Helen Fox stood naked before her full-length mirror and examined herself. Long, strawberry-blond hair cascaded eagerly over her smooth shoulders. Her delicate facial features were accentuated by her striking, jade-green eyes and naturally red lips. Supple, smooth thighs were topped by deliciously curvy hips which closely guarded the small triangle of strawberry down between her legs and culminated in a perfect, heart-shaped backside.
The most noticeable of her features, however, was just below her slender neckline, and it was this attribute to which Helen always stopped in awe.
Adorning her upper torso Helen had two of the most pitifully small breasts imaginable. In fact, what she had was no breasts. For them to be smaller they'd have to be sinking inwards.
She sighed in frustration and disappointment, and slipped on an old terrycloth bathrobe which completely obscured her figure.
It wasn't that she had anything against small breasts. There were plenty of attractive women with a chest like hers, and plenty of men who appreciated them. The problem was that the rest of her body made it look like she was supposed to have big tits. The hips and the ass and the shoulders all sort of implied them. Consequently, their absence was far more noticeable than if she'd had one of those petite, pre-pubescent bodies.
She plopped down on her bed and picked up the letter she'd dropped there a few moments ago. After reading it through slowly for what seemed like the millionth time she grabbed the portable phone from off her night stand and carefully dialed the number printed at the bottom of the paper in her hand. It answered almost immediately.
"Hello, this is Doctor Edwards," a soothing voice said. She had met him last week when she went in to be tested, and an image of his face immediately joined with the voice. Thick, brown hair, tan skin, and a strong, angular face which housed the most perfect, crystal-blue eyes she'd ever seen. No problem recalling that image.
"Hi, doctor, this is Helen Fox," she said, little knots of excitement twisting in her chest.
"Yes, Helen... how are you? Have you gotten the results?" She cleared her throat, feeling like a novice skydiver about to make her first jump.
"Y-yes," she stammered, "I've got them right here."
"Well, great," he said. "Does that mean you've reached a decision?" Helen bit her lower lip lightly and took a deep breath.
"Yes," she said firmly. "I've decided to go through with the procedure."
"Wonderful!" he cried. "Oh Helen, I'm so pleased... you are going to play a pivotal role in the advancement of safe cosmetic enhancement! Listen, why don't you come down to my lab about noon tomorrow and we'll get started, okay?"
"O-okay," she said feebly.
"Great! See you tomorrow!" the doctor said, and hung up with a soft click.
Helen felt as though her head was full of helium, and wasn't sure if fear or elation was the cause. Either way, she had made her decision and was going to stick by it. She got up from the bed and stood before the mirror again, knowing she'd never sleep tonight.
The next afternoon Helen found herself laying on an inclined examination table, naked from the waist up.
"Really, Helen... I can't tell you how much I appreciate your volunteering for this," said the doctor as he poked and prodded Helen's small, pale nubs.
"Th-that's okay," she stammered, electric butterflies filling her stomach as she watched his strong, warm hands explore her naked breasts.
"I just hope it's safe, that's all."
"Oh it's safe, don't you worry about that," he said softly without looking up from her chest. "It's the safest form of breast augmentation ever conceived of."
"M-maybe it would help if you explained it to me. Tell me what's actually going to happen," she said, and noticed with mild embarrassment that her small, pink nipples were starting to harden.
"Yes, of course," said the doctor, unaffected by the taut nips blossoming under his fingertips. "Actually, I can't believe no one's thought of it before... it's such a simple principle. Have you ever heard of the term macromastia?" he asked, looking up for the first time.
"No, I don't think so," Helen said, not liking the clinical sound of the word. The doctor continued.
"Macromastia is a disorder which causes the breasts to swell to phenomenal, even gargantuan proportions. It begins right around the time a girl hits puberty, although there are records which report it occurring even earlier. Remaining untreated, the breasts can grow so big that by the time the woman hits eighteen she may need help just to walk."
"Whoa... wait a minute," Helen said quickly. "You're not gonna give me that disease, are you? I mean, I don't want breasts that big!" The doctor held up his hand in assurance.
"No, I'm not going to give you macromastia. First of all, it's a genetic mutation, not a disease. Very rare. That's why no one ever hears about it. Second of all, there's no cure, so even if I could it wouldn't be ethical to give it to you." Helen was confused.
"Then what does it have to do with-" The doctor cut her off.
"What I've been able to do is mimic the effects of macromastia!" he said proudly.
"Mimic? How?" she asked. A trickle of excitement ran down her spine.
"Well, simply put...I've basically combined various substances, legal chemicals that our bodies produce naturally, into varying levels and concentrations; sort of a hormone/amino-acid cocktail. There are a series of time-release capsules which contain it all. As the capsules dissolve the body is fooled into believing that it has the genetic code for macromastia. The body then activates the physiological systems that create the effects." Helen's eyes widened and she realized her nipples had continued to tighten.
"The effects being..."
"Enormous breasts!" he said triumphantly.
Helen wasn't sure what to think. Her intellect told her that this might not be such a good idea but her hard nipples, now pointing out in hot-pink need were telling her something else.
"But you're sure it's safe? What if something goes wrong?" she asked. The doctor walked over to a small refrigerator next to the examination table and opened the door. He removed a small plastic tray and, closing the door with his foot, walked back over to Helen. As he lowered the tray to her eye level she saw a line of five pills; red, green, orange, yellow, and blue. They were translucent, like those gelatin capsules she'd seen on TV. He sat on the edge of the examination table, holding the tray in front of her.
"Nothing could go wrong," he said soothingly. "Like I said, the chemicals in these pills are the same chemicals your body makes naturally. I specifically researched these materials with the risk of overdose and chemical-interaction in mind. There's nothing in here you can overdose on, and there is nothing that your body won't recognize, and ultimately absorb. The worst thing that could happen is that nothing could happen at all."
He smiled reassuringly at Helen, and lightly cupped her breast with his free hand, delicately grazing the straining nipple with his palm. She gasped lightly and felt her face flush as the doctor's blue eyes and warm hand melted her fear.
"O-okay," she whispered, and swallowed dryly. He handed her the tray, and then quickly fetched her a cup of water.
Helen gingerly picked up the red pill and placed it on her tongue. It was still cold from the refrigerator. She took a sip of water and swallowed it down, feeling it trace a cool line down the length of her throat.. She did the same with the other three until only the blue pill remained.
So far Helen hadn't felt anything happening inside her. She didn't expect her breasts to sprout out like emergency air-bags but she thought she'd feel some kind of...something.
"When do I take the blue one?" she asked. The doctor took the tray from her and walked back over to the refrigerator.
"You take that when you want the effects to stop," he said, returning the pill to cold storage. Helen was confused.
"Wait, " she said. " I thought you said the effects would stop on their own. That the body would 'absorb' it or something."
"Oh, yes, it will stop on its own," he said. "It's just that there's no telling how big your breasts may get before that happens. You may want to stop it yourself. It's basically a fail-safe mechanism.
Helen felt a little easier knowing that she had the power to halt things if she wanted to.
"Okay, why don't you get dressed and we'll set up our next appointment," he said.
"What, that's it?" she asked, confused. "I thought you'd need to observe me for a while...to see if the pills took effect. I mean, is it safe for me to go home?" The doctor chuckled.
"Helen...it's not like your breasts are going to explode out of your body. We're talking about a very gradual process here. I'd be surprised if we saw any effects by next week." She wasn't convinced.
"Well can I take the blue pill with me...in case of an emergency?"
"Trust me...there will be no need, besides which the pill has to remain in cold storage. If it gets above forty-five degrees it becomes inactive. Please, don't worry...everything's going to be okay." He flashed his young doctor-smile at her.
"O-okay," she said, not sure if it was okay at all, and began to get dressed.
That night Helen had the first wet dream of her life. A muscular, deeply tanned stud was straddling her chest...his perfectly firm ass cheeks pressing against her small tits as he slowly fed inch after inch of his long cock into her hungry mouth. The weight of him on her chest was delicious and Helen felt herself start to cum when suddenly she awoke. Her eyes flew open in the darkness as she realized the weight on her chest was still there! Panicked, she fumbled blindly for the light switch and flicked it on.
Her jaw dropped as she saw herself.
The tattered gray tee-shirt she wore to bed usually hung loose on her. Now it was stretched beyond reason by two huge, round globes within it...with two thumb-sized shapes poking sharply at the tips, threatening to puncture the straining fabric.
Numb with shock, Helen slowly reached up with her right hand and lightly touched the right breast with her open palm. It was real all right...warm and heavy, and as her palm caressed it a shiver trickled down the length of her body. She reached up and gently grazed the thick, fabric-clad nipple with thumb and forefinger and gave it a gentle squeeze. Instantly a shock of sexual electricity shot through her body and down to her clit, making her gasp in a mixture of pleasure and fear. Not only were her breasts and nipples huge...they seemed about ten times more sensitive as well!
She sat up awkwardly, unable to gauge the pitching, liquid weight of these whoppers. The digital clock said 3:00a.m.. She reached for the phone and dialed with shaking fingers.
"Hello?" answered a tired voice. "This is Bill Edwards...is this an emergency?"
"Doctor it's Helen Fox," she said huskily, the sound of her own voice shocking her even more.
"Helen? What's wro-"
"Doctor...it happened much faster than you said it would! My chest is huge and I don't know if it's done growing yet!"
"What do you mean?" he asked, panic creeping into his voice. "You only took the pills this afternoon!"
"I know, I know! But believe me my breasts are as big as basketballs and what's more, they're a lot more sensitive than they used to be...but it has to stop! I need the last pill!"
'O-okay Helen...just sit tight!" he said, trying unsuccessfully to regain his professional demeanor. "I have to go to the lab first and then I'll be over. Expect me in about an hour."
"Please...come as fast as you can!" she begged. "I don't know how much bigger they're going to get in an hour!"
"I'll be there as soon as I can," he said, and hung up with a click.
Helen hung up the receiver and looked back down at her chest.
"God this is crazy,' she said to herself, and began removing her tee-shirt. She found she couldn't stretch the bottom of the shirt over the huge boobs, and the more she struggled the more the fabric slid back and forth across her fat nipples...sending shock after shock of agonizing pleasure throughout her body and making her heart start to pound in her chest with unprecedented lust.
"Oh for crying out loud!" she spat, and grabbed a pair of scissors. She opened the blades at the neckline of the shirt and made a small snip. Instantly a loud riiiiiiiiip! cut through the air as the shirt exploded open and her swollen globes burst out of their prison with a force that almost knocked Helen over.
Now that the mammoth breasts were freed, a hot tingling sensation began within them, making Helen's eyes close in sexual yearning. She slipped off the remains of the exploded tee-shirt and walked over to her mirror. The last time she had looked at herself in it she'd been disgusted by the minuscule proportions of her chest. Now, as she saw herself for the first time, clad only in a soaking wet pair of white panties and sprouting two flushed pink watermelons with thick red gherkin-sized nipples capping the tips, her panic disappeared and was replaced by a groan of approval.
"Oh wow."she said throatily. "These are...actually...not so bad!"
All fear was gone, and she gently reached up and tweaked both nipples, shuddering as the shock of hot lust burned through her body.
Her breathing sped up as she took her left breast in both hands and, still watching herself in the mirror, hefted it slowly up towards her mouth. The heat from her hands against the smooth, firm tit flesh was delicious and as the fat nipple came closer Helen whispered:
"Oh god, I've wanted to do this all my life!" and then gasped through her nose as her lips clamped around the sweet, rubbery teat and began sucking. Like a strobe light the bolts of pleasure shot from her nipple to every part of her body and her eyes widened in shock as an orgasm suddenly ripped through her, drenching her panties till they were so saturated that her cum began dripping warmly down both legs. As the orgasm ebbed Helen let her nipple go with a "pop!" and looked at herself in the mirror. She looked down at the soaked panties, and slipped them off uneasily as her tits rocked and swayed. Her pussy lips were puffed and swollen, and her clitoris was hard and popping out like the stem from an apple.
"Oh man," she groaned, "I think my clit is getting bigger too! I wonder if it's more sensitive!"
She reached down and with the pad of her forefinger gave her swelling clit the lightest caress.
"OOOOOOOHHHHHhh!!" she screamed as her pussy exploded inside her and agonizing pleasure ignited every cell in her body with so much force that Helen stumbled back and collapsed on the bed, her immense tits pitching and rolling against her prone form and making the waves of pleasure intensify as her sex muscles pulsed and squeezed against each other. Helen gasped for air, and as the orgasm finally ebbed a layer of perspiration coated her entire body, making her flushed skin shimmer.
"Oh my god..." she managed to choke out. "This is serious."
She decided to lay quiet and not mess around anymore until the doctor arrived, but as she began to relax she noticed that the waves of pleasure hadn't completely gone away, but rather had settled back into that tingling sensation she'd felt earlier...only now it was in her sensitive clit as well as her breasts. She tried to ignore it, but it persisted and pretty soon she found herself lightly caressing the sides of her big boobs. Several minutes went by and Helen was on the verge of touching her clit again when the doorbell rang.
"Thank god..." she muttered, rescued from herself, and carefully got up from the bed. She grabbed her robe from her closet and as she was slipping it on she caught sight of herself in the mirror again...and the air stopped short in her lungs.
Her breasts were even bigger!
Helen looked down to her still-tingling pussy...and saw a clitoris the size of a child's pinky-finger poking eagerly from her fat, swollen lips.
"Wow!" she whispered, hypnotized by the utter sexual caricature that she had become. She looked back up to her face, and saw her flushed cheeks and pouting lips and eyes half-lidded with lust. It turned her on more than anything so far, and as she heard the doctor letting himself in she suddenly knew what she needed.
"Helen? Are you all right?" He called from the doorway.
"I'm in here," she called back and, slipping off the robe turned to face the bedroom door. Her heart sped up as she heard his hard, masculine steps approaching.
She watched as he entered the door frame, and then stopped as though hitting a glass wall when he saw her, his jaw dropping like it was full of ball bearings. She felt a shock of excitement sizzle her fat nipples as she saw his eyes lock onto her breasts. Slowly she reached up with both hands and began caressing them, delighting in the doctor's fixated stare.
"H-Helen," he stammered hoarsely, "I...I can't...I didn't-"
"It's not what you expected, is it?" she said, and smirked sexily. He shook his head dumbly, eyes glued to the titanic mammaries.
Helen bit her lip in anticipation and walked slowly toward the doctor.
"Well it's not what I expected either," she said, and stopped with just one inch between the doctor and the tips of her straining nipples.
"But let me tell you something..." She gently lifted her right breast up toward the doctor's face and lightly grazed his warm, soft lips with the thick nip.
"I don't mind a bit!" she said and shoved the huge nipple into his mouth, gasping as the wet warmth engulfed it. She reached down with her left hand and felt his cock, big and hard through his pants as he grabbed her breast with both hands and began sucking as if his life depended on it.
Helen already felt the stirring of her orgasm as she pulled his pants off, and had to literally pry his mouth from her nipple so she could push him onto the bed and hungrily stretch her own lips around the doctor's immense organ. She had never sucked cock with such reckless abandon, and she felt extremely sexy as it got bigger and bigger in her mouth. She gave it one more suck and then let it stand on its own. Looking into the doctor's eyes she whispered urgently:
"I wanna put this baby between my new big tits...okay?" The doctor could only nod.
Helen lay down on the bed and squeezed her huge globes together. She shivered in anticipation as the doctor straddled her torso. He moved his ass forward slowly, and Helen groaned as she felt the thick warmth of his heavy cock filling inch after inch of her fleshy channel. He began to pump faster, making Helen grind her hips against the air as the hot pleasure intensified. The doctor suddenly withdrew from her chest and Helen, heart pounding like a jackhammer as she realized what he was doing groaned and then screamed in pleasure as he moved between her legs and sank his cock deep inside of her, grinding his pubic-bone against her huge clit. She screamed once more as he quickly reached up and squeezed a nipple in each hand. Orgasms ripped through her over and over as his thick meat devoured her exploding pussy, mashing her g-spot and sliding back and forth across her tortured clit...punctuated by the agonizing pleasure as her fat nipples were expertly teased by his professional hands. She thrashed her head from side to side...sweat flying as one orgasm moved into the next and soon became one swollen, angry torrent of pleasure.
She had only the barest presence of mind when the doctor pulled out of her and, smashing her tits together, felt his now purple cock sink between them just as it burst, shooting thick, hot strands of cum deep between her boobs, dribbling warmly from her cleavage and pooling in the hollow of her neck as she panted in exhaustion...her body limp from orgasm.
"Helen, I have to tell you something," he said after they'd gotten their breath back.
"Wait," she said, "first you'd better let me take the blue pill. I don't know how much more of this growing I'm gonna be able to take." The doctor looked at her with wide eyes.
"That's just it! I was just so shocked before that I couldn't even say it."
"Say what?"
"This entire experiment has been psychological! All those pills were nothing but gelatin capsules!" Helen's jaw dropped.
"What?"she said. "But how can that be? I mean...look at me!"
"All I can say is that you have a very powerful mind," he said. "Your mind decided it wanted you to have a body like this and when it was given the opportunity to create it, well, you can see for yourself." Helen looked back down at the sexual amusement park that had become of her body.
"But how will I stop it?" she asked, both fearful and excited. "Will I be okay?"
"Well, my guess is your mind will shut this growth process off when it's reached its goal...whatever that may be. As for your being okay, it would seem that all of your parts are in working order," he smiled and began lightly caressing her left breast.
Helen took a deep breath, forcing her still-swelling tits toward the ceiling, and exhaled at the same time she reached for the doctor's growing cock.
"Well then," she said huskily as she rubbed the fattening hard-on into her left nipple, "I guess I'm just finally being myself."