Ashley entered the office she was directed to from the temp agency. This was the undergrad's first day at her temp job, and she was a mix of nervous and excited. The cute redhead with freckled face and bluish-green eyes however had no idea that this temp job was going to be a bit more "permanent."

While the tests seemed morally wrong, especially to perform on young women just entering adulthood, the agency did not have much choice. Unknown to the majority of the world, a new World War was on the horizon, and this weapon would be the only thing that would put a swift end to it. So in the grand scheme of things, sacrificing a few dozen young bimbos would lead to the safety of the greater good, and the agency recognized that.

The scientists hit a road-block with the resonance wave weapon, finding that the weapon would only work on human females of a young age and low body-mass index. It had something to do with the way the machine was currently calibrated, and the only way to tweak the machine to work on all human beings was to continually test it on what it did work on - young, slim women. And luckily they were pretty easy to come by as many sought internships and temp jobs with the agency to look impressive when it came time to applying for college or future careers.

Unfortunately the previous test attempts before Ashley's have so far been pretty rocky. Their first test-fire of the resonance wave weapon was on a cute, pony-tailed blonde with blue eyes who was 25. She was known to the technicians only as "Specimen B240." Thinking they were taking a picture of her for an ID badge, she smiled wide as they fired the weapon. Instead of pulverizing her into microscopic dust as they were hoping, her entire body exploded across the room into a mess of blood and guts. It took a clean-up team hours to reset the room and get rid of every trace of remains the poor blonde left behind, and they were none too happy about it.

The next test had slightly more progress, but still left quite a mess. It was performed on "Specimen K503," a 21 year-old brunette with brown eyes. Also smiling at the thought of having her picture taken, this time the weapon focused all its energy into her brain and began to boil it. Her smiling face suddenly took on a blank stare as her jaw opened wide and her tongue hung out of her mouth. This was only for a few moments until her entire head exploded in much the same manner as the blonde's body. Her busty, headless body stood for a second before toppling forward on her knees and onto her tits. They cleaned up the blood and brains and threw the rest of her body in an incinerator after a thorough post-examination.

Then there was "Specimen J370," also nick-named "Jello," a petite but leggy French girl with short wavy black hair. She was in the middle of bending over at a low filing cabinet when they activated the weapon. Her body began to jellify from the feet up. She looked down and screamed and immediately bent back up straight as the rest of her body was jellified, traveling up her legs and across her belly. Her pantyhose held her legs straight for a few seconds as the wave past over her head, silencing her scream in a gross gurgle. Her body stood in jellified form, wobbling back and forth until she began to fall apart in pieces: first her arms fell off one after another, splatting into flesh colored liquid on the ground, then the jelly ball of her head slid off her jellified neck onto the ground in a splat, before her entire body collapsed into goop. A few techs actually cracked up as they witnessed it. The clean-up team had a slightly easier time cleaning up the gooey remains instead of the previous bloody ones, picking up her still-intact and full-of-goop nylons and dumping most of the fleshy goo that was her legs into a waste disposal container, and mopping up the rest of her.

They reached moderate success with "Specimen E853," a very fair-skinned brunette with large breasts. They actually managed to vaporize her clothes first, leaving her standing there nude in quite a shock. With a quick tweak of a knob they increased the frequency. Her entire upper half of her body instantly pulverized into a dense cloud of dust, leaving her legs standing. They quickly toppled over, one leg falling on top of the other, as the dust that was formerly her upper body slowly settled down on top of them. The clean-up crew was very fast with this specimen, simply but carefully vacuuming up the girl's dusty remains, making sure to grab a large sample, and tossing the legs in the incinerator as well after study.

Now came Ashley. For the first few hours they had her doing some actual paperwork, having her file the confidential paperwork on the previous specimens, having no idea that she herself was about to have a report done on her own use as a specimen. To the techs she was known only as "Specimen A778." The agent posing as her boss told her that she should take advantage of their on-site gym and shower during her lunchtime, since he saw on her resume that she was athletic in her spare time. She agrees and heads to the locker room to change. Little does she know the techs have cameras everywhere, including the locker room, gym and showers.

They watched as Ashley took off her knee-high black boots and stripped off her sleeveless blouse and her plaid pencil skirt, leaving her in her slightly revealing sports bra and panties. The techs lusted over her young sexy body, admiring her creamy skin and softly freckled chest and arms. They watched as she bent over to put on a pair of gym shorts and put on a pair of sneakers. For a brief moment the techs almost felt regret at what they were going to do to this young cutie, but knew that it had to be done to progress their research.

They continued watching as she worked out in the gym. They zoomed in on her boobs bouncing as she jogged on the treadmill, and on her ass as she did squats. The techs joked about how pointless it was that she was exercising her body since it was going to be destroyed in a manner of moments…

Finally she finished and headed to the shower. This was the moment of truth since the techs planted the weapon in the shower head. She stripped out of her bra first, revealing her supple and modestly size breasts, partially freckled themselves. She stripped off her shorts and panties at the same time, her body now fully nude and revealing her red bush partially drenched in sweat. The techs marvel at her naked beauty for a moment, then switch the weapon into fire-standby mode.

She stepped into the stall and turned the faucet. She angled her adorable face straight up against the shower head, closing her eyes expecting a stream of water to splash against it. On cue, the techs fired the weapon.

Instead of water, her precious waiting face took on the full blast of death from the resonance wave. Her head was instantly pulverized into the flesh-colored fine talc powder (this time with a tinge of red). Her headless body falls directly forward, her tits smashing up against the shower wall for a brief moment, before they too are hit by the traveling wave and disintegrate into dust. The powder residue showers down around her body as the wave continues.

Her arms fell to the floor as her shoulders were no longer there to hold them just barely outrunning the wave of death. Her body continued to slide against the shower wall as the wave continued spreading across it in cold and calculated sequence, working one-by-by through her sexy toned midriff, her perfectly-proportioned hips, her lovely red bush and luscious tight ass (a few of the techs groaned at that moment), and finally down each of her masterly-sculpted legs that were quickly sliding to the floor in separate directions from each other. Her feet and fallen arms were then finally annihilated, leaving only the collecting pile of dust around them.

Specimen A778 has been completely obliterated. The techs cheer and high-five, having their first fully successful test run. Now they could move on to external testing of a remote device.

The clean-up team comes in and scoops up a sample of the talc. They then replace the weapon with the actual shower head, turn it on, and wash the rest of poor Ashley's remains down the drain. As the final particles of former Ashley swirl into the sewer below, they slap each other on the back for their fastest and easiest clean-up job yet.