In an attempt to make a sale, Adele perhaps went too far.

Right from the base genetic level she subjected herself to an

And yes, she made the sale!

by Noble-Sword

1996/2000

It was a Friday, the last day of work before her two week holiday, as Adele Metcalfe skirted her way through the maze of desks in the office of Med-Sup-Co., the medical supply company in which she worked. She made a detour into the ladies washroom to check her hair, make-up and dress before she left the office, alone, for lunch. She looked at herself in the mirror, everything appeared to be in place. The reflection showed her a softly rounded face surrounded by a mane of waist length golden blond hair. Her come-hither aqua-blue eyes were round and bright with long eyelashes and her eyebrows were fine and the same colour as her hair. She scanned the features of her face; her high cheekbones, pert ski-jump nose, full sensuous, pouty lips and the ever so slight dimple in the middle of her chin. She rarely used much if any make-up, and today was no exception, only a hint of blue eye shadow. She knew that even though she was wearing it, she did not really need it. She brought a hand up to her face to brush away a few loose strands of hair. She looked at the hand. She had lovely hands with long slender fingers that were tipped with long manicured well-tended nails.

Taking a step backwards, she continued to look at herself. Where Mother Nature had been more than generous in creating the face of a goddess, Adele had often thought it was a cruel joke that she had been given the build of a pre-pubescent teenager. Now standing five foot ten inches tall and one hundred eighteen pounds, Adele felt that she was a gangly bean-pole. At twenty three years old, she had long given up all hope that nature would 'round out' her figure and give her a more 'womanly' look. She had been doing only enough physical fitness training to keep her scrawny body maintained with good muscle tone, nothing too heavy, aerobics and that type of stuff. Ever since her early teen years, when she had grown to be so tall, she had been waiting and waiting and waiting to fill out. Even high caloric diets to gain weight hadn't worked either. Adele's biggest, or perhaps better-phrased 'smallest' problem was that her breasts were not big. In fact, she was flat, a carpenter's dream - "As flat as a board!' In her last year at high school she had been teased about being the President of the 'Itty Bitty Titty Club'. A dubious honour indeed! She figured that breasts that looked like 'fried eggs' would be a welcome improvement over what she possessed. Time and puberty had come and gone years ago and it was still a sore spot which depressed her for she, unfortunately had remained looking like a stick figurine.

Disappointedly she turned away from the saddening reflection. At this time, with a `click, click, click' of high heeled shoes, beating a smooth steady rhythm against the Italianate marble tile floor, Jenny St. Jacobs, from the secretarial pool entered the washroom. Jenny was a stunner. She knew it and dressed to accentuate it. She did not care too much for the office dress code and it seemed that no one had ever bothered to complain about how she dressed. Jenny was about 5' 4" tall and Adele assessed Jenny's vital statistics as an impressive DDD cup, 36" - 23" - 34".

Jenny was dressed in black six inch stiletto heels, over black opaque nylons. Around her waist clung a short, tight mini-skirt. Her long, shapely, sculptured legs met scant inches above the hem of the stretch skirt. The material clung tightly to her rounded, firm, pear shaped behind to such a point that the cleft between her ass cheeks was clearly discernible. Her hips flared to give her the classic bottom half of the hourglass figure. Her bare midriff exposed, showed a flat, tight, muscular stomach. Now here was a woman that worked out in a gym! And it seemed as though she didn't have to worry about shrinking tits as a result of the workouts! It infuriated Adele that there were women on the Earth like Jenny. Not only did their breasts explode from their chests during puberty, but there seemed to be no workout yet developed that would reduce those blobs of hormonalized blubber! If any thing, they only seemed to get BIGGER! Damn it all, anyway, every inch of this woman must have been tanned and toned.

The volume of Jenny's full bosom was too much for the short black V-neck afghan sweater. If the sweater crept up another inch, the bottom of her ample breasts would peek out from under the hem of the garment. On a woman of a smaller, average bustline, the tightly stretched fabric might not have looked so obviously too small. Adele surmised bitterly, that the sweater would probably be snug on her. Jenny leaned over the sink to take a closer look at her mascara. Her breasts hung heavily in the straining bra. The cleavage was deep, dark and inviting. As she straitened her stance the breasts bounced enticingly. Adele enviously watched the raven haired vixen ruffle her hair with her long slender fingers. In fact, when she raised her arms to ruffle her hair, the black lace of the brassiere became exposed as the afghan climbed the fullness of bosom, taking the path of least resistance. Adele could only dream of such dynamite looks and natural mega-mams such as Jenny's. She was truly envious. The sensuality and sexuality that Jenny exuded made Adele's own lust start to rise. Jenny twisted slowly from side to side admiring her self in the mirror. Adele knew that Jenny was pleased with what she saw in the mirror. She could see it in Jenny's face. Jenny gave the front hem of the afghan a sharp tug downward in an attempt to cover the exposed lace undergarment and her cleavage became even more evident as the V of the neckline spread to adjust to the pull. When she let go of the hem, it recoiled upwards, pulling tight underneath the burgeoning bustline. She smiled a pleased-with-one's-self grin. Adele watched this display of blatant sensuality, wishing she too had something - anything that resembled breasts so that she too could attempt to emulate this vision of eroticism she had just beheld.

Jenny was always 'beating the guys off with a stick.' She was like honey and the guys were the bees. Adele had seen Jenny's type before, at the office, at school, in the bars and she had watched this 'game' for years now. She felt sure that every woman knew how it was - the bigger the tits, the greater the amount of attention that a girl garnered. The more attention a woman got, the greater a selection of 'gentlemen' she had as choices to 'service her needs'. Even if a small breasted woman were to wear a revealing scoop necked top and a push-up bra, if another woman came along with a bigger chest, she had lost the battle. A busty belle could wear a burlap sack, but so long as her frontage stretched the rough cloth, a flat-chested doll dressed to the nines could not compete. For Adele, it did not matter where she hung out, since she had nothing to hang out, she always seemed to strike out, always upstaged by another who could do a better job of filling a bra. The cliché, "The bigger the better, the tighter the sweater, all to attract the boys." had, for her, always been all too true. Going tit to tit against another woman, almost any woman, she always lost. Adele figured that she, herself, would be a reasonable catch for some man. But it did not seem to matter about her personality, sense of humour or intelligence, or anything for that matter. In fact none of it seemed to matter when she was forced to compete with girls with tits, and her case was completely, absolutely hopeless if her competition had big tits! Since she had none, it drove her crazy. What was wrong with Men?

Since she had first seen Jenny, a little less than three years earlier, she had often dreamed of making it with Jenny. Adele felt that if she could have that intimate time with Jenny, she could be more like Jenny, if not in reality then at least in her own mind. Jenny hefted her breasts in a final gesture of adjustment and gave Adele a sideways glance and Adele took the cool stare as her cue to leave. So much for that dream. she thought to herself as she left. Opening the door of the ladies room she came face to face with five men, obviously all waiting to take, or have Jenny for lunch. Bob from accounting, Dave from sales...Must be nice to garner so much attention!. she thought to herself as she barged and elbowed her way through the crush of the crowd.

After the usual uneventful, boring but mostly lonely lunch Adele returned to her desk. On her desk was a folder detailing a prospective new client for their company. The note on the cover showed that it had been left there for her by her boss. Inside was the usual business statistics, forecasts of sales, best guestimate of budgets, the nature and type of research conducted by the prospective client, possible requirements and a business plan with a purchasing contact attached. The profit margin could be very good since the client was a medical research facility with limited outpatient clientele. That would mean a good commission for her if she could sell Med-Sup-Co to this client. After reading the folder thoroughly she was very thoughtful. The name of the doctor? Dr. Don Darwin. Where have I heard that name before? At first she could not place it, but then she remembered...

About three months ago Adele had gone to see her shrink, Dr. Amanda Masterson. Standing 5' 10", one inch taller than Adele, Amanda could pass for a close relation to Adele with similar golden blonde hair, aqua-blue eyes, high cheekbones, ski-jump nose and pouty lips. There were other physical attributes - womanly padding and curves - that Amanda had, that Adele did not. If I could trade in my body, I'd pick hers as a replacement, Adele had thought dreamily after her first visit to see Dr. Masterson about five years ago. Adele had never directly complained about or mentioned her trepidation concerning her own physical characteristics during previous infrequent visits, but this last time had been different and she had opened up and spilled her guts. After describing her anxt about her lack of endowment and the anger it stimulated, it was Amanda who told Adele "You have 'Inferious Mammarillious'. In other words 'Tit envy'." Dr. Masterson explained that there was absolutely nothing wrong with her, that it was quite normal for smaller breasted women to envy those with larger endowments. And Adele thought that Amanda added for her benefit and comfort that it was also normal for some large breasted women to long for their small breasted prepubescent days. However, if Adele felt so inclined, she could recommend a doctor who could take care of her 'little tit' problem if she so desired. The psychiatrist even went so far as to confide a secret of her own to Adele. Amanda opened her blouse, lifted the cups of her brassiere and exposed her own firm, full, round boobs. "Thirty six, double D." she said with a wry smile. "Three cup sizes bigger than I got from Mother Nature." Adele gasped. She was shocked that HER doctor would go so far to cure her own personal case of 'Tit envy'. Adele continued to stare at the lightly tanned golden globes, looking for a flaw. There were none. It was quality work. From what she had heard about breast augmentation and the high risks of some scarring, it was the best augmentation job she had ever imagined there could possibly be. "You won't find any scars 'cause they're real!" Amanda continued. Adele frowned. She didn't understand. How could boobs get that much bigger, after puberty, without implants? Amanda took a small picture from her desk and gave it to Adele. "This is me and my younger twin, Julia. Being twins, we did the silly 'twin' thing and we both had 'The Procedure' done a little over five years ago. We had the same degree of enhancements over the same period of time and we both grew them to this double D size." Grew them? Adele noticed that the twins were indeed identical, except that one of them had big tits, huge tits in fact! "However, Julia wanted to be noticeably different from me and about a year after we had ours done together, she had hers enlarged another two cup sizes. Now it's like a drug for her." Amanda continued. "Now every year she goes through 'The Procedure" and gets them made bigger. In that photo, taken about ten months ago, she's a thirty six triple F. Now she's talking about growing them bigger still!" She keeps saying GROWING. Adele thought. "She figures that she'll go up to about a double G cup this time! She loves 'em big and so does her husband." Adele's mouth hung open in disbelief. They looked gorgeous, straining to escape from the sweater. Amanda replaced her bosom into her bra and buttoned up her blouse and added, "I've been thinking that I just might join her again this time."

It was then that Dr. Masterson told her about her brother-in-law, Dr. Donald Darwin, Julia's husband, genius and tit hound. He had graduated from medical school as a geneticist and plastic surgeon. Chasing after bigger bucks he started specialising in the area of his own fetish. Tits! And he had become very good at it. As a result of long hours and hard work at his general practice he had been able to fund and open a research facility on the side. With a particular lucky break in augmentation techniques, he had done extremely well financially. So well in fact that he was then able to devote steadily larger amounts of time to research and now he rarely ventured into an operating theatre to conduct his artistic magic with a scalpel. Julia, educated as a nurse and technician, has followed Dr. Darwin as his career flourished. Well established, Dr. Darwin noticed the recently graduated Julia and took a fancy to her. As a wedding present to her husband, Julia had her breasts enlarged at his clinic. She took Amanda along for support and as it turned out, both sisters completed 'The Procedure' together. Adele discovered that Amanda and Julia were the first 'guinea pigs' of this now near-perfected research project, which Amanda continually cryptically called 'The Procedure'. Though technically still considered experimental, still in clinical trials, the Federal Government generally funded the costs of this project. Only in very special cases was just anyone taken in from the public at large. But, in the case of Julia, being the wife of laboratory and medical practice owner, project head, chief researcher and the ultimate tit hound who would put aside medical ethics for marital and personal bliss, there was certainly more flexibility and latitude to the rules. That therefore allowed for the annual increase in Julia's bustline, much to the delight of her husband.

Adele was suddenly struck with an idea, certain to seal a deal. She picked up the phone and called the lab. Eventually she was talking with Dr. Darwin himself. She recalled to him her chat with Amanda of a few months earlier. Dr. Darwin, during the small talk that insued, commented that both Amanda and Julia had recently returned to his clinic as patients and had substantial increases to their breast volumes. Now their cup sizes were triple E and double H respectively. Adele felt a pang of envy By the time she hung up the phone she had made a 2:30 appointment to see him. She advised her boss that she was going to see this new client and she promptly left the office.

The receptionist at Reconstrux Genetics Research and Laboratory was wearing the clinging white uniform of a nurse, her bosom erupting and billowing out like jiggling mounds of gelatine, which appeared ready to rip through the cotton blouse. They must be F's or G's or something big like that! Adele thought with guarded jealousy. Feinting attention to an antiquated magazine, she was still admiring the chest of the receptionist, when what appeared to be a doctor walked in. She was standing in profile to Adele, talking to the receptionist. Adele could tell that this woman also had a large rack. The white lab coat was forced open by the large chest balloons and as a result, her ID badge faced directly towards Adele and read 'Tiffany'. Tiffany turned her head and smiled. "We can see you now. Please follow me." The receptionist, holding up a sheath of paper, scanned the surface of her desk and heaved an exasperated sigh. The cotton shirt stretched even tighter. This action riveted Adele's attention to them and she started gawking at the receptionists braless breasts again. As she stood and followed Tiffany down a corridor, her business acumen and savvy were now seriously shaken. "In here please." Tiffany said, as she ushered the disoriented Adele into a small examination room. "Please, strip from the waist up."

"But..." Adele was confused. She looked around and hesitated. This was supposed to be a business meeting and if her hunch was right, this was supposed to have been her concession to seal the deal. She started to speak again. Mistaking this for apprehension, Tiffany smiled and tried to reassure her, "Don't worry, I've seen all sizes and shapes. Yours aren't as bad as you think, and even as bad or as small as you think they are, this is the first step to change all that." Her Smile widened. The receptionist appeared in the doorway carrying a file folder. "Besides," Tiffany continued, "in a few days you could be sportin' a set of breasts like Mandy's here." With that Mandy thrust back her shoulders and drew a deep breath. This action popped open the buttons of her blouse and her breasts exploded into view, wobbling obscenely as they settled into their natural positions. There they were, glowing in their pink iridescence, puffed nipples jutting obscenely. Adele was at first shocked, which quickly changed to awe and then to envy, firstly because the breasts hung high on the woman's torso, full and round, like Amanda and her sister's picture - only bigger - and secondly, that this girl, Mandy, could virtually disrobe, without her hands, by simply taking a very deep breath! She smiled weakly and began to unbutton her own blouse, feeling very self-conscious of her own very flat chest.

"Aren't these beauts? Triple F's." Mandy exclaimed with pride as she fully exposed her ample set by pulling back the cotton shirt as she puffed up her chest again. Adele had to nod in quiet acquiescence. They were truly beautiful tits. "Remarkable!" Adele whispered wide eyed, arms crossed across her 'one of these girls is not like the other' coutourless top. "I've misplaced your preliminary info sheet, so we need to know how large you want 'em." Mandy apologised taking Adele's blouse from her and hanging it on a hook behind the door. "D cup." Adele replied quickly, looking at the magnitude of breast flesh surrounding her, "No wait... Double D, I guess." Her brow was furrowed by indecision and this strange turn of events. There could not have been an info sheet since she had never filled one out, unless Dr. Darwin had started one for her during their telephone conversation. Besides, she had hoped to be in a position to make a deal with Dr. Darwin and by dealing with Tiffany and Mandy certainly would not help in the negotiating process. Tiffany, who had been at the bench fiddling with hypodermics, smiled again, nodded and proceeded to fill two syringes with an amber coloured liquid. Adele stared, speechless. Everything was going too fast. How could she negotiate a contract if she gave away all of her Aces. Tiffany turned around, a hypodermic in each hand. "Twenty five Millilitres each, five ml for each cup size, couldn't be easier." Adele was at a loss. If she showed any sign of weakness here, it might get back to Dr. Darwin and threaten the deal. Unsure of what to say or do, she remained mute. Mandy made some notes while Tiffany injected the contents of each needle below each of Adele's aureolae. "There! 'The Procedure's' complete! It'll be a couple a' weeks, but double D's comin' up .... Or should I say comin' out!" Tiffany giggled. Mandy was now struggling to stuff herself back into her blouse. After fighting to button up and contain her monsters, she left to go back to her desk in the waiting room. "Adele, see me on yer way out." faded down the hall as she went. Adele took her shirt from the hook. Replacing her shirt on her back, she looked down again at her flat chest, shaking her head and sighing. If only ... !

"Tiff!" "Tiff! Have you seen an Adele Metcalf from Med-Sup-Co.?" A Texan twanged voice was hollering down the hall. "That's me!" squeaked Adele. Tiffany turned away from cleaning up at the lab bench, beet red. "Oh! ... I'm so sorry! ... I thought that ..." her voice trailed off softly. Regathering some of her strength, she called back down the hall to the beckoning voice, her own voice quivering as she called "I'll send her right in!" Tiffany looked directly at Adele and half stated, half begged. "I won't say anything if you don't." Adele smiled a smile of relief. Perhaps she still had her Aces to swing this deal.

Dr. Darwin was far younger than she had expected. His trim body and enchanting Texan accent only made him seem more attractive. It's too bad that Julia nabbed this one first! Adele thought. Dr. Don (as he liked to be called) explained a little of the history and the nature of the research that he and his research team had in the past and presently were conducting. After initial successes with the development of a surgical augmentation technique, he had made a discovery that had made him a millionaire. He had pinpointed the area of the pituitary that triggers a rare, but naturally occurring condition called virginal breast hypertrophy. Basically the breasts grow at an unnatural rate and substantially larger than the original God given template should allow. Aside from rare, naturally occurring instances in puberty, Dr. Darwin isolated it and with additional research discovered that it could be artificially induced at any time in a woman's life, before during or after puberty. With the help of a product used in general surgeries to speed healing and cell growth, which he called an 'accelerator', the whole conversion, (which he called 'The Procedure') could be condensed from the usual, natural one to two years into a period ranging from two to three weeks instead. With clinical trials almost finished and to date a complete success, he was guaranteed to get richer still. He told her that Federal approval for use by the general public depended upon the complete safety of all girls and women, regardless of age. The only hitch to date, he said was that the young teen and preteen girls required parental consent in order to undergo 'The Procedure'. Many parents were very reluctant to have their young daughters used as 'guinea pigs' in an 'unproven' technique when the mysteries of nature still had yet to transform their girls into women. "Why should I authorise this when my little girl may blossom into a large size without your help?" and "What will happen if she naturally develops a D cup and has this stuff you put into her to make her bigger still?" were the two questions that he consistently received. That was the only portion of the populace that he still did not have enough samples gathered to meet the Federal Approval guidelines. But 'The Procedure' was tried, safe and sure. And since the changes were localised in the chest region, 'The Procedure' was conducted as an outpatient procedure. The patients loved it this way, as they got to see and feel the changes occurring on an almost hourly basis.

He stated his own personal thoughts, the thoughts of future generations of men desiring large breasted women and of the desire of small breasted women who might not only want to increase their own bust size, but also that of any daughters that they might have. These thoughts drove him into new research areas. Instead of being a reactionary technique, as 'The Procedure' was, he wanted to be proactive. Presently the team was conducting experiments into, what he called mutagenesis. He wanted to genetically reshape the female body. To do this he and his team had to identify a number of strands of DNA molecules on specific chromosomes that they could alter or replace with similar strands of altered preselected DNA that contained the desired template for change. They were discovering new ones at a rate of almost one a month. Using the same 'accelerator' as was used in 'The Procedure', the results were usually completed within the same time frame with the changes being made throughout the body at the cellular level, although there had been cases where the whole conversion had taken as little as a week to as long as a month to complete dependent upon the complexity and size of the change. Here his reassurance of the mutagenisis research project ended since it was still too early in the project to make firm guarantees. Due to the higher risks and the side effect of nausea occurring during the first few days, Dr. Don conducted the genetic alteration as an inpatient 'operation' with the patient being anethasysed enough to maintain a light level of sleep for the first week.

Adele now made her pitch. She could not, however, bring herself to tell Dr. Don that she, only ten minutes before, had undergone "The Procedure'. Surely, he would kick her out and send her a bill for the injections, just minutes before firing both Tiffany and Mandy. She hoped that they would keep quiet until at least the deal was signed and the ink dry! She volunteered herself to be a guinea pig for Dr. Don's newest project in exchange for a three year long contract with Med-Sup-Co. for medical supplies at below market rates for her company. She would gladly give up her own commission if she could have a bust like her shrink! To emphasise the point that she, herself, needed as much help as she could get from the research project, she now stripped down to the waist to show off to Dr. Don her sad state of affairs. She told him that in the past she had often thought about silicone augmentation for her breasts, but the health risks seemed too high. Saline seemed better but she wasn't sure. The deciding factor that dashed all of these dreams, however was that she could never seem to get enough money together at one time to afford the operation. She explained that last Hallowe'en she had dressed up as a French maid. She had used balloons to give her what amounted to a DD cup bustline, however due to her small, narrow back and the spherical unnatural roundness of the balloons, they looked so out of place on her AA cup, 28" - 20" - 26" frame that she stopped saving and opted never to have the surgery. His sister-in-law, Amanda, had given her the idea and her boss had inadvertently given her the means to revive her dream and see it achieved, provided she could make it worthwhile for Dr. Darwin to perform his magic on her.

The ball was in his court now. The seller had become the buyer. Dr. Don cautioned her that this was still in the very experimental stages and that there were still a number of bugs to work out of the system; especially that the genetic changes made might not necessarily occur as selected, if they occurred at all! In two earlier cases there had been reversals and the patients would have walked out with smaller breasts than when they had arrived if the doctor had not put them through 'The Procedure'. Adele stated that she no longer cared and was willing to take the risk. Anything would be an improvement over what she possessed and since her tits were barely even pits and she had no ass to speak of, there was nothing that could be made smaller. She had nothing to lose! And, she thought to herself, I don't want any daughters of mine to go through the same disappointments that I've gone through. She remained steadfast in her decision not to mention the screw up with Tiffany and Mandy fifteen minutes earlier. That would be her personal back up plan if the negotiations failed. She thought she felt 'The Procedure' beginning to work inside her pancake breasts. Her nipples had never been this hard. She touched the left nipple with the tip of her finger. It was like touching a chip of rock. She looked up at the doctor. He was head down, writing notes on a patient card. I hope that he thinks it's just the air-conditioning. Besides, she had seen his work - Amanda, Mandy, Tiffany, I'm sure that she's been enlarged too! and the photo with Julia in it, - had provided enough proof for her that 'The Procedure' was safe and certainly successful. What could go wrong? 'The Procedure' was only going to expand her chest to a Double D cup. That was the extent of the genetic changes she was going to request. Yes, Amanda, Mandy, Tiffany and Julia certainly showed her that it was the right thing to do and there was nothing to worry about. But, she would go them one farther, right to her core. 'Genetic Reconstructive Surgery' he called it. How quaint.

After she signed the necessary release forms and he signed the medical supply contract, Adele and Dr. Don sat huddled at a computer terminal in his office and he showed her the types of changes that were presently possible. So far so good, she thought, he has everything I've hoped for. The doctor explained in detail how each step of the technique worked and advised Adele on what particular changes were or were not possible for her specific genetic make up. Despite the seemingly complex and gory description of the processes of the genetic change, Adele's eyes narrowed to thin slits and the look bored into Dr. Don and she demanded with almost a growl, "When do we start?!"

In the lab itself, he had selected and authorised the particular genetic changes she hoped to get as a result of the experiment. He told her that as a requirement for the submission of testing data, a single before and after photograph were required. Those two had to include torso, chest and head. There were also additional photographs that he would take for promotional purposes for future prospective clients. Those would only be of her torso and chest. Adele smiled to herself as the doctor took the photos with a digital camera. These sure would make for interesting 'mugshots'. With the 'photo shoot' done, she was then led to a small, but comfortable room with a variety of technical equipment lining one wall and a small bed against the other.

Dr. Don reiterated that she would be sedated through the majority of the process and that for the changes she had selected, the whole process should take no longer than two weeks. This suited Adele, since she only had two weeks of holidays booked. Adele watched as Tiffany and another technician carefully prepared solutions and IV units. Adele held her index finger to her lips to quiet Tiffany and crossed her fingers on the other hand. Tiffany smiled and whispered to her "This ain't been done yet. Good luck!" referring to the genetic modification being conducted concurrently with 'The Procedure'. Adele smiled back knowingly. Dr. Don injected Adele with the sedative. As she dozed off she started to dream about waking up to the perfect 36" - 24" - 36" body that she had genetically selected.

A week and one half passed and Adele remained sedated. It was Wednesday afternoon when she finally regained full consciousness. Dr. Don was standing beside the bed with a needle. Adele was somewhat disoriented after the long 'sleep'. Dr. Don disconnected the IV unit from her arm, helped her to her feet. "You've progressed fasted than any other clients." He said proudly. "The growth was almost immediate. You had D cup size breasts last Friday. Tiffany suggested and I concurred that we keep you sedated and under observation for the usual period of time. In the past five days you've only increased a single cup size." I'll have to thank Tiffany for her concern. He guided her to a full length mirror. The hospital gown was oversize and bulky and certainly unbecoming so he helped her to take it off in order that she could fully appreciate the changes that had occurred in and to her body. The sight in the mirror chased away all the cobwebs from her sleepy mind. She looked into the mirror in disbelief. Dr. Don provided her with a measuring tape. Adele measured her hips - 28", her waist still measured 20". She had saved the bust for last. The tape measured out a full 36 inches! Guaranteed to be DD cups at least. she thought. They seem bigger than what I selected, but they look better than I thought they would. She reached up with both hands and gently grabbed a breast with each of them. She was amazed by the resistance to her manipulations and at their resiliency. Jeez, they're so heavy. I'm glad that I managed to slip in both operations.

Adele was ecstatic. Looking at her new, DD cup, 36" - 20" - 28" figure in the mirror was getting her horny. She grabbed Dr. Don and gave him a big bear hug to show her appreciation of a job well done. She again grabbed her freshly minted breasts and gave them a solid squeeze. They were turgid, full and erupted straight out from her chest wall. The nipples reacted to her touch. She felt the electric pulses shoot between her breasts and her groin. She watched as the nipples filled up and became as round as her thumb. She turned around abruptly, again to face the doctor, but the drag of her boobs forced her to look down at them. Her boobs were a little slower in moving than was her torso and they waggled from side to side as they settled themselves into the same positions that she had just seen in the mirror. She looked up to see Dr. Don's eyes fixated on the blobs of boob flesh. She reached out to him to give him another hug. Her nipples pressed into his muscular chest and she then noticed a developing firm bulge in his pants. She was struck with the idea that she was really going to show him how thankful she was to him. During her teen years, after trying to give herself away with very little success, she was hot with the prospects that this situation presented.

She reached down and opened his zipper. His manhood catapulted out of the breach. She caressed his throbbing cock with her right hand, gauging its immensity. Although she had never been overly promiscuous (even if she had wanted to be), she had seen and used a few of these wonderful toys that only men possessed, but never one this size. Her fingers barely met her thumb when she grabbed this nine inch monster. She then dropped to her knees. She was Hot. With swirling motions her tongue gently covered each loving inch of his cock head. She parted her lips and took the tip of his swollen member into her mouth. She massaged the bulging mass of man-meat between her tongue and the roof of her mouth. Her jaw ached as she tried to open her mouth wide enough to accommodate the bloated six inch circumference of his prick. Slowly and carefully she choked the tip of his cock down her throat. Inch by loving inch, until she could smell nothing but his musk, his pubic hair tickled her nose and his full balls bumped against her chin. She realised that the cock was getting still larger and firmer as it's owner became more highly excited. She was loving this and wanted more. He worked to take off his shirt while she worked on removing his pants. She was now in a fevered pitch, still choking on the Dr.'s monster. Her cunt was so wet that droplets of lubricant formed on the coral pink lips surrounding her hot love box.

Disgorging herself from the Dr.'s dong, she got to her feet and dragged the Dr. to the narrow cot and threw him on top of it. She then climbed on top of him. She met Dr. Don's eye and dropped her gaze to the pole that raised out from his pelvis. Her eyes bulged as she now recalculated the size of this love spear. The Dr. smiled proudly and approvingly. She now realised that Dr. Don was living proof that his experiments were not just limited to women's chests, but also to male genitalia and they were a resounding success. Lucky Julia! She thought. Lucky ME! she corrected herself. She took his pole of steel hard, foot long manhood and lined it up with her searing hole and impaled her self on it. Slowly she corkscrewed her self downwards, stretched to her limits, then beyond, negotiating the top of Don's bargepole into her deepest self.

When they were finally groin to groin, she knew that she could not accommodate even another quarter inch of either length or diameter. She could feel the bloated spear pressing against the sensitive end of her vagina. The slight twinge of pain she felt only acted to accentuate the eroticism of the situation. She teased Don with her new full tits as waves of ecstasy, centred at her clit, rippled through her body like the ripples on a still pond created by a stone impacting the surface. Don plied the voluminous, firm tit flesh and pulled at the large sensitive aureoles. Adele looked down the length on her body and the sight of Don's cock disappearing into her cunt; her smooth, muscularly firm, flat belly starting to convulse with the onset of an orgasm; and her aching marble sized nipples centred on top of her newly swollen jugs, all made her shudder with delight. Her left nipple disappeared into Don's mouth and the effect was too much. She was rocked by climax after climax. Her cunt muscles were working overtime sucking and pulling at Don's rod, encouraging him to explode his load into her. Don resisted the urge as best he could, as Adele was again shaken by yet another climax. Don could resist no longer and his gizm exploded into her gash. Adele entered Heaven. Minutes later they lay together for a while revelling in the memory of their joining.

A short time later, the 'After' photos were taken. Dr. Don asked Adele if she would like to see the comparison pictures for her self. "Sure!" This ought to be good! Crowding around his desktop computer, the waited for the correct directory to appear. Soon on the screen appeared twelve large torso, chest and head thumbnail images of past clients of the Genetic Reconstructive Surgery. There appeared to be no real order to the collection, as the doctor slowly scrolled down, looking for her image. Adele saw images of Amanda (or was it Julia?), Mandy, Tiffany, I knew it! and Julia (or was it Amanda?). Finally he spotted her image. Adele had spotted another ... Jenny's. He was about to open her file and she stopped him. "That's Jenny St. Jacobs!" she exclaimed. Don looked strangely at her. "Open that one!" she demanded. "But, Legally I ..." She cut him off. "Open it!" He put the cursor on Jenny's image and double clicked. The full array of Jenny's pictures filled the screen. Adele snickered. It developed into a deep hearty laugh. "She was as flat as I was! Now I feel better." she said to him. "She was in the same day as Julia and Amanda were." he told her, "Way back at the beginning of the project, about three years ago." That would explain a lot. she thought to herself.

Still time later Don was escorting Adele to her car. He told her that the new genetic material had gradually take over most of her body and as a result she might expect very slight growth for another day or two in the genetically altered areas. He also advised that she start an exercise routine to strengthen the muscles of her lower back due to the increased weight in her upper body and the resultant change in her Centre of gravity. He told her to call him daily to let him know if every thing was alright and that she could stop in to visit him at any time. He winked. She knew that she would be back to ride on that monster again and again. She knew that Don knew also.

On the drive home, Adele realised that she was famished. The changes that had been occurring in her body had dramatically altered the speed of her metabolism. The increase in her bust and hip sizes meant that her body now had to store larger amounts of body fat in those areas and the genetic changes in every cell in her body had also been burning up energy at astronomical rates. She got a large dinner from a drive through and went home. Although she had not eaten for a week and one half, as a result of the new upholstered body due to the high energy IV mix, she had gained a few pounds. This had surprised her. Despite the fact she had been sedated for a week and one half she still felt sleepy. This also surprised her. After a strenuous exercise session as directed by Dr. Don, she retired early despite getting up twice in the night to raid the refrigerator, she still slept soundly.

The next morning she exercised again, showered, had a large breakfast and made a shopping list of new clothes, bras etc to fit her new body. While she was showering she sensed that the shower stall now seemed to have become smaller and that her breasts had become somewhat larger and heavier. She remeasured her self to be sure that she had the right sizes for her new clothes. She expected, as Dr. Don had said `very slight changes'. Adele was shocked; four inches of new upholstery for her bustline - in eight hours! After a quick calculation she exclaimed to herself 'Oh my God! FFF cup!' Her body had started changing again, and at a rapid rate. The experiment was out of control! She was inflating like a balloon! No, two balloons! She called up Dr. Don at the lab, concerned and very excited. Crying, she confessed to withholding the secret about 'The Procedure'. He was surprised by her confession, but not by the extent of the changes. He explained to her that there was a delayed synergistic effect to combining 'The Procedure', 'The Genetic Reconstructive Surgery' and any quantity of the 'accelerator'. He reassured her that the changes would slow to a stop very soon and if her breasts became too large for her liking, she could always have reduction surgery. He would perform that at no cost to her, provided that she kept a record of her weight, breast size, circumference, etc. Adele hung up the phone and walked to the full length mirror. The more she admired her self, the more she liked it. In fact, now that some of the initial shock had worn off she was glad that her breasts had continued to grow. She felt that she looked even better with the additional sweater-meat. "Eat your heart out Jenny." she said to the mirror.

She brought her new purchases home after spending most of the day shopping and put most of them away. Her old AA cup bras, which a little over a week ago were too big for her excuses for breasts, she tossed. She would never ever need them again. She put on one of her new bras. The FFF cups were too small. Each tit bulged around the edges of cups and overflowed the top. The bra was too tight! I know that I measured them right. The measuring tape revealed new measurements of H cups. Adele ate dinner, remeasured her self, did some quick calculations, using some of Dr. Don's advice, and she went out shopping again. She bought bras and clothes suitable for a JJ cup melon sized bust. When she got home she sat at her sewing machine and adjusted the fit of her new clothes to accommodate her ever expanding bustline and her still tiny twenty inch waist!

Dr. Don had been right, the rate of growth was slowing. Every eight or so hours Adele remeasured her self. By the time Friday evening had arrived, when she came to measure her circumference, by running the tape fully around each breast, she discovered that the ends of the 5 foot measuring tape which she had been using no longer met. It had become too short.

By Monday morning the changes appeared to have stopped. For the first time in the last half of a week she no longer felt ravenously hungry and had not been awakened by hunger and a trip to the kitchen in the middle of the night. That's probably a sign that the changes in my body have stopped and at long last my metabolism's finally back to normal. She had awakened earlier than usual in order to get ready for work. She spent extra time preparing her hair and her face. Her holiday was over and she now had to return to work. She wanted everything to be perfect. Adele weighed her self. She discovered that she now weighed 146 lbs. She figured that her tits weighed close to 20 lbs., each! That was a surprise, but then maybe not; they were close to the size of grade A watermelons. With a new tape measure she measured her bustline, working the tape into the deep cleavage of her chest and she found that now her circumference was longer than she was tall. She was 78" around! Each breast was twenty seven full, plump, firm inches around, of real, authentic, proud-to-have tit flesh; each larger around than her waist. The newness of the explosion meant that each breast looked like it was supported internally. They burst forth straight from her slender frame, still too new to be affected by gravity, nipples centred with equal quantities and volumes above as below - pert as a teenagers young B cup; only approximately 200 times larger...fuller...rounder...heavier...sexier!

Adele prepared her self for work. After having bought the wrong sizes of clothes and bras twice, she had figured that she should wait until all of the changes were complete, so as a result, she had not been out shopping since then. Today, wearing a bra was out of the question. She was far too big for what she had available at home. She barely managed to fit her new 5' 9", 146 lbs., LLL cup 36" - 20" - 30" body into the stretchiest clothes she had bought last Thursday evening when she made a guestimate that her new size would be a 44 inch, J cup bust. As a result she had decided that for her first day back to work with her newly configured bod, she would dress far more risqué than she had ever dreamed that she would or could. Since almost all of her shirts, sweaters and blouses would now only button up around her waist and neck, she decided to adopt Jenny's usual office appearance as a guide. She dressed in tall, black stiletto heels, with black opaque nylons with a floral pattern spiralling from her ankles up her long shapely legs. She had taken them from the Hallowe'en French Maid's costume. From the back of the bottom drawer she took a short, tight black leather mini-skirt. The skirt was a purchase she had made in her mid teens when she had been young and foolish since the hem of the skirt barely covered her crotch. The additional four inches she had gained in her hips and ass made the leather cling tightly to her behind. Her ass was finally firm and well rounded and the additional meat on her hips, tapering down her thighs, only helped to accentuated her still tiny waist. She checked the appearance in the mirror. All in all she was pleased with what she saw. She smiled. "The perfect tush!" she said to herself.

Not that she had many options for clothing her torso, she decided to bare her stomach by tying off around her waist the already too small blouse which she had bought and altered late last week. This was not so much to accentuate her LLL cup-brassiere-busting mega-mams, as simply to have her new girth covered with enough cloth so that she could appear in public. The hem of the blouse barely reached to her bellybutton as the garment had to cover an additional two feet of flesh that it was not designed to do. Around her chest the fine silk blouse was stretched to the point where the buttons down the front looked like they were about to burst off. Little diamonds of exposed cleavage filled the space between each button. She made a mental note to herself that she had to be careful so that the blouse did not explode like Mandy's had! "Small breaths...Small breaths..." she repeated to herself. She tried to tie a knot in the front shirttails, but ran into difficulties since she could not see what she was doing. She walked to her dressing mirror and tied the bottom of the blouse using the reflection as her guide.

She turned slowly from side to side admiring her self in the full length mirror. Her angelic face, aqua eyes and long golden hair looked perfect. Moving her gaze downward she admired the jutting swell of her 'tits'. "That's what they are!" she said to herself. "Tits! These make a statement. 'Boobs' sound so...so... saggy!"

The genetic changes were now complete. Never again would she simply disappear in a crowd the way she had done in the past. On that Friday, two weeks ago, Dr. Don had assured her that the changes would provide a permanent new genetic map. If and when she decided to have children, her new genetic map would be passed to them. Her daughters would never have to experience life as bean poles. They would inherit her new busty, rounded-ass genes and as a result they would grow-up, develop and look almost just like her. The thought of this thrilled her, but she wondered just how much of her bust line was due to genetic changes and how much was due to 'The Procedure'. She figured that she would never know. Looking again into the mirror, she realised that she really didn't care.

Her day-dreaming went full circle and she once again returned to thoughts about herself. She realised that she loved the feel of the constricting tightness that the blouse made as it attempted to contain her voluminous masses of sweater-meat. It was something she had never experienced before. The sensuality and sexuality that the reflection exuded made her lust start to rise. She could hardly believe that the reflection in the mirror was her own. Her nipples tightened and began to swell. Soon the most tightly stretched part of her blouse revealed acorn sized protrusions. At long last, a figure to be proud of! she thought to herself.

She turned back and forth in front of the mirror absorbing the radiance and beauty that emanated from the reflection. Raising her arms above her head, she pirouetted, admiring the dynamite profile. Bringing her arms down, she placed them on her breasts, gently squeezing, enjoying the turgid resiliency of the bloated boobs. Sparks of desire were being emitted from the tightened areolae and swollen nipples as she used her long slender fingers to stimulate them. She was being over come by her own reflection and caresses. The signals of the stimulation went straight to her sex, drawing her right hand around the fullness of the right tit, along her flat midriff. Her hand lifted the skirt and removed the nylons and panties and promptly returned to the sopping crotch.

Taking three steps backwards, she sat, then reclined on the bed. Her left hand, which had already opened the blouse, continued to generate signals of desire from her hooters. Her tits sat like moulded Jello, big enough to feed an army, splayed upon her chest. Between the spread of her cleavage she watched the reflection in the mirror of her hand as it slowly started to work her fingers over the little man-in-the-boat at the top of her now opened love channel. The speed of the fingers increased and the waves rocked the man-in-the-boat. The waves, of ecstasy, created a tsunami of climaxes, wave after wave. The muscles of her belly convulsed with each wave, racking her body. The mountains of tit-flesh wobbled with earthquake like motions, out of sync with the steady jarring of her frame, simply due to their size. As the sensations gradually subsided, she looked at the bedside clock and realised that in order to get to work on time she would have to travel at break-neck speeds. She pulled herself together and dashed out the door, breasts swinging like pendulums.

Once at work Adele stopped in to the ladies washroom to give herself one last look over before she went to her desk. As she raked her fingers through her hair Jenny came into the washroom. Recognising her by facial features only, Jenny did a double take. "Adele?! Is that you?" Adele nodded coyly. Jenny smirked and said "Nice augmentation job." As much as Adele protested and tried to defend her 'naturally' reconstructed body, stopping short of stating references, Jenny refused to believe. As Adele became more and more frustrated, her rate of breathing increased and her chest heaved more and more. Her nipples grew steadily larger and harder as they rubbed across the material of her blouse, poking outward against the already straining material. The acorn sized nipples ached. Jenny noticed and advanced. She wanted to confirm her 'silicone' suspicions. As she reached out with both hands, the buttons on Adele's blouse slipped the bonds of the buttonholes. Adele's blouse burst open, her tits fighting to escape the confines of the material with every heaving breath she took, just like Mandy's had done at the clinic. Adele blushed as the button at the top of the blouse, by her neck, and the button at the bottom, above her bellybutton remained fastened. Jenny hesitated at this unexpected turn, but decided to continue and she dug her long manicured nail tipped fingers into Adele's voluminous jugs. Adele winced in pain and she could feel her nipples filling still. Jenny's fingers worked over the ball bearing hard nipples. Adele being five inches taller, looked down at Jenny. Their boobs were only scant inches apart. Jenny still kneaded Adele's jugs. 'They are real!' Jenny, wide eyed, exclaimed. Adele just nodded, enjoying the view of the two bottomlessly deep sets of cleavage and the surprisingly musky scent of Jenny. "Just like yours. A gift from Dr. Dawson." Jenny stopped abruptly, her jaw dropped and he eyes opened wide. Her secret was out. Adele, on the other hand, was now too hot for the raven haired vixen to restrain herself any longer.

For almost three years she had been deathly envious of Jenny, her looks, her attitude, they way she dressed or more appropriately the was she could dress, but first and foremost the melon sized rack that wobbled and bounced with every movement that she made. From the first time Adele had seen her, she had always wanted to knead Jenny's large tits and drink the nectar of her fuck-box. Now with Jenny's hands frozen on Adele's bare breasts by the shock of Adele's last statement, Adele leaned forward and sensuously kissed the open mouthed Jenny. Her tongue gently separated the lips and scraped it's way between Jenny's teeth. Her tongue now passionately chased Jenny's around her mouth. Their large breasts mashed into each other as they spontaneously embraced. Adele could feel Jenny's nipples pressing into her own swollen tit flesh. Each sensed the urgency of the moment and they were hastily unbuttoning and unzipping each other. In what seemed like seconds the floor was strewn with their clothing. Fingers and hands probed into sopping vaginas, kneaded malleable tit and ass flesh. Tongues now mashed against each other like bumper cars. Juices from their hot fuck gashes streamed as each became more and more enraptured. Blond hair mixed with raven.

The buxom beauties, still embracing, slowly worked their way to the floor. Adele felt her cunt juice start to dribble down the inside of her thigh. Jenny lay on her back as Adele slowly worked her lips and tongue down Jenny's neck, into the valley of her cleavage. Making detours to the peak of each full tit, where the nipples stood out like raspberries on a white iced cake, Adele lingered, savouring every moment. She lingered around the raven fox's belly button and worked her way to the dark haired muff. Jenny's belly quivered with the twitches of anticipation of the rise to sexual release. Adele's pendulous tits with their nipples large like acorns, had also been slowly dragged down the length of the reclined woman. As a result, Adele felt her nipples aching, they needed attention, soon. She positioned her tongue on Jenny's clit and started a tongue massage, lapping up the pussy juice. Adele slowly rotated herself until her blond bush was centred just above Jenny's awaiting mouth. Jenny teased at Adele's cunt lips, pulling slowly, gently nibbling and nuzzling Adele's cunt trigger with her nose. She worked her hands over the LLL cup hooters, rolling the acorn sized nipples between her thumb and fingers. Adele was starting to moan softly with ecstasy. With greater urgency she lashed at Jenny's clit with her tongue. With a free hand, she soon found the abundance of her partners DDD mams. Her little wish was coming true. Within minutes both Adele and Jenny were racked by the convulsions of orgasm.

When they finally regained their senses, it reoccurred to them just where they were and the time. They quickly dressed, adjusted their hair and clothes and headed into the office. Both were now late for work. "Your secret's safe with me if mine is safe with you." Adele purred seductively. As they went their separate ways Jenny winked at Adele. Adele smiled back knowingly, personally pleased with herself.

As Adele sailed through the office to her desk, riding on a cloud of pleasant memories with Jenny, her huge tits jiggled, unholstered beneath the material of the stretched tight blouse. By the time she reached her desk, her nipples had again become aroused to the 'acorn' state. She was starting to feel very horny again. The phone on her desk rang. It was Dave, from three desks over, asking for a date. Bob poked his head over the divider separating their desks and asked her if she was busy for lunch.

Ten minutes after nine on a Monday morning. Life had never looked so good. But then, neither had Adele.