"Blast! Another test down the tubes!" Harold cursed as he disposed of a test tube. The yellow-green contents seemingly oozed out. "Harold! How is the formula coming!?" yelled Mr. Bratcher, Harold's boss. "Another failure, sir."
This was not what Mr. Bratcher wished to hear. "Harold, come up to my office, a.s.a.p.!", he bellowed. Harold gulped and shakily went to his boss's office. "Harold, you are my smartest chemist here. We have only one week to get our new fat burning pill out on the market. I know you're under a lot of stress and pressure to meet this deadline. So tell you what I'll do, take the rest of tonight off and tomorrow and come back refreshed on Friday." "Thank you sir, but I think..." "No buts about it Harold! Home! Now!", Mr. Bratcher smiled as he showed Harold out the door.
Once home, Harold didn't relax. He kept on working on the formula in his mind. Being a compulsive perfectionist, he had a small chemistry lab in his house. He began to make the base of his formula when his phone rang. "Harold? Hi! It's me, Janet. Listen, I was in town and thought I'd drop in and see you. I'll be there in a few minutes! Bye!", was all he could hear from his answering machine.
A knock on his door soon proved his fears were realized. He opened the door to see his old girlfriend Janet. He hadn't seen her in years and yet, he still felt something for her. Janet in the meantime had put on quite a bit of pounds. "If I could only get my formula perfect, Janet would make an excellent test subject.", Harold thought. "Harold! Still busy with your work? What are you working on this time, sunless suntan lotion?" "No, actually, it's for a fat burning pill, so women will fit into their summer swimsuits in time for the warm weather." "Really? How far have you gotten?",Janet asked most interested.
He tried to simplify his work down for her. She nodded her head most assuredly. "Well, I am a bit on the heavy side. I have worked with and experimented with other fat reduction lotions, creams, pills and about everything on the market. I have learned quite a bit. Perhaps if you changed the fat to their body-building chemicals rather than energy." "Why?", Harold asked. "Well, from my own experience as well as others, the energy released only seems to make women hungry. Once that happens, they eat more and gain more fat and, well as you can see, it's an endless cycle. But if you took the energy away and turned it into something more body-enhancing, it wouldn't make us hungry."
Harold liked this idea and soon added the proper chemicals and cooled it into brittle pills. Janet smiled, "May I try one?" "Sure, just let me get a camera so I can document it.", Harold smiled. As soon as Harold came back, Janet took one. Harold made notations and took pictures. Almost like magic, her thighs, stomach, arms and cheeks narrowed and her clothes fit more loosely. Harold was thrilled. He immediately sent the formula to his lab via his home computer to be put into production immediately.
Janet sat down and smiled,"My! I never thought I'd be this slender again! You really did it!" Harold's computer beeped. The formula was made into pills, packaged and was being sent out by the truckloads as they rolled off the line. Harold sat down next to Janet and gave her a kiss.
Janet blushed, "My...it does feel warm in here.. Or is it just me?",she giggled. Harold smiled and was about to give her another kiss when Janet moaned softly. "Mmm, Harold..I mean it..I'm feeling...awfully....warm..." A soft sound intruded on his silence. A ripping sound. He looked down to see Janet's bosom was surging forward. First somewhat slow, but then picking up speed. Her shirt exploded open, soon followed by her bra as her breasts grew too enormous for it. "How...how big was that bra?", Harold choked. "Ooooh...oh, it was...aaahhh.... a 42 DDD.", Janet panted as her breasts continued. "Oh lord! I must have miscalculated! The body building chemicals didn't break down the fat, it moved the cells to your breasts! All those cells will be moving right into your breasts! You'll be..." Harold paused to do a calculation. "Well, huge!"
Janet soon rolled onto her stomach and knees as her breasts grew underneath her and slowly raised her so her knees were off the ground and surging upwards. She stopped just before her back reached his 9 foot ceiling. She smiled down at him from the spectacular height, "Well, I knew you always loved buxom women! Is this busty enough for you?!",she laughed. He smiled, "I'll say!" and proceeded to ravish her gargantuan breasts with kisses and fondles and as he squeezed her breasts, streams of milk gushed forth. She lowered to her feet as the milk continued to flow. After a ten solid minutes of being milked, she was reduced down to a 76 MMMM cup bra, but with each passing hour, they slowly increased in size. Harold's new calculation provided him with a horrifying thought, "Those chemicals will prevent you from ever getting fat again! Instead, any excessive foods will be converted into cells and stored in your breasts!"
Harold had forgotten about his job for nearly 6 hours before it dawned on him, "The pills!" He called up his work to keep the shipment from going out. "Too late! We've sent out thousands of cases and all the stores reported them to have been sold out." He shook his head, "What have I done?" Janet swaggered over to him and thrusted her huge breasts in his face, "Besides given me and thousands of other women monumentally ever-growing breasts? You did your job! You were told to make a pill to get rid of fat so women would fit into their swimsuits. You did get rid of the fat, and their swimsuits will fit.. For about 10 minutes then it'd be too small to even cover one breast!" Harold laughed, "Yeah, guess I did do my job at that!"
To be continued?