The Kinsey Report




by Kowalski










Mike Kinsey slumped in front of his computer quietly crunching numbers, trying to convince himself that his company wasn't going down the toilet before its time. Kinsey Labs had already burned through millions of dollars of venture capital in only four years, and still wasn't close to showing a profit. It didn't look good. The thirty-six year old man scratched his head, which was going bald from stress. He felt short of breath. It was a muggy summer night and the air conditioning was turned off on the top floor of Kinsey Labs, per his instructions. He loosened his necktie and took a long drag off his asthma inhaler. Leaning back in his chair to let the medication nestle in his lungs, he smiled politely at the little Asian cleaning lady vacuuming the carpet outside his corner office. At least her job was easier these days as the office hallways were lined with vacant cubicles.

It was late Friday night after another afternoon of handing out pink slips and severance packages. He was feeling depressed. He gazed at the framed photo on his desk, admiring the image of his lovely young wife. The picture was taken during his honeymoon three years ago in Cancun. Laura Kinsey looked the same today at thirty two as she did when they were married. Tall and thin with an athletic body and beautiful features, she was what his brother Jon crudely referred to as a "magazine beauty.” She had worked as an airline stewardess before they married and could have made a go of modeling if she'd wanted to. At five foot ten she was almost an inch taller than he was. He would proudly concede that maybe she was a notch or two out of his class. He would even admit, if only to himself, that she was a trophy wife. That had suited him just find through three years of marriage. These days things weren't going well at home however. In fact the couple hadn't had sex in many weeks. Jon Kinsey had insisted that Laura only married his brother for his money. Mike never believed it for a minute. When times were good, Laura had never given him reason to doubt her love. Sex was an occasional thing for the two. Always had been. But he never paid it any mind and she didn't seem to either. Lately though, as the fate of Kinsey Labs grew more uncertain by the day and Laura grew cold and ever more critical of him, Mike was made to wonder for the first time if perhaps his younger brother had been right.

Laura Kinsey's deep brown eyes stared back at him from the photo and penetrated him. Turning away, he glanced down at his Rolex. It was late. Well past nine. He turned off his computer in disgust and stuffed a pile of spreadsheets into his alligator skin briefcase. He grabbed his beige raincoat and called it a day.

The only sign of life on the top floor of Kinsey Labs was a light coming out of the women's restroom by the elevator. The cleaning lady's cart was parked by the door. He pushed the down button and waited. The elevator made its way up from sub-basement two. Someone was still down in the lab, probably Jon and his skeleton crew. As he watched the lights blink through the floors en route his, he overheard someone in the bathroom. She was talking to herself in Korean. The elevator doors opened and he stepped in and pressed B2. As the doors closed and the voice faded away he thought he heard the young woman… moaning?

He shook his head and rubbed his eyes.

It was late and he needed to get out of there.

The elevator doors opened onto sub-basement two. Jon liked to keep it nice and cool down here. A cold rush of refrigerated basement air greeted Mike and gave him a chill, enough that he threw his overcoat on. Three young women he didn't recognize pushed by him and got on the elevator. One was dressed in a rather flimsy halter. He couldn't help but notice her nipples showing through the thin fabric. She said hello to Mike in a girlish voice as the doors closed behind him. All three girls erupted in fits of giggling laughter as their elevator ascended to the main floor.

Every light on the bottom floor was on and loud rock music was blaring from the lab. Mike pulled out his passkey and swiped it through the magnetic lock on a large metal door. The door unlatched and buzzed loudly and Mike walked through to the lab. Computers everywhere were left on, with screensavers and fans running into the night. Ceiling lights and workstation lights were all on, but no people were to be found anywhere. All he could think about was the wasted electricity and how they needed to cut back on overhead.

It had come to that.

Since boyhood Mike had been the conservative, practical-minded older brother and voice of reason. His brother Jon was the reckless, attention-getting whiz kid, always jumping into new projects and making a lot of noise. But at twenty-nine he was still a disaster when it came to follow-thru. Mike recognized years ago that Jon was the gifted one in the family and didn't mind investing the seed money needed to get Kinsey Labs off the ground. His kid brother's groundbreaking research during their first year in business made Kinsey Labs extremely attractive to a small but influential group of investors. Before they knew it their tiny lab had the capital to step up and expand into the full-fledged medical research facility which Mike now presided over. But despite the industry buzz around Jon's early work, and despite Mike's best efforts to manage the chaos, Kinsey Labs was running out of runway, and fast.

Mike wound his way through the sprawling maze of state-of-the-art equipment until he discovered his brother Jon in the spacious well-lit “clean room.” He looked at him through two thick layers of safety glass. Jon was dressed in a bright green hooded Tyvek suit with plastic goggles perched atop his head. He was pumping his head to the beat of the music and eating a piece of pizza. He looked up and noticed his brother Mike staring back at him disapprovingly. He buzzed the intercom to the outer lab.

“Greetings, earthling….. How's it goin', bro?”

Mike stared back, non-plussed. Jon placed his goggles over his eyes and buzzed the intercom once again.

“Get in here, dude. I've got something to show you.”

Mike passed through another pair of air-tight doors and entered the clean room where his brother was clearly not observing sterile protocols. He went straight for the volume knob and turned the music off. He didn't remove his coat or even put down his briefcase. The place seemed more like a DJ booth than a medical research facility.

“What in God's name are you doing down here?”, Mike asked.

“I'm saving our asses, big brother. What do you think I'm doing?”

“You're saving OUR asses, huh? How do you figure?”

Jon Kinsey fell backwards into a rolling chair and tossed his piece of pizza onto the steel counter top. Mike rolled his eyes as his brother glided over to a far counter where one of Jon's million dollar toys was humming quietly and blinking red and blue lights. He rapped on the top of it like a bongo drum and scanned the flat screen through his goggles, squinting at the readout.

“Just another minute or two….”, he smiled back at his brother.

“I don't have a minute or two. I'm going home.”, Mike turned to leave.

“Wait, you gotta see this. Sit down. Have a piece of pizza. I want to show you what I'm working on.”

Mike Kinsey's back was turned toward his kid brother. He was seething with anger and resignation. He felt a familiar tightness in his chest and was short of breath again. Without turning to face his brother he just talked down to the floor, looking out across the empty research lab he'd built from the ground up.

“I'm sick of waiting for you, Jon. The FDA is sick of waiting for you. Pfizer's sick of waiting for you… our investor's are sick of waiting for you.”

It was a rare display of brotherly contempt, but it was long overdue. Jon Kinsey plucked his goofy plastic goggles off his head and tossed them onto the metal countertop with loud clunk. He stepped up to his older brother and talked to his back.

“This doesn't sound like you, Mike. This sounds like that wife of yours. I suppose she's worried that the money's gonna run out, eh?”

Mike Kinsey reached for the door knob. His brother grabbed his arm and held him back.

“Five minutes, bro. What's the big hurry?”

Mike pulled his arm free and turned around to face his brother.

“Big hurry?? How fast can we piss away twenty-five million bucks, Jon? How fast can we run this whole goddamned thing into the ground? How fast can we burn up before we even get started?!”

Behind them Jon's million dollar toy emitted a tone and a glass panel slid back, producing a tray of frosty white caplets. Jon smiled broadly. He licked his lips and rubbed his palms together, ignoring his brother's tirade completely.

“Hold that thought! I want you to see THIS.”

He hopped over to the machine and removed the tray of pills and shook them out into his greasy palm. He held them up in front of Mike's face and shook them like magic beans, smiling proudly.

“This, dear brother, may be the answer to all our problems.”

Mike Kinsey looked at the pale colorless pills then looked at his brother who was brimming with boyish enthusiasm. He tried to fight back a smile but it was no use. Jon was wearing him down. He placed his briefcase on the counter and held out his hand.

“Well? What is it?”

“Guess”, Jon replied childishly as he let the cold pills tumble into his brother's hand.

“Oh gee, I don't know… weight loss pill?”

“You wish. Guess again.”

“Cure for cancer.”

“Uhh… no. Not even close. I'll give you a hint: every woman in America is gonna buy it.”

Mike chuckled and rolled one of the tiny cylinders between his thumb and forefinger. He looked at his brother who was practically busting with excitement.

“Breast Expander”, Mike jokingly guessed.

Jon's eyes went wide and his eyebrows twitched. He slapped Mike's shoulder hard.

“You GUESSED it!”

Jon Kinsey laughed heartily and expected his brother to whoop and cheer along with him. Mike simply closed his hand around the white pills and steeled his jaw.

“Have you fucking lost it, Jon? This your idea of a way to save our company?”

“What are you talking about, Mike? If this shit works, we're gonna be rich beyond our wildest dreams. Besides, that's not all….”

“If it works. If it works. Famous last words”, Mike barked.

He snatched up his briefcase and turned to leave the room.

“It'll work. You'll see. This is gonna be the one that puts the Kinsey brothers on the map.” Jon let out a confident chuckle as he replaced the glass tray to his drug synthesizer.

The sound of Jon's laugh turned Mike's stomach. Whether this was his brother's idea of a joke… or even if it was some legitimate “new project” that Jon thought might be the silver bullet to save Kinsey Labs; either way, he'd heard quite enough.

“Over my dead body. I'd rather pull the plug on the whole thing than go out like that.”

“What are you talking about?” Jon asked calmly as he fussed over his machinery.

“Let me put it this way, dear brother….” Now Mike sermonized to his brother's back.

“Kinsey Labs is a respectable medical research facility. Even though there have been a lot of promising breakthroughs along the way, each and every one turned out to be another one of your patented 'near-misses'. Dead end after dead end. In four fucking years, not one product to come out of this lab has made it to market. Not one submission that the FDA didn't throw back in my face. And, well… if you expect me to take this shit to the feds… with our track record… well, you're out of your fucking mind. I won't do it. And I won't let YOU do it.”

Jon Kinsey was momentarily silenced, though he smirked contemptuously as he turned back to confront his older brother.

“But… what if it works?” he countered.

Mike Kinsey let the door slam behind him on the way out for dramatic emphasis.

He could hear Jon's defiant shouts through two layers of safety glass as he paced across the floor of the basement lab towards the elevator. Suddenly the music came back on, louder than before. In the clean room his brother seemed pleased with himself, spinning around in his chair, rapping on the metal counter like a drum. All Mike could feel was disappointment. He stepped into the elevator and pushed the button for the parking garage. As the doors closed he looked across the lab. Jon was playing air guitar and pointing back at his disbelieving brother. Mike felt ashamed, for himself AND his brother. He jammed his free hand into his coat pocket and felt a dozen or so capsules in there, Jon's breast pills. If he had been holding out hope that maybe his brother was going to shape up and come through at the eleventh hour, this little episode only seemed to confirm his underlying fear; that the Kinsey Brothers were destined to fail spectacularly.





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It was nearly eleven o'clock when Mike Kinsey rolled into his driveway.

He dropped his briefcase inside the front door to his house. He felt exhausted. He looked around at his nicely-appointed home and wondered how much longer he and Laura would be living “the good life”. He didn't want to face her right now. He flung his overcoat into the hall closet and quietly headed for the kitchen to grab a beer.

As he approached the kitchen he could hear Laura talking to someone on the phone.

“I don't know… uhh… no. Yes I understand but…”, Laura Kinsey heard her husband coming down the hall.

“I've gotta go. I'll think about it.”

“Hi hon,” Mike said as Laura hung up the phone.

“Hello,” she replied in a dull monotone, then she smiled and crossed the room to greet her husband with a mechanical welcome home kiss.

“Who were you talking to?”

“Oh nobody. It was my mother, wondering if we'd be coming down this weekend.”

Mike opened up a beer and took a couple gulps. He looked like hell. She ran her nicely-manicured nails through his thin hair and smiled slightly.

“I told her you were busy.”

After a few moments of awkward silence, she tried to pick up the conversation.

“So how'd it go today?”

“Shitty. I hate letting people go… let's not talk about that right now, okay?”

Could she just let it go for one night? He wasn't up for another evening of discussing the business with his wife. All he wanted to do was get comfortable and not think about work right now.

“Did you talk to your brother at all today?”

“Yeah, I saw him briefly tonight on the way out.”

He pulled away from his wife and headed for the living room. Laura followed close behind. He tried to change the subject as best he could.

“What did YOU do today?”

“Huh? Oh, tennis lessons in the morning with Sergio. And I had a massage this afternoon down at the club.”

Mike kicked off his shoes and didn't respond. He disliked that tennis teacher of hers. And HE was the one who needed a massage, not her. But he was too cheap to spend on frivolities like that for himself. His wife did enough spending for BOTH of them these days.

Laura got the conversation back on track.

“So, how's Jon doing these days? Working on any new projects?”

Mike Kinsey felt his anger welling up, but he choked it back. Why should tonight be any different than any other night. He took a deep breath and sighed heavily as he fell back into his leather armchair.

“Oh… you know Jon. He's always got new projects. Problem is getting him to see one through…”

Laura sat down on the arm of his chair and stole a sip of his beer. She was being a little friendlier tonight than she had been lately. A little bit of Mike's frustration melted away.

“You should hear his latest…. 'project'”, Mike offered.

She handed his beer back and licked her lips.

“Oh yeah?”

“I'm embarrassed to even tell you about. I can scarcely believe it myself.”

“What is it?” Laura leaned back and ran her fingers gently through her husband's hair and smiled.

Mike paused to consider whether it was a good idea to even get into it. He smiled and peered into the open neck of his wife's shirt. Not that there was much to see in there. Laura Kinsey was flat-chested, and openly critical of breast implants, wonder bras and the like. He knew full well that she considered the male obsession with tits ridiculous.

He took another gulp of beer.

“You'll laugh when I tell you.”

“What?? TELL me already.”

“Well, Jon thinks he's come up with some kind of breast enlargement pill.”

Laura twisted her face up into a mask of bemused disbelief.

“I know. I know. I think he's really lost it this time”, he continued.

Laura plucked at the collar of her shirt and readjusted herself on the arm of Mike's chair.

“Does it work?”

“What? Oh, hell, I don't know. I doubt it. I didn't get into details with him.”

Laura paused while Mike took another gulp of beer and kicked off his shoe, curling his toes. It seemed like she was trying to think of something constructive to say. For a change. But what COULD she say? He appreciated that she wasn't simply outraged or pissed off.

“He's grasping at straws, Laura… grasping at straws.”

“If it did work…”, Laura speculated.

“It doesn't work. He's off his rocker.”

“But if it did… you know, you guys would make a fortune off something like that.”

“This isn't any different than any of his other bright ideas. It's going nowhere. You can count on it. I already told him he can just forget about it.”

Laura hated this defeatist attitude in Mike, and he knew it. He knew this was probably just the on-ramp to a whole argument about the business and just exactly how and when Mike and Jon were going to fix it.

Laura got up and walked over to the fireplace ready to go to the mat one more time with her husband. She started pacing back and forth at the foot of her husband's easy chair. All she felt was frustrated and impatient.

“I don't understand you, Michael.”

“What. Don't understand what”, he shot back.

“You! You seem so sure that it's all just going down the tubes.”

She waved her arms around as if to indicate the house, the business, their lifestyle, all of it.

“Laura, we've been over this. Jon is the problem, and he's not helping matters any, wasting his time with… Look, I'm doing everything I can to turn things around. But it's gonna take time.”

She knew as well as he did that time was running out.

“How much time do you have? How much longer before the bank forecloses on your building? How much time before…”

She was sticking her nose where it didn't belong. Again. Mike Kinsey felt a tightness in his chest. He needed his inhaler.

“Laura, I don't want to have this conversation right now.”

He got up and headed for the stairs.

“I'm going to bed”, he said as he pushed past her.

Laura Kinsey stood at the foot of the stairs and called after her beleaguered husband in her booming full-throated 'angry voice'.

“Well sweet dreams, Michael. But this isn't all going to fix itself you know.”

He'd heard that one before. The brow-beating words challenged his manhood. The low tones in Laura's voice chased him up the stairs like the backside of an angry mother's hand.




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Laura Kinsey didn't follow her husband to bed that night.

After she noticed the upstairs lights go out, she turned on her huge wide screen television and sat on the sofa chewing her lip. Did her brother-in-law know what in the hell he was doing? She wondered as she thoughtlessly flipped through the channels. His track record was spotty at best. It was his failure to get results that had put the business in the dire straits it was in. She slipped her fingers inside the placket of her shirt and scratched her chest lightly. Late night TV was rife with ads for bust enlarging herbs and creams that didn't work. She was intrigued at the idea of a pill that could enhance the size of a woman's breasts. Particularly one that could be made and sold by her husband's company. She knew as well as anyone what a potential goldmine Jon's drug could be. She was angry that her husband was so quick to dismiss something that could potentially make them all filthy rich for life.

She picked up the phone and dialed her brother-in-law at home. All she got was his answering machine.

“Hey, the doctor is out. But leave me a message and I'll call you back. Beeeeeep!”

“Jon, hi, this is Laura again. He thinks you've lost it I guess… maybe I do too. Umm…. don't call back tonight. I'm going to bed soon. I'll talk to you over the weekend and let you know what I decide.”

She quietly hung up the phone. From where she sat she could see Mike's briefcase sitting by the front door. She got up and went over and grabbed it by the handle. It was heavy. Kneeling in the foyer she picked through the contents of the briefcase, flipping through papers, poking around in the pockets. Nothing.

Jon had told her that he was sure Mike had the pills with him.

She gathered up her husband's overcoat in the closet and dipped her hands into the pockets. Voilá!

In the darkened closet Laura Kinsey pulled out a handful of cylindrical pills. She held them out under the hall light to have a look. Poking at them with her fingers, she counted ten white caplets. She closed her fingers around the pills and felt a surge of tredpidation, or excitement. Jon had assured her the pills were harmless, but somehow he sounded suspiciously over-confident. And the pills looked big. She didn't like the idea of being his guinea pig, but if the pills worked even a little bit, and if Mike could maybe see firsthand that his brother had finally discovered the golden goose…

The thought of all that money gave her the motivation she needed.

Maybe it was crazy but the longer she held them in her hot little hands, she really wanted to try one of Jon's pills. She padded into the kitchen and poured herself a shot of something stronger than a beer. She laid the ten pills out on the black granite countertop and tossed back a shot of Irish whiskey. Then she poured herself another. The booze went to her head pretty quickly, yet something was keeping her from swallowing one of the generic pills. She drummed her fingers on the countertop for a few moments until finally she picked one up and held it between her thumb and forefinger.

“This is crazy. What are you doing?”

She directed her question to the pill.

Before she could answer her own question she'd popped the white caplet into her mouth. It tasted bitter. She poured another shot of whisky and washed it down.

“What's done is done”, she reassured herself.

Now she felt a little tipsy. She wrapped the remaining pills in plastic and tucked them away in a kitchen cupboard and dragged herself back into the living room. She sat in front of the TV for a minute and stared at the screen like a zombie. Her mind raced. She thought maybe she should just go to bed and get some sleep, but now she felt wide awake. Jon seemed to think the pills would take a while to have any effect, if they worked at all. It could take days, or longer. Laura Kinsey eased herself back into the deep sofa cushions and proceeded to flip through the channels, trying not to think about what she'd done. But her mind was fixated on the pill she just swallowed, and on her body. She imagined she could feel the drug working, but maybe it was just the booze. She cupped her left breast in her hand and squeezed it. She never felt herself up normally. She unbuttoned her blouse half way and slipped her hand inside her brassiere and pinched her nipple, which was erect and sensitive to the touch. She imagined what she might look like with larger breasts. Maybe some little bit of added fullness would be kind of nice, she thought. But what about the risks? She felt conflicted. Why was she even doing this at all? For Jon? To convince Mike of something? For herself? She wasn't proud of herself but she was ultimately doing it for Kinsey Labs and therefore she was doing it for them all. As she relaxed in front of the television she pulled at these thoughts, trying to sort out her concerns.

Before long she dozed off.

An hour later she was awakened by a burning sensation emanating from her chest. She felt hot all over and feverish. Her head was throbbing painfully and her mouth was dry as cotton.

She jumped up and padded into the downstairs bathroom to get a drink of water. She looked at herself in the mirror and felt afraid. She was soaked with sweat. Her heart was thumping worse than after one of her five mile runs. She felt sick to her stomach, like she might throw up any minute. Her hands were shaking visibly.

“Oh shit. What's happening? Shit… shit… SHIT…” she muttered in fear.

She thought of calling out for Mike, but realized she couldn't tell him what she'd done. Not yet. Maybe she'd phone Jon, but it was the middle of the night. She reached up and lightly touched her breasts. They were extremely tender and a bit swollen.

“This was a bad idea you stupid girl”, she said to herself in the mirror as she carefully unbuttoned her sweat-soaked blouse and draped it over the towel rack. Her whole body was flushed pink. She drew a full glass of water and drank it down. She drew second full glass and drank that down. Still her mouth felt dry. She felt constricted by her bra and so she removed that too.

She could tell the pill was working, doing something to her, but what?

She touched Her nipples were swollen larger than she'd ever seen them, dark angry nipples surrounded by puffy areolas. She touched them cautiously and recoiled with a great shiver. She was seeing stars. Her head felt funny. She fanned herself with her hands and tried to remain calm. This stuff was working too fast, she thought.

Her mouth still dry, she poured another glass of water and drank half of it down.

Soon she was feeling better. Her hands stopped shaking and she began to feel chilly. She decided to go to bed and try and get some sleep. Her husband was fast asleep when she slid under the covers that night.




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Mike woke up early the next morning. Still upset with Laura from the night before, he decided to spend the day at the golf course. He left her a note by the bed saying he'd be back around 6pm.

When Laura Kinsey finally woke up it was almost noon and the hot sun was streaming in through the master bedroom window. She felt groggy, a little bit hung over and hot. She threw the covers off and kicked them to the foot of the bed. Lying flat on her back she looked down at her naked body and noticed right away; her breasts were visibly larger. Where usually two unremarkable little insignificant swells rested on top of her chest, now there were two distinct mounds of flesh, capped by two attentive nipples. She couldn't believe her eyes. She reached up and laid her palms on the two soft mounds. She couldn't believe it!

Immediately she looked around to see if Mike was about. She found his note and was glad he'd be gone for the afternoon. She got up and walked to the bedroom mirror for a better look at herself. She could feel the added little bit of extra plumpness in her breasts with each step she took. She felt giddy. Admiring herself in the full length mirror she was amazed at the overnight change.

“Perfect…” she thought to herself as she swiveled her hips.

Her body image was enhanced by the minor change. Somehow the added curviness up top accentuated her trim waist and the gentle flaring of her hips.

She grabbed her bra from the floor next to the bed. She fastened it around her waist and pulled the thin straps up over her shoulders. Sure enough it was even tighter than it had felt the night before. She loosened the straps and made some adjustments and just managed to get an acceptable fit, but the bra was clearly too small. Her breasts pushed out from behind inadequate A cups. She couldn't believe it.

As she gazed at her more feminine image in the mirror she liked what she saw. She rummaged through a drawer for her favorite black scoop neck T-shirt and pulled it on. It felt slightly snug, but looked great on her. She grabbed the pair of jeans she wore the night before and stepped into them. They still fit around her waist, but felt strangely snug around the hips and ass. She paid it no mind. She had to call Jon and tell him the news.

Better yet, she had to go show him. In person!




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Laura Kinsey and her brother-in-law decided to rendezvous at a sidewalk café a few blocks from his condo. It was a sunny Saturday afternoon and the upscale singles neighborhood was busy with foot traffic. Jon arrived first and reserved a table outside. He recognized Laura's champagne-colored Audi convertible when it pulled up across the street. She looked smart in her black Chanel sunglasses and her straight brown hair pulled back tight.

She angled the rear view down toward her bust, checking herself once more before stepping out of the car. Drawing her shoulders together she even managed a tiny bit of cleavage. She laughed aloud at this new sight.

Jon waved to her from his table across the street. She crossed in the middle of the block, stopping traffic as she skipped between cars to her table. Heads turned when the long-legged beauty took her seat. Laura was accustomed to the attention, but today she felt especially aware of it, and she liked it.

Jon checked her out right away. She looked fantastic, as usual. He could scarcely notice a real difference, but his normally flat-chested sister-in-law did look a little bit fuller on top.

“Well, what do you think?” Laura asked Jon in a bit too loud of a tone as a waiter filled her water glass.

The waiter checked her out and left without a comment. Conversation in their vicinity seemed to come to an abrupt stop, only to slowly start up again.

Jon paused to size her up more closely now as she unfolded a cloth napkin and spread it across her lap. She didn't mind that his eyes were peering into the gaping neckline of her black tee. That's why she wore it. But the longer Jon stared at her chest without saying a word, the more she started to feel self-conscious. She placed a hand over her bareness and asked again more discreetly.

“Well??? …what do you think?”

Jon sipped his iced tea. His eyes met hers and he smiled.

“I think it works. What do YOU think?”

Laura blushed. She could practically feel the blood rush to her face. She was at a loss for words for the first time in her life. Jon had never made her blush before. In fact, she never much liked Jon except for the fact that he was family. His crass sense of humor was distasteful to her. HE was distasteful to her. Right now she thought he looked kinda cute though, dashing even in his sunglasses. Her mouth felt dry. She took a drink of water and squirmed in her seat.

“I think it works too”, she said.

Crossing her legs under the table, she felt a moistness. She was turned on. She self-consciously drew her arms together and caused her altogether average little chest to swell up slightly for some emphasis.

“It worked just fine, in my opinion….”

She was trying to sound smart or something, or discreet, or coy. She didn't know what she was trying to sound like or what she was trying to be. Suddenly she felt like everyone in earshot knew she was talking about her breasts. She felt stupid.

Laura Kinsey never felt stupid, especially around Jon Kinsey.

“I mean. Yeah, I guess it works. I mean… YOU know what I mean.”

She felt even stupider. Why was that?

“I know what you mean”, he reassured her with a knowing smile.

He pushed a small metal tin across the table, brushing her fingers with his. Laura Kinsey felt his touch and got butterflies in her stomach. She smilingly picked the little box up and pried it open. Inside were a couple dozen pink pills, little tiny ones. She closed the lid and jammed the tin into her purse.

“What are THESE?”, she asked in an embarrassed tone.

“These ones are better. They won't make you feel as sick.”

“How thoughtful”, she was her first thought.

Then the prospect of taking another dose dawned on her.

“What makes you think I'm going to…. you know…. take another one of these?”

Jon took her hand in his and squeezed it. She thought to pull away but didn't. Instead she just stared into Jon's eyes, looking for something. She wasn't going to be used.

“My brother isn't going to be persuaded by… by this. I'm not even sure he'll notice the difference, frankly.”

Laura noticed Jon glancing around at the other women seated nearby. She realized that most of them had bustlines at least as large as hers. She hated that she was forced to compare herself with other women like this, but she couldn't help it. A woman across from them was a really well-endowed gal that Jon's eyes seemed glued to. Laura felt her bubble burst a little bit. Suddenly she didn't feel quite so hot. She was crestfallen. But why did she even care? Usually she would have told Jon what a superficial asshole he was being but right now she didn't know what to think. Didn't know what to say. She pulled her hand free and rested it in her lap.

“Don't worry, sis. This is the final version this time. I just need you to do this one more test for me. And we really want to show Mike that we mean business, right?”

Laura reached down and removed the suspicious little tin once more. Holding it close to her body, she carefully popped it open and inspected the pink pills more closely. They looked like candy.

“Do I take just one?”, she asked with a serious expression.

“Take two. To get the same result as the other one.”

Laura looked at the little pills then she looked around at the women around her. She felt like her same old boring flat-chested self. Something came over her. She counted out three of the pink candy-like pills and closed the tin. She grabbed Jon's hand this time and squeezed it as she brazenly popped not two but THREE pills into her mouth. She washed them down with several gulps of water. She felt her crotch tense up with excitement. Jon smiled back at her.

Both picked up their menus and scanned the selections. Laura felt hungry. She felt giddy. She began bouncing her knee under the table, unable to keep completely calm. The thought of what she'd just done gave her a thrill.

“How long do these ones take to work?” she asked.

“Oh those? Those should work a little faster than the other ones. You should notice it working after a half hour or so.

“A half HOUR or so??”, Laura thought to herself.

That wasn't long at all. She felt panicky all of the sudden. Uncertain.

“Shouldn't I GO?”, she asked. She didn't know what to do.

“Don't you want to eat?” Jon asked her.

“I should go, I think.”

“Hey, at least have a drink with me, before we leave?, my treat.”

Laura felt her heart flutter. She felt anxious, like she should just bolt for her car.

“Okay. Just one drink”, she said.

What was she doing? She rearranged her legs and bit her lip. Jon flagged down the waiter and ordered a round of mimosas.

Twenty or so minutes later Laura was still finishing her drink when she felt a familiar warmth from her chest. She didn't feel nauseous this time, just as Jon had promised, but she did notice her heart pounding harder. A kind of electricity flickered through her arms that made her hands begin to shake a bit.

“Get me out of here, Jon. Please.”

Jon Kinsey paid the check and escorted Laura back to her Audi.

“Let me drive”, he said, holding his hand out for her car keys.

Laura fumbled with her purse, dropping it into the gutter. Jon took it and removed her car keys for her. He helped her into the passenger side and helped her buckle her seat belt then he jumped behind the wheel.

“We'll just go to my condo. It's closer.”

“No. Take me home. I need to get home.”

Suddenly her arms went completely numb. Her head throbbed.

“Jon, what's happening? I can't move my arms.”

Jon started up the car as Laura felt a surge of heat in her chest. She looked down helplessly and could see her heart beating inside her shirt, with each breath she took she could see her rosey bosom swell a tiny bit. She began to cry. She felt helpless.

Jon headed for his condo.

“Take me home, please!” she pleaded, but Jon ignored her now.

Her breaths grew labored. Deep heaving breaths that made her heart beat faster and faster. She stared down at her chest and watched it. She could feel it expand inside her shirt. She could almost SEE it expand! She wanted to reach up and touch herself but she couldn't. Lost in the moment now, she pulled her shoulders together then pulled them back again, arching her back slightly against the constraining seat belt. She repeated this movement a few times as she noticed the feeling slowing coming back into her arms. Added weight accumulated on her chest and fast.

Jon pretended not to notice and kept his eyes on the road.

When he hit a bump in the road Laura felt her breasts jostle softly inside her shirt. Her two little mounds had swollen beyond the capacity of her little A cups and were beginning to stretch the tight T-shirt. She felt excited. She reached up and crossed her hands over her chest to conceal it from Jon. She discreetly grabbed one of her boobies and gingerly felt it up. It filled her hand, like a nice ripe piece of fruit—but a lot more jiggly. Once again this was beyond belief. She felt exposed and vulnerable in the front seat of the convertible, far from her house and still minutes away from Jon's place.

Waiting at a traffic light, Laura noticed the swelling had all but ceased. Her breathing and heartbeat returned to normal. She felt the seatbelt digging into her flesh so she adjusted that. She felt uncomfortable. She needed a new brassiere. And a less revealing top. And her jeans now felt uncomfortably tight. She was too embarrassed to tell Jon any of this, but somehow she didn't feel any regret over having taken another dose of the pills. She felt great. Her mind was at ease, which seemed odd to her.

“How ya feelin'?”, Jon asked warmly.

“Um, better I think”, she smiled back nervously.

She reached behind under her shirt and unhooked her old brassiere.

Jon examined her boobs as she wrestled with the stubborn undergarment.

“Nice”, he stated aloud, as in 'nice tits'.

Laura felt reassured by the approving tone in his voice. She felt like the good girl for pitching in and helping out with the project. A real trooper. She tossed her brassiere into Jon's backseat then pulled her shoulders back and let the warm summer breeze blow through her hair.

“What do ya think?” she asked, wondering if Jon thought this would be enough to get Mike's attention.

“I think we're going to be rich, sis.”

He put his hand on Laura's knee.

“You look fantastic.”

Laura leaned over and gave her brother-in-law a kiss on the cheek. She felt her soft boobs rubbing against each other inside her shirt. She combed her fingers through Jon's hair in the same way she did her husband's. She didn't even think about whether or not anyone might see her as the car passed through a busy commercial area near the local mall.

“We'll be back at my place in another couple of minutes”, Jon reassured Laura.

“Do you mind stopping here?”, she asked in a humdrum tone.

Jon pulled the car into the parking lot of Crescent Valley Mall.




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Inside the mall Laura walked with purpose towards Victoria's Secret. Her quick steps made her boobies bounce on her chest. The feeling was something else. She liked it. Jon followed close on her heels, peering out over his sunglasses at the other shoppers, hoping not to get noticed shopping for ladies underwear with his sister-in-law.

In front of Victoria's Secret Laura stopped and asked him sweetly, “Would you mind giving me awhile here?”

“How about if I come back in half an hour?”

“Give me an hour, okay?” she leaned forward and threw her arms around Jon's shoulders and hugged him close, pressing her chest into his.

He pulled away and answered in a gentlemanly manner, “Oh sure. An hour. I'll see you back here in an hour.”




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Laura needed a proper fitting, but she wanted to do it herself. She grabbed a range of bras that she thought might fit her and ducked into a fancy pink fitting room. Inside the fitting room she peeled off her black T-shirt and looked for the first time at her new boobs.

That was really the best word to describe these. Two perfect little boobs now hung in perfect teardrops from her chest. Laura Kinsey definitely had curves now. She tried on her size in a B cup bra first. 34” B proved too small. She tried a 36” B. Too small again! She tried a 36” C.

Just right.

She admired her reflection in the mirror and started to get a little turned on. She smoothed her hands over the nicely formed satin cups. A sigh escaped her lips. She wanted to finger herself but she thought better of it. She stepped back to get a better look at herself. When she suddenly noticed that her dark brown hair was streaked with reddish and light brown highlights she accidentally knocked her purse onto the floor.

Out spilled the tin of tiny pink pills.

The bra-strewn floor was littered with them.

She scooped the pills up and returned them to their little container. As she knelt down, her tits bounced softly against the top of her thighs. It felt strange but nice. She could feel her nipples stiffen as they brushed against the satin lining of the bra.

Most of the pills had collected in the cup of a 38” D cup bra that she'd brought into the fitting room with her. She poured them out into her hand and returned them to the tin and placed the open tin on a little shelf below the mirror. She inspected the D cup bra, admiring the craftsmanship, marveling at the spacious capacity of the large cups. She held the soft fabric up to her face.

“Are you doin' okay in their, ma'am??” a salesperson asked from outside.

Laura was startled. She looked at herself and answered back.

“Fine. Thank you!”

It was a lie. She didn't feel like herself. And she didn't look like herself. If Laura Kinsey had not noticed her mouth forming the words she'd have thought she was looking at another woman. The woman staring back at her from the mirror looked… unfamiliar. Her hair was lighter, and her features rounder, more womanly. The curve of her thighs, and her rear end were more accentuated. Most of all the C cup brassiere looked strange strapped onto her, and strangely sexy. She felt a sense of awe and liking well up inside as she realized how nicely she filled it out. She was pleased with herself, surprised at the way she felt about her new boobs. She dropped the beautiful D cup bra to the floor and resolved to take the plunge even further.

She picked up the tin of little pink pills. She flicked at them with her manicured fingernail. There were so many still left. She shook the tin into her other hand, counting out three pills.

“How many did he say to take?”, she asked herself abesnt-mindedly.

She remembered taking three before. She wanted to take an extra one though. That seemed like an exciting idea to her. What harm could one extra pill do? She shook out one 'extra' pill into her palm, then one 'extra extra', for five total. She looked herself in the eye. She felt light-headed. It seemed like she couldn't keep her hands off her boobs. She played with the straps and cups and fiddled with her nipples, squeezing the little handfuls of delightfully sensitive flesh while in her palm she held… more pills.

“Nice big D cup tits should really grab his attention”, she muttered quietly to herself as she popped the pills into her mouth and swallowed them dry.

Laura pulled her shirt over her head and fixed herself in the mirror.

At the counter she paid for the bra she was wearing out, plus she bought the 38” D bra too. And for good measure she grabbed herself a 40” DD on the way to the cash register. What was she thinking? The sales girl looked at her a little bit funny.

“Ma'am, are you wanting the next size up from the D cup?”

“Um, yes. That's correct”, she tried to sound normal.

“Well, are you buying it to be bigger around the abdomen or do you need a larger cup?”

Laura felt embarrassed. What did this girl think of her? She didn't care.

“Uhh… both, I guess.”

The sales girl flung the 40” DD down and marched over to a rack and retrieved a size 44” E.

“The actual cups on the 40” DD are the same as the 38” D.”

Laura was confused. The bra looked the about the same to her as the other ones.

“Don't you have any bigger cups?”

The testy sales girl flung the 44” E down and marched back over too the maternity rack and retrieved a gigantic 48” G cup bra, the biggest size they carried.

She handed it to Laura, who held it out, amazed by the roomy cups and the wide straps. This one looked huge to her, like something a fat lady would wear.

“Well? Do you want it or not?”, the girl asked.





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Laura Kinsey held her shoulders back and tugged at the hem of her T-shirt as she walked proudly out of the store and into the mall. Her boobs now properly supported by an underwire bra she was pleasantly surprised that her chest still bobbled and bounced as she walked. She love the feeling. She just wandered down the mall with her purchase, enjoying the feeling men's' eyes on her rack as she strutted her stuff. Every time a man or young boy glanced at her tits it was like she could feel their eyes on her, like fingers. She was surprised to find she liked this attention.

She forgot all about Jon and didn't bother to check the time.

She proceeded on a shopping spree for new clothes. After only a half hour she'd managed to blow through over four hundred bucks. Not thinking about the pills she'd swallowed, she hurriedly tried on cute tops, shoes, a pair of new jeans, a skirt and shorts that better accentuated her rounder ass and wider hips.

Suddenly she felt funny. The drugs had begun to take effect, jarring Laura Kinsey back to reality. Lucky for her, she was near a fitting room inside Old Navy when she felt the familiar warmth, and the numbness in her arms. She grabbed some items she'd been looking at and made a bee line for the dressing room. She barely managed to get the door latched behind her when her arms went completely numb and she dropped all her bags onto the floor. Laura Kinsey stood there in the spartan, brightly-lit room, staring at herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were flushed red and she could feel her heart start to thump painfully in her chest. Her head throbbed, worse than before, worse even than the previous night. She fell back against the wall and fought off the pain. Her mouth felt dry. She was all alone and afraid of what was happening. Then she noticed her heaving breast, rising and falling with her breaths. Her fear subsided somewhat. The pain between her eyes was terrific, but she couldn't take those eyes off her reflection. She'd watch the changes this time. Her new 36” C cup brassiere made indentations into her flesh and her old jeans strangled her as Jon's pink pills magically piled another inch onto her bustline. With a light head and stars in her eyes she stared with wonder at the sight of her chest swelling slowly inside her shirt. Her breasts practically spilled out of the neckline of her shirt before she noticed the feeling come back into her arms.

She reached up and weakly removed her inadequate tee, pulling it slowly over her head. Still her tits burned, rising up from the satin cups of her bra like warm bread dough.

“My god, honey… look at you”, she whispered softly.

She laughed aloud as she saw her cleavage. The pain in her head subsided. She couldn't think straight. She almost forgot where she was for a moment until she remembered that she was at the mall, inside the Old Navy store.

“Ma'am, can I help you with anything?”, a woman's voice came from over the half wall.

Laura put her hands over her meaty chest and answered back, “No thanks.”

She felt afraid for some reason. Her voice came out in a high, breathy sort of sing-song chirp, totally unlike her. She looked at the woman in the mirror and became acquainted with her. The hair seemed a little thicker and shinier and was now a sandy brown with highlights. She yanked on the straps of her bra and tried to fit her larger tits into the C cups. It dawned on her that she wasn't as surprised or amazed by the latest development as she had been before. Why was that? The only thing that seemed really funny to her was the way her tits were squishing out of the cups of her bra, out around the straps and under her arms. She wriggled her way out of the useless bra she just purchased and let her girls hang free. She grabbed both of them in her hands and squeezed them gently but firmly. They were a real handful now. She pressed them together and smiled approvingly at her generous cleavage. She pulled out one of the other bras and slipped into it, fastening four rows of hooks… and hoisting it up over her shoulders.

It fit snugly, perfectly, naturally.

She put on one of her sexy new button up sleeveless blouses that left her mid-drift bare, and a pair of white short shorts, which she could just squeeze into. She proceeded to throw the rest of her items into her shopping bags, remembering that she needed to go find Jon.

She wanted something to eat.




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When Laura Kinsey exited through the security devises at the front of the Old Navy store a loud beeper sounded. Two security guards surrounded her immediately, seizing her shopping bags and purse.

“What did I do??”, she pleaded loudly as a strange man held her upper arm firmly in his strong hand.

A homely female guard removed several items from Laura's bags that still had the security tags fastened on them. She held them in front of the perpetrator and shook them.

“We prosecute shoplifters to the full extent of the law, miss”, the guard said in a gruff, butch voice as she radioed for police backup.

A crowd quickly formed outside the store and Laura felt scared and ashamed.

She explained that she'd meant to pay for the items. She kept repeating, “My husband is Mike Kinsey… my husband is Mike Kinsey”, trying in vain to save some face, if not her own ass. The dyke security guard only saw another pretty breeder woman trying to weasel her way out of a court fine. Laura felt her nipples stiffen as she heard the guard talk to the policeman over her radio. She squirmed slightly but the male guard gripped her arm tight.

“Can't you just let me go this one time? Don't you like, give out warnings sometimes?” she asked stupidly, in a girlish voice.

The female guard held her radio in front of her mouth as she eyeballed Laura's conspicuous breasts with contempt. Laura felt the woman's disapproving eyes inspecting her contours. She felt superior to this bitchy urchin in grey polyester men's pants. She relaxed in the male guard's grasp and stepped a little closer to him even. She turned herself towards him and smiled weakly. He stole a peak at her cleavage. She liked his eyes on her better than the other guard's eyes.




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A small circle of bystanders had formed around the Old Navy store, ogling the hot chick who was getting busted for shoplifting. Laura felt on display. She didn't need THIS kind of attention. She was extremely aware of her tits, of her whole body in fact. Her legs were getting cold from standing around in the air-conditioned mall in short shorts and her nipples were standing at attention and showing through her rayon blouse. To make matters worse, she was starving. Her stomach was cramping up and she realized she really needed to eat something soon.

Two uniformed police officers arrived and hand-cuffed Laura Kinsey. They escorted her out of the Crescent Valley Mall and proceeded to take her downtown to the police station to book her. On the way to the station one of the men searched through her purse. He picked through her Chanel sunglasses, makeup, cell phone. Finally he pulled out the tiny tin, expecting maybe to find drugs.

Inside that tin he found a quantity of tiny pink pills and asked Laura Kinsey to identify them.

“What do we have here, miss?” He asked, trying to look her in the eyes to gauge her reaction.

With her arms cuffed behind her back, Laura's chest stuck out prominently in the back seat of the police cruiser. She couldn't keep it from bouncing up and down and jiggling as the crummy American car hit every pot hole in the road at full speed. The A/C was on full blast and she was nipping out. She felt paranoid suddenly. What if the police knew she was taking illegal drugs? Perhaps it was a irrational fear, but she couldn't shake it. She didn't know what to do. She decided to lie.

“Those?…those are just candy”, she answered.

She stared down into her chest and held her breath. She felt like this man could see right through her flimsy lie.

“Candy, huh?”, he replied.

Laura thought of candy now. She was so hungry. She was starving.

“Mind if I have one?”, the policeman asked.

“NO!”, Laura shot back.

“I mean… no, I want them… I'm starving to death.”

“Give the woman her candy, Russell”, the man behind the wheel said to his partner.

Laura felt confused, afraid.. It seemed like hours ago since she was back at the Victoria's Secret. She closed her eyes and remembered eating the pink pills back in that nice pink-colored dressing room. Her mind felt fuzzy, like it wasn't working right.

“You want a piece of candy, miss?”

Laura's eyes darted around, outside and inside the car. Her stomach groaned.

“I need to eat”, was her only reply.

“Here… come up here,” he ordered with a stern voice, offered the tin up to the little sliding window that separated the front seat from the back.

Laura leaned forward as far a she could and put her mouth up to the little window. Officer Russell placed just one of the tiny 'candies' onto her tongue and she took it with a smile.

“That's all bad girls get”, the cop said, flinging the tin back into her designer handbag and throwing it down on the seat.

Laura didn't swallow it, but in no time the little pill began to dissolve on her tongue anyhow. It tasted like strawberries. Laura sucked on her tongue and swallowed the little rush of flavor. The rest of the way to the precinct station she just sat quietly and the officers left her alone. Except for the driver, who threw lusty stares at her in the rear view mirror the whole way.




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The two patrolmen brought Laura Kinsey into the air conditioned precinct station and delivered her to one of the detectives to be booked for shoplifting. She took a seat next to Detective Dupree's metal desk near the back hallway and officer Russell removed her hand cuffs.

“Think you can handle this one Ben?”

Detective Ben Dupree pulled up a new file.

“I can take it from here guys, thank you”, he smiled warmly at Laura, then got an eyeful of her tits.

Ben Dupree was a kindly old man nearing retirement age. He politely returned to his computer screen and began typing.

“This will only take a few minutes. After we write up this police report here we can process you and hopefully get you on your way. Name, Kinsey…. comma… Laura… …date of birth??”, he asked.

Laura thought. Her brain misfired once or twice before she remembered.

“August sixth, nineteen sixty-nine.”

“Address??”

It felt like the first time in weeks that she'd taxed her brain like this. She felt a little rusty. This one was harder, but she remembered it.

“…2465 …Rolling Hills Circle”, she said cooperatively.

The detective smiled at her and peered over his glasses.

“Zip code?”

“33138”

She got that one easy, they both thought.

Suddenly Laura's stomach growled loudly.

“Sounds like you're hungry”, he said warmly.

“I haven't eaten all day.”

Detective Dupree looked at the clock on the wall then back at Laura.

“You know it's after five o'clock don't you sweetheart?”

She had no idea.

“Your welcome to my apple if you want it.”

He handed her the piece of fruit sitting next to his telephone.

Laura took it and thanked him. She took two or three large bites of the overripe fruit and breathed a sigh of relief. A few drops of apple juice dappled the front of her shirt but she just sat still and kept chewing the fruit. It tasted great.

“Oh, looks like you… dripped there. Here let me…” he looked around to see if anyone was paying attention before he grabbed a handful of Kleenex and proceeded to wipe Laura's bosom down.

She was startled that the old man was touching her but she didn't stop him. Why was that? He seemed so friendly, almost grandfatherly. As his hands dabbed gently on the front of her shirt, Laura felt her crotch twitch. She felt warm. She bit into the apple and the flavor of it filled up her senses. The detective stopped touching her, and she wished he hadn't. She felt a delightful warmth in her chest, the pill! But it felt milder than any of the previous times. Instead of her hands shaking and her arms going numb, Laura simply felt weak and tingly all over. She had no head pains but she did feel a little dizzy.

“Female… Caucasian… height?”

There was a pause.

“Miss, how TALL are you??”

“Five foot ten”, she answered confidently, her mouth full of mushed up apple chunks.

“Weight?”

“One twenty five”

The detective looked her up and down as if she was lying, but he didn't make anything of it.

“Eyes…”, he looked into her beautiful eyes.

“Brown”, she said.

“I'd say more hazel…” he argued.

“What? What was he talking about?” she thought to herself as he typed in his findings.

“Hair color?” He peered over the lenses of his glasses.

“What do you call that? Blonde?”

Laura grabbed a lock of her hair and held it in front of her eyes while the detective proceeded to type in 'blonde'. Her light brown streaks were fading away to blonde, sure enough. She couldn't believe it. The tingly feeling became a prickly feeling. She felt short of breath. Her breathing became heavy for a few moments while her breasts grew slightly more voluminous. She felt some additional weight accumulating inside her blouse. The effect this time was quite pleasant, slightly euphoric even. As her hot flashes diminished, Laura Kinsey felt a chill again. Her shorts felt even shorter on her, pinching at her waist. Her nipples were stiffening behind the smooth cups of her tight 38” D brassiere. She felt tired and… horny. She wanted to go home.

“When can I go home?”

“The court automatically sets bail on cases like this at two thousand. Do you have anyone you want to call?”

Laura phoned her husband at the house. No one answered and she left a message on the couple's answering machine, asking Mike to come down to the police station and get her, to bring two thousand dollars, and to not worry, she'd explain everything when he got down there.

She should have been afraid to face Mike but right now she just felt exhausted and wanted to go home.

“Miss, do you know anybody who's home that could come down and get you??”, the thoughtful detective asked.

Laura immediately thought of Jon. Of course. Why hadn't she thought of him in the first place? That's even better.




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Jon Kinsey hurried down to the station house and bailed out his sister-in-law. He felt responsible for her. He picked her up in his own car this time.

Stepping out on the dusky early evening sidewalk, Laura felt the warm summer breeze on her legs. It felt great. Jon escorted her to a side street where his car was parked and helped her into the front seat. He couldn't believe the sight of her long curvaceous legs, plump round ass, tiny waist and perfect rack. Not to mention the blonde hair and blue eyes.

He was extremely impressed with his handiwork.

Laura plopped down into the leather bucket seat of Jon's black Lexus and felt her chest bounce heavily. She placed her purse on the floor next to her feet while Jon loaded her shopping bags into the back. Her little ordeal was over now and she was so happy to be going home. She cupped her left tit in her hand and hefted it slightly, feeling the weight of it. She felt so happy.

“So where do you want to go, sis?”, John asked as he admired the visage of his sexy in-law. He wanted to reach out and fondle one of her boobs but he thought better of it. Laura could feel his eyes on her tits and she smiled.

“Take me home.”

“Home it is”, he smiled warmly at her as he started the ignition.

Laura turned slightly in her seat to direct her knockers toward Jon.

“Well do you notice anything different?”, she asked.

Jon released the emergency brake and put his hand on the gear shift.

“How could I NOT notice?”

Laura bit her lip and smiled happily.

Her eyes met his and she felt herself blush. She leaned forward and kissed her brother-in-law flush on the mouth. The couple parted their lips and shared a full-on passionate kiss. Laura broke it off shortly and whispered in his ear, “Thank you.”

She took his hand from the gear shift and moved it up to her chest. Jon cupped one of her big boobs in his hand. He squeezed it gently. Laura melted inside. The sensation in her new tits was incredible! She unbuttoned the top few buttons of her rayon blouse and exposed her bare chest to him right there on the street. Jon quietly slipped his fingers inside the cups of her brassiere and fished out her thick nipple. He pulled it out over the cup of her bra and squeezed it. Laura seethed, leaning in to kiss Jon again. This time she plunged her tongue into his mouth and sucked his face. Jon Kinsey broke off the kiss, jamming the car into first gear as Laura fell back into her seat and rebuttoned her blouse.

Tugging on the stretchy rayon fabric she had to work to make the buttons meet the button holes. The brand new blouse was dangerously tight.




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As they turned onto Rolling Hills Circle, Laura put down the magazine she'd been absent-mindedly flipping through on the ride from the police station. It was an issue of Score. The Boob Cruise Issue.

She had scanned every page of the magazine without so much as a peep of indignation. Jon took this as a very good sign. Laura for her part could only stare at the gazongas that filled the pages of this magazine, breasts the likes of which she'd never dreamed existed. One pair seemed more outrageous than the last. She couldn't tear her eyes from them. She quietly marveled at huge vollyball-sized tits that made HER feel normal by comparison.

“Here we are”, Jon said as pulled into the Kinsey driveway.

Laura Kinsey rocked back and forth slightly in her seat. She fluffed her hair up and shook it out. The hair had a new texture, silkier, bouncier, not like her old dry brown hair.

“Time to face Michael”, she said calmly as she checked her makeup in the vanity mirror.

“Do I look okay?”, she asked.

“You look fantastic. He's gonna fall in love with you.”

Laura waved her hand at Jon as if to say 'silly boy', then she reached over and gave him a very quick peck on the cheek.

“Will you come in with me though? I can't do this all by myself.”

“You bet”, he replied. He felt he owed her that much.

Inside, the Kinsey house was strangely quiet. All the lights were off except for the kitchen light. There was a note for her there on the refrigerator.

LAURA— SORRY ABOUT LAST NIGHT. I CAME HOME THIS AFTERNOON AROUND SIX AND YOU WERE GONE. ARE YOU STILL PEEVED AT ME? I'LL BE HOME THIS EVENING AFTER EIGHT. THERE WERE A FEW THINGS I WANTED TO TAKE CARE OF DOWN AT THE OFFICE. LOVE, MICHAEL

They both looked at the kitchen clock. It was now precisely 6:45 pm. Outside the sun was going down. Laura went into the darkened living room to the answering machine. There was only one unplayed message. Hers. She replayed it. Laura and Jon listened to a frightened girl pleading with Mike Kinsey to come and get her at the police station. The person talking sounded so submissive and girlish, Laura thought. Her voice had a musical cadence to it and sounded high, not like her. Jon reached from behind her and erased the recording. His hand brushed against hers. Laura relaxed herself, stepping backwards and falling into Jon's embrace.

“Do I sound like that?”

He put his hands around her stomach and pulled her to him, quietly pressing his bulge against her ass. It felt good to be back home again, she thought to herself. She turned around and snaked herself into Jon's arms and hugged him, resting her head on his shoulder. The two stood there quietly for awhile. Laura's brain retraced the events of the past day and a half. Her little fight last night with Mike. The white pills. The pink pills. The mall. The police station. How did she get herself into this mess? It all felt like a strange dream. A strange wonderful dream. She pressed her boobs against Jon's stomach and breathed in his cologne. What was she doing? Was her judgement impaired by the pills? The harder she tried to think straight and assess the situation, the fuzzier her head felt. Had she suffered brain damage? Was she dumber? Why didn't this picture seem all wrong to her, she wondered. She wanted to laugh about it inside, about the absurdity of what had happened, what was still happening. But she tried to be serious.

“Did those pills make me dumber?”, she thought to ask Jon in a moment of lucidity.

Her point blank question caught him a little off guard. Her voice had a bit of the old ring to it.

“What are you talking about, sis?”

He flexed his arms and held her body close to his. She felt soft and girlish in Jon's strong embrace.

“I like it when you call me that. When you call me sis”, she said into his chest.

“Oh yeah?”

“Did those little pills of yours make me dumb or something?”, she asked once again.

He leaned back and looked Laura in her silvery blue eyes. She stared back at him, squinting a little bit. She crinkled her nose and batted her eyelashes.

“Of course not. What are you talking about?”

He kissed her and she kissed him back. She parted her legs and let his thigh slip between hers. She nibbled on his earlobe and whispered into his ear.

“I feel funny”, was the best she could come up with by way of explanation.

She sounded a little drunk to Jon, but he knew she hadn't been drinking. He reached up and put his hands on her chest and drew his thumbs softly over her nipples.

“You feel great to me”, he answered back.

Laura's mind felt …at ease. Was she being lazy here? Sloppy? She didn't feel tired anymore, but she did feel weak in the knees. Some part of her said to stop right there. But instead of stopping she slipped her hands around Jon's backside and grabbed his ass and pulled him to her. She couldn't help herself. She felt his manhood press into her crotch and her brain drowned itself with endorphins. Her body surged with new life, tingling from head to toe. She kissed Jon again, swirling her busy tongue around in his mouth like she hadn't done with her husband in years. Jon returned the gesture. He reached around and grabbed her plump ass through her tight shorts. Laura stood up on her tippy toes, crushing her bosom between them.

“I love how your pills make me feeeeel.”

Jon couldn't believe his luck. His drop dead gorgeous sister-in-law was practically throwing herself at him. It was his dream come true, since before his brother and her had even married. He grinded himself against her.

“I love how you make ME feel”, he said.

Laura's heart jumped inside her chest. She reached down and unbuckled Jon's belt, sexily undoing his pants and pulling down his zipper. Her heart raced with excitement. Her crotch was burning with desire and so was Jon's. She reached in and pulled out his cock. It flopped out stiff and proud from inside his pants.

“Wow, you're a lot bigger than Michael”, was all she could say.

“I know”, was all he could say.

She squeezed the thick member in her beautiful fingers and gave it a pull. Jon let out a low moan that was pleasing to her ears. As if on cue she dropped to her knees and put her rubbed Jon's smooth cock against her face. She took the head of it into her mouth and flicked at it with her tongue, causing Jon to brace himself against his brother's leather armchair. Laura eased her lips down the length of Jon's member until she could feel it probing the back of her throat. She didn't gag or anything. She pulled back and once again took his cock into her mouth in one long easy motion.

But before Laura could suck him off though Mike Kinsey's car pulled into the drive. His headlight beams flashed through the dark room and gave Jon a start. Laura reluctantly let his long dick slide out of her mouth. Jon frantically yanked his pants up and put away his big dick . He wanted to run, but he knew he needed to just face his brother now and get this whole thing over with.

Laura groggily tugged on her short shorts and adjusted her top and her hair. She was still licking her lips, tasting Jon's precum on her tongue when the front door opened.

Mike walked into the house and put down his briefcase. He thought he heard Laura in the living room, but the house was dark.

“Honey?!? I'm home…”

His brother Jon intercepted him in the entry way.

“Hey, Mike. How's it goin'?”

“Jon. What are YOU doing here?”

Before Jon could respond, Mike caught a shadowy glimpse of the woman standing in his living room. He could see her well enough to notice her blonde hair, and her blue eyes, and her large chest. As she stepped cautiously out into the light of the foyer, Mike realized who he was looking at. And he realized WHAT he was looking at. He turned on Jon.

“You fucking maniac. Are you out of your mind??”

Jon backed away and Laura stepped in front of Mike, stopping him in his tracks. Mike Kinsey stared with disbelief at his wife. It was clearly her… but it was clearly NOT her…

“Laura??? Is that you?”

She only smiled back, not knowing what to say.

“It's her, Mike. It's all her.”

Mike tried to tune his fucking brother out.

“What have you done to yourself?”, he asked her in a concerned voice.

Laura plucked at her blouse with her fingers and tried to act demure, or something like it. Mike got a good look at her hair. It was blonde! And her eyes… were blue. As startling as these changes were, her body was the real mind-blower. Her tall thin athletic frame had been transformed completely. She was now a voluptuous, curvaceous amazon. He ogled her chest and shook his head in disbelief. Her clothing stretched like shrink-wrap around her burgeoning figure. He marveled at her boobs, at the wide flaring of the hips and ass. Virtually nothing looked familiar to him, but then, nobody was as familiar with the old Laura as he was. She felt her husband's eyes trace every curve of her body. His eyes darted back and forth at both her silvery blue eyes, trying to stare into them. She looked like she wanted to say something, like she was waiting for permission to speak. But it was he who was speechless.

“Oh, Mike”, was all she said as she stepped up and kissed her husband on the mouth.

Mike Kinsey returned his wife's kiss, albeit a bit cautiously. He was still furious and outraged, especially at his brother. What kind of stunt was he trying to pull? How could his wife have tested out some unproven drug? How could she be so reckless? This wasn't like her.

Jon interjected, “It works, Mike. Just like I promised.”

Mike felt his wife's boobs press up against his tense arm. He couldn't believe this.

“Are you mad at me, honey?”, Laura asked sheepishly as she rubbed herself against her husband.

“Mad? I'm just……… no, I'm not mad.”

Laura kissed him again, flat on the mouth and with force.

“We're gonna be rich, brother. STINKING rich”, Jon said.

“Yeah, stinking rich”, Laura parroted, snuggling up underneath her husband's arms. He could feel her soft balloons press into his chest.

Jon grabbed his keys and headed for the door.

“This is the one”, Jon said, pointing at his brother.

Mike was speechless. He said nothing as his conniving insane brother beat a quick retreat. He relaxed and let his arms hug his poor wife as he tried to get his head around all of this.

“Mmmmmm… you feel good”, she said as she nuzzled his cheek.

“So??… what do you think? ….how do I look?”, she asked.

There was a note of insecurity in her voice… or was it new confidence? He couldn't tell. He looked at her hard again. He felt his cock twitch to life finally as he admired his wife's considerable assets. Laura unbuttoned the top button of her blouse, revealing a bit of cleavage for her husband to enjoy. She undid a second button, then a third. Mike undid the last two as her tight little blouse snapped back under her arms, letting her satin-encased knockers emerge into the soft hallway light. The bra was trimmed with bits of silk and lace. Nothing at all like her usual sports bras.

“What, ahh… what size… are they?”, he asked awkwardly. Now HE felt embarrassed.

Laura smiled. She didn't know, or couldn't remember. She just knew they were big. Mike turned her around and checked the little tag on the shoulder strap in the back.

“Thirty-eight D”, he said aloud to himself as he traced a finger lightly along the side of one of her silken cups , “and a snug fit at that.”

Laura giggled. He'd never heard her giggle before. Not like this. Her voice sounded so high and girlish. She didn't have much to say, it seemed. That certainly was a change too.

“I bought some other clothes today too. Do you want to see them??”

Mike's mouth hung open. She wants to talk about her shopping trip right now? To Laura it seemed a natural way to lighten the mood. She sauntered over to her bags with her blouse hanging uselessly from her shoulders. She picked up her purse and headed for the stairs like nothing unusual had transpired.

“Honey will you grab the rest of those?”, she intoned in a singsong voice as she brushed by Mike en route to the upstairs bedroom.

He watched her climb the steps, astonished at the sight of her heart-shaped ass as it sashayed in his face. The bottoms of her butt cheeks were exposed, fighting back and forth inside her tight short shorts. It was a magnificent sight. My god, she seemed so comfortable with herself. He picked up the pile of shopping bags from the floor and turned off the kitchen light, as was his habit these days. Maybe he wouldn't have to worry about pinching pennies ever again. Maybe Jon was right. The thought crossed his mind, but right now that didn't seem as earth-shaking as the sexy transformations in his wife. He headed upstairs, where he heard Laura in the bathroom, humming to herself, checking herself in the mirror.

In the bathroom, the contents of Laura's purse were emptied out onto the countertop. She found the tin immediately and was drawn to it. She picked it up and popped it open. There were still quite a few tiny pink pills in there. She plucked one out and swallowed it down straight without hesitation.

“What harm can one more do?”, she said aloud to herself as she admired herself.

She brushed out her silky blonde hair and stared at herself, like she was in a trance. As she her eyes came to rest on her D cup tits her mind went blank.

“Okay, hon. Here's your stuff”, Mike said as he tossed the bags onto the bed.

Laura Kinsey snapped out of her reverie. She removed the pill container from the counter and shook it into her open palm. She didn't count the pills this time. They looked like candy as they tumbled into her hand. Four. Five. Six. Seven pills. Her eyelids were heavy, her wits dim when she threw them in her mouth and washed them back with a tall glass of tap water.

“Honey? You okay in there?”, Mike called from the bedroom.

Laura emerged from the bathroom dressed in nothing but her panties and bra. Mike sat on the edge of the bed, savoring the sight of his wife. Why didn't she say something? She padded across the room and started picking through her shopping bags. She scarcely remembered buying the items.

“Try that one on”, Mike suggested, pointing at a pink novelty T-shirt. It looked like something a teenager would wear.

Laura snatched the shirt from the floor and plopped down on the bed next to Mike. Her tits jostled around inside her brassiere. She loved that feeling, the feeling of her bouncing boobs and she especially loved the feeling of her husband's eyes on her body. She moved close to him and pulled the girlie tee over her head. She had to stretch it out over her bust to pull it all the way down.

“What do you think?”, she asked sexily.

She tried on the next top in a similar fashion, then the next. She tried on jeans, skirts, shoes. She put on a little show for her husband. It was like a prolonged strip tease that was getting his cock harder by the minute. After she'd removed the last item she threw her arms out and dove at her husband, wrapping herself around him and planting a powerful kiss on his mouth. Laying on top of him, she pressed down, mashing herself against him full force. She tucked her elbows and made her breasts swell up out of her brassiere dramatically. Mike reached and grabbed his wife's tits. Laura gyrated her hips against his. She wanted him so badly. She felt an all too familiar warmth in her body, surging stronger and stronger. Her heart pounded forcefully in her chest and the splitting pain rent her brain. She felt weak and slumped slightly into Mike's arms. Her hands began to shake and she felt her chest begin to swell in time with her heavy breathing. Her face was flushed red, her body hot with perspiration. Mike wondered what was going on as she panted heavily in his ear and held tight onto the waistband of his jeans. He could feel her hands trembling then he felt her go limp. He lay her back on the bed, two quivering alabaster globes of flesh perched atop her rib cage.

Laura felt the straps of her bra begin to dig into her, but she couldn't move. She let her husband loom over her and shower kisses on her mouth and on her creamy tits. Mike nuzzled the soft flesh and kissed it sweetly. Laura sighed and moaned like he'd never heard her sigh and moan.

“My bra feels tight”, she said.

Mike put his hand atop Laura's heaving breast and squeezed it. Laura winced slightly.

“What's wrong?”

She felt her breasts surge forward suddenly. Straining at the elastic foundations of her bra. Mike stared with awe at her rising and falling bosom. Was she just breathing heavily or did she seem to be growing larger?

“Please Mike. Help me off with this.”

He struggled with the row of four bra hooks. He had difficulty getting his finger under the elastic and pulling the two halves together to get the hooks to release.

“Hurry, honey”, Laura pleaded. The pain behind her eyes was awful, nearly as bad as the feeling of her bra cutting into her flesh.

Finally Mike unhooked the bra and it snapped free, releasing two quivering mounds of tit flesh lined with red marks from where the straps had dug into her. He rubbed the red marks and was amazed that his wife's breasts were more than a handful. Laura's pussy was soaking wet, the touch of her husband's groping hands on her bare skin was too much. Her turgid nipples were stiff, the areolas less puffy than before, but nearly three inches in diameter. Mike leaned over his wife and took one of her oversized nipples into his mouth and sucked on it. Something like a cool breeze blew through Laura's mind and chased away all the pain. With her attention fixed on the intensely pleasurable sensations emanating from her nipples, she struggled to move.

“That feels fantastic”, she said in a breathy voice.

With all her might she tried to lift her hands up off the bed. Slowly but surely she was able to lift her arm and put her weak hand on the back of her husband's head and draw him closer to her breast. He could feel her heart beating, pulsing out from behind two fleshy pillows, surging against his face.

Suddenly, he could actually feel her flesh crawl.

He pulled away and looked wide-eyed at his wife, startled.

“What's happening?”

Laura reached up and cupped her two quivering boobs and pushed them together. She could feel them pushing back against her hands. She felt them growing.

“They're growing”, she said, offering up her tits for her husband to feel and suckle.

Mike let every other thought leave his mind as he gathered up her two big boobs and held them together. He too felt them pulsing, pushing against him like two balloons being filled by an imperceptible trickle of water. He gobbled her nipples up one after another, sucking them into his mouth, tweaking them with his tongue. Laura arched her back and seethed with pleasure. She rummaged around and undid Mike's jeans and freed his cock. She managed to sit up on one elbow and ease Mike down onto the bed. All the while he sucked at her firm teats and squeezed them, feeling them grow gradually larger in his mouth.

Before he knew it he was on his back with Laura's drooping left boob in his face. He sucked on the nipple while he and Laura both got his jeans off. Laura squirmed out of her panties and threw one leg over her husband, straddling him across his stomach. She sat up and looked down from behind two big tits that loomed large over him. Mike pulled her toward him and she pulled back, teasing him with her nipples which she brushed gently across his face. He grabbed one tit with his hand. It was bigger already, way more than a handful. He squeezed it and Laura felt her pulse quicken, her breathing grew heavy again. She eased backwards onto her husband's cock and let it slip inside her. Mike grabbed her behind and began stroking in and out of her pussy. Laura was filled with the sweet sensation of her lover pumping in and out of her pussy, sucking her big boobs which swung back and forth in his face, slapping him audibly.

The sound of her husband's moans being muffled by her tits turned Laura Kinsey on. As she continued to expand in all the right places she concentrated on her pleasure now. Mike's cock plumbed her depths as she grinded her powerful hips against his. She felt a kind of sexual energy surge through her body as her breasts continued to grow larger and heavier, pulling her down on top of her man.

The excitement was too much for Mike. He fought for air. By the time he noticed his asthma attack, it was almost too late. He reached for the night stand and his prescription inhaler but it wasn't there. Laura relaxed herself on top of him, letting the full weight of her big boobs come to rest on her husband's face. Mike squirmed underneath her. It felt good. She could hear him moaning and gasping for air. She could feel him suck one of her thumb-sized nipples in his mouth then he grew silent. Sucking on her hard, Mike did without oxygen, his only thought being the orgasm he could feel coming on any second now. He pumped away with what strength he could muster, pounding his wife's pussy for all he was worth. With each thrust of his hips, it was like his wife's breasts swelled larger, covering his face more and more completely.

Suddenly Laura felt her orgasm coming on. She went inside herself and coaxed it out, milking the sensation. Mike felt her tense up and press down on him mightily. He held out as his face was buried in darkness. Laura's climax crashed, sending a bolt of electricity through her entire body. Her boobs felt alive. She could feel them practically pull her towards the bed. Mike's small cock slipped out of his wife and he came all over the backside of her ass, causing him to gasp. He released the breath he was holding and fought now to draw another, but he was smothered.

His body twitched spasmodically while Laura's passion subsided.

She rose up and looked down at her husband. His faced looked comically small beneath the generous expanse of her chest. He twitched one last time and emitted a tiny breath from his mouth. She smiled down at him and lowered one of her nipples onto his lips. She felt like one of the tit queens in Jon's porno magazine. Mike Kinsey lay there motionless now, staring out at the ceiling. She brushed a wisp of his thin hair from his sweat and tear-stained brow and leaned down to kiss him on the head. She held his head to her bosom and cradled it against her pillowy breasts. She felt so happy.

“Oh, baby. That felt so great”, she said.

Laura Kinsey settled down onto the bed and stretched out alongside her husband's body. Her mind was full of nothing. She stroked his lifeless cock, smearing some of her husband's moistness onto her tits. She luxuriated in her wonderful new body and all the wonderful new sensations she was experiencing. She lay her head down next to Mike and closed her eyes, her warm comforting boobs laying next to her on the bed. She absentmindedly fondled her nipple and drifted off.




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Early Sunday morning Jon Kinsey was awakened by his phone. He rose up and looked at the alarm clock. Only 7am? He answered it and it was Laura. She sounded confused.

“I don't know what's wrong Jon. I just don't know…”

“What? Laura, what are you talking about?”

She sounded like a little girl, confused, afraid.

“He's not moving. He won't wake up.”

He could hear her breathing into the phone. He didn't know what to think. He didn't want to even consider what it sounded like she was saying.

“What do you mean he won't wake up?”

Laura giggled nervously. “Will you please come over here? I need yoooo….”, she pleaded.

Jon got dressed and hurried right over.




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When he got to his brother's house it was 7:15 am.

He entered the house and called out to Laura. No reply.

He called ahead up the stairs as he ascended to the master bedroom. He heard Laura muttering to herself and bumping into things in the bedroom.

“Oops. Oooh…”, she said to herself as she wobbled around on her new platform shoes.

The first thing he saw upon entering the room was his sister-in-law. He couldn't believe his eyes. She stood over six foot five inches in her heels. Dressed in a spandex skirt, strapped expertly into her slightly insufficient 48” G cup brassiere she was a breathtaking sight. In the process of trying to button a purple polyester blouse which was putting up a fight, scarcely noticed him enter the room. She looked like complete bimbo, almost like a hooker. Then he saw his brother sprawled across the bed.

Jon rushed to his brother's side.

Mike Kinsey was dead.

He closed his poor brother's glazed eyes and gathered his thoughts. What had happened here? He looked at Laura, wrestling with the tiny buttons of her blouse, trying to dress herself. He looked over at Mike's asthma medication on the floor next to the bed. He hadn't counted on this. He didn't know what to do or what to say. He pulled a sheet up and covered his brother's lifeless body. He slid down off the bed onto the carpeted floor.

Laura caught his gaze in the full length mirror and she smiled.

“Is he going to get better?” she asked innocently.

Jon was amazed at the sight of her, standing six feet tall in her platform shoes. Her tits were huge now.

“Um, I don't know …” he replied cautiously, trying to read her.

She seemed oblivious. Utterly. He was amazed at how completely the bimboizing effects of his drug had worked, to the point that her body had literally become a deadly weapon. He should have felt more saddened by the unexpected loss of his big brother, but “at least he went out with a smile on his face”, he reminded himself. His thoughts wandered back to Kinsey Labs, to the breast pill he'd sell to the world. Laura Kinsey was now a widow and would gain control of Mike's majority share in the company.

And she was also living proof that the drug worked.

“Do you like this blouse?”, she asked, turning to strike a pose for her brother-in-law.

Her tits pooched out in soft crescents over the cups of her overloaded oversized brassiere, and showed plainly through the thin fabric of her skimpy purple blouse. She was partially unbuttoned and was exposing two curvaceous swells of flesh that met to form at least seven inches of inviting cleavage.

“It looks great, sis. You look gorgeous.”

Laura felt herself blush slightly. She smoothed out her skirt and strode over to her closet door. With a long leg she kicked all her new clothes into the closet.

“I think I need some new clothes. None of these fit.”

“We'll get you whatever you want, sis. Whatever you want.”

Jon felt sad. Finally. A tear formed in his eye.

Laura strode over to where he was sitting on the floor, taking short awkward steps. She sat down on the floor and ran her fingers through his hair, scratching the back of his neck with her long fingernails.

“Why do you always call me sis?”

“Because… you're my sister-in-law…”

“I'm your WHAT?” she asked like a little child. Her meaty chest pushed against him, and against her own arms. It was everywhere. Unavoidable.

“Because you were married to Mike… and Mike was my brother.”

She tried to compute these facts, but they kept deflecting off her brain.

“Is he ever going to wake up?” she asked as she primped her platinum blonde hair in the mirror across the room.

“No, I don't think so. He's gone to sleep… for a long, long time…”

“Oh, that sounds nice”, she said, bending forward with difficulty to fix her shoe.

“You'll be all alone now”, Jon said, placing his hand gently on her back.

“Maybe we can get married, and Kinsey Labs will be all mine”, he thought to himself.

Laura Kinsey felt turned on by Jon's touch. By ANY touch. She sat back and kissed him on the mouth, swirling her chest around, rubbing her big tits against his body. She licked her lips, eyeballing the bulge in the front of his pants. Jon Kinsey pulled out a small vial from his pocket and shook a tiny blue capsule out into his mouth. Laura noticed this and was intrigued.

“Oooh… what is that?”, she asked as she put a finger to Jon's lips.

“That's a pill for men only.”

She probed his mouth with her finger and wished she could have a pill.

“We're going to be unbelievably rich”, he said aloud, but to himself.

He closed his eyes and relaxed. Laura didn't respond or even register what he was talking about. She just put her hands on his body and kissed him.

“I want a pill too…”, she whined.

“Honey, I don't think you need another pill”, he said as he moved her hand down to his crotch.

Laura felt something nice and big in Jon's pants and gasped. She immediately unzipped his fly and let his cock jump out. She bit her lip and smiled. His cock was impressive, bigger than she remembered. She wrapped her fingers part way around it then realized she needed two hands. She dropped to her knees and mouthed the head of Jon's beautiful purple-headed monster. He ran his fingers through her silken platinum blonde hair and guided her mouth onto him.

“That's it sis. Oh, yeah...”

She bobbed up and down and slaved over Jon's thick nine inch member. She unbuttoned her blouse and tossed it to the floor. Jon reached around and unhooked the row of hooks that held her sturdy satin harness together. Laura's bra came loose and gathered up atop her huge baby feeders, which drooped down in front of her, brushing up against Jon's balls. He felt his breaths quicken. Laura shimmied out of her brassiere and let her tits dangle fee. An unpleasant pain racked his brain but he ignored it. His mind and body reeled as Laura Kinsey nestled his glistening cock between her big boobs and commenced to titty-fuck him. In no time he could feel the spunk welling up inside his balls, ready to blast his load. Laura mashed her boobs together and sandwiched her lover's beautiful tool, burying it in her softness. Jon bucked his hips as he felt an electricity shoot through his body. His jiz leapt up and splattered all over Laura's ripe melons. His head felt light as a feather. Laura took Jon's cock in her hands and pumped it forcefully. He was surprised by her strong grip. She was pleased to see his cock and balls seemed to be growing larger. She tugged hard on his cock, milking it dry.

“Feel better now?”, Laura asked sexily in a soft kitten voice.

Jon Kinsey tried to gather his senses. The blue pills worked like a charm. He couldn't believe it.

“I'm a genius”, he said.

Laura produced her little tin of pink pills and opened it. There were half a dozen or so pills left and she shook them onto her tongue like little candies. Jon thought he should stop her, but his body wouldn't move. He watched helplessly as Laura crunched the fruity pills with her teeth and swallowed them down.

“Tell me how they work, lover” she said, rolling her shoulders to make her pendulous tits sway suggestively for Jon's pleasure. And hers.

Jon rallied his strength and tried to speak.

“The pills… they work by… ahh…”, he tried to think of a way to explain the complicated process to Laura. How could she ever understand? The process behind the pill seemed too complicated for her. So complicated. Even HE was having difficulty sorting it out right now. Why was that?

“When I take them they make me feel sexy”, Laura concluded.

Fishing the tiny vial of blue pills from Jon's pants pocket, she removed one and placed it to his mouth. Jon parted his lips and let Laura put the pill onto his tongue. Immediately he felt it start to dissolve. His heart raced in his chest now as he strained to consider the danger of the blue pill. Of an overdose of the blue pill. What was it? He couldn't remember. He needed to remember. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. He felt Laura massaging his partly flaccid cock, stirring it to life. Blood rushed into his enlarged organ and his head felt light. He sat up and kissed Laura on the mouth with great passion.

“I love you Laura. I've always loved you.”

His cheeks were stained with tears. She put two more blue pills in his mouth and kissed him passionately. She only knew that she wanted his big cock inside her.

“Fuck me”, she pleaded in a sultry voice as she lay down on the floor and spread her legs wide.

Jon dutifully lifted himself to his knees and proceeded to enter Laura. Her cunt was dripping wet and accommodating to his throbbing member. He plunged it in and began pumping his sister-in-law's snatch with gusto.

“We're gonna be so rich… so rich…”, he huffed as he slammed his body into hers.

Laura didn't know what he was talking about.

She relished the feeling of the heavy hills of flesh rolling around on top of her chest. Laura Kinsey was now completely tuned in to the myriad sensations of her wonderful body, at the expense of nearly everything BUT those sensations. As a result, she could feel Jon's thick penis when it began to grow larger inside her pussy. Jon grabbed Laura by the hips and buried his cock in her cunt, banging her forcefully with all the strength he could muster. The sex was animal. Laura's big boobs bounced obscenely off her chin. Jon's oversized balls slapped loudly against her chubby thighs. Looking down she couldn't see beyond the horizon of her tits. She wanted to see Jon's thick shaft driving in and out of her pussy but she could not. She could feel the warmth in her tits begin to spread through her whole body. She pulled Jon's mouth down onto one of her nipples while she still had use of her arms. Jon grunted and sucked at her big jiggling teat as he fucked her and fucked her.

Laura felt her arms go limp, her head grow heavy, like concrete.

She lay back and relaxed this time, letting her lover do the work. She felt the weight accumulate on top of her as her breasts began once again to grow larger. At the same time she could feel her lover's cock stretching her pussy as it grew thicker and longer. She was in heaven. She looked down at the man greedily sucking and groping her tits. She giggled with delight as she watched herself expand, watched her lover struggle to keep a grip on her tits which were expanding atop her chest. They seemed to surpass the size of his head.

Jon grunted and released his load into Laura at the same moment that she convulsed with a shattering orgasm of her own. He pumped hot jets of semen into her pussy for almost a full minute until it drooled out onto the floor between her legs. Eventually he pulled out of her and held his great foot long schlong in his hand. He was astonished at the size, at the sensations. Laura cradled her precious tits and begged her lover for more. She felt so happy and contented. Jon collapsed onto the floor and rested.




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“You never told me how those pills work.”

Laura pouted, kicking Jon playfully to get his attention.

She didn't care how they worked.

“Well????”, she demanded to know.

Jon searched his brain trying to remember how the pills worked. He couldn't remember the first thing about how they worked. He wished somebody would explain it to HIM. Maybe it's written down somewhere, he thought. But where? He couldn't remember. He gazed into this sex pot's vacant blue eyes and felt his heart surrender itself to her.

He looked confused, slow-witted. He was spent. Laura burst out with giggles at his slack-jawed expression.

“You better TELL me how them pills work, smartguy…”

She grabbed his meaty dick and slapped him with it.

“Because, I …[slap]… want …[slap]… to …[slap]… KNOW …[slap]…”

His cock stiffened once again. He'd do anything for this woman, he thought.

Now, if only he could remember her name.




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The End