Interactive BE Story

by the happyguy

Author's Note: The BE Archive has enlisted several authors to write interactive stories. This is an exciting new form of narration that allows the user to participate in the flow of the story. When I first read about this effort, I broke out in a cold sweat, fearing that someone was going to actually do something more clever than what I've done.

So, not to be outdone, I have written this tale, which allows you, the reader, to take full participation in choosing how the story unfolds. Unfortunately, I am way too lazy to dedicate the time and attention that an effort like this demands. So this is more of -- well -- "Guided Interactive Fiction." Enjoy.

---- START HERE ----

"This is absolutely unacceptable," she spits. "You have already had almost a year to bring this project to completion, and you're telling me the timeline is going to slide -- again? I have to justify the funding of this project not just to the Board of Directors, but to the Government as well."

She points a stern finger at you. "Can we rely on the timeline you've given in this report?"

You nod yes, afraid to say more.

"Well, I certainly hope so." She huffs, then straightens her blouse beneath her short jacket. She shoots you a hard look. "Because if you don't meet this deadline, we'll have no choice but to pass the project off to Simmons for completion."

You leap to your feet. "You can't do that!" you stammer. "Simmons would kill this project! She has been opposed to it from the start. Besides, even if she wanted to complete the project, she just doesn't understand the chemistry!"

Your boss frowns and shakes her head. "Well then, you understand the importance." She turns smartly on her heels and strides out of the office.

Briefly, you think you see dark-haired Marcie Simmons lurking in the hall, but when you step to the door, only your boss is there, striding to the elevator.

Sighing, you sit back down at your desk and look at the latest test results.

You start thinking about the implications your research could have....

SELECT THE TYPE OF RESEARCH YOU ARE DOING:

1) Agricultural methods that will end world hunger forever -- GO TO SECTION 161C

2) A medical vaccine that prevents both heart disease and cancer -- GO TO SECTION 110B

3) A chemical compound that makes women's breasts enormously large -- GO TO SECTION 132A

---- 132A ----

You bundle up your papers and put them in your briefcase. It is Friday night, but you plan to use all of Saturday continuing to work from your lab at home. At the last minute, you take the most recent sample that you haven't even had time to test yet.

You awake the next morning on your couch, covered with the papers that you fell asleep reviewing. The chemical sample is safe in your refigerator.

You've been awakened by the doorbell. Groggily, you get up, stretch, and straighten the clothes that you are still wearing from yesterday.

When you get to the door, you discover that it is....

SELECT THE PERSON WHO IS AT THE DOOR:

1) Joe the Plumber -- GO TO SECTION 152A

2) The Jehovah's witnesses -- GO TO SECTION 149B

3) Your gorgeous but dippy blonde neighbor Misti -- GO TO SECTION 121A

---- 121A ----

"Oh, hi Misti," you say. "How are you?"

"Another tough night at the lab?" she asks.

You shrug. "Well, actually, I ended up falling asleep on the couch...."

She frowns with her full, pouting lips. "You really shouldn't work so hard. You should go out and have more fun." Then she brightens. "Hey, I know! Me and some of my model friends are having a party on the beach tonight! Why don't you come with us?"

You shake your head. "Sorry, Misti. But I really have a ton of work to do. I would love to come, but...."

Misti stomps her foot determinedly. "I won't take no for an answer!" Then she smiles. "Come on, it will be fun!"

You rub your tired eyes, "Gosh, Misti, I'd really like to.... say, is that why you came over?"

"No actually, I came to borrow some milk. I'm making brownies for the party tonight."

"Oh, sure. No problem. Wait right here."

SELECT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT:

1) You are out of milk, so tell Misti you don't have any -- GO TO SECTION 104A

2) You start to accidentally start to pour your new chemical compound into a bottle, but at the last moment realize what you are doing, and pour the milk instead -- GO TO SECTION 192C

3) You accidentally give Misti a sample of your new chemical compound, which looks a lot like milk -- GO TO SECTION 54C

---- 54C ----

You shake your head smiling. Then you sigh heavily, and turn back to your research.

There is another knocking at your door. You turn and open it. It is small, dark-haired Marcie Simmons from work.

"What are you doing here?" you ask incredulously.

She smiles smugly. "So, how did your meeting with the boss go?"

You shrug. "Uh -- it went OK."

"I'll bet it did." She notices the papers scattered on your couch. "Are these your research papers?" Picking one up, she says slyly, "Can I have a look? Sort of a sneak peek before I take over the project."

You snatch the paper from her. "Look, I am getting some very promising results lately. I not only expect to make the boss' deadline, but to beat it." You look at her defiantly, hoping you sound more confident than you feel.

She smirks. "OK, whatever you say." She starts to leave, and pauses at the door. "Oh, by the way, the rumor is that not only am I going to get your project, but I'll be getting your office, too." She smiles at you, "since, after all, no one will be using it soon." She laughs, and leaves the house.

Sighing, you gather your papers....

SELECT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT:

1) You go into the kitchen and discover that you've given Misti the chemical by accident -- GO TO SECTION 134A

2) You go to your lab in the basement -- GO TO SECTION 336C

---- 336C ----

Suddenly, there is a tapping on the basement window.

SELECT WHO IS TAPPING ON THE WINDOW:

1) Buzz, the labrador retriever who belongs to the next-door neighbors -- STOP NOW; YOU ARE TOO SICK TO READ THIS STORY

2) Joe the Plumber -- GO TO SECTION 132A

3) Buffy, the nubile college coed from next door who just turned 19 -- GO TO SECTION 381A

---- 381A ----

"Hey, sport!" Buffy cries as she comes down the storm cellar stairs. She is wearing a short t-shirt that exposes a band of soft midriff over her tight jeans. Her hair is pulled up in a pony tail, which bounces as she comes down the stairs. "How's the research going?"

"Oh, not bad," you say. When Buffy gives you a doubting look you say, "Terrible. The boss has given me a hard deadline, and if I don't meet it, they're going to give the project to someone else. And maybe fire me."

Buffy nods, and sits on a tall wooden stool by the lab bench. "I see. And how is the research going?"

You shrug helplessly. "Nowhere. Absolutely nowhere. Nothing I've done seems to have any effect."

"Why don't you talk it through with me?" Buffy asks. "That has helped when you've been stuck in the past."

You smile, and try to change the subject. "Say, how is that boyfriend of yours? Buck?"

Buffy shrugs. "Oh, Buck's OK. He's off at a monster truck rally this afternoon. Asked me if I want to go. As if! I really like Buck, but he can be so...." She smiles. "But enough about me and Buck. Tell me about your formula."

You smile. "Well, bascially it's a complex polymer. I synthesize a new strand of protein here," you point to a glowing glass bulb in a tall rack of lab equipment, "which is distilled and combined with stabilizers. The result is this white powder."

Buffy adjusts her slight T-shirt, and leans over to look at the powder. "And this is it?"

"No, actually, this is much too concentrated for human consumption. There is another step that converts it into a liquid, which is a more stable, diluted form. Actually, it looks a lot like milk."

SELECT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT:

1) Buffy thanks you for the explanation and leaves -- GO TO SECTION 321C

2) Buffy sneezes into the pile of concentrated formula -- GO TO SECTION 125A

---- 125A ---

You shrug. "It's OK. It doesn't do anything anyway. Here's a towel; you can clean yourself off."

She laughs, wiping her face clean. "I hope that's not hard to replace."

"Naw," you say. "I have another batch upstairs in the refrig...."

You stop, noticing her breasts.

SELECT WHAT YOU NOTICE ABOUT HER BREASTS:

1) They are smaller -- GO TO SECTION 121A

2) They are bigger -- GO TO SECTION 32B

2) They are exactly the same -- GO TO SECTION 994A

---- 994A ----

GO TO SECTION 32B

---- 32B ----

She has noticed, too, and is looking at them with a confused expression. "Um... I think...."

You pick up a pen and paper and start taking notes. "Wow. This is the first positive result I've had. How does it feel?"

"Strange. Tingly.... eroitc." She moans, and rubs the growing mounds of her breasts.

"What size were you before?"

"A-cup."

"Hm. It looks like you're up to about a C-cup."

She nods. "It feels hot," she says huskily.

"A burning sensation?"

"No... hot." She peels the t-shirt off over her head. "Ohhh.... I think they want to be rubbed."

You comply, noting, "It's probably an effect of the streching of the skin. Here, I have some oil that might help."

As you rub the oil on her breasts, you notice they are bigger. A moment later, she notices, too. "Oh no! I'm getting bigger."

"Interesting," you say, wiping the oil off your hands to make a note in the notebook.

"How big am I going to get?" Buffy asks nervously.

"I don't know," you say.

SELECT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT

1) Buffy is relieved to find her breasts have stopped growing -- GO TO SECTION 341A

2) Buffy's breasts continue to grow -- GO TO SECTION 616B

---- 616B ----

"Uh... I haven't even had a formula that works -- I haven't had need for an antidote."

"Am I going to keep growing?"

SELECT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT

1) Buffy is relieved to find her breasts have stopped growing -- GO TO SECTION 341A

2) Buffy's breasts continue to grow -- GO TO SECTION 532B

---- 532B ----

You step over to help her with the weight.

SELECT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT

1) Buffy is relieved to find her breasts have stopped growing -- GO TO SECTION 341A

2) Buffy's breasts become so large that she falls off the wooden stool -- GO TO SECTION 536B

---- 536B ----

"I'm huge!" She cries. "This is great! Wow! I have to have the biggest chest on the planet!"

SELECT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT

1) Buffy is relieved to find her breasts have stopped growing (finally) -- GO TO SECTION 341A

---- 341A ----

"How does it feel?"

"Super sensitive." She rolls onto her side, and fingers one gigantic nipple. She moans loudly. "Super super sensitive." She finds her other nipple, and begins rubbing and tugging them both. "Ohhhh!" she moans. "That is amazing!" Suddenly she screams and arches her back, kicking her legs. "OH! OH! OH! OH! Ohhhhhhhhh...." She slumps back on the bare ground.

"Hm," you say. "Heightened sensitivity."

You go upstairs and bring down a sheet. You wrap Buffy in it, and help her to her feet. She can walk, just barely, and makes her way up the cellar stairs. As she is about to leave, she puts a hand on yours. "Thanks... but will it wear off?"

"I'm not sure," you say. "The formula was designed to be permanent, but there may be a way to reverse the effects of overexposure."

She sighs heavily. "Well, I'm going to go home and get some rest. Please don't wait too long; nothing I own will fit anymore." Cradling her massive bosom, she leaves.

You spend the next few hours furiously amending your notes, and checking the chemical process. The sample that Buffy was exposed to is gone. You remember that there is still the sample in the refrigerator.

As you go upstairs to get the sample, there is a pounding on the door.

You open the door....

SELECT WHO IS AT THE DOOR:

1) Buffy's enraged boyfriend Buck, demanding to know what you did to Buffy -- GO TO SECTION 251C

2) Joe the Plumber -- GO TO SECTION 331A

3) The Jehovah's Witnesses -- GO TO SECTION 874B

---- 874B ----

Suddenly someone pushes the Jehovah's Witness aside.

Startled, you see that it is....

SELECT WHO PUSHES THE JEHOVAH'S WITNESS ASIDE:

1) Buffy's enraged boyfriend Buck, demanding to know what you did to Buffy -- GO TO SECTION 251C

2) Joe the Plumber -- GO TO SECTION 331A

3) Buzz, the labrador retriever who belongs to the next-door neighbors -- GO TO SECTION 642A

---- 331A ----

Roughly, someone pushes Joe the Plumber off the porch. You are shocked to see that it is....

SELECT WHO PUSHES JOE THE PLUMBER OFF THE PORCH:

1) Buffy's enraged boyfriend Buck, demanding to know what you did to Buffy -- GO TO SECTION 251C

2) Buzz, the labrador retriever who belongs to the next-door neighbors -- GO TO SECTION 642A

3) The Forest Girls, offering to sell you cookies -- GO TO SECTION 215A

---- 642A ----

Hey, I thought we warned you about that kinky stuff.....

GO TO SECTION 215A

---- 215A ----

Suddenly they start screaming as someone forces their way through the crowd of girls....

SELECT WHO FORCES THEIR WAY THROUGH THE FOREST GIRLS:

1) Buffy's enraged boyfriend Buck, demanding to know what you did to Buffy -- GO TO SECTION 251C

2) Oh, hell -- it's Buck again, demanding to know what you did to Buffy -- GO TO SECTION 251C

3) Who the hell cares? You beat it out the back door and scramble over the neighbor's fence -- GO TO SECTION 128A

---- 128A ----

"Hey!" you hear behind you. You turn to see Buffy's boyfriend Buck standing in the middle of a crowd of young Forest Girls crying their eyes out. "Stop right there!" cries Buck.

You dash into the street.

Buck hurdles the fence easily (because unlike you, he is in shape) and starts closing the distance between you.

Ahead of you is Misti and some of her friends, loading into a bright red Sports-Ut. You race up to them.

Misti breaks into a smile. "Hey! We were just about to come get you! But you decided to come without us even asking!"

You smile and nod. Glancing over your shoulder, you see Buck approaching fast, foam spraying from his mouth.

You dive into the back seat with three of Misti's model friends. "Let's go!" you yell enthusiastically.

Misti peels out, leaving Buck coughing in a cloud of dark exhaust fumes.

"Come back here, you pervert!" he shouts.

But you don't hear him; you are already on the road.

The ride to the beach is crowded, with you and three of Misti's model friends squeezed into the back. But they don't seem to mind.

"So are you a friend of Misti's?" one asks.

"A neighbor," you explain. "Misti thinks I work too hard."

"You do!" affirms Misti from the front. "You never get out to have any fun at all!"

SELECT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT:

1) Misti takes a corner too sharply, and you fall on top of one of the models, your hand resting on her right breast -- GO TO SECTION 528A

---- 528A ----

"So what kind of modelling do you do?" you ask innocently, straightening up.

"I'm a lingerie model," she says.

"Oh."

"I model swimwear!" announces another.

"Me, too!" says the woman in the front passenger seat.

"Well!" you say, but then your brain fails to say anything else.

The rest of the drive to the beach is spent in idle chit-chat.

At the beach, your group wanders until they find a nice spot for a campfire. You all scatter to gather wood; you bring it back and start a roaring campfire. The models have packed a cooler, and bring out a delicious picnic dinner, which you wolf down gratefully. The cooler is packed with beer, which the models sip, leaving most of it for you.

"Wow, this is really great. I want to thank you for bringing me out here. This is just about the perfect evening at the beach," you say.

"It's not over yet!" announces Misti. "Dessert!" She pulls a tray of brownies from the cooler.

"Yum!" says one of the models. "But I can only have one. I have to watch my waist." The others nod.

"Oh, silly, I made them with artificial sweetener! They are zero calorie brownies!"

"Great! Then we can eat as many as we want!" The models clap with glee.

You ask what kind of artificial sweetener. "Drat," you say. You are allergic to that kind. "You enjoy without me. I am already plenty stuffed." You lean back to watch the stars.

The women dig in to the brownies. "These are delicious!" they all exclaim.

"I think it's that milk you gave me. I know it's just milk, but it tasted funny. Really good."

You sit up. "Tasted funny?"

"Yeah. Really sweet and rich. Almost like condensed milk, but not so gooey."

You stroke your chin deep in thought. "Say, did the bottle have a label on it?"

Misti nods. "Sure. But I couldn't understand what it said. A bunch of big words!" She laughs, and all her model friends laugh too, wiping brownie crumbs off their chins.

You say, "Um...." but you are interrupted by the sound of a loud "Pop!"

One of the models blushes. "My top just broke!" She holds up the two strands of her separated bikini top for you to see. "Just like that!"

"Ungh!" says another. "Mine is really tight."

"Me too!" said another.

One model, who was wearing a shimmering one-piece, started rubbing her breasts. "My breasts feel really funny."

With a loud bang, Misti's bikini top bursts open. She stood up in alarm. "What's happening?"

The model in the one-piece gasped in alarm. Her breasts were squeezing up and out the sides of her suit. She twitched her chest, and they popped free out the sides; her bathing suit bunched up in her expanding cleavage.

One of the models leaned forward, her breasts swelling out into her hands.

SELECT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT:

1) The models... oh hell, never mind.

The models continue growing. One rubs and massages her nipples; her legs jerk as spasms of pleasure wash through her.

Two of the models rub their breasts against each other. They moan loudly.

Soon all five women are bunched up together on one side of the fire, cradling and suckling each other's bosoms. Occasionally one shrieks in sheer ecstasy.

"Come here!" Misti calls to you. You wade into the mass of models, and they begin stuffing taut nipples into your mouth and rubbing your genitals with their oversized mammaries. It is impossible to make any scientific measurement of how large they've grown; there is only a sea of flesh around you.

One of the women goes limp as she passes out from sheer exhaustion. Another rolls away and stares at the sky, panting. Another heaves herself up, but then loses her balance, and slumps on the blanket on the other side of the fire. The other two flop down on either side of you, still touching your abused genitalia.

Their breasts are enormous. The women lying on their side have their breasts flopping out in a large mass before them. The women on their backs are pressed by giant shimmering mounds of breast flesh. They are all flushed and panting from the ecstasy they have just tasted.

Suddenly, you are startled by the sound of an approaching engine.

SELECT WHO DRIVES UP TO THE BEACH:

1) Oh, no, it's Buck, Buffy's enraged boyfriend -- GO TO SECTION 571C

2) It is someone who isn't Buck -- GO TO SECTION 82A

---- 82A ----

"It's me after all," snarls Buck as he pulls you to your feet.

"I want to know what you did to my girlfriend," Buck says. Then he pauses to look around him. "Holy Toledo! What happened here?"

"Is Buffy OK?" you ask.

Buck bares his teeth at you. "She was at first. But then she started growing again. After you split I just barely managed to get her into your basement. Now you're either going to fix her or you're going to be eating knuckle sandwich, with pickles, for about a month."

Misti blinks. "Huh?"

Buck explains, "I'm gonna kick some ass."

Misti says, "Oh. What was this about 'started growing again'?"

Helplessly, you say, "I don't know. It may be that the formula is still unstable. I thought the growth would stop, but...."

One of the models yelps loudly. "They twitched!"

"What?"

"My breasts twitched..... ohhhhhhhhhh!" She cups her massive breasts in both hands. Clearly, they are growing again.

"Come on!" you say. "Let's get everyone back to the lab!"

The Sport Ut and Buck's monster truck are barely big enough to hold the expanding women.

The drive back to the lab seems a lot longer than the drive out; particularly since the undercarriages of both vehicles keep scraping the asphalt.

SELECT WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU ARRIVE AT YOUR BASEMENT LABORATORY

1) You cook up an antidote and everything wraps up nicely -- GO TO SECTION 271C

2) You discover the shocking twist ending that the author has devised (which includes more inflation) -- GO TO SECTION 887A

---- 887A ----

When you walk into your laboratory, you are shocked to find Marcie Simmons there, her slight figure in a white lab coat, peering at the bottom of a test tube. She holds one page of your notes in her other hand. On the other side of the room, Buffy is leaning over the mass of her bosom, a doleful look on her face.

"Marcie! What are you doing here?" you demand, incredulous.

"I came to help clean up your mess. Did you realize this compound is unstable?"

"I am just finding out," you say. "But how...."

Marcie turns to you. "You always thought that my opposition to your work was because I wasn't a good enough chemist to understand it. But that's not the case at all. My opposition was because I oppose the commercialization and exploitation of women's breasts.

"I believe that women are beautiful just the way they are, and there is no need to alter or enhance their natural forms to fit your sick tastes. You, and people like you, should learn to love women without the need for modification. The formula you have developed is just another step down the slippery slope of body sculpting that needs to be stopped right now.

"I've never had very large breasts, and I've done just fine without them.

"Besides," she says, "I was also concerned about producing an unstable formula that might cause women to grow dangerously until they explode."

"Explode?!" cry Buffy, Misti, and all the models at once.

"Yes, if this antidote I've devised doesn't work," Marcie holds up a small test tube.

The women all eye it silently. Then one of the models asks quietly, "That's an awfully small test tube... are you sure there's enough to go around?"

Suddenly Marcie yelps and jumps. The test tube of antidote leaps from her hand; you jump forward and grab it in mid-air.

Marcie is rubbing her butt, and looking at the new person who enters the room....

SELECT THE NEW PERSON WHO ENTERS THE ROOM

1) Your evil red-headed boss -- GO TO SECTION 91C

2) The Jehovah's Witnesses -- GO TO SECTION 134B

3) Joe the Plumber -- GO TO SECTION 316A

---- 316A ----

You quickly explain the situation to him.

He shifts his Cubs cap up on his bald head and scratches his forehead. "Gosh, I'm gonna leave my new assistant here to help you out while I go to the authorities to get help." He looks back up the stairs, "Debbie! Come on down here! This is my assistant, Debbie."

A pretty brown-eyed woman in overalls, with a cute dirt smear on one cheek, bounces down the stairs. She stops and exclaims, "Wow! Y'all are HUGE!"

Then Debbie looks over at Marcie. "Hey -- why is she rubbing her butt? OUCH!"

GO TO SECTION 316A

---- 316A ----

"You!" you exclaim.

"What is that?" ask Marcie and Debbie, almost at once, looking at the syringe in your boss' hand.

"It is a variation of the original formula," your boss explains coolly. "You see, the original formula worked perfectly, without any adverse effects. But I've been consistently sabotaging your efforts. Your project should have succeeded months ago."

"But.... why?" you demand.

"It is a thin plot line the author has devised to introduce some drama into this silly story."

Everyone turns and glares at the author.

Hey, don't look at me. I'm just trying to keep things interesting.

Suddenly, a gasp draws everyone's attention away from the author to where Marcie and Debbie are standing. Nervously, they are standing side by side, their arms around each other.

Marcie looks at Debbie. "She shot us up with the same thing."

Debbie nods. Then she reaches down into Marcie's lab coat, and touches her tummy. You can see it straining against the waist of her skirt.

Your boss smiles. "She was worried about being flat. Well, now she's going to be very round."

Debbie fills up inside her overalls, too. Marcie starts moaning and fumbling with her belt, but not fast enough. With a groan and a pop, it bursts open.

Debbie is now getting more and more round inside her overalls. Her belly and midsection are pushing out at an alarming rate. There is a loud "hiss" as she fills.

Marcie is now keeping pace. She staggers forward as her skirt rips down the side. Her lab coat parts as her enormous tummy pushes through it.

Debbie's midsection becomes a ball, tapering down to her tiny feet in undersized workmen's boots. In a panic, she starts turning in tight circles, rubbing the growing globe of her body. Marcie backs into the wall behind her, then flops forward, her legs kicking helplessly behind her.

Her teeth are clenched against the strain. "The antidote!" she grunts. "The antidote!" Slowly, she begins to rise from the floor.

Debbie is already floating up. She reaches over her head to push herself off the ceiling. Her face is red and puffy and she bobs gently against the ceiling.

The models, Misti, and Buffy are also growing again. Most of them have given up trying to stand, and are either kneeling or squatting, with their enormous mammaries piled on the floor. One model has rested her bosom on a convenient table on one side of the laboratory.

You look at the small vial in your hand. You suddenly realize it is filled with powder, not liquid. Glancing around, you notice a floor fan sitting forgotten in one corner of the room.

SELECT WHAT YOU DO NEXT:

1) You run over, turn on the powerful floor fan, and throw the vial into it -- GO TO SECTION 771A

2) You wait a little while to see what happens -- GO TO SECTION 682C

---- 682C ----

Your boss looks at you triumphantly.

Debbie groans loudly from where she is bouncing against the ceiling.

Marcie grunts and strains, then starts puffing furiously, hoping to ease the pressure building up inside her.

The model with her bosom on the table yelps as the table groans, then tilts to the side. She is dumped unceremoniously on the floor.

The other models are starting to turn red-faced as they grow. The skin of their bosoms becomes taut and shiny.

Buffy, the biggest of them all, starts pounding against the drum-taut skin of her gigantic breasts. Her sweat-soaked hair clings to her face.

SELECT WHAT YOU DO NEXT:

1) You run over, turn on the powerful floor fan, and throw the vial into it -- GO TO SECTION 771A

2) You wait a little while to see what happens -- GO TO SECTION 683C

---- 683C ----

Debbie and Marcie, bobbing along the ceiling, bump gently into each other. They are kicking their legs and waving their arms furiously.

The models are pushing into one another as the girth of their breasts grows even larger. They are straining and grunting as they feel the pressure build.

Buffy is licking the sweat off her lip as she leans back, trying to relieve the pressure on her gargantuan breasts.

SELECT WHAT YOU DO NEXT:

1) You run over, turn on the powerful floor fan, and throw the vial into it -- GO TO SECTION 771A

2) You wait a little while to see what happens -- GO TO SECTION 684C

---- 684C----

Now all the women are grunting and sweating, heaving back and forth, pounding on their massive breasts. The nipples that are exposed are rock hard and giant. Waves of pressure cause shimmering undulations in the breast flesh as they continue to grow.

Debbie and Marcie are now completely round, with inflated faces sticking out of the globes of their bodies. They wave their tiny hands and kick their tiny feet futilely.

Buffy's eyes are wide open; streams of sweat are pouring down her face as she gasps with the pressure. Her breasts are two almost perfectly spherical, ruddy-skinned balls jutting out on the floor before her.

Your boss smirks evilly at you.

SELECT WHAT YOU DO NEXT:

1) FOR GOD'S SAKE, WHAT ARE YOU? SOME KIND OF PSYCHO?!?! Run over, turn on the powerful floor fan, and throw the vial into it!!!! -- GO TO SECTION 771A

---- 771A ----

You take one last wistful look at the heaving, sweating, grunting mass of inflated femininity in front of you. Then you sigh, and pull the stopper out of the vial and pour the powder into the fan.

The effect is almost immediate. All the women breathe a huge sigh of relief. Then they start jerking and screaming as the follow-up waves of intense orgasm rock through them.

Buck runs up beside you. "Wow! That sure was close!"

Joe the Plumber comes up on the other side. "I'll say! Took it right down to the wire!"

Buck points at your boss. "Wait -- what about her?"

A still-inflated Marcie speaks from the ceiling. "Don't worry about her. The antidote is really a super-concentrated version of the original formula. It counteracts the effect of the original formula, but in a woman who hasn't been exposed.... the results should be interesting."

Joe the Plumber looks at you. "That sounds silly. Can that really happen?"

You shrug. "Uh... sure."

SELECT WHAT HAPPENS TO YOUR EVIL RED-HEADED BOSS:

1) It turns out Marcie was wrong and nothing happens at all -- GO TO SECTION 717C

2) Your boss blows up to be bigger than any of them -- GO TO SECTION 825A

---- 825A ----

Your evil red-headed boss begins struggling with the buttons of her red jacket. She pulls it off, but it gets caught on one arm. While she is working to free it, there is a loud "Bang!"

She jerks upright, tearing her black blouse open. The remnants of her bra are hanging there; she pulls it out and throws it on the floor. Hurriedly, she strips off the blouse and throws it down.

Then she groans and clutches her breasts as they roll forward.

Huge, and getting bigger. She looks around helplessly as they rapidly become too big for her hands. She staggers forward and drops them on the lab table, sending a sheaf of lab notes sailing into the air.

There is a loud hissing now, and her breasts start to lift, and become rounded. It is clear they are filling with gas. The weight suddenly lifts, and she wheels around, her giant breasts swaying and bobbing before her.

Now she is no longer clutching the table for support -- she is clutching it to stay on the ground. Her mammoth breasts are straining and growing, getting larger by the second. The skin is taut and pale, and her rosy aereolea are fading as the mammoth globes continue to expand.

Seized by a compulsion, she reaches around her breasts to grab her nipples. She moans loudly as she immediately lifts up off the floor.

Bouncing off the ceiling, tugging and toying with her nipples while she can still reach them, she starts turning in slow circles. Her shapely legs are kicking out beneath her red skirt.

Joe the Plumber -- thinking "carpe diem" -- steps forward, pulls down her panty hose, and pushes his head up her skirt. She cries out loudly, and her legs twitch with pleasure.

There is a low rumbling, however. She can no longer reach her nipples. The skin of her breasts is becoming pale and translucent.

Joe the Plumber does a trick with his tongue that he learned in Saigon, and your boss screams out with intense pleasure.

But now the pressure is too much. There is sweat running down her naked back, and she is grunting and moaning more and more. You can hear the presure building.

Your boss begins kicking her legs and failing her arms. Joe the Plumber scampers away in fright.

She is huge, taking up almost a whole side of the basement; slowly her growing breasts fill the space from the ceiling all the way to the floor.

That's when you step forward, pour the last little bit of antidote into your palm, and blow it up into your boss' face.

She clutches her enormous breasts, and begins kicking again. This time, it's because of the powerful orgasms that shake her as the after-effect of the antidote.

Debbie looks at you with an excited expression. "Wow! This is one night we're never going to forget!"

SELECT WHAT HAPPENS NEXT

1) The antidote only works temporarily.....

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