This is a story about a dear friend of mine named Alison. Well, the story didn't turn out EXACTLY this way, but it's the way me and my friends WISHED it would have happened... hehehe.
Alison got up early one Saturday morning for her regular exercise routine, and then to watch her favorite cartoons. She rolled out of bed, stretched, and got into her usual sweatpants and old T-shirt she got for helping out at a local telethon. She looked herself over in the mirror to make sure she didn't scare away any of the other health fanatics in the neighborhood. Her hair was a bit out of order, but she easily fixed that by running her hands through it a few times...
("Get to the good part!", right? okay, ya pervs...)
She sighed when she saw herself in the full-length mirror, for even though she was in great shape without even an ounce of fat from all her excersizes, she was still not-so-great in the chest department. She turned 18 a few months earlier, yet she still had the looks of a 14 year old. She barely filled an A cup, folks (awwww...). She had a very cute face, medium length fine blonde hair, stood about 5'5", yet she had troubles attracting the guys in her High School 'cause she was so short-changed in her torso. Anyway, back to the story...
Alison headed out the door, and began her morning jog. She loved the exercise, but she still hated having to jog past the other female fitness buffs in her neighborhood who were better endowed than her. There they were, in all their glory, jogging along with their breasts bouncing away, sometimes even bouncing under a sports bra! Alison, on the other hand, barely even needed a bra. Her mom was rather flat-chested, and so was her aunt on her dad's side, so it looked like she was out on a limb if she was hoping for genetics to help her out physically. She figured the only way she was going to be able to attract anybody with these breasts would be to get (UGH) implants. She hated the thought of implants. It seemed so... artificial to get some unnatural things lodged up underneath her skin like that, but it looked like the dreaded "only way".
So Alison decided to go to a plastic surgeon that afternoon for a consultation. She had the day off from work, and April Vacation was only a week away. Wouldn't the guys at school be surprised to come back to a new and improved Alison? Hehehe...
The waiting room was cold, and the music playing softly over the speakers would make even Kenny G retch. If that didn't top it off, the magazines looked to be all Post-W.W.II era! Oh well, it might be worth this brief torture to get what has to be done, done. Alison finally got called into a small office where she sat across a desk from a glasses-wearing middle-aged guy who looked kind and decent at least (thank goodness). She still felt uncomfortable about it, though.
"So, you are considering getting the ol' balloon treatment, eh?" the Doctor joked. "Now why does a pretty lass like yourself think she needs to undergo such a... change?"
Alison explained her situation, about her flat-chested family and all, and also about how this was a tough decision for her because she felt that implants were so creepy, and the doctor just nodded.
"I see your predicament," the doctor replied, "and I think I might have just the thing for you." (how else could this story go? :p) The doctor reached into a drawer in his desk, and pulled out a small box. It was pink, and had an image of a smiling Fred Flintstone on it.
"These are the latest advancement in Breast Augmentation Technology: Flintstones Chewable Breast Enhancers!" The box seemed to be glowing at the mention of it. "With these, you needn't worry about nasty implants. These 'vitamins' are all the rage nowadays!" Alison seemed shocked. Why hadn't she heard of this "miraculous" solution before?
"What? You mean you haven't heard of it? It's in all the medical science journals! Whaddya mean 'I don't read that junk'?" Then the doctor explained how it all worked, what with new specified hormones and all, and Alison had trouble getting it all in (heck, even the author doesn't understand it all!). She figured "as long as it gets the job done, then what do I care?"
"Now for the tough part. these babies don't come cheap. This bottle alone in front of us is worth about 30 grand by itself, because the things are so tough to mass-produce. But if you are desperate enough..."
WHAT??? THIRTY THOUSAND DOLLARS?!? Alison was sure she didn't have that much on her, OR in the bank, for that matter. It looked like all was lost for this story, until the author (how about a little more of an ego trip on my part? :p) opened the window of opportunity, and... well, just watch:
<dng dng> The little office phone on the doctor's desk sounded twice.
"Oh, great. That's the secretary paging me again. When will she figure out how to use the intercom system? Just a sec, k?" The doctor put the box back into his desk, and left the room. Whaddya think happens next?
Hey! This isn't THAT type of story! Sit down, and let the fun take place by itself.
Alison ran behind the doctor's desk. She searched through all the drawers, looking through pencils, pens, and whatnot, then she saw good ol' Freddy, smiling right at her. Heh heh heh... Good thing she was a health buff. She reached into her mini-backpack she wore into the room, and pulled out her own chewable vitamins (you know, the Non-Augmenting kind). She performed the switch. What a rush... Alison always was a good girl, but times were desperate, and Desperate Times call for... well, you get the picture.
Alison took her seat, and the doctor came back in. He pulled Alison's box out, but because his glasses were hanging from one of those nerdy foam glasses-koozie thingies, and not on his nose, he didn't notice the switch.
"So, what'll it be? Are you going to take the plunge? Will you too undergo... The Treatment???" The doctor chuckled a bit... He thought he was so funny. Well, Alison was to have the last laugh here in this room (figuratively speaking, of course. Our heroine knows enough to not laugh, and to get away as quickly as possible, as you will see).
"I don't think so... It just seems so..." (expensive? No... don't say that. You'll be a suspect for sure!) "...weird." (whew!) Alison thanked the doctor, and left quietly. As soon as she was out of sight of the surgeon's, she RACED home, and headed straight for her room.
"Now lessee... Instructions for use..." Alison attempted to read the instructions, but even though one of her favorite cartoon characters was on the box, the simpleness ended there. It would take a DOCTOR to read and understand all this! (go figure.) The terms on the box didn't, however, have any warnings about overdosage, that much was clear. The only problem was that she didn't know how effective these pills were, or how fast or how potent they were! She opened the box, and counted the pills. Hmmm... there were only 10, and were they ever tiny! Alison was beginning to have doubts, when the phone rang. It was Shari, her best friend. Shari wanted to go see Titanic for the 30th week in a row, and how can any girl resist not going to see it again? Alison put the box away in her underwear drawer, and waited for Shari to pick her up. There'll be plenty of time for those later...
A sleepy and teary-eyed Alison came home from watching Titanic at about 2AM, and she went to bed immediately, box forgotten. (�_�)
Alison woke up at about 10 the next morning. DRAT! Not only did she miss out on her morning exercise routine, she also missed the cartoons that were on earlier as well! Alison had to work that day, so she got ready for work, and got dressed according to her job's dress code(damn the system!). As Alison went for her bras, though, she saw the box, remembering it. She looked at the box for a while, and thought "what the heck," and she took out three of the "vitamins". Heh... shaped like Wilma, Betty (woo-hoo! They actually put her in here too!), and Jerry Springer (what the...). She popped them in her mouth, and chewed. Mmmm... Grapity. She looked in the mirror, to see what was happening physically. Nothing yet. Well, that's to be expected. She still had some of the chewed-up Jerry Springer lodged between her teeth! Alison fished out the unswallowed bits with her tongue, and swallowed them. Might as well get the full effects, right?
Alison went through a usual, hectic day at work, and nothing unusual happened. She went to bed, happy she didn't pay for this stuff. Useless... chewable crap... mnnn... Zzzz...
Alison woke up at 5:30 the next morning, did her exercise routine again, and had a rather large breakfast. She was very hungry, but she figured it was because she had an early dinner the night before. She still didn't feel or look any different. It must take time, she thought, for the "vitamins" to work, if they were going to work at all.
Alison went to school, and she headed for her 6th period class (the school has some fooqued up schedule rotation. What can I say?). All she had was Economics and a study, but by the time first period rolled around, she was STARVED! She had to wait for half of Calculus to go by, but at the lunch bell, Alison was off like a rocket. She ordered three lunches, and she had a double helping of dessert, and that was only during the first 15 minutes! She then followed up by eating the leftovers her friends left behind. By the end of lunch, Alison had a very happy tummy. (Okay, now for the GOOD part!)
Alison went back to Calculus, and tried concentrating on her work. Now that food was no longer on her mind, maybe she could solve a few problems. She began to realize a few things as she leaned over her paper looking at the next problem:
1.) The problem was completely incomprehensible due to the teacher(who was out making copies at the moment)'s bad teaching skills, and
2.) Alison had something coming between her and her desk. Yep, you guessed it. It was her breasts, and she was beginning to grow!
Alison looked down, and saw that her paper seemed to be inching its way forward. No, that wasn't it... SHE was inchng BACKWARD! Her breasts were growing! She was growing at a rapid rate... so rapid, she could actually see her breasts getting bigger! What a rush...
That's when Alison noticed something else... She noticed that the bigger she got, the tighter her bra got. This growing didn't appear to want to stop at any time soon, so Alison began to worry. Her chest kept pushing at the bra, threatening to break it, and Alison started becoming short of breath. Damn that bra was tough, and it was preventing her from breathing normally! It was beginning to hurt, too... Her breasts felt WAY too crowded in there. Alison surreptitiously untucked her button-down blouse (what else would she be wearing for one of these stories???), and tried to undo the hook in the back. DRAT! The bra was on too tight, and she couldn't undo it. This was beginning to really hurt, because her breasts weren't slowing any in the growth process. There was nothing she could do but wait for...
<Ka-Spwee!> The bra finally gave up the battle against the ever-growing mammaries. Alison reached into her blouse and pulled out the poor broken brassiere and hid it in her pack. She didn't even look like she needed it, anyway. These breasts were firm, and growing quite nicely in perfect form! She was able to breathe a sigh of relief, for now...
Not for long, though! Her inflating boobs were now beginning to test the limits of her previously loose-fitting blouse. The fabric stretching across her inflating breasts caused her nipples to immediately harden. The blouse was a bit wrinkled before, but now the wrinkles were disappearing, and the material was beginning to stretch. Alison knew from her bra experience what was going to happen soon, and she hid her face in her hands.
The spaces between the buttons on Alison's blouse were opening. The sleeves were also beginning to tear from the front. It was a good thing her blouse was already untucked, because her breasts would have done it for her, not-so-nicely. Alison looked up, and she noticed a few classmates were beginning to stare. Alison turned to face them. As she sat up, she noticed how big her tits had actually grown! She was at least a D cup now, and still growing! She was beginning to have trouble breathing again, but the feeling of tightness on her boobs was actually beginning to give Alison pleasure. Her breasts seemed more sensitive now; more... sensual. Alison didn't have time to think about that, for it would only be a matter of time until...
<ping!> One of the buttons flew off, giving her a bit of relief. The button, however, flew into the forehead of one of the guys receiving this weird show, and since he already had some blood loss from a nosebleed, he passed out rather easily from the speeding button.
Her breasts were a bit more exposed now, giving the class a weird shot of some forced cleavage through the hole made by the escapee button, not to mention the space between buttons. Allison tried to hold the two sides together with her hands, but then the fabric started ripping again. She then tried to push her breasts back, but that only made her nipples harder. <ping!> <ping!> Two more buttons flew off. She could hardly believe how big her breasts had gotten by now; she could only estimate around an F cup! By now the whole class was watching her like this was some weird X Files Episode, but this was really happening! Alison was stricken with a weird combination of fear and pleasure, and though she cried for help, everyone was dumbfounded by this occurrence, and besides, none of the guys wanted this to stop, anyway!
<ping> <ping> <tear> <rip> "Oh!" The blouse finally came open, exposing poor Alison's G cup breasts in full, for the whole class to see. Alison tried covering up her breasts with her arms, but the sensation of something touching her nipples just gave Alison more waves of pleasure (durnit, she thought, this is no time for pleasure!), and that worked for maybe 5 seconds, then her breasts grew too much for even that, and she had to find some other way to cover up.
Meanwhile all these ogling students couldn't understand what was going on. Some guys got nosebleeds and fainted, others smiled wickedly, enjoying the show. And the other girls were outraged at what was going on. They demanded that Alison stop this obscene display at once, but it was out of Alison's control at this point!
Alison desperately looked for something to cover up with, but she couldn't. It didn't matter anyway. The whole class got an eyeful already. Alison sat down at her seat and began sobbing. At this point, her breasts had finally stopped, but it was already too late. She was too big to even cover herself. She had always had dreams of being big, but this was TOO much!
She just sat there until Matt, one of her classmates that she secretly liked, snapped out of his daze and realized that this girl wasn't quite enjoying this! Being a decent guy, he offered Alison his Spring jacket. Alison was grateful, but since Matt was kinda skinny himself, the jacket was only able to zip up part way. There was still a huge amount of cleavage showing. Alison thanked Matt, and tried to go back to her work, but then the other students came to, and started asking Alison questions, staring at her cleavage, and poking her boobs like she was some specimen on Alien Autopsy. Alison didn't appreciate this one bit, and she ran off for the bathroom. On the way, her breasts started bouncing out of control, and she wasn't used to this extra weight, so she fell over. Oomph! At least these breasts were good for padding falls like this.
Alison started to get up, and she saw a hand. She grabbed the hand, and it helped her up. It was Matt again. Alison thanked Matt, and walked down the hallway with him. She was glad it was him. She always had a secret crush on Matt, but he was one of those shy guys who never took chances in fear of being shot down by the girls. Matt asked Alison how she got these endowments, and she explained. Matt laughed.
"That's quite a story. You really put on a show there for us... aheh..." Matt was at a loss for words, but Alison could tell that he wanted to keep going. Alison said that she would need to borrow his jacket for a while, at least until she got herself a new wardrobe, and would he like to go see Titanic some time this weekend?
"What's with you girls and Titanic? Oh well. I guess I could go. I'm free this up and coming vacation. Yeah..." Matt smiled at Alison. Alison was so happy that she actually got a guy for once, she hugged Matt, nearly making them both fall over due to the extra mass of the huge mams.
"Heh... I guess these will take a bit of getting used to, huh? What am I now, an H cup?"
"How the heck should I know? I'm no bra expert. Let's head back to class, k?"
-Fin-
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