Chapter Seven

 

The death of Serena was difficult for everyone in the Brisby family, but it was especially hard for James since he was a fraternal twin.� All through their teenage years, they fought like cats and dogs, but there always remained a certain closeness.��

James and Serena were always taken by outsiders, who seemed fascinated not only by the fact of having a twin, but by how completely different they were, in looks and personality. Then, growing up, there was the barrage of stupid questions that people felt the need to ask.� �Oh, so is your sister identical?�

�Um no.� I have a penis and my sister has a vagina.� We are fraternal twins.� Boy vs. Girl.�� James would reply.� That answer always seemed to stop the stupid people in their tracks.

Another common question was to ask who was older, as if it mattered at all who was plucked out of their mother's large belly first.� James always said, proudly, �I�m her big brother, five minutes older.�� So, the prospect of his sister being alive was exiting; he just felt uncomfortable with the idea of her being in this odd place.�

�You look nervous.� Said Beth as James stood in the elegant hallway staring at the large oak door.�

�I haven�t seen her in so long.� I can not explain to you what it�s like, going to a person�s funeral and then be told that the person you mourned for isn�t really dead.�

�Well, there is only one way to find out if it�s really her.�� Beth held out her hand and knocked on the door.�

Slowly the door opened, and on the other side was a smiling face that warmly greeted them in.� �Yes?� James?� Oh my God is that you?�

�Serena?� Oh wow, you�re beautiful.�� The emotions were thick and the two held each other in a long familial hug.� �You really ARE alive!� said James, wiping a tear of joy from his eye.� �And. . God you look different.� Lovely, really.��

�It�s SO nice to see you.� said Serena in between breaths of laughing and crying.� �Well don�t just stand here, come in, come in.� she said, shaking her hand excitedly gesturing them into the room, and wiping the tears from her wet face.� �What a shock to see you James.�� Then Serena turned to Beth, and said �Beth you�ve done amazing.� Thank you for the surprise.�

Beth looked to Serena and smiled and gave a satisfying slow humble nod, �your welcome.� I�ll be leaving and let you two catch up on family matters.�

�Thank you again.�

�Serena led them into the room, outstretched her arm, in a welcoming gesture, to sit on the long modern sofa.�

Serena had the classic model�s body; tall, willowy, with an elegant shape.�� Her short brown hair was neatly gelled in a stylish manner, dressed in a red casual skirt that softly swooshed with the breeze of her stride.� Her simple print blouse neatly circled her thin waist, but accentuated her, now, surprisingly sizable breasts.� James never remembered Serena to have such large breasts, and it almost embarrassed him to notice, since this was his sister.�

�Serena caught his glance as she sat down on the chair facing the sofa.�� Yes, James, I know, there have been a lot of changes over the past year, my figure being one of them.���

�Yes.� I didn�t want to be rude since it�s been so long.� That�s not a good thing to say first thing.� But since you brought it up, did you get breast implants?�

You know I always said if anything were to happen to me, I would donate my body to science, because �what use is my flesh in the ground, if my body could cure cancer.�

�I know you�ve always been noble about that, but I don�t know if I like you being in this place.�� James said tilting his head, glancing around at the surroundings.

�James, I�m alright.� People treat me well here.�

�Through learning about genetics, and cancer research, this company found something amazing; a key to creating tissue regeneration and also natural breast augmentation.� The possibilities are astounding.��

I am undergoing cancer research.� Every week I take part in a study.� A mix of genetically altered blood and my own body fat transferred to the breasts was implanted into my system, delightfully making things grow instead of sag or die with age.� Since you are my twin and we have the same blood type, the scientists are interested in having you partake in a study.�

�And what would they do.� said James hesitantly.�

�No worries.� Said Serena, �some simple blood tests.� There are other studies you can participate in, but that is up to you.�

�What other studies?�� said James, inquisitively.�

�They do research on male and female enhancements.�� Said Serena, mater-of-fact.�

�Well, when you put it that way.� And who doesn�t want to be bigger than they are?�� Said James with a sheepish grin.� �It could be interesting.�

�James.� Do your reading first.� Learn about what the risks are. Be very honest with the doctors.� If you do decide to go with one of those studies, be careful.� Our genetics and blood type mixed with whatever they put in their injecting concoctions can do some unusual things.�

�Such as what?��

�Things can keep growing and other unknown effects.�

�Is that a bad thing� said James with another sheepish grin.

�James! �� Serena gave him a disgusted, but playful look and a quick box to the shoulder.� �Seriously, they haven�t quiet perfected a cure.�� Yes, those who partake in the study are fairly compensated monetarily.� However, I�m not sure it is worth it.��

�Why do you say?� said James.

�Because it�s happening to me.��

�Oh.� But why are you here?�

�Well, I�d be dead right now if it wasn�t for me agreeing to this.� Genetics and tissue regeneration saved my life.� All I had to do is sign of the dotted line.�

��However, the results can be very unpredictable.� In fact, doctors are unsure why some patients keep growing and others stop.� It�s like a form of 'gigantomastia' or depending on the age of the person, 'virginal hypertrophy.' ��This condition is thought to be due to sensitivity, possibly genetic or congenital, of the breasts to estrogen. Some doctors who specialize in teens have used high dose progesterone like Depoprovera in an effort to counteract the estrogen.� But with adults, it is even a bigger mystery.� Thank goodness there is no pain involved.� The tissues grow very quickly, which is unusual.� No stretch marks.� But even more curious, there is a similar condition which seems to affect male genetalia as well.� Things just grow bigger.�

Serena and James continued chatting until the day grew tired and waxed into evening.� They wandered down to dinner at Dorchesters, one of several fine restaurant on the first floor.� They laughed, joked, grimaced and quietly listened to each other, filling in the gaps of time.� It was good to know she was alive.� But the strangeness of this place still left him uneasy.

�I don�t understand. �said James after taking a sip of Cabernet.� Why didn�t I have a choice? ��I was wrenched from my life and told �your family and friends think your dead.� �Serena, this is �..fucked!� ��It�s great to know your alive, and I�ve enjoyed my stay here, but really. . . . . . . . . .fucked!�� James raised his hand in a fist to punctuate his profanity.

�James, I understand your frustration.�

 

�No, no you don�t.� You had a choice.�

�My choice was limited.� It was either this place or death.� said Serena, raising her voice with growing irritation.

�Right.� And I was drugged here.� You take choices away from people and it always ends up enraging them.� This is an odd thing to be happening in the free world, taking people away from their livelihoods for some sick scientific study.� said James furrowing his brow in an angry line.

�James, listen to me.� Serena raised her voice more sternly.� �You are a unique case.� You and I are like the fountain of youth.� Our genetics, mixed with whatever genetic soup they put into us, has a reversing effect on aging.� We are one of a kind.�

�You mad.� You�ve really gone mad.�� said James, stretching his voice in an angry legato.��

�James, it�s true.� That�s why they�ve been looking for you.� What world organisation wouldn�t want to possess the power behind the fountain of youth.� Age gracefully.�

James narrowed his angering eyes, and slowed his speech.� �Then why haven�t any doctors here said anything yet to me.��

�Because they thought it would be better for me to tell you first.� Look, I know how this all sounds.� It�s a shock for you.�

�You�re my sister.� I love you.� This is absolutely mad�.. complete bollocks!� I must be getting back.�

�James, you can�t.�� Serena outstretched her arm as James tossed the cloth napkin on the floor.��

�I�m sorry, I have to leave.� I love you.� But I can�t stay.�� James stormed out of the restaurant and down the ornate hallway.��

�James. . . . . . . . . �� Serena paused a moment, watched him go, and began to run after him.� �James.� Serena stared down the long hall, only to see a void.� He had gone.� But where?

His pace picked up, and he began to run, through the maze of corridors, dodging around an occasional statue, or plant which punctuated some of the Georgian interior-decorating, leftover over from the buildings� manor house days.� All people suddenly became threats.� Unsure of who to trust, he hid around wide doorways, snuck around ornately carved staircases, peered through large old tropical plants, and oozed around the statuary works of art.� Swallowing hard, he felt the adrenaline raise his heartbeat and quickened his breath.� The East Wing, would be a more likely escape.� Not as many people, he thought, to be spotted by.� You would certainly be a fool to try the front entrance, with the secretaries keeping watch and people walking about.

At last.� A door!� Down a stone walkway, he could see a thick oak door at the end.� A long row of neo-gothic windows cast golden light on the tiles below.� He peered through the old wavey glass panes, and found that, the door he was pursuing, looked like it lead into a small formal garden next to the conservatory.� This might work he thought, as he dodged through another doorway and around another plant.�

�Mr. Brisby.�� He heard a man�s voice echoing down the hallway.� James peered from behind a large vase filled philodendron vines, and froze in surprise to hear his name.���

�Mr. Brisby.�� The man�s voice was calm and deliberate.� �I�d advise you to go no further.�� The voice continued and the sound of footsteps grew closer.� �James, you have an appointment you musn�t miss.�

Where was he???� James scanned the hallway.� Like a wild animal trapped, James saw no other option, than to flee from this �predator�.� The door looked to be within 10 meters away from where he stood.� Nothing was going to stop him now.� He quickly plotted and rehearsed the plan in his head�� head low, a fast dash to the statue on the other side, and then a quick sprint out the doorway.�� And then it happened.� His mind was running so quickly adrenaline made it seem as if time has slowed.� Swallowing hard again, in a burst of energy he fled from his hiding spot.� �Keeping his head low running. . .� . .

�James Brisby!! This is for your own good.�

�Nooooooo!�� The sound of rushing footsteps and a sharp paralyzing pain stinging his back brought him to his knees.� Confusion flooded his mind, as his body collapsed like a heap on the ground in front of the door, blacking out.

 

 

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Chapter Eight

 

�James?� a soft voice cooed in his ear.� �James, can you hear me?��

�Where am I?�� said James, looking around the stark white room.

�Your in hospital.� You have had a bad fall.��

�Hhhhhhhhhh.� Yeah, I�ll say.� Fall.� Right.�� James sat up in bed rubbing his head trying to remember how he got here.� His memory seemed hazy.� But he recognized the face in front of him.� �Beth?�

�I came up to see you as soon as I heard you were here.�

James suddenly grabbed Beth by the shirt-collar, and drew her close in.� He narrowed his seething eyes, and looked into her face with a look that made her shiver.� �Why do I keep ending up like this?� His bottom teeth, shown through the tight mouth and punctuated the angry look.

�James, let me go. . . . � Beth said in a surprised look, feeling the strength of his grip tighten.

�Why must I �repeatedly be put in this drugged state?�� James tightened the grip around the fabric of her blouse twisting it more.

�Ugggg.� HHhhhh�� James, let me go, you�re hurting me. . Hhhhh.�� Beth said in short bursts.� Her hand reached the side of the bed, fingers outstretched, trying to reach a call button.� �James!�

�I know my sister is alive, and that is enough.� But let me go.��

�I�m afraid you�re the one that needs to let me go, Hhh.� Uggg.� said Beth in increasingly short breathes.

�What is this place?�� James said in rage.

Just then, a rather distinguished portly man walked into the room.� He was well dressed, in a well tailored, double-breasted, navy blue suit.� James thought him to look like a thinner version of Alfred Hitchcock.� �Let her go James.�� The calm voice continued.� James recognized the well educated voice from when he tried to escape the hallway.� �Let her go.�� The man continued.�

James didn�t really want to hurt Beth, but in his frustration, he wanted answers.� He loosened his grip and let her go, begrudgingly.� �Uggg.�� said Beth rubbed her neck backing away from the bed, coughing.�

�Mr. Brisby,�� the gentleman continued talking and walked closer to his bed not loosing eye contact.� � I�m very sorry.� You have had quiet an ordeal I know.� I regret, we should have explained things sooner to you, but we thought it would make the transition easier for you if your sister explain things first.� Let me introduce myself.� I�m Dr. Clive Darrington, president of the Newcastle Center for BioTech Research.�� You see, your sister is a bit of an anomaly to us. . . . . �and when we found out she had a twin, we knew your life would be in danger.�

�I don�t understand.�� said James, with a look of tired disgust.� �Explain.�

�As you know, your sister Serena has a heart for cancer research which, we do much of that here, at the NCBTR.� But a large part of what we do here is study genetics and tissue growth.� I�m afraid some of our practices may be considered unethical on the outside world.� But our research here has helped reconstructive surgery and advanced surgical techniques the world over.

�Why do you say unethical?�� said James.�

�We also study the effects of tissue growth paired with sexual practices.� This certainly wouldn�t be considered ethical in the outside world.� We call it Nudas Veritas, or naked truth.� People are afraid to discuss the human body and sexual pleasure scientifically.� People are often afraid of discussing their personal fetishes openly and feel the need to hide them.� There are certain taboos that people don�t like to discuss.� We here at the NCBTR have conducted studies which explore the psychology of this phenomenon along with scientific research on the human body.

James� foggy head was swimming with the remaining effects of the tranquillizer he�d been hit with, and the reality of what he was now hearing.� However, through all that, Dr. Darrington�s comments had his full attention now.

�To give you one example, �Dr. Darrington continued �we are in the middle of a 5 year study in which our volunteers wanted either breast augmentation or penile enlargement.�� Without going into too much detail, we found, depending on how we altered the genes, paired with a unique cocktail of pharmaceuticals, some men and women experienced rapid growth within hours.�� said Dr. Darrington.�

�That�s all interesting Dr. Darrington but where do I fit into this bizarre plot?�� said James.

Dr. Darrington continued.� �You see James, your sister is like fountain of youth.� We have done extensive tests and found with your genetics, the cells don�t age.� There are other unusual medical anomalies we have found, but they are still not yet ready to be released.� We are inviting you to participate in one of our augmentation studies.�

����������� �Wait.�� . . . . James said slowly, �Now. . . why do you say I�m in danger?��

����������� �Because James, � continued Dr. Darrington, �there are other organisations which have been doing extensive genealogy research paired with genetic research, and have found similar traits.� All you need to do swab the inside of your cheek, mail it in an envelope to one of these companies and they have your DNA, or a blood test taken during a yearly physical at a doctors.� Someone knows who you are James.� We needed to protect you. If you went out that door, your safety isn�t guaranteed.� I�m leaving the choice up to you.�

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Chapter Nine

 

 

A sign was hung on the door which read:

 

Text Box:         DO NOT DISTURB.
NCBTR Study in Progress. . .
 

 

 

 

 


"Let's start with kissing," as she reluctantly let go of his hardening member and stood up. She put her arms around the back of his neck and told him to do the same.

The long talk with Dr. Darrington had made James decide that signing the paperwork wasn�t such a bad thing.� So what, if he were stuck here at the Newcastle Center for BioTech Research for a while.� At least he could get some sexual relief and have more enjoyment than he ever would at home.�� The prospect of living here could be an interesting one, James thought.� �I could die a happy man.�� If things got to strange, then I could plot my escape.� ��

Beth and James held each other against each other's lips for a long kiss, tongues dancing.� Waves of pleasure quickened her breath as James felt a growing warmth in his member.� Pressing into her crotch he pulled her tighter with his hands on her taut butt, now searching her mouth with his tongue. Then, coming up for air, he began slowly unbuttoning her sheer blouse.� Leaving her short skirt on, he could see her thin but fit legs.� He watched the blouse fall around her tender porcelain shoulders like a shawl and he began softly touching her large breasts.� James stared at the deep cleavage caused by the massiveness of her plump breasts.� He looked down further to see her firm nipples poking into the lacey fabric of her bra tantalizing him.�

She brought his hands up to her breasts, holding them there.� James reached his hand around tried to snap her bra with his three fingers, only to realize, the size of her boobs required her to have six hooks to fasten it together.� He reached his other hand and undid the hooks, freeing the fleshy melons from their cage.� �They�re beautiful.� James said in a sigh.

Beth reached down to feel the hardness between his thighs with her palms slowly moving her hands up to his belt and unbuttoned his trousers to relieve his member from its confinement.�

Soon their clothes became a heap, resting on the floor next to a tall wood framed bed. ��The NCBTR provides maximum comfort for their participants.�� Beth said through staggered breaths.� �Although I�m sorry they pricked you so hard with the injection.� I just can�t wait to see what will happen to you.�

�I thought a little bigger would be better.�� James smiled in between kissing Beth�s long neck.� I think I could get used to this,� as he continued necking.

"Ohh, this is good. Now, use your fingers to pinch my nipples. Ooh, that's right, gently roll your fingers ...ugh ... around my nipples ... yes ... like that. You can suck on them if you like," and she cupped her breasts with her arms from underneath to support their weight, helping one breast upward toward his mouth.� Her knees began to weaken and the bed welcomed them as passion became obsession.� James pursed his lips and sucked gently at her right nipple and then felt warm milk drip over his tongue.� �I forgot you are lactating.� James looked up.

�Do you mind.�� Softly Beth coed.

�No, it�s actually a turn on.� And, you taste so sweet.� He sucked deeper grasping more of her breast in his mouth cupping it like one would drink a massive coconut lapping at the sweet milk.�

Her sexual arousal became stronger and she could feel her nipples harden under his tongue and his warm cock pressing against her thighs and crotch.�

�Beth something is happening to me.�� James sai, as he felt a warmth grow from the depths of his abdomen , and his groin.� This was unlike anything he had ever experienced.�

�Keep sucking and let it happen.�� Said Beth lying on her back, rubbing her other breast with pleasure.� �Enjoy it.���

�Oh . . ohhhhh.� This is .. . . . I�ve never felt like this before. My dick is harder than it�s ever felt. � �James could feel his member expand and his balls firming.�� Beth reached down to his penis and used one hand stroking it like a band conductor with a steady rhythm making it grow larger as she stroked.� The shaft became so long she had to adjust her arm and reposition it.� Pre-cum began to leak from the tip as she stroked faster and faster enough that her hands got wet and slippery.

James sucked on her other breast, taking in the view of the soft mounds jiggling with the passion they were now engaged in.�

Beth moaned softly as she yearned for him to be inside her.� His cock was incredibly hard, smooth and strong feeling - more rigid and dense than any one she had ever felt before.� It had been a long time since she had sex and her arousal level had flown off the charts.� She wanted James, and she could feel him grow with each stroke of her hand.� She was getting juicy between her legs �Come inside.� Cum inside me.�� She said, through quick breaths.�

James didn�t have to argue with this.� His sensation of arousal was so heightened that it felt like every part of his skin was a pleasure sensor.

Beth leaned back on the soft pillows, spread her legs and welcomed him in with a sultry smile.� James felt his penis slowly sink into the warm soft flesh and wrap around.� Beth was wet with passion and this turned him on even more.� Hip flexors were now engaged.� James felt his member move in and out of her vagina with steady rhythm and watched as her breasts bound up and down her chest with each movement.�

Losing all sense of surroundings, the natural high of sex brought moans and grunts from both participants.� �Pure pleasure.� Pure passion.� Pure obsession.� James eyes began to roll back in his head as he felt the surge of orgasm coming on.� Faster, faster, panting, moaning faster.� He felt his cock harden and what felt like a weird growing sensation .� Beth was dripping milk again as he kept the pace.� �Harder�, she said.� �I want all of you.�� �Her clit felt more sensitive than ever.� His rhythmic touch of skin against skin sent her over the edge.� Panting, and cooing, she wanted more.� James reached down with his lips and began sucking harder on her nipples, The combination of sucking, having him brush against her clit, and the warmth she felt in her vagina sent her to ecstasy.� James pushed himself into her as deep he could go, just in time for her to cum. �Keeping himself pushed to the hilt inside her, He savored the pulsations her cunt made along the length of his cock.� The sensation drove him mad.� "Ughhhhhhhhh!" he grunted just once and his cock began to pulse vigorously in her. He could feel streams of ejaculate unlike ever before.� Orgasm rippled up through her insides.� He continued ejaculating for what seemed like a full minute.� Beth grabbed his buttocks and welcomed him in, enjoying the continuing sensation, she firmly held him close as he finally finished.�

The two held each other catching their breaths.� James could feel her, delicate folds and wet soft walls envelope him in sensual warmth.� He could feel the occasional pulse from her vagina, wrap around his cock which made him twitch with sensitivity.�

��Hhhhhhhhhh� that was AMAZING� James sighed with contentment and exhausted bliss as he slowly rolled off her, ending in a a soft a �flump� on the bed and pillows.

�There�s something else amazing too.� said Beth in a gentle smile.

�What?�� said James.

�Your Dickie has grown to a full sized Richard.�� said Beth with a giggle.

James looked down at his penis, only to notice, his deflated member was much larger than normal.� �My God!� I should have it measured!� How big is it??�

�Are you unhappy?�� said Beth with a look of surprise.

�No, I�m really happy!� Just . . . . . just. . . . . . .surprised!�

�I�ve never known anyone to grow that fast before.�� said Beth also with a look sheer surprise.�

�You don�t look so bad yourself Beth.� Your boobs look bigger.�

��They are.� It happens whenever I experience orgasm.� said Beth matter-of-fact.�

�There must be a myriad of strange sexual things that happen behind closed doors here.� Who knows what secrets these rooms hold.�� said James soaking in the wonderful feeling of contentment, glancing around the plain but elegant room.�

�This is why the NCBTR is hidden.�� The conservatives among the British public would surely be in a huff over this place.�� said Beth.�

�I suppose your right.� �said James playfully stroking his new penis.� �You know, I feel like I�m living in a weird science fiction movie. None of this makes sense.�� James said.

� I know.� sighed Beth, ��There are many things that happen in here which seem to defy logic.�� Beth turned over, on top of James letting her massive boobs hang down to his chest.� �Nudas Veritas.� Naked Truth.�

 

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