.”
“Still, doesn’t it seem kind of counter productive to try and get Reagan and me together and then do this?” Brett asked, trying to distract himself from the pleasuring motions of her pillowy breasts.
“What if I sweeten my offer? You don’t have to be so gentle and considerate with me as you are with Reagan. I like it all kinds of ways, including rougher than the national average. On top of that, we can call this the ‘attaboy’ you never got,” Regina said and smiled as Brett’s cock surged between her breasts at that last part.
“Alrightalrightalright!” Brett agreed hastily, “But only because I’m about to cum anyway.”
“Not too soon, I hope,” Regina said with a playful smirk before bowing her head to take his cock head in her mouth.
“Hoooo,” Brett moaned as her tongue swirled around his glans like a floor buffer. Saliva steadily trickled down his shaft until he glistened from tip to root while her breasts pumped steadily along his turgid length.
Regina slowly began pushing her head down further, working more of his cock into her mouth until she abandoned the titjob completely in favor of cramming his cock down her tight throat.
“Fuck,” Brett breathed as his hand came to rest on Regina’s head as she bobbed it steadily. Regina let out a hum of approval and her grip on his thighs tightened in anticipation. Brett wove his fingers into her hair and even though he knew this wasn’t technically Reagan going down on him but as he looked down at her, all he could see was the woman who made it worthwhile to come in to work every day. His grip tightened as he was filled with contradictory desire to absolutely fuck the shit out of her face.
“GHK!” Regina choked happily as Brett forced her down to the base of his cock, her nose poking against his pubic bone. His other hand landed on her head and he began to pump her steadily along the whole length of his cock. Regina knew Brett was in great shape but to have him use those lovely muscles so forcefully sent euphoric shivers down her spine as her eyes threatened to roll back in her head. She was certain that even if she tried to pull away, she wouldn’t be able to budge an inch without Brett’s say so and that made her dripping wet.
“God, Regina,” Brett sighed as the bedroom filled with the lurid sounds of his cock invading her throat. Regina moaned around his shaft, hearing him call her name like that left her no choice but to take one hand off his thigh and dive between her own legs so she could finger herself furiously.
With her throat gripping his cock tighter than ever as she approached her own climax, Brett didn’t stand a chance of lasting much longer. He once more buried Regina’s face in his crotch as his cock pulsed and began blowing his load almost directly into her stomach. Regina’s nose, bent as it was, was filled with Brett’s heady musk from his and Reagan’s lovemaking from yesterday as his cum poured steadily down her throat. She savored every swallow though he was so thoroughly entrenched she needn’t bother.
As Brett’s climax finally began to taper off, his grip on her slackened as well and Regina lifted her head just enough to catch the last burst of cum on her tongue. His salty, bitter seed hitting her taste buds was the catalyst she needed for her own orgasm and she looked up at Brett with lidded eyes as her face screwed up with climactic pleasure while she rolled his cum on her tongue.
Brett’s cock twitched at the erotic display, especially as Regina made a show of swallowing his cum and smacking her lips.
“Aaah, now that was an excellent warm-up,” Regina said with a satisfied sigh.
“Warm-up?” Brett asked, a nervous edge creeping into his voice. “I thought the blowjob was it.”
Regina smirked mischievously up at him, “To be fair, I just said ‘this’ was a thank you. I never specified how much of a thank you it was. And you've given me A LOT to be thankful for.”
“Regina, I appreciate, well, everything you’ve done for Reagan and me, but we really should be getting ready for work,” Brett said softly, taking Regina’s hand in both of his.
Regina’s pout seemed on the verge of turning into a full fledged frown but she eventually sighed and nodded.
“You’re right, you’re right. Why don’t you grab a shower while I make us breakfast?” Regina said as she pushed herself up.
“Aw, I was about to make that offer,” Brett said.
“Our kitchen, our rules. Now get going while I can still resist jumping your tightly toned bones,” Regina said, giving Brett a playful push towards the bathroom. Brett acquiesced but not before giving her a quick peck on the cheek. As he disappeared into the bathroom he was completely unaware of the absolutely smitten look on Regina’s face as she blushed furiously.
Brett was halfway through his shower when the curtain was suddenly yanked open by a disheveled Reagan.
“Aaah!” Brett reflexively screamed as he covered himself instinctively before getting ahold of himself.
“Easy, Brett. Jesus,” Reagan grumbled as she blinked groggily.
“Reagan, you ok?” Brett asked, forgetting his own embarrassment for the moment.
“Yeah, though I just woke up standing at the stove with bacon burning in a pan. And there’s a funny taste in my mouth. Was Regina doing anything strange just now? I know she’s usually in control first thing in the mornings.”
“Uh, well, define strange?” Brett asked, unconsciously returning one hand to cover his dick.
Reagan shook her head, too sleep-addled to deal with whatever Regina had done.
“Nevermind, just hurry up please. We need to get into the office,” she said as she pulled the curtain shut and went back to her partially burned bacon and eggs. She rubbed at her temple, wondering why she felt so particularly discombobulated this morning. She had a forkful of eggs halfway to her mouth when an image flashed in her mind. She was looking up at Brett with something in her mouth. The fork dropped from her hand as a multitude of emotions suddenly raged within her.
Disgust and anger were foremost as she realized what the memory meant, followed quickly by a hollowing sense of betrayal that nearly drove her to her feet to throw Brett out without any of his clothes. Only a contradictory rush of excitement and inexplicable wetness staining her kitchen chair kept her rooted in place.
Why did she feel so conflicted about this? The math was simple, what Brett had done was technically cheating and she’d blown up relationships for far less. So why wasn’t she out of her mind with rage or breaking down in tears? Was it because it was Regina and she’d likely instigated the whole thing? Reagan knew Brett could be easily led and he sought approval from nearly everyone, but yesterday had been so incredible that she wanted to tell herself that he would never do anything so stupid.
“Shower’s all yours, O-Reagano,” Brett said as he casually strolled into the kitchen and began making himself a plate.
Reagan tried not to stare too intensely at Brett as he sat down across from her and happily dug into his meal. She wasn’t sure why she thought she could glean anymore clarity from trying to bore a hole through his head with her eyes and eventually she pushed away from the table and hurried to the bathroom. Confusion continued to gnaw at her as she tried to distract herself with getting ready.
‘Hmm,’ Brett thought as he watched Reagan leave. ‘Need to work on my nickname game. She didn’t respond to that one at all.’

***

The next couple of days were a blur for Brett as Reagan seemed to go into overdrive. The initial plan had been to discreetly reassemble Project Jellybean to keep anyone from growing suspicious about why Reagan needed the machine. Instead, Reagan put knockout gas in the vents and moved all of Project Jellybean into her office in one go. Brett had tried to ask why she was taking risks rushing but she had been strangely distant as well.
He had finally worked up the nerve to sit her down and get her to explain what was bothering her and was on his way to her office. He found her standing in front of the nearly finished device, her arms crossed pensively. She turned at his entrance and he paused as he recognized Regina. He hadn’t seen her since that morning after he and Reagan got together. It wasn’t her presence that made him pause, but the brow furrowed with concern and the way she was nervously chewing her lip.
“What’s wrong?” Brett asked once the door was closed. He knew they didn’t need to worry about being interrupted or overheard, Reagan had turned her office into a veritable fortress.
“Reagan’s upset and I don’t know why,” Regina said as she hugged herself. Brett had never seen the alter-ego show anything other than sultry confidence, so seeing her so anxious was troubling.
“Have you tried talking to her?” Brett asked as he stepped closer.
“She won’t use the headband and I’m afraid if I try to use it to talk to her she’ll do something drastic. I can barely keep her at home anyway, she’s hardly left the office,” Regina said.
“Ok, maybe I should try talking to her. I was going to do it anyway. Can you switch at will? I keep meaning to ask what even causes the switches between you two,” Brett said before looking down as Regina put a hand on his arm.
“Brett,” Regina hesitated as her eyes darted from him to the machine and back again.
“I’m scared.”
Brett couldn’t resist pulling her into a reassuring hug and she melted into the embrace.
“Heyyyyy heeeeeyyyy, it’s okay. Reagan might have a paranoid temper but she’s not outright malicious…most times,” Brett said as rubbed her back reassuringly.
“I’m just afraid that something will happen to me once you’re inside our head,” Regina murmured into his chest. She slowly looked up, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. “Brett, there’s something I want to do in case something does happen.”
“What is it?” Brett was barely able to get out before Regina kissed him. Brett’s grip shifted to pull Regina away but she clung to him hungrily as her tongue invaded his mouth.
“Mmmmm….MMMMMMHHHMMM! Gaah! Regina!” Brett cried out as he finally managed to push her back a little.
“Please, Brett,” Regina openly begged. “I won’t stop Reagan from going through with anything she might have planned but before that happens, I want you, I need you.”
Brett looked deeply into Regina’s eyes, struggling with his own emotions. Regina was still an enigma to him, basically a stranger despite their few but intense interactions. But she was also part of the woman he loved and he felt like a rejection of Regina was a rejection of Reagan. And then there was also the fact that he was at half mast from having her breasts, barely constrained by Reagan’s button up shirt, pressed against him.
“You’ve got me, Regina,” he said quietly, easing his grip on her. Regina leapt into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist as she ran her fingers through his perfectly quaffed hair before kissing him deeply.
Brett carried her towards the desk and she moaned eagerly as he lowered her towards it. She reluctantly let their lips part so she could lay back and grab her top, violently yanking it open from the sides to let her breasts spill free as buttons went flying.
“Fucking take me, Brett!” she panted as her hands went south, one hand expertly sliding down Reagan's khakis as she slipped a foot free of one pant leg while the other pulled her thong aside.
Brett fumbled at his pants, suddenly filled with performance anxiety as this felt less like a normal hookup and more like he was serving Regina her last meal. He took a calming breath and freed his cock, which Regina eagerly took in her hand to finish stroking him to full mast.
“Regina,” Brett said, drawing her attention back up to him even as he guided his cock to drag along her folds. “I promise you, no matter what happens, I’ll take care of Reagan.”
A single tear trailed down Regina’s face that she quickly brushed away as she nodded, “I know Brett, we can always rely on you.”
Brett pushed his hips forward and Regina sighed as he filled her so perfectly. Brett might have started off slowly but he took Regina’s request to heart and pulled back quickly before leaning over her to slam his hips into her.
“Aaah!” Regina cried out, her sharp cries punctuating each thrust from Brett as he went at her like a jackhammer.
“YES! Fucking ruin me, Brett!” Regina moaned as she clung to the desk with one hand while the other pinched and tweaked one of her nipples.
In response, Brett pulled back just enough so he could roll Regina onto her stomach. Regina started to look back but Brett’s hand whistled through the air before impacting with her luscious ass. She gasped and grit her teeth as Brett delivered several more spanks in rapid succession.
“Fuuuuuu~~uuuuuck,” Regina let out a long low moan as Brett’s thrusts made her reddened cheeks burn more after the sudden barrage. “I know I fantasized about this but tell me, Brett. Did getting paddled by all those frat bros give you a taste for it?”
“Hell Week is a time honored tradition!” Brett said perhaps a little too defensively before something made him tilt his head. “Hey, will spanking you leave Reagan with a sore butt?”
“It hasn’t so faaaaaaar,” Regina said before her head was yanked back as Brett grabbed a handful of her hair and slapped her ass again with his other hand. Regina’s voice devolved into babbling, blubbering moans as Brett continued to use her hair to bend her back before he silenced her with a kiss.
“Hnnnn,” Regina whined sharply as Brett began to go even harder, her heavy desk groaning as it was shoved little by little from the power of his thrusts. When Brett finally pulled back, Regina nearly collapsed fully on wobbly arms.
“Have you had enough?” Brett asked and Regina weakly glanced back at the change in his tone. “Or does my dirty little whore need to be punished more?”
Regina, despite being a recently emerged consciousness that might be the result of Reagan cracking under the pressure of her responsibilities, had always had a firm grasp of reality, so hearing Brett say that as he smirked aggressively made her question her own sanity. Brett didn’t give her any time to try to understand the shift in him as he tightened his grip on her hair and used it for leverage as he switched things up. He focused on power over speed, slamming into Regina so roughly the desk lurched.
“Aah! Hngh! Fffff-uck! Brett, you’re an animal!” Regina cried out in joyous disbelief. Even with her hardcore affection for Brett, the idea that he would live up to her wildest fantasies was incredible.
“Call me P-Brett, you little bitch!” Brett growled as he spanked her again, making Regina’s pussy tighten around his girth.
“Whatever you want, P-Brett, just don’t stop!” Regina shouted before crying out again as Brett slapped her ass harder than ever.
“Bitches don’t tell P-Brett what to do!” Brett snapped before shifting his grip to Regina’s neck and forcibly twisting her so he could dominate her mouth with his again.
Regina’s eyes were rolling into the back of her head as Brett turned her into little more than a fuckdoll. As he continued to choke her, he pulled her off the desk and while she was still dizzy and trying to catch her breath, he scooped her up and folded her into a full nelson of all things.
Regina’s one coherent thought was that despite the body count she had wracked up in her short existence this was one position she hadn’t tried yet. She thrilled at being folded nearly in half with her knees by her shoulders, with Brett’s arms locking her in place as his hands gripped her neck in all the right places. It was such a powerful display of strength and control that Regina felt herself on the verge of climaxing before he had even managed to ram his dick back into her.
“Get ready, slut! P-Brett’s about to go all out!” Brett grunted as he dropped her onto his cock.
“Guuh!” Regina groaned as Brett’s cock struck deeper than ever. Brett’s grip tightened and Regina could feel her joints straining as he railed her like his life depended on it. Each time his cock bottomed out in her pussy, it made her feel like one of those carnival feats of strength games, with Brett knocking the bell completely off again and again.
“My cork is about to pop, bitch, get ready for the champagne!” Brett panted before slamming her down roughly. His cock twitched and flexed as he began to cum but he didn’t stop pumping Regina on his dick.
Feeling that explosion of heat deep in her core triggered Regina’s own climax and her eyes crossed as her body convulsed in Brett’s arms. Her pussy clamped down greedily on his cock before Regina felt an explosion of her own and wetness began to splash on her desk as she squirted vigorously.
“Uuuaaaaahhhuuuuuuuuhh?!” Regina had started to scream ecstatically before it turned into a cry of confusion as Reagan came back into possession of her body.
The transition had never been so abrupt before and left Reagan with vertigo that made her stomach flop wildly. Her discombobulation only grew worse as her squirting climax was so intense that it had her momentarily burning with shame thinking that she had soiled herself before Brett slammed her down again as he kept coming. Having Brett’s spasming cock hilt inside her, filling her with the unbelievable heat of his vicious cum, blotted everything else out of her mind, leaving only her own orgasm to run rampant.
“Aaauuuuuhhh!” Reagan cried out weakly, barely able to breath in the position Brett had folded her into. Brett thrust several more times before he finally petered out and held himself inside her but Reagan was still twitching and panting as pleasure held her in its grip.
“Bre…Brett…put me…down,” she finally managed to get out before groaning softly as Brett eased her down, sensing that something had changed. Reagan shivered as his cock came free but couldn’t bring herself to look up at him. It didn’t take a genius to understand what had happened.
“Reagan?” Brett asked softly, his suspicion already confirmed by the fact that her ass didn’t bear the red glow from his intense spankings.
She didn’t say anything as she stood on shaky legs and redressed, going to her office closet to get a new identical shirt once she realized the one she’d been wearing was ruined.
“Reagan, we really need to talk,” Brett said once he finished getting his clothes straightened out.
“I’m not really in the mood to talk right now. You can stay if you’re going to help,” she said as she limped back to the vat and began reassembling the last few parts of Project Jellybean.
Brett was quiet for a moment. His plan to confront Reagan suddenly seemed like a bad idea but he still had a promise to keep and so he picked up a tool and waited for Reagan to tell him what to do.

***

Brett was grateful to enter Reagan’s mind properly this time, it was far less disorienting. Reagan was still sullenly quiet beside him as they walked through the conspiracy boards that made up her headspace.
“Uhm, shouldn’t Regina be here somewhere?” Brett finally asked after they had walked for nearly a minute in silence.
“Down here.”
Reagan and Brett looked down to find the normally opaque, crack riddled floor of the mindspace was now reflective. Or perhaps that was the wrong word since only Reagan was reflected and it was actually Regina looking back at them.
“A little help?” Regina said as she held out a hand to Reagan.
Brett watched as Reagan stared down at Regina with an unreadable expression without moving. As things began to grow awkward Brett knelt and reached for Regina’s hand. It was like reaching through a wall of gelatine, ice cold gelatine. Brett’s hand was thoroughly numb by the time he helped Regina through whatever strange barrier had cordoned her off from the rest of Reagan’s mind.
“Brrr,” Regina shivered as she stood and stretched. “Thank you, Brett,” she added with a quick peck on the cheek before pulling him and Reagan into a hug.
“Not the most ideal circumstances to be able to actually meet you both but I’ll take it!” Regina said, though Brett’s focus was on Reagan and how her lips had thinned to the point of disappearing.
Reagan quickly pulled away from the hug, “This isn’t a playdate. Do you know where we should start?”
Regina frowned and Brett winced, compared to how cold that barrier had been, Reagan was outright arctic.
“Well, you’re not gonna like it, but all the shit Randall forcibly repressed is where we’re going to likely find answers,” Regina said as she glanced in the direction of the blotted out polaroids.
Reagan sighed but rolled her shoulders and set her jaw before making her way towards them. Brett and Regina fell in behind her, with Regina glancing towards Brett and nodding towards Reagan with an arched eyebrow. Brett shrugged before looking at the pictures and noticing something.
“Hey, are some of these less covered up than before?” he asked as they entered the more poorly lit section of Reagan’s mind.
“Yeah, all the memories about Orrin are clearer,” Regina said as she studied several of them and quickly picked up on the detail. “Maybe remembering him has weakened Jellybean’s effect over time.”
“It saves us time then,” Reagan said from ahead. “Now we don’t have to check all of them,” she said before stepping into one that was thoroughly blacked out.
“Fucking hell!” Regina growled as she grabbed Brett’s hand and broke into a run after Reagan.
They stumbled into a Radio Shack and found Reagan standing stock still as the memory played out.
“Uhm, uh, hey R-r-Reagan, how are you doing today?” a teenage boy asked an equally teenage Reagan as a group of boys watched from the other end of the store.
Brett was about to say something as he got a good look at Young Reagan but Regina covered his mouth. Young Reagan looked up from the transponders she’d been browsing. She was a lot like the version Brett had taken to her Prom but there was a major difference, this Reagan had started blossoming into a woman. Brett didn’t want to hazard a guess, but she couldn’t have been older than 14 and was already sporting modest C-cups. The shirt she was wearing wasn’t form fitting but the way it draped her chest only served to emphasize her breasts.
Young Reagan looked at the boy disinterestedly, “Hey, Chett. I’m good. What are you up to?”
“It’s Chester, actually,” he quickly said before giving himself a shake. “Anyway, me and the guys were thinking about seeing a movie. Would you want to, maybe, join us?” asked, clearly sweating bullets as he stood ramrod straight.
“Sorry, I’ve got a project to finish for my robotics class. Maybe some other time?” Young Reagan said with a note of finality as she turned back to studying the transponders’ capabilities.
“Sure, another time. See ya, Reagan,” Chester said, nodding way too much as he began to back away. Once it was clear Young Reagan wasn’t paying him any attention he turned and darted back to the group of boys.
“Gooooood, she's so mean, bro.” Brett and the others could hear one of the boys say as Chester rejoined them. “She shot you down like it was nothing!”
“Yeah,” Chester said with a defeated sigh before glancing back at Young Reagan as she bent over and showcased her peach of an ass in her khaki pants. “But she's so freaking hot bro! We gotta keep trying to crack that egg! I mean, how cool would it be to tell everyone at school that you’re dating a college chick?!”
Before Brett realized what was happening, he was being dragged from the memory. Back outside, he caught himself from falling as Regina chased after Reagan.
“Reagan, wait!”
“Fuck off!” Reagan said as she rounded on Regina. “What the fuck was that?! Are you fucking with my memories now too?! Because I can tell you, it was not like that at all. I was a fucking loner! Nobody even asked me on a date until my 20s!”
“Because he made you like that!” Regina screamed, surprising everyone with the vehemence in her voice. She seemed on the verge of tears as she went on more quietly, “I don’t know what that was, I don’t have any control over this place. Please don’t go off alone anymore. God knows what we might find in here.”
“Like you actually care!” Reagan snapped, turning away again only to have Regina grab her wrist.
“I DO care, Reagan, why don’t you understand that?!” Regina demanded.
“THEN WHY DID YOU FUCK BRETT?!” Reagan roared as she grabbed Regina by the collar and shook her. “Why get us together if you were only going to take him from me?!” Reagan continued as tears streamed down her face. The corkboard walls shuddered and teetered precariously as Reagan’s rage and sorrow became manifest.
Regina was too stunned to say anything as Reagan still weakly held on to the collar of her shirt. They both looked up as Brett’s hand landed on Reagan’s and eased her hand off Regina.
“Reagan,” Brett said as he held both of her hands in his. “Regina was scared, is scared, that you’re going to erase her.”
Reagan tried to pull away but Brett gripped her hands tighter, “Reagan, I like Regina, but I love you. And I’m sorry that I hurt you by making you think I wasn’t in your corner, but…Regina is a part of you and she needed my help. How could I say no?”
“And how did the blowjob help?” Reagan asked bitingly, not willing to let go of her outrage so easily.
“Ah ha, that…” Brett trailed off nervously as he tugged at his collar. “That was a…”
“I didn’t really give him a choice in the matter,” Regina said sheepishly as she peeked over Brett’s shoulder. “Before you get angry again, remember that I’m basically constantly horny you, I couldn’t help myself waking up next to him. And to his credit, he stopped me from going further that time.”
Reagan was still glaring as she looked back and forth between them before turning away with her arms crossed. Her shoulders slowly slumped and a heavy sigh escaped.
“Ok, let’s just…move on, alright?” Reagan finally said. “I won’t rush off alone but we need to keep looking.”
Once more the other two fell in behind Reagan as they tried to determine which obfuscated picture might give them answers. As they did they were suddenly blasted in the face with confetti and airhorns from a booth that Reagan was far too familiar with.
“Fu-fu-fucking kill yourseeeeeellllff, you poser! Everybody would be better off if you were deaaaaaaaaaaad! Ye-Yuuuuuh!”
It took Reagan a moment to notice that the Thoughts weren't directed at her, but in fact a second booth the Intrusive Thoughts DJ was actually beefing with.
“H-h-how ab-b-b-bout you choke on a fat cooooooock! A big, big, big, big COCK!” The other DJ responded in a crescendoing feminine voice.
“Huh, maybe I do have some influence over this place after all,” Regina said as they hurried away from the turf war.
“Ugh, we’re never going to find anything like this!” Reagan groaned. “Why aren’t my memories organized in any kind of fashion? I’m a genius, this place should be navigable!”
“Hold on,” Regina said as she stopped to study the corkboards and the red string running around the place. She slowly spun in a circle as she rubbed her chin before stopping and pointing. “This way.”
“What?!” Reagan nearly squawked as she fell in alongside Brett after Regina. “How the fuck do you figure you know the way?”
“Because dear Reagan, I know you and let’s be honest, introspection has never been one of your strong points. But hey, if I’m wrong you can rub it in my face,” Regina said over her shoulder.
“Something tells me she might actually like that,” Brett said in a not-too-quiet whisper to Reagan that caused a snort to escape her and Regina to look back with a faux-hurt expression.
Regina led them to a blotted out memory that brought them to a highschool cafeteria. Young Reagan was easy to spot because she was sitting alone in one corner of the bustling lunchroom but this time neither Reagan nor Regina could stop Brett from squealing excitedly.
“You used to wear glasses?!” Brett said giddily as he studied Young Reagan from a distance.
She was sporting a pair of thick black frames with circular lenses as she studied a textbook while eating absentmindedly.
“Yeah, for like a week, I think? Dad whipped up some eyedrops that corrected my vision,” Reagan said as she looked to Regina questioningly.
“And those eyedrops are why you’ve had eye spasms ever since. Thanks, Randall,” Regina grumbled before noticing Reagan’s expression. “Before you say anything, I was actually looking for a memory like this, just not this specific one.”
“Like what?”
“One that you chose to repress versus one Randall scrubbed out,” Regina said.
“Aww, you’re so cuuuuute with glasses!” Brett cooed, drawing both women’s attention. “Y’know, I think you could pull them off now if you wanted to, as a fashion statement of course. Totally not because of a thing for ladies in glasses or anything like that.”
Reagan and Regina stared at Brett, though Regina’s lips did start to curl into a smile as she leaned in to whisper to Reagan.
“Maybe you should try a little naughty librarian roleplay with Brett sometime soon.”
“God, you need an off button,” Reagan breathed exasperatedly.
“Why would you repress this memory?” Brett asked.
In answer, they watched as a boy only a little older than Reagan approached her spot. Given how young she’d been when she graduated, he had to be a freshman.
“Hey, Reagan, mind if I join you?” he asked, nodding towards the seat opposite her.
“There’s still the illusion of freedom in this country,” Young Reagan said without looking up.
The boy took that as an honest invitation and sat down.
“Those glasses new? I don’t think I’ve seen you wear them before,” he said.
“Yeah, they hurt my nose a little but my mom said I’ll either get used to it or spend the rest of my life on the street as a blind beggar,” Young Reagan said.
“Sheesh, harsh but they do look good on you,” the boy said as he kept trying to get Young Reagan to engage in a proper conversation.
“Why did I repress this memory?” Reagan asked. “I always remember eating alone.”
“Heads up!”
The boy looked up just in time to duck as a football soared through the air. Because he dove for cover, the football hit his tray of food and bounced right into Young Reagan’s face.
Brett, Reagan and Regina flinched at the sound of the collision. Young Reagan toppled backwards out of her seat and the cafeteria exploded into laughter. The boy, for his part, did not laugh as he scrambled around the table to check on Reagan.
“Hey, you ok?”
Young Reagan, covered in bits of food, was doing her best to fight back tears as she gingerly touched the bridge of her nose where her glasses had been smashed into her face. Through narrowed eyes she scanned the floor and slumped even further as she picked up the broken remains of her frames.
“Oh man, hey, want me to take you to the nurse’s office?” the boy asked as he held out his hand.
“Did foureyes bite it?” someone shouted over the dying laughter and the cacophony of laughter redoubled.
A crying Reagan ran from the cafeteria, leaving the boy still kneeling.
“I’m beginning to think you didn’t go far enough with the pig’s blood at Prom,” Brett said sternly as Regina rubbed Reagan’s shoulders reassuringly as they left the memory.
Reagan was taking controlled breaths as she tried to remain calm after reliving that traumatic incident. After one last deep exhale, she turned to Regina.
“Please tell me how you determined that was a legitimate repressed memory,” she managed to say without sounding choked up.
“It’s the string,” Regina said as she gestured about. “It connects all your memories, repressed or not. But the only ones it doesn’t touch are blotted out and I’d bet everything those are memories that Randall specifically erased with Project Jellybean.”
Reagan looked around and realized that, sure enough, there was a pattern in all the chaos of her mindspace.
“Great, that helps cut out the clutter,” Reagan said with a sigh, noting that it still left a daunting number of photos to check out.
“Hey, Regina, how come you don’t know what all these memories are about?” Brett asked.
“Because Project Jellybean is the only way to interact with them like this. They’re locked away otherwise,” Regina said. “Though I do have access to some of Reagan’s memories that differ slightly from her own perspective.”
“What?!” Reagan yelped, her head snapping in Regina’s direction. “Why didn’t you mention that sooner? Which memories? Show me.”
“This way,” Regina said and they began to weave through the corridors of corkboards until they came to one that Brett recognized.
“Prom?!” Reagan asked incredulously. Before anyone could say anything, she shoved her head into the memory. She stayed like that for only a moment before retracting her head.
“I don’t get it, aside from Brett’s alterations, I don’t see anything different.”
“Ahem,” Regina coughed coyly before pointing down. Brett and Reagan looked down to see another wildly out of place reflection in the gray concrete floor, this one of the Prom memory.
“What the fuuuuuck?” Reagan breathed as she tapped at the floor, her foot unable to pass through unlike Regina.
“It’s actually my first memory,” Regina said, a serious tone entering her voice.
“Which version? The original or the altered one?” Reagan asked, rubbing her temple as she tried to solve this mystery.
“Oh definitely the altered one, Brett made a very strong impression on young us,” Regina said as she walked her fingers down Brett’s shoulder.
“Wait, your first memory is from that long ago?!” Reagan uttered, her face contorting with confusion and horror. “But that was six months before I tried the depression treatment. Then that means…it wasn’t the treatment that made you!”
Silence hung in the air as Reagan’s discovery stunned them all, even Regina seemed to share Reagan’s concern.
“Then what did?” Brett asked, finally breaking the silence.
Reagan and Regina seemed not to hear him as they swayed on their feet, anxious confusion and dread holding them tightly. As their emotions synced and grew, the mindscape began to lose stability, starting as a soft wind that quickly grew into hurricane-force gusts that ripped away the corkboards. Brett grabbed hold of them as the ground grew impermanent and they dropped through the floor, tumbling through darkness.
Brett tried to shout to snap them out of their fugue states but it was like they were in a vacuum as they fell. He held onto them even tighter as he desperately tried to think of something when a polaroid with a sickly green film over it suddenly appeared below them, seemingly waiting for them in the abyss. They tumbled through it and Brett grunted as he held the other two to him and shielded them from the fall.
Reagan and Regina blinked slowly as the dimly lit room came into focus around them. Reagan recognized it immediately and grit her teeth as she prepared herself for what she was about to see. Standing revealed the same glass window as last time and Young Reagan was once again lying on the bed that looked more like a coroner’s slab with Project Jellybean hooked up to her. This wasn’t the same memory, that quickly became clear as Reagan noticed her younger self was several years older, closer to the age she’d been in the past couple of memories.
“Dad, what’s this for again?” Young Reagan asked as Rand hunched over a keyboard, typing away while a cigarette hung from his lips and a half-empty bottle of whiskey sat on the desk next to him.
“It’s, uh, it’s going to help with your schoolwork, Jellybean,” Rand said absentmindedly, barely sparing a glance towards his daughter.
“But I’m already getting straight +A’s,” Young Reagan said as she furrowed her brow. “And could you please stop calling me Jellybean? I’m twelve and a half.”
Rand’s face fell at that and he took a moment to rub at his eyes, “Sorry, Reagan, I keep forgetting. You’re just growing up so fast, kiddo. I feel like before long you’ll be all grown up and won’t need your old man around anymore.”
“Don’t be crazy, Dad,” Young Reagan said with a roll of her eyes. “You’re my best friend, I’ll always want you around.”
Reagan swore she saw her father’s lip quiver for a moment before he turned back to the machine. He hit a button and Young Reagan fell asleep as a pulse from the device put her under. Rand took a long swig from the bottle of whiskey, letting out a heavy exhale as the bottle hit the desk with a heavy thud.
“And now we’ll make sure none of those greasy little horndogs take you away from me,” Rand grumbled as his typing took on a frenzied pace.
Reagan put her hand on the glass, torn between hating Rand even more as it became clear that her father’s scrambling of her brain hadn’t been a one-time thing and feeling sorry for him. He looked like the same shell of a man she had seen when she found him ready to rip reality apart just to keep her in his life.
Just as she was about to say something, Regina’s hand landed on hers and her focus shifted to her alter ego’s reflection in the glass. Regina glared at Rand with murderous intent as her hand slowly balled into a fist.
“Do. Not. Feel sorry for that man!” she hissed softly to keep from interrupting the memory as tears began to bead in the corners of her eyes.
Reagan looked back to her father as he finished another long pull from the whiskey bottle and returned to typing. The air of sorrow vanished from Rand as he smirked. .
“Can’t have my backup plan getting knocked up by some shitbag teen and derailing everything I’ve built for myself,” Rand growled as he finished typing and hit the command prompt.
The room spun as Reagan experienced a wave of disgust that made her stomach flop.
“What is he doing?” Brett asked softly, understanding that whatever he was seeing wasn’t good but not anything more beyond that.
“He’s erasing me,” Regina whispered as tears streamed down her face.
“What?” Reagan asked, turning away from the window to look at Regina.
“Reagan, I finally understand,” Regina said as she backed away, hugging herself as she nearly doubled over. “Why I care about you so much, why you run from every relationship you’ve ever been in, why you need to get blackout drunk in order to feel even slightly safe in having intimacy, why I feel every ounce of lust and affection you were robbed of. He took that from you! Locked it away!”
Regina’s chest began to heave as she panted, her eyes wide as she truly began to understand herself and where she came from.
“Over time it became me, but I was still sealed away, locked out of your mind, unable to do anything but steep in these feelings that you couldn’t feel anymore. I’m… your self-love and sexual drive made manifest.”
“But you remember things from before the treatment, how?” Reagan asked through a voice heavy with unshed tears.
Regina’s breathing calmed as she looked to Brett.
“Me?!” Brett asked, stunned.
“You didn’t just help Reagan at Prom, you helped me. Your friendliness, care, and pure selflessness gave us such an intense influx of emotion to focus on and…and I was suddenly more than just a fragment of things Reagan had been denied. I could see what she saw and I watched as you two grew closer and it became so clear to me that if there are two people in the universe that belong together, it’s you two.”
Reagan and Brett couldn’t help blushing as they glanced at each other.
“And then the depression treatment didn't just break down whatever barrier Jellybean had put on you, little by little it turned you from a jumble of repressed emotions into a full on, self actualized, sentient persona,” Reagan said, putting the last piece of the puzzle in place. “Though that still doesn’t explain your ‘enhancements’.”
“Well I simply used our shared, advanced intelligence in order to self-actualize how I wanted to look to reflect our best self,” Regina said, if somewhat sheepishly.
“Uh-huh, and it only happens when you’re in control because…?” Reagan asked as she folded her arms skeptically.
Regina grew more sheepish as she raised one foot onto her toes and wiggled it, “Well, the changes were going to become permanent for both of us over time, I just wanted to have it happen gradually for you to help boost your confidence. Give you the self-esteem that you deserve.”
As Regina finished Reagan looked at her with a softer look of consternation than usual.
“Ladies, I genuinely hate to interrupt this amazing moment, buuuuut can we get out of here? Rand is getting creepier by the second,” Brett said, drawing their attention back to the room where Rand was monologuing over Young Reagan’s unconscious body.
“Yeesh, yeah, let’s get the fuck out of here,” Reagan said as she took Brett and Regina’s hands and pulled them from the memory.
Reagan’s mindscape was back to normal as they emerged. Brett started as Reagan and Regina both slumped and braced their hands on their knees.
“Wha-hey, what’s wrong?” he asked.
“We just got off an emotional rollercoaster, Brett. We’re going to need a minute,” Reagan said as leaving the memory forced her and Regina to properly process it in its entirety.
“Randall better pray he stays in that blacksite, because if he ever gets out, I’m going to kill him,” Regina growled as she fought the urge to become sick.
“I’ll see if I can’t have his cell filled with fire ants or something. It’s the least he deserves,” Reagan said in agreement.
Once they felt the nausea pass there was a moment of silence as Reagan and Regina looked at each other.
“So, where does all this leave…us?” Regina asked.
Reagan pensively rubbed her chin, “Well after everything I've seen, it's clear now I can’t have you traipsing around in my body anymore.”
Brett started and Regina’s face fell but she had a look of acceptance.
“It’ll take time to grow you one of your own though,” Reagan went on, oblivious to Brett falling to his knees as he clutched his chest.
“Can you have a heart attack in someone else’s mind? Because I think that’s what’s happening to me,” he gasped.
Regina stared at Reagan with her mouth agape as Reagan approached her and took Regina’s hands in her own.
“I’ve…never had a sister before,” Reagan said as she choked back tears, “but I look forward to figuring it out.”
Regina pulled Reagan into the tightest hug either of them had ever experienced before the two broke down into happy sobs. A moment later Brett enveloped the both of them in his arms with the tightest group hug they had ever experienced.
“Oh my gosh, you two, this is going to be amazing!” he said before cocking his head as something occurred to him. “But Reagan, what are we going to tell people at work?”
“Brett, we literally spend everyday making people believe whatever we want. That’s going to be the easy part,” Reagan said.
“Yeah, the hard part is going to be keeping my hands off either of you when I get my body,” Regina purred as her hands shifted to grip Reagan in a way that was far from sisterly.
Even though her eyes widened in surprise, Reagan didn’t immediately try to wrench herself free, and not simply because she was trapped between Regina and Brett. Her life was already as weird as it could get, this turn of events seemed par for the course, and she took comfort that she no longer had to face that weirdness alone.

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This work was made in collaboration with MrSwindle94 - https://twitter.com/MrSwindle94?s=20&t=g-aZ0ecX70kvzyTWS0Linw
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