"In just one week, you too can increase your bust to the size you want!"
"Oh, another one..." I thought, as I looked at the direct mail flyer.
In the past, I had feverishly tried exercises and diets from various books, bust-enlarging suction devices, all to overcome my just-slightly inferior chest, but all to no avail. Even when I wore a push-up bra, without enough flesh to push up it had no effect. I quit using the "bust-enlarging adhesive tape" after it left adhesive stuck all over me.
I tossed the catalog on the middle of the dining table. After changing clothes and taking a shower, I made some ramen in the kitchen. I brought the pot of ramen to the dining table, but didn't have a mat, so I put the pot on top of the catalog and started eating. As I ate I skimmed the text. It said that the product was genetically engineered, and spliced itself into the user's genes to increase the bust size. I read further, about how how revolutionary it was. Its remarkable results were explained in detail with all sorts of diagrams, but I lost interest when I got to the final cost: "Special price through the end of this year: 298,000 yen."
I rolled up the catalog and threw it at the trash can. It missed by a mile, landing in the pile of trash behind the can.
One day several weeks later, during my break I was in the ladies' room when I met Miyuki, who works in the same department as me. When I saw her, I felt something very unusual. Wondering why, I stared closely at her. Miyuki had always been my only "flat-chested companion" in the department, but now her breasts were sticking out like they were about to burst. Continuing to gaze at her chest, I asked her what had happened. A little shyly, she said, "I got this catalog for a new genetically engineered drug. I bought it, and got this big!"
"You were brave to pay for such an expensive drug without knowing if it would work or not," I said.
"The catalog had a postcard for requesting a free sample. I sent it in and received enough of the drug to increase by one cup size. When I tried it I was surpised how well it worked, and ended up spending next year's summer bonus to buy the drug," Miyuki explained.
When I got home I quickly dug out the rolled-up catalog I had thrown away. I took out the wrinkled sample order postcard and sent it in.
I took the sample that arrived several days later, and in just a few days my bust increased to a B-cup. Looking at my chest, with a little cleavage now visible, I was moved. I decided to use my summer bonus to buy the drug, too. I began to fill out the application form attached to the sample, but deciding what size to become was a problem. An A or B-cup was now out of the question, but everyone says breasts that are too big cause backaches. In the end I decided on a D-cup. In a short time I had the "big boobs" I had so earnestly desired.
I never thought it would be so much fun to put on clothes that emphasized my bust, then walk with confidently with my chest stuck out. At work and walking down the street, having men's eyes drawn right to my chest was like a dream come true for me.
However, the dream didn't last long...
For the drug's effect soon spread, and all the other women started using it. E, F, G, H-cups... A herd of "super-big-tits" sprang up around me. So comparatively speaking, I was once again "meager busted."
I became determined once again, and sent off an application form one more time. This time I paid in a lump sum with the next year's winter bonus. So now with big I-cup breasts the size of muskmelons, I was satisfied.
But that satisfaction didn't last long, either.
Of course there were the backaches, the difficulty running, and various troubles, but most of all it was the expense.
Since there were no Japanese-made bras in my size, I had to buy all expensive imported ones, with no discount brands available. I couldn't fit in my clothes anymore because my chest was too big, and had to buy almost a whole new wardrobe. And since the selection was more limited, when I bought new clothes they always ended up being very expensive.
If I had received my summer bonus as I expected, I might have gotten by somehow, but my company's business was extremely bad, and I didn't even get half the usual amount. The winter bonus was even less.
From there I began a lifestyle of destitution, eating only about 1 meal a day, and that was at the company cafeteria, where I could still eat for free.
One Saturday while waiting for payday still three days away, I looked at my meager remaining money and let out a sigh. As day turned to dusk, I took a bath to ease my empty stomach. As I massaged my breasts, which were still bulging despite my lack of nutrition, I was surprised when a white milky liquid squirted from my nipples.
Since I had had no luck with men for several years, I couldn't be pregnant. Thinking it could be a side effect of the drug, I called the company's service center.
"As it says in the directions, type "I" of the drug does have that "feature." It's because type "I" is made from the genes of Holstein milk cows. There's absolutely nothing to worry about," they said lightly.
Becoming half-desperate, I squeezed my breasts. The milk really came out. I decided to squirt it into a cup. It steadily filled up the cup. Cautiously I drank some. It was rich, even more delicious than cow's milk. Then suddenly I had an idea.
Soon after that I began selling homemade "fresh from the dairy" milk around my department at work. Everyone thought it was so good, I couldn't keep producing enough. So I got my former "flat-chested companion" Miyuki to join me. Now during our breaks at work the two of us go around, delivering cups filled with milk.
The End