"Yeah, not one of their best, but the animation was good. Enough about the movie, tell me a little more about yourself. I know you are getting your PHD in Medical Technology and it's your second year," I ask as I admire his handsome face.
"Uh... well, what more do you want to know?".
"Well... more than the basics, like what is your thesis and do you have an experiment, and where is your lab? You know, more details."
"You're sure you want to know? It's pretty dull..."
"Yeah, fair is fair. At dinner all we talked about was me. You asked about my PHD in Human Psychology, and how I liked my first year; what I planned to do with my advanced degree, blah-blah-blah. Come on, talk to me - you have a cute voice."
Long blush. "Um, I'm working on a new type of artificial skin graft. It's an organic polymer, similar to a starch-based plastic. It's supposed to help burn victims and severe trauma patients."
"Wow, that's pretty cool. But why this experiment, I mean, what motivated you to create this?"
"Promise not to laugh... my dog died in a fire. His body was over 90% burned when he crawled out of the smoke. It messed me up pretty bad, and that's what motivated me to become a scientist. I want to make something that will help others."
"That's sweet... so, can I see your lab or is it top secret?"
"Um, it's not top secret, you can see it any time next week."
"Okay, I'd like that." We finish our conversation and say the usual 'I had a great time '. Scott starts to leave and I lean over to give him a kiss on the cheek.
"Come on in, Dawn" says Scott.
"Thanks for inviting me, Scott," I reply and let him have a good look at my legs.
"Um... here.... I'll show you my work. (he tries not to look too long at my fine pair of legs) In this tank I have the organic solution. In its current state it's a liquid. I can use it to coat the wound and then it dries to flesh consistency when exposed to the body. It's only 2 degrees warmer than body temperature so it shouldn't be too uncomfortable when it first comes into contact. Here's the great thing, if I give this stuff a special kind of nutrient bath, it can replicate and grow forming a completely artificial skin."
"Wow.." I move in closer putting my nose just inches away from Scott's (If this guy doesn't start making a move, I swear I'll jump him right now!!) "Scott, does it ever get lonely here in this lab all by yourself?" I whisper softly into his ear.
"Yes.." says Scott. I watch him bring a hand to my face and I tremble as he slowly traces his fingers down to my neck.
(Blushing)"Really?!" My breathing starts to get heavy and my pulse quickens. After two straight hours of kissing and heavy petting we take a little time out and sit on Scott's oversized couch that's placed in the corner of the lab.
"Scott, can I ask you a question?"
"Yeah, sure."
"You say that your experiment acts as an artificial skin, but do you have any control on how it grows?"
"Yeah, sure, I can affect the density, size, shape... you know - basic stuff."
"Well, could you make some body parts bigger, say like someone's boobs?"
"Yeah, I could use it to make a woman's breasts bigger but why?"
"Make mine bigger."
"ARE YOU SURE? You have very lovely breasts."
"Look, Scott, can the sensitive crap. My B-Cups are fine, this isn't because of low self esteem. I need to write a Psych paper, but I was stuck for a topic. Then I remembered an old article I read about this woman who wore these huge fake breasts for a week, and recorded the reactions she got from other people."
"Oh- I get it, you want to make your breasts grow larger and observe how people react. "
"Yep, but can you make them big, really big?"
"Yes, just give me a day to make the adjustments. Come back tomorrow night and I'll have everything set up."
"You ready...?" asks Scott.
"Yep, I just submitted my idea to my professor. The old pervert seemed excited." I reply
"Okay here's the deal. You will need to spend 6 hours in this extensive care tube. Once it's sealed I'll pump in the artificial skin solution.. You'll need to wear these plugs so certain bodily orifices do not become sealed up."
"Ummm... you have got to be kidding," I reply as I look at the small plastic plugs Scott places in my hand.
"Don't worry, its okay - last week I tried it on some rats and they had no ill effects. This thing is completely safe, non-mutagenic and it allows your skin to breathe. There might be some itching at first but that will pass once you completely dry."
"Okay, what the hell."
I go into another room to change and insert the 'special plugs.' After five minutes I come out wrapped in a towel and I climb into the machine. Scott acts like a gentleman and turns his back as I enter the tank. I seal the hatch and tell Scott to turn around.
"Okay Scott, I'm ready," I say. I feel like a pig in a blanket.
"All right, you have six hours, you can watch TV or sleep. To use the remote just say 'change' and the TV will move up one channel."
"Man... you thought of everything, but where will you be?"
"Me.. I'll be monitoring the process, so don't worry."
"Okay..... you know a girl cooped up in this thing sure could be taken advantage of."
Scott starts to blush, "I would never do that."
"Silly I know you wouldn't, but I almost wish you would," I whisper and I give my lips a slight lick. Scott takes the bait and the hours just fly by.
"So Scott, what do you think?" I ask him as I take my hands and run them down my naked body. Scott just stands with his jaw touching the floor.
"What the...Um , err." Scott mumbles.
"Don't be such a prude, this isn't my real skin and I'm not truly naked."
"But.... Yes you are, I see your nipples, and your..."
"Yeah.... but they're not mine they're what your computer gave me. I look like one of those animated characters, but I can't complain. I'm a C cup now, BUT explain this to me; WHY IS MY BUTT BIGGER?"
Scott flinches back, "I did it for proportional reasons. Your lower body will fill out ever so slightly as your top gets bigger."
"It's no big deal. It's almost 7:30am. I got to get ready for class." I rush over and quickly put on my clothes. Poor Scott just sits there dumbfounded.
After class I head back to Scott's lab to ask him a few questions.
"So Scott, let me get this straight... once every few days I take a shower in some nutrient bath which gives my 'second skin' nutrients it needs to grow?." I ask as I watch him set up a strange storage tank..
"Yep, real simple, all it takes is 15 minutes and you're on your way."
"Oh, I'm not worried about the time, just how long will it take to reach my final size?"
"Well..... I did some quick calculations, you should increase a cup size every four days."
"Hand me the calendar....Lets see I'll reach a double I cup on the 23rd of November and the paper is due on the 24..that's perfect. One more thing, how much weight am I going to pack on?"
"Not much, but some... I was afraid that any large increase in weight would put too much strain on your back, so I made the artificial skin increase its volume by absorbing air. By the time you reach your final size you should only weigh an extra 10 to 15 pounds."
"Wow, that's great! Umm, one more thing. You said this stuff would itch. Well, I have this itch on my back would you mind?" I take off my shirt and show Scott my bare back. Scott just stands there clueless. "It's right in the center could you scratch it?" I ask politely. I then arch my back and give Scott my best devilish little grin. This is almost too easy.
I notice men are taking longer glances. I enter the store and check my list.. spaghetti sauce, apples, sugar...CRASH... I look up and I see a clerk lying on the ground. He was on a ladder setting up a display. I think I know what happened. That sucker was looking down my shirt and leaned over too far causing him to fall. HA!! serves him right.
The next thing on my list is to pick up some dry cleaning. I enter the store and no one is at the counter. I ring the bell but no one comes. In the corner of my eye I catch some movement. Damn!!! ya little #^&*+ are you too busy to get up from your chair. It's time to play dirty. My shirt is pretty loose so I put on a bored look and lean over the counter. Anyone in front can now see all of my glory. It doesn't take long to get my dry cleaning after that. This is starting to be fun.
I'm finished with my errands and before I buy the bra I decide to go to the local ice cream parlor. I walk into an empty store except for a waitress working below the counter. The ringing bell on the door catches her attention; she stands up and asks for my order. I ask for strawbery-banana. I notice that when I pay for the ice-cream she looks at my boobs then looks down at her chest. Her boobs are bigger than mine. I reach for my ice-cream and hand her my money. When she hands back my change the young waitress gives me this look of 'my boobs are bigger than yours so I'm better than you'. I refuse to feed her complex and I leave without saying a word.
"Say, Dawn?" asks Kay (short for Katherine) .
"Yes, Kay?" I ask as I put down my newspaper.
"May I ask you a personal question?"
"Sure ."
"Are you getting bigger?"
"Yep"
"By your calm manner it must be by your choice."
"Yep...why? Do you want the joys of a bigger bust line?"
"Be serious! I wouldn't be able to stay on the balance beam at gymnastics, besides, what gives?"
"I'm doing a Psych paper and I'm recording the reactions people have as I increase in size. My new boyfriend, Scott, let me use his experiment. I'm covered in this artificial skin and every four days I increase about a cup size. Pretty neat huh?"
"Yeah, I'll say. Just how big are you going to get?"
"I'll probably max out at an double I cup. Why do you ask?"
"At the end of the semester I have my big photography project due. I've been stumped for weeks, but you just gave me an idea. Would you mind helping?"
"Um, yea, sure, anything for a friend."
"GREAT, I have to okay it by my professor, but I think she'll like it."
"WAIT a minute... not Mrs. Moon! What kind of project will that fossil hippie approve of?"
"Nothing bad, trust me."
I'm at the mall and it's getting harder to find a dress that fits me. The woman behind the counter didn't believe my measurements. Screw her! I grab six dresses. I look over my shoulder and I see the sales clerk scowl. Damn, I should leave but this is the only place that I can find something cheap in my size. I walk to a tiny dressing room praying that one of these dresses will fit. I'm standing in my white panties with one leg in the dress when the door opens. $^%*& I should have locked the thing. The saleswoman looks like she's going to say something rude. Then she notices my big tits. My breasts now stick out a healthy four inches from my chest and cover my first rib. They have become quite impressive. I look up and the woman has lost all her color. She says a quick 'sorry' and closes the door. I can't help but smirk. Thankfully this last dress fits.
I meet Scott at the movie. We decided to watch some scary thriller flick. I can't wait to latch onto his arm. I just hope these breasts don't get in the way. The dress is loose all over except for the bust. I couldn't get the last button to connect resulting in cleavage that a blind man couldn't miss. Poor Scott can barely hold onto the drink. The poor boy manages to muster up some courage and takes me by the arm. We walk into the theater and have a good time.
"Great movie huh, thanks for letting me hold your arm."
Poor devil, I must have smacked him half a dozen times with my boobs during the flick.
"Yeah, what a ride. Man, look at the time... It's getting late do you want me to drive you home?"
"Come on Scott its' Friday ni..... (realization) yeah, sure you can take me home. My roommate should be at the bars tonight so we have the house to ourselves." I reach over and pull Scott close. I hope this perfume is working because I give the man the most lustful look I can manage. Scott's ears turn a bright red and he swallows hard.
"Ummm sure, let's go to your house."
************
"So here we are at your house," Scott says as he reaches for the car door.
"What's your rush - you that interested in seeing me go?" I ask and give him a longing look.
"No it's....."
"Come on Scott you and I both know these suckers are fake, why are you so nervous?"
"Its not that, even without them I find you so very beautiful." He looks at me with those dark eyes long and hard, and I feel a blush start to rise in my cheeks.
"Look at me Scott, you are making me blush. Is it me or is it real hot in here." I reach down and unbutton the last three buttons of my dress unleashing my monster bosom and the tiniest hint of an erect nipple. Scott looks like a deer trapped in headlights. I slowly reach over gently taking his hand and place it on my right breast. Thank god he has big hands or most of this tit would go to waste. My breath quickens as he slowly slides his hand up my... ****WAIT A MINUTE!!! these things are way too sensitive! *****
"Scott hold up, I'm on fire, you didn't tell me these things were going to be so sensitive."
"I'm sorry, are you okay? I didn't mean any harm."
"Scott ,don't worry. Everything is perfect - just explain to me why my fake breasts are more sensitive than my real ones?"
"My original plan was this: as the body heals and the patient's skin grows back I designed the synthetic covering to be very conductive to nerve impulses. Its kind of like an amplifier. I did this so doctors will know when the patient is fully healed."
"Damn, Scott, you're a friggin' genius! Come on, let's try these suckers out!" I say as I grab Scott's hand tightly and drag him into my house. I had a great weekend! Didn't get a bit of studying done. Scott and I had one hell of a sexual marathon. For the whole weekend I dressed like a braless slut and loved every minute of it. Scott has finally loosened up. I was right, he... is... incredible!
I try to run to class. The key word is try. I must be a double F now. Halfway there it starts to rain. Crud, at least it's not cold. I manage to make it with 8 minutes to spare. I grab a paper and notice that a group of girls are looking at me with total disgust. Sorry! some of us didn't have time to comb our hair and put on a little make-up. Then I see the reason why they're staring. I look over in the glass at my reflection. My nipples are as plain as day in this wet shirt. They look like two bright pink silver dollars. I'm tempted to turn around and go home but today is the last quiz. If I get a zero I'll blow my chance of getting a B in the course. I grab a news paper and try to use my back pack to cover my front.
I enter the class and hope for the best. The place is packed and I have to sit in the very middle. I put my stuff down and the room goes silent. This sucks! I can feel every pair of male eyes looking at me. As I think of a way to get out of this I see one of the TA's wave me over. It's Lori, she and I were in the same orientation program. She looks at me with sympathy and says I can take the quiz in her office. She informs me that when I'm finished I can drop it off in her mailbox and she'll grade it. I thank her and quickly leave the room.
I can hear the sounds of whispers down the hall. No doubt everyone is saying, 'did you see the size of her tits and no bra!' I manage to score a 90%. Good thing too because, as sure as my jugs hit my knee when I tie my shoes I would have failed that quiz and probably half the class too. After class I go out and buy a bunch of different size bras and some XXXX-lg sweat shirts. I will never let that happen again.
I also notice the negative behavior from the female employees. A female clerk looks disgusted when I ask for a larger size blouse. She shows me where the plus sizes are mumbling that these are the only blouses that could possibly fit me. Next at the grocery store I overheard two male employees arguing on who was going to bag my groceries. To top it all off I went to the library to return two overdue books. When I reached into my purse to pay for the fines the MALE librarian just winked and told me not to worry about it.
I'm finally finished with my errands. Next I go to my aerobics class. I quickly change in the locker room. I can't help overhearing three women whispering about the size of my breasts. My leotard pinches slightly across my chest, but fortunately I was able to find a sports bra that fit. The bra holds but even this wonder of modern science can't prevent my boobs from bouncing everywhere during the work out. My high impact aerobics class lasts for 55 minutes. When the class started most of the stationary bikes in the workout room were empty. Halfway through the class all the bikes were in use by males staring intently at my chest. I left the class in a hurry, but I swear I saw drool on the floor.
I drive home still wearing my workout clothes. I have the heat on full blast because it's damn cold outside. I pull my car up to the drive way and open the door . The cold air hits me like a splash of ice water causing my huge nipples to emerge from my sports bra.
"Man is it cold out here. I hope my roommate turned the heat on before she left. It looks like I'm smuggling peas." I say to myself as I open the door. When I walk into the main room I'm surprised to see Scott sitting on the couch studying. He's made a small cheese and fruit tray and has a pot of my favorite tea on the table. I waste no time snuggling up real close. "What brings you here so late at night?" I ask.
"I have a test next Tuesday and I needed some help studying. Would you mind helping me for a couple of hours?"
"Why sure, I'd love to," I whisper. When we begin to study I lift up Scott's arm and press my right breast firmly into his chest. Life couldn't be better..
I was thinking about typing more on my paper, but now even that's becoming difficult. My arms constantly rub on my breasts when I type which destroys my concentration. Not to mention it's almost impossible seeing the keyboard over these monster double H breasts.
Knock, knock..."Who's there?" I ask still standing in the bathroom.
"It's me, Scott. How long are you going to be in there?" he asks from a closed door.
"Not much longer, come on in." Poor Scott still hasn't gotten used to my casual topless attitude. But I will be damned if I have to put up with digging bra straps any more than I have to..
Scott walks in and does a double take. I give him a little wink as he sits down on the bath counter.
"I finished my test early and came over wanting to know if you need any help studying or if you wanted to go out to lunch?"
"Lets go out to lunch, I am all caught up 'til after break." I notice Scott is staring more than usual, "Hey, Scott what's wrong? You've never stared this much before?"
"Ohh, its an old memory, I'm sorry."
"You better tell me, now that I'm curious."
"You promise not to laugh? When I was a freshman in college I had a bad crush on this girl at my dorm. Anyway, she was very chesty and the women on her floor claimed she constantly checked herself out in the mirror."
"Oh I get it.... You're having a flash back, right? Here let me help." I let my towel drop from my waist so I can show off every inch of my lascivious body. I look at Scott in the corner of my eye, and he is hypnotized. I turn sideways and place my arms behind my head. I then take three deep breaths watching my over-augmented breasts rise and fall. Next, I face the mirror and place my hands on my hips. I give my shoulders a little shake. I must admit the results are impressive.
Poor Scott seems to have lost his mind. Before Scott can react I plop down into his lap, take both of his hands and place them on my breasts. I thought the poor guy was going to die. I then slowly move Scott's hands in a gentle circular motion watching my cleavage ebb and flow with the movement. I add to the effect by letting out a little moan . I didn't realize it, but after a few minutes I had stopped moving his hands and he took over. After our foreplay I placed my chest on the bathroom counter and spread my legs wide. My sweet Scott made love to me like a wild animal. After that we took a long hot bath together.
I decided to dress up for my presentation. I wear an old dress skirt that can still fit my big butt, and a nice blouse I bought from a maternity store. I had to borrow one of Scott's sport jackets because nothing would even come close to fitting me in the women's department. Even though the class knew my boobs were fake I still had the complete attention of the whole class. I finish to polite applause and hand in my written report. I'm not surprised to see a perfect score on my oral presentation, I knew that dirty old man would like my paper.
I head home and take off my dress shoes, my giant bosom has changed my center of gravity playing havoc on my calves and lower back. I can think of nothing finer than a hot bath and dinner with Scott. I'm surprised when I see Kay and Scott working on something at the kitchen table. Both have huge grins on their faces when I walk in.
"Hey Dawn, good to see you! You know about my big photography project I asked you to help with?" asks Kay.
"Yeah you told me at the beginning of the month." I reply.
"Well Scott and I have been working out the details and he says it is 100% doable."
"And what might that be?" I ask. I fear that I am going regret offering to help..
"I would like to make your boobs much, much, MUCH, bigger!"
"Just how much bigger?" I ask as Scott and Kay take on the expressions of mad scientists.
"Lets just say your next bra could be a wheelbarrow."
I look down at my basketball-sized tits that are straining the buttons on Scott's jacket. I pull up a chair and give a timid smile.
"Don't worry, I worked out the calculations, we can have you back to normal by Tuesday," replies Scott.
"Okay I'll do it, but only on one condition. When my fake boobs become so big I have difficulty moving about, I want to be waited on hand and foot by the both of you. No laundry, no cooking, nothing, you guys have to do it all. All I want to do is enjoy a nice quiet Thanksgiving dinner and watch TV. Is it a deal?" The room is quiet as Scott and Kay look at each other. Then they both get huge grins and give each other a high five. Kay then looks at me and says,
"It's a deal, no work and all you have to worry about is getting bigger."
Kay then reaches under the table and places a large yellow envelope on the table. I reach over and pour out the contents. Inside is a tiny G-string that's colored like the American flag, a goofy green shiny wig, two crisp 100 dollar bills, a pair of wraparound mirrored shades, and some green lipstick. I shudder thinking about what I'm going to look like at the photo-shoot. "I'm going to do a photo portrait of you as the symbolic representation of American greed... So what do you think?"
I look at Scott, and I can't help noticing the devilish little twinkle in his eye as I shrug my shoulders, "What the hell, sounds like a winner to me."
To be Continued