Johnny Bosomseed

by

Steve Palmer

THE EMPTY SOFT drink cans whisked along the assembly line, stopping long enough to be filled with bubbling liquid, then following each other out of sight.  Each can contained specific amounts of flavoring and color mixed into the carbonated water, a formula closely guarded by the manufacturer.  There was, however, an additional ingredient that the company�s food chemists knew nothing about.

Dr. John Gibson had been chief scientist in the Research and Development department of a large pharmaceutical company until about two years ago.  He was a brilliant chemist, and among the achievements he was responsible for was the synthesis of an incredible hormone that would eliminate the need for surgical breast augmentation.  A single oral dose of this new drug resulted in amazing growth in women�s mammary tissue.  The drug only worked once, affecting the subject�s pituitary gland and activating its untapped potential for further breast growth.  This happened within a 24-hour period, and after that no further growth could be stimulated.  Results varied from individual to individual, but even the least significant change was still dramatic.  One volunteer for the test program grew from a B-cup bra to a DD in just ten hours, and another woman whose bust was already a respectable D-cup came back the next day as a FFF!

The company was going to make millions.  Billions.  Any woman in the world could now have a lovely enlarged bosom in a day without surgery.  Any woman who could afford it, that is.  The board of directors had dollar signs in their eyes and they were going to charge an arm and a leg for the drug.  They had also decided that they didn�t need John Gibson to share in this wealth, so they had their lawyers find a loophole in his contract and they fired him dead to rights and with no piece of the action.

They screwed the wrong man, however.

Dr. John Gibson now spent his life traveling around the country getting jobs at various large bottling operations, working just long enough to alter the company�s recipe.  Instead of making a fortune for his former employers, the drug was being added to assorted brands of soft drink all across the nation, having no effect at all on males and only working once on females.  Wherever John went, women in that area suddenly and mysteriously began developing very large bosoms.  Not only was this sweet revenge for John, but being a serious tit-man, it was a lovely sight when scores upon scores of women began turning up with great big bouncing knockers.  Since he had been about his work, brassiere manufacturers had begun making greater amounts of their larger size bras and introducing new lines of bras that were bigger than anything they had ever marketed.  Beaches were more crowded than ever, with beautiful young women showing off their whopping breasts barely concealed beneath minuscule swimsuits, while horny men congregated for an eyeful.  The median bust measurement of the American woman was getting bigger every day.  Dr. Gibson was changing the world.

It was a pleasant morning in late spring, and he sat in a motel room watching TV as he ate a fast food breakfast.   He was currently between jobs, waiting to be called back after having interviewed with yet another soft drink company.  �Morning In America� was on and there was June England with a set of hooters that were now the size of cantaloupes.  She was talking with a medical doctor about the strange increases in bust size that millions of women were experiencing across the country.  Although he was pleased that his mission had become successful enough to warrant network television coverage (as well as in newspapers and magazines) there was still a lot of work to do.

In fact, his conscience had been bothering him since he�d read an article about how a few exotic dancers, who had once had a reputation for having unusually large breasts, now seemed just average in comparison to most women.  Although the majority of big-busted strippers enjoyed the same enhancement as the general population, John had to assume that these few ladies had somehow managed to avoid his drug.  He decided it would be a worthwhile addition to his mission if he were to visit local strip clubs as he traveled, and assess the situation first-hand.  Whenever he happened to find a lady who had been left behind, then he would somehow make amends.

That evening he visited a club called Steppin� Out, which had advertised itself in the newspaper as a big bust establishment.  He stepped inside and looked around.  On stage was a girl wearing nothing but a pair of high heels, dancing torridly to loud rock-n-roll.  After his initial shock, he congratulated himself in satisfaction: his handiwork was evident on this young lady.  Her boobs were enormous, bouncing and swinging heavily as she gyrated with the music.  Each of her great breasts was bigger than Grandma�s Thanksgiving turkey, swelling out from her chest strikingly, full and rounded.  They were in fact the biggest tits he had ever seen.  He stood and watched her as she strutted her stuff with those mammoth melons swinging and throbbing.

After several moments, he sat down at a table and a topless waitress came over to take his order.  She was full bosomed, but by current standards not unusually so.  In the process of ordering a drink, they struck up an enjoyable conversation, and he invited her to join him at his table if she could take a break sometime.  She looked at her watch and accepted, promising to be with him in about 30 minutes.

He sat nursing his drink as he watched the show.  The girl with the huge boobs continued her routine, electrifying the crowd with her erotic dancing and astounding proportions.  The waitress checked on him often and eventually kept her promise, taking a seat at his table.

�Whew!  It�s good to sit down!�

�I bet.  Have you worked here long?� he asked.

�About two years.  I used to dance, but I don�t anymore.�

�Why�s that?�

�Well, it used to be that a 43-inch bust was considered fairly big, but now it seems every other plain Jane has at least a 50 DD, so I�m nothing special anymore.�

�This may sound like a strange question, but what soft drinks do you like?�

She gave him an amused look.  �Well, I don�t really care for soft drinks.  They�re too sweet for me.�

Ah.  So this lady was one of those whose career had faltered because of him.  A wrong he intended to right.  �My name�s John Gibson.�

�Tricia Hartis.  Nice to meet you, John.�

�Likewise, Tricia.  You�re a very beautiful woman.�

She smiled coyly and returned his look.  �You�re not bad yourself.�

�Thank you.�

They talked, laughed and enjoyed each other�s company for several minutes, and when the music stopped, Tricia turned her attention to the stage to applaud the girl who had finished dancing.  John seized the opportunity to slip several drops of his special elixir into her drink while she wasn�t looking.

Tricia sighed and thanked him for the drink, draining her glass before excusing herself to resume her duties.

�Listen,� John said, �what time do you get off work tonight?�

Her face brightened.  �About midnight.�

�Would you like to have a late supper with me?  I hear there�s a great little bistro uptown that�s open until 4 AM.�

�Yes, I�d like that.  Stick around and enjoy the show and I�ll be with you in a couple of hours.�

John woke suddenly to the sound of a woman�s shriek.  He opened his eyes, wondering for a second where he was.  The body next to him brought back the memory of going home with Tricia the night before and the great sex they had enjoyed together.  He propped himself up on his elbows and looked at Tricia sitting up next to him, staring wide-eyed at her bare breasts, which had gotten much bigger overnight.  �Shit!� she cried.  �The tit-fairy finally visited me!�  She leaped off the bed and ran to the mirror, turning from side to side and playing with her swollen breasts.  �This is great!�

�You�ll see continued growth for the next two to six hours.  Uh, probably.�

She looked at him quizzically.  �How come you know so much?�

He grinned at her.  �I�m the tit-fairy.�

John explained about the drug he�d invented, about his misfortune at being fired and his mission of vengeance against his former employers.  Tricia was delighted to have a larger than average bosom once again, and was grateful to John for it.  They spent the day in bed together, and then he drove her to the club when it was time for her to go to work.

John sat at the same table he�d occupied the previous night so he�d be in Tricia�s zone.  She waited on him attentively, bringing an occasional drink on the house, and sat with him when she took a break.

�Good news!� she said as she wiggled excitedly, her large breasts bouncing.

�Tell me.�

�The boss is gonna let me dance again!�

�Great!�

�You shoulda seen his face when I came into his office with my tits so much bigger.  I start dancing as soon as I work up an act.  I�m so happy!�

�I�m glad, Trish.�

The lights dimmed and music began playing loudly.  The girl with the enormous breasts came on stage and started her routine.

�She�s really good,� Tricia commented.

�Yes, she is,� he agreed.

�I was talking to her earlier.  She asked if I�d gotten a lot bigger in the bust recently or was she going crazy, so I told her what had happened, but I didn�t mention anything about you.  I just said that whatever had made all those other women get so much bustier had finally happened to me too.  She said I looked great, and that she wished it would happen to her as well.  So I said she was already so big that-�

�Wait a minute.  You�re telling me that her boobs have always been that size?�

�Yeah!  Way before everybody else started bustin� out.  Not only that, she�s all-natural.  No implants.�

�Incredible.  And she wants to be bigger?�

�Oh, yeah.  I was thinking maybe you could talk to her after she gets off work.�

Tricia opened the dressing room door and peeked in.  �Beth?  Hi.  There�s somebody here who�d like to see you if you�ve got a minute.�

�Sure, I�m all through for the night.�

John walked in and Tricia left, shutting the door.  She was sitting in an old overstuffed chair, wearing a pair of tight shorts and a tighter tee shirt reading a magazine.  It was obvious that she wasn�t wearing a bra, as her huge breasts undulated freely beneath the shirt and her nipples were visibly protuberant.  �Beth, my name is John Gibson.�

�Hi, John, what can I do for you?� she asked pleasantly.

�If I may be direct, Tricia tells me that you�ve always been as, uh, large breasted as you are.�

�Well, ever since I was 15.  If you�re asking me if I was this big before this weird boob-enlargement thing started going around, the answer is yes.�

�She also says you�re somewhat disappointed that you didn�t experience that phenomenon.�

�Yeah, I was really hoping mine would get bigger too.�

�Even though you�re the size you are?�

�Uh-huh.  I mean, Imagine how huge my tits would be if it�d happened to me.  A lot of women saw their bust measurements double.  I�ve got an 81-inch bust - if that doubled, It�d be, um, 162 inches!  Good grief!  I�d be a sensation on the circuit.  I could make a fortune.�

�What would you say if I told you I could arrange for that to happen?�

Beth leaned forward, her giant bosom straining against the fabric of her top.  �Sit down, Mr. Gibson.�

He explained his background and the nature of his invention.  �I�d like to offer you the same opportunity that these other women have had.  If you�re sure you want it.  Keep in mind it�s irreversible.�

�You bet your ass I do.  How much money do you want?�

�I don�t want anything.  I�m doing this as a public service.�

�Well when can we start?�

�How about now?�

�Are you shitting me?�

�I�m perfectly serious,� he said, taking a small vial from his pocket.

�That�s it?�

John nodded.

�Do I drink it?�

�Yes.  It�s soluble in water.  It tastes pretty bad by itself, so I recommend you put a little in something fairly sweet.�

She reach behind her, grasped a glass of ice tea she�d been nursing and held it out to him with a smile.  �Do it.�  He took the cap off and poured a few drops into the glass.  �Is that all it takes?�

�That�s plenty.  Taking more doesn�t usually have any additional effect.�

�Usually?�

�Well - there�s always the odd case.�

�Put it all in, John: just to be sure.�

John grinned and emptied the vial.  �What the heck, it�s easy to make more.�

Beth lifted the glass to her lips and drank every drop.  Setting it aside, she asked, �How long before it takes effect?�

�Normally things start happening in six to eight hours.  The whole process will be complete within 24 hours.�

�So by show time tomorrow night, I may be a new woman.  John, if this works, I promise to make it worth your while.�

�Oh, it�ll work.  There�s not been one instance that I know of where it had no effect.  The only variable is the degree to which it works.  There�s a wide range; some women only grow a few inches, some, as you said, double their size.  Some even more.  Everyone�s different.�

�Well, the bigger my boobs are, the better for my career.  But my professional interest aside, I just love having really big tits.�

�I�m rather fond of them myself.  Big tits in general, that is.  Well, yours too, certainly.  You�re a real knockout, Beth.�

�Thank you, John.  Listen, I was waiting for one of the girls to get off so I could catch a ride to my hotel - do you think you could give me a lift?�

�Absolutely,� he replied, trying not to blow his cool.  �When will you be ready?�

�I�m ready now, if you are,� she said grabbing her purse and heading toward the door.  John followed her out, admiring the view.  (She not only had a great ass, but her breasts were so large as to be easily seen from behind, jiggling along.)

She was staying in one of the nicest hotels in the area, but it was a good 45-minute drive from the club.  In the car on the way, they talked and laughed, and John�s hope of getting laid that night grew more and more concrete.

�You don�t happen to have the heat on, do you?� she asked after a lull in the conversation.

�No, I - the heat?  You�re feeling uncomfortably warm?�

�Yeah, I am.�

�Fingers and toes a little numb - prickly?�

�Uh, yeah...  How did you know?�

�It�s started working already.�

�Really?�

�Unusual.  After only, uh - 35, 40 minutes.�

She thought a moment.  �Could that mean something bad?�

�Oh no.  It is an indication that you�re likely to get good results.  Generally the sooner you start, the bigger you get.�

�Now that you mention it, this shirt is getting pretty tight.�

He looked over at her as she ran her hands across her luxuriant bosom, wishing he could the same.  �It was pretty tight to begin with, Beth.�

�Yeah, I know, but now it�s even -� she was interrupted by a sudden tearing sound.  A gap had opened up in her tee shirt where a nipple was poking through, and he watched as one of her huge breasts ripped the hole wider and slipped into view.  �Whoa!�  she exclaimed.  After a moment of silent amazement, she started laughing.  �You mean I just now grew out of my top?  Literally?�

John laughed with her.  �I�m afraid so, Beth.  I�m sorry, I had no idea it would happen this fast.  It never has before to my knowledge.  Look, you can wear my shirt into the hotel.�

Still laughing, she replied, �No that�s okay.  That shirt of yours would still be too small for me.  Anyway, I�m a stripper.  I go naked in public for a living.  I�ll give the night clerk a thrill.�

Just as she finished her sentence, the shirt ripped again, and her other breast slid free.  Beth made a little mock-scream and then pulled the shirt completely off.  �Look at me!  This is incredible!�  John was having a hard time keeping his mind on the road.  Beside him were the biggest tits he had ever seen, without a stitch of clothing on them and easily within arm�s reach.  To make things worse, she arched her back and lifted her great boobs with her hands. 

�I still haven�t gotten over how big they were to start with, but this is incredible,� said John as he scraped his tires against the curb, nearly running over a wino.  Her tits were now swollen to the point that they filled her lap entirely.

�Oh - that�s my hotel up there.  Why don�t you pull into the parking deck, and you can escort me to my room so I don�t get attacked,� she said, adding with a wink, �and then you can attack me�.  Every fiber of John�s being thought that was a very good idea.

They parked and got out of the car.  After Beth stood up, it became even more obvious just how much bigger her breasts had become.  Undulating in front of her, they thrust out from her torso so profoundly that it boggled the mind.  She grinned at him and patted the sides of her corpulent bosom.  �Yes indeed; this is working.  Let�s go play.�

As they entered the lobby, the night clerk glanced up and then did a double-take as Beth strutted by, her immense boobs bounding gravidly.  On the way up in the elevator, John noticed perspiration on the skin of her vast bosom.  �How are you feeling?�

�Actually I feel great.  Exhilarated.  Horny.�  She startled him by placing her hand over his crotch.  �I see the feeling is mutual.�  He was about to respond in kind when the elevator stopped and the doors opened.  No one else was in the hallway to see the incredible sight of Beth prancing along with her huge bare breasts frolicking unfettered.  She retrieved the key to her room from her purse and opened the door. 

Once they were inside, John could stand it no more.  He turned her around facing him and put his hands on her magnificent, enormous tits.  He could feel them throbbing, and with every pulse they were growing just a little bigger.  They had already swollen to a tremendous size; much bigger than she had been when they left the club.  He caressed the wide expanse of her massive, taut boobs, kneading and fondling them.  Her nipples were now fully distended, protruding dramatically from the tips of her massive breasts.  Beth took great delight in his touch, arching her back and pushing her chest against his hands while uttering little groans of delight.

�Ooo, that feels so good.  I can feel something just coursing through my boobs every time you do that.  It�s great; don�t stop,� she said, clasping her hands on top of his and pressing them against her copious flesh.

It didn�t take long for John to undress her since she was nearly naked to start with, but when it came time to remove his clothes, they were both so hot that it required a mutual effort.  They moved into the bedroom without taking their hands off each other, and he laid her down on her bedspread.  On her back, her enormous breasts thrust upward, jutting out so far that he couldn�t see her face.

�Hey, where�d you go?� he said as they both giggled.  As he mounted her, he got a better view.  She guided him inside her and he buried his head between her immense boobs.  He thrust his cock deep within her and Beth moaned ecstatically.  She clasped her swelling tits, pressing them against his head and chest, working them all around.  They wobbled and shook, occasionally squirting out droplets from her grandiose nipples.  John lifted his head up, stretching as far as he could in order to get back far enough to get one of those nipples in his mouth.  As he sucked on her massive tit she groaned blissfully, squirming under him and countering his thrusts with fervor.  They were both so hot that it didn�t take long for either of them to come, shaking violently and moaning in delight.

They lay beside each other panting, and after a few minutes, Beth kissed him, saying, �I�m going to rinse off in the shower.  Want to join me?�

�Yeah, in a second.�  She trotted off to the bathroom, her gigantic tits caroming ponderously as she walked, and soon John heard the water come on.  After it had warmed up, she slid the shower door open and stepped in.

�John, come here!�

He swung himself around and got up, walking into the bathroom as his still-hard cock flailed about.  �What.�

�Come in here and look at this.�  He got in the shower with her and gazed at her beautiful wet body with those incredibly huge breasts.  �My boobs are so big now, they�re pressing against both sides of the stall at the same time,� she said with a giggle.  He saw it was true, and reached out to caress her corpulent bosom.  She grasped his erection and cooed, �Ready for another round?�

When John awoke, he was alone in the bed.  He sat up and looked around to orient himself and then heard rustling in the next room.  Beth�s voice called to him, �Are you up?�

�Uh-huh.�

�My clothes don�t fit.�

�What?�

She appeared in the bedroom doorway wearing only a tight pair of jeans.  John�s mouth fell open.  Her tits had grown to well over twice the size they had been the night before.  They were absolutely enormous, bulging out before her about an arm�s length and swelling down on her tummy.  Despite their incredible size, they still retained their beautiful shape and firmness.  They were so immense that Beth actually had to do a sideways turn in order to get through the doorway.  As she walked over to where he lay on the bed, her colossal mammaries dipped and shivered massively, swinging to and fro.

�I said none of my tops fit me anymore.  But isn�t this great?� she said with a delighted grin as she stroked the broad expanse of her bosom.  She pulled the sheet off him and plopped herself down straddling him, her gigantic breasts caroming pendulously above him.  They nearly filled his entire field of vision.  He grasped them with great delight and began fondling them as she took his already stiff cock and slowly mounted it.

�They�re so big!�  he said with awe.  �The amazing thing is that you�re probably not even finished growing.�

�You�re kidding!  That�s terrific.  I can�t wait to get on stage tonight,� she murmured.  She began a rhythmic dancing movement, sliding up and down on his erection and twisting her torso from side to side.  John let go of her and watched as her immense boobs jostled and undulated deliciously.  �You know, I just thought of something,� she said as she clutched the sides of her mammoth tits and pressed them together, making them swell out in front as if they had suddenly grown to half again their staggering size.

�What�s that, baby?�

�I need to call Loretta.  She�s got to make me a new outfit for tonight!�

John hadn�t seen her since they�d finished their morning quickie, but he�d promised he would be at the club to see her dance that night.  He sat at his regular table with expectation that was both prurient and scientific.  He knew her breasts were still enlarging when he left, and was curious to see how big they had finally gotten.

The house lights darkened and Beth�s music began thumping its pulsating rhythm.  A spotlight played on the curtain as it parted and Beth bolted onto the stage, dancing fervently.  The audience gasped almost in unison when they comprehended the phenomenal size of her breasts.  A few women screamed in shock.  John was as stunned as anyone else; there was no doubt in his mind that he was looking at the biggest pair of breasts that any woman had ever had.  She wore a sequined red dress with a hemline that was just a few inches below her fanny.  The neck was cut low and wide, revealing a great expanse of her incredible cleavage, which wiggled and undulated as she danced.  After a couple minutes, she dropped the straps of her dress off her shoulders but held up the bodice, teasing the audience voluptuously.  Then in a flash, the dress was off and she was swinging it around over her head as she rocked her hips, wearing only a G-string.  Her tits were insanely enormous.  They projected out from her torso a startling distance, so full and taut that they gleamed.  They ballooned out to such an extreme that the bottoms came down near knee level, but they firmly protruded a good distance away from her legs and didn�t interfere with her movements.  Her colossal boobs were so massive she had to guide them with her hands as she danced.  They heaved and wiggled, as if each one breathed with a life of its own.  The crowd went nuts; people were hooting and yelling, one woman actually fainted, a couple guys tried to climb on stage and had to be restrained by security.  One fellow sat in a chair staring off into space, mumbling repeatedly, �I ain�t never seen titties �at big... I ain�t never seen titties �at big...� and another had to be ejected from the club for trying to masturbate under the table.

When she finished her act, the entire club was in an uproar.  Reality had seemingly been turned upside-down by Beth�s goliath set of hooters.  Sales at the bar skyrocketed as people bought themselves a good stiff drink to calm themselves down.

John was allowed to go backstage, and knocked on Beth�s dressing room door.

�Who is it?�

�John Gibson.�

�Come on in!�

She sat in a chair, knees spread apart and her mammoth mammaries resting on the floor.  �I�m exhausted.  These things are heavy!  But aren�t they incredible?  I love them!�

�They are incredible.  That�s some act you�ve got.�

�John, I�m going to be a famous woman.  Not to mention rich, I promise you that.  If you ever need anything, you just ask.�  She handed him a business card from her purse.  �Just contact me at this number.  Any time.�

�Thanks, Beth.�

�Could I ask a favor of you?�

�Sure.�

�I�d like a vial of that formula of yours, if it�s not to much trouble.�

�Well, it only works once, so it�s not going to -�

�It�s not for me, it�s for my sister Amy.  I called her earlier and told her all about it, and she wants some.  She�d been wondering why her boobs didn�t get any bigger when everyone else�s did, and she�d like to try it too.  Her breasts are almost as big as mine are now!�

�Good grief!� John exclaimed with wide eyes.  �Imagine how big she�ll get!�

�Yeah,� retorted Beth with a giggle, �and imagine how big Irma will be if she wants some!�

�Irma?�

�Oh, she�s my biggest sister!�