"Every day, it's the same thing, " thought Priscilla as she clocked into work at the chemical factory. Prissy, as she was known to her friends, was amongst the 3 specialists into containing and cleaning up after chemical spills and gas leaks. Today wasn't out of the ordinary as she thought.
Looking at the clock, she sat at her desk bored. Seems everyone was extra careful today. No spills or leaks to go to work. She just wished there was something to do. Breaking for lunch, she sat usually to herself. Other workers wanted her job as she didn't have to work much unless there was an accident. While secretly, it was Prissy who was jealous of them because they actually did work and not just sit around all day. Prissy's 2 other assistants, Melony and Thomas were also just as bored, but decided to go home early as nothing was bound to happen. Thomas made sure everything in the lab was secured and spotless before clocking out. Prissy and Melony walked back to the lab talking and waving to Thomas as he drove off. Prissy was always envious of Melony's figure. She thought that's how Melony got the job as she couldn't tell a helium gas leak from nitrous oxide.
Melony was a gorgeous young woman, about 27 years of age or so as Prissy guessed.Melony stood at 5'7" tall with long wavy raven-black hair and piercing green eyes and curves in all the right places. Prissy noticed how their boss always looked at Melony as she walked by. Prissy never got those kinds of looks, but secretly wanted to be lusted after in the same fashion as Melony. Prissy was quite tall at 6'5" and a solid 185 lbs of solid bone and muscle as she worked out to keep in shape.Only thing she didn't have were the curves. When it came to breasts, Melony was the company queen with a specially made 46KK bra that barely held in her breasts. Seems Melony had a childhood disease that affected her breasts and it accentuated their growth through puberty but stopped to a halt just 2 years ago. Melony was always friendly though and kept assuring Prissy that she's bound to get larger someday. Prissy smiled and hoped so as she barely needed a bra at all with her 40B's.
There was still 3 hours in the workday left to go and being it was a weekend, Melony decided now was a good a time as any to leave. She made sure Prissy didn't need any help and got a satirical reply of "Oh, there's just TONS of work to do here today, but I can manage", from Prissy who immediately broke out with a giggle.Melony put her labcoat on the hanger and set it in the hole on the standing clothes rack and left. Watching the clock had never been so boring as it had been now that she was alone, for Prissy. A phone's ringing suddenly broke the boredom and nearly toppled Prissy out of her chair. "We have a truck that backed into the loading bay, 3 of the cylinders in it broke. 2 Liquids and 1 gas. All leaking. We have evacuated and secured the area." "Great!", Prissy thought, "of all times to happen, now after my help has gone home! Oh well, it's something to do!" She gathered up her mask and gear and made it to the loading bay. She borrowed a janitor's mop and bucket and promised to have them replaced on Monday. The 2 liquid cylinders were a total loss and the contents oozed out forming a pink and green puddle on the floor. Even through the mask, she could smell the combination and giggled some. "Why, it smells like... chewing gum! mixed with..", she sniffed again, "smells like some kind of spearmint!", she thought to herself. She took the mask off and cleaned the mess up, forgetting about the gas leak for now. Looking at the gas canister, she wished she didn't take the mask off. It was some kind of disinfectant but one that could affect her lungs.As she applied a seal to the canister, it tipped some spraying her lab coat, soaking it, but the job was done and she told the workers to turn on some fans and let the place air out for an hour, then it'd be safe to work.
Prissy took the ooze in the bucket and her now soaked lab coat and returned to the lab.Although she had inhaled some of the disinfectant, she felt perfectly fine. She took the coat off to see it had soaked not only to her clothes, but onto her skin as well, so she set it on a hanger to be cleaned and popped into the shower and made sure to get all or as much as she could off. She could smell the ooze from the shower and thought about it. Perhaps the heat may be affecting it. She came out of the shower to check on the bucket outside, but tripped on a sliver of soap and fell flat. What she felt next was what she had feared, during the fall, her hand struck one of the wheels on the bucket and it tipped over, coating her in it. She stood up in frustration and took another shower. "Oh well, at least it smells good.", she thought giggling.
She went to check on her lab coat to discover it missing, along with Melony's. A note by the door revealed the cleaners had picked it up early today.She noticed a slight hissing from a canister near the door. "The cleaner must have nudged it.", she thought and turned it off. She was not alarmed, it was only a little nitrous oxide. She began to giggle and had a tough time controlling it as the gas affected her. Quitting time had arrived and she put her clothes on, oddly though, her bra and shirt felt tighter for some reason. She clocked out and went home.
Prissy basically had no home life to speak of. She lived alone and never invited anyone over. Driving home, her bra felt even tighter on her. She thought, "Some cheap bra! Perhaps I didn't dry off enough in the shower and it's just iritating me." She made it home and went to her bedroom and took off her shirt and bra. She noticed the red marks on her breasts and sides in the mirror. So she tried on another bra...and another...and another.. all the same thing, none of them fit her comfortably. She measured herself and gasped a little. She was still in the 40 range, but according to the guidelines, she should be somewhere in a D range not a B. She couldn't understand how it happened then thought about the cleanup at work. She called work up to get the addresses and phone numbers on the labels of the broken canisters. Nothing out of the ordinary. They weren't gum or spearmint though. The pink goo was a solidifying agent used to make molds of things. The green goo was a soothing ointment used for pains, but caused a mild tickling sensation. The disinfectant, though sounding terrible, if inhaled would pass through the body in a couple days and would only open up the lungs more. She just couldn't understand it. It was after the nitrous oxide incident and her laughing that she noticed her breasts got bigger.
The wheels in her head started turning as she felt another tickling/giggling binge start. After laughing a good 2 minutes, she had to check her breasts again. She'd grown again! From a 40 D to a 42 GG. On one hand, she was panicking and about to call for help. On the other, she felt if she's going to continue to get bigger, she'll have the men at work drooling over her like they did for Melony. Her mind set on the lust she could cause, she decided not to make the call, but figure out how this was happening and could it happen again. She finally came up with a reasonable explaination in about an hour and laughed again, now to a 44 JJ, nearing Melony's size. She would call Melony on Saturday night to not only show off the new her, but to help her get a fitting bra. She fell asleep, rubbing her new breasts and was forced to sleep naked for the first time.She rather enjoyed it.
She called Melony around 7PM to ask her to come over and prepare for a shock. Melony was right on time and as Prissy answered the door in a robe, Melony's eyes bulged out and mouth dropped. "My gawd! Prissy! You're... HUGE! HOW! WHEN!?" Prissy showed Melony inside and sat her on the couch. She told of the cleanup at work. "Nearest thing I can come up with was the disinfectant in the canister expanded my lungs, making me take in more and more air. The ooze turned that air into a solid making my breasts grow and when I laugh, more air comes in and solidifies making me bigger! The feeling is outstanding, though the heaviness in my breasts take some getting used to, so I need your help to get a bra made for me." Melony was stunned but agreed to help in the morning.
That morning, Prissy and Melony drove to the outskirts of town to the shop where Melony has her bras made.They had to pull over once though as Prissy had another laughing fit and said not only were they getting strong but more often, possibly due to the disinfectant wearing off. Melony smiled, "At least by tonight you can laugh again without growing bustier!" Prissy nodded. The bra maker's eyes grew huge seeing Prissy. "My dear! You're going to be a challenge! Sit here while I get my measuring tape!", she said. Melony and Prissy looked around the room while they heard the phone ring and the bra-maker answer it. For no reason, Prissy started laughing again, this time harder and longer than she had all weekend. Her eyes were tearing up as she gasped out for help to Melony. Melony's eyes focused on Prissy's breasts, ballooning out as if there were no tomorrow. The bra-maker came in at this time and seeing her breasts growing nearly fainted.She snapped out of it though and smirked, "I know how to stop her laughing!" and immediately poked Prissy's rear with her pin. "YEEEEEOUUUUUUCH!", cried Prissy who started crying and rubbing her bottom. "See, it worked!", the bra- maker smirked. After measuring her, the bra-maker found some extra strong hooks, elastic and quite a few yards of material and formed a bra for Prissy. She let out a little laugh to test and sighed, "I've stopped growing! Now I can go on with my life!" as she looked at her breasts, "Umm, what size am I?" The bra-maker said with pride, "Honey, the closest I can come out to would be a 54 ZZZZ. You have breasts that if not for a bra or clothing restraints, would stretch down to just under your kneecaps and that's if you were standing up! Bent over, you could probably make them into a bed and sleep on top of your own breasts with plenty to spare!"
The bra-maker was very resourceful in her work and the bra was extremely supportive. Every man's eyes at work turned huge seeing Prissy and Melony, though not jealous, wished for breasts just as large. Prissy later quit work to go into posing for men's magazines to drive more men crazy and had tons of fan mail to go through. Melony had left her roommate and moved in with Prissy and helped her with the fan mail. Melony still worked at the chemical factory, until one day she came across an old bucket buried under some notes at the lab, with a strange pink/green ooze on the side, inside the bucket and a lab coat on the floor behind the door smelling of disinfectant which she isolated into a spray.... she smiled thinking of the possibilities as she snuck some of the ooze and the spray home....
the end?
(Will Melony use it on herself? Will she use it on Prissy? Will she sell it to the highest bidder or perhaps start a company bent on making every woman in the world super-mammothly chested? )