By Eliot Cayne

Ellyn walked into the room, it looked more like a sci-fi set than your average suite at a medical center. 'Oh well... $2000 for a medical trial is more than enough to expect... figures that they'd be able to spring for a nice place," she thought to herself as she pulled off her hat, allowing her flowing red hair to cascade down her shoulders. She reached over to put it on a hat rack, and bumped her head on a low-hanging cabinet. "Ow! They had to go and design the world for people under six feet tall, didn't they?" She sat down in a chair next to what she could only assume was the bed; it looked more like some sort of futuristic sarcophagus. A few moments later a tall man in a labcoat walked in. "What's this? 'The Mummy 2025'?" she quipped.

"Oh... no," he began, brushing aside a lock of blond hair, and adjusting his fashionable wire-rimmed glasses. "This..." he said as he pressed a button underneath the strange box, "is the trial!" Copper bands ran the length of the box in the shape of a widened 'H', panels opened along them revealing a bit of table space, and a plethora of built-in machines. The white smoke of dry ice poured out, and flowed along the floor in subtle arcs. "Sorry if you don't like the theatrics, but I've got to have something to impress the board of directors!" he said with a shrug. Ellyn laughed. "By the way I'm doctor Victor Shia, sorry that my name wasn't on the sign-up sheet, but I've been working really hard on meeting the deadline, so my paperwork's been slipping a bit."

"Oh that's no problem..." Ellyn remarked as she watched the doctor pull a syringe from a tray in the sarcopha-table. She was more than a little aroused by his intelligent good looks and casual demeanor.

"Give me your arm." Ellyn complied. He cleaned her arm, and the he wrapped his fingers around the body of the needle, placing it oddly in his fist as he hooked his thumb into the ring-shaped plunger. He placed his hand over her arm, and then put the nose of the needle between his fingers where she couldn't see it. "You won't feel a thing, just the hollow blade of the needle slicing into your skin, and sucking the blood out. Ellyn started to wince at the graphic description, and her arm tensed up. "Or not!" he said as he opened his hand and revealed that there was a small sample of blood in it. He removed his other hand to expose the apparent pinprick of the needle.

"How'd you do that? I didn't feel anything!" she said, her deep-green eyes wide with amazement.

"I am the great Shinini!" Victor said with a flourish, "able to escape his parent's refusal to pay for medical school!" As Ellyn started to laugh again he injected the sample into a small receptacle on one end of the one-stop medical station. The machine stated to whir.

"What's it doing?"

"The machine is analyzing your physical profile. The medication we're testing has to be customized to fit each patient." As if on cue, a small pill popped out of a slot at the other end of the machine. "And here's yours!" He picked up the pill and a small cup, and started over towards her. "On the menu tonight we have a small pill and a fine imported French water... does it suit m'lady?"

"It suits me just fine," she said as she smiled and took the pill from him. She placed it in her mouth, and then downed the water. Victor sat down in a chair opposite her, and picked up a clipboard. Ellyn sat there for a few moments waiting for something... anything to happen. Victor seemed to be watching her quite intently. Although she knew she wasn't allowed to know, she was about to open her mouth to ask him what was supposed to happen, but suddenly she felt strong warmth spreading across her breasts, centering on her nipples. Ellyn's hands flew to her nearly flat chest. She rubbed her breasts, wondering what was going on. Suddenly her breasts felt... softer, and she could feel her bra getting a bit tighter. She unbuttoned the top few buttons on her blouse, and looked down at her chest. Much to her surprise, her breasts were bulging absurdly out of the push-up contraption she'd had to pad to fill earlier this morning. She felt the straps of her bra digging into her back and shoulders as her breasts started to bulge out of the sides, and underneath the sturdily built bra. Despite the pain of the constricting garment, she started to moan in pleasure. There was something about the feeling of her breasts growing that was really turning her on. She slipped her hands beneath her shirt, and started to massage the undersides of her breasts as they bulged ever more tightly against her bra. She was starting to have difficulty breathing when, with a sudden creak of metal fatigue, her bra gave way. The death-wail of the bra coincided with Ellyn's cry of relief as her tits leapt forward, spilling into, and immediately overfilling her shirt. They were still jiggling like water balloons when her fingers found her expanding nipples. She was on the brink of an orgasm when the cotton shirt went from skin-tight, to taut, to painfully constricting. The shirt pressed in on her enlarged nipples, and this was all it took to drive her over the edge. Ellyn was crying out in the throes of one enormous orgasm as her bloated breasts continued to expand, finally bursting the center button of her shirt, as well as the one below that, exposing her nipples to the cold air of the room. They rested heavily in the overstretched fabric of her shirt. When it was over, Ellyn had breasts the size of well-washed cabbages, with nipples like baby radishes. She sat there panting, with her head leaned all of the way back and her gaze stuck on the ceiling for a few minutes before she sat up, and examined herself. She hefted her perfect orbs, feeling that they were soft, and heavy. She then looked forward at the doctor, "Some drug."

"I'm sorry that I couldn't say anything about what it did beforehand... this place could have been a media circus. The effects are permanent."

"So who's complaining?" she said, hugging her huge breasts. She then leaned forward onto her shapely legs, and said with a wink: "What are you doing later?"

-Fin