Lorie Brown numbly waited at the bar. It had been two weeks since she arrived at London, and she was extremely disappointed. She thought this city would be exciting, filled with forbidden pleasures, and dark desires. But tonight, like every night, was turing out to be one big massive disappointment.
        It had taken her over six years to reach her current position. She worked day and night to get noticed, by an international firm. And finally... she found her break, and managed to leave the dreary midwest town she was forced to call home. She knew there was more to life than working in some small business office, pecking at Excel 95. She quickly moved up the corporate ranks, and her success was extremely intoxicating.  But her happiness was quickly turing to frustration. All the glamor and success meant nothing if she couldn't enjoy it. And lately, her social life sucked.  What did a woman have to do in order to get noticed at this fetish club anyway, she thought.
         Lorie slumped up against the bar and ordered her fifth drink. She was buzzing rather hard, which was probably essential to her staying at this club. It had taken over two hours just to get in. By the time she managed to scope the place out, most of the people had either grouped up or left. The only thing interesting was a pair of vicious looking goth lesbos, moshing in the corner. Still... she hoped someone would notice her small leather collar with a large silver ring.  She glanced at her watch, 2:30 am. It was late and even though she didn't have to be at work, she didn't want to spend the whole morning of  her day off sleeping. She paid the bartender and headed for the exit.
        Lorie walked across the barren dance floor and undid her braid. Her dark earthen hair fell about her shoulders. She paused to straighten out a tangle when she felt a pair of eyes. Sure enough, a slender looking man, wearing a light colored suit, was watching her. Maybe tonight wasn't a total loss. She walked over to the door and began applying a fresh dab of lipstick. Once she finished retouching her lips, she turned and faced the individual. She gave him a long sensual lick and then began adjusting her skirt, making sure he noticed her garter. She couldn't tell if it was the alcohol or her being so extremely horny that shaped her behavior. Yet, she didn't care one bit, as long as the guy was open, and willing to experiment. He took her invitation and walked over to join her.

            "Uhm, Hi.. My name is ..." The slender man attempted to say.
 
            "Let's get a cab first, we can introduce ourselves later." She said as she took his hand.
 
        The man was taken aback by her directness. He looked English, with his short haircut and worn brown shoes. Her hopes began to build.  Many times the quiet conservative types were the most aggressive ones behind closed doors.

        The cab ride was not too long. She glanced out the window and politely  listened to him talk. His name was Donald Flax, and he claimed to be an inventor. While he continued to talk , she looked him over. Don was not a tall man, maybe only five ten. But he was slender without being skinny and had an intoxicating  pair of ice blue eyes. She half listened to his story about an invention that would transform cosmetic surgery forever. He then asked if she would be interested in trying out the technology. She paused for a minute. She had trouble believing this guy was a mad scientist with some kind of machine that could change her looks. More than likely, this was all part of his elaborate fantasy. She started to feel a little racy. She had been with weird ones before, and they were always real good. She agreed. She then introduced herself and told him that she worked at an investment firm. She explained that her job  had her  in London on business. He seemed impressed, and was about to speak when their cab stopped. They had arrived in a deserted part of town.  Don quickly paid the driver and helped  her out of the car.

        Lorie looked around and instantly knew that this was a rough neighborhood. They walked to a rather large  warehouse with boarded up windows.  Don hurriedly led her to the door and pulled out a large ring of keys. He rapidly unlocked four bolts and pulled on the large metallic door. It let out a deep scrape as it slowly opened.  He let her step in and then  tried to close the door as quickly as he could. The building was enormous, entirely bare except for something in the far corner. There was some kind of strange equipment partially hidden in the dark.  Don pulled a switch and a row of old halogen lights lit up one by one.  She realized what the equipment was as its stainless steel finish glared in the harsh artificial light.  It was an operating table. Lorie's pulse began to quicken, she had never done it on an operation table before.
         Don escorted her to the table and gestured for her to sit.

        "Here, if you please... Get on the table and take off your shoes and stockings. And..." He activated a console and numerous multi-colored lights began to dance.  "You might want to loosen up your blouse a bit." He said with a slightly repressed swallow.
 
       Lorie obediently did what she was told, removing her shoes and stockings, as she climbed on the horizontal table. Her ivory blouse was now only half buttoned, revealing a floral lace bra. She examined the table and was very impressed. He must have shelled out some cash for such a custom job. It was made out of flawless stainless steel, but it had small leather pads for the neck, wrists and legs. She also noticed a strange curved bulge next to where the wrists and ankles would be. She began to feel the anticipation as a tiny shudder passed through her shoulders. She laid on the table and patiently waited for Don to finish what he was doing with the console.
         Don walked up to the table and gave her a timid grin. He reached for a small port, by her head, and keyed three switches. Four metal restraints instantly clamped down. Before she could finish her gasp of surprise, she felt some kind of pads grow tight against her skin. Each one was by the base of her ankle and wrist. It was very similar to having her blood pressure taken. She was locked down completely and barely able to move an inch. She waited patiently as a large feeling of need began to build deep in her legs. He moved just outside of her vision and began to work on something behind her head. She could hear the tiny sounds of instruments being unwrapped and tools being prepped.

            "So, Miss Lorie, are you happy with your body? "He asked as he pulled  strange looking tongs and attached it to the base of her neck. The metal felt cold and made her skin twitch. "General self improvement is one of the largest grossing industries in modern medicine. Cosmetic surgery, diets, athletic clubs, and the countless other image products collect billions from our society. All in the name of looking your best." He then moved to her feet. He pulled up some kind of foot rest and placed something cold and metal against the ball of her foot. "Yet, most of these things take time and lots of money. What if I told you there was an easier way?"

            She was now unbearably horny. This guy's elaborate set up was making her hot. She could feel herself getting wet as her nipples began to firm. As she waited for him to finish his speech, she saw him activate a large screen. On it appeared an image. The image was a simple colored silhouette of her lying on the table. He made a few adjustments and focused on her belly. She had to suppress a wince. The long days on the road and the lack of exercise had gave her a small paunch. She ad vowed to get rid of it, but unless she found a way to get more activity out of her day, it was going to be tough to lose five pounds. She heard the sound of a working keyboard and then a dramatic contact of the enter key. She wondered what he was doing, and then a strange sensation hit her. It wasn't unpleasant, just unexpected. A strong chill floated down her body and then passed out of her toes. It was very refreshing,  and she let out a small sigh. She noticed that Don was checking one of his instruments. When she tried to move around, to get a better view of what he was doing, she realized something had happened. Her stomach was flat and toned like that of an athlete. She took a deep breath to confirm her suspicions. Her skirt was pleasantly loose. Somehow he had melted away five pounds. As she tried to figure out what was going on, Don pulled up a chair and sat right next to her.

        "So? What do you think?" He asked.
 
        She had to think for a moment before giving him a reply. "This... is... very good, but is it permanent?"
 
        "Yes."
 
        Lorie began to shift her weight, and Don mistook it as her being uncomfortable. He began to apologize.

        "I'm very sorry about the restraints, but they are essential. I must maintain a closed bio-feed-back  loop in order for this to work. And... the clamps hold valuable sensors that monitor your blood pressure, body temperature, and pulse. I need that information to make sure I'm not over-taxing your body. Would you like me to try something else?"
 
        She sat there for a moment looking him over. He had no idea she was only in this for the bondage. Still it would be stupid to let this opportunity slip by. "Don, what would you want to change?" She said as she waited for him to take the bait.
        She noticed his gaze was unfocused, but he did seem to be starting at her breasts. So.. he likes big boobs, she thought. She had a nice pair of C's, but gravity was starting to take its toll. She now had the opportunity for larger and firmer breasts, but did she want that? No... She wanted to be Don's object. Nothing more than a living,  breathing sex toy. She ran the tip of her tongue across her front teeth in hard contemplation. It would only work if he felt in complete control. She had to try.

        "Come on... Don, don't be shy. I'm your doll, your play thing, free to change at your smallest whim. What would you like to improve..." She said in a soft whisper.  "You could give me bigger boobs." She said as she attempted to waggle her chest in the tight restraints. "Touch them.... Touch my breasts."
 
         Don seemed to hesitate for a split second, and then slowly  placed his right hand on her chest. He slowly slid his fingers between the fabric of her open blouse and seeked her tender flesh underneath. He pressed his palm against her left breast and lingered there for a moment. His hand was almost full. His hands were very soft and were free of any calluses. This gentle caress sent small shivers down Lorie's spine.  Don then removed his hand and walked over to his master console. He made a few adjustments, pushed a few buttons, and then activated the machine.

        Lorie felt a warmth wash over her. The sensation seemed to collect about her chest, causing her breathing to slow. She could feel all of her tension just melt away. As she lay motionless, in a state of semi-euphoria, she heard a knob being turned. The gentle warmth quickly turned into a pleasurable heat. It felt as if a steady stream of warm oil was being  poured onto her breasts. She let out a soft moan as her breasts swelled in size. She could feel her flesh pressing against her now tight bra, as her bosom nearly overflowed the cups. Then the pressure stopped as Don powered down the machine.

        "What! What are you doing? Don't stop yet... That felt so good." She whispered as she remembered to breathe.
 
        Don walked to the table and pushed a strand of hair out of her face. "I don't understand. You want to keep growing?"
 
        "Oh God, yes! Don't stop until I tell you to. Just keep the machine on... okay?"
 
        "Okay..." He replied with some hesitation as he slowly walked back to his console.
 
        Don began to run another systems check, and Lorie patiently waited for her next sensation of bliss. He noticed that her pulse was rather high, but everything else was within normal limits. He glanced back over his shoulder and saw that she was ready. He turned the master knob to one and programed the machine for growth.

       Lorie felt the machine's familiar activation as the warm sensation formed around her chest. It felt so good, her body seemed as if it was very soft. She felt as if she was a giant piece of dough placed on a warm window still.  Her breasts began to grow as they tried to ooze out of the inadequate bra. The sounds of a button frontal clasp, slowly cracking , could be heard over the soft hum of the machine. The discomfort of her bra biting into her chest was nothing compared to the pleasure she felt right now. It felt as if a big moist tong was licking her breasts. She unconsciously attempted to arch her back, but she was restrained... perfectly.

       Lorie's bra surrendered without much of a fight as it burst open like a hastily blown party balloon. Her breasts were now free to take on a more natural shape. Like two containers of Jiffy pop, her beasts became larger and larger. Her eyes were now clamped tight with pleasure. She continued to struggle in the restraints, but it was impossible. The combination of the heavy weight on her chest and thrill of the restraints was bringing her right to the edge. It felt as if there was a rain forest between her legs. She let out a small moan of approval, which Don mistook as a cry of pain. He hurriedly turned off the machine.

         "What are you doing! I didn't tell you to stop." Lorie said with a sharp tone.
 
         "But-But-But, I thought you were in pain. I had to stop." stammered Don.
 
        "Look!..." She quickly caught herself, no point in angering the scientist and losing out on all the fun, "Don't worry about it. All you have to do is shut it off when I tell to to." She finished in a much calmer tone.
 
        Don wasn't convinced, he walked over for a quick examination. Lorie was a sight. Her open shirt was barely able to hold all of the flesh inside. He noticed the smallest hint of the two dark circles of somewhat aroused nipples poking past the opened shirt. He watched in a trance as her warm flesh rose and fell with each  breath. Don unwittingly slumped as his trousers began to get tight.

          "Ahh... If you've finished your observation..." She hinted.

           Don nearly dove at the console as he tried to return in just three steps.  With a quick adjustment, the metallic table began to rise. Lorie's state was bliss was replaced by confusion.

        "What are you doing? Why haven't you turned the machine back on." She began to twist her head about, trying to see what he was doing. He continued to make adjustments and ignore her as the table moved to a ninety degree angle. The table let out a pneumonic hiss as it finished its movement. The sudden stop made her breasts jiggle as one flopped out of her shirt. She was at a loss as Don slowly turned around and smiled.

        "Ah... W..W..What's wrong.... Why haven't you activated the ..." She didn't finish because Don's expression was that of a young man who had an extremely beautiful and top heavy hottie restrained on an operating table.

        "Why nothing at all." He replied.

        "But..." She half  mumbled, watching him walk closer. He seemed to examine her exposed breast as if it was a commodity to be studied and then appraised. His casual disregard for herself was becoming very intoxicating as she realized that Don was treating her EXACTLY the way she wanted to be treated. He rubbed his lower lip twice before he gently caressed her soft chocolaty flesh. She attempted to listen to him through her sexual buzz.

        "It seems..." he began as he attempted a double handed cup of her exposed breast. "That I have something you want."

        "You do... And I want it very bad." She said. His fingertips were sending currents of sexual bless all over her body..

        "Very bad... heh?" He paused as a devilish look entered his icy eyes. " It will cost you.."

        "I'll do anything, anything you ask. Just please... Turn back on the machine..." The anticipation was making the lower part of her back sweat. The  sensual teasing was almost to much to bear.

        "Anything?" he asked as he quickly withdrew his hand and rubbed his face. "You'll have to beg..."

       Lorie opened her half closed eyes with a bolt and furiously tried to struggle. "Beg... BEG!..." Her struggle increased, but deep down she knew she was at his mercy. This humiliation was making her dripping wet. "All right!.. okay... I'll beg..." The fury in her voice disappeared as she pleaded like a child. " Please..."

        Don let out an indignant puff, walking back to his master controls. "You must be kidding. You can do much better than that."

        "Please... Please... I beg you... Give me what I want... I need it so, so, bad." She panted. Her head hung low, and her hair covered most of her face.

        "How good is it?" He casually asked,  as he keyed a few switches.

        "Good... The fucking best ever! Don't tease me." She said as she looked over with pleading eyes. Her breathing was taking on a frustrated pace. She exaggerated every breath for his approval. "I can't take it... Turn the knob... Oh God... I need it so bad... Give it to me..."

        "How's this..." He said as he slowly turned the silver knob to the lowest setting. The machine began to hum, and he watched the effect it had on her.

       Lorie's head slowly arched back as she bit her lower lip. Her breasts began to swell in small steady pulses as if it was matching the tempo of her heart. All she could manage was a small moan.

        "Would you like more?" He asked. She gave a weak nod, and he turned the knob a notch higher. The soft hum became more distinct as Lorie's breasts expanded at a more even rate. He watched, as her loose blouse became untucked by her expanding tits. He was amazed, watching the soft, malleable, boobie flesh fill every available space in her  tightening blouse. He listened hard, the sound of her breasts growing was almost too faint to hear. He could barely make out the soft sliding of flesh against flesh. He could feel his hands begin to shake.   He quickly turned the knob again.

        Lorie laid there in utter sexual euphoria. Her feelings were beginning to build as she felt the wonderful burn of an impending orgasm. She felt her boobs slide down her tummy as gravity had its way. She glanced down and could only see tits as her breasts continued to grow outward, filling up every last inch of her exposed chest. She continued to stare as her billiard ball sized nipples became hard and dark.

        Don unknowingly slid off his hands from the control panel and tried to fix his shorts. He then slowly turned  to watch the spectacle. Lorie's breasts had to be the size of a large screen television. He continued to stare in captivation, admiring incredible size of her flesh.  He jumped back when he heard the sounds of buttons ricocheting.

        Lorie felt a great relief as her blouse gave out, resulting in her breasts almost leaping forward. They seemed to be growing uniformly, taking on the shape of  giant spheres. She could feel tiny currents of ecstasy swirl around her mounds like lightning in the clouds. She held her eyes tight, feeling her flesh rub against her knees. She was so big, and she only wanted to get bigger.

        Don continued to look in awe at what was happening. Lorie was enormous. He could tell she was enjoying the experience, so he turned the knob even further. Now the hum was quite noticeable, its noise masking the sounds of swelling flesh. Lorie's breasts gently touched the floor. He could tell by her  reaction that the cement was cold. But that didn't interfere with her pleasure. Her flesh flowed like thick sweet cream across a warm plate. Bigger and bigger they grew as their size became almost darkly comical. He could hardly believe his eyes. Lorie's tits must be the size of a large sofa. He couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to wedge himself into the thick cleavage. He slowly took a few steps closer and then walked right up to her chest. He hesitated for a second then gently laid his hand on the  vastness that was Lorie's breasts. The contact caused her to let out a deep moan. She could barely remain in control. She was so close to orgasm, she almost drew blood from her lower lip. If it was going to happen, she needed more... Much more.
 
        "Give me more... More! MORE!" she screamed.

        Don stumbled back and gave the knob a harsh twist. She was almost at maximum. The loud hum became a harsh static as Lorie's tits blew up like an inflatable raft. He stumbled back as two giant tits crawled closer like some cheap grade B movie monster. My Lord... What have I done, he thought.

        Lorie could feel her breasts begin to press up against her face. She had to be the size of a small house by now. Her hands clenched tight as she felt her first internal wave begin to crest. Her mouth was dry with anticipation as she trembled uncontrollably. She felt as if she was some kind of giant parade balloon, almost inflated, and ready for lift off. Her inner fire was so intense, all she could do was lay back and let it happen. And happen it did. Her orgasm broke like shattering glass.

        Don heard the first muffled screams and he quickly turned off his machine. He  sprinted around the giant breasts until he was at the back of the table. He could still hear sobs beneath the vast bulk. He reached out and touched  Lorie's barely exposed arm, only  to feel it still trembling. After a few moments her trembling stopped, and he could hear  muffled sobs. He was trapped in panic, unable to move. He nearly fell over when she spoke.

        "Wait... Don't leave me." She pleaded.

        "Oh...God...I won't. Are you in pain?" He said in a wild panic.

        Lorie could hardly believe it. She had just had one of the best orgasms in her entire life and this guy had no clue.
 
        "I'm fine. Take my hand." She said as she managed slip her arm out. She felt his repressed panic instantly. "Don't be scared. What just happened was really good. Its hard to put into words, " She had to swallow because her mouth was paper dry. "It was really... really... INTENSE. I'll be okay, just let me catch my breath."
 
         Don was silent, obviously caught up in some complex thought. Then after a few moments, he managed to speak.
        "You mean... You liked it. You like being the size of a two story flat?"

        "Yep," She said as she gave his hand a reassuring squeeze. "Like I said, give me a moment... And then, why don't you return me to normal so  we can do it all over again... Okay?"

        "Okay." Don said wiping the sweat off his forehead.

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