"Lauren, which group are finishing today? Group three?" the doctor asked his assistant while he double checked his notes.
"Group three," Lauren answered, "the last group."
"Subject 34...", the doctor mumbled, reviewing his notes, "...Caucasian male...age 52...wrinkles at outer perimeter of eyes..."
"He's already marked up, and we did the 'before' shots at the initial consultation," Lauren piped in. "Should I bring him in?"
"Sure, just take your time," he replied, "I'm just about ready."
Lauren left Dr. Lambert in the outpatient clinic and headed for the waiting room. There, spread out amongst the chairs, watching the TV and browsing through magazines were the last two test subjects. Although their names were on file, they were essentially anonymous to the doctor and Lauren.
Subject 31, however, just happened to be a friend of Lauren's. Even with the faded stain of red ink applied between her upper lip and her nose, Lauren easily recognized her 'big sister' Jenny. She had already been treated, but was waiting to talk to Lauren once her shift was over.
Jenny was a few years older than Lauren, but the two had become friends through her brother Tommy. Lauren and Tommy had met through their studies at the university, and became more than study partners. Having become such good friends, Lauren smuggled Jenny into the study, even though the test subjects should not be connected to the research staff in any way. But, Lauren knew that Jenny was self-conscious of the fine lines in her upper lips, the result of a chain-smoking habit that she had recently kicked.
Lauren began working with Dr. Lambert the previous semester, knowing that working on his clinical trial studies would be a great experience and also make excellent material for her senior thesis. His reputation for being a great teacher and for being on the cutting edge of cancer research had made the position of clinical assistant - the position that Lauren now held - one of the most sought after student fellowship posts in the whole university.
Neither Lauren nor the doctor would have guessed that researching a cure for cancer would have brought them into the field of cosmetic surgery. If the tests proved successful, however, the sale of Dr. Lambert's serum would bring the university another impressive feather for it's collective cap, as well as unheard of sums of money to the medical school.
While studying the mechanisms of cancer - the abnormal and often unchecked growth and division of cells - Dr. Lambert stumbled onto a fortuitous discovery: he discovered the chemical that could trigger certain cell division. It was not a cure by any means, and hadn't found what made the cells stop dividing, but it was one step closer to understanding the disease.
On the other hand, one thing Dr. Lambert did understand was how to keep the research funds, and thus his research, flowing. He had methodically honed the process, working his way up from lab rats to human subjects, carefully cataloging the effects and limitations of the chemical. He had found which types of tissues reacted well to the serum and which hadn't. He had found that the serum could do wonders for medical patients everywhere. He could speed up the regrowth of skin for burn victim's skin grafts, he might even be able to aid in the fusing of broken bones. This last round of tests, however, was to confirm that the serum would be viable in the medical free market - the field of cosmetic surgery.
Dr. Lambert, with Lauren's assistance, had been conducting clinical trials using the serum to tighten wrinkly skin by injecting tiny amounts into the subcutaneous fat. It was well known that a little extra fat would fill out the wrinkles, but neither collagen injections nor same-subject fat transfers proved stable. Neither of those methods could be wholly guaranteed to become part of the subject's system - the collagen could wander, and the fat cells injected might not get enough blood to stay alive.
By causing the cells to divide, they are created as permanent part of the body's own system.
Lauren swabbed the ultra thin hypodermic needle with alcohol before handing it to Dr. Lambert. They both stood before a man they knew only as "test subject 34". Small dots near the outer corners of his eyes indicated where Dr. Lambert was to insert the needle. Inside the needle was a serum that might be the next wave in cosmetic surgery.
She filled the needle with only two cc's of the prepared serum, and handed it to the doctor.
"Alright," the doctor told the patient, "just hold still...you should feel a little warmth, and a little puffiness..." he continued in his clinical drone, "...but the initial puffiness is simply the liquid I'm injecting. The cells will start dividing almost immediately, but it's at such a small scale you may not notice it for hours, if not even until tomorrow." The doctor moved to subject 34's other eye and continued making the tiny injections, "you're scheduled for a check up in five days," another injection, "but should you find there is any irritation, simply give my office a call."
As the doctor droned on with subject 34, and throughout the rest of the subjects, Lauren was biding her time, waiting for her chance to administer her own study.
"...and thanks for coming," Lauren heard Dr. Lambert say as the last test-subject left. "Well, that's it," he said to Lauren, as he closed the drawer of his desk. "Lock up and I'll see you on Monday."
Lauren was keeping her eye on the bottles of the serum, barely hearing what Dr. Lambert said.
"Hello? Lauren?" Dr. Lambert repeated a bit louder, pulling Lauren back to alertness. "Lock up in here, I'll see the last of the patients out."
"You got it," she replied, cheerfully. This was her chance. Once the doctor was out the door, Lauren grabbed the vial of the serum and headed to the private bathroom adjoining the outpatient clinic with the doctor's office. She filled the hypodermic needle with the serum, then unbuttoned her nurse's white top with her free hand, exposing the modest upper slopes of her teacup-sized breasts. After squeezing out a little bit of serum from the end of the needle, Lauren nervously positioned the hypo to penetrate into the center of her left breast. She had given plenty of shots since she had started on her degree, but she still dreaded being on the receiving end.
With a steady, practiced motion Lauren gently pushed the needle into the mound of flesh. She had made up her mind that just one cc per breast would give her the fullness she was looking for. Besides, if it wasn't enough, she knew she could try again. Lauren eyed the gradient markings on the side of the hypo, and prepared to ease the plunger forward...
"Let's go!" called the voice of Tommy, accompanied by the slam of the door into the wall.
The sudden noise caused Lauren to tense up. "Tommy's here? Why didn't he wait in the lobby?" she thought to herself. Lauren looked down in shock, and realized that she had emptied the entire contents of the hypodermic needle into her left breast.
"Hey, Lauren, are you in here?" came the voice through the door.
Panicked, Lauren's mind raced to correct her mistake. She couldn't get the fluid back out of her breast, so she did what seemed to be the next best thing. Lauren quickly refilled the hypo, and in one smooth motion she penetrated her right breast and emptied the matching dose. She hastily buttoned her uniform, then flushed the toilet as a cover.
"There you are," said Tommy, as Lauren came out of the bathroom.
"Where's Jenny?" Lauren asked, trying to act calm.
"She's still in the lobby. I just wanted to surprise you... and judging by your expression, apparently I have." As he asked "are you okay?" Lauren realized she must not be keeping her poker face very well. In a short, nervous burst of words, Lauren recounted her experience with the serum.
"O.K., listen to me," Tommy said, trying to take Lauren's mind off of the situation, "we should document everything, in case there's a problem. We need to know how much serum you used, and we need a baseline measurement - your current bra size."
"Well, I used an entire hypo in each, and I'm a 34-B," Lauren said, "at least at the moment."
"Which means what?" inquired Tommy.
"I'm not entirely sure...I've been the same size for so long, I don't remember," Lauren wrinkled her brow in thought. "I think it means that my bust is actually 35 inches," she offered.
"You're saying that there's only an inch difference between your ribcage and your boobs?" queried Tommy.
"No, it's more like five inches. The way they figure it out is..." Lauren responded. Seeing Tommy's exasperated look, she continued, "...look, it's a women's clothing thing - just trust me, 34-B means a 35 inch bust and a 30 inch ribcage."
"O.K., whatever you say," uttered Tommy. He found a form with enough blank lines on it to record a series of measurements, and put it on a clipboard. Next, he looked for a pencil and asked "you don't have a measuring tape around here, do you?"
"There's a ruler in the reception desk," Lauren offered.
"Well, that's not exactly what we need," said Tommy, his mental wheels turning, "but we can use string or something, and then measure it flat."
"I'll check the desk," Lauren said as she headed out of the room.
Tommy dug around some more, finally finding a pen. He also found some of Dr. Lambert's notes on the case study. He had a few minutes to peruse the thankfully decent penmanship of Dr. Lambert before Lauren returned with the ruler, a ball of string, and her friend, Jenny.
"Uh...hi Sis," said a nervous Tommy.
"Hi Tommy," returned Jenny. "Sounds like our little girl is in a bit of a pickle, huh?"
"Yeah, but just how bad, I'm not really sure," intoned Tommy. "It's a good thing you're here. Could you go and find Dr. Lambert? I'll stay here with Lauren."
"Are you sure you don't want to go? This is a girl thing, you know," Jenny answered playfully. Tommy tried not to smirk. Turning to Lauren, she said, "you hang in there girl, you're gonna be fine. Look, here." Jenny said framing her upper lip with the first two fingers of each hand, "I can tell you, the serum is already working. I can already see a difference." She waited for Tommy and Lauren's approving nods. Then she left.
"Already working?" Lauren thought to herself, "that's not what I wanted to hear."
After a short, nervous pause, Tommy broke the silence. "How are you feeling?" he asked, "are you okay?"
"I feel okay, I guess. I'm just really nervous," answered Lauren. "I don't really feel anything yet, except when I first injected the serum. It's not like this is going to hurt - none of the other patients mentioned any pain."
"Maybe, but none of them had such a large dose," remarked Tommy, echoing Lauren's unspoken thoughts. "Now, let's get to work being good medical students, it'll keep you busy, help you relax a bit."
"Right," said Lauren, with some unconvincing enthusiasm. "What now?" she asked, looking at Tommy, her arms unconsciously crossing over her chest.
"Now, my dear...to be blunt...and to the point...and quick...and...,"
"Stop fooling around, this could be serious," Lauren complained.
"O.K., O.K., in all seriousness," Tommy said, looking Lauren right in the eyes, "we're going to sit here and watch your boobs grow."
"It's not funny," shot back Lauren.
"I am being serious, and you know it," he replied. "What else would you do at this point in case study? We need to record the progress of the experiment, and observe as dispassionately as possible. The problem is, however, that while you are right - this is serious - I also find the situation very arousing, and I may have trouble controlling my passion...so to speak."
Lauren eyed Tommy for a minute while her mouth relaxed into a tiny smile. "No wonder you sent Jen to get Dr. Lambert. Well, it's no secret that you like big boobs. I was hoping to surprise you with a little more of me," she said, gesturing towards her breasts with both hands, " but that was supposed to be a little more."
"Well, honey, if it makes you feel any better, I am certainly surprised." While Lauren let out a small laugh, Tommy held up the string. "Enough talk, let's see what were dealing with here, shall we?"
Lauren remained still.
"Come on now, this is for your own good," he pleaded. "If there's going to be any hope of understanding, or, god forbid, reversing this..."
"Wouldn't that be a shame, huh?" Lauren injected, sarcastically.
"...or preventing this from ever happening again we'll need accurate data. Come on, honey, would you rather have someone else here now?" Tommy asked.
"No," Lauren admitted. Resigned, she began to unbutton her uniform.
As the inner slopes of her breasts came into view, Tommy whistled. "Apparently it does work pretty fast," he opined.
Lauren could now see what she had felt for the last few minutes - her breasts had swelled enough to exceed the capacity of her bra. "I'd been a little afraid to look," she said, "I could tell that they were already getting bigger."
Looking at her enlarged breasts, threatening to fall out her bra, Lauren reached up behind her back and undid the clasp. The bra relaxed, letting Lauren's swollen breasts hang freely. They were obviously exaggerated from Lauren's normal size. Tommy brazenly watched Lauren's boobs jiggle as she took off her top and shook out of her bra. Lauren's nipples stiffened with the combination of the air in the room along with her own self-consciousness.
"O.K., Mr. Serious," she said, momentarily crossing one arm in front of her bare bosom, "let's collect some data."
Tommy reached around her with a length of the string he had unraveled from the ball, positioning the length across her nipples, crossing the string between her expanded breasts. He marked where the end overlapped with a black felt tip, then released Lauren. "I could get used to this job," Tommy joked.
Lauren ignored the comment, as she looked down her growing breasts, hefting her right breast in her right hand. "I didn't think it would happen this fast," she commented.
Tommy had laid out the string on the counter top, then folded it around the length of the ruler. Checking where the black mark landed. "Almost an inch from the near end, after three full lengths," Tommy reported, "that's almost 37 inches."
"Holy shit, it's only been about ten minutes since I did the injections," added a worried Lauren.
"O.K., at..." Tommy looked up at the clock, "...5:20 PM, subject measures at 37 inches. Subject is experiencing no physical discomfort?" he asked Lauren.
"No, nothing beyond the swelling," Lauren said before adding in a huff, "quit referring to me as the subject!"
"Subject's comments upon callous bedside manner duly noted," Tommy replied playfully, pretending to write on the clipboard.
Tommy spent the next 10 minutes alternating between getting the history of Dr. Lambert's serum out of Lauren and trying to keep her laughing. At 5:30, he halted the conversation for another measurement.
"Well," Tommy said, looking up from the ruler, "that's at least another inch, actually a little more."
"38 and a half inches?" marveled Lauren, "Already?"
"You said the formula eventually wears off, right?" asked Tommy.
"More like it burns out," she responded. "It's just like the gas in your car: once the fuel is used up, the engine stops running. The only question is, how much fuel did I use."
"How long do you think it will take?"
"It's hard to say," said Lauren as she pondered the situation, recalling her own studies of the serum. "It's hard to envision the quantities of receptors and triggers on a molecular level...there's also a 'bell curve' to it's effect...it ramps up then ramps down. That's what part of this study was about - determining proper dosage." She paused and looked down at her protuberant bosom. "We had it ballparked, but that was all. I knew I had more than I needed in the hypo, but I didn't count on accidentally overdosing." Lauren moved over to a mirror over a sink, and pulled her uniform top off her shoulders, studying her bulging breasts. Along with the change in size had come a change in shape. The natural curves of her breasts were giving way to an artificial roundness. Since she had injected the serum into the center of her breasts, the growth radiated outward from the middle in a sphere.
Now that Lauren thought about it, she realized she had gained over two cup sizes in just twenty minutes. Her breasts started to ache from the pressure within. As the skin had become tighter, Lauren's breasts distended, growing straight out from the wall of her chest. She touched her left breast, and found that it was uncommonly firm. Studying the skin on her expanding bosom, Lauren could see the skin was stretching out, trying to hold in her ballooning boobs.
She decided that her breasts didn't look natural anymore, and they didn't feel so good either.
Tommy saw the look of concern on her face. "You O.K.?" he asked.
"They feel like they're going to burst if we don't do something soon. Tommy, I'm really scared," pleaded Lauren. "A few minutes ago they felt firm, but now they're getting tight."
"I thought this might be an issue. You injected the serum into your flesh, which, as we can see," he said with a glance at Lauren's blossoming bust, "is growing as expected. Your skin, however, is furthest from the injection site. Some of the serum may have gotten to the inner layers of your skin, but we need to apply the growth serum directly - topically."
"Do you think it will work?" pleaded Lauren, gingerly pressing on her turgid breasts, as she began looking through the cabinets for the right serum.
"I think it had better," he confirmed, looking at the taut, semi-spheres protruding from Lauren's feminine frame. "The trick will be to balance the growth of your skin with the growth of your breasts."
Tommy pulled on a set of surgical gloves, and prepared to administer the serum to Lauren's inflated mammaries. "Where's the serum at? Is this it?" he said, holding up a vial of pinkish fluid.
"This is what I used," called Lauren at the same time, holding a beaker of a red fluid.
Tommy looked back and forth between the two containers, his eyebrows raising. "You'd better take a look at something in Dr. Lambert's notes. This could be a problem."
"What is it?" asked Lauren, her stomach sinking.
"Umm...according to what I've read," Tommy started, "the serum is to be diluted with a an inert, biologically safe liquid - like plasma - before use."
"Oh my god, you're right!" whispered Lauren. "How could I have forgotten? I was in such a hurry to pull this off that I just grabbed any bottle. I should have used what Dr. Lambert already mixed." Lauren's panic increased as the pain in her swelling breasts made itself known again. "We've got to do something!" she cried, gingerly cupping her overfilled breasts. "It hurts!"
Tommy grabbed the beaker of the redder fluid, and poured some out onto his gloved hand. "This is all we've got," he said with a shrug.
Lauren presented her swollen breasts, looking and feeling like two cantaloupes under her skin. "Gently now," Lauren admonished Tommy, "they're pretty sensitive right now."
"What about your..." Tommy hesitated, "...your nipples?" He could see that Lauren's aureole had stretched with her skin, almost doubling their normal size.
Lauren though for a second before responding. "Try to get as close as possible, but don't put the serum on them. If I'm going to need a reduction later, I don't know how they'd make my nipples smaller again."
With another shrug, Tommy began applying the serum evenly over the surface of Lauren's substantial white breasts. Lauren's breasts were no longer the familiar, soft, creamy white teacups that Tommy had come to know. In their present state of unnatural expansion, they had become impossibly round, and unusually firm. He could see the veins just under her straining skin, and her inflated orbs created an impressive cleavage without any assistance.
Tommy had to force himself to focus on spreading the serum evenly over both of Lauren's breasts. She didn't need to have too much skin, turning her newly grown breasts floppy, and she also didn't need an uneven dosage between her augmented mammaries. He was going easy with the serum, as her skin would eventually grow and stretch naturally to accommodate the flesh within.
Thankfully, just a few minutes later, Lauren found relief. "It's definitely working, my skin must be growing," she said, cupping her still-engorged breasts. "They're getting softer," she added, her thumbs pressing into her breast flesh.
"But still bigger?" he added, holding up the ball of string. "We're overdue for a measurement."
Noting the time as he wrapped the string around the ruler, Tommy prepared to mark down the latest measurement. "How big am I now?" questioned Lauren, as she pulled her uniform around herself. She had to compress her breasts to get the buttons to reach the holes.
"As of 6:00," he replied, "you've grown to over 43 inches."
"That's just over an inch every 10 minutes," Lauren calculated. "I hope Jenny finds Dr. Lambert soon. I really don't need to get any bigger."
"That's not what you were saying at 5:00," intoned Tommy sarcastically, as he drew Lauren into hugging position. "Besides, it's going to wear off, right?" Lauren leaned into his arms, her bountiful bosom gently squeezed between them.
"Well, it's hard to tell if it's still ramping up or not," Lauren answered. "We'll have to keep taking data to see the trend, if you know what I mean."
At that inopportune moment, Jenny came back into the outpatient room. "Lauren," Jenny said, panting and out of breath, "I've got some bad news - Dr. Lambert is out of town this weekend - he's already left. He must have gone straight to the airport."
"Oh, shit - his sister's wedding!" recalled Lauren, loosening herself from Tommy's embrace, exposing the front of her uniform, filled to almost bursting. "He's coming back first thing Sunday, though."
"Wow!" exhaled Jenny, her mouth and eyes wide open, staring at Lauren's inflated front. The uniform packed Lauren's breasts together, and revealed a couple of inches of cleavage out of the top. "What now?" inquired Jenny.
"Honey," Tommy asked Lauren, "do you want to go to the hospital?"
"Unfortunately," Lauren began, "they wouldn't know what to do anyway. This serum or drug or whatever you want to call it isn't even close to being on the market. They won't have an 'antidote' or counter-treatment until Dr. Lambert finds one. He's been working on it, but for worst case scenarios we knew the patient could always have liposuction."
"We've got some of his notes," Tommy piped in, "I'll see what I can find."
"Why don't you take them with you," instructed Lauren, "there's no point in staying here if Dr. Lambert's not coming. Let's go home."
"Are you sure?" asked Tommy.
"You're O.K?" echoed Jenny.
"Yeah, as long as we take some of the topical solution to keep my skin growing. There's nothing else we can do," declared Lauren. "I'm going to keep growing until I'm done, and that's all there is - then I'll have to get a reduction if they get too big. With that in mind, I'd like to go home and get out of this top," she finished, gesturing towards the gaps in her uniform's buttonline.
Lauren walked behind Tommy and Jenny with Dr. Lambert's notebooks obscuring her bloated bosom. At Tommy's car, Jenny parted company, calling "if you have need anything, just give me a call." Tommy placed the topical growth solution into a cupholder, and Lauren still clutched the notebooks to her blossoming chest as she reached out to close the door. With the door closed, she finally let the notebooks down, revealing that one of the buttons on her top had given out.
Once the car started moving, Lauren unbuttoned the remaining buttons of her uniform. "Excuse me ma'am," Tommy said in a southern drawl, "but that's a mite distracting."
"Shut up and drive, honey," shot back Lauren, her creamy white breasts jutting out towards the dashboard. "At least I can finally breathe again." It was obvious that her breasts were still growing, as they were noticeably larger than the last time Tommy saw them unfettered. He couldn't keep his eyes on her breasts and on the road, but he was sure to glance over whenever he approached a pothole.
"You hungry?" asked Tommy.
"Yes!" responded Lauren instantly. "But get me home first. I'm starving, but I don't want to drive around with my boobs hanging out any more than I have to. Drop me off and get something quick, please."
"You got it," Tommy answered as he turned onto their street, a bit sharper than he needed to. He was rewarded with a view of Lauren's overblown breasts bobbling side to side. As they pulled up the drive next to the old brick house they were renting, Lauren pulled her uniform closed as best she could and once again gathered the notebooks in front of her expanding bosom.
After Tommy opened the car's door as well as the door to their lower flat, Lauren made a quick dash into the haven of their home. She turned back to Tommy, giving him a quick kiss, saying, "hurry back. We have to keep the study going." With that she pulled the notebooks aside giving Tommy a quick eyeful of her developing cleavage, and then shut the door.
Tommy raced to the nearest fast-food joint. Despite his strong desire to get back to his girlfriend and her growing boobs, his efforts were thwarted at every turn. It seemed to Tommy that the morons of the world had been gathered to work at and patronize the very establishment that he could normally zip through in just under two minutes. The moron at the front of the line was full of questions, and the moron behind the counter was plumb out of answers. The next moron in line couldn't decide what he wanted to order despite the extra time afforded him by the first moron's fruitless Q+A session.
When it was finally his turn, Tommy ordered as quickly and clearly as he could, his left foot nervously tapping the floor. The food came, and Tommy threw down a $20. His stomach churned as he watched the moron behind the counter hesitate with the change. "Just keep it," he spat as he grabbed his food and leapt for the door.
Starting up his car, the radio's clock glowed 6:53.
Entering their flat, Lauren dumped the notebooks on the coffee table and began unbuttoning the rest of her uniform as she headed to the bathroom. Dropping her now undersized nurse's white top from around her shoulders, she pulled the mirrored shower doors into their widest position, bobbling her exaggerated breasts in the process.
Looking into the mirror, Lauren was stunned by the sight. Her reflection stared back from behind a pair of enormous breasts. Thanks to the application of the topical serum, her skin was growing as well, allowing her breast to regain a more natural appearance, "as natural as a 43 inch bustline could look on a girl my size!" Lauren thought to herself. "43 inches! That was probably over 20 minutes ago," she thought, appraising the fact that she was still growing.
She hefted her massive mammaries, the flesh overwhelming her tiny hands. Her pink nipples reflected back from the mirror, each centered in her outspread aureole, now faded to a lighter pink from the stretching. Letting go, Lauren watched and felt her breasts settle heavily on her feminine frame. "They've got to stop growing," she said to her reflection. "Not that Tommy is going to mind, but he doesn't have to carry these around, or try to get respect in the medical community, or try to find clothes to fit..." Then Lauren stopped and took a deep breath, aware of the extra weight fighting her lungs. "O.K. Lauren," she said to herself, "get over it. You wanted bigger boobs, and now you have bigger boobs."
She grabbed her robe from the back of the door, and wrapped the thankfully oversized garment around her new-sprung endowments. Rummaging through the junk drawer in the kitchen, she unearthed a measuring tape left over from earlier abandoned clothesmaking efforts.
She was hoping to find that the growth rate had already peaked. "Let's see," Lauren spoke to herself, "I was growing just about an inch every ten minutes, starting from about 5:00," she recalled, "and at 6:00 I measured 43 inches, and now it's... " she craned her neck to find a clock, "...6:37. So," she paused, "I'm hoping to measure less than 46 inches, which would mean the growth is slowing." Removing her robe, and looking at the massive amount of flesh protruding from her chest, Lauren knew that she was still growing, and growing faster.
"Holy shit," she whispered to herself as the tape overlapped itself around her broadening bustline. She grabbed Tommy's handmade datasheet and a pencil, reciting, "at 6:37, subject measures 51 inches around the bust - growth has apparently... " she swallowed hard, "a-accelerated" she finished with a dry throat. Her stomach answered with a rumbling sound. With that, she wondered where the hell Tommy had gone, and thought about what she would do when he finally returned.
Racing to the porch, Tommy found the front door was locked. Already frustrated, he began fumbling for the key when the door was opened for him. Looking up, Tommy was confronted with a beautiful, firm white breast that was as big as his head.
Lauren grabbed Tommy by the collar and dragged him into the flat, and into her glorious mounds of flesh. Tommy went willingly, dropping the bags of food by the door.
Keeping Tommy's head buried between her imposing endowments, which she last measured at 54 inches around, Lauren walked backwards to the bedroom. Reaching the bed, she finally released Tommy from her cleavage. He straightened up, soaking in the spectacle before him. Lauren turned slowly, her smothering breasts extending over eight inches from her ribcage. As her back faced Tommy, she raised her arms to pull her hair up off of her neck. Tommy could see the luscious swells of Lauren's ballooning boobs showing on either side of her torso. Her reached around Lauren's frame and ran his hands along the expanses of flesh, progressing toward her nipples. Along the way, he stopped to savor the feeling of his open hands being entirely filled by Lauren's enlarged breasts. Tommy pushed his hands together and felt Lauren's flesh begin to resist as her breasts pressed into one another. Lauren took in the spectacle of her now lengthy cleavage, bookended by her lover's hands.
Tommy slid his hands under the ponderous weight of Lauren's burgeoning bust, and struggled to corral her once modest mammaries. Thanks to the injections, Tommy needed to use a good part of his forearms to manage all of the womanly flesh. He next moved into a gentle bear hug, with his left hand on Lauren's right breast, and his right on her left. The two of them could not help but notice that the greater portion of Tommy's embrace was filled with Lauren's amazing breasts. Keeping his hold from behind, Tommy peppered Lauren's neck and shoulders with slow, deliberate, wet kisses. Lauren responded by dropping one hand to press Tommy's arms tighter into her soft, wondrous and massive bosom. Her nipples stiffened within the confines of his open palms.
She loosed his grip, and turned back around slowly. Now facing Tommy, who had quickly removed his own shirt while she turned, Lauren pressed her fleshy globes into his bare chest, keeping her spectacular breasts pressed together with her arms. They began kissing, and Lauren continued to rub herself against Tommy, alternating between squeezing one bloated breast into his chest and trapping him in her extensive cleavage.
As the intensity of their kissing grew, Lauren reached down and began fumbling with Tommy's belt and fly. After a few frustrating seconds that produced very little results, Tommy pulled away to get out of his pants. "Sorry," Lauren said, laughing a little as she sat on the bed to pull her own pants off, "I was having trouble seeing around my boobs!"
"I can live with that," Tommy acknowledged. As Lauren kicked her pants off, she reached into the drawer on the bedside table and produced a tube of lotion. "Oh God" was all Tommy could say. Lauren smiled at his reaction, and began squeezing the lotion out onto the shelf of her upper breasts. As the lotion dripped into her cleavage, she dropped the tube on the bed and began rubbing her massive melons together, spreading the lotion evenly throughout the soft valley.
Tommy was already on the bed, but he was reaching for Lauren's slippery slopes in anticipation. She crawled over his legs, and Tommy watched her udders sway and bounce. She positioned herself between his legs, and leaned over his stomach, her nipples grazing his skin. Finally she was in reach, and as she slid her breasts down, Tommy pressed her enormous lubricated lobes together around his erect penis, and tried not to cum right then and there.
Lauren heard Tommy's sudden inhale as his penis was enveloped within her breasts, and she stopped moving - for only a second. Lauren smiled again as she realized that, although she'd tit-fucked Tommy before, it was foreplay only. She had never been able to make him cum with her breasts, and now she felt a power that she knew she was going to like.
As Tommy was being overwhelmed by Lauren's overdevelopment, he relished the fact that his member was completely engulfed within the soft flesh of her bountiful bosom. Her breasts had grown so large and firm, that there was no way he would find himself rubbing against her sternum without deliberately spreading her bulging breasts.
After a few minutes of massaging Tommy's midsection with her mammaries, Lauren reached for more lotion. She sat up over Tommy, and dribbled the lotion onto his cock. She then took her outsized right breast and dragged the nipple up and down the length of his penis. After a few moments, she pressed the full weight of her breast down onto his erect member, burying his hardness into her firm udder. Lauren felt a small twinge of pain as she compressed herself. She sat up again, and it was obvious her breasts projected unnaturally. They were still getting bigger, and they were getting firmer - too firm.
"Sorry honey," Lauren said, "I think we need to stop for a bit. I'm starting to feel like I'm going to burst again".
Tommy could see that Lauren's breasts had swelled since she had greeted him at the door. Her profile looked inflated, though they both knew her breasts were made of heavy, real flesh. "Good thing we brought the topical solution," Tommy chimed, "do you have any gloves?"
"I've got some I use for doing dishes," Lauren replied. "Let's get going, the sooner my skin starts growing the sooner we can get back to business."
"Right!" came the instant reply from Tommy. With that, they both headed for the kitchen. Tommy retrieved the container of the serum, and found Lauren looking under the sink for the gloves. First, she bent at the waist, and the sight of her huge breasts hanging down, reminded Tommy of a milk cow, or rather two standing side by side. Tiring of the position, Lauren bent at the knees, placing one leg between her distended mammaries. She emerged with a box of surgical gloves, obviously lifted from the university medical lab.
"Look at these things!" Andrea exclaimed as she stood up, her free right hand following the slope of her immense bosom, "They're getting huge! No, they are huge!"
"I was looking at them," Tommy quipped, as he took the box of gloves from his bounteously busty girlfriend.
"Smart ass!" Andrea shot back, "I hope they're almost done growing - they look so fake like this!" Andrea emphasized the fact that her breasts were growing almost straight out from her chest.
"When was the last time you measured them?" Tommy asked, pulling the gloves onto his hands.
"I was 54 inches before 7:00," Lauren answered, "and they seemed to be growing faster than before. Just look at them!" Lauren declared again, hoisting her enormous breasts with both hands.
"I am looking," Tommy returned, as he uncoiled the measuring tape, "and I hope to do a lot more than that once we get done with this." He looked at the clock, nothing the time. "As of 7:18, I declare that I want to explore all... " he paused as he encircled Lauren's prodigious bust with the measuring tape, "... 61 inches of your wonderful breasts."
"As soon as you take help give me some room to grow," Lauren said, handing Tommy the topical solution.
Tommy quickly began applying the solution onto Lauren's enlarged breasts, again being careful to spread it evenly. The application took much longer, as Lauren's breasts had grown considerably since he last spread on the topical solution. He slowly moved his gloved hands over the immense globes of flesh protruding from Lauren's torso. Again, Tommy avoided her nipples, but in his heart he longed have his bare hands and his mouth explore every fabulous inch of Lauren's blossoming bosom. As he moved his open palms to the undersides of Lauren's udders, they momentarily disappeared from view. Tommy took a moment to savor the weight of Lauren's endowments. With some effort, he lifted her bulging breasts, and Lauren's voice echoed his thoughts. "I know," she said, "they're getting heavy, aren't they?"
Tommy could only nod, silently lifting Lauren's expanding boobs. Once the topical solution had soaked in, he removed the gloves, and stood back to admire the visage that stood before him. Lauren read his eyes, and turned slowly, raising her arms to hold her hair off her neck. The action lifted her incredible breasts just a bit more, and allowed Tommy to view their considerable mass unobstructed. Her breasts had grown so large that her nipples now resided outside the width of her ribcage. As she turned, she moved closer to Tommy. On her first revolution, her nipples passed within an inch of his bare chest. The second time around, she paused with her back to Tommy, still holding her hair up. Lauren shook her ass, causing her firm dirigibles to sway side to side, their copious size apparent even to Tommy.
"Now," Lauren cooed, "where were we?" She squeezed a few ounces of lotion onto her ponderous protuberances, and began to spread it into the valley between them. As she rubbed the cream across her excessive endowments, she led a speechless Tommy back to the bedroom.
Tommy sat on the edge of the bed, his penis at absolute full attention. Lauren kneeled down and completely filled Tommy's lap with her monumental bosom. He spread his legs a little further, and the luscious mass of Lauren's breasts weighed heavier on his swollen member. Lauren pushed her bloated bags of flesh together and began to squirm, sending Tommy into ecstasy.
Lauren released her mammoth mammaries, and began to drag their luxurious dimensions up and down against Tommy's crotch, absolutely drowning his dick in her abundance. After a few moments, Tommy grabbed what he could of her bounteous bosom, and pushed her away slightly. "I'm about to lose it,' he explained, "but I don't want to stop yet."
Lauren waited while Tommy moved back on the bed, then she crawled up alongside him, her bloated boobs swaying ponderously. As she was more than ready, Lauren quickly straddled Tommy and easily slid onto his manhood. They both let out quiet noises of satisfaction, and Tommy sunk his hands into Lauren's teeming bosom. He kneaded and massaged her copious flesh as she gyrated slowly on top of him.
Tommy only needed to lean up slightly to catch one of Lauren's erect nipples in his mouth. Leaning up a bit further buried his face in a wonderful pillow of flesh. The sound and the pace of their lovemaking began to increase.
Lauren pumped Tommy's cock, faster and faster, as Tommy found himself being buffeted by her distended dirigibles. Her massive udders bounced up against his face and chest with each stroke.
They could sense they were both building to a climax. Suddenly, Tommy pulled Lauren in tight, and she couldn't help but smother him in her excessive endowments. Barely able to breathe, Tommy squeezed Lauren even tighter as he shot his load. On cue with his climax, Lauren came in one long, wet orgasm.
She finally released Tommy. Sitting up, Lauren cradled her udders, presenting her stretched out aureoles surrounding her hardened nipples. She released her boobs, watching them bounce heavily, and asked, "how big do you think I am now?"
Tommy wasted no time, pulling himself out from between Lauren's legs and jumping off the bed. He returned with the measuring tape, and stood behind Lauren. She raised her arms, and Tommy observed the fleshy curves of her bosom extending out on both sides. He dropped the tape and used both hands to heft as much of Lauren's impossible breasts as her could. "My god, you feel incredible," he whispered in her ear. In response, Lauren grabbed both his hands and squeezed them into her mountains of flesh.
Eventually, Tommy freed one hand and groped for the measuring tape. He wrapped it around Lauren's seemingly ever-expanding bustline as Lauren adjusted the tape to ride across her nipples.
"Sixty-five inches," Tommy announced, followed by a whistle.
"Maybe it's finally leveling off," Lauren said hopefully. "We need to get back to Dr. Lambert's notes. But first," Lauren said, as she covered her nipples with her hands, "I need to find something that will fit." She walked to her closet, steadying her unfamiliar, enormous breasts with her arms. Lauren quickly sorted through her blouses, realizing that anything with buttons would now be too small.
Next, Lauren opened a drawer full of t-shirts, and pulled out the biggest, stretchiest shirt she could find. She wrestled a few feet of fabric over her unfettered bosom, looking at her nipples tenting the material. "O.K., show's over," she said playfully to Tommy. "Let's get to work."
Though they were both tired from the excitement of the past hours, Lauren and Tommy sat down at the kitchen table with Dr. Lambert's notes and their own textbooks, looking for a way to reverse Lauren's condition. They sat mostly in silence, Lauren with her breasts squeezed between herself and the table, holding the books upright so she could read them, Tommy scribbling chemical formulas and sketching molecular diagrams.
Eventually, Lauren had a small breakthrough, and shared her hypothesis with Tommy.
"I think this just may work," agreed Tommy after he examined the formulas and figures for a second time. "It may not work over night, certainly."
"That's alright," Lauren said. "I'm not necessarily in a huge hurry. We could enjoy this for a while," she said seductively. "You won't complain will you?"
"Hell no," Tommy responded almost instantly.
"Can you double check the formulas and finish up?" Lauren asked as she pushed her chair back.
"Tired?" Tommy asked.
"It's more because I'm too big to reach the table with these tits in the way!" Lauren exclaimed. Her still-enlarging breasts obscured her upper body and filled her lap. She lifted herself up and headed off to bed.
"Another measurement?" called out Tommy, longingly.
"Just put down 'bigger than before'," Lauren paused and cupped the ends of her huge breasts. "Make that 'a lot bigger', or 'huge'... 'gigantic'... 'enormous'... 'mammoth'... " Tommy listened to her trail off as she went to bed.
Lauren awoke to the sound of the bedside phone ringing, but found she had trouble reaching for the offending sound. Lauren, at her original size, had certainly felt her breasts jiggle, and, at certain times of the month they would even bounce, but this was a whole new world. She had awoken on her side, with her over-developed breasts squeezed between her arms. Her left breast mostly covered her left arm, and her right breast was pressed on top of the left by her right arm. Although her breasts were flattened a bit, stacked up in this manner they were still wider than her ribcage by an easy six inches.
As she stirred, she could feel that the skin in between her breasts was slick with sweat. As she rolled onto her back, Lauren felt the weight of her sizable right breast shift across her ribcage, momentarily compressing her lungs before rolling away from it's partner. Even though she had stopped on her back, her breast continued to flow to her right towards the mattress. In the meantime, through the haze of her sleepy eyes, she could see that her breasts had continued growing during the night. Her skin hadn't quite kept pace, as they were firm and full again, but not uncomfortably so.
Lying on her back, the huge mounds of flesh spread out onto her arms. Her nipples sat atop her breasts, almost a full foot above the rest of her body. Through the canyon of her cleavage, she could see the rest of her body. With a small squeeze from her arms, the gap closed.
The phone rang again, and Lauren finished her ponderous roll to answer it. "Hello?" she whispered with the husky remains of sleep in her throat.
"Hi Lauren, this is Dr. Lambert, sorry to wake you," said the voice from the earpiece. "Someone left a message on my service saying there had been some sort of problem with one of the test subjects and I needed to call you A.S.A.P."
Lauren's thoughts caught up with her. "No, no problem," she began, corralling her massive bosom with her free arm. "Everything is under control. Nothing to worry about."